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lvlyghost · 6 months

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Tainted Heart

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: After not seeing you for a few weeks, you come back to the base acting strange.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

TW: sexual themes, smut but not too explicit. anxiety, self-doubt. worried!simon, poor baby thinks he's done something wrong💔comfort and fluff, mind the english!🐸

A/N: okay so yeah, i can't believe I finished this so fast. anyway enjoy!🥹✨🫶🏻💚gif's not mine' iloveyousimonriley!💗

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You try to even your shaky breathing before opening the door of the meeting room. Taking more than usual to toughen up, the last thing you want is anyone asking if you were okay. Not even your teammates and especially not Simon. Hands trembling when you open and close them, a cold sweat that runs down your spine with the clear signs of anxiety that will soon start to bubble up if you don't get this over with soon.

Another moment passes when all you can hear is your own heart racing in your ears and the world spins for a second; pushing the door open you enter. Everyone's already there, sitting around the wooden table. Four pair of eyes find you, Soap and Gaz smile your way and John nods motioning for you to take your seat next to Ghost. But you can't bring yourself to do it. You need space. You need to be left alone to battle with your own mind. Instead you grab one of the chairs and set it far from them, sitting in the far corner.

Price's eyebrows furrow but doesn't comment on it, merely resuming what he was just telling the rest of the task force. Everyone's attention is back to the Captain except for Ghost. Ghost who's frowning so hard behind the mask at your refusal to join them. It sparks a sense of irritation and worry.

He knows he shouldn't be feeling that way. You are not even together, even if a few nights spent in each other's rooms had taken place, he considered himself something akin to a friend more than just your superior or a few hook ups here and there. Were you important to him? Absolutely yes. He needed to see your eyes, needed you to look his way so he can see through you as he usually does. Your beautiful eyes would tell him what he needed to know.

But you ignore him.

Glaring at Price without really looking. Lost in your head. You know you should be paying attention but it's all static to your ears, it's the sound of every pen writing down on a sheet. Of feet being dragged across the tile floor. Bodies shifting in their seats. Someone sipping on water.

One of the boys making a comment as your leg bounces up and down not being able to stop it. All the voices inside are muffled and you just want to get out of there so bad.

"Sergeant?" Price calls you, raising his voice and pulling yourself back from your stupor.

Eyes blinking rapidly as your attention turns to him and the room is deadly silent. Was that a hair pin dropping in the hallway?

"Yes Captain?" You ask, body numb and cold.

Price sighs.

"I asked if there's anything else you want to know about the mission? You're leaving in two weeks with Ghost."

"Oh." The answer is muttered so lowly they can barely hear your voice. You find the face of the Lieutenant for one second before looking away as if it had burned you. Simon's body goes stiff. "No."

Not convinced but not wanting to push for another answer he dismisses all of you. You're storming out of the room before he's fully done, leaving the four men taken aback by your strange demeanor.

It's not until you've reached the women's barracks that you stop. If anyone had followed you, you didn't notice too preoccupied and deep in that somber haze that's been clouding your mind since you got back from home.

Memories of everything that went wrong. And the memories of the man across the room.

A beautiful, warm feeling forms in your belly, big hands tightly hold your waist. His face hiding in the crook of your neck as your arms circle his broad shoulders holding onto him, sinking up and down on his lap. Sweet sounds of skin slapping against skin echo around the quiet night of his room. Simon mutters sweet nothings in your ear as you both chase your highs, coming undone at the same time he forces you took straight to his brown eyes and your heart flutters, overwhelmed at the way he takes in your presence and breathes the essence of you. Just you as a whole. He doesn't let you go until he's spilled everything inside you, massaging you over the soft fabric of your —his— shirt that neither bothered to take off, too enraptured to care.

"Hey, you with me?" giving a small squeeze to your hip Simon let's you touch his face and trace the scars that adorn the uneven parts of his skin. He notices the way your attention seems to drift away from where you are.

"Yeah. Was thinking about us."

His brows lift.

"What about us?" Inhaling deeply you shake your head lifting from your spot and walking on somewhat wobbly legs, Simon follows you to the bathroom wondering why you're acting so strange. "Sweetheart?"

"It's nothing, I promise." He watches as you clean yourself, he could've done it —he has every other time— but now with your sudden change he doesn't know what to think. "I have to go. My parents are waiting for me."

Clenching his jaw he decided to not pressure you on the matter. Ghost was aware that visiting your parents or talking about them struck a nerve within you.

"Want me to give you a ride?" You look at him through the mirror and shake your head in denial.

"I can take the bus."

"Love..."

"It's fine, Simon." You utter. "It's fine."

Turning around on your heels you walk past him, who stays anchored to the same spot outside the bathroom. He watches as you gather your belongings and begin to dress. Simon crosses his arms over his chest.

"Text me when you get home, please?"

A curt nod is all you give him.

You never texted him although he had tried to reach out to you in the next few days and you try not to think about everything that's happened as you strip naked and step in the shower. Warm water washing your body, forehead pressing on the cool tiles of the wall. Shoulders shaking, hands coming to your mouth trying to muffle your sobs.

The all too clear picture of your father telling you no one could ever love you. Your mother doing her best to console you when you had told her the truth.

"I- I think I love him mom." sad eyes fixated on the far wall. "And I don't know what to do."

She had taken your hand with a beautiful smile on her lips.

"Any man would be lucky to have you, darling."

Her words resounding in your ears, and your eyes glimmer with hope. Hope that maybe she's right.

But you had promised to never let it get that far. You'll lose him and that's what pains you the most.

Girl's snickering and walking in the shared showers can be heard from behind, you can't see them but the sound of their giggles fade away in an instant. Gone as soon as they came. Turning off the water pipes you wrap yourself with the white towel neatly hung on the bathroom rack and the moment you slide the curtain open you're met with brown eyes leaning against the opposite wall. He's been waiting, hearing you cry. Shooing away all the women who came with a single hard look their way. No doubt gossiping about the Lieutenant being in the women's section.

A long silence stretches between the two before he finally breaks it, pushing himself off the wall and slowly walking towards you, who holds the towel against your body in a vice-like grip.

"Haven't heard from you in days. Weeks." He starts, eyes following the droplets that travel down your body and back to your face. You've been crying. Simon hates seeing you cry and not being able to do anything about it. It makes him feel powerless, worthless. What do you call a man that can't even help his girl? "You've been ignoring me. May I ask what's going on?"

He's calm, controlled despite the rage within him. You never texted him back that day, never answered his calls leaving him worried and dwelling on the whole situation.

His own insecurities sparked the worst.

"Nothing, just personal stuff Lt." clearing your throat you try to walk past him but he grabs your arm.

"Bloody hell don't call me that. I'm asking as...-"

"As what?" You bite back, eyes snapping up at him as tears collect in your eyes. Simon grits his teeth he wants to say a lot but no words come out. "You shouldn't be here. People will talk."

"I'm not leaving until you speak. What's got you like this." You shake your head. "Fucking Christ I can't fix this if you don't tell me." He hisses.

"There's nothing to fix!"

"Just bloody talk to me, I'm losing my mind was it something I said?" He's not screaming but he's panting hard. "Was it something I did?!" He demands, big terrified, desperate orbs screaming for a sign.

"I fell in love with you!" You confess, eyes widening in horror at what you just said. Fervently shaking your head and walking back, away from him. Simon's eyes widen for a fraction before he's reaching out again hands cradling your face in them with a wild, desperate look. Your vision blurred thanks to the tears.

"Say it again." He pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. Like the sound of snow falling from the sky during the winter. You freeze in your spot, chewing on your lower lip.

"I fell in love." His body relaxed, all the tension he has been bearing on his shoulders for the past days slowly fades. "And we agreed we couldn't let this happen. Never. Forgive me Simon."

"Silly girl." He breathes in, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?"

"What?" You mumble, one hand coming up to rest on one of his.

"You're in my mind even when you're not supposed to be."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm an idiot." His forehead connects with yours and you can finally breathe again. After the hellish days at home, the sense of being loved and protected by the man you love is enough to overwhelm you. "Thought I was losing you for a moment. Nearly lost my mind, love."

"No. Never." You promise, hugging him tightly against your body. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Simon I just... I just didn't know what to do."

"S'alright." He soothes you. "I've got you." Feeling like the luckiest man alive, even if he didn't deserve to be loved.

He remembers the moment when he had fallen for you, the day you smiled up at him under the starry night on the roof of the safe house, covered in blood and dirt.

He knew there would be no one else after you.

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disasterofastory · 7 months

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Run (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Run // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 12/14 Warnings: chasing, outdoor sex

Summary: Brahms chases you through the garden.

"Are you ready?" Brahms asks one last time. One of his hands is still on your hips, squeezing your flesh softly before letting you go and taking a step back. He can already feel the tension and adrenaline building up in him, pumping in his veins and speeding up his heartbeat. "Yeah," you breathe out, barely finding your voice. You already feel cold without his closeness. "I will count to twenty," Brahms smirks. "You will need it." "Don't be so sure about it," you reply. The confidence in your tone is light and trembling. "Maybe you will never see me again." A few months ago, Brahms would have been angry and desperate hearing your words, but not anymore. He will catch you, and even if not, you will come back to him. He is sure about it. Instead, he laughs, pressing his back against the wall of your room. He has to force his muscles to relax and not crawl their way back around your body. The curve of his lips is confident and a bit mocking. "Run." His words are muffled by the porcelain mask hiding his face.

He doesn't have to say more.

You run as fast as you can. You fall against the wall with a quiet thud as you try to take a sharp turn without slowing down. You can hear Brahms laugh from the distance. The deep rumbles send chills through your body, and your heart quickens its beating. Your socks are slippery on the wooden floor, but you still reach the stairs. Your legs almost slip, and the only thing that keeps you from falling on your bottom is the handrail you are still holding. You can still hear the man from your room as he counts louder and louder so you can hear him.

By the time you reach the entrance door of the manor, you are already panting and gasping for air. Your limbs tingle with the adrenaline rushing through your veins, and you have to force them to do as you want as you circle around the small space in front of the door. "Brahms!" You shout. "Where are my shoes?" "Five," he continues to count. "Four." Fuck! Not caring about your shoes or the nasty trick Brahms pulled on you, you bolt out of the door. The cold night air slaps you across the face, filling your lungs with the earthy scent of damp soil before you jump down the stairs and start to run into the darkness. The moon hangs low in the ink-black sky, casting a silvery glow over the green field behind the manor. Your eyes scan your surroundings, trying to find a place where you can hide from the man, but the sound of the door closing behind you makes you forget everything.

Brahms is here.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, and your heart races in your ribcage, urging you forward with every wild beat. Your breath comes in rapid, shallow gasps, and your lungs burn for more air. With each hurried step, the soft, cool grass tickles the soles of your bare feet. Excitement and determination bubble within your chest, pushing you to run faster and faster while Brahms behind you gets closer with each passing second. You can feel the thud of his heavy steps under your feet. He will get you. You want him to get you.

With a sudden thought, you stop in your tracks, turning back to face him. When the man notices the change, he stops, too. Even though you can't see his face, you know he is surprised. Your chest heaves as you stare at each other. His mask looks even paler with the moon's silvery glow on it. Your thighs clench as your eyes rake over his broad form. He looks primal and beautiful. With a smirk on your lips, you grab the hem of your shirt to pull it off with a swift motion. The thin fabric falls to the ground, leaving your upper body bare in front of his darkened eyes. Your nipples harden within a few seconds because of the cold air brushing over your heated skin. You feel like a raw nerve, throbbing and needing friction. "Do you want me?" You ask him teasingly. "If you are not fast enough, I will run away," you continue. You can see as he tenses at your words.

Brahms's whole focus is solely on you. His eyes follow your every movement as you make a few steps back, grinning when he follows you. His every instinct tells him to bounce on you before you slip further away from him. His fingers twitch, and his muscles cramp as he forces himself to stay put.

For a while, you circle around in the empty field, staring at each other with heavy breaths and rapid heart beating. You really feel like a prey under his gaze, and the excitement goes straight to your pussy. Your panties are already damp between your legs.

"I start to feel like you don't even want me," you taunt him some more. "Not really. Maybe I should go and-" Your words end up in a loud scream as he jumps. You barely have enough time to turn around and run when his arms cage you against his chest, keeping you secure and tight in his firm hold. "Brahms!" You squeal again, falling onto the ground under his strength. Your knees land on the grass with a painful thud. "Fuck!" You try to roll over and out of his hands when his hold on you tightens, and he turns you onto your stomach. You grunt at the sudden tug. He pulls your hips up so you are on your knees with your ass in the air in front of him. "You are mine," he growls next to your ear. His mask is cold at the crook of your neck as he hovers above you. His chest is pressed to your back, and you can feel his erection through the thick fabric of your jeans. He already grinds against your bottom for some friction. You want to tell him to tear off your clothes, but you decide to stay silent and let him have this moment.

Even though Brahms knew of your little play the whole time, there was a moment when he was really afraid of losing you. He still feels the sick turn of his stomach when he saw you running away from him in the distance. His muscles burn from the effort he chased after you with his full speed.

When both of you are naked, finally, he presses his cock against your pussy. You are already wet and ready for him, but he doesn’t push in yet. He relishes in the heat of your folds on his shaft as he grinds against you, keeping your hips tight and secure in his large hands. "Brahms!" You gasp, your words muffled by the ground under your face. Your fingers dig into the mud as you push your bottom backward. "I know, love," he grunts. "Just give me a moment." His eyes are closed as he soaks his erection in your juices. The tip of his cock glides through your folds and nudges your clit. "Br-Brahm-" you whine again, shaking. Need blinds you for long seconds as you wiggle in his hold. "Tell me you will never leave me," he demands. "Tell me you are mine, Y/N." "I'm yours," you tell him without thinking. At this point, you would say everything he wants to hear just to get what you want.

A hiss escapes both of your lips when he adjusts himself to your entrance. You sound like a wounded animal as you feel his cock pressing into your wet channel. Your toes curl at the stretch of your pussy around his grith. Brahms doesn't push into you entirely even though you know you could take him. He teases you, driving you mad with need. He rocks in and out, once, twice, three times. "Please," you gasp. "Brahms." It seems like the only thing you remember is his name falling out of your open lips every few minutes. And while you are busy begging him, Brahms is at the edge of losing his mind. His muscles are taut above you, trying to control himself and his urges. Every fiber in his body tells him to ruin you for every other man, to fuck you so deep and fast, you won't ever think of leaving him.

You look back over your shoulder at him with a small frown when you notice his stalling. His cock splits you open but stays still. "Brahms," you groan, wiggling. The man needs a few seconds to register his name falling from your lips. His eyes find yours, and for a little while, none of you says or moves. "It's okay," you tell him, opening your legs even more. "Please, Brahms. I need you." You arch under his warm palm on the middle of your back, so you practically present yourself to him. You rest your head on the ground, keeping yourself from falling forward with your arms while your ass is high in the air with his cock in your pussy. Your grip around him is warm and wet.

With a deep, ragged breath, Brahms starts to work himself in and out of you. Your walls clench around him as if you are trying to keep him inside, stretching and filling your tight hole. At the feeling of your muscles working on his cock, he gives a harsh thrust into you, grinding inside you entirely. Saliva slips out of your lips as your jaw goes slack by the power of his push. Your body rocks back and forth as he fucks you from behind.

Brahms's head drops for a second when a low groan bursts out of his chest. He can feel every small movement and squeeze of your pussy. You suck him in deeper and deeper, wanting him just as much as he wants you. And this little fact still amazes him.

You want him. You love him.

You want him to fuck you under the dark sky, not caring about the dirt sticking to your skin or the cold caressing both of you.

He adjusts himself behind you so he can watch as you take his cock with every thrust of his hips. Another low growl escapes his clenched teeth as he focuses on your tight hole stretching around his grith. Your pussy and his cock glint with your juices, seeping down your thighs.

Brahms is ruthless as he fucks you and fills you to the brim while you cry and whine underneath him. Pure ecstasy washes over you in waves, rocking your body against his thrusts. "You are mine, Y/N," he growls, pounding into you. "You will never leave me, do you understand?" Beneath him, you wail and sob, gripping onto the ground. Your nails are dirty from the soil. Your eyes are teary and unfocused as your lips open and close every now and again without forming any coherent word. You are so beautiful like this, helpless and cock-drunk.

"Fuck!" He snarls, holding onto your hips tightly when he feels the familiar pull in his balls. "Y/N!" At the same time, his cock starts to jerk inside you, your walls clamp and squeeze around his shaft too. He fills you to the brim as he empties his balls until your tight hole starts to leak with his semen. He grinds into you, wanting everything and anything you can give him as you reach your climax. Drool slips out of your mouth, and tears run down your cheeks as you cry and cry and cry. The world spins around you, and the only thing that keeps you grounded is the man above you, forcing you to stay on his cock until your whole body goes limp and he falls to the ground next to you.

"Do you still want to leave?" He pants, pulling you to his chest. Your leg drops over his, and he can feel you smearing over his skin. Your pussy is sensitive, swollen, and leaking with his cum. "If I can run, can you fuck me again like this?" You wheeze, still fighting for your life as your body trembles after your orgasm. Brahms just laughs. There is no way you can run after this, but if you can, he sure can fuck you even if his dick will fall off.

#brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire smut #the boy x reader #the boy imagine #kinktober 2023 #slasher fucker

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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(not sure if im doing this right so if not please correct me </3)

id love to see anything you can think of with steve and prompt 5 from the kisses prompt list (morning kisses)- i have no further clue than that but the idea of morning kisses with a sleep mused, lazy steve melts me so 🥺

(but please don’t feel any pressure to keep churning stuff out after the amazing camp au, take your time to relax and recoup, you deserve it!! <3)

Sleepy Steeb! 🥹 (and you’re so kind my lovely, thank you thank you 🧡)

Sleepy Steve was one of your favourite versions of the boy.

Especially when he’d wander downstairs a little later than you did, woken up by the empty space beside him. He wouldn’t let the pout fall from his face until he found you, usually in his kitchen, body bare underneath one of his too big shirts and busying yourself with his parents fancy coffee machine.

You’d hear him before you saw him, bare feet slapping on the wooden floor, the soft yawn coming from the stairs. He was always a sight for sore eyes, bare chested and a pair of sweats that you knew he’d only just pulled on, the waistband slung low on his hips, tanned skin and freckles on show across the expanse of his back.

His hair was a riot in the morning, soft and sleep mussed, sticking in every which way, usually from your grabby hands the night before. Steve had a pillow crease on his right cheek, gold rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his eyes still unfocused and lined with whatever dream he had been having.

The boy announced his entrance by pressing himself up against you, his chest to your back and his arms wrapped tight around your waist. He was still warm from bed, a happy hum in the back of his throat as he nosed your hair out of his way and latched his mouth to the side of your neck.

He smelled like mint toothpaste and laundry detergent, leftover cologne and home.

“Hey handsome,” you greeted, head tilted back for him, resting on his shoulder so Steve could press kiss after kiss on the slope of your skin.

His hands were warm on your sides, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist and his happy little sounds made you want to drag him back to bed. But the smell of coffee was a reminder of the jobs you both had to go to.

You turned anyways, spinning in his arms and wrapping yours around his neck, fingers delving into the mess of his hair like you couldn’t stand not to be touching him.

“Mornin’ baby,” Steve mumbled, still soft with sleep, voice rough enough to make you shiver. “Coffee?” he asked.

“Almost ready,” you told him, your nose rubbing at the tip of his own and eventually you gave in, tilting your head for him so he could lean down and kiss you properly.

Another hum, the prettiest sounds from him, just for you, and it made you push onto your toes, the kitchen tiles cold under your feet but you chased the warmth from your boyfriend’s body. He grinned at your insistence, mouth on his, your bottom lip slotted between his own. Steve teased, grazing a kiss over you, never quite giving you what you wanted.

You huffed, ready to turn your attention back to the coffee machine that was beeping impatiently at you but Steve hauled you back up against him, not leaving any space between your bodies. His hand on your cheek and his thumb at the corner of your mouth coaxed you open for him, a kiss that had you both feeling so much more awake than you were.

“Don’t wanna go to work,” he whispered into you, a secret pressed onto your lips. “Wanna stay wi’you.”

You huffed, a sad noise, eyes still closed, forehead pressed to the boy’s. You swayed with him, still pressed against Steve and the countertop, the coffee going cold behind you.

“Wanna stay with you too,” your voice was sticky soft for him, like honey in tea. “Miss you when you’re at work. It’s awful, disgusting, really.”

Steve grinned and bent down to you again, your back arching a little as he pressed into you, another warm, lazy kiss, a reward for your sweetness.

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kckt88 · 7 months

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A Time for Grief.

Summary:

In the aftermath of Blood & Cheese, Vaera and Aemond struggle to cope with the loss of their son Aemon.

Warning(s): Grief, Mourning, Child loss, Suicide attempt, Desperation.

Word Count: 1140.

Author Note: A companion piece to Harrenhal and the Rivers but can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Ever since the funeral, Vaera had felt like she was stuck in an endless loop of grief, replaying Aemon’s death over and over again in her mind.

The way he stood in front of her and Rhaegar, so brave and fierce just like his father.

His struggles against the vile fiends who seized him, the way he thrashed, screamed, and kicked at his captors.

The way his innocent amethyst eyes widened in alarm as the blade slashed at his throat.

Vaera couldn’t stop seeing his little hand grasping out for hers as his blood poured onto the stone floor.

Even Rhaegar’s voice screaming for his father to come and save them will stay with her forever.

Every night she would pray that it was just a nightmare and when she woke, she would see her sweet boy again. But it was real. All of it. She didn’t know how much longer she stand the pain.

Then one day, in her grieving haze. She wordlessly rose from the chair in her chambers, left Rhaegar with the nanny and walked the length of the corridor, ignoring the looks of the concerned guards and maids as she walked past.

Where she was going, she didn’t know. What she was doing, she didn’t know. But she walked nonetheless, her bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor of the Red Keep.

Then she was there, the room where Aemon had died. It had been shut up and abandoned since, but Vaera pushed open the door and took a step inside.

The blood stains had been cleaned but Vaera could still see them. Running like rivers in every direction.

It was there, that pain in her chest. It wouldn’t go away. She just wanted to see her sweet boy again, to hear his voice.

Then like a smiling seductress, the tendrils of salvation reached out towards her.

The open window. Beckoning to her. For weeks she had been lost in a sea of darkness, but here was the light.

This was how she would see him again. Her sweet boy, her little dragon.

Vaera opened the window as wide as it would go and clambered up onto the windowsill.

Ignoring the panicked shouts of Ser Arryk who had found her chambers empty and chased after her.

“Get Prince Aemond. Quick”.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing. Vaera closed her eyes as the wind caressed her face.

Just as she was about to step forward, Vaera heard Cannibal roaring in the distance.

Almost as if he was begging her not to do it, she could feel his sadness and despair.

“I-I have to” whispered Vaera.

The squire raced through the Red Keep, towards the council chambers. Praying that he made in time.

Not even bothering to knock he burst through the wooden doors.

“P-Prince Aemond. Come quick”

“There is a council meeting in session you-“ raged Otto.

“-It’s Princess Vaera. S-She’s going to jump” shouted the young squire as he whirled around and raced out of the council chambers.

“WHAT” shrieked Aemond as he took off running after the squire, ignoring the frantic calls of his mother and brother.

Aemond’s heart was pounding in his chest as he chased after the squire.

Not to their chambers, but to the room where Aemon and Jaehaerys had been killed.

Ser Arryk was hovering near the door softly calling Vaera’s name, seemingly terrified to take another step inside the room.

When he came to a stop at the door, he understood Ser Arryk’s hesitation.

Vaera was standing at the open window, her hands gripping the frame as she teetered on the edge.

“Issa jorrāelagon” whispered Aemond (My love).

“Nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon zirȳla aril” replied Vaera (I want to see him again).

“Nyke gīmigon ao gaomagon, yn daor raqagon bisa” (I know you do, but not like this).

Vaera shook her head and closed her eyes.

“Kostilus issa jorrāelagon” begged Aemond (Please, my love).

“We’re never going to hear the sound of his laugh or see his face again” cried Vaera.

“W-We will. In our hearts”

“He made us so happy. Him and Rhaegar” said Vaera.

“We will talk about him, every single day and we’ll laugh, and we will cry. Vaera, no one will remember Aemon like we do”.

“H-How do I stop this pain? How do I make it go away?” wailed Vaera as she staggered on the edge of the windowsill.

“We deal with it together” said Aemond is voice wobbling.

“I-I just want him back. I want him in my arms” wailed Vaera.

“I know you do. But please Vaera, don’t do this. Think about Rhaegar, he still needs his mother” cried Aemond as he motioned for the Kings guard to stay where they were.

He didn’t want to spook Vaera, she was so close to the edge. One wrong move and she’d either slip or impulsively jump.

The Cannibal and Vhagar could be heard roaring ferociously in the distance.

“I don’t know how to live without Aemon”.

“Please, my love. Do not let me also suffer the agony of losing my wife” begged Aemond.

“A-Aemond I-I can’t-“

“You are the love of my life, my reason for existence. If you die. I die. I cannot live without you. Please come away from the ledge. Please don’t-“ said Aemond as he extended his hand and slowly walked forward.

“I don’t want to forget him” sobbed Vaera quietly as her body shook.

“We won’t. I promise” said Aemond seizing his chance as he quickly lurched forward, secured his arms around Vaera’s waist, and yanked her back from the window.

“How is she?” asked Aegon as he hovered near the door to Aemond and Vaera’s chambers.

“Sleeping, the maester gave her something” replied Aemond sadly as he stared at his wife’s sleeping form, her hands clutching one of Aemon’s old blankets.

“I-I’ve never seen her like that” whispered Aegon.

“I don’t know what to do brother. I-I-“ gasped Aemond, his breath catching in his throat.

Suddenly Aegon wrapped his arms around his brother and held him tight.

Aemond struggled against his brother for a moment before he broke down.

“I-I can’t s-stop-” exclaimed Aemond his face pressed against Aegon’s shoulder.

“-You don’t have to. Just let it out” urged Aegon.

Moments passed as the brothers embraced one another. Ignoring the members of the Kings guard who were hovering nearby.

“H-Helaena?” asked Aemond as he wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“Mother is always with her and the children” said Aegon softly.

“What about you?”.

“I can’t think about it. If I do I end up drinking to forget. I need to have a clear head right now. This cannot go unpunished. They took our sons. They will pay” said Aegon firmly.

“Fire and Blood” replied Aemond.

“Fire and Blood” repeated Aegon nodding.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #aemond x original female character

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Who Painted the Sky?

Chapter 15: Some sort of couple bracelets

Annie has been tossing and turning in her bed for hours now, and still couldn’t keep her eyes closed. Hitch was out for the night, probably somewhere in the common room playing cards with the others, and her room was growing unbearably quiet.

Annie turns on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She squints her eyes through the dark, counts the stains on the white ceiling, which makes her wonder when was the last time this place was painted.

All she wanted was to sleep. It was already too late, her eyes were heavy, her limbs were tired, and yet her mind was alert. Images she never wanted to see again flashed behind her eyelids whenever she tried to close them. Flashes of light, broken glass–

Annie brings a hand over her forehead. She sighs, and rolls on one side, sits up, putting her legs down one after the other. She stays like that for a while, letting the cold of the floor sweep through her feet and up her body until she gets cold, a shiver running up her spine.

And then she finally stands, puts her silly slippers on, and leaves her room, making sure she pockets the key. For a second she considers knocking on Armin’s door, but there’s no light coming from below it so he must be asleep. She’s already bothered the boy enough.

So she starts going down the stairs.

The common room is empty when she gets there, although the lights are turned on. She hears a few faint voices coming from outside and, through the glass of the door, she sees two figures sitting at the table on the porch, one taller, bigger, and the other more frail, and a faint smoke surrounding them. Annie squints her eyes through the door, trying to make out who they are, but the dark won’t allow her.

Her legs keep walking, and she hears the door being pushed open. The cold hits her in the face, overtaking her whole body, making her tremble, her hand freezes on the doorknob. The conversation ceases, and she feels two pairs of eyes staring at her.

“You alright?” comes a man's voice, low and confused, almost worried. Reiner.

Annie can barely see them, her eyes wandering from one to the other. She squints her eyes, narrowing her brows, trying to focus her vision on them. All she sees is their outline, the smoke surrounding them, and two orange dots floating weirdly in the space between them.

“Annie?” comes a second voice, this time her roommate’s. It sounds equally as worried as Reiner’s.

Annie shakes her head. She pushes her body forward, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind her. Her vision gets clearer, and she makes out their forms. They’re sitting at a little wooden table with low chairs, both wearing their camp shirts, cigarettes sitting between their fingers, a blue pack and a lighter sitting neatly on the table.

The girl takes the unoccupied seat between them and drops her elbows on the table. She points at the cigarette pack. “Can I have one?”

Reiner and Hitch exchange a look. Hitch draws her lips into a thin line, watching Reiner with big eyes, shakes her head the tiniest bit, as if trying to tell him something Annie shouldn’t know. Reiner looks between the two of them, from Hitch’s demanding eyes to Annie’s stale, empty ones, that held some sort of desperation behind them that he didn’t expect to see from her, almost begging for that damned cigarette, as if it was the one thing that could keep her grounded in that moment. Slowly, wordlessly, he pushes the packet and the lighter towards her.

Hitch’s shoulders drop a little, her eyes casting down.

Annie sketches a short smile. She takes one cigarette out, puts it between her lips, and lights it, taking a deep breath in, and–

She chokes on the smoke.

Annie feels the air leaving her lungs, and she breaks into a coughing fit. A hand hastly lands on her back, helping her regain her breath.

“Have you ever smoked before?” Reiner asks, as he slaps his hand over her back again. Hitch sighs and shakes her head, before taking a drag from her own cigarette.

Annie nods shortly. She hasn’t, but she's also not about to tell him that.

Once she fully recovers from her little fit, she tries again– she brings the thing to her lips, she slowly drags a breath from it, and inhales sharply, then slowly exhales through her mouth. That feels a lot better.

“Are you alright?” her roommate asks.

Annie debates on lying to them again. Hitch could probably tell if she did. Annie sighs.

“I can't really sleep,” she confesses, and takes another drag of her cigarette. She finds it calming, in some strange way.

Her roommate hums. Reiner raises an eyebrow at her.

“What’s keeping you up?” he asks.

Annie presses her lips together. She reaches out and checks the time on the phone he’s recklessly abandoned on the table. 2.32 am. They should all have gone to bed a long time ago, considering a new group will be coming to camp first thing in the morning tomorrow.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Annie retorts, looking between the two of them. “Why are you here?”

Reiner takes a drag of his cigarette, the last drag there is to take, before smashing his cigarette butt in the ashtray. He then takes another, lights it, and puts it between his lips.

“Hitch couldn’t sleep,” he shrugs, not looking at either of them.

“Reiner,” the girl hisses through gritted teeth.

He doesn’t say anything else, pressing his lips together.

Annie narrows her brows, turning to look at Hitch. The girl focuses on her cigarette, staring at it intently as she drags smoke after smoke, making it her point to not face Annie. The blonde stares at her just as intently, her eyes not leaving her.

Hitch finishes her cigarette, smashes it in the ashtray in the same manner Reiner did, and takes another. She inhales deeply, then exhales with a sigh.

“Same reason as you,” she eventually says, looking at Annie from the corner of her eye.

Annie tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. What does Hitch know about her reasons?

“The nightmares,” her roommate offers, leaning back in her chair.

Annie’s eyes widen. “How do you know–”

“You wake up in the middle of the night, almost every night.”

Annie presses her lips together for a moment. “I didn't realize I was so obvious about those.”

Hitch shrugs. “I'm just a light sleeper.”

A moment of silence passes between the three. Annie leans over the table to stub out her cigarette. Reiner wordlessly pushes the ashtray closer to her.

Annie mutters her thanks, and then they fall into silence once again.

She considers asking about Hitch’s nightmares, or the reason why Reiner was by her side through them– the reason Hitch trusted Reiner and not her with them. She didn’t even realize she was getting them. Or maybe she just didn’t pay enough attention. Now looking back at it, her roommate staying out until morning should have been a clear giveaway that she was avoiding something, although she's always just considered it average teenage behavior. She never thought twice about it.

When Hitch doesn’t develop further, Annie doesn’t press her. She knows herself that talking about said nightmares often brings more harm, and she doesn’t want to hurt her roommate– her friend– of all people. She leans over the table and gives her hand a light squeeze, sketching a smile when she catches Hitch's eye, and she returns the squeeze in the same manner.

Another moment of silence passes before Hitch clears her throat. “Yeah and Reiner’s a good distraction.”

Annie tilts her head a little. Reiner snorts, almost choking on his smoke, which makes Hitch break out into laughter. She leans her head back, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Annie looks between the two of them, her brain slowly putting the pieces together– their proximity, the way they always pair up during activities, how they seem to seek the other when left alone, Hitch’s words. They couldn’t be–

Annie gasps. “You guys are not–”

“We very much are,” says Reiner with a grin.

Annie looks between them, her mouth slightly agape. “But– how?”

Hitch snorts loudly. She jerks her head towards the Big House. “The common room is always empty at night.”

Annie slaps a hand over her mouth. “You did not–”

She feels her face warm up as Hitch’s words sink in.

“The couch is great for–”

“We all use it!”

Reiner cackles up at that, and the two both break into laughter. Annie pinches the bridge of her nose, and buries her face in her hands, letting a long sigh out.

She has been blind to what was right in front of her the whole time, which might be the most ironic part of it all. Her sigh soon turns into laughter, her shoulders slightly shaking as she tries to hide it.

“You guys are unbelievable!”

Hitch almost falls off her chair laughing at that. Annie could almost bet her face is turning red, however much her roommate was trying to hide it. Her stumbling only amplifies the others’ laughter.

Not much is said after that, although they keep giggling about it for a long twenty minutes before Hitch eventually says she’s had enough and calls it a night. They’re quick to clean up and throw away any evidence of their late night endeavors, then get back inside and start climbing the stairs. Annie, walking two steps behind the other two, wonders if they would be holding hands were she not there. Their gazes linger on each other for a moment too long when they reach the first floor, and Annie considers climbing ahead to give them some privacy. But when she bids her goodbye to Reiner and resumes to going up the stairs, Hitch is right behind her.

The two wordlessly slip back into their room and into their beds, and while Annie chews on her unasked questions that seem to multiply by the minute, Hitch wishes her a goodnight. So she reciprocates, and turns on her side. Maybe she’ll ask her tomorrow. Maybe she shouldn’t ask her at all.

But one thing is for sure– she should start avoiding that damned couch.

They spend the first half of the day planning out the activities for the week– or rather, going over last week’s plans and making adaptations and improvements based on their observations that week. They decide to always have an alternative to every activity so they won’t be caught unprepared again and experience Marie’s wrath– and also check the weather this time. They move the canoeing to the end of the week so it'd be a nice and not so exhausting way to end camp for the little ones, and switch the little talent show for the second day.

Armin brings their activity notebook out shortly after lunch, wanting to check with Annie one last time before the children get there. They go over the plan over some much needed coffee, and it all sounds good still. They only move the name-picking and banner making parts to the first day.

Armin brings up the yarn they’ve gotten two weeks ago, and excitedly suggests that they should make some group bracelets so the children would have a physical souvenir to hold on to after camp. Annie finds his excitement hard to resist and soon agrees– but the problem arises when Armin says that he’s never made bracelets before. But Annie promises to teach him, saying that she was going to do that anyway before they tried it out with the kids. That earns her a smile.

The second group gets there shortly after noon, in two buses that look as old as time, their red and green paint peeling off. The volunteers gather in front of them, bright orange shirts on, all chatty and ready to show the kids to their rooms. Annie has to stand on her tippy toes to catch a glimpse of the children, their colorful clothes and overpacked suitcases. She finds herself smiling as the realization that they’re about to do it all again sinks in, the sweet taste of somewhat of a routine settling in.

The rest of the day passes by quicker than expected. Once the kids are shown to their rooms and settled, after they all have dinner, the hosts have their generic, official welcoming.

They gather in the yard, the sun setting before them. Under the pink and orange and light yellow hues of the sky, the kids sit on the grass, huddled next to each other. The volunteers are seated on a bench behind the standing hosts, listening to the introductions. Connie and Sasha have been yawning since the very first minute of it.

Marie lays out the camp rules; Annie’s delighted to notice the campers rolling their eyes as much as her and her colleagues are. Even Hannah has to cover her face with her flipchart so her annoyance wouldn’t be that obvious.

Annie finds it hard not to snort at their antics. Hitch dozed off on her left shoulder at some point during the welcoming ceremony, her weight assuring that this is, in fact, not a nightmare. Next to her, Armin buries his face in his knees to muffle an annoyed groan.

And then Marie abruptly ends her speech, much sooner than she usually does. Annie narrows her eyes at her as the older woman turns to her colleague, asking for the repartition lists. The other volunteers quickly stand up and take a step forward, preparing to welcome the campers in their teams. Annie jolts Hitch awake. She shoots her an annoyed look before their surroundings sink in and she quickly jumps to her feet. The two join their colleagues, ignoring the glance Marie shoots them.

And soon after that, they are being put in charge of a whole new group of campers, fifteen this time, and a bit older than the last one.

The sun has long set now, and they’re starting to get cold, so the hosts beckon them inside the activity house. Each of the groups pick a room at random to hold their own little introduction and fill the kids in on their schedule.

Annie finds herself walking on what looks like an abandoned conference room, not very large but good enough for their group. The pale pink walls look absolutely horrendous, with the little black vines painted in the corners, and spiderwebs growing rather big at the windows. The brown carpet is pushed to the side, the floor dusty under their feet. Chairs are stacked against the far wall of the room, a massive table with an office chair by the door, and a whiteboard next to it. The two markers on the table are missing their caps, and likely dried.

She exchanges a look with Armin, wordlessly asking if they should just find another room. But the kids fill it up soon and start putting chairs around the room to sit on. Armin shrugs helplessly, offering a quick smile. Annie sighs slightly and returns the shrug. She briefly studies the office chair before deciding not to sit on it, for it looks way too old and rusty to hold. Instead, she leans against the table and opens their activity notebook, and Armin comes to stand next to her.

Armin takes the word then, a lot more confident than last time. He stands taller, his voice is louder, not as shy. Annie finds herself gawking at his form as he introduces the both of them and asks the kids to be on time for activities, giving them any additional detail they might need. But his words no longer register.

He might be the most beautiful person she’s seen, with his boyish features and sharp jaw, and those big blue eyes of his that held so many mysteries behind them. Has his hair grown? His undercut looks rather outgrown. Not that it doesn’t fit him.

“Would you like to add anything?” he asks.

His voice jolts her out of her own thoughts, and she’s mortified to find that he’s looking back at her with a knowing smile. He’s caught her staring. Annie’s face gets warmer at an alarming pace, not only because she’s been caught staring, but also because she has not been paying attention to what he’s said at all, she wouldn’t know what to add. Armin’s smile only boardens. Annie finds herself irritated by his teasing gaze. Turning to the kids, she finds their tilted heads and confused looks even more mortifying.

Annie clears her throat. “I think that is all,” she says. “We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

The campers scatter out of the room faster than she can say goodbye, and they’re soon left alone.

Annie stares at her shoes, painfully aware of his gaze on her. Armin closes the notebook and lets it sit on the table. Then he comes to stand in front of Annie, the tips of his shoes touching hers.

“You seemed deep in thought,” he says, his tone teasing. “Care to share what was on your mind?”

Annie chews into the inside of her cheek, her face growing warmer under his unwavering eyes. He tips her chin out until their gazes meet, his fingertips burning into her skin. Annie finds a light pink dusting his cheeks, his smile gentle. Her earlier discovery only grows stronger when their gazes meet. Annie involuntarily smiles. He deserves to hear it too.

“I was just thinking that you’re quite beautiful,” she says, as nonchalantly as she can.

His blush deepens, his eyes growing slightly bigger. “Am I?”

Annie hums, reaching out her hand and lightly touching his cheek. His breath hitches. Annie smiles at him, tracing two fingers against his cheekbone down to his jaw. “Handsome even,” she adds.

Her hand stops where his jaw meets his ear, and he seems to shiver at the contact, but leans into her touch nonetheless. Then she takes the tips of his hair between her fingers. She was right– it did grow longer, but not by much.

Armin clears his throat. “Do you think you could teach me how to make those bracelets tonight? I don’t think I'll be very awake in the morning.”

“Sure,” she nods, dropping her hand. “Did you bring the yarn?”

He shakes his head briefly. “I left it in the room. I didn’t think to bring it.”

Annie hums lightly. “Let's go then.”

And she grabs his hand, steering them away from the table and towards the door. It takes Armin a few seconds to register what’s happening. He catches up to her and they walk side by side, his hand still in hers. When they reach the front door, Annie goes to retrieve it, but he squeezes her hand between his fingers instead and opens the door with his other hand. Annie looks up at him with wide eyes, her face warm, and he smiles down at her, his eyes sparkling when they meet hers.

They start on the small walk towards the Big House. She swings their arms as they walk, earning a small giggle from Armin. His palm is warm in hers, and so soft.

“What do you think of the kids?” Annie asks.

“They seem alright,” he shrugs. “A bit bored if anything, although they might be just tired from the ride.”

Annie hums in agreement. Armin squeezes her hand. “What about you?”

Annie smacks her lips together briefly. In all honesty, she didn’t pay much attention to them. They reach the Big House and, once again, Armin holds the door open for her.

“Or did you have other important things to focus on?” he teases.

Annie rolls her eyes, and doesn’t say anything else.

“You seemed rather distracted,” he pushes as they start climbing the stairs.

Annie feels her face warm up even more. She gives his hand a harsh squeeze. “Shut up.”

Armin laughs softly, but doesn’t tease her further. They climb in silence, with only the sounds of their own feet against the stairs in the background of Annie's beating heart, drumming so rapidly in her ears, she fears he might hear it too. She needs to fill the silence with something. She needs a distraction from the warmth of his hand in hers.

“Did you know about Hitch and Reiner?” she asks then, looking up at him curiously.

For a second, Armin seems confused, squinting his eyes slightly, and Annie fears she might have overstepped. It was not her place to break the news in any way– but it soon dissipates when his face morphes into a smile.

“Yeah,” he muses. He laughs softly. “Man, they’ve been together for so long, and he still gets so frustrated when she’s next to him.”

Annie hums lightly, a small smile creeping into her lips.

“They met at camp,” Armin muses.

“Yeah. They already knew each other when I first came here last year.”

Armin’s smile grows broader. “He’d sometimes come to spend the weekend in Shiganshina. Hitch was always the happiest on weekends.”

Armin drops her hand then, and she only now notices that they’ve made it to their floor. The light up there still isn’t working, and she’s starting to consider fixing it herself. Armin swiftly unlocks his door and turns the lights on, welcoming her in.

His room is the same as always, warmer if anything. The only thing that seems out of place is the thick book on the nightstands, with worn down brown covers.

Armin beckons her to make herself comfortable as he starts fixing her something to drink. Annie sits on the edge of the bed and takes the book in her hands, grazing the covers with the tips of her fingers. She curiously opens the book, the pages inside yellowish, old. On the first page, in the middle of the page, in blue ink and with sharp letters written all across the page, sits what she assumes is a name, the ink too faded for her to decipher. And below it, Armin’s name, much smaller, as if to not disturb the original owner. Squinting her eyes at the two names, she finds that what she assumes to be the surname looks very similar in both signatures.

She leafs through the book, the atlas, her eyes scanning the pictures curiously– oceans of a deep blue, seas of lava, mountains rising so high their tips are hidden by clouds. Some pages have been highlighted in light green and blue markers, some in a fluorescent yellow, some simply underlined. She finds pieces of papers tucked between pages that she doesn’t dare disturb.

“That was my father’s,” comes Armin's voice. He places two glasses of lemonade on the nightstand by her side and kneels to look through the drawers of said nightstand, probably looking for the yarn. “My friends and I wanted to see everything that was in it for ourselves.”

Annie closes the atlas and places it next to her on the bed. “How did that work out?” she asks, a smile pulling on her lips.

Armin stops for a moment. Then he opens the bottom drawer and, sure enough, the yarn is there. “It didn’t.” He hands her the blue and white and indigo yarn and sits cross-legged next to her.

Annie narrows her eyes, tilting her head the slightest bit, but before she gets the chance to say anything, Armin clears his throat. “So, about those bracelets.”

Annie drops the matter, and her questions stuck in her throat much like they did the night before.

She crosses her legs in a similar manner to his, and gets to cutting strings for the bracelets, three for each of them. Armin watches her intently, his eyes wide with wonder. Annie puts the strings in two bouquets, folds them in half, then ties them in the middle, and hands him one of the bouquets.

Finding herself unable to explain the braiding system in words, and in part afraid of embarrassing herself if she tried, Annie resorts to showing him. She brings the outer strings to the middle crossing them over each other, then tightens the braid, and instructs him to do the same. She hums in approval when he mimics her motions perfectly, and moves on to the next one, and then the next.

"And then you put this blue string over the other one," Annie says, demonstrating the motion.

"I think I got it," Armin nods, while doing the exact opposite, his glasses sliding down his nose.

Annie purses her lips, "I don't think you've got it."

Armin looks down at his bracelet and then at hers, tilting his head while observing it, his brows furrowing. "It looks exactly the same."

Annie sighs, dropping her face in her hand to hide a smile. "You put it over the wrong string."

Armin looks at his bracelet again, and then squints at hers. His eyes switch between the two for a good minute before he finally sees it, pink creeping into his cheeks.

"Oh," he eventually says, putting it back.

He steals a glance at Annie’s bracelet, and she raises it slightly for him to see it better. His eyes narrow at it, comparing it to his own for a second time, focus creasing his eyebrows. Annie finds herself smiling at his antics, her own face getting warmer now. His wonder and curiosity are once again fascinating.

He slowly repeats the motion, Annie’s slight shake of her head letting him know he messed up again. He sighs, and Annie almost laughs at his antics. She brings a hand over her mouth to hide her smile, his focused expression and his brows drawn together amusing her to no extent.

"Is this better?" Armin asks, holding it up for her to see.

She raises her eyes, to be met with Armin holding the beginning of what could be a blue and white bracelet up for her to see.

She nods, pleased to see there is improvement, and moves on to the next string, puts the deeper blue one over the lighter one, looking at Armin expectedly. He repeats the motion very slowly, raising his eyes to sneak a look at Annie’s. He squints his eyes at Annie’s bracelet, pushes his eyeglasses up his nose, then smiles shortly.

“Alright, now I’ve got it!” he exclaims, his eyes gleaming.

Annie nods shortly, going back to her bracelet. She slowly moves the next string over another. Armin slowly mimics her, as if careful not to mess up again. Annie hums to let him know he's doing good, then moves on to the next string, and then the next, and the next, and Armin starts getting it right the first time, and not messing up anymore. A smile rests on Annie’s lips, seeing how his eyes are literally gleaming as they keep going.

Annie ties the final knot, holding her bracelet up for him to see. He squints his eyes at her as if not getting it, so she does it again. She forms a loop with the strings, watches Armin do the same, then he looks up at her with big eyes. Annie puts the strings through the loop. Armin mimics her motion, and together they tighten the knot.

Armin’s lips curl up in a wide smile, his eyes sparkling as he watches the bracelet, holding it proudly in his palm.

He excitedly asks Annie to help him put it on. The braided bracelet in two shades of blue and white fits perfectly around his wrist.

Annie’s fingers graze his skin as she struggles with the knot, her cheeks warm up the slightest bit. She hopes he doesn’t notice, that would be embarrassing. Her inability to tie a damn knot is already embarrassing enough.

"Stop moving so much," she berates him.

Armin laughs softly, “My bad.”

She hurries to tie the bracelet around his wrist faster, her blush deepening as she finishes up the knot. Armin beams with joy at seeing his work around his hand, his smile contagious. He looks at the bracelet with pride for a few seconds. Annie’s left to look back at him, observing him with big eyes as he admires his hard work. Seeing him so happy and satisfied makes her chest warm with pride– she did that, she taught him how to do that. It makes her happy that he likes it, and it satisfies her greatly that she’s the one to have taught him that.

Suddenly, Armin’s arms are around her. Annie’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback for a second.

“Thank you so much,” Armin says, tightening the hug. Annie slowly and unsurely puts her hands on his back and pats it slightly. “Thank you for being patient with me,” the boy adds, his voice much quieter.

Annie finally fully returns the hug. There's something so sad in his voice when he says it. She holds him close, once again wondering what’s happened to him to make him this way, this kind and soft and shy.

“Of course.”

They stay like that for a moment longer, silently holding on to each other as if afraid to let go, letting the warmth of the other engulf them.

Then, Armin slowly pulls away, his hands falling from her back to her arms, holding her elbows with a ghostly touch.

“These could be, like, some sort of couple bracelets,” Armin says, looking from his bracelet to hers, still resting by her side, a sheepish smile on his lips.

Annie shrugs slightly, although her spreading blush doesn’t pass unnoticed, widening Armin’s smile. “If you want them to,” she says, eyes darting away.

Armin lets a low hum out, but doesn’t press the matter further. He grabs her bracelet from the floor and holds it delicately, a content smile on his face.

“Let me tie yours too.”

Annie raises a playful eyebrow. “Do you even know how?”

Armin rolls his eyes. “Of course I do, I watched you do it.”

Annie holds her hand out as if in a challenge. Armin puts the bracelet around her wrist, his fingers a little uncertain as he goes to tie the two ends together. The girl watches, amused, as her colleague squints his eyes at her hand. Confusion starts to twinkle in his eyes.

“You sure you got it?” she asks, trying her best not to laugh.

“Yes,” Armin insists, his fingers gripping the bracelet tighter. But he doesn’t move, analyzing the string with focused eyes, his brows drawing together as he tries to remember how she did that just now.

His eyeglasses start sliding down his nose at an awfully slow pace.

Without thinking much, Annie reaches out her other hand and pushes them up.

Armin freezes. Annie stops in her tracks, her fingers still on the frame of his glasses, slightly brushing against his skin. Slowly, Armin raises his eyes to look at her, a blush spreading on his cheeks, and Annie can tell by the warmth in her face that she’s probably just as red.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s just done, and she hurries to take her hand back; she looks away, almost retrieving her hand from Armin’s. But he goes back to the task at hand and quickly and irreproachabely ties the bracelet around her wrist.

Annie drops her hand in her lap, too embarrassed to look up at him, and happier with the idea of making bracelets again than she probably should have been. Maybe teaching the kids won’t be that bad after all.

Armin clears his throat. “So now with this done, should we cross it off the falling-in-love-montage list?”

Annie nods slightly. The boy gets up and starts looking for the turquoise notepad in which they wrote it all down. As he rummages through his desk for a pen, Annie finds herself wishing this falling-in-love montage wasn’t working this well.

“Maybe we should start crossing stuff off the list,” Armin suggests, snapping her out of her thoughts. “We still have seven points,” he narrows his eyes at the paper, “or six, if you don’t count the kiss.”

Annie frowns. “Why would you not count the kiss?”

Armin’s complexion quickly picks up color. “I was just saying that if you’re not comfortable with that–”

“You are the one who suggested it though.”

Armin’s blush deepens at that. Annie chortles slightly, feeling her own face warming up.

“I know, but–”

“Leave it there,” Annie shrugs. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. And nothing’s forcing us to kiss if we don’t feel like it, anyway.”

Armin nods vigorously, a little too quickly. “Right, right.”

He sits back down, notepad still in hand, and taps the pen against his chin.

Annie scoots closer to him, looking over his shoulder to get a glance at the list. “What else is there?”

“A picnic, karaoke… slow dancing too.”

Annie hums, darting her eyes around their list, with only two points out of nine crossed out. They’re already three weeks into camp. If they keep moving at this pace, they will not finish the whole thing by September.

“We could have the picnic this weekend, if you want,” he suggests, turning slightly so he could face her. “After the kids leave.”

“Sounds good.” Annie searches his eyes briefly, smiling when they brighten. “Where would we have it?”

Armin presses his lips together, thinking about it for a moment, his eyes not leaving hers. “What about that little island we found last week? It seems like a good spot for a picnic.”

Annie thinks for a second, recalling the place. The spot under that tree would be great for a picnic.

“That works, yeah,” she nods.

Armin’s smile boardens. “It's a date then.”

#aruani #who painted the sky?#armin arlert #aruani fic #wpts

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years

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"come back here right now!" with the superstuck au kids of your choice

send me an emotional prompt! im gonna bend this a little lol bc when dont i. babies incoming

"Come back here right now!"

At Roxy's scream, Dirk only ran faster, bolting down the hall like his life depended on it. Which, it did, really. His bare feet slapped loudly against the wooden floors of his Aunt's old house, not at all quiet like his Bro's. It made it too easy for Roxy to follow him, and he could hear it when her shoulder slammed into the wall behind him, going too fast to make the turn properly.

The hallway opened up suddenly into the stairway leading down into the living room, and Dirk jumped without thinking twice, landing hard on the landing in a roll. He jumped a second time, and his feet stung from the impact.

"No fair!" Roxy yelled.

Dirk didn't stop to argue.

The kitchen was just through the archway, all cold tile and white cabinets. His Aunt was sitting on one of the bar stools, one of her dark eyebrows arched as he came speeding into the room. His Bro was standing on the other side of the counter, arms folded, like they'd been in the middle of a conversation.

Dirk bolted for his Bro, grabbing onto one of his legs and ducking behind them.

"Hey," Bro said, surprised, twisting around to look at him. "Something up, lil' man?"

Aunt Rose leaned her chin on one fist, giving Bro a look. "Here comes the other one."

Roxy ran in, huffing and puffing. Her face was red, her hair wild. "Dirk!"

"Oh boy." Bro's eyebrows lifted above his shades. He moved like he might step away from Dirk and reveal his hiding spot, but Dirk grabbed onto him tighter, digging his fingers in hard enough to pinch. It only made Bro snort, because nothing ever hurt Bro.

"He took my kitty!" Roxy said, turning to Aunt Rose with a pout.

"Did he now?" Aunt Rose held out a hand, and Roxy moved closer, letting her pet her curls back down. "Did you tell him you didn't want to share?"

"Yes! And he took it anyway!"

"Aw, man." Bro twisted around to look at him again, one large hand landing in Dirk's hair. "Hey, kiddo, you know we can't just take stuff. That's all kinds of uncool."

Dirk said nothing, clutching the stuffed cat a little tighter to his chest.

Bro sighed. He pulled his leg out of Dirk's grip, but before Dirk could protest, scooped him up instead. Dirk scrambled to get a better grip, fisting Dave's shirt in one hand and twisting to look over at Roxy and Aunt Rose. He felt Bro's nose nudge his temple. "C'mon, lil' man. If you want to use something, what do we do?"

Dirk scrunched up his nose. But he pinched the cat in the space between himself and Bro, freeing up his hand to press an open hand against his chest and move it in circles.

"Good. Did you ask Roxy if you could have it?"

"He didn't," Roxy put in, scowling. "Di never asks."

Dirk scowled back, pushing his head against Bro's shoulder.

Bro sighed, looking at Aunt Rose, who just raised her eyebrows at him. Finally, he said, "Alright, lil' bro. It's okay if you don't feel like using your words, but you've gotta ask another way, okay? Otherwise you can't take things. And it sounds like Roxy told you pretty explicitly that you can't have the kitty. So, how about we ask Roxy if we can play with some else, and you can give the kitty back?"

Dirk held the cat tighter, silently protesting.

"What about the tiger? That's a cat, too, but it's a really cool cat. You know why?"

Dirk shook his head.

"A tiger is a silent predator. Like a ninja. It moves super quietly and uses camouflage to hunt its prey. Plus, it's orange. Doesn't that sound better?"

Dirk considered this.

Bro looked at Roxy. "Could Dirk play with your tiger, instead? You can have the kitty back, and you can play cats together."

Roxy looked at Aunt Rose, apparently considering this. Finally, she nodded. "Yeah, okay. But I want my kitty back."

"Hear that, lil' dude? Roxy's letting you play with the tiger. Does that work for you?"

Dirk hesitated. Then, he held out the cat to Roxy.

She was a little too far to reach it, so Aunt Rose took it instead, passing it back to Roxy. She hugged it close to her chest, smushing her face into its head.

Bro sighed, relieved. "Okay. Awesome. I'm gonna set you down now, and you two can go find the tiger." With Dirk's nod, Bro set him back on his feet, leaving him to run back out of the room, with Roxy hot on his heels.

#dirk strider #roxy lalonde #alpha bro #alpha mom #alpha dave #alpha rose #homestuck fanfiction #my fics #tumblr drabbles #in their shadows #asks

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celestialhighwind · 2 years

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Fatal Seduction

Chapter two, of a title unknown.

The Blood.

It’s not like I haven’t been bloodied from battle before, why do I care? Taking off my boots, the tiny droplets of the splatter dance before my eyes, seeming to form a pattern. I blink and it recedes; I need sleep, and soon. I had forgotten how long it had been since I had slept in an actual bed, yet alone had a hot bath.

The faucet is turned with one eager twist and the water begins to flow free, bringing with it the smell of the ground and iron from the pipes, clean and fresh hits my nose instantly relaxing me. The water, now hot, creates a more humid environment in the room, which contrasts the days spent in the cold and barren Coerthan winds. Toes now free of my boots and wet socks from the snow now feel hot in my body's attempt to acclimate back to a normal temperature, best not to burn them further in the hot water yet. I sit at the edge of the cold marble tub and place both hands wrapped around one foot at a time to help the process while thoughts wandered, reflecting upon the events that had unfolded in the last few days.

The screams, I can still hear them ringing in my ears, but why? It was just a dragon to be summoned and slayed for the benefit of a stupid trial of Alberic's to prove my worth, which made no sense since I was somehow chosen already. Although, he did make mention of a ritual, but I haven't a clue how that ties in with anything just yet, especially since out of fear I failed to relay to him that I had absorbed whatever aether that creature released at its demise. I wouldn't want to be overheard and someone claim that I was now a Heretic. Gods, what have I done?

My toes are now a normal cool to the touch and are ready to meet the water, so I oblige their need. I place my steel outer armour upon the racks and proceed to slip the sleeveless black undershirt over my head and toss that on the floor to pick up later.

A warm, full sensation felt on my shoulder.

I move my hand up my shoulder and feel nothing, so I spin around to identify my intruder. Nothing. I am alone. Now paranoid, hands unsteady, I pick up the closest blunt or sharp object that I could quickly find, which happened to be my lance propped up on the wall near the tub of water and peered into the next room, scanning every shadow that filled the Inn room. I move slowly towards the stone window, dark curtains pulled back and moonlight caressing the wooden floors in the center of the spacious room before me. Candles steady, I see no air upturned by a visitor, and drop my lance to my side. I do one final scan, peering under the plain bed in one darkened corner of the room, and making sure my eyes see nothing out of the ordinary behind any chests, boxes, or shelves. So far I have not seen any Asciens since coming here, but I’ll be damned if I ever do. I continue undressing and slip into the soothing hot water to melt my troubles away, if only temporarily.

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With my lance next to me, I crawl into my sleep sack, against the boulder heated by the fire. The smell of wet cedar still lingers in the pile of ash as I allow my eyes to adjust back to the dark shadows in the cavern. No trouble stirring and I am perfectly hidden from predators. My eyes wander back to the open mountain range, taking in the white snow caps visible under the moonlight as sleep takes me slowly, peacefully tonight. Visions of the trees as I once knew them, danced before my eyes, emerald green leaves glittering as they tickle the sunlight from above their canopy, warm breeze caresses my face as my body feels heavier with relaxation. I suddenly realize my aching feet under the wool, but my arms are too heavy to reach them.

The sound of running water.

I imagine a river, once flowing freely in the summer, now overtaken by a thick sheet of ice. Oh, how I used to run through the streams, bare feet slapping against sunkissed rocks, cool water splashing against the warm grass as we used to chase toads, and sometimes springing from boulder to boulder in mimicry of them. A memory that has become all too distant with just an emotion left behind.

Grief. An ache in my chest.

I suddenly remember my aching feet and reach down to them. My toes feel as cold as ice in my hands. I see visions of blood splatter against my boots. Nay, not my boots, they are too far away for me to reach from here, and I am not wearing boots.

Anguished screams ring through my ears, but they are not mine.

I see a woman in the river, sitting on a boulder. Her hair beaming hues of fire in the bright sunlight, and I am reminded of the woman that came looking for me a few days ago. Her skin is slightly tanned from sitting in the sun and she is holding a clear flask, emitting a strange aether. Something about this scene causes something within me to stir, so I take a few steps toward the woman to get a better view. As I draw closer, I could see the liquid within the flask is a very dark burgundy color, emitting purple aether and my breath ceases. Dragon’s blood! I quickly close in the space remaining between us and place a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She quickly spins around, and I see her face, as bright as the sun now beating down on us. Green eyes, I am taken aback.

Celestial!

The flask drops to the ground, unbroken, and the purple aether forms into two faces of familiarity. Scales glowing in their images, Greywine and Archeoavis snarled at the sight of me. I jump as they see me, fangs bared and a low growl from one of them. I reach my hand towards Celestial once again and try yelling her name, but no sound comes from my mouth.

“Celest–” I manage trying once more, but not before the scene becomes blurry and I am back at my camp, shivering and glistening in fresh sweat from the nightmare. Worry that hadn’t been there now grips me. Have I seen a vision? This was the woman that Alberic had sent for me, had she consumed dragon’s blood?

#estinien x reader #chapter 2 #untitled #ffxiv headcanons #ao3 #Non consensual blood drinking #anguish #trauma #very slow burn #slow burn #eventual smut #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol

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sara-scribbles · 2 years

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The Little Moray Mermaids

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: GN!Reader, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Azul Ashengrotto Word Count: 7,399 Note: This a long one folks. I enjoyed writing this a lot. Not the mermaid AU I was planning, but it just happened. Hope you all enjoy reading it! Warnings: Some swearing

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It is the sudden quietness of the night that draws you from under your covers to look around the dark. The only light comes from your phone screen that you had been looking at previously, and the occasional lightning that flashes in the dark skies. At 3AM it’s far too early for anyone to be up, though you had kept yourself awake while scrolling through social media. Since early evening the rain has been pouring down in sheets while lightning lit up the sky and thunder echoed loudly.

The lack of thunder makes you pause, but eventually you decide to go back under your covers. However, you hear a loud squeak of floorboards and immediately sit back up. The only other person in the house is your father, who should be asleep at this hour. Tossing aside the covers, your bare feet touch the cold, wooden floors making you jump.

Tip toeing to your door, you crack the bedroom door open to peek outside. You don’t see anything in the gloom of the hallway. Slipping out, you avoid certain squeaky floorboards as you make your way down the hall and to the stairwell. Squatting, you hide between the bars of the stairs, you see your father standing with the front door open.

The porch light illuminates a broad figure in the doorway, who seems to tower over your father despite being about the same height. You strain your ears trying to hear their mumbled conversation, but only manage to catch a few things here and there.

“Clark and Claire want you to…”

“It’s three in the morning!”

“Don’t…bosses wait. They found something interesting, possibly me-” A violent boom of thunder shakes the house and forces you to clap your hands over your ears. Your father nearly drops his glasses that he had been fiddling with. The stranger doesn’t seem to react.

“We can drag… -make it difficult for us.” Finally your father seems to slump forward as he grabs his coat hanging nearby and follows the stranger out into the night.

You stay there frozen for a few moments longer, before rushing back to your room. You open the balcony door only to be pushed back by a violent wind. Managing to stay upright, you try in vain to look for any sign of a vehicle, yet there is nothing in the dark night.

“What was that?” you ask yourself as you lock the balcony door and go back to bed.

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It is a sharp, painful flick to the forehead that finally draws you from your thoughts. You drop the controller and throw the offender a nasty look. “What the hell!?”

Ace merely rolls his eyes. “Not my fault you were off in wonderland. You’re not even paying attention to the game.”

True to his statement, you lost the race. “Just got something on my mind…” You fall back against the couch cushions.

“Anything we can help with? My mom always says it’s best to talk to other people if something’s bothering you,” Deuce offers.

Having moved to the town about three years ago, you had made friends with Ace and Deuce. The duo were often seen together at school and on days off. You became an official member later on. Though they caused many headaches, you cared for the two knuckleheads. Oftentimes the three of you would hang out on the weekends. With summer vacation just starting, you were looking forward to spending a lot of time together.

You sigh before explaining, “Some stranger came to the house early in the morning and my dad went with him. I’m just worried…”

The redhead yawns as he stretches. “Maybe your dad is doing something illegal.” A swift slap on the arm makes the boy cry out. “Hey!”

“My dad’s not the type! The most illegal thing he’s done is driving under the speed limit.” You huff in annoyance. “I couldn’t make them out, but the stranger mentioned Clark and Claire?”

The duo share a glance. “What?” You look frantically between them.

“N-nothing!” Deuce immediately becomes fascinated with the television.

“That wasn’t a nothing look! What? Do you guys know them?” You glare at Ace, who nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Again they share a look. “Well…” Ace starts but looks away.

“They’re the mafia!” Deuce blurts out.

“What!” You grab Deuce by the front of his shirt. “What do you mean?!”

The dark haired boy nervously waves his hands. “N-nothing! I mean they’re not the mafia, just like the mafia…?”

Releasing him, you pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning, “That doesn’t make me feel better!”

Knocking Deuce on the head, Ace tries to clarify. “What the idiot means is that they’re bad news. They’re known as the Jester gang. They’re known for doing illegal dealings under the table. And a lot of people who were associated with them have disappeared.”

“Most of the stores downtown pay them a monthly due or else,” Deuce adds. “I wouldn’t associate with them back then.” You had gotten a brief overview of the dark haired boy’s delinquent past at some point, so you have an idea of how bad the two were.

“What do they want with my dad? He’s a marine biologist and professor, not a criminal.” You start rubbing your own temples.

“You could ask him,” Deuce suggests.

“Oh yeah I’m sure that would go well. ‘Hey dad, are you working with the town mafia?’ Like he’d give me the truth.” Staring at the ceiling, you wonder how things could have gone from zero to hundred. “Why haven’t they been thrown in jail if everyone seems to know?”

The two shrug. “Probably because they’re good at covering their tracks. The police have nothing on them, and people are too scared to report them.” Ace starts up a new match.

“Great…”

Your father is a good person, though he isn’t a saint. He tried his best with you after moving to this new town. Having purchased the large mansion over the jagged cliff, he tried to make it feel like home. Still this place is too big for two people. The east wing isn’t even used and most of the rooms remain empty even after three years. You mostly occupy the west wing, kitchen and the rec room down in the basement. It isn’t as bad as you had initially thought; plus your father gives you a lot of freedom to come and go as you please.

Him being tied up with an unsavory group is far from your imagination. Even if he is doing something illegal, he would never tell you willingly.

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Riding on your bike down the only road that leads to your house, you peddle to the pier. Locking your bike up, you stroll down to the beach while observing the beach goers. Some lean over the pier balcony looking down into the water below. The flimsy chain link sign that’s supposed to keep people away from the opening does little to actually do anything. People sit in between the gaps, their feet dangling in the air. Everyone seems to be enjoying the nice weather and warm water. Walking along the rocky cliffs, you veer left into a hidden alcove.

The cave is something your father had found while exploring the beach awhile back. It has a large underground grotto pool that connects to the ocean. You had explored a bit of it once, finding small fish and crabs wandering the expansive area. There’s something almost peaceful about being under water despite not being able to breath. All noise seems to vanish and fish flit along without a care. Perhaps your father’s love for marine life has rubbed off on you.

You stop short when you see your father standing over a newly brought table. The entire cave is filled with equipment that has never been there before. There’s even a generator humming off to the side.

“Dad?” you call, brows knitting together.

He jumps; the pen he had been holding falls out of his hand and rolls on the sandy floor. “What are you doing here?!”

“I just wanted to check on the grotto and maybe go for a swim. What’s all this?” You gesture to all the shiny machines. He even has a brand new laptop set up, which he quickly closes.

“J-just research. I, uh, wanted to do some testing on the marine life that gathers in the grotto,” he lies, his eyes not meeting you.

Deciding to play along, you wander over to the edge of the pool. Squatting, you lazily touch the water. “Did you find something?”

“N-nothing like that. Maybe step away from the edge…in case you fall in.” He fiddles with his glasses as he watches you.

Looking at him, you smile. “Please, I know this place like the back of my hand.” Hours of exploring the underground grotto had ingrained the layout into your brain. It is much like a second home; a home you need to come up for air.

“Right… Why don’t we go to the crab shack for lunch?” he suggests.

“Alright, that sounds go-” Suddenly you feel something cold grab your wrist and tug you backwards. The move causes you to lose your balance and fall back into the pool; your father’s terrified face is the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut.

You clamp your mouth closed as the cold ocean water hits you. You sink a bit lower before finally pulling yourself together. Opening your eyes despite the stinging water, you can’t see much in the murkiness. Just as you are about to swim back up, a hazy figure swims toward you so quickly you don't have time to react. You’re staring into a glinting golden eye, which causes your mouth to open suddenly letting out a garbled scream.

A flash of sharp, pointy teeth and a long tail is all you see before you force your body to surface. Rising from the water, you sputter and cough. “What-” You keep hacking up water as your father helps to drag you out of the pool. “What the hell is in there?!”

Sitting on solid ground, you stare up at him bewildered. Your father grabs a towel from a stack in a small cubby and hands it to you. “I…It’s just a very large fish that found its way into the grotto.”

“Very large fish my ass! That thing had teeth!” You try your best to dry yourself off. You lost your flip flops it seems. “I swear something grabbed me and pulled me into the water!”

Hovering nervously, he adjusts and readjusts his glasses. “T-there might be an octopus in there. You know h-how curious they can be… Just stay clear of this place for a while okay?” It’s a weak excuse you both knew, but you decide not to push.

Sighing, you pick yourself off the ground. “I have to go back home and change. But I’ll meet you at the crab shack in thirty minutes?”

Shoulders relaxing, he smiles. “Of course. I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Later that night, you carefully open the door to your father’s study. He’s passed out at his desk, an empty glass in his hand and the still opened whiskey bottle on the desk. His loud snores are all you need to hear. Going back to your room, you grab your backpack and a flashlight.

You avoid the squeaky steps and leave the house by the side door from the kitchen. Biking back to the pier, it’s completely deserted compared to earlier. You need to know what is in the pool even if your father doesn’t want you to. Could it be related to what the stranger came for the other night? Stepping into the cave, you sweep the light around. Seeing that he has left everything as is, you go over to the laptop. It’s password protected… Leaving it alone, you do one last sweep of the cave before getting to business.

Setting the flashlight down so the beam of light points up, you take off your backpack. Reaching inside, you rifle around as you eye the water. Pulling out a plastic bag with a few precooked shrimp, you take one out. Tossing it in the water, you watch as it sinks into the depths. You wait a bit but nothing happens.

Frowning, you throw in another shrimp and wait. When nothing happens, you pull out another plastic bag filled with dried mackerel. “Maybe it doesn’t like shrimp…”

The sudden loud echo of your phone ringing makes you drop the bag. “Shit!” You quickly answer. “What?” you hiss.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Ace comments. “We wanted to know if you wanna come to a game with us next week?” You can hear the t.v. blasting in the background.

“And you couldn’t have texted me?” You can almost hear the eye-roll.

“Nope. So you in?”

Grumbling a “fine” you hang up before silencing your phone. “Almost had a heart attack…”

“Ya make funny faces, Shrimpy!” You whip your head up and meet the dual colored eyes of a creature. Leaning against the edge of the pool on the far end, the creature holds up one of the shrimps you had dropped in. Swallowing it whole, you get a flash of sharp white teeth.

Scrambling back a bit, you grab the flashlight and direct it toward the creature. “Y-you’re the thing that I saw!”

Eyes gleaming in glee, the creature dives under the water only to resurface on your end. Leaning against the edge, dangerous eyes watch you. “Hiya!” A webbed hand waves at you. Mouth opening and closing you can’t find the right words. “Ya look like a gaping fish!”

Shaking your head, you stare wide-eyed. “What are you?”

“I’m Floyd. Never seen a moray mermaid before?” he asks almost mockingly.

“M-mermaid? Like half fish, half human…” He definitely doesn’t look anything like the fairy tale mermaids you read about when you were a kid. His turquoise hair is muted under the bad light and he has a longer strand of back. He has fin-like protrusions where his ears should be, and webbed hands that have dangerous looking nails. You can vaguely make out something swishing in the water back and forth.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “We don’t all look like the mermaids you humans like to imagine. We’re better.”

“Whose ‘we’?”

Floyd seems to find interest in the bag of mackerel you had dropped. He’s already opened it and is chowing down. “My brother’s here too. So, Shrimpy, what’s goin’ on?”

“Like I know. I-I just found out mermaids apparently exist! How’d you even get here?” You watch him with part curiosity and part fear. Those claws and teeth aren’t for show.

He dumps the remaining fish in his mouth before tossing the plastic bag at you. “Beats me. One second I’m just enjoying a nice snack, the next we’re tossed into a net and then a glass cage. Then they threw us in here and snapped these on our necks.” He taps at the chunky black collar that you hadn’t noticed. A small red light blinks occasionally.

Brows knitting together, you wonder what the device is. You have never seen anything like it, and it is definitely not something your father ever had. “Can’t you leave? The grotto does exit into the ocean.”

“Someone put metal bars on the exit.” He shrugs. “The sea slug has been feeding us, but he keeps his distance. He’s no fun…” Floyd sighs.

“Sea slug?”

“The sweaty human who fiddles a lot with stuff,” he clarifies.

“Dad… What on earth has he gotten himself into?” you mutter.

Floyd yawns loudly. “See ya, Shrimpy. Next time bring more snacks!” He dips under the water before you can say anything else.

You sit there for a while before finally pulling yourself together. Biking back home, your thoughts swirl around trying to understand everything that just happened. You aren’t even sure what to tell Ace and Deuce or if you should tell them. However, you know one thing and that’s whatever is going on is in no way a good thing

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It’s a few days later that you are able to go back to the grotto. Your father has left for the day to teach his summer course. You make a pb&j for yourself, before throwing in a few cans of tuna and sardines in your bag. You hesitate before tossing in a candy bar for the fun of it. You’re just about to hop on your bike when a loud ‘meow’ stops you.

“Grim?” The gray and white cat rubs against your leg. His clear blue eyes stare up at you. “So you smelled the tuna and decided to show up, huh?” The feral cat often comes around when he’s hungry. Most of the townsfolk fed him if they happened to have anything on hand. You found the cat likes tuna. A lot.

Taking off your backpack, you pull out a can of tuna and open it. Leaving it on the porch, you laugh as the cat pounces on the food. “Enjoy the meal. I have a fish to meet.”

Riding off, you make the trip to the cave as quickly as possible. Inside, you’re already removing some cans and setting them down. “Floyd? I brought some snacks,” you call.

Against your better judgment, you want to speak with the mermaid some more. It isn’t everyday you meet a mythical sea creature. Hearing a splash, you smile as teal hair pokes out of the water. Rising higher, your smile falls a bit as you stare at the dual colored eyes. Something is off about the mermaid, yet you can’t quite put your finger on what.

His eyes watch your every movement as you take out your pb&j. “...Floyd?” You tilt your head to the side trying to remember your first encounter. “I swear the eyes were switched…” muttering under your breath, you cautiously inch closer.

Finally he speaks, and the voice is definitely different. “So you’re not as foolish as you look. Interesting.”

“You’re his brother then?” you ask, ignoring the insult.

“Jade at your service,” he greets with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “My brother mentioned you. I’m glad I also got the chance to meet you.”

Sitting at the edge of the pool, you dip your feet in the water. Perhaps not the smartest thing to do since there are two mermaids in there, but you have a feeling they aren’t interested in eating you. “Twins, huh… So, what’s it like?”

“Pardon?” He keeps his distance though he is looking at the things you laid out near the edge. Close enough that one can reach it if they come closer.

“Living underwater, I mean. Is there a city under there like the stories say?” Curiosity wins out over fear.

“You could say that we have a city of sorts. Compared to you humans, it’s cold and dark,” he explains.

Surprised he’s willing to talk, you lean forward. “Cold and dark? Sounds kinda uncomfortable, but I guess it makes sense if you live deep in the ocean. Maybe that’s why no one has seen a mermaid before…?”

“We tend not to interact with your kind. You people aren’t known to be the kindest…” His tone takes on a chilly quality. Yet, you can’t blame him considering he and his brother are trapped in the grotto for unknown reasons.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, you feel a cold hand grab your foot. You let out a yelp and quickly pull your legs out of the water. “You’re so jumpy, Shrimpy~” Floyd teases as he pops his head up.

“D-don’t do that!” Hand over your heart, you let out a deep breath. “I bring snacks and this is how I’m treated…”

Floyd’s already helping himself to your food. Namely your pb&j. “Twish stuff is so wry! I dwon’t understand why you like peanut budder,” he says between bites.

“That was my lunch… Wait, you know what peanut butter is?” You put your feet back in the water after it seems like the moray mermaid loses interest.

Finishing the sandwich quickly, Floyd nods. “We’ve visited places humans eat. Takoyaki is really good!”

“We are able to come on land as humans,” Jade explains, “It’s something every mermaid has done at least once.”

Eyes widen in awe. “So you guys could just become human and walk out of here?”

He shakes his head. “We actually have to make the potion that requires hard to obtain ingredients and there are certain conditions. If it was that simple, we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

“Oh… So magic kinda exists but in potion form?” Every fantasy idea you had read about or seen is suddenly coming to mind.

“More or less.” He shrugs. “What you humans consider magic is not quite the same, but it is within the same idea.”

“Huh…” You stare at the twins thoughtfully.

Floyd interrupts your musings by poking your leg. “Hey, Shrimpy, can ya get us outta here?”

“I can try but I don’t know if I could carry you from the cave to the water. It’s not a far distance but you don’t look very…light.” If you are being honest, they look like they weigh too much. Perhaps you could drag them along?

Jade shakes his head. “That wouldn’t work. We can’t breathe outside of water for too long. The time it would take for you to carry one of us to the water, we’d probably be dead.”

“You have to always be in water?”

“At least halfway up. Unlike the mermaids you humans know of, morays aren’t able to be out of water for long without running the risk of drying out,” he explains further.

Scrunch up your nose, you wracked your brain for ideas. “We could put you in something portable that can hold water… But where would I get something big enough…? Though I guess it doesn’t have to fit your entire body, just enough plus water…”

Floyd suddenly leans over and pokes your forehead. You grimace as water drips off his hand. “Don’t think too hard, Shrimpy. Can ya bring me takoyaki?” Again he switches between topics.

“Uh…I can try? I’ve never made it so I’ll have to look up a recipe.” You glance over at Jade and give him an encouraging smile. “Any requests over there?”

“Octopus carpaccio,” he says, eyes lighting up a bit.

You make a mental note to look those two dishes up. “Great. Two things I don’t know how to make. But I’ll try.”

“Shrimpy!” Suddenly Floyd throws his arms around your waist and squeezes. He squeezes a little too hard causing you to wheeze. You swear your hear your bones creak

“T-too tight!” You weakly shove at his shoulders until he lets go.

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It becomes an occurrence for you where you visit the two when you can. Sometimes it’s impossible when your father is there, so you steer clear. Other times, you sneak out late at night to have a chat. You always bring snacks, which Floyd eats happily and sometimes Jade partakes. It seems your father has been feeding them live fish by quickly dumping them into the water before scurrying away. Floyd seems to take fun in scaring him on occasions or just plain up soaking him with water.

The time spent with Ace and Deuce are fun but you still contemplate whether you should tell them. On one hand it would be nice to have their help and support. On the other hand, you don’t want to get them involved with something dangerous. Though you haven’t seen any more shady people, you feel like they might come out of nowhere any second.

You’re still thinking of ways to get the twins back to the ocean. A tank large enough to fit them would be ideal, but you have no idea where you would get one. You also have to think about what would happen to your father when the gang finds out the mermaids are gone. You can only imagine that he would be blamed and punished. There doesn’t seem to be a good ending if you help the brothers escape.

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Again Ace and Deuce are at your home playing video games. It’s too hot to do much outside, so the three of you decided to stay inside. However, you are too distracted to pay attention to the match. Your thoughts are busy thinking about your most recent encounter with the twins.

You had gone to visit them a few days before, and they had told you some people had visited your father. The two stayed under the water but could hear the conversation. It seemed the Jester gang wanted to move the twins to their home soon. For what reason, they didn’t know, but it wasn’t good.

“Hey, are you okay?” Deuce asks, nudging you lightly when he notices the glazed over look in your eyes.

“Hmm?” You glance at him blankly. “Sorry I was lost in thought.”

Attention drawn away from the screen, his brows draw together. “You seem to be lost a lot recently. Is it because of…you know…?”

You set the controller down. “Yeah… I just don’t know what to do. If I do anything my dad will get in trouble. But if I don’t do anything they’ll probably end up hurt.”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

You frown at your slip-up. “...”

“Eat my dust!” Ace cheers as he comes in first place. He jumps up and pumps his arms in the air, but stops when he realizes you're both not even playing. “Aww, come on! You guys aren’t even playing!”

Looking between the two, you decide to tell them the truth. “You guys want to see what that gang is using my dad for?”

“Uh…” Deuce looks unsure.

Ace shrugs. “Sure, why not?”

“You sure? This means you’d be involved and could get in trouble.” You gave them an out just in case they realize the trouble they might be getting into.

“When has that ever stopped us from doing anything?” Ace asks with a grin. Deuce nods determinedly.

A chuckle leaves your lips as you shake your head in disbelief. “Let’s get going tweedledum and tweedledee.”

“Hey!”

You lead them to the cave knowing your father won’t be there and stand at the edge of the pool. The two boys are glancing around suspiciously. “What is all this stuff?” Deuce pokes at the machinery.

“Don’t touch that!” Jumping, the dark haired boy backs away slowly. “Come over here.” You had already cleared it with Jade and Floyd awhile ago. The two seemed agreeable to meeting your friends if you ever decided to tell them.

The two peer down in the water. Finally Ace asks, “What are we supposed to be seeing?”

“Jade. Floyd. Meet Ace and Deuce,” you introduce.

Suddenly Deuce lets out a horrified scream as Floyd reaches out of the water and grabs his ankle. Ace scrambles behind you as the dark haired boy falls to the ground. “What the fuck!” the redhead shouts.

Rolling your eyes, you give Floyd a pointed look. He merely grins before letting Deuce go, who crawls behind you as well. “Must you do that?”

“It’s a lota fun!” he cackles.

The two behind you are speechless as they take in the two mermaids. Jade gives his usual smile while Floyd wiggles his webbed digits at them with a toothy grin. “Hiya, Crabby and Mackerel!”

“W-what are they?” Deuce finally asks, eyes darting between the two.

“Moray mermaids. They were apparently caught by the Jester gang. Not sure what they’re doing with them, but my dad’s been monitoring their vitals for the past month,” you explain.

Ace moves from behind you as he examines them from a safe distance. “They’re kinda…scary.”

“Thank you,” Jade says, his smile widening a hint.

You wave off his worried expression. “They’re fine. Anyways, the reason I wanted to introduce you guys is because I need to figure out a way to get them back to the ocean. They can’t be out of the water for too long, but maybe with all three of us we can carry them quickly to the shore?”

“You want us to carry them?” Both boys hold their hands up. “They look kinda heavy,” Deuce admits, finally standing up to stand beside you.

“Have any better ideas? I’m all ears.” Both shrug in unison. “Fine. We’ll need to brainstorm some more.”

“Ey ey, Shrimpy, did you bring snacks?” Floyd watches you expectantly as you take off your backpack.

You pull out a tupperware container. “I actually made takoyaki. The first and second batch were cooked too much. I think this one’s pretty good.”

“Wooo!” Floyd grabs the container and starts chowing down.

Ace pouts. “Why don’t you make us stuff?”

“You never asked.” You chuckle as Floyd shares a few with Jade but mainly eats the rest.

“So, if I asked for a cherry pie…?” He looks at you hopefully.

“Make it yourself. You got two hands and feet,” you answer with a huff. “It’s not like these two can walk into a kitchen.”

“Tsk.” Ace crosses his arms. “Treats a bunch of fish better than your best friend,” he mutters.

Ignoring his grumblings, you take back the tupperware once Floyd is done. Bidding farewell to the two mermaids, the three of you return back to your house. Though the two boys are still wary of the mermaids, they agree to help you figure out a way to get them back to the ocean.

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It’s nearing the end of summer vacation and no plans have been made. Despite three heads, it seems none of you can come up with a good idea. You did try lifting Floyd out of the pool together once, but he proved to be heavier than he looked. With his extremely long tail, you could barely get him a few inches out. After struggling for an hour, you gave up though Floyd seemed to enjoy the experience.

As you walk along the pier, you notice a lone figure up ahead walking along the shore. Having come back from a tennis match, you had decided to check in on the twins. You might not have paid attention to the person if it weren’t for how they are dressed. It’s summer time yet this strange person is wearing a long gray jacket and a black fedora. You linger behind as you watch the man from afar. Eyes narrowing, you grip your racket as you see him veer to the left toward the hidden grotto.

You walk a little faster as he disappears around the bend. Inching closer, you can hear mumbling. Peeking inside you see the stranger standing in front of the pool with the twins bobbing in the water. You shuffle closer as you lift your racket, ready to smash his head like a tennis ball.

“Shimpy!” Floyd notices you and waves causing the stranger to whirl around. His eyes widen when he sees you ready to pummel him.

“Wait, (y/n)! Don’t hit him!” Jade calls to you. You stop mid-swing, brows drawing together. Jade lets out a breath of relief. “This is our friend, Azul.”

The silver haired stranger looks between you and the twins. “A friend? You have a human friend?” you ask, lowering your racket.

“Nah. Azul is a mermaid like us. He’s just usin’ a transformation potion,” Floyd explains as his tail flicks water around.

“Oh…right.” You recall that the twins did say they could become human. “So, what’s he doing here?”

Azul seems to finally pull himself out of his stupor as he speaks. “They wanted me to come fetch them.” He adjusts his silver frames as he examines you. “I didn’t realize they had made an acquaintance on land…”

“I didn’t realize they had friends,” you say, looking between the two.

“Yup! We’ve known Azul since he was a cute, chubby little octopus,” Floyd chortles.

Sputtering, Azul glares at Floyd. “You signed a NDA about that!” He receives a toothy grin in return.

As much as you want to hear more, you decide to change the subject. “So are you going to give them a potion to make them human?”

“Well about that…” he coughs “I don’t have any potions. A bunch of kids ran into me and knocked them to the ground.”

Jade ponders for a moment. “That’s too bad. We might be able to still get out though. You see, the hulking man that brought us here came a few days ago saying they were going to transfer us.”

“Transfer? To where?”

“Not sure. But they mentioned somethin’ about meat.” Floyd’s face darkens as his lip curls upward.

You feel your body suddenly get cold. You had been reading up on legends of mermaids, and a few were less savory than the fairy tales. One legend existed that if a person were to eat the flesh of the mermaid, they would gain immortality. Of course you had scoffed at the idea, but perhaps there were some who believed in it.

Azul looks almost green. “God they’re going to… Ugh! Humans can be so barbaric.”

“Ditto. When will they be coming?” you ask, you mind racing.

“In three days from now at midnight. There will only be two men as they mentioned something about being watched. I think when they’re transporting us, it might be the best time for your friends to try and get us out. There’ll be portable tanks, so if you can distract two of them, perhaps you can do something.” The three share a look before nodding.

Rubbing your temples, you sigh. “Alright, I’ll let Ace and Deuce know. We’ll figure out a way to distract them.” You glance at Azul. “Do you have somewhere to hide before then?”

“I’ll return to the sea,” he says.

“Oookaaay…” You honestly don’t know what he can do to help, but since the twins trust him, you don’t say anything else.

You and Azul leave the area in silence. You head up back to the pier while Azul walks further down the shore. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see that he’s already waist deep in the water; clothes and all. Shaking your head, you send Ace and Deuce a quick text before hopping on your bike to head home.

You wait for the two out on the porch while playing with Grim. The cat jumps up and down as you dangle the fish-on-a-string toy just enough that he can swat at it. You perk up when you hear the sound of Deuce’s motorbike. The duo come to a stop, and Deuce parks his bike; Grim seems to find interest in the vehicle.

“Did someone die?!” Is the first thing Deuce asks.

“What? No!” Ace only shrugs when you turn your confused gaze to him.

The dark haired boy frowns as he hangs his helmet on the handle of his bike. “But you said it was an emergency…”

“No one’s dying. Yet. But this is an emergency. Come on, let's get inside first.” You lead the two downstairs.

Ace sits down on the couch. “So what’s up?”

“Apparently the Jester gang plans to move the twins,” you start “to their house. And they want to…eat them…”

“...”

“What. The. Fuck.” Ace’s eyes widen as he stares at you in disbelief. “Why the hell do they want to eat them?!”

“Like I would know. I mean there are stories about mermaids granting immortality by eating them, but who knows if that’s true.” You shudder at the thought. “Anyways I need your help.”

Deuce sighs. “As much as I don’t like those weird guys, I guess we can’t leave them to be eaten…”

“I guess…” Ace agrees halfheartedly.

“Alright, so I have a plan…”

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Hiding out under the docks alone is a bit unnerving, especially when it’s pitch black and quiet. You comfort yourself with the knowledge that Ace and Deuce are hiding in the parking lot, so at least they’re nearby. You had gone over the plan with the two a couple of times, but still you are nervous. It’s not everyday you do something illegal against a gang that could kill you if they ever found out.

The two men sent by Clark and Claire had already walked by with their large tank. They both seemed rather annoyed and grumbled a lot. You can only hope that the distraction the two boys had planned would work enough. Gripping the wooden baseball bat you brought, you periodically glance at the dark waters. Unsure if Azul is actually out there waiting, you can only hope.

The plan is to toss the twins off the pier balcony where beach goers like to sit. It’s the quickest way to the water and should be fairly easy. All you have to do is tip over the large tank enough that they could get out. Of course this half-baked plan relied on a lot of things happening in the right way.

You tense when you hear the squeaking of wheels and see the two grunts coming around the bend. It’s hard to see what’s in the tank, but you do notice the two seem to be struggling more. You watch from your hiding spot as they push the tank up the ramp while swearing once and awhile.

Hiding back in the darkness, you send Ace and Deuce a quick text. You wait as the two men take a quick rest once they’re no longer on the ramp. A loud pop rings out in the quiet night followed by multiple loud pops and cracks.

“What the hell?!” You hear the two men arguing before one runs off.

The other one that stays behind rubs the back of his head muttering about inconveniences. As you creep up behind him, you grip the handle of the bat tighter. Clenching your teeth, you strike the back of his head as hard as you can. The wooden bat meets his head with a sickening crack. He falls to the ground like dead weight. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nudge his body with your foot. He’s breathing.

“Oh thank goodness…” you mumble before tossing the bat aside.

As you struggle to push the tank toward the end of the pier, you wonder how the other two are doing. The loud noises have stopped and everything is eerily quiet once more. As long as they distract the other guy long enough, you’re sure you can make it.

“(Y/N)?” You freeze. Slowly looking over your shoulder your stomach drops as you meet your father’s gaze.

Turning fully around, you press your back against the tank. “Dad…”

His clothes are in disarray and his hair sticks up. “W-what are you doing?”

Everything seems to be frozen in place. “I…I’m helping my friends. What are you doing here?” Last you checked, he was asleep in his study.

He rubs the bridge of his nose. “Of course you went back to the pool,” he says to himself. “Always so curious…” He shakes his head before meeting your gaze. “I couldn’t let them do what they wanted with the two mermaids…”

All the tension in your body relaxes. “You’re here to save them?”

He sighs and rubs his face. “Somehow… I don’t know, but I see you made it before me.” He gestures to the tank.

“What about the gang? Aren’t you afraid of what they’ll do?” you ask.

Walking over, he helps you push the tank. “They can’t really prove anything. And even if they try to do something, I have a lot of evidence against them. I might be a teacher, but I won’t let someone threaten my family.”

Nearing the edge, you pause to push the top off the tank. A few seconds later Floyd and Jade pop their heads out of the top. “Shrimpy!”

“Hey, you guys good?” You notice the black collars are gone.

“Yes. Those two men were more afraid of us than anything else,” Jade says with a chuckle.

Your father looks between you two, mouth open. “They t-talk?!”

“Yeah… what you guys never spoke to my dad?”

Floyd waves a web hand lazily. “Nothing really interestin’ to say to the sea slug or those guppies.”

“Sea slug?” Shock still on his face, he starts to fiddle with his glasses.

You pat your father on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.” You turn your attention back to the two. “I’d suggest getting ready cause we’re going to just tip this thing over the edge.”

Both nodded before ducking down into the tank. With your father, you’re able to tip the tank over. You hear a muffled thump and then a loud splash. Peering over the edge, you see the twins bobbing in the water. Azul pops up as well.

“Bye, Shrimpy~!” Floyd waves.

“Thank you,” you hear Jade say before the three duck under water. A green tail flashes in the water before disappearing under the waves.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you grin. “Well that was fun.”

“(Y/N)!” Ace and Deuce run toward you. Both have leaves and twigs in their hair and clothes. They both stop to catch their breath.

“Did…they…leave?” Deuce asks between breaths.

“Yeah, we just saw them swim off.” You jab a thumb in the direction of the sea.

“Good! We might have a problem…” Ace glances at your father. “Uh…we accidentally knocked out the guy.”

Deuce nods. “He was getting too close to us, so I might have panicked.”

You shrug, not really caring. “And that’s a problem? They weren’t nice guys. Anyways, I also hit the other guy with a bat. We can just report them to the police for…”

“Transporting exotic fish?” your father supplies.

“Yeah, that’s good.” You wrap your arms around both their shoulders. “Come on, let’s go back to my place.”

Rolling his eyes, Ace sighs. “This was the dumbest plan ever. You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Poached eggs?” Deuce asks hopefully.

“Sure!”

“I want my cherry pie first!”

“It’s two in the morning, Ace…”

“...still want my cherry pie!”

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An entire year passes without much drama beyond the Jester gang finally getting arrested on charges of transporting exotic species. Though the police don’t say how they came to this conclusion, you notice a bounce in your father’s step. You continue your life as if two mermaids hadn’t just appeared during your summer break. By the time summer rolls around once more, you’re almost convinced it was all a mass fever dream you shared.

Wandering on the shores of the beach, you look out on the calm waters. Tourists are slowly coming back though for now you have the beach to yourself. You let the water lap at your toes as you stare out. Finding out mermaids existed made you curious about what else could be out there. What other myths could be true.

“Shrimpy!” You let out a yelp as arms suddenly wrap around your middle and crush you into a tight hug.

“Floyd, don’t scare, (y/n),” another voice comments playfully.

Looking up at Floyd, who still has yet to release you from his hold, a grin bursts from your face. “You guys came back!”

“Of course we did, Shrimpy. I missed ya!” He nuzzles the top of your head as you try to wiggle out of his hold.

Jade chuckles as his brother finally lets you go. “We wanted to come see you sooner, but it was difficult procuring some ingredients. However, we’re glad we made it for summer.”

“Is Azul here?” You don’t see him.

“He had some stuff to wrap up, but he’ll be here in a few hours.” Floyd grabs your arm. “I wanna see the sights!”

Jade gives a mock bow. “We are in your care.” He grasps your other arm.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be your personal tour guide.” Sandwiched between the two, you can only give in. Not that you mind since you did miss them.

“Invite Mackerel and Crabby. We can have a lota fun!” The glint in Floyd’s eyes speaks volumes, but you’re sure Ace and Deuce wouldn’t mind. Hopefully.

Walking along the pier with the two arm-in-arm, you wonder what this summer will bring.

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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So I was wondering if I could request something like Levi x reader where they get into an argument right before a expedition. The reader gets hurt on that expedition and Levi feels guilty. Kinda thinking angst and a bit of fluff at the end c:

I loved writing this sm! thanks for sending it in anon!

Summary: You grapple with Levi before a stressful mission.

Word Count: 2.3K

"Behave yourselves and enjoy this 'cause it cost the corps two months worth of our budget!" The chef announced as plates of meat were uncovered in front of the soldiers. Your mouth watered as you watched Hange slice the thick slabs of meat on the platter.

"Worth every penny." She hummed as she slapped a piece onto her plate. Levi rolled his eyes and looked up at Erwin, who was sat across from him. You elbowed him and shot him a dazzling grin.

"Lighten up cap, it's not often that we get to enjoy this stuff."

"It'll likely be the last for most." Levi grunted and your grin fell from your lips.

"So macabre." Hange snickered as she gnawed on a piece of meat.

"It's the truth." Levi's cold eyes were locked on Erwin who nodded in agreement.

"Well I plan on savoring it." You quipped, popping a piece into your mouth and chewing it dramatically. Levi scoffed and crossed his arms, ignoring his full plate.

"-Sasha! That's my hand!" Jean cried out, you had to cover your mouth in a futile attempt at hiding your amusement. Sasha had her teeth sank into his hand as Connie desperately tried to pry her from Jean.

"Sasha! Don't make me knock you out!" Connie pleaded as he caught her in a choke hold.

"Damn kids." Levi growled, as he glared at the teens from across the room.

"They're having fun! You should try it sometime." Hange kicked Levi under the table and you chuckled around another mouthful of food.

"I'm good." Levi's lip curled in disgust as Sasha was wrestled to the ground, the two boys finally subduing her.

"They're young, let them figure it out themselves." You assured him, gently resting a hand on his elbow. His eyes softened for a fraction of a second at this. Your touch was fleeting before your hand fell onto the bench between the two of you. He sighed loudly, finally grabbing his fork and picking at his potatoes.

The atmosphere was warm and made you feel so...whole. Even if you knew that Levi was right, tonight was likely the last time you and your comrades would dine together. But even if that was the case, you would be grateful for this happy memory. The peace was short lived however. Jean and Eren broke out into a fist fight, a rather pitiful one at that.

Within a few short minutes, the two were a sweaty mess, both huffing and staggering as they held their fists up. Levi got to his feet and stalked towards them, a deep scowl etched on his face.

With only two blows, the pair was on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Levi towered over them.

"Go to bed." He ordered. Jean vomited and Levi's lip curled in disgust.

"And clean that shit up." He added curtly as the dining hall murmured, recovering from the excitement. Sasha whimpered from her post as she struggled against her binds, feet kicking loudly against the wooden floors. As the soldiers filed out of the room, you made your way to her to free her. She sighed in relief as the gag was pulled off her mouth and the ropes slashed.

"Thanks miss." She gushed as she rolled her tense wrists.

"Don't mention it." You smiled as you reached into your pocket and passed her a loaf of bread.

"Did I mention how much I love you?" She grinned as she accepted the food and dove in for a hug.

"Actually, I don't think that you have." You giggled as she began eating the bread behind your shoulder as she hugged you.

"mf, well I sure do!" She exclaimed around a full mouth.

"You'd better go catch up with the others." You suggested with a firm pat on her back. She stood and jogged out of the dining hall, half eaten loaf in hand.

"You're too soft with them." Levi scolded from the doorway. You waved him off as you joined him, walking side by side out of the large room.

"They need it." You assured him, gently brushing your shoulder against his.

"The last thing they need is to be coddled." Levi argued.

"Levi, I think that sometimes you forget that they're fifteen." You paused outside of his office, leaning against the threshold as he unlocked the door.

"I haven't forgotten." He mumbled as he pushed the door open.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, brushing off his especially sour mood.

"Don't you have formation plans to look over?" He asked as you followed him into his office.

"I thought we could go over them together." You shrugged, dropping down onto his couch.

"I'm not looking at them now."

"Then why should I be? Do you think I can't comprehend a simply formation we've used for years?" You were half teasing, but there was only so much crap you could take from him.

"Sometimes it seems that way." He agreed, falling into his desk chair. Your eyes narrowed and the food that had felt so good in your stomach moments before seemed too heavy.

"Why are you extra shitty tonight?" You asked even though you knew the answer. He always got moody the days leading up to missions.

"I think you know why." He looked up from his papers to shoot you a pointed glare.

"You need a nap." You attempted to rein in the easy banter, but Levi was persistent.

"I need you to get the fuck out of my office." His words stung, and you barely caught the hurt expression before it crossed your face.

"I'll see you in the morning." You said as you stalked across the small room and out of the door, closing it softly behind you. Levi groaned once he was sure you wouldn't hear him, his head hit his desk hard as he tried to fight off the migraine that had been creeping up on him since dinner.

As promised, the next morning he saw you. Or rather, he caught glimpses of you as you readied your horse and helped the younger soldiers make last minute preparations. The day ahead was going to be long and taxing. Mostly comprised of traveling out of the safety of the walls. Erwin had allowed for just enough time for the scouts to travel, timing it just so their departure from the gates would be well after sunset.

His morning was shittier than usual, Hange had been annoying, and Erwin had been stubborn as ever, continuing to dismiss his lack of an arm and insisting on joining the corps on the mission. So when you didn't brush up against him and crack one of your shit jokes during the long ride, he knew that he had royally fucked things up.

He still hadn't spoken to you when the lifts hoisted the scouts over the wall and into titan territory, or when the lanterns were the only light that guided them through thick trees.

When the first rays of sunlight fell onto the abandoned city of shiganshina, you stood stoically beside Hange and Moblit. He had missed his window, now it was time to focus on the mission. He could only hope that both himself and you survived.

As the morning wore on and the battle turned from bad to worse, you knew that chances of survival became slimmer. The only thing you could do was trust in Hange, Erwin and Armin to form a plan to defeat the Reiner and the beast titan. The colossal had yet to show his face, making you more uneasy. The small victory of bringing down Reiner was short lived as a barrel flew over the wall and the sounds of distance explosions echoed through the walls.

"Bertolt is in there!" Armin screamed as you watched the barrel fly overhead.

"What do we do!?" Connie cried as you flew through the rooftops.

"If he transforms, there will be nothing we can do!" Armin yelled over the wind. Eren's titan jogged ahead as you made your way towards the center of town.

"We have to do something!" You yelled, desperate for a solution. Luckily he didn't immediately transform, instead rushing to Reiner's side and addressing him first.

"I'm going to regroup with Hange!" You said, as Bertolt zipped towards you.

"Hurry!" Jean yelled after you as you flew away, pouring on the speed.

You reached Hange's team to find them struggling with some dysfunctional thunder spears.

"(Y/n)! I'm glad you made it! Was that Bertolt inside of there?" Moblit asked as you landed heavily on the tiled rooftop.

"Yeah, it's him. We don't have long before he transforms. We've got to get back to the kids!" You informed them and they all leapt off of the rooftop, rushing back in the direction that you had come from. You only made it about half way there before a blinding mushroom cloud and a clap of thunder overpowered your senses. Hange reached out for you, snagging your wrist. Moblit pushed the two of you down and you screamed as the blast took him in a blinding light. You and Hange fell down a well, a mess of limbs and tangled gear. You couldn't tell if it was your blood or hers as the two of you laid motionless in the shallow well.

"Hange!" Your ears rang as you shook her desperately. Her face was covered in blood, you could tell that her eye was missing already. You began clawing through your pockets in search of gauze, the taste of iron made you want to gag. With shaky hands, you wrapped her head, covering her exposed eye socket. She woke moments later, hands shooting out to grab you.

"Your face." She groaned, hand falling to rest on your chin as she slowly sat up.

"What's wrong with-" You froze mid sentence when you realized that was why you tasted blood. She dug into her own pocket and produced a needle and some suture. She sewed the large gash, which ran from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

"We need to check for survivors." Hange grunted as she bit off the remaining suture, you nodded in agreement.

As you stood on the rooftop staring at the two lifeless bodies, you knew immediately who had to be chosen. Hange clutched Mikasa to her chest as the girl cried, tears running off her pale cheeks.

"Levi." You whimpered, his bloodied face turned, eyes wild and tortured.

"Get back, I'm giving the serum to Erwin." He ordered. Floch hauled Eren away from Armin, who's charred skin smoked in the late afternoon sun.

"You can't." You cried, tears stinging the wound on your cheek.

"I will." Levi growled.

"Now leave!" He pulled the syringe out of the case and filled it with the opaque liquid and your chest squeezed painfully.

"But-" Jean's hand closed tightly around your bicep as he began pulling you towards the edge of the roof.

"Let's go." Jean's voice was strangled, and you realized that all of you felt this loss deeply. He needed you to be an adult here, needed some reassurance. So you leaned into him and allowed him to pull you off of the roof, wrapped securely in his arms. As you hugged him and Connie a few rooftops away, the sound of a titan crashing through buildings made you look up. Levi landed near you, head hung low and empty syringe in hand.

The thin beast shoved the screaming boy down its gullet and you gasped when you saw its face. You knew it was Armin, and you felt ashamed at the surge of relief that flowed through you.

The sun beat down on your shoulders as you sat beside Sasha on the wall. Levi and Hange had gone with Mikasa and Eren about an hour ago, leaving you in charge of the remaining kids.

"Here they come!" Connie called, pointing excitedly at the group as they used the last of their gas to scale the wall. Levi didn't bother joining the group, instead favoring to walk in the opposite direction. You rushed after him, legs pumping as you ran across the wall. You snagged his wrist and tugged on it gently.

"Levi." You had no words, only able to form his name in a raspy voice.

"I should have chosen Erwin." He said numbly, too weak to even try pulling free of your grasp.

"It's over. We reclaimed Maria. You made a hard choice, I can't say it was the right one but.." Your words failed you as he turned to face you. You had never seen him look so hopeless, lips glued into a frown and eyes searching for validation.

"You did what had to be done." You assured him as you took a step closer, the tips of your boots touching his.

"Did I?" His brows knitted together as your hand slipped into his.

"Yes. You did, you gave us a chance." You slowly leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. You were surprised when he melted into you, his body pressed close, breath tickling the skin behind your ear. Your hands gripped the harness on his back in an attempt to ground the two of you. He sighed and breathed you in, his own hands coming to rest at the small of your back.

"We'll figure this out." You said into his neck, lips brushing the skin there unintentionally.

"I'm glad....that you survived." He said into your messy hair, which was falling from it's hold. His hand slid from the small of your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

"Me too." You let out a small laugh half sob, allowing a few more tears to slide down your cheeks.

"Let's address those shitty kids." He said as he pulled back, and you nodded, giving him a watery smile as the two of you fell into a matched pace once more.

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lacheri · 3 years

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Okay so... you might not even take requests but I’ll give this a shot anyway bc I love everything you write. I fucked up at work big time today and I feel tremendously anxious and guilty. Which made me think... Levi scenario with gf reader messing up on the field? I know he’d prob be harsh af at first but maybe... some fluff in the end? ): only if you want ofc.

hi nonnie! sorry for taking a few days to write this! but I hope u like it <3 (sorry to hear about your bad day btw ):)

accidents and apologies

pairing: dom!Levi x sub!fem bodied reader

content: canonverse, impact play, mild choking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex/creampie, oral (f receiving), some humiliation/degrading, reader is clumsy and Levi is mean, minors DNI

wc: 3.2k

Fat tears sat in thick clusters on the brim of your lash line, a hiccupping sob racking your body. You were as good as dead, having possibly made the biggest fuck up of your military career thus far. Titans seemed like ants in comparison, the fly that buzzes by your ear that irritates you to no end. Levi’s odm gear sat in pieces on the floor, and somehow this loomed over you like the Colossal titan, maybe even larger.

The polish container sat forgotten on your captain’s desk, the wipe slipping from your trembling hands. Your bottom lip quivered, your lungs filling with air quickly as you slumped to the floor next to the shattered metal. Your off duty position of being Levi’s assistant was practically over, it had barely even begun. You had begged for this job for weeks now, only a few days into being his helping hand, you reflected on how poorly of a job you’d done.

It wasn’t enough you had gotten Levi’s tea wrong this morning, adding sugar to the steaming mug, thinking he’d like a change in taste. He didn’t, immediately spitting the liquid out, cursing you into guilt on the spot. To try to make it up to the ravenette, while he was on his lunch, you sat at his desk and began to organize his paperwork by date of importance. You felt pride as you finished with the three piles of stacks, putting fresh ink in his pot for his quill. However, Levi was horribly furious to see what your regret had manifested into. How were you supposed to know he liked his documents organized by date of assignment, not what was most important?

This was the cherry on top, Levi leaving for dinner, mentioning that his gear did need some polishing. Surely, you wouldn’t fuck this up, he thought as he closed the door to his office behind him. How wrong the man had been though. Within minutes, your fingers became slippery, losing your grip on the cold metal as watched in horror as it clattered to the floor, breaking on impact. It didn’t make much sense, how could it have broken? Wasn’t the gear meant to outlast a titan’s grip? Especially Levi’s trusty gear, you couldn’t fathom how his gear was now laying in pieces on the floor.

You sucked back your sob as you heard the creek of the door, your heart falling straight down to the pit of your stomach. Of course Levi would be back before you recite your apology a thousand times over in your head. You heard the thud of his boots hit the floor as he walked over, seemingly calm.

“Oi, what are you doing on the floor?” he barked out, you could feel his presence looming from behind you.

You turned your head up, his face blurry from the rush of tears in your eyes, “Sir, I am so sorry.”

His grey eyes flickered in front of you, finally taking notice of his broken gear. His lips twitched in a deep frown as he sucked in air through his nostrils harshly.

“Get up, cadet,” Levi spoked venomously, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

You hurried to your feet clumsily, trying your hardest to quell your cries from your throat. You faced him, head downturned, attempting to steady your racing heart rate and the tremors in your bones. Whatever control you thought you had slipped from your grasp the second your captain’s lips parted.

“Never in my life have I met someone as insolent as you,” the harshness of his words kept your eyes on his boots, fresh teardrops rolling down your cheeks. Levi was not going to speak to the crown of your head though, and his hand gripped your chin to force your eyes up, looking directly into his own. “You’re going to look at me while I talk to you, understood?”

You nodded, but this was not what Levi was searching for, “Your words, cadet.”

“Yes, sir,” it came out of your mouth as a squeak.

“You want to explain to me why my odm gear is broken?”

“It slipped,” you hiccupped, violently shaking under his fierce glare. “I couldn’t catch it in time. Captain, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” he bemused darkly in disbelief. “This is the third time today you’ve fucked something up, and you’re just sorry?”

“I don’t know what else to say,” you were on the verge of hyperventilating as you stuttered your words out.

“Well, now you owe me new gear, and you’re going to personally pay for the expense,” Levi’s hand left your face as he backed away from you, sitting down at his desk.

You looked on in confusion, “Sir, I don’t have any money?”

“Then I guess you’re fired,” Levi tilted his head back as if bored now with the conversation. “You’re relieved of your military duties as well. We can’t afford to have someone as brainless as you in the Scouts.”

“Captain, please,” you raised your voice, arms wrapping around yourself to contain your shaking.

Levi’s eyes darkened, leaning forward to press his elbows on his desk as he leaned his head onto his intertwined fists, “Leave my office, now.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had no home to return to, having left it behind long before you joined the Training Corps. This was your life, your purpose, your friends were here. You finally felt like you had a place in the world here in the Scouts.

“I’ll do whatever I have to!” you begged, not moving a muscle. “Whatever I can do to stay!”

“Are you deaf or just an idiot?” Levi pushed onto his feet, striding over to stand right in your face as he spat. “Leave my fucking office, that’s an order!”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt so fucking pathetic but couldn’t stop yourself from one last attempt, “Please, sir. Don’t kick me out, please let me make it up somehow.”

Your brain took a moment to catch up with what had just happened as you were suddenly staring down at the wooden notches of Levi’s desk. He had grabbed your wrists in a fierce swiftness, pushing you face down, his hands now positioned against your spine to keep you in place. His right hand reached around to fumble with your belt, and your heart began to race for other reasons.

“Captain?” you stuttered, feeling him begin to pull off the belts stationed on your thighs.

“You think you can just beg me in that voice, looking like that, and expect me not to lose control?” his voice was thick with anger, but instead of fear, it tickled bouts of arousal in your lower stomach. “Answer me.”

“No?” it came out as a question, you pushed your thighs together as you felt a pulse run through your core as his fingers tickled the exposed skin of your lower stomach. “Sir, I’m confused, what’re doing?”

“Like you have no idea what you do to me,” Levi chuckled without humor. “You begged me to be my assistant even though you knew you weren’t going to be a good one. You think I wouldn’t notice, your little crush on me?”

It was true, so entirely true. Levi had been the object of your affection for such a long time now, taking every opportunity to get as close to the man as possible. If you were being honest with yourself, this fantasy of being bent over his desk was a constant distraction in your mind. He was right, you were shit at cleaning, you were probably the most clumsy person you knew, you really had no qualifications to be Levi’s aide, yet you still asked for the position.

“Then why’d you hire me, Captain?” the bratty words left your lips as it dawned on you, Levi had found you appealing regardless of your lack of qualities.

With a quick motion, your pants and panties were bunched around your knees, Levi’s palm meeting the now exposed skin of your cheek in a caress, “The same reason you’re fucking soaked right now, cadet.”

You stayed in position as Levi brought his other hand to your opposite ass cheek, fingers kneading the fat as he spread you open to his hungry view. He was right, you were dripping. His pointer finger ran down the seam of your ass, laying a soft touch to your hole, watching it flutter in excitement. He couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face, removing his touch entirely.

You whined, pushing your bottom closer to Levi’s hands, desperate for his touch. Your hips were slammed against the edge of his desk, his fingers digging firmly into the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back together. You felt a jarring sting on your backside, yelping in response as you could make out the distinct imprint of each of his fingers.

“You want to show me you’re really sorry?” Levi’s voice was low and raspy as he soothed his palm over the reddened mark he had made. “Tell me after every slap.”

You were able to brace yourself this time as you felt the strike of his hand once more on your opposite cheek, unable to contain your moans at the contact. You squirmed as you felt removal of Levi’s touch leave you, only to bite down on your tongue harshly as he swatted the back of your thighs much harder than he had on your ass.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he spoke ruthlessly as another slap hit your thighs.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, gasping for air from the impact.

“Again,” his hand smacked the fat of your ass again, his other hand smoothing over the harsh red blotches against your thighs in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“‘M sorry!” you were whining, knuckles white from gripping the opposite edge of the desk as you arched your ass up into his hold. Part of you was genuinely shocked over how much you were enjoying this, thoroughly aroused mentally and physically.

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front him. The handprints scattered across your lower half had his cock springing to life, hard and painfully erect. His hands traveled down to your pussy lips, using his thumbs to spread you open. Your hole was drooling, Levi let out a deep groan at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to have a taste.

You let out a sputtered moan as you felt the tip of your captain’s tongue lick a stripe from your hole to your clit. You pushed your hips further into his touch, thankful he resisted in shoving you back into the edge of the desk this time. His fingers held you open and apart, his taste buds rolling circles into your clit before returning back to your flitting opening, shoving his tongue in your walls. You could feel it fold in half, almost in a cupping motion as he bobbed his head, lapping as much as he could.

“Oh my God,” you whined, thrusting a hand behind you to grasp at his hair. His palms circled to the fronts of your thighs, digging his fingers into the fat as he pulled you somehow closer as he buried his face further into your dripping heat.

You were seeing stars, in between the mix of the pain and pleasure, your brain was completely empty. Levi’s right hand left your left thigh for a moment, coming back with a softer slap, inching his fingers to your center. His pointer finger swirled your clit relentlessly, and your breathing hitched as you were brought to even higher heights than before. His thumb joined not long after, pinching and pulling at your bud as you yelped.

You could feel the beginnings of your impending orgasm as Levi twisted and lapped your walls. The burning churn in your lower stomach became almost unbearable as Levi’s fingers worked faster at your bundle of nerves, full of purpose and intentions. Levi could feel the sudden change, your pussy clenching tighter and tight around his wet muscle. Your arousal was thicker, almost muskier as he inhaled through his nose, and Levi could swear he could drink from your core as if you were the finest of wines.

At the first blinding rush of pleasure, your body preparing itself for the intense promise of release, the ravenette removed all touch. You were gasping for air, your entire body’s nerves tingling uncomfortably. You were aching, desperate for anything.

“Look at you,” the return of Levi’s palm slapping your ass was welcomed with a smile on your face, thankful for any form of touch. “Falling apart that easy?”

You mumbled out a 'sorry', remembering his earlier warning. Apparently this was the word Levi was searching for, spinning you around and attaching his grip to your hips, slamming your sore ass on his desk, shoving his paperwork to the floor. Your eyes widened dramatically, seeing Levi’s cock fully exposed out of the zipper of his trousers. He was thick, his tip red and angry as he moved his fist over his length, a quiet groan leaving his parted lips as he relieved some of his own pent up arousal.

“Open,” he demanded, removing his hand from his dick, extending his palm to your pouty lips. You complied, letting your mouth loll open as Levi’s fingers pressed against your tongue, rolling them around to coat his digits.

He pulled them out with a pop from your lips, returning his now dripping hand to his erection, covering the entire member in your saliva. He gripped the backs of your knees after he deemed himself properly lubed up, dragging you right to edge as he positioned himself.

His grey eyes flickered up, fiery and full of lust, his voice hoarse, “You ready?”

“Yes,” you mewled, your fingers wrapping around the edge of the wood to steady yourself.

Without a moment of hesitation, Levi held your legs up as he slid his fat tip along the slick of your folds. It was so wet, so sloppy, you couldn’t contain the whimper leaving your lips as he pressed into your sopping hole. You could’ve sworn you felt your soul attempt to leave your body as he slid in, resting his tip right against your sweet spot once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the mind blowing pleasure. He hadn’t completed a full thrust before you were begging for more.

“Please, please, more,” you managed out in between gasps, Levi rolling his hips backwards.

“You want more?” he chided, ramming himself so hard, the two of you bounced from the impact. You nodded, unable to voice a single word, drool threatening to escape your lips. His fist left the comfort of your bent knees, coming up to squish your cheeks together, a dribble of spit glistening against your pout, “You’ll answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”

“Yes! More!” you strangled out, muffled from his grip on your face. He let go, placing a very soft pat to your cheekbone, almost as a reward.

“Atta’ girl,” Levi’s gaze turned dark as his eyes traveled from your eyes to the column of your neck. How pretty would you look with his fist wrapped around your throat?

The thought was threateningly persuasive as Levi found himself doing just that, squeezing the sides of your neck as he began to piston his cock between your folds. The sounds of slapping skin and your pussy squelching had you panting loudly, Levi’s fingers pressing harder into the sides of your throat. It felt so good, good wasn’t even the word to describe it. In fact, there weren’t any words in your brain at all, too consumed by the visuals of the ravenette plowing hard into you.

His hand left your throat upon seeing your eyes begin to flutter, his concern for your ability to breathe over taking his lust. Instead, he circled both his arms under your back, bringing you up into a folder position against his chest. He placed open mouth kisses along the curve of your shoulder, licking and sucking at any skin he could reach. Your ankles hooked around his waist, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from slipping a hand to your aching clit.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded into Levi’s neck as your middle finger rubbed hard at your clit, your thick slick coating the pad. You got curious, letting your hand trail further down, exploring the motion of his cock pummeling into you.

“Put your hands on my back, and maybe I will,” he growled out, displeased that he wasn’t the one bringing you total and complete pleasure.

You followed his orders with speed, his head navigated out of the crook of your neck, capturing your lips with a hasty passion. He tasted sweetly sour, the lingerings of your essence resting in the crevices of his lips, but still, you couldn’t get enough of his kiss. When his hand finally left the middle of your spine, and began to travel down to your center, you could feel the bubbles of climax igniting back in your stomach.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved at lightning speed against your nerves, timed nearly perfectly with the pattern of his thunderous thrusts. The desk was squeaking loudly against the floor as he continued to pound into animalistically, moving it slightly with every move.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, gonna’ cum,” you swallowed his words as he somehow sped up his movements, driving you straight to your climax.

You couldn’t even warn him, you barely had time to realize you were cumming yourself. It almost hurt how tightly you had clenched his cock as the pleasure nearly blinded you, unable to hold back swears and moans. Levi kissed you harder, and upon feeling your contractions swallowing him whole, your plush walls pulling his tip right up against your cervix, his hips staggered and his knees buckled.

Levi’s brain went blank as his orgasm was ripped from him, “Fuck, fuck!”

Levi should’ve felt embarrassed at the noises that left his mouth, whimpers and soft moans exiting his throat as he came hard. It was almost too much, the feeling of your wet heat wrapping around his most intimate part, the closeness of your bodies, although still fairly clothed, had his heart hammering in his ears.

When you came down from your highs, all you could was stare at each other in astonishment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, fluttering his eyelashes shut as he kissed you gently. You let out a sleepy giggle, your body entirely spent. His hand finally left the sensitive skin of your clit, wrapping your fingers around the back of your head as his kiss deepened.

When he finally slid his softened length out of the depths of your pussy, you were hissing at the fluttering of soreness intruding your pelvis. Levi shot you an apologetic look, kissing your forehead.

“Does this mean I can still be your assistant?” you mumbled, a small smile on your face as Levi reached down to pull his pants up.

His head tilted back as an uncharacteristic laugh bubbled out, flashing you a mischievous smile, “Get yourself cleaned up, and meet me back in my office. I still don’t believe you’re actually sorry.”

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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How about a hanji x short reader. Where they cuddle and the reader falls asleep in hanjis arms

Note: I was actually writing a story and decided to mix it with your request. I was feeling very depressed when I started this story and writing it genuinely helped me feel better so I really hope you like it, anon. <3

Comforting Embrace

Summary: Everybody finds comfort in different places. For you, it's in Hanji's arms.

AO3 Version! | Wattpad Version!

A silence fills your room as you lay in your bed. A tight feeling in your chest, almost as if someone has been holding your heart in their hands, squeezing it tightly and avoiding blood circulation.

Your vision is being clouded by the tears forcing their way out of your eyes, softly sliding through red cheeks and an already wet neck until they fall on your shirt, contrasting against the deep grey cloth.

Not a sound leaves your body but the bed shakes in response to the hiccups escaping your throat. You wrap your hand around the collar of the shirt, pulling it tightly as you desperately try to catch your breath but failing miserably.

A few knocks on the door pull your mind away. Placing a hand above your mouth, you make extra effort to stay silent, even if all you want to do is scream at the world and break things. The gentle voice coming from the other side startles you, for you were not expecting her to come over.

“Y/N?” She asks, quietly. You feel as if a dam has broken in your eyes once water comes pouring out yet again. Taking your free hand towards your face, you place it above the other, shutting your eyes tightly in the hopes she would go away, but no such thing occurred.

A creek coming from the door announces her presence, quickly followed by a small amount of light filling your previously dark room. Footsteps make their way closer to you and you can feel a pit forming in your stomach, a mixture of fear and anxiety.

Her hand touches the blanket, slowly pulling it down and allowing the cold wind to touch your warm face. Your eyes remain shut while you feel the weight of her body touching the bed, your body shifting slightly to accommodate the figure sitting beside you.

“What happened?” Hanji asks softly, placing her lantern on the bedside table. Once you open your eyes, you notice the shadow of her hand floating in front of your face, her soft yet cold fingers brush against your skin, drying the tears that still run down.

You try to speak but no sound comes out, only a pained breath exhaling your lungs. You shake your head, lightly slapping her hand trying to get her away but that only motivates her to come closer.

Her arm wraps around your torso, head laying on your stomach while pressing the blanket against your skin. She can clearly hear the sounds coming from within you, closely followed by the sound of your hiccups. Hanji doesn’t say anything, patiently waiting for you to feel ready to share your feelings but, at the same time, making sure you know she’s right by your side.

In a quiet voice, you find the courage to start talking, “I was assigned cleaning duty today.”

You feel her head nodding on top of your stomach, her eyes never leaving your face in a caring way, showing you how interested she is in your words.

“I thought you loved cleaning duty.” She says, gently placing her hand on your hair, playing with the strands that fall on your face. You reach for a tissue before nodding your head.

“And I do.” You reply, blowing your nose while a few more tears run down your face. Quickly, she brings her body up and reaches for your shoulders, an attempt to get you to sit and press your back against the cold wall. You oblige to her silent request and place a pillow behind you.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” Hanji reaches for your hand, cold fingers touching your warm ones, her eyes filled with concern as the flames of the lantern dance with the wind, shining behind her while the shadow covers her face.

“I was so cold my hands started shaking and I dropped the bucket of dirty water on the freshly clean floor.” Hiccups interrupt the words as you avert your eyes, but only a couple of seconds pass before her free hand finds its way up to your chin.

Lightly, she uses her thumb and index finger to change your focus to her, a compassionate smile on her face. Without saying anything, you can tell she’s waiting for you to continue sharing what happened. “Captain Levi screamed at me like I’ve never seen before.”

“Red face and all?” She asks.

“Red face and all.” You repeat her words affirmatively. “I panicked and couldn’t respond.”

Your voice is barely audible and you notice a sad expression taking over her features. She shifts her fingers from your chin to your cheek, her caring eyes never leaving you and the butterflies in your stomach suddenly awaken.

In a second, you wrap your arms around her body and rest your head on her chest. The sound of Hanji’s heartbeat has always been the most calming sound in moments like this, your heart always getting in sync while her hands gently brush through your hair.

For an instant, you could feel a simple smile curling up on your lips and, as quickly as it came, it disappeared. A sigh escapes the brunette’s lips as yet another tear leaves your eye, landing on the strap of her bra.

“I’ll kill him.” She whispers, fingers never once stop travelling through your hair. “I will absolutely murder his scrawny little short ass self.”

Not being able to hold it in, a burst of laughter resonates from your body, filling the once dark and empty room. The atmosphere feels lighter as you now wipe away tears of amusement, but suddenly you come to a realization, “Wait… who are you calling short?”

She looks into your eyes for a second, confusion taking over her features as she opens her mouth multiple times, trying to comprehend what you are talking about, “Levi?” and as soon as his name leaves her mouth, she bursts out laughing while a pout takes over your face.

“You just realized we are the same height, didn’t you?” You ask, a long sigh leaving your lungs as she falls off the bed, her body slamming against the hard floor, closely followed by an extremely loud bang. Rolling around as she clutches to her stomach, you prop your back against the wall once again, resting your weight on the half-bent pillow.

“YOU TWO ARE THE EXACT SAME HEIGHT!” She yells, bursting out laughing yet again. You try to keep a straight face but the sounds she is making fills your heart with an immense surge of love and joy.

A smile curling on your lips while Hanji’s eyes meet yours, the light coming from her lantern contrasts with the brown orbs that stare at you. They emanate the warmth of the sun and, at the same time, it reminds you of the earth beneath your feet, so full of life.

Shifting your body, you place your left hand on the edge of the mattress, prompting your body up to look down at her, your eyes never leaving hers.

Laughter dies in her throat once she feels your now cold fingers touching her skin, a shiver traveling through her body as she nuzzles her face against your digits. Slowly, you place them on her chin, quietly moving her face closer to yours.

Your shaking breath comes close to her, hitting her face gently. In seconds, you close the distance between the two of you, Hanji’s lips touching yours in a manner you’ve grown used to, she always causes the butterflies in your stomach to travel further into your body.

As her tongue softly touches yours, the hairs on the back of your head stand up and your heart decides to skip a beat. Gently, she bites your lower lip, pulling it towards her and, in a second, letting it go but not giving you enough time to miss her.

Hanji’s hand rests on the edge of the bed while your palm transfers your body heat to her. Her nose bumps against yours as she shifts her head and you can’t help but allow a simple giggle to escape. Opening your eyes for a second, you notice a light shade of red taking over her cheeks.

A full-blown smile now takes over your features as she continues to plant gentle kisses along your teeth and chapped lips. After a few seconds, she pulls away, leaving behind a painful void but both of you need a second to catch your breath.

“Lay with me.” You say as you look into her deep brown eyes, not a question or an order, but simply a pledge. Flashing you a smile of her own, she stands up, signaling with your hands for you to move closer to the wall, which you happily and quickly oblige.

While putting your pillow down in its original position, you turn to face the wooden surface on the side of your bed as you feel Hanji’s body pressing against yours, hips touching her groin as you destroy any inch of distance between you. Her hand wraps around your waist with care as she nuzzles her face in your neck..

“I love the way you smell.” She whispers against your scalp. You giggle quietly, brushing your fingers alongside her arm, feeling the texture of the usually invisible hair that rests on her skin.

“What do I smell like?” You ask, the volume of your voice matching hers.

“Home.” Is all Hanji says, and that is all you needed to hear.

Paying close attention to her breathing, you feel your eyelids getting heavier. The wind outside rushes through the trees and enters your window, blowing out the candle that once illuminated your room.

“Thank you for helping me calm down.” is the last thing to leave your lips before the room falls completely silent again. Hanji’s grip on you tightens for a second, a signal that she is quietly saying “you’re welcome”, all the air leaves your lungs as you giggle one final time.

A wave of calmness washes over you as you shift your legs around gently, pulling the blanket over yours and Hanji’s bodies while focusing on the contrast of the cold fabric against your warm skin. The figure behind you lets out a satisfied sigh before adjusting her hips.

Gasping slightly, you take your right hand towards her head, lacing your fingers with her brown locks and carefully detangling them, with barely any success. You can feel her breath touching your bare neck, the smell of her skin surrounding you and you can tell everything will be ok.

Her legs are a few inches longer than yours, to the point where your feet rest close to her ankles. She has never said anything, but you know it amuses her to think about jokes revolving your height, even if they never make their way out of her mind.

A smirk on your lips, you decide to focus on the feeling of Hanji’s body on yours as you succumb to a well-deserved, deep sleep in the arms of the one you love. Any desire to move has left you and all you can do is enjoy her presence.

Tomorrow will be a better day, just by waking up next to her, but especially because you will help her get revenge on Captain Levi for making you cry. She always finds the most caring and hilarious ways to defend you.

And that is what you love most about her.

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random-imagines-blog · 3 years

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Love Peas {Hiram Lodge x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1894 Summary: Hiram comes home after a very rough night. Notes: Mentions of death

Shifting under the covers, you heard a noise coming from downstairs. The house was usually quiet save for the murmur of the appliances and electronics, a sound that you had gotten used to over the months of living here with your boyfriend, Hiram. So each and every footstep on the ground sounded like a racket. You laid still, expecting the security system to trigger, saying that there was an intruder, but it did no such thing. The power was still on, you could hear the hum still, that little electrical buzz that was your constant background noise. So that meant whoever was in your house had the keycode. Hiram.

There was even more clamor from downstairs. A groaning sound. Now you knew for sure it was Hiram. You’ve heard him, unfortunately, be in pain on more than one occasion through your relationship. It was the price that he paid for being in the ‘business’ that he was.

You swept the blankets off of you, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. You pulled your robe closed over your pajamas as you made your way quickly to the door, through the hallway, and then started down the stairs to see what the damage was this time. You were always terrified that he was going to come home covered in blood, battered beyond repair. That you were going to hold him and hear nothing but the death rattle right before he would be gone. It was a scene that ran through your nightmares. A scene that if it were in front of you, you were ill-prepared to deal with.

There was nothing lazy, or just-woken up about your movements. Foot descending after foot on the runner of the stairs, keeping the chilliness of the hard floors at bay. Through the moonlight coming in through the windows, you were able to see a form just slipping out of the foyer, making it’s way to the kitchens. “Hiram?" You asked, reaching the bottom of the staircase and turning to follow. He was hurt, though there was no blood on the floor. There wasn’t a trail leading after him. But by the way that his leg was sliding behind him, it looked like it was broken at the very least. You flicked the switch and the kitchen came to life with bright lights, revealing everything. Under those florescent s, there was no room to hide.

Though Hiram was trying pretty hard to hide.

He sat down on the floor, head leaning back against the wooden cabinets. He was bruised, but that was an understatement. He was severely bruised. Black eye. Split lip. His usually perfect hair was tousled in a not-unattractive way but the very fact that he hadn’t immediately took a come to it scared you a little. If that was the state of his face, you were very concerned about the rest of him. You got down on your knees next to him, ignoring the discomfort, nervous to even touch him. He looked like he would break if he did.

“I can explain...” Hiram started off by saying, but then realized that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this one. He’d look up into your face, and then would immediately try to cut off the eye contact, looking down at the ground instead.

“I think this is going a bit beyond the first aid box’s capabilities,” You winced upon seeing the other side of his face. Oh lord, even that eye was starting to swell up. He was close to being a human bruise at this point. That poor, gorgeous face of his. “Maybe we should get you to a hospital. Is anything broken? How did you get home?”

“Cab,” Hiram admitted, ignoring your first question. “The driver was - taking care of things while I left.”

“Christ, Hiram,” You groaned. You got up to your feet, dashing towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit that was in there. The amount of times that you had to replace this thing. The pharmacy probably thought that you were in an abusive relationship. You came back to see that he hardly moved, other than to wipe a bit of blood that was coming from the deep cut in his bottom lip. You sat back down beside him, opened up the first aid kit, tore into a package that contained an alcohol wipe and started to blot.

“Do we got any ice packs?” Hiram moaned. You stood up to go and check, looking through the contents of the freezer. You rummaged past the frozen vegetables, frozen pizzas, bottles of alcohol to find that - no, there were no ice packs in the freezer.

“Have to do with some vegetables,” You said, grabbing a bag of frozen peas. You held it up to his face, pressing it as tenderly as you could against the rougher looking eye. He hissed, and brought his hand up to grab it, only to show you how damaged that looked too. Bloody knuckles were the least of his worries. “We’re going to have to get that looked at,” You said, pointing towards his hand.

“It’s fine,” He muttered, letting it rest on the bag, which was resting on his face. It looked like it hurt. You didn’t know how he wasn’t crying out for a hospital. You would be if you sustained even half of those injuries.

“As much as we love peas in this house, I don’t think they’re going to be granting you any miracles,” You said, and went back to dabbing with the alcohol wipe. “Your lip is going to need stitches. The cuts too big. It won’t heal right.” “So call my Doctor,” Hiram growled, grumpily. By instinct, you slapped the top of his thigh, making him gasp out in pain and drop the frozen bag onto the ground. It broke open, the little green vegetables scattering across the tiled floor.

“I don’t care how hurt you are, you don’t talk to me like that,” You said, shaking your finger in his face. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t know how many more of these you can take before you have some serious internal injuries. Even Houdini died from a punch to the stomach, and you’re not nearly as good at escaping trouble as he is.”

“Mi amor, comparing me to a dead man,” Hiram groaned, pushing peas off of his lap. You got up again, your legs getting a work out from all of the squats that you were doing tonight, and grabbed another bag of frozen peas. It was weird that there were so many, but even rich people buy stuff that’s on sale sometimes. It’s how you stayed rich.

“You keep this up and you will be a dead man,” You quipped, putting the fresh bag on his face, holding it this time instead of letting him do it. “At least let me look at you, please?”

He finally gave a nod, and you slowly lifted his shirt to see all of the markings and bruises that were on his abdomen. His torso looked like a Jackson Pollock painting with the different shades of colors everywhere. You winced, bringing the shirt back down. You really hated seeing him look like this. You’ve been pleading with him to retire since the last time that he had received a beating like this. Or at the very least, hire someone younger to take his place in these fights. He was getting too old for this. “You should see the other guys,” He quipped.

“I don’t doubt it. And what were they - half your age?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, moving the bag from one eye to the other. “Hiram, my love, don’t you think it’s about time that you think about retiring? We can move away from Riverdale. We can get a spot on the beach somewhere, where it never snows. Where it’s never warm. Where the only damage you have to worry about is getting too much sun. Getting burned. But I’ll take care of you and always put sunscreen on you. Aloe vera if you do end up getting burned. Just - think about it, okay? For me?”

“I can’t give up my business like that,” Hiram shook his head, not even considering the possibility. You sighed. You knew that was going to be his answer. You hadn’t been expecting anything else. And yet you were still disappointed. As per usual. “I cannot be seen as weak or everything that I’ve done so far will have been for nothing. All of that work. I can’t pull out yet.”

“Of course you can’t,” You sighed. “At the very least, can you plan on it in the future? I don’t want to be putting this bag on your eyes when you’re well into your seventies.”

“Do you think we’ll still love peas then, mi amor?” He asked, breaking into a smile despite what must be a lot of pain, especially in his lip area.

“I think the better question is will I still love you them,” You teased. pressing a kiss onto one of the few parts of his face that wasn’t mottled with bruises. “But yes, to both. These are lovepeas, don’t you know. Rumor says that if you put them on the black eye of the person that you love, you’ll be together until the ends of the Earth. Or until there are no more peas. But given how the bees are dying out, that might not even be until the ends of the earth.”

“And your creativity is why I love you, and why I always come home,” Hiram said, taking your wrists around his hands. You smiled gently, loving that he cared about the weird side of you. Not just the well made-up person who was always by his side at work events. He always had a way of making you feel like you were someone special. Someone worth adoring.

Now if only you could actually get him out of the criminal business and move somewhere like Mexico where you can lie on the beach together.

“Do you love me enough to let me leave for a moment to call the Doctor? I am worried about this lip of yours. I need it stitched up and better so I can kiss you again.”

“Yes, I suppose I love you that much.” His thumbs would rub at the underside of your wrists for a moment, and then he would gently release you so you could get up and walk back to the bedroom where your cellphone was waiting. Even leaving him that long seemed like an eternity. You called the doctor while you were on your way back down the stairs, hanging up as you entered the kitchen, just in time to see Hiram picking one of the frozen peas off of the ground and popping it into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” You asked, going for the broom and dustpan to finally clean that mess up.

“Oh, I thought these were the feel-better peas. You eat a couple and then you feel all better until the end of time?” He’d ask, showing his very rare funny side. You laughed and shook your head.

“Let me clean these up then I’ll get you to your chair. The doctor is on his way.”

#Hiram Lodge #Hiram Lodge x reader #Hiram Lodge oneshot #Riverdale #Riverdale oneshot #oneshot #one shot #request #hiraml #x reader

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flocholate-chip · 3 years

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imagine comforting floch after he has a nightmare n petting his hair while he clings onto you im going to be ill i love him sm

Omfg literally imagine though. It’s late and the window is slightly cracked and the room is chilly, and you have the blanket pulled up over your shoulder on the verge of sleep. The door startled you when you hear a soft bang, and then you realize somebody is knocking on the wood. They sound so hesitant and unsure. You’ve been at the yeagarist base as a ‘prisoner’ for about a week now. I put parentheses on prisoner because you aren’t even sure if you can consider yourself one. You’re given almost full reign of the base, simply because for reasons you can’t understand, the devoted charismatic ginger is so so desperate that you see his point and join his side. He could care less if the others agree with them, he’ll mow them down, and yet for some reason it’s so important to him that you agree with him. You don’t get it, but what can you really do?

And then you find yourself laying there questioning which buttfuck yeagarist is knocking on your door so late. It surely isn’t an emergency. There would be more shouting outside, or the knocks would be more urgent at least. The knocks seem so light the person might as well not even be trying to wake you up, which defeated the whole purpose of wrapping their knuckles on the wooden door in the first place.

None the less you find yourself getting up, pulling on your robe as you adjust the silk of the outfit you’re wearing. (Depending on your gender preference that could be a nightgown or maybe you’re just a really classy homie rocking a silk button down. You know? Feel yourself.)

You don’t even bother tying the thick fluffy robe completely around your waist, as you don’t feel you have time. By the time your bare feet had hit the floor to make their way to your door the knocking had already slowed. And by the time you were at the door, adjusting the silk of your sleepwear to make sure you were presentable, the knocking had completely stoppped.

Your hand brushes against the cold metal of the handle, tainted by the chilled air, and you shiver slightly before pushing down on it and pulling open the door to the sight of....

Nothing....

You stare for a moment in shock and confusion at the empty doorway, blinking a couple of times before clearing your throat, muttering a soft

“What the fuck...?” Under your breath as you barely stepped out into the hallway, looking down both ways. If you saw no one... you were going to assume you were being fucked with, or this place was haunted as fuck.

You looked left and the hallway was empty... so you looked right,

Just in time to catch a sliver of ginger hair attempting to quickly disappear around the corner.

So you stepped out just a little further into the hall, squinting slightly in the dark before stepping out after the person. You just needed to get close enough to see who was fucking with you and then-

Your hand hit their shoulder, whipping them around quickly, which they didn’t seem to like, as they quickly flinched away. You weren’t sure how you’d moved fast enough to catch up with them already but, god speed you know?

None the less, when you saw the face of the person standing before you, you were left momentarily shocked, trying to piece together what the fuck was happening.

“Forster???”

He grimaced and looked away. You stood there for a moment, mouth opening and closing confusedly like a fish out of water. You caught your breath then, and took in a gasp of air, preparing to use it to go off on him and ask him why he was playing such a cheap prank as ding dong ditching. Didn’t he have better things to do???

But then- you stopped yourself, one finger pointed out in front of your face and mouth hanging open as if you were about to begin to make a statement but... you couldn’t. You were caught off guard by something else.

Maybe you had just connected that he flinched when you first touched him. Or maybe you were finally questioning why his cheeks were so red. His eyes were puffy.... nose just as red as his flushed cheeks. He was biting his lower lip slightly, brows furrowed. Both of his fists were clenched at his sides tightly. His ken doll cut of ginger hair was... messy. It was parted at an odd direction to the left, part of it sticking up at an odd angle as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

The closer you looked... come to think of it. His green military jacket looked hastily thrown on.... the uniform underneath softer than usual.... sleep where? Were his shoulders shaking???

Your hand dropped slowly back to your side as you watched his face. He refused to seem to want to meet your gaze. So, for a moment you both just stood there in silence before you finally softly muttered,

“Floch??” You tried to be careful with your tone. You weren’t sure what state the self appointed captain was in.

He took in a deep breath, and then suddenly blurred out.

“So do you hate me? Or what??”

You stared in absolute awe for a second as you tried to process the word vomit that had just been thrown at you. Finally, squinting slightly in confusion you murmured,

“What? No- i don’t hate you floch... what are you doing though it’s late? Surely you’re not outside my door at three in the morning to ask me if i am fond of you or not.”

“So you don’t hate me?” He dodged your question.

“Why won’t you listen to me then? Nothing is working out right now- these battles are going to shit and it seems like we’re loosing and-“

You’d never seen him like this.

“These people are relying on me!” He continued,

“They’re relying on me to be eren’s voice! And I’m only trying to do what’s right for the sake of Eldia and i really can’t keep fighting this hard without-“

“Floch- what the hell are you-“

“I need you!” He spat.

“All you do is deny me but i need you, don’t you get that?”

You found yourself silent again, standing there staring at the ginger in shock, you had no idea how to process what you were hearing.

“I need you like you were there for me four years ago....” he whispered. And finally he made eye contact with you, and you noticed the fresh glaze of liquid on his lower lids. The way it made his golden brown eyes glisten in the moonlight coming from the small hall window. His lip was trembling, his voice cracked.

“I lost everyone... y/n.... and you were the ONLY one that was there for me? Why- i don’t know, you had so many other things to do and you chose to stick by me.... i need you like that again.... please... tell me you’ll stand by me again.”

“Floch...” you were quiet for a moment, trying to find your words, and then you spoke.

“You’re one of my closest comrades-“ at the word ‘comrade’ you watched the light leave his eyes a little bit, and you stumbled to reword your sentence, not quite sure where you went wrong.

“You know I’ll always stand by you- even if i don’t support what you-“

“I need you more than i needed you then-“ he interrupted you.

“I wanted you more then... but.... i need you more now.”

“Floch- what in the world are you talking ab-“ you could barely get a word in with the ginger being as worked up as he was.

“I need you more now! I need you in a different way!”

“Floch!” You whisper hissed, reaching out and slapping a hand over his mouth. He let out a muffled shout, which you aggressively shushed.

“What has gotten into you, do you want to wake up everyone in this base?!?” You hissed. He was quiet for a moment, glancing back and forth from your hand to your eyes. You cleared your throat and then in a calmer tone, very gently whispered.

“I don’t know what you mean by a different way, Floch i need you to really explain to me what you need from me because i can’t help you if you don’t explain to me what the fuck is running through that muddled little mind of yours....”

“Y/n....” he whimpered slightly, looking desperate if not almost hopeless.

“You’ve been my only real friend for years.... always sticking around me and staying with me when things were at their worst. Defending me.... caring for me... you’d have to understand where i get off wanting more out of this relationship.”

“I mean... maybe?” You muttered.

“But- I’m not sure I’m following. You’re ranting frantically and By the walls you’re shaking like a leaf.... why don’t we get you some tea and then you can explain to me what-“

You were cut off by something warm pressed against your lips, and you fought for a moment before realizing it was the ginger’s desperate... and awkward attempt at kissing you. It wasn’t... the best kiss you’d ever had in regards to technique but... something about it still set your body on fire. Within seconds, without even thinking you’d thrown your arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer. His whole body shuttered at your welcoming invite his romantic advance and he tilted his head slightly to deepen the sloppy kiss. He was simply desperate to feel you on his skin. You weren’t pushing him off... after weeks of your avoidant behavior you weren’t pushing him off. You weren’t telling him to get the fuck away from you. He felt his knees buckle slightly, but he didn’t think it was that big of a deal until you’d gasped. He only then realized his lips weren’t on yours anymore, and he was leaned into you awkwardly, topped over on his knees in front of you.

“Floch....” you muttered softly, slipping a hand around to gently support him before he fell completely over.

“Woah woah.... you never explained why you’d been crying. What’s going on... are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, tiredly resting his head against your stomach as he tried to grab his bearings again, grunting out in embarrassment,

“Sorry i just.... i.... i had a nightmare is all... it’s not that big of a deal... listen... um.”

With this new found fuck up he was having to face, he was quickly considering the option of just retreating and not having to face the fact that he just kissed you and collapsed.

“Maybe i should just go back to my room and we can talk about this tomorrow over tea? I-“

“Floch.... no.” You sighed quietly, slipping a hand gently around his torso.

“Come on.... come sleep in my bed.... it’s okay.”

He was still for a moment, contemplating, before nodding.

Your room was still cool, but he found comfort in the chilly air even after he took off his jacket, exposing his arms to the cold. Sliding into the bed against your warm body seemed to ease every ounce of cold in the room, and he welcomed the offer to gently nuzzle his face into your plush chest, soothed by the sound of your heart beat.

“So this is why you’ve been so intent on keeping me around, huh?” You joked softly as you gently brought a hand up to card through his hair.

“Because you love me?”

Your smile dropped from smug to adoring, however, when he softly responded with only a sleepy,

“Mhm.... i... love you.” Into your chest, muffled by your skin. Gently, you curled yourself around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you wrapped your leg around his torso to pull him closer.

“I love you too flochy....” you whispered softly as you carded your fingers through the ginger’s soft locks, stopping to gently toy with his adorable bangs.

“Get some sleep...” you sighed as you shut your eyes, feeling him hug you tighter.

“And you’ll still be here when i wake up?” He questioned hesitantly, to which you softly replied,

“Promise....”

And when sunrise came, you were, face still buried in his hair, breathing softly. He needed you more than you expected, but you still had no problem coming in clutch. After all, it wasn’t always easy to love him, but for him it was worth it.

((WHY DOES IT ALWAYS BECOME A WHOLE FIC. WHY CAN’T I RESPOND TO ASKS NORMALLY.))

#attack on titan #aot #floch forster #floch x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk #floch #aot season 4 #floch aot #aot floch #armin arlert

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americxn · 3 years

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Run - part 2

warnings: violence word count: 2300 a/n: as requested. btw you’re all so sweet, can you hear me crying??

Kai’s grip around the back of your neck was unforgiving as he hauled you out of the car, the grit of his driveway biting into your knees as you lost your footing and fell. Hissing in discomfort, you let him pull you up, both of you wordless as you let yourself be dragged up the front steps of Kai’s house. The door was kicked open by Kai and you were shoved over the threshold, somehow managing to stay upright. You could make out quiet voices in the living room to your right, voices that fell silent as Kai slammed you to the hard wooden floor, landing a harsh kick to your ribs that left you gasping on the ground. And then you were being dragged again, Kai’s grip unrelenting as it tangled in your hair once more and you were pulled into the living room. When he let go, helping you to the floor with a shove, you were able to lift your head, meeting the cold stares of the cult members as they leered down at you, all of their faces painted with distaste. Your hands began to shake, knowing full well that the jealously and anger of the other members might well be allowed to turn physical at Kai’s order. Kai seemed to realise this too and he smirked, stepping forwards so that his scuffed shoes were mere inches away from your face. You didn’t dare move, your laboured breathing filling the silence of the room. “Let me have a turn, Divine Ruler.” One of the men to Kai’s right spoke gruffly. It was silent for a moment before the sound of skin on skin impact thudded through the room. You grimaced, looking up slowly to see the member on the floor, cradling the side of his face and Kai sneering down at him, shaking out him knuckles. “None of you get to touch her.” He hissed. “I just want you to get a good look at her and keep it in mind to compare how she looks in a few days time. To remind you,” your shoulders shook violently as he raised his voice, “what happens when you scheme against me.” Footsteps sounded down the hall at the commotion, Beverly appearing moments later in the doorway. Her eyes landed on your cowering figure on the floor, filling with desolation before quickly becoming vacant. Her face went slack, her expression becoming as uncaring as the men crowded around you. You knew she had to be careful to mask her emotions, otherwise she risked revealing that she had been the one to warn you of Kai’s pursuit of you. But the possibility that she hated you as much as everyone else in the room still stung as it cut deep. You watched in silence as Beverly’s eyes drifted across the space, slightly to the left as you followed her gaze, every thought eddying from your pain-clouded mind as your stare settled on one of the cult members. Liam. Satisfaction filled your head as you regarded him coldly, glad to find that he looked just as terrified as you felt. A little smile formed on your lips. And then your body snapped into motion, moving before you had a chance to process your thoughts. You were on your feet in less than a second and upon the boy in two, the crowd parting with a cacophony as gasps as you lunged at the boy, knocking him to the floor and clawing his face, leaving deep marks in his skin with your nails. Blood spilled instantly, dripping down his pale face in stark contrast. The others scattered and started shouting but none of the moved, too scared to interfere as you yelled in Liam’s face, managing to land a few hard punches on his face. “You lying prick,” you screamed at him as his arms rose in a weak attempt to protect himself. You felt a strong pair of arms loop around your waist and you were pulled off Liam. To your utmost gratification, his face was bloody. You bucked in Kai’s grip as he pulled you away from the trembling boy who was being helped to his feet by two other members. “Let go of me.” You snarled at Kai, fighting to turn around in his arms, wanting to hurt him too. To hurt everyone in this room. “He lied!” You declared, trying to dig your feet into the smooth wood floor as you were hauled out of the room, Kai struggling to lift you up and flip you over his shoulder as you screamed insults at him, clawing at his back as he walked the both of you up the stairs. Your fists bashed against his back in desperation, but to no avail. Kai kicked the door to his bedroom open before throwing you down on the bed, leaping upon you immediately. You were once again pinned beneath his considerable weight and he snarled at you to “stop fucking moving” as you writhed on the bed beneath him, your brain screaming at you to throw him off and go after Liam again, the boy who had lied at your expense and had gotten away with it. To spill more of his blood. “Y/N, STOP.” You stilled your movements, pulling feebly at your arms as they were pinned above your head. “He lied, Kai.” You insisted, voice trembling in rage and fear. His face was cold above yours but you caught the glimpse of uncertainty that flashed in his eyes. “Why the fuck would I want to kill you? Why would I want to lead the cult? I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that and I know that you realise too, please, Kai,” you rambled on, “Liam came to me last week asking me to help him get out of the cult and I didn’t want him dead so tried to help him excuse himself from the meetings, Kai, you know I would never hurt you, I-” “Stop,” he cut you off grimly as your eyes filled and overflowed with hot tears that stung as they worked their way down your face. “You have to believe me. Please.” The last word was carried on a sob. “I said stop.” He repeated, firmly. You fell silent, chest heaving with the force of your weeping that you didn’t try to conceal. “You’re telling me that he lied?” He spoke with a calmness that rallied the anger within you. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.” You snapped at him, shrinking back into the bed at the warning that flashed in his gaze as he considered your words. “I’ve been with you for years, Kai. Years. He’s been here for a matter of weeks.” You tried to reason with him, your sobs quieting as you watched his gaze soften more and more with each word. “And he never would of accepted your offer if you hadn’t have promised him a place to stay. You know this, please, Kai.” Kai studied your tear and blood streaked face carefully and your chest swelled hopefully as his hand drifted to your cheek, caressing the side of your face softly. But then his grip tightened on your face, his hand clenching onto your jaw painfully and you winced as he jerked you head back, exposing your bare throat to him. “If you’re innocent, then why did you run?” And with that he dragged you up, moving off you so that he could tug you by your face off the bed. “No!” You screeched. “No, KAI, PLEASE.” He lugged you across the room, to his closet, pulling open the door to the small space and slapping you hard enough to see stars before shoving you in. You let out an ungodly squeal as he slammed the closet door shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place a condemnation that summoned the most primal part of you. You kicked at the door, slamming your fists against it repeatedly and pleading to Kai as he walked away, the sound of his bedroom door closing sending you into a panicked frenzy. Your fingertips bleated in pain as you tore at the door, fists throbbing as they were pummeled against the hard surface repeatedly. But it was pointless, Kai was long gone. You sat back, heaving down air as you tried to calm yourself. “Please don’t leave me in here.” You whimpered into the unappeasable darkness. What if he just didn’t come back? What if he had decided that he didn’t need you around anymore and just left you to rot. The dark enclosed space was illuminated by the borders of light around the doorway and you lifted your shaking hands into the dim light, frowning as you saw that your knuckles were bloody and swollen. Helplessness like you had never known it settled over you and your body shook violently as the events of the past two hours finally caught up to you. The sound of your cries were smothered by the darkness of the closet as you curled your knees to your body and sobbed luxuriously into your hands. ____________________________✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*_________________________________

Kai returned later that day, the light stinging your eyes as he opened the door and stared down at you blankly. You reluctantly met his gaze, your eyes puffy and face blotchy, unsure of how long you had been locked in the dark. Your gaze flicked down to his hand, seeing that he was holding a sandwich, which he presented to you, holding it out and watching you carefully as you extended an aching arm to take the plate from him. “No.” He said quietly, moving the plate out of your reach before taking the sandwich and chucking it onto your lap. You scowled as the contents spilled out of the bread, smearing onto your pants. “I don’t trust you with the plate.” He explained quietly, tearing his gaze from you as he closed the door again in your face. “You’ll probably break into pieces and use it to cut your own throat or some shit.” He muttered, his voice muffled through the door. You took a steadying breath as the darkness closed in around you once more. “Wai-wait.” You called after him as you heard his footsteps heading towards his bedroom door. Your voice was raw but he heard you, his foot falls halting. “Can I please have a glass a water?” Kai was silent as he considered your question. But then he walked the last few steps to his door. “Maybe tomorrow.” His words were cold, the sound of his bedroom door closing condemned you to silence once more. ____________________________✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*_________________________________ Kai left you in his tiny closet space for days, only letting you see light when he came to bring you scraps of food, barely enough to keep your stomach’s incessant rumbling at bay. Your tailbone burned throughout it all, forcing you to shift your position every ten minutes, making sleep almost impossible. Any sense of time had long since evaded you and you were forced to sit in your own blood, piss and tears for god knows how long before Kai finally unlocked the door, holding a hand out to you silently and helping you to your feet. You looked at him, eyes dull as you held you upright, scanning your body and grimacing at the smell of you. You swallowed, apprehension building in your gut as you anticipated his next move. His gaze softened. “It’s over now.” He assured you softly, bringing your head to his chest and embracing you tightly. You didn’t return his hug, fresh tears squeezing their way out of your eyes, wetting the front of his shirt as he held your head to him. Pulling back, he eyed you in concern as you stood motionless before him. You met his gaze. Was that...guilt? Frowning, you struggled to discern the emotions displayed on his face before you scooped you into his arms, pressing a careful kiss to your temple. You didn’t have the energy to protest as he carried you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter beside the sink and tugging off your pants and shirt. Exhaustion clouded your consciousness and you let Kai take control, allowing him to lift you down from the counter and leading you to his shower. He helped you wash, scrubbing the piss from between your legs and the blood from your hair. Kai apologised to you before peeling off your underwear and you cringed as you became completely exposed to him, but he consoled you softly as your face flushed and you began to protest weakly. Eventually you gave yourself over to him, the need for sleep weighing down on your body. After he had washed every inch of you, you let him lead you out of the shower and wrap you in a warm towel, taking your hand to bring you to his bed. You fell asleep as Kai took up a hairbrush in his hand and struggled to work it through your knotted hair, letting you fall forwards onto the bed and making sure you were completely dry before folding the covers over you and leaving the room, allowing you to sleep deeply. You were woken up several hours later by Kai who helped to sit you up and presented you with a large glass of water, not leaving your side until you had drained the entirety of the glass. “I’m fine.” You said to him sharply as he mother-henned over you, hurrying to his dresser and finding a warm shirt for you wear as you sat yourself up, using his duvet to cover your exposed chest. But Kai really didn’t seem interested in your body as he passed you the shirt and let you pull it on yourself. You ignored him completely, scowling at the floor as you got dressed. “I meant what I said to you in the car.” He said quietly after several beats of silence as you pushed yourself to your unsteady feet. He took a glance at you as you had to take a moment to steady yourself on your feet. You knew what he meant, the accidental declaration that he had made. “Why the fuck would I kill someone I love?” The memory of this brought a glower to your face and you brushed past him as you exited the room. Without so much as turning to address him directly you bit out, “yeh? It’s going to take a hell of a lot to prove it to me, Kai.” He turned to follow you, a reply forming on his lips. But it was your turn to close the door in his face, your turn to cut off his words as you took the stairs the kitchen, a single clear thought occupying your head: Liam.

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Bonus Chapter 2

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader x George Weasley

Smut Based Bonus Chapters accompanying my series ‘Three Can Keep A Secret’

Bonus Chapter 1.

Warnings: 18+ jealous Fred! Polyamory, cuckolding, unprotected rough sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), vulgar language/swearing, spanking.

Being a throuple with Fred and George made you the happiest girl in the world, you were happier, more cheerful and even Snape’s harsh words had little to no effect on you anymore.

Since that night at the burrow you were refusing to touch Fred sexually, you would flirt with him and tease him ever so slightly, but you were constantly all over his brother George, and he hated it.

You were doing it on purpose, you knew how desperate Fred was to feel your touch, to have his way with you - and hell, he had already worked for it, but you wanted the wait to be worth it for him.

“I’m starting to wonder what the benefits are when it comes to dating you” Fred whispered at you over breakfast, a scowl forming on his face.

You were chuckling with George and flirting with him, dangling such an interaction like a carrot in front of Fred, pulling the carrot away each time he grasped for it.

Pulling your attention away from George, you looked at Fred who sat across from you. You scowled back at him for a moment.

“If you want to talk about it - us - we’ll talk in private.” you glared at him, barely moving your lips.

Fred rose out of his seat, as if he were about to challenge you but he sat back down, he couldn’t draw attention to the three of you - he could ruin everything before your relationship even had chance to blossom.

Finishing your pumpkin juice, you sneaked George a kiss on the cheek and flashed Fred a smirk. Standing up, you walked away to go to your first class of the day, leaving the twins behind.

You and Fred both shared your first class together, unfortunately it was potions.

The dungeons were so cold you went as far as linking arms with Fred, nuzzling into him for warmth, if George was sitting next to you, you would’ve pissed Fred off even more but he was across the room sitting next to Lee Jordan.

You sighed and rested your head against Fred’s shoulder, you were lucky you had picked a seat at the back of the class so Snape couldn’t see you.

“You’re so warm, Freddie” you whispered softly “I can’t get enough”

Fred felt his heart skip a beat at your touch, that you were clinging onto him and your words, you saying his name got him excited.

“I can keep you warm in more ways than one” Fred muttered back, his knee jolting when you placed your hand on his thigh.

You looked into Fred’s eyes and dragged your tongue across your lips, the corners of your mouth curling into a smirk “Trophy room, nine o’clock?”

Fred let out a shaky breath, his dick hardening in his trousers.

Unfortunately, Fred was falling into your trap, this happened to be just another part of your plan to get Fred riled up. You weren’t doing this to be mean or to make Fred feel not enough, you were doing this because you knew how rough Fred could be, you wanted Fred to punish you for your behaviour.

Snape called an end to his class, asking Lee to stay behind.

“See you tonight” you whispered in Fred’s ear, planting a kiss on his cheek.

The trophy room had to be your favourite hook up place on school grounds, the room was huge and barely in use at the moment, you enjoyed seeing the reflections in the shiny silver of you being fucked.

Fred had gotten himself cleaned up and he felt so excited for tonight, but upon entering the room his jealousy towards his brother George sky rocketed, Fred was furious - livid even.

George had you lifted up, your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, your back pressed against one of the many glass Trophy cabinets, fucking you.

Your silencing charm evidently worked as the two of you were being so loud, and George was fucking you so fast the cabinet was shaking, the trophies inside it wobbling and tipping over.

“You feel so fucking good, Georgie” you moaned, biting on his neck playfully.

George grunted and could feel himself getting close, Fred still watching, hiding behind a knights silver metal armour had his hands bunched in fists, his knuckles turning white.

“I’m getting close, love.” George grunted, his length pushing deeper inside of you.

You opened your eyes and immediately locking glances with Fred, catching him out of his hiding place, it was then when he realised this was planned all along.

You smirked at Fred, still staring at him “cum inside me, George” you moaned out “I’m on birth control, it’s okay.”

“I can’t” George whined “I’m going to be late”

George pulled out, placing you back on your feet.

George tripped over his trousers, forgetting they were dropped to his ankles and almost fell backwards and onto the floor.

“I didn’t know you thought the sex was that bad” you smirked at George, trying not to laugh at how furious Fred looked.

Out of breath and in a hurry for detention, George quickly pulled up his trousers, almost getting himself caught in the zip.

George laughed and pulled you in for a quick snog.

“I really had fun tonight” he smiled at you, grabbing his robes “you coming with me?”

You shook your head “No, I’ve got some cleaning up to do” you smiled at him, waving.

Hearing his brother walking towards where he was hiding, Fred quickly hurried away and made his way towards you, ducking against the wall. George left for his detention, Fred going completely unnoticed by his brother.

Fred stood up and stormed over to you, his face hardened with an angry expression.

“what the bloody hell was that about?” he huffed “rubbing him in my face like that!”

You looked at your wrist watch and tilted your head at Fred, trying your best to look endearing.

“It’s five to nine, you came earlier than expected” you stared at Fred innocently.

Fred shook his head at you “you’re unbelievable, I don’t know why you don’t just run away with George already”

You rested your hand against Fred’s face, giving him a sympathetic look.

“I don’t prefer George over you” you said softly.

Trailing your hand down by your side, only to sneak it around Fred to pull him closer to you. The two of you hadn’t been this close in weeks, your lips almost grazing against one another, feeling each others breath against your skin.

“It seems like it” Fred muttered, his jealousy slowly falling away.

You shook your head and licked your lips “why do you think I’ve been messing with you, Freddie? You should know by now that seeing you frustrated and jealous turns me on so much...”

A wild strike of lightening flashed in Fred’s eyes “you did this to make me jealous?”

You nodded your head and walked over to a desk with school plaques resting on it, reading the names of past students.

“of course I did, and it worked.”

Despite feeling infuriated, Fred, like you, couldn’t help but feel turned on. He was sporting a hard on through his trousers, and could feel himself getting eager and excited to where this was leading.

“Do you still have that silencing charm working?” Fred growled, storming over to the desk.

You smirked and bit your lip “that and the locked door one, never took them off, they’ll last for another hour or so”

Fred instantly pushed the plaques off the desk, making room for the two of you. Undoing his buttons and pulling down his zipper, his trousers falling to his ankles, his hard on now poking through his boxers, making a tent shape.

Fred sat down and rested against the desk, pulling his boxers down, his hard length slapped back against his lower stomach.

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes full of hunger. “I don’t recall receiving anything from you after I ate your cunt”

You smirked, feeling your heat flutter remembering what happened at the burrow, you walked over to Fred and sat next to him on the desk, bending over him you spat onto his length and took him into your mouth.

“Go on” he moaned out “that’s it love, suck my cock”

Fred hung his head back and moaned out, he stared at your behind and lifted your skirt up, you weren't wearing any underwear and you faulted your swollen pussy at him.

His hand came down on your behind hard and made you jolt up for a moment, you circled your tongue around the head of his cock and continued to suck, gripping the base of him with your hand.

Fred felt himself getting flustered, still irritated and jealous, he continued to spank you until your behind was red from his hand prints that were now printed on you.

Pointing out his index, middle and ring finger, he pushed them inside of your glossy cunt and started finger fucking you deep and fast.

Your moans rang out into the room and vibrated onto Fred’s length, the two of you incredibly aroused and getting lost in the moment.

You pulled yourself off Fred’s length for a moment to catch your breath, you turned your head towards Fred, your lips covered in saliva and the tiniest trail of his pre-cum.

“Your fingers feel amazing” you moaned out, your hair sticking to your forehead.

Fred pulled you over to him, smashing his lips against yours, the two of you sharing a hot, sloppy kiss.

“Want to feel all of me inside you?” Fred smirked against your lips.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling excited but extremely nervous at the same time, this would be the first time you and Fred would be having sex - you and George on the other hand had been at it like rabbits.

“Yes” you breathed out shakily “more than anything”

Fred looked into your eyes with his own lust filled ones, his lips attacking your neck, nibbling at your sweet spot.

Fred pulled your shirt open, the buttons shooting off and pinging across the room, exposing your breasts.

Fred looked you up and down and took a hold of the base of his cock, your saliva still coating it.

“Sit down then”

Swallowing hard, you positioned yourself in a squat and slowly lowered yourself down onto Fred’s large length, your knees resting against the cold wooden desk.

The two of you moaning out finally feeling one another for the first time - your walls tightening around him and his length filling you up.

“Oh, Fred.” you moaned, holing you knees to stay balanced.

Fred gripped onto your waist so you wouldn’t fall back, he was spoilt for choice; he didn’t know wether to look at your bouncing breasts or the sight of you bouncing up and down on him.

“You feel so fucking good, love.” Fred moaned, making you do all the work for now.

You smirked at him and continued to grind against him, his length brushing against your G-Spot, stimulating it each time you circled your hips.

“George loves it when I do this” you smirked.

Fred’s face changed completely, a flash of pure pleasure turning to jealousy.

Fred sat up and pushed you off him, still holding your waist, he managed to get the both of you off the desk. Pushing you in front of him, he bent you over and slapped you on the same cheek as earlier, your behind stinging once again.

Pushing you into the desk, Fred slammed into you, making you yelp out in pleasure. Fucking you fast, deep and hard from behind, you were finally getting exactly what you wanted.

“Such a shame you open your mouth” Fred grunted “you’re prettier when you know how to be quiet”

The two of you could sense that you needed to speed things up, your charms would soon be wearing off and Mr Filch and Mrs Norris would be sweeping through the entire grounds.

“Do teach me a lesson” you replied.

“Shut up” Fred hissed at you, his beautiful, golden hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Fred held onto the desk for support, his length twitching inside of you as your walls tightened around him even more.

“I can feel us both getting close” you moaned out “cum inside me, Fred.”

Fred grunted with frustration, pounding and finally releasing inside of you, his length coated in your cum as he pulled out.

The two of you fumbled around the trophy room, laying on the floor trying to recover and get dressed at the same time, your legs were shaking so much you didn’t think you’d be able to walk.

You stared at Fred whilst he pulled up his boxers and trousers, fixing his hair and coming towards you to help fix your shirt with his wand.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softly.

Fred smiled “I love you too y/n”

You placed your hand against his cheek “I don’t prefer George over you, I was just doing all this to get this much of a good fuck from you” you laughed, thanking him for fixing your shirt.

The two of you quickly fixed and cleaned everything up in the trophy room, before escaping undetected.

Finally entering the common room, you pulled Fred into a warm, long and loving embrace.

“I really do love you, Fred.” You reminded him.

George cleared his throat behind you “yeah, she really loves you Freddie, she never shuts up about you.”

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