#emile x female reader

[ceyx-of-the-shore]

When The Music Stops

PAIRING: Emile-A239 x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You were the only one who Emile would listen to in times like these. You didn't know he valued you as much as you did him.

WARNINGS: Angst in the beginning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury/fighting, eventual fluff, growing feelings, Emile is heavily sarcastic and comes off as blunt, no set timeline - just a drabble, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform/into an A.I. program.*

You rush into the room, the door sliding quickly to the side beside you as a rush of chilled air slaps your face. The facilities on Reach were always cold—freezing, actually. Like a damn meat locker. The Medical branch more so than anywhere else, but this time you could deal with it. 

At the very least, it could steady out your heated annoyance.

“Emile!” You call, locking instantly onto the heavily armored man standing in his Mark V[B] at the center of the small room, hands clenched so hard you hear his gloves squeal as his knuckles crack inside of them. But the Spartan had already turned his helmeted face to you long before you opened that door, hearing your footsteps down the hall, the pattern of which he’d memorized months ago. That carved skeleton jeers in the overhead light, every little cut a funeral service for Covenant troops scored like paint across a canvas. 

To you, it was a far too familiar sight, and you liked it far more when it was out of your Ward.

“Jesus,” you comment, slapping the pad on the wall to make the door shut behind you as you walk through with a serious face, waving your hands in anger. “What the hell happened out there?! I have half of the staff running around trying to gather enough supplies to stabilize a damn skull fracture, Emile!” 

There’s blood on the ground of the examination room—your examination room. But it wasn’t Emile’s. It drips from his fingers and his MJOLNIR like a red river of dark deeds. The Spartan doesn’t even seem to mind it, and, you know, he doesn’t. If you had to guess, you would say he enjoyed it.

“Nothing,” that monotone voice slowly drips out, the SPARTAN-III nonchalantly shaking out his left wrist and fixing his stance, even though that casual rigidity remains. Animalistic calm. “Just cleaned up a few loose ends, Doc.”

“There are three ODSTs that went in for combat training today and are spending the night in here because of you,” you hiss, stalking up to the gigantic man and pointing a finger into his chest plate. He has to physically look down at you at this angle, and you think you’ll never get used to his unnatural height—both in and out of the MJOLNIR. “Carter warned you about another fight with non-Spartans, Emile—this can’t keep happening! I can’t keep trying to cover for you when you lose your temper!”

For once you’re shocked that the man in front of you lets you spew your words; it wasn’t often the hothead had nothing to say for himself, certainly about his own actions when his gung-ho attitude came out.

Your glare softens, tirade stalled for but a moment as the minutes lengthen after your scolding.

A silence falls, your own eyes blinking down at you from the reflection of the scarred visor, those etched marks that make up the image of death unwavering. Not a sliver of the Spartan’s visage is to be seen—it rarely is. Emile breathed slightly heavily, and his arms shook with leftover anger from not half-an-hour earlier when he’d sent his fist into those ODSTs. You can hear the scrape of his esophagus as clear as day, and if you strain your ears harder, you can image his fire-like pulse as well. 

Where a deep disappointment had bred, now only concern takes its place.

You blink, raising a hand from your side hesitantly; pausing. 

“Emile?” At the small touch on his elbow, the Spartan tenses, but you easily speak in a soft tone, dipping your voice. You can’t recall seeing Emile so…statue-still. “Hey,” you utter, brows creasing as the Spartan’s visor refuses to move an inch from staring you down. As if trying to calm himself by only your presence alone. “Hey, Big Guy. Okay, let’s…let’s take a breath, alright?”

You steady your own, but you know the rapid beat of your heart gives you away.

Emile grunts, turning his head from you to glare at the side wall; you know his jaw is clenched tight under his helmet. But he does as you ask, and you feel his chest bump your form as he inhales deeply.

It was a good thing you found him—of all the staff here, you seemed to be the only one he actually listened to. Even now, it brings a small feeling of pride with it, and you know it shouldn't.

It’s a quiet moment that once more settles, and you feel his tension seep out while you still hold onto his elbow, occasionally caressing your thumb up and down. You know the man best; you’re prideful because you’re the only medic on Reach equipped to handle his snark and aggression—the best at it. And the simple fact is that Emile only comes to you anyway.

“Good,” you nod softly. Taking a step back, you slowly tilt your head and frown at him. 

He scoffs before he speaks, but it lacks any venom. 

“Came on there pretty hard, Doc.” A nickname for you, only he’s allowed to use it. Emile grumbles and crosses his arms, feet spacing out. But his tone is…off. “Thought I’d be on my ass in a little bit.” “What happened?” You don’t beat around the bush, your eyes deathly serious. “You’re not acting right at all. You haven’t even bragged about how easy they were to bring down.”

“So I need to brag now, is that it?” 

Glaring, you set your jaw and level out with him. “Show me your hands, A-239.”

“Woah,” Emile drags out the word, chuckling as you grapple for his hand, moving his head to the side as if studying an ant and saying sarcastically. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Peeling back the armor plating and the thick undersuit, you’re left with slightly inflamed knuckles. With the enhancements of the Spartan's physical forms, even so for the IIIs, these would heal fairly quickly—hours at most. But the sight still rang off alarm bells. 

How hard had he been punching those ODSTs to leave a mark on himself? Through armor and muscle? 

“Emile,” you urge, firm attention staying on the swelling.

You can feel his eyes on you—digging and heavy. But on this, you would not relent. In your time together, you’d grown fond of him and his horrible attitude. He was off putting, sure, and rough: a bit bad for civilian relations, of course; yet you’d had the privilege to know him as others usually didn’t. 

Emile was bluntly honest, and with you…he listened. That was a trust far earned and it had taken months to even get a break in him.

The giant released a low sigh and with a hand motion that equaled ‘fine,’ he shook his head and pushed out through a board tone. “...They were talking ‘bout you. Didn’t like their tones.” A finger touches the back of your skull, brushing across it briefly and disappearing as if never there. You fight back a gasp. “‘Specially when they thought it was smart to say it when I was right there.” 

You pause at that, still holding his warm hand as his fingers twitch in your grasp—tiny things compared to the calluses and bulk of muscle. It’s like your heart stops, a foreign heat making the room's chill completely halt. 

You stare at his knuckles and feel your eyes blink quickly. Inside of your chest, your heart completely skips beats.

“Took ‘em to the ring,” he says like he’s reading a report. “Threw ‘em down. They lost and I won, and I made them think twice when they’re talking about my favorite Medic like that.” His helmet shifts your way. “You think I’d let them get away with that, Doc?” 

“I…” you stutter, for once in your life, lost for words. Emile chuckles to himself, tilting his head mockingly. 

“Now isn’t that nice.” 

Your face burns even more as the man’s hand shifts out of your hold, tapping your chin up with a finger. His helmet leans into you. 

“Thought I’d stop by and have my girl check up on me before someone else managed to get in my way. You didn’t disappoint. Never do.” You’re speechless, heart rapidly pounding and throat bobbing with a swallow. You know he sees it because he chuckles again and his head moves up and down in a sweep of your body.

Emile hums, squeezing your flesh with his thumb and forefinger before letting his hand drop and pulling on his glove. 

“You hear anything going ‘round about you, you just let me know, yeah?” There’s a serious edge to that sentence. “Let me take care of it.” 

All you do is nod dumbly a blank moment later and feel your face go malleable. You don’t even know how to respond to that—you shouldn’t be encouraging physical fights just because you thought it was an…archaically sweet, if not inherently violent, sentiment.

But was Emile anything but? You knew what you were getting into.

“Good.” Emile moves his head back and stares for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling in a silent sigh of breath, before, soldier-like once more, he walks forward and exits the room with a whoosh of recycled air.

“Be seeing you, Doc.”

You hear the door slap shut and still gape at where he once stood in front of you, fire under your skin and a deep pull in your heart as you stutter under your breath. Clearing your throat minutes later, you blink, flatten out your clothes, and quickly exit into the hallway—hearing every connection of your feet to the floor.

There was something so very wrong about this that made you want to see how it might end. Even if it resulted in your blood-thirsty Spartan standing in your examination room once more, knuckles swollen and his body looming above yours like a silent, skeletal sentinel; some brutish dog ready to tear flesh at a moment's notice.

If only to feel his bare skin again, and the weight of his words on your chest.

"Shit," you breathe, grasping at the bridge of your nose as nurses rush past you. All of your thoughts are about Emile, and you have to internally wonder when that had started happening. "...This isn't good."

#halo x reader #halo #halo reach #emile x reader #emile x female reader #female reader #x female reader #emile a239 #halo game #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #fem reader

[love-beyond-space-war]

Hello! i'd like to request an Emile x F!Reader. Where they had both been in Alpha Company as kids but got separated right before everything went south. Him going off on one mission then her on another, but they reunite on reach when she takes the place of noble 6? But instead of them nothing being trapped on reach when it gets glassed they're able to escape with Cortana?

Oh I love this idea 🥺 I'll see what I can do for it!

Survivors

Emile-A239 x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Emile had always known Carter, Jun, and Thom in Alpha Company. Yet back then he also knew a young girl who was a cadet like him. After graduation he thinks he'll never see her again. Turns out... that changes when NOBLE needs a new member.

Content Warnings: Romantic Pairing, Female Reader/Male Character pairing, Halo Reach AU where Emile and Noble 6! Reader do not die, Canon typical violence, Mass death/family death mention, Spoilers for Halo Reach, Jun is still alive he's just not around, Swearing.

Emile had considered you a comrade when you were in Alpha Company. It was you, Emile, Carter, Jun, and Thom along with many others in training. Despite having such comrades, Emile still only ever craved vengeance for what happened to his previous family.

The Covenant killed them all.

Even though Emile only ever trained with revenge and murder on his mind when he was very young, you still came up to him with a friendly tone. You, like some many other Spartans, had your family wiped out by the alien threat. Despite such a blow it looked like you were able to keep your head up. You were quite the hopeful young girl.

You always greeted Emile with a smile. Even during harsh training you still tried to keep your team's spirit up. Call it childish but ever since the age of ten he managed to develop a crush on you. You two were a great team, only made better when Carter, Jun, and Thom aided you.

Unfortunately romantic relations, especially at such a young age, is frowned upon in the UNSC. This lead to Emile hiding such thoughts that managed to slip past his conditioning. He hid them right up until his graduation at age 13.

After his graduation you two were sent your separate ways. It hurt to know he may never see you again. You're sent to two different teams, two different missions...

Emile deep down feared you'd perish, but he had a goal to reach.

Despite such a fear he pushed away his irrational feelings of puppy love. He managed to make his way onto NOBLE team with Carter, Thom, and Jun. He even met Jorge and Kat. Emile still thought of you from time to time but he bet you were fulfilling your own goals.

You were probably keeping your team happy too... he almost envies it.

It isn't until after the Battle of Fumirole and loss of Thom that Emile sees a new member of NOBLE. It's hard for everyone to lose Thom, even Emile struggles but keeps looking forward to making the Covenant pay. Yet a new NOBLE 6 must be picked.

Emile was never expecting it to be you.

The only people who didn't recognize you were Jorge and Kat. Yet they could tell from how the other three acted that you were someone they could trust. Carter greeted you as a leader and a friend. Jun teased you and asked how your other missions went. Emile waved but could only watch in stunned silence as you asked Carter about Thom.

You had your own customized armor. You still held yourself well and didn't look like you cracked under pressure. You even managed to lighten the mood when things seemed tense. He could tell even Kat and Jorge noticed the way you improved the team already.

Despite such happy behavior, Emile knew you were still just as vulnerable as anyone else. You may encourage those around you... but deep down you have your own fears. You didn't like being alone... you hated the idea of losing soldiers.

Even after you met with your new team you gravitated towards Emile, he could tell the news of Thom settled in after the introductions.

"I'm so sorry about Thom..." You say softly, your tone quiet as you speak with Emile. "He made s great sacrifice out there."

"Soldiers die." Emile mutters to himself, he's seen it many times before. Spartans were often just meant to fulfill a purpose and that's it. "... but I'm glad you're here."

"How long has it been?" You ask, referring to your time at Alpha Company.

"Long time now. Not really that important. All that matters is the mission and stopping the threat, yeah?" Emile hums towards you, signaling that it was time to move.

"I guess you're right." You answer, waving towards Emile before following Carter.

"You'll do great out here... Noble 6." Emile manages to say before following his squad.

It felt just like old times. Fighting beside you reminded him of Alpha Company, when you were all just little kids. Little kids groomed for war... a bitter thought, but a necessary evil.

You weren't some little girl now, you're now a grown woman while he is a grown man. Both nearing your 30's and trained killing machines, he didn't realize how much he missed you until now. Even now you still seemed like yourself despite seeing the horrors of alien combat.

Although he was keen enough to notice the times where you appear more dulled than usual... that happiness from when you were little now seems more forced. He can't blame you. It must be taxing.

The whole thing is for him.

He will admit having you on the team made things easier. You got the job done, you're always careful, and you always look out for your team. You're a great soldier.

He tries to suffocate the feelings within him.

All he should think of is the mission. All he should think about is revenge for his family and all of humanity. That's all that matters. Everything else is second.

However, as Emile lost comrades left and right, he worried for you. Each time one of them was lost you seemed to dull. You still tried to encourage those around you, most of the time it was him even when he didn't need it, but he could tell you were growing hopeless. You didn't like the loss.

Your biggest fear was coming true.

By the time Carter sacrificed himself to take down the Scarab tank, Emile could tell your whole demeanor changed. You didn't bother even acting happy anymore. You looked broken down... yet he could see you were still determined to deliver the package to Keyes.

Emile promised himself he'd protect you until the package was secured. He tried not to think of you as he used the MAC gun to take down incoming Phantoms. You could handle the enemy down below, he'd handle the enemy in the sky. He didn't stop clearing the sky until he heard you on his through his helmet.

"Package secure."

"I've got your back."

"No, you're coming with me, Emile."

"We won't make it."

"Bullshit we won't."

It's then he sees you signal for Keyes to stop before rushing towards him. Emile slides out of the MAC gun but prepares to fight when Elite Zealots make their move in him. He thinks he'll die here for you and wishes you just left.

Instead he's met with the spray of gunfire and you pulling him along. He can tell you're determined as you make sure the Elite threat is dead before ushering him onto the Pelican with Keyes. For now, the sky is clear, clear enough for Pillar of Autumn to take off along with the Pelican.

It's then the Pelican heads for the Pillar of Autumn with you and Emile on it. The air is tense around you but Emile can tell you seem relieved. He's thankful you cared for him... even if it was against the mission.

Emile knows why you saved him. Even with the visor on he can tell. You went against orders for one reason and one reason alone.

You don't want to be alone...

- AFTERMATH -

Until you could be moved to somewhere else, Keyes had said you two were going to be put into Cryo sleep. It wasn't right away however, so you both had time to recollect yourselves. Emile admittedly couldn't stop staring when your helmet was off.

"Risky call to save me back there." Emile comments and you look over at him. He winces when he sees the look in your eyes.

"Was I supposed to just let you die like all the rest?" You say softly, sadness in your tone. "You're... we're lucky to even be alive right now to keep fighting."

"All thanks to you." Emile admits. "... thank you."

"It's no problem, it's what we're supposed to do."

Silence overcomes both of you as you contemplate the future. Supposedly Jun had gotten out okay so you both wonder if you'll see him again. Emile is the one to break the silence and your train of thought.

"You look really pretty without the helmet." Emile comments and you turn to him with a flustered yet confused expression.

"Emile...?"

"Look, can I be honest?" Emile asks, leaning back on the wall.

"Sure."

"I've had a thing for you since Alpha Company." Emile admits. "Thought I should at least get it out there now...."

"Poor timing." You sigh but smile at him. "Yet I guess I've felt similarly."

"Really now?" Emile asks.

"Yes, but of course, can't really express such a thing with war raging on." You sigh softly. "I'm... just happy I never lost you."

Emile shoves himself off the wall to walk closer to you. He grabs your attention and pats your back roughly. It's friendly and innocent, an attempt to keep your hopes up.

"Again, all thanks to you. I owe you for that."

"You don't owe me anything." You smile softly, kissing his cheek/visor softly. "I'm fine just knowing we both care for each other."

"Always have, always will." Emile promises. "Now, shouldn't we prepare for Cryo sleep as the Captain said?"

"Yes, Emile." You agree, putting your helmet back on. You then adjust your helmet's comms before speaking again. "This a secure channel?"

"Yes?" Emile answers, confused.

"I love you." You say softly and Emile feels his face heat.

"You too...." Emile replies back before reporting back to Keyes with you on the Pillar of Autumn.

#halo x reader #halo reach x reader #emile x reader #emile-A239 x reader #x female reader #female reader

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Marvel characters masterlist

Loki

Quentin Beck

Sebastian Shaw

Stephen Strange

Steven Grant/ Marc Specter

Wanda Maximoff

Emil Blonsky

Peter Parker

Harry Osborn

#marvel #loki laufeyson x reader #quentin beck x reader #sebastian shaw #stephen strange x reader #steven grant x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #emil blonsky #peter parker x reader #harry osborn x reader

[overtail]

Sick - Sokka x Reader 🔞

🪃💢

Summary: Sokka gets hurt after (Y/N) distracts him during a battle, setting off an argument. They make up in an... unusual way..

Reader Info: Female, Non bender, competitive

Warning: NSFW, Cursing, slight sexism, rough sex, underage, oral, fingering, both subs because they're teens for gods sake

A/N: This is my first time writing smut......

...

(Y/N) sat next to Katara as the light from the campfire reflected onto her face, creating a warm glow against her skin. She picked a piece off of her cod flounder, throwing it in her mouth and chewing quietly.

Aang and Katara were chatting, Toph Joining in every few seconds. They were talking about something aimless -- a conversation they wont remember in a week's time.

The air was uncomfortable, especially with Sokka's glaring. Every so often, (Y/N) would glance across the way, only to see Sokka giving her a nasty side eye.

She was getting tired of it -- she wasn't one to take disrespect like that. Sokka may think that he was some big, strong, scary man, but (Y/N) could make him cower with one yell.

"Right, (Y/N)?"

Katara elbowed her, bringing (Y/N) out of her brooding.

"What?"

She looked to the ground with embarrassment from the lack of listening. Katara isn't one to care, but there was still the shame.

"Oh, me and Aang were just-"

She began, looking down at my slumped over figure. Before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"She's probably thinking about how to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) looked up at Sokka as was barking out the rude comment, rolling his blue eyes. Katara crooked her neck to glance at him too, raising a brow at his remark. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, head tilting to the side teasingly.

"What did you just say to me Sokka?"

She knew damn well what he said. She just wanted to know if he had the balls to repeat himself. Sokka stood up walking, a bit closer to the log that (Y/N) and Katara were sat.

"I said.."

(Y/N) got up, making her way over to Sokka.

"You're probably thinking about how you're going to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Sabotage you? Why can't you just accept that you suck at fighting?"

She barked back, leaning closer to him. She poked his chest, pushing him back a little bit. (Y/N) looked at the black eye he had gained from the 'sabotage'.

"Oh no, no, no. Do you find joy in my pain?"

Sokka avoided the question, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, looking at her feet and back up at Sokka again.

She pushed him back, emiling angrily.

"At this point, i really do. Your face looks better with that black eye."

(Y/N) teased, pointing at his purple bruise. Sokka just scoffed, pushing her back. He didn't care one bit that she was a girl -- that was clearly established when she said she was better than him.

"You're just jealous. Jealous you're a horrible person, sick girl who doesn't know how to get better."

(Y/N) was actually taken aback by this, like she was being stabbed in the back by his words. She heard a gasp from Katara, and a light giggle from Toph. (Y/N) grinned. She began to laugh, looking at Katara and to Aang. Sokka looked at her cautiously, watching as she laughed like a crazy person, tears running down her red cheeks.

"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you? I'd have to be the most pathetic person to want to be like you, Sokka."

(Y/N) walked past him, into the wall of trees that was behind him. She kept on laughing, shaking her head in disbelief at the words. She didn't quite know how to feel, but she just wanted to be left alone. To cry and scream in her faraway tent, to drown in her emotions.

But of course, Sokka had to always get the last word in.

She heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as her laughing faded into soft cries, her legs shaking as she tried to get to her tent as fast as possible. She needed to hide away, and she didn't want Sokka out of all people to see her broken heart.

"(Y/N), this isn't over!"

Somka said, grabbing onto her bicep. She ripped her arm from his grasp, avoiding talking to him. Tent. Get to your tent.

"(Y/N)! Come on-"

She tried to ignore his calling as much as she could, reaching out to the entrance of her tent. Before she could unclasp the buttons, she was whipped around, coming face to face -- well, face to chest -- with Sokka.

She looked up to his face, face full of rage. Somka had never seen her like this before, even while fighting the people she hated most.

"What could you possibly need to say that is so important you need to follow me to my fucking tent!"

(Y/N) yelled, her eyes shutting tightly. A few furious tears escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the dirt in front of her feet.

"You know, you're a real piece of work (Y/N).."

"Guess what? You make me SICK Sokka!"

"Can you just shut up already?"

She scoffed, pushing Sokka once again. He stepped closer to her, reaching behind her neck and bringing her close.

"I'll give you another black eye-"

"Just shut up!"

Before she could react, before she could say the next rude comment, Sokka's warm lips crashed into her's. She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively leaning into his touch.

(Y/N) felt Sokka's hands fall from the tape of her neck to her lower back, bringing their flush bodies together.

She reached up to grab his shoulders, bringing him down so he was pushing against her even more. Before they both ran out of air, Sokka broke the connection, quickly leaning back and his face growing red.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)-"

(Y/N) reached up, gracing her fingers across her lips in surprise. She wasn't even looking at him, just at her chest rising up and down slowly. She glanced up, watched as Sokka stammered out an apology.

"It's.. It's fine."

She was also red, smiling nervously at his gaze.

"I mean if it wasn't.. i wouldn't have kissed back."

(Y/N) looked to the ground bashfully, which was such a strange sight for Sokka. She was abrasive, aloof, and very strong hearted -- but this, this was different. And he didnt quite know how to feel about it.

Sokka stepped forward slowly, reaching up to place his palm on her face. He brought her chin up, looking to the ground on his left. God, he was nervous. What was he doing?

(Y/N) looked at him, smirking slightly. She was back, and Sokka felt a flutter in his stomach.

This time, the kiss was soft, slow, and tender. It was much more calm, which was good for both of them.

"Do you want to go inside my tent?"

(Y/N) said in a semi whisper, raising both of her brows. Sokka nodded, not quite knowing where this would go. (Y/N) let go of him, turning to unclasp the entrance of the tent behind them. She crouched down, stepping into the flaps and disappearing into the tent. Sokka stood there for a moment, trying to process what was really going on. This was something from his dreams; the nights he stayed up with his hands in his pants, whimpering her name as images flashed through his mind.

Sokka got on his knees, shuffling into the tent. As he glanced into the warmly lit place, he was surprised to see (Y/N) shrugging her shirt off, her shoulder exposed as well as her bra.

"Oh- sorry-"

(Y/N) laughed, turning around to grab his hand before he laughed.

"I'm doing this so you can see, stupid."

Sokka blushed, nodding his head cautiously. He sat on the felt that lined the floor of the tent. Rubbing his hands over the familiar feeling over the cloth, his attention was caught by a cold hand on his shoulder. He looked up, only to see (Y/N) nervously sitting on her knees in front of him in her undergarments.

"Oh.. oh spirits.."

He said, drinking in her body. His eyes glanced over every curve, every perfect imperfection, every freckles and every mole. He smiled, looking at her onxe again before giving her a deep kiss.

The two leaned back onto the make-ship bed, his hands caressing her sides. (Y/N) tugged at his shirt, causing him to break the kiss.

"You okay?"

Sokka didn't really know what he was doing. Hes only kissed a few girls before, like Suki or Yue, even girls back at home, but anything past that was untouched territory.

"You think you should take your clothes off? At least the over clothes."

(Y/N) suggested nervously, smiling softly. Somka let out a quick 'oh yeah', before leaning back and taking his shirt off. He kicked off his boots, taking his pants off. He shuffled his shirt off.

When he looked back down at (Y/N) he saw that she wasn't quite staring at his face, or even his chest. It was just a quick glare, but he knew what she was looking at.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that.."

The painful warmth in his crotch only grew more at the sight of her looking at his erection. She just laughed slightly, rolling her eyes.

"It's a good thing, Sokka."

Sokka smiled, shuffling over to where (Y/N) laid. He dipped down, his lips being placed against hers in an instant. He gripped her waist, dragging her closer to his hips.

The kisses were messy, sloppy with spit and their tongues lapping the sides of each others mouths. Both Sokka and (Y/N) wanted more; no, needed more.

"Sokka, can we try something?"

(Y/N) whispered against his lips, and was only greeted with an eager nod. She grabbed one of his hands that was on her waist, bringing it over to her crotch. He placed it on her underwear, not quite knowing what to do.

She grabbed the side of her panties, moving it to the side to expose her. Sokka's eyes widened at the sight, it being the opposite of what he expected. He looked over the folds, the bud at the top, and of course, the inviting entrance. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Okay so.."

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, making a fist with his fingers. She grabbed his ring finger, showing it to him.

"You want to put this in there."

She gestures to her hole, which was wet with her slick.

"O-okay."

Sokka stuttered out. (Y/N) let go of his hand, and he took a deep breath. The tip of his finger grazed the entrance, before quickly delving into her. He eyes widened, thighs almost closing at the intrusion.

"So, you're gonna want to curl-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Sokka curled his finger, his long digit reaching the right spot. (Y/N) let out an unexpected moan, slapping her hand over her face. Sokka grew harder at the sight, and then did it again. She was more quiet this time, but the sound still made him feel amazing. After a few minutes, she was a squealing mess. Without asking, Sokka added his middle finger, causing (Y/N) to moan aggressively.

The sound was amazing, like something you could listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. He repeated the motions, eliciting groans from her sweet mouth.

(Y/N) began to grow aware of Sokka's painful erection, and no matter how good this felt, she knew this would feel better. She grabbed his wrist, which woke him up from his trance.

"Do you want to.."

She said, looking at his member. Sokka blushed, nodding quickly. He removed his fingers from her, glancing up before grabbing the band of his boxers. He slipped them off, and felt the relief of the cold air on him.

(Y/N) was staring. Staring hard. Was he too small? Did he not look right? Was there something wrong?

"Holy.."

Sokka had a good 6 inches on him, which was great for a teenager. (Y/N) was pulsing at the sight of him, her slick dripping down her ass.

"Okay, so.."

(Y/N) sat up, moving so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was facing Sokka.

"I think this is how you do it."

Sokka nodded. This was the most quiet shes ever heard him be, a whole new side of the boy.

He shuffled forward, grabbing his dick with his hand and lining himself up with her.

"Now, don't put it in my- augh!'

Her sentence was interrupted with a moan as he shoved himself in aggressively. He whimpered audibly, not used to the new feeling.

"Oh my spirits.."

He groaned, pulling himself out before sliding back in. (Y/N) moaned again, gripping the felts beneath her hands. Sokka repeated the motion, speeding up every time. Soon, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, (Y/N) letting out small 'ah, ah, ah's. Sokka was letting a stream of curses fall from his lips, a familiar knot in his stomach forming.

"(Y/N).."

He moaned, grabbing onto her soft waist.

"I need to tell you- AUGH- something.."

(Y/N) tightened around Sokka, which only made his growing orgasm arrive sooner.

"You can be rude to me- ah- later!"

She said in a strained voice. Everything felt so otherworldly, like they were the only teeo people in the universe.

"Not that."

He said with a grunt, his hands tracing over her ass as he grinded harder and harder.

"Im-"

He began but realized he was about to cum. He jolted forward, trying to hold it back. That single movement pushed (Y/N) over the edge, shaking and moaning with her orgasm.

"I'm in love with-"

As the words slipped out, so did his arrival. She grabbed her waist tight, enough to bruise, and pushed into her.

"-youaughhh.."

His words were mixed with moans, his white liquid coating the inside of her. He pulled himself out, and saw his cum dripping from her pussy. He asshole was pulsating, her legs quivering, and her waist had tiny fingerprints from his grasp.

(Y/N) flopped down onto her bed, not caring about cleaning up. On the other hand, Sokka was trying to grab a hand towel as fast as he could. He reached over, softly wiping the white liquid from her and her bed. She sighed, rolling over onto her back. Sokka tossed the towel to the side, looking at her panting body from above.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

He spat out with a toothy grin, making her roll her eyes.

"We're on the same page here."

...

EXTRA!!

Katara rubbed her eyes, stepping out of her tent and into the bright morning light. She had gotten absolutely no sleep last night. Unlike Toph and Aang who could sleep through a tornado, she was kept up all night by (Y/N) and Sokka's 'make up sex'.

She glanced over to the campfire, which occupied Sokka roasted a frog. She stomped over, punching him right in the jaw so he fell over on his side.

"What was that for?"

He asked, looking at Katara like she was insane.

"For keeping me up all night! You deserve two black eyes you little-"

Sokka scrambled up, running into the forest as Katara ran after him.

#avatar the last airbender #fandom #fanfic #fluff #katara #sokka #sokka x reader #smut #make up sex #virginity loss

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! Can you do one where Valentina gets a boyfriend and Leo and her brothers dont like him because they know he going to break her heart?

Valentina Gets A Boyfriend (Fluff?/Crack?)

The Children series

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I’ve changed it up a little bit, so this is more about the moment they learn that Valentina has gotten a boyfriend💙

Warnings: Leo becoming full on confrontational father mood, brothers being annoying?

You guess it was bound to happen at one point. Ever since you first learned that your 16 year old daughter had been sneaking out, in order to meet with her friends on the world above. It was what happened with young people. Romeo did it when he started going out alone at the age of 18, Marcello would do it too, and so did Gerardo when he became old enough. Suddenly, it wasn’t uncommon for your sons to bring home one female at the time, or to sleep over at their girlfriend’s place. So when Valentina started doing it too, you weren’t surprised. What surprised you was how early she did it.

You were the one to catch her first, waking up in the middle of the night with a sudden thirst, only to find your daughter fully dressed on her way out. Of course you asked her what she was doing, and the look of terror on her face was noticeable. She was caught.

Valentina admitted everything to you. For around half a year, she had been sneaking out, meeting with her human friends before going to their place, watching movies, playing video games and eating not just pizza, but anything they could think of. But then, much to Valentina’s surprise, you let her go, telling her to call if anything were to happen, and to make sure that she got home before it got too late. She stared at you for a moment, before asking you if you were mad.

“Of course I’m not mad at you”, you said, reaching a hand out to stroke her cheek. “You’re young and living your life, and you should be allowed to do that. Heck, even Marcello and Gerardo was allowed to go out at your age, as long as they stayed with Romeo, so I can’t see why you shouldn’t do that with friends. And if you stay with people that’ll keep you safe, then I’m not worried. But… Don’t let your father and your brothers know. They probably wouldn’t be so happy about that”.

“Thank you, mom”, Valentina smiled, before embracing you in a tight hug. And then, with the quick speed she had gotten from her father, she was out the door, enjoying time with her friends.

Days went by, and then those days turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into months. Valentina would continue to hang out with her friends during the late hours of night, keeping it a secret from her father and brothers. But ever so slowly, she would let you know small pieces of her life. Such as her best friends, Juniper, Tova, Emil and Kobe, the ones that she would hang out with whenever she went out. She would mention them to you, whenever she was sure the two of you were alone, still not wishing for anybody else to know. But then she mentioned another name. Another name you had never heard before. Zander. She mentioned it once in passing, almost seeming shocked that she even mentioned it, before quickly moving on to other topics. But the damage was done. You knew of a Zander. How he was and what his relation to your daughter was, you did not know. But you had a feeling. Just like your parents did when you accidentally mentioned Leo for the first time. And soon, you would have your suspicions confirmed, although, not in the way Valentina would have wished.

It was a calm Saturday, with most of the extended family hanging around in the living area. It was the wonderful thing with weekends. With the turtles pretty much having full time jobs at the NYPD, it allowed them to have the weekends off, in order to spend time with their families, only coming in for work if it was absolutely necessary. Which it rarely was.

Valentina was tucked up on the couch, with her phone securely in her hand, a small smile making its way to her face every once in a while, along with a small lip bite. It wasn’t uncommon for your teenage daughter to sit with her phone like a lifeline. But it was uncommon for her to smile at it like that. And that was something her brothers noticed.

“What the hell are you smiling at?”, Marcello asked with a teasing tone, dropping down beside her on the couch, trying to get a look of what was on her screen. But instead he was met with an angry stare and her phone turned away from him.

“None of your damn business”, Valentina said, scooting away from him. That caused Marcello’s brows to rise, before he scooted closer, reaching out for a phone, pulling back when his hand was slapped hard. “What about none of your business did you not understand?!”, Valentina yelled, pretty much catching the attention of the whole lair.

“Damn, Teen Queen, why are you so mad?”, Romeo asked, taking a seat on the chair beside the couch.

“First, don’t ever call me that again. It’s gross”, Valentina pointed, causing Romeo to raise his hands in a surrendering motion. “Second, it’s not your business either”.

“Oh! Are you keeping secrets?”, Gerardo asked, pretty much coming out of nowhere, trying to look from behind the couch, causing Valentina to move away again, hiding her screen from him. “Let me guess. You’re on some fanpage for that old boy band, with middle aged women hoping that they would get back together soon”.

“I was 13 and had just learned about One Direction!”, Valentina yelled, letting her guard for just a moment, giving Marcello all the time he needed to snatch the phone out of her hand. And of course, Valentina’s luck would have you and Leo walk into the living area at that exact moment as Marcello saw the name on the screen and the last message.

“Who the hell is Zander, and why is he asking if you’re still on tonight?!”, Marcello asked out loud, all of his brothers’ eyes going wide, their mouths agasp.

“WHAT!?”, Leo’s voice boomed through the lair, the ground under you pretty much shaking as he made his way over to the couch in fast steps.

Valentina practically jumped for her phone in a panic, but damned be her older brothers and their quick reflexes. Marcello pushed Valentina away with a small shove, before throwing the phone to Romeo. And Romeo, being a true father’s boy, even in his early 30’s handed the phone straight to Leo. And with one look at the phone, Leo knew what was up. Of course he knew. He had done this himself when he was young.

“You’ve been out?!”, Leo asked, anger brewing under his disbelief. “Valentina Hamato, have you gone topside?” Valentina sat uncomfortable on the couch, looking down with her lip tucked between her lips, she gave a small nod after a long uncomfortable silence. The way her brothers scrambled to stand would almost have been comedic, had it not been for the strong tension in the air. Leo shifted his weight back and forth between his legs. He was fuming, doing his best to keep it down. “Who is Zander?”

Valentina’s answer was muffled. So muffled that Leo had to ask her to repeat, her brothers standing in silence to hear her answer. “My boyfriend”.

“BOYFRIEND!?”, your sons yelled out loud, even catching Leo off guard. “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?”

“That’s what I said”, Valentina said, avoiding their eyes.

Leo wanted to ask more, but had to step back as Romeo jumped in front of him, confronting Valentina with questions of his own.

“How did you meet Zander?!”

“Through a friend!”, Valentina answered, already growing frustrated.

“A friend?!”, Marcello yelled, almost pushing past Leo. “What friend?! You don’t have any friends!”

“I do have friends”, Valentina said, rubbing her left temple. “It’s those friends I’ve been hanging out with when I’ve gone top side”.

Leo opened his mouth, ready to say something, only to be cut off by Gerardo, flapping his arms around in a furry. “But you can’t go top side! You’re only 16!”

“I’ve been going top side for almost a year”, Valentina said, causing her brothers to yell out a bunch of “what!”s, “no way!”s and “are you fucking kidding right now?!”, before continuing their questioning, focusing on Valentina’s boyfriend, already having determined that he was a bad influence, and that she should stop seeing him, all while Valentina rubbed the top of her beak, waiting for them to shut up.

Leo stood on the sideline, watching the whole thing play out in absolute confusion, before slowly making his way over to you.

“Can you believe it?”, he asked, gesturing towards your kids. You knew that he was talking about Valentina, but you decided to do otherwise, putting your focus on your sons instead.

“I know right. They have taken after you in their questioning too”, you smiled, watching your sons lose their mind at all of Valentina’s answers.

Leo’s brows rose, looking from your children to you, slowly realizing what you had just said, thinking back to all the times he had lectured his sons. “Am I really that bad?”

“Yup”, you said with a small nod.

“Oh”, Leo said, looking down at Valentina’s phone, still in the palm of his hand. “I should… probably give this back to her”.

“You should”, you smiled with a small nod, clapping your husband on the shoulder, before he made his way over and through the warzone, handing the phone back to Valentina, who looked like she was very tired of her brothers’ bullshit.

That night Valentina didn’t go out to meet with Zander, as she had been grounded for a month, due to her sneaking out. But after a week, Leo relented, letting Valentina go top side, on the condition that would give him a written update on her well-being over text every half hour, and that Zander would come down to pick her up, so he could have a word with him first. And of course, your sons wanted to be present as well. That was going to be interesting…

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[sinisteryanderescribe]

*Sees post* *Idea pop out*

Hello I was thinking about the Norton x Nurse Reader and immediately thought of his B tier skin Jarhead.

And a fan made game which i recall is called white tombstone, basically where the skins in the same essence as Jarhead (Norton's skin) plus some additional characters.

I think Norton's and Nurse Reader have like the some similarities for Ada and Emil's relationship or connection.

I like to see what to think about this concept.

Ayyooooo why didn’t I think about this!

Na cause if you really think about it , it would be something like Ada and emil’s situation but it still wouldn’t be that close as Norton would be more independent and stubborn.

The Shadowed Mind: A Paranoia's Grip

Characters: Norton Campbell

Genre: fluff, SFW

Female Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, slightly dark fic, mental health issues, mentions of paranoia, mentions of slight possessive actions, slight manipulation, aggressive behaviour

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As usual you would meet him when the doctor placed you in charge of him, seeing how a variety of nurses had trouble looking after him.

“He was quite a challenge to deal with”

As other nurses would say. You’d hear stories of his actions with doctors and nurses, with how he’d have episodes of violent behaviour, breaking any object that’s close to him or refusing to take any medication, not trusting what they would do to him.

Well it wouldn’t be surprising though…he DOES suffer from paranoia.

Though the doctors do warn you not to let your guard down. Norton is smarter than you’d think. Thus explaining how others refused to be in charge of him and the last option was you.

So as we all know:

Norton Campbell, a patient with severe paranoia, is known for his persistent belief that he is in constant danger. This has led him to always wear a cook pot as a makeshift helmet, which he believes protects him from harm. He exhibits a tendency to deliberately create confusion and mistrust in others, as a defense mechanism against his perceived threats. He is wary of the medical staff, often viewing them as potential threats or manipulators.

Norton's interactions with doctors and nurses are characterized by skepticism and manipulation. He tends to treat medical professionals with suspicion, often attempting to undermine their authority and sow doubt in their actions. He may use his intelligence and persuasive skills to challenge their decisions and create a sense of unease among the staff, making it difficult for them to gain his trust.

So:

When you’d be assigned to care for Norton, he initially responds with hostility and attempts to manipulate you, testing your patience and resolve. He displays a cold and distant demeanor, making it clear that he does not trust easily. His interactions with you are marked by a constant wariness, as he tries to gauge your intentions and capabilities. However, over time, as you demonstrate genuine care and understanding, Norton's defenses slowly begin to crumble. He starts to open up, albeit cautiously, showing glimpses of vulnerability and allowing you to see beyond his protective facade.

Thus he begins to warm up to you:

As your actions continues to provide compassionate care and unwavering support, Norton's demeanor softens, and he begins to show signs of trust and attachment. He still struggles with moments of mistrust and emotional volatility, but he also starts seeking comfort and solace in the your presence. Your interactions become more genuine, and Norton finds himself relying on the you for emotional support and stability, despite his lingering fears and insecurities.

You’d find him staring at you whenever he’d be in deep thought, or occasionally fiddle with the hem of your dress. Surprisingly Norton’s actually quite touch starved and he may be a little…possessive and show signs of slight jealousy if you’d interact with any other male patients or doctors.

So he might grab a little too hard on your waist for the whole day to keep you from going anywhere…

While there is a gradual shift towards warmth and trust in your relationship, the journey is fraught with emotional turmoil and challenges, reflecting the complex nature of Norton's mental state and your unwavering dedication to his well-being.

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[houdinicorbini]

✧ Masterlist ✧

Identity V:

"Late night thoughts" Alva Lorenz x Anxious/paranoid! Reader

"Before party anxieties" Joseph x Anxious! Reader

Ada&Emil x Reader poly headcanons

Joseph Desaulnier relationship headcanons

Leo Beck/Hell Ember headcanons (request)

Protective! Naib x Reader (Request)

Aesop Carl x Reader Birthday headcanons

Victor Grantz Headcanons

Aesop Carl headcanons

"Comforting Silence" Aesop Carl x Reader

The Arcana: MC bringing breakfast to the main 6 in bed

Asra x Sick! Reader

Julian relationship/fluff headcanons

Muriel relationshio/fluff headcanons

"Don't go" Muriel x Reader

Final fantasy XV:

Ardyn date headcanons

Ardyn/Ravus/Gladio x Clingy! Reader headcanons (request)

"Five more minutes" Sleepy! Ardyn x Reader (Request)

"Late night drive" Ardyn

(Another one I can't think of a title for) Ardyn x Autistic! Reader (Request)

"A pleasant surprise" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Pursuing Ardyn headcanons (Request)

Calming Ardyn down headcanons

(Still can't think of a title for this one) Ardyn x Reader who faints a lot (Request)

"In silence" Ardyn x Phonophobic! Reader

"Hidden Jealousy" Ardyn x Insecure! Reader (Request)

Ardyn x Reader Birthday headcanons+scenario

"Childhood crush" Ravus x Reader (Request)

"A new life" Ardyn x Pregnant! Reader (Request) Ardyn x Kind! Reader headcanons (Request)

"Only a nightmare" Ardyn x Reader (Request)

Overprotective! Ardyn x Reader headcanons/scenario (Request)

Ardyn x Sick! Reader headcanons (Request)

"An unexpected raincheck" Ardyn x Reader

"Falling asleep at the desk" Ardyn x Reader

Ardyn general headcanons

Ardyn relationship headcanons

FNAF Security Breach: "A fixer upper" Monty x Female! Nightguard! Reader (Request)

Sun&Moon relationship headcanons

Chica relationship headcanons

Some of my au headcanons for Monty

Monty Gator x Reader headcanons

NiGHTs into dreams/Balan Wonderworld: (Can't think of title) Dragon! Lance x Royalty! Reader

Lance relationship headcanons

Reala (Romance?) headcanons

NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Pre rebellion NiGHTs headcanons (Request)

Other:

Madhouse Mike relationship headcanons

Goliath x Female! Human! Reader family headcanons

Nuclear throne Chicken headcanons

Portgas D Ace x BPD! Reader

"Nothing special" Guzma x Reader (Request)

Guzma relationship headcanons

"Movie date" Douxie x Reader

Douxie relationship headcanons

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[acosmicblizzard]

🎀 𝐼𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒱 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 🎀

Finally got around to making this-, I'll try to keep it as updated as possible. Please check the before interacting on my card before interacting.

Last updated: 3/19/2024

Total works: 41

(art creds: official idv twitter)

Boys

Various

Child reader survivor hcs

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Survivors

Mike Morton

A Teaparty between two (oneshot)

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Emil

Poly reader with Ada and Emil headcanons

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Andrew Kriess

Andrew with a sick s/o headcanons + oneshot

Fluffy relationship hcs

The World In Bloom (oneshot)

Naib Subedar

Protection( oneshot)

Don’t worry, I’m here. (oneshot)

Norton Campbell

Unexpected date in china town (oneshot)

Edgar Valden

Edgar and Reader against a fake friendly (Scenario/oneshot)

Victor Grantz

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Luchino Diruse

Luchino with a Scorpion like Survivor S/O

Kevin Ayuso

Hanging out on a snowy day with Kevin headcanons

Aesop Carl

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Ganji Gupta

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Hunters

Various

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Joseph Desaulniers

Unexpected date in china town (oneshot)

Fluffy Relationship hcs

Hatsur

Random Mini Feaster headcanons

Joker

General Face changer Joker headcanons

Robbie White

Robbie & OlderSibling!Reader Headcanons

Ithaqua

Warmth In the Cold (oneshot)

Wu Chang

Calm Within the Storm (oneshot)

Evil Reptilian

Luchino and Antonio with a blind hunter S/O

Antonio Paganini

Luchino and Antonio with a blind hunter S/O

Girls

Various

Child reader survivor hcs

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Survivors

Anne Lester

Toy merchant/Anne x Reader oneshot

Passive Playtime (oneshot)

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Demi Bourbon

A Waltz Between Witches (oneshot)

Ada Mesmer

Poly reader with Ada and Emil headcanons

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Memory/LG

Reader as a parental figure to memory drabble/headcanons

Passive Playtime (oneshot)

Protection (oneshot)

Qi Shiyi

Training (oneshot)

Emma Woods

Weekly Motivation boost (oneshot)

The Ghost in the garden (oneshot)

Hunters

Various

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Michiko

“My Starlight" (oneshot)

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Extras

Miss Nightingale

Random miss nightingale x reader drabble/one shot thing

Multi-Part Stories

A Wilted Rose (Prologue)

A Wilted Rose (Chapter 1)

Ghost Manor Au Stuff

Boys

Survivors

Romantic ghost manor au Aesop headcanons

Romantic ghost manor au Victor headcanons

Hunters

None yet

Girls

Survivors

Romantic ghost manor au Melly headcanons

Romantic ghost manor au Emily headcanons

Romantic Ghost Manor Au Margaretha Headcanons

Romantic Ghost Manor Au Fiona headcanons

Hunters

Romantic ghost manor au Grace headcanons

Romantic ghost manor Au Mary headcanons

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[tierneysodegaard]

Stressed Out - Martin Ødegaard x Reader - Part 2

Martin Ødegaard x fem!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Smut 18+++ Oral, male and female receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) light bdsm (handcuffs)

Summary: Things have been tough for Martin since Arsenal lost three times in a row and with him now becoming captain the stress started to take its toll. Seeing how stressed he was, you decided to be his good luck charm during his game against Chelsea. 

Martin had never changed so fast in his entire life despite knowing the coach wouldn’t leave without everyone else. He also knew that you were already waiting for him inside the coach and that meant that if he got in there fast he’d be able to tease you before you got back to the emirates. He made sure to keep his armband on his bicep under his clothes. A smile on his lips grew when he pictured your face when you saw it. Martin grabbed his bags and was about to head out before Ben called after him. 

“Bloody hell mate you’re eager to get out of here.” The tanned lad gave him a grin. “Need to get home for something?”

“You could say that.” He tried to leave but Aaron joined the conversation.

“His Mrs is here of course he wants to get home.” Ramsdale winked, allowing Ben to finally catch on to what he was implying. 

“Yeah mate out of everyone I thought you knew she’d be here.” Martin raised his brow as he turned his attention to Ben. “Heard you decided to text her in the week.”

Ben let out a light laugh as he put his shirt on. “You needed it, and clearly she was your good luck charm.”

“Maybe she should come more often then.” Aaron smiled. 

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Ben sent a suggestive look to Martin which instead of teasing him only annoyed him. 

Ben had always flirted with you. You never flirted back, he didn’t charm you like Martin did. Nine times out of ten Martin didn’t care because he knew you’d be at home waiting for him but when you were around and Ben made a comment it made Martin act differently, he wanted to show Ben right before his eyes that you were Martins to flirt with. Martin even pondered the idea of going into the coach and leaving a mark on your neck just to send a message to the Brighton boy. 

“Neither would I.” Martin smirked. “By the way, Ben, I think you should invite your Mum and your sister in law to the next game.” Without another word Martin turned on his heel and walked towards the exit, on his way to meet you. 

Meanwhile you were currently waiting on the coach, in Martin's usual seat as you looked out to the car park. Normally Ben, Kieran, Aaron, Emile and Saka would all sit at the back of the coach, Martin would sit in the seat just in front, Rob Holding would sit in the seats beside him and the rest of the boys would be scattered around along with Mikel and the staff.

Martin climbed up the steps before meeting your gaze over the heads of a few staff members. His smile grew as he sat beside you, his hand went straight to your thigh as he leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. “This coach better be fast.” He mumbled on your lips as he kissed you again. 

“Could be worse, you could have been playing in Manchester and would have had to wait hours before you were home.” You smiled back at him. 

“I would have taken you in the stadium if I had to wait that long.” He groaned before his grip tightened on your thigh, he met your gaze and his eyes had a glint in them. “I do have an idea…”

“What would that be?” 

“You’re going to the United game, right?” 

“Yes… why?”

“Might fuck you at Emirates if we win.” 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned closer to whisper to him. “In your box against the glass when everyone’s gone home?” You moved your hand up his thigh, teasing him slightly as your hand dragged to the area he needed you the most. 

“Don’t start y/n.” He teased in a low tone. “You’ll be the one struggling to walk in the morning oh and I hope your make up is full coverage.”

“What’s my make up got to do with this?”

“Well I hope it covers those marks I leave on your neck tonight although I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to show them off to Ben at the weekend.”

“He annoyed you tonight?”

“He needs to understand that you’re mine, not his.” 

“Then show him.” You knew what you were doing, your words were only making Martin inpatient. Your hand grazed across his tracksuits before returning to look out the window. 

“It’s hard to show him when you’re looking out the window.” He huffed. 

“Don’t want to get you too worked up for the journey home.” A smirk crept onto your lips. 

Martin flicked his gaze around the coach, making sure no one was looking towards you both before snaking his hand up your hoodie, pleased to find that you only had a bra underneath it before leaning in closer to you. “I’ll take you in the back of this coach if you aren’t careful.”

“You wouldn’t.” You gasped as he pulled your bra down slightly from under the hoodie before taking your nipple in between his fingers. 

“Wouldn’t I?” He let go before placing a kiss on your cheeks then moving up to your ear. “Maybe then Ben will see who you belong to.” 

“At this point I think you want him to watch.” 

Martin let out a low chuckle. “Oh no, he’d see too much of you that only I can see.” His hands trailed up to the collar of the hoodie, pulling it down your neck slightly. “He only gets to see the aftermath.”

“Well,” You turned to meet his eyes. “Better mark me where he can see it then.” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” 

“Hello y/n!” A cheery English accent made Martin jump back into his seat, keeping his hands to himself as Aaron walked towards you both. “How are you?” 

“Good thank you, better now you lot won.” You returned the smile. “Well done out there.”

“Thank you, could have done better but we won and that’s the main thing, I’ll work on it during training. But it’s nice to see you here, he needed this.”

“You can tell.” You laughed slightly as you caught the gaze of a pissed off Martin who, as much as he loved the boys, really wanted them to leave and sit down so you’d be home sooner. “It’s nice to see you Aaron.”

“You too y/n.” He took his seat and sat down, Martin thought that would be the end of it but god he was wrong. Instead of the journey back being full of teasing one another, Ben leant over the seats, blasting music, making you laugh and dragging your attention away from Martin. 

The blonde was furious but part of you liked that. If Martin was pissed off you definitely knew you wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning. Before everyone knew it you were all back at the car park in North London. Martin kept up the happy captain act as everyone left until he got in the car with you. Once he’d shut his door the car was already starting up. 

“Christ Martin let me at least shut my door.” You noted his urgency. 

“You might want to hurry up.” He winked. “I can’t wait long.” 

He drove out of the Emirates car park and onto the road, doing his best to stick to the speed limit but you had other ideas. You crept your hand over to his lap, innocently playing with the drawstrings of his joggers. The light action caused him to clench his jaw. You knew what you were doing. Seeing his reaction only made you go further. You started to add pressure, tugging them with more force. 

“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that.”

“Oh I’d never want that, I just want you to take them off.” 

“Might be a little hard whilst I’m driving.”

“Pull over then.” 

“That would mean we’d get home even later and I don’t know how long I can wait.”

“It’ll be worth it.” You battered your eyelashes at him, the look was so innocent yet full of lust. Your expression alone melted Martin, he complied, pulling over for a split second to pull his joggers down so they were resting on his upper thigh, allowing him to still drive. That was all you needed, tugging on the seatbelt so you had more room. You shifted closer to him, leaning over so your head was above his lap. 

“Helvete.” Martin swore under his breath when you slowly removed his boxers allowing him to finally sit comfortably. Your hand wrapped around his dick, the sudden shift in temperature making him grip the steering wheel even tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Don’t you dare tease me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You lowered your mouth onto him, starting with just the tip. 

“Y/n…” He warned, his breathing hitched. You smirked to yourself as you slowly began to lower yourself into him, trying your best to take him entirely in your mouth. His hips bucked lightly at your actions but that only made you take your mouth away. A groan of frustration falling from his lips. 

“So inpatient…” You smiled at his sorry state. 

“Me?” His free hand went to your hair, pulling you up to meet his eyes. “Two of us can play that game sweetheart, who says I’ll let you cum when we get home?”

“Tonight is about you, not me.” You fell back down to his lap, taking his cock in your mouth yet again, moving your tongue against him and stroking him with your hand as you began to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, your free hand holding the base, moving with your mouth. 

“God you suck dick good.” He threw his head back temporarily before throwing his attention back to the road. 

Martin had to resist the urge to grab your hair again, instead he had to focus on the road. You moaned around his dick as you pulled off entirely, allowing your hand to do the work as he leaned out of the window to enter the password to the gate leading to your house, he even struggled to do that. 

The gates seemed to take an eternity to open, he grew impatient only adding to your fun. You let your mouth take over once again, letting the tip hit the back of your throat. The sensation alone was killing Martin, he wanted to cum already but he refused. Grabbing your hair as he parked the car in the driveway he let go of the steering wheel and moved his thumb to trace your lips before moving it into your mouth, allowing you to suck on it much like you had done with his dick only a few mere seconds ago. 

“You’re beautiful…” His hips bucked at the sight of you. 

“Why didn’t you let me continue?” You pouted as he moved his thumb away. 

“Because I don’t wanna finish in your mouth.” He moved forward, placing a hungry kiss on your lips. “I want to finish inside of you.” 

“Then you better unlock the door fast.”

“Part of me wants to take you over the car.”

“You want to fuck me in a lot of places huh?”

“Rather than a bucket list we’ll make a fuck it list.” He jumped out of the car, pulling himself together and his joggers up before unlocking the door. You joined him, leaving the car and making your way to the door where he was waiting for you. “Sorry Romeo,” Martin, grabbed you as he opened the door, throwing you over his shoulder and kicked the door shut. “but hellos will have to wait.” 

Smacking your ass he pushed your bedroom door open, hoping the dog would get the hint and not follow and pester you both. Martin placed you on the bed, shutting the door behind you both before discarding his jacket and white shirt.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, kicked your shoes off, taking in the sight of the blonde Norwegian. No matter how many times you saw him like this it would never get old. You were convinced the man was carved by the gods themselves. 

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.” You smirked as he bent down to kiss you. 

“Good.” He mumbled against your lips before pulling back slightly, a smug grin on his face. “You’ll be seeing it everyday for the rest of your life.”

“Oh I better.” Your eyes flickered to his bicep, raising your hand to graze across the band. “Captain Ødegaard.” 

His fingers looped through the belt holes on your jeans, pulling them with force to remove them in one swift motion. “Say it again.”

“Captain Ødegaard?” It came as more of a question. 

“Good girl.” He moved his hands to your hoodie. “Put your arms above your head.” You complied allowing him to remove that and his jersey which lay with it leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Pushing your legs apart Martin knelt between them, his hands ran up and down your sides before he tugged your bra down, ducking his head down he took your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the skin lighting making you moan. 

Your nails scratched his back, leaving red marks on his skin, the action alone gave you an idea. “Martin?”

“Hmm?” He moaned against your skin. 

“Do you have training tomorrow?” Your words made him lift his head, leaving his hand to tease you. 

“Yeah in the evening, why?” 

“Because if you’re gonna leave a mark on me to show Ben who fucks me then I might leave one on you.”

“I have a game on Saturday -“ 

“But they won’t see your back, Ben will in the changing rooms.” Martin smirked when he caught on to what you meant. 

“Do your worst.” His mouth went back to your nipple before switching to the left one, leaving his hand to keep you on edge with the other one. His lips began to trail up your chest and to your neck, he sunk his teeth down, the sharp pain made your nails dig deeper into his back. You threw your head back, moaning at his actions, only encouraging Martin even more. When he finished he let his thumb trace against his artwork before gently moving your head to the side and marking you again. 

“Is this expensive?” He tugged on your bra. 

“No, why?” You didn’t get an answer. Martin moved both his hands to the material, ripping it clean off your chest, finally allowing him to run his hands over you without any interruptions. “I liked that bra.” You pouted, earning you a pitiful expression from Martin.

“I’ll replace it darling, I promise.” His right hand made its way to your underwear before sliding under the thin fabric. He connected his lips with yours before dropping his fingers between your slit, the feeling alone made you moan against his lips. “So wet for me already, I’ve barely touched you.”

“Martin please…” You threw your head back, pushing your hips up against his hand. 

“Please what?” He taunted. “Use your words sweetheart.” 

“Martin…”

“And look at me when you speak.” His words were soft yet demanding as his hands left your underwear and trailed up your body making you whine at the loss of contact. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Want what inside you? You could have my tongue…” He started to kiss down your stomach, slowly lowering himself down your body. “You could have my fingers… or my dick…” He sat up and grabbed your underwear, making eye contact as he ripped it clean off your body. 

“Martin!” Whining at him you sent him a look but he only smiled. 

“I will buy you the entire shop darling.” He didn’t wait for you to reply. His mouth met your clit as his left hand was pressed firmly against your lower stomach so you couldn’t move, the feeling adding more pleasure to you as he started to nip and suck. He slides his free hand in between you, his fingers teasing your entrance, evidently waiting for you to beg. 

“Please don’t tease.” 

“Why?” He lifted his head slightly, his hot breath still lingering on your clit. “You teased me.”

“I would have still let you cum but you pulled me away.”

“Is that what you want? Hmm? For me to let you cum?” As he spoke he slid his finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, his actions making your mind go fuzzy. Sex with Martin was always pure bliss, the man knew exactly what he was doing. 

You moaned at his actions, bucking your hips up as best as you could with the pressure he was adding to you. “Yes… please Martin.”

“Yeah?” He taunted. “Keep begging.” 

Your cheeks grew hot at his demands. “Please Martin, let me cum.” His actions began to quicken as you spoke, he moaned against your clit sending vibrations through your body which only added to the pleasure he was giving you. “Fuck…” You moaned louder grabbing his armband for support, making him smile. He added another finger, quickening his pace. He pressed his hand harder on your lower stomach, increasing the pressure as he moaned around your little. The sensation nearly tipping you over the edge.

Martin could tell that you were close as you gripped the sheets, moaning louder as he moved his tongue over your clit, moaning against it before he spoke. “Cum for me y/n.” His eyes looked up at you. “Cum on my tongue pretty girl.” His words and the flicking of his tongue sent you over the edge. Your thighs shook, clamping together around his head which only made Martin speed up as you came down from your high. Your hands pulled the tips of his blonde locks, making him stop his advances, a smirk on his face as he made eye contact with your flustered expression. 

“You always look so beautiful like that.”

“You don’t look too bad between my legs but if you carry on like that I’ll cum again.”

“That’s the plan.” He stood up, brushing off his tracksuit and boxers. “But this time you’re gonna cum with my dick inside you.” He pumped his dick a few times, lining up with your entrance. His dick trailed up and down your slit, the aftermath of your orgasm coating him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“You are the biggest tease.” 

“You’re worse.” He leant down, kissing you and with no warning, thrusted inside of you. The feeling made your eyes water, despite the pair of you having been together for a while now you’d never get used to how big he was. 

He could read your body like a book. He moved his hands up to soothe your hair down whilst the other made its way down to your clit, circling it to allow you to ease around his dick, quickly forgetting about the discomfort of your stretching around him. You kissed him softly, a wordless sign that you were okay to keep going. He slowly moved out and back in, your hips connecting as he slammed back into you, his thrusts were slow but forceful, making you gasp every time. 

Your hands made their way to his back, dragging your nails against his skin, pressing deep into his skin which would definitely leave a mark. Your actions cause him to speed up, he holds the headboard behind you as he keeps a fast pace. “Fuck y/n…” His head fell to your ear, one hand still on the headboard whilst the other came around your neck, he started to add light pressure as he slammed his dick inside of you even harder. “Look at you taking my dick so well, such a good girl for me.” 

Whilst you were full of bliss you were yet to notice how Martin had leaned over to the bedside table and pulled something out of the draw, leaving it to the side as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, the new angle making you whimper with bliss. 

“Fuck Martin.” You threw your head back. 

“That’s Captain Ødegaard to you.” He winked before pulling out, letting your legs fall before he flipped you over so you were on your front. He pulled your hips up towards him, smacking your ass before pulling your hair so you were on all fours. He moved his hand down to your clit, distracting you for a second before he grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back, handcuffing you. 

The cold temperature and the lack of movement made your head spin round as best you could to look at the smug man, taking in the sight of you. “That’s not fair-“

“Isn’t it?” His hand was around your neck, holding you up against him. His grip tightened as he pulled you into his chest. His breath trailed up your neck, taking in the sight of your new marks that stood proudly on your neck. 

“It was supposed to be about you tonight.”

“Aww well,” he mocked, throwing you back down on the bed, your ass high in the air as he landed another spank on you. He took in the sight, deciding to keep going, your ass slowly turning red as a faint handprint began to display on your skin. “I’ll let you take control another time.” He thrusted deep inside of you again. 

You moaned into the sheets, they muffled your sounds as he pulled back out and thrusted deep inside of you again, hitting your g-spot with such force you could have sworn you could have came from those hard thrusts alone. You pushed your hips back onto him, moving in time with him. Your actions made him grip your hips even harder as he sped up, a groan falling from his lips. 

His hand now went to your hair, pulling you up against his chest once again. “You feel so fucking good.” Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he continued to thrust inside of you. Martin’s free hand went down to your clit, adding pressure on it as he started to circle it. “You gave me such an innocent look at the game, you always have me under your spell until I have you like this, then you throw all innocence out the window and act like the filthiest girl I’ve ever met.” He got rougher with every word. “I bet you love the attention you get from my friends -“

“You should have seen the look Ben gave me earlier.” You knew your words would annoy him. His grip tightened on your neck. “He was practically undressing me with his eyes.”

“He might be able to imagine it,” He stopped thrusting when he was as far inside you as he could possibly get. “But I get to see it.” He pulled out. “And I get to mark it.” He thrusted in again before pulling out. “And who do you belong to? Is it Ben? Who makes you a moaning mess? Who gets you this wet? Hmm?” He slammed back into you, keeping the pace up this time. 

You didn’t reply, too overwhelmed by pleasure. He added more pressure to your clit making your legs shake with anticipation as you felt pressure in your stomach, your high getting closer with every thrust. 

“Hmm?” Martin put his lips to your ear. “I need an answer y/n… or I’ll stop.”

“Martin…” You whispered. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

“Good girl.” His thrusts began to lose their pace, you could tell he was close too. “Who do you belong to?”

“You Martin fuck! I’m all fucking yours!” He sunk his mouth down on your neck as you spoke, moaning as his teeth left another mark for you to display in the coming days. “Cum for me.” He mumbled against your neck. 

That was all it took for you. You came around his dick, your muscles contracting around him sent him over the edge. He spilled inside of you, moaning into your neck as he finished. 

He held you close to him, undoing the handcuffs and allowing you to fall onto the sheets in exhaustion. Martin took a deep breath before letting out a small smile at your state before he walked off to the en suite and began to run a bath. He grabbed a cold cloth for you and stalked his way back to the bed.

You rolled onto your back, looking up at the man smirking down at you. “What are you smiling at?”

“You.” He leant down and placed a kiss on your forehead, using the cloth to clean you up. He took your wrists in his hand, inspecting each one to make sure you weren’t hurt. Placing a kiss on each wrist he moved back up to your face. He moved your hair out of your face, looking at you with an expression full of love. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You smiled back. 

Martin kissed you one last time before picking you up bridal style. You placed your head on his shoulder, admiring his arm band which was still firmly glued to his bicep. He placed you on the side of the bath as he turned the running water on, adding in cold water so the pair of you didn’t burn. 

“You look nice in it.” Your eyes took in the sight before you. 

“Hmm?” He turned as he finished adding in a bath soak. His eyes followed yours down to the armband. “Oh.” He smiled. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get it permanently.”

“I think you will, might as well just tattoo it on your arm now.” You caught sight of his back and couldn’t conceal the gasp that came out of your mouth. “Martin, look at your back.”

He turned slightly, catching sight of it in the mirror, his hand reaching up to trace the marks you’d left. He laughed at your words after seeing your art, taking the armband off and throwing it to the floor before helping you into the bath. “I’ll be sure to show them off.” He followed after you, laying behind you so you could rest your body on his. Your head was on his shoulder as his arms were draped over you. 

“You better future captain.”

“I might not get it. Tierney is in the running for it too.”

“I’m aware.” You looked up at him. “But you captain your country, he doesn’t.” 

He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, love.”

“Your first win as captain and it won’t be the last.”

“Well if the United game goes as good as this I’ll be one happy man.”

The pair of you lay in the bath with one another in peace. That was one thing you adored about Martin, he always knew how to make you relax afterwards, even if it was the roughest sex of your life. 

Martin’s fingers traced the marks on your neck, clearly proud of his work. “They look good.” He hummed. 

“They better, as long as they stay this red for the game.”

“If not you’ll just have to make some more won’t you?” You turned your body to look at him, a smile on your lips as Martin leaned closer to kiss you but the pair of you were interrupted by a loud bark from outside your bedroom door. 

“That bloody dog.” He huffed, only making you laugh. 

Martin’s moods shifted, he was more at ease with the team and the role of being a captain for Arsenal. He was much happier now everyone was back on track and they were getting results again and much to his happiness Arsenal beat United 3-1. And when he got off the pitch you were waiting for him in his box with the marks on your neck on full display. 

And much like this time, he kept the armband on. 

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SWYAATL 10: The Forest of Hands and Teeth (pt.1)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x fem! Reader

warnings: DARK CONTENT! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Minor character death, blood and gore, attempt at sexual assault (male —› female), implied child abuse, implied childhood sexual abuse

Summary: It wasn’t common for you to doubt or question Emil. You trusted him with a ferocity that was nearly dangerous: if he’d said “Jump, I will catch you,” you’d jump and perform a pirouette mid-flight. Yet, this was different. This felt like a secret with sharp teeth and gnawing starvation for freedom. And it would wreak havoc. You didn’t know why, but you felt it. You felt it would destroy everything like the earth rumbling and splitting open, the very foundation of everything that you had known crumbling.

Notes: [01] || 09 | 11

Words: 8k

A/N: thank you so much @samsaurwrites for beta-reading!

This might be the last update for a while because I need to take a break. Writing this chapter has been so difficult, not because I don’t want to write but because there is so much I need to think through and outline to tell the story I want to tell. If there is no update in 2 weeks, you know I’m MIA until mid-July (I might keep updating short headcanons on Tumblr though, I don’t want to lose feeling for these characters). Thanks for everyone who’s still reading this, leaves comments, likes and reblogs!! You guys are the world to me! Stay safe!

Chapter 10: The Forest of Hands and Teeth (pt.1)

“Truth or Dare?” Jean asks for the third time.

“I’m not playing,” is your answer, for the third time. Your steed, a strong chestnut-coloured Hanoverian, shakes her heavy head and you have to agree. He really is annoying.

It’s surprisingly warm for an autumn day—perfect for a long excursion outside. The season has lit the trees around aflame. The blaze of colour—tawny orange, sulphurous yellow, arterial red—makes it look as if you’re riding towards a wall of roaring flame in the distance.

“Oh come on, it’s so fucking boring out here,” Jean whines. “Entertain me before I fall asleep.”

“Wouldn’t that do us all a great favour,” Connie mumbles, riding a few feet ahead while slumping in his saddle. His hair has grown out a little and he spends every free minute raking a hand through it, mumbling how bad he needs a head shaving soon.

Jean ignores him. “Truth or Dare?”

“Fine, Truth!”

“Which one of us male cadets is the best marriage material?”

You don’t even hesitate with your answer. “Marco.”

“Marco,” Mina agrees to your left.

“Marco!” Sasha whoops to your right.

“Marco!” Connie shouts from the front.

Jean clicks his tongue. Marco, who’s taken off his jacket an hour ago and wears it tied around his waist, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows showing his strong arms, gives a wobbly grin, red dusting his freckled cheeks and though you thought he’d be shy about it, what his expression says is clearly, Why thank you.

“I thought we were friends,” Jean grumbles, sticking his heels into his horse’s sides to give you the slip—where to, you don’t know, since your group had been instructed to stay together or else your record-keeper, Armin, has to write that down.

“We are.” You reach over before the gap grows and pinch his clothed thigh. “And you taught me honesty weighs more than gold.”

Jean tries to kick you but misses. “I’d rather be rich right now.”

“Ohhh, are you going to invite us to fancy restaurants and drinks when you get into the MP?” Sasha asks, clutching her reins to her chest. “I heard there’s this amazing steak house in Yarckel District where the meat is so tender it melts in your mouth.”

“Sure, I can put in a good word for you sorry lads when we’re all on break from duty.” Jean smiles with all the satisfaction of someone checkmating a king. He’s been standing his ground as rank number seven for months now, and from what you’ve heard the instructors say, he’s good on his way to climb even higher. “No one can say I’m not all for doing my friends a favour.”

“Then do me a favour,” Eren’s voice calls from the very front, “and keep your mouth shut. You’re annoying as hell.”

You cut your gaze to Marco, your group leader, but he’s already looking at Armin riding beside him, one hand clenched tightly around a thin wooden board where he’s carrying the records on him.

It’s one thing you’ve always liked a lot about Marco: that he wears his heart on his sleeve; that his face is an open door, never closed, and he is not afraid to show what emotions are living inside him. Right now, it is one of clear, unabashed unwillingness to deal with whatever storm is brewing between Jean and Eren.

Uh-oh, you think. It takes some time for Marco to be annoyed or angry, but when he draws the line, he draws it hard.

“Ohhh, I’m annoying? Who’s been the one whining about how much he wants to hurry up and go ahead as if he’s shit his pants?” Jean laughs at his own joke. “As if this waste of an excursion does anything for us,” he adds, his smile turning sour.

“It should be good for team building, if anything,” Armin pipes up. He’s put a pencil behind his ear, and now it sticks out from the curtain of golden hair falling into his face.

“Exactly. Team building.” Marco bends the weight of his heavy gaze on Jean and Eren. “So, for the love of God, get along, you two. Just until this is over.”

“Marco, when he’s angry,” Mina whispers into your ear with a sheepish smile, leaning so far out of her seat you’re worried she’ll topple off her horse any second, “is kinda hot, isn’t he?”

You almost choke a little on your spit, but allow your eyes to discreetly rake over Marco’s broad, rigid back as he gives Armin instructions.

“I suppose,” you mumble, your sight swivelling back to the road before you, and inevitably settling on Eren’s tensed shoulders, his fists holding onto his reins tightly enough the knuckles have turned white.

One evening, you made a revelation you never thought you’d make over hash browns: Eren has beautiful hands. Maybe not ‘beautiful’ in a way of the imagination of an artist, but beautiful as in active and alive. His palms wider than the length of his fingers, they are a worker’s hands, calloused and rough, restless even when the rest of his body stands still. As if they are his most honest part and therefore unable to stay silent.

For the pleasure and safety of his family, those hands work very hard; the marks and signs of that are his scarred knuckles because his hands are his weapon of choice—the only weapon he trusts to find the means to an end; to protect those he loves.

All that had occurred to you when you’d joined Armin to discuss a few things for the group task you were assigned to for Assault Tactics on 15-metre Titans. Mikasa and Eren had joined you around dinner time, and when you’d asked Armin to pass you the salt shaker, it was Eren who’d moved, silently, still chewing. You were pretty sure he was paying more attention to Sasha’s hunting story where she almost shot an arrow into a villager’s bum mistaking it for a boar than realising what he was doing. Which gave you plenty of time to study his veiny hand and his broad fingers, and since then, whenever he’d touched you by accident, skin brushing against skin, his thumbs digging a little too much into your arm, your shoulder, the back of your neck during hand-to-hand practice, your brain short-circuited, any thought whipped clean like a white board.

Since then, you’re very, very careful and make sure that you don’t touch him.

“I’m on horse face’s page, for a change.” Victor’s voice from the back cuts like metal striking stone. “This is a fucking waste of time if it doesn’t go into the overall evaluation.”

If Jean’s mood has been sour ever since your departure at the crack of dawn, Victor’s been foul and rotten like a fruit basket left outside in the sun long enough that maggots made it their home. You wish he’d been assigned to Thomas and Mikasa’s group, and you had gotten Reiner or Bertholdt instead. At least with those two, you don’t have to worry they might stab you in the back.[1]

“Don’t call him that,” you snap at him. It’s different with Eren and Connie, where there is clearly no malicious intent, but you wouldn’t trust Victor to tie his own shoes without causing damage left and right, like a coiled snake lying deceptively still before it strikes with venomous fangs. Just a few weeks ago, he had nearly cracked and broken open a female cadet’s face like an eggshell with a stone during combat practice.

“Accident,” he had said, face hard and blank like a marble statue. He’d gotten three days of suspension for that, and you had gotten three days of nightmares because neither you, nor Mina, had missed the fact that his victim, with her dark brown hair tucked in twin tails that day, had looked a lot like Mina.

Jean doesn’t seem fazed, but you can clearly see how he draws up his shoulders, puts on an armour. “Get your own opinions, Hoffmann,” he grunts back, and to Eren he says, “And you just go ahead and see how far you’ll come until one of us has to get your ass out of whatever disaster you get yourself into next!” He pushes out his chest, that insufferable smirk cuts into his face that you’ve grown to understand means he’s particularly proud of some, mostly misplaced, mature behaviour—a paragon of his kind. You want to smack that haughty expression off his face.

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Eren calls back.

Armin’s hand is halfway up to the pen tucked behind his ear. “You can’t say that, Eren. That’s against Article 23, Humiliation of a Soldier by Another Soldier and I have to write that down.”

Marco groans. “Wait, don’t write that down. Eren, just apologise to Jean.”

“Fine.” Eren turns halfway around in his seat to face Jean. “Unfuck yourself, or whatever.”

“Eren,” Armin whines.

“Would it physically hurt them to get along?” Christa, bless her kind heart, asks genuinely.

“I think,” you answer, “they might legitimately combust if they’d have to be nice to each other.”

“And I’d like to see that,” Sasha croons. There’s something else she wants to say, but her attention rivets on a green-scaled iguana, as big as a dog, slithering through the shadows of sharp rocks, its stumpy legs easily keeping up with the slow pace of your group. Its head twitches sometimes, indicating that it’s keeping its eyes on you.

“Damn, look at the size of that thing.” Connie lets out a low whistle. “Think we can eat it?”

“What, like peasants?” drones Victor’s comment which everybody ignores.

“You can!” Sasha doesn’t disappoint when it comes to food, as always. “It tastes like chicken. High protein, low fat, and you can throw in some grilled mushrooms, it’s great.”

“Well then, don’t mind if I do.” Jean draws his blade and spurs his horse onward, chasing after the animal that scurries wildly in a zig-zag pattern across the dry desert ground.

“No, just … leave it!” you call after him, dread churning your stomach. “We have enough rations with us!” But Jean doesn’t hear or ignores your call, and surges ahead after the iguana.

The active hunting part has never been something you felt comfortable with, and so far you were able to skip that for a whole year. Seeing Jean now lunge after that poor animal with the vigour of a starved man even though your rations are enough to get you through the night is like watching a child plunge its hand into a half-full glass container of sweets and take out a fistful of candy even though the sign beside it says Take one only, please. It disgusts you.

You decide not to watch as Jean lifts his blade high above his head and strikes with a viciousness your body reacts to automatically by flinching as it remembers facing him in Swordsmanship practice. Jean doesn’t swing and hit hard, but he knows how to strike when his opponent least expects it, and now that he’s found another discipline apart from Hand-to-Hand combat he’s better at than Eren, he practices it like a man who has tasted success for the first time and immediately became obsessed being drunk on it.

But instead of sharp blade cutting into yielding flesh, the blood-churning rasp of metal against metal pierces everyone’s ears. When you look up, Eren has his own blade crossed with Jean’s, and the iguana quickly scurries away under a jagged set of cliffs towering to your side.

“What,” Jean says, “the fuck, Jaeger?” He looks like he is gearing up to take a swing—not with his fist but his sword.

Eren tightens his grip around his reins as his steed huffs and paws the ground nervously. As military horses, they are tougher than their civil breeds, yet you’re sure even they aren’t used to facing off against their own kind.

“Leave it,” Eren says, his bright eyes disappearing behind the thick fringe of dark lashes as he looks down at their crossed blades. “Stop acting like this is some kind of game.”

“I don’t get what your fucking problem is.” Jean jams his blades back into their sheaths. He looks like he’d rather jam them somewhere else. “If hunting for food is part of the exercise, then what’s better than getting that lizard?”

“Oh, now you care about the exercise?”

“Guys, break it off.” Marco sounds like his patience is teetering dangerously close to the edge and all hell will break loose if it falls off. “You keep holding us back like that and we won’t make it to the meeting point. Shit like that gets reported.” There’s no other greater evidence of Marco being serious than him swearing.

“If you want to report something, write that down, Armin: Jean Kirschstein tries to find food during the exercise, but gets interrupted by Eren Jaeger. He deserves to be discharged for that.”

“Dude, what the hell—”

“Guys, stop acting like brats,” you call over a half-hearted attempt to make them stop.

Jean’s response comes immediately. “I don’t wanna hear that from you!”

“Come on guys, we should move on,” says Christa, and you believe if anyone can talk some sense into them, it’s her. “The sun will set in a few, and we should have reached the forest by then.”

Eren and Jean share a loaded, razor-sharp glare that should be enough to slice Marco’s head in two. You doubt they’d have any luck though, not with Marco’s will of untarnished steel tempered in his resolve not to deal with their bullshit.

When your group finally moves on, Eren lets himself fall behind enough for you to catch up. You can feel him resisting the urge to finish that argument with Jean. He is practically vibrating with the effort.

“Not much into lizards?” you ask to get his mind off it.

The deep scowl he’s wearing softens slightly like someone smoothed wrinkles out of a blanket. “You just seemed like you hated the idea of hunting it,” he says, looking ahead.

“Oh.” You stare at him for a long minute, like there is anything subtle about that, then give yourself a shake. I need a mug of the darkest, bitterest coffee I can find, you think. Or maybe a real punch to the jaw. To him, you only say, “Yeah. I don’t like watching animals getting hurt.”

And to your surprise, Eren answers, “I know,” and that is all he says, two words that open up twenty questions in your head with no time to sort through which to tackle first.

When you finally reach the forest, the sun is dipping behind the horizon, casting soft pink and vibrant orange over the ground and setting the sky ablaze. It doesn’t take long to build camp with the little you have on you: a few provisions get distributed and your sleeping bags strewn around a small fire where potatoes wrapped up in tin foil roast in the gleaming ambers. The horses had water and now they graze contently on top of a narrow hill where you tied them to trees.

Marco has spread a map on the ground, heavy stones put on each corner before a sudden gust of wind can steal it. He’s marked your group’s travel progress along the way, and now his finger tracks that path once more.

“I still can’t believe we managed to catch up to where we’re supposed to be,” Marco says. He’s sitting cross-legged opposite from you, precariously balancing a half-full cup of coffee on one knee while twirling a pen between long, slender fingers. You stare at them for a long moment. Maybe it’s a hand thing you got going for you, and not specifically tied to Eren. “We should meet up with the other group around forenoon tomorrow if we keep that pace.”

“That is, if they managed to get there on time.” Jean stretches his long legs and kicks your feet out of his way. He keeps an eye out for Sasha in case she decides to snag a potato before anyone else can.

You’re scribbling an iguana on the drawn rocks and cliffs of the wasteland you’ve traversed, knees tucked up to your chin. “Are you really thinking Mikasa, Reiner and Annie would have the group slacking behind?”

“Well, not Mikasa—” Jean sputters.

You’ve already stopped listening. “As long as we don’t get lost in the woods,” you say to Marco. He nips at his cup’s rim, eyes flitting over to the fire.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that with Sasha here.” He smiles a little at the sight of your iguana drawing. Because his map is the same you had used half a year ago during the other overnight camping, the mapped out woods in the east are full of your drawings of owls and herons and other forest animals you had seen that day.

Jean calls your icons hellish. Marco finds them endearing. You just want to keep one of your father’s cartography techniques alive since he had no chance to properly teach you anything.

“Guys, food’s ready!” Christa calls. She and Connie have been assigned to distribute rations, and as you walk over to fetch your and Jean’s share, you don’t miss Christa turning her head in search of someone.

“Have you seen Victor?” she asks, handing over your food. A quick scan around camp shows no sign of him, and you can feel your heartbeat skip, the dread that claws its way from the pit of your stomach all the way up to your throat. You don’t want to deal with this; with him.

Connie looks up from where he’s stoking the embers, keeping the fire alive. “Maybe he’s gone into the woods to take a piss,” he offers.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t return,” you mumble, and you don’t miss Christa’s face battling between looking dreadful at your proclaim and hopeful that you might be right.

Quiet blesses your group as everyone is busy wolfing down their steaming potatoes and dry crackers. You return to Jean who’s settled for a calm spot a little apart from the group, leaning against a broad tree. Holding his food in one hand, his other flies over an open page of his sketchbook. When you take a look, you see he’s finishing a drawing of Mina and Marco sitting together playing Red Hands.

“You’re still keeping that thing around?” You don’t remember when you’ve last seen him drawing. He gives a noncommittal grunt, tilting the sketchbook sideways to change the angle. You watch him put light into Marco’s soft, kind eyes, catch the elegant curve like a swan’s neck of Mina’s wrist—and get an idea.

“Can I take a look?” You reach out your hand, palm out open. Jean eyes it warily as if it might bite him, and you placate him by shoving the rest of your potato in his mouth and deftly pluck the book from his hands.

He’s honed his skills to a level where his drawings are more than just presentable. Every page holds a detailed sketch of your friends captured in mundane tasks: Mikasa raising her face skyward, squinting up at something only known to her; Marco leaning over an open book, balancing a pen on his upper lip—you don’t miss how many pictures of Mikasa and Marco there are—one half-finished sketch shows Armin’s head in the process of turning, and Jean has captured Armin’s little charming quirk where his eyes move faster, how they’re already looking at whoever he’s talking to before he’s fully turned around. He wears that surprised but wakeful expression whenever he hears something new, something that might satisfy his voracious appetite for knowledge.

There are even small, cartoonish drawings of Eren where he’s going off in a temper tantrum or sulking, donkey ears on his head that make you smile, and on the next page, a full colour study of his vibrant, teal eyes that drops your mouth open in awe.

You gasp.

Jean gasps.

He lunges for you, but you’re quicker, already rolling away before he can get his broad hands around your throat and strangle you to keep you silent. Clutching the closed sketchbook hard to your chest, you’re ready to clamber to your feet and race through the forest if you must.

“Not. One. Word. About it,” Jean hisses. Even in the encroaching darkness that wafts at the borders of where the soft fire’s light reaches, you can see two vivid red spots glowing on his cheeks, as if he’s had his face rouged by a child who has no idea how much was too much. He points a long finger at you like the tip of a spear he’ll chuck at you if you so much as move a hairsbreadth towards his unexpected muse.

You draw a zipper close over your mouth, and wait until he settles back against the rough bark of the tree before you dare to return to your seat beside him.

You steal his pen and open a brand new page. Tongue tucked between your teeth, you begin your sketch, turn the book this way and that way to hit the right angle. Almost ten minutes after you’ve started, Jean decides to take a look, and chokes on some potato that’s lodged inside his throat.

“W-what is that?” he asks, rapping against his chest with his fist, struggling to breathe.

Your lower lip juts out. “A hand, obviously.”

Jean laughs. “Why does it have six digits?”

“That’s his wrist.”

His grin immediately turns into a scowl. “His? Whose hand are you drawing?”

You snap his book shut and throw it in his lap. “No one’s.”

Jean gives you a long, scrutinising look, one you don’t meet in worry he might see right through you and figure out something you’re constantly banishing to the far confines of your mind.

The saving grace arrives in the form of an appalled shout from across camp. A shadow staggers out from thicket, swaying like a spectre clad in nothing but shadows. When the fire’s light falls on Victor’s slack face, the black circles under his eyes thick smudges, all muscles in your body go tense like a coil spring.

A bright gleam of light draws your eyes to his clutched hand when he staggers to camp, and for a second you think it’s the sharp flash of a knife—but no, the sloshing amber liquid gives away the true nature of a half-empty bottle he’s carrying with him. Before he has even opened his mouth, you know that he is drunk.

“This is a joke,” Marco voices everyone’s thoughts out loud. “It has to be a joke.”

“Your face’s a joke,” Victor slurs, then quietly laughs to himself. When nobody joins him, he does a spectacular job at rolling his eyes and nearly losing his balance. “Oh, stop looking as if you’re about to piss yourselves. There are no instructors out here, ‘s nothing wrong having a little fun.”

“Fun.” The word is just a hissed sound like steam blowing off from a kettle—and capable of doing just as much damage. Even from here you can see Eren clenching his fists so hard his arms are quivering. Armin shifts to his feet, too agitated to stand still. Marco leans forward, like he is ready to throw himself between Eren and Victor if he has to. “What’s so fun about breaking the rules? They’ll throw you out as soon as they smell that shit on you.”

“In that case, let him chug that whole bottle,” Jean says next to you. “Might get alcohol poisoning, if we’re lucky.”

Victor’s gaze glides over Jean as if he’s less than air. You hold your breath when those dark, scrutinising eyes settle on you for a moment—you can feel Jean’s leg tense where it’s pressed against yours—but ultimately they land on Armin. As if his, and only his reaction matters. You’re still not sure what it is that Victor wants from him, and at this point it could be anything—damnation or absolution.

“Well, that’s the best part about group missions, isn’t it?” he says slowly, and the teeth-flashing grin that slices across his face is downright horrible. “We’re all in this together.”

He moves frightfully fast for someone drunk, straight like an arrow clear of its target towards the pile of knapsacks, sleeping bags and ODM gear you’ve discarded for the night. His arm flies in one wide arch, and the bigger part of what’s left inside the bottle pours over your stuff, filling the air with the unmistakable sharp—and even stranger: familiar—stench of alcohol.

That’s whiskey, your brain provides, from where you don’t know. But you recognise the grainy, woody fragrance, rich and heavy with a slightly fruity note to it.

Anger and fear and fury rises in your like a wave, sweeping every other thought away. You didn’t think it was possible to despise him even more than you do, but now your hands are shaking with a desire for violence. You want to take his bottle, break the glass and use it to slice open his face.

Connie is on his feet, face white as a sheet and swaying as if he’s shared a slug or two with Victor. “Dude. What the fuck?”

Victor’s laugh is vicious, the force if it knocks him off his own feet and he crumbles to the ground before anyone can reach him and do him the honour with an uppercut. And Eren is of course the first. Fingers clawing into Victor’s collar, he hauls him back on his feet and shakes him as if he can force common sense into his brain.

“Just what the fuck is your problem?” Eren’s face is so close to Victor their foreheads could touch. “Leave if you don’t wanna be here. But don’t drag everyone else in your sick psycho games.”

“Leave?” Victor echoes, and he sounds like he’s choking up on an emotion he’s carried for so long he’s starting to cave under its weight. “You think I can just leave?” He spits the last word and Eren shoves him away, swiping a hand over his face to wipe it off.

This time, Victor is the one clutching onto Eren’s shirt, hands fisting the fabric hard enough it pulls at its seams. It’s like Eren has loosened a tiny stone keeping Victor together and the consequential rockfall you’re facing is unstoppable. “You think people want to be here? That everyone’s got a self-righteous, noble reason like you? Some of us don’t have a fucking choice, you buffoon.”

Eren tries to wedge himself free but Victor has an iron grip on him. “The fuck are you talking about—”

“What would your alternative be? Go back and pick some grass and live your life in comfort? Would that really be so bad?” There’s a desperate tone to his voice now, like someone trying to make sense of a fever dream but any resemblance of logic slips right through his fingers like water. “I don’t have something like that waiting for me, I don’t have the luxury to think my life will resemble anything close to normal. Because for some of us, there is no choice.” He isn’t talking to Eren anymore, you realise.

Victor is pleading his case to Armin, eyes wide, fear-crazed—and you realise you’ve seen that look on his face before: when he’d attacked you on the first snow fall in your first year. When he had talked about his father.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he had said, voice dropping so low you had barely understood him. “If I don’t get where he wants me to be—He’ll kill me if I don’t—” Don’t what? Take care of anyone standing in his way? To what end? Just to be in the Top Ten and get into the Military Police Brigade?

It feels like there’s one big piece missing in a puzzle you don’t know how to assemble—never mind that you don’t even know what the picture will show by the end.

Armin must understand too, that on the day you were sitting together on the porch, Victor had eavesdropped on your conversation. Something flickers in his eyes, turns them unbearably bright, and you hate to think it might be regret of all things.

“So, you’re just going to accept whatever fucked up situation you’re dealt with?” Eren yanks himself free with enough force that he manages to hurl the nearly empty bottle out of Victor’s grasp. It smashes against a jagged edge of a rock and bursts into thousand pieces, a little meteor shower of sharp crystals that glint like dying embers in the fire’s light.

Victor stares at it for a long moment before his pale brown eyes return to Eren. He wavers a moment as if he might collapse after all that pent up rage and anxiety is finally out.

Instead of answering Eren, he just shakes his head. “What a fucking waste,” he says. You don’t know if he means the booze or the actual opportunity to overturn his fate.

It’s strange to see him deflated, like one of those training dolls your instructors sometimes use, that are beat up beyond repair and unable to prop up on their own. Just like one of those crumbling to the ground without anything holding them up, Victor manages to drag himself over to his chosen spot for the night and then plops down like a toddler losing his balance. He ignores Christa’s tentative request to eat a little, lest he wake up sick in the morning, and simple turns on his side with his back to you, one arm wedged under his head as a makeshift pillow.

“We’re done for tonight,” Marco says, exhaustion evident in his voice as if he’s been awake for seven days straight. You can see the tension drain from his shoulders, and now they’re drooping like he’s taken one too many hits. “The night watch stays the same. Christa, Sasha, then Connie and I’m the last one. Any wishes, complaints and suggestions you better keep to yourself. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

“That’s what I call an announcement.” Jean stretches out his long limbs, and you admire how he can act like nothing just happened. “You gonna stay here or move over to Mina?”

You don’t reply immediately. Instead, you look over to the broken pieces of Victor’s bottle, at the dark patch of liquid soaked into the earth. Someone ought to put the bigger shards away before they get hurt—is your initial thought before it is driven away by that strange feeling of remembrance once more.

“That whiskey brand,” you say out loud. “Wasn’t that one our Dads used to drink together? When we came to visit you. It smells familiar.”

“Really?” Jean sniffs the air, then scrunches up his nose. “I don’t remember. That shit stinks though, I can’t believe Victor almost drained that whole thing by himself.”

He goes on about some other things, but you aren’t listening anymore.

Strange, that this smell is so familiar but you couldn’t place it. Stranger yet, that this smell fills you with dread and anxiety. There’s this foreboding feeling creeping up the back of your neck, on scrawny legs like a spider you only notice when you’re already caught in its web, that nothing will be alright.

❀❀❀

It was well within a year into your friendship that Emil, sitting on the lowest stair leading up to the cooper’s shop while polishing his marbles with a stained, dark cloth, had asked: “Those bruises. Where are they from?”

You had looked up at him, from your own teal coloured marble the size of your thumb’s nail. It was your favourite of the whole bunch—a present from your father from one of the inner Districts. It wasn’t your birthday, it wasn’t any special occasion. He had simply seen it in a toy shop, thought of how green was your favourite colour, and decided he’d bring it back as a present.

“For my little princess,” he’d said, and you remember his eyes were red-rimmed and shiny from unshed tears. He’d been away for a long time, he must have missed you so, so much. “You keep it safe and always with you, promise?”

Nothing was more sacred to a child than a promise, everyone knew. So naturally, you’d said, “I promise.”

“And you won’t tell your mother, right?” Your father had leaned towards you, brushing hair from your face, his thumb resting gingerly against a scab on your cheek you’d gotten after stumbling over your own feet in chase after your dog. “You know how she gets when I coddle you too much.”

“Promise.”

Fond were those memories, sweet like cotton candy but luckily not as rare. Thoughts only clinging to the tenderness of your father, you didn’t waste time wondering about that peculiar tone in Emil’s voice when he’d asked you. As if he did not dare ask such a simple question for the myriad of unfortunate possibilities it might open.

But the thing is, you had not known. Until that moment, until you followed his inquisitive eyes to your arms donned in red and purple and blue like the flowers from your meadow, you had not known your skin was a canvas of hurt and violence.

“Huh.” You inspected them one by one, pushed your thumb into a blackish blot that stung and made you wince—a still fresh bruise barely a day old. “Must be from playing with Marianne and the others.”

Emily met you with a level, calm gaze, his eyes the colour of a frozen lake in mid-winter though it felt as if he left a physical touch on your skin and that felt anything but cold. “You should be more careful,” he said, returning his attention to his marble. It was beautiful, shining and glittering in the early morning sun as he held it against the light, checking for any missed murky spots. A beautiful ruby-coloured little orb, and sometimes when you’d ask, he allowed you to play with it and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy because so far, you’d been the only one he’d shared his marbles with.

“Be careful, or you’ll really hurt yourself,” Emil continued.

“I’m not a little kid anymore,” you said, jutting out your chin as if that would underline your statement, with the naivety of a child that dreamt of being all grown up, being an adult in the unfounded imagination that everything would be easier once you were older. The irony that children dreamt of being adults, and adults dreamt of being children once more because they yearned for simpler times.

Emil gave you one of his funny, little looks. As if he were indulging a little kid playing pretend, and you wanted him to teach you that look. It made him look so much older than he was. “I didn’t say that,” he said. “I only said be more careful. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“Oh.” Of course, he cared for you. Worried for you. You could try to slow down a little, to stem the fire that’s started to burn in your heart after you met him. You can’t even tell what it is you’re running towards, only that a small, dark part in your heart is afraid you might lose it if you don’t catch up quickly enough.

“Mr. [Last Name],” Emil said suddenly, and your head snapped up at that, your heart slamming against your ribcage, thumping wildly, a small creature caught in a snare. This was panic—skittering, mindless panic. Why? There was no reason to be afraid of your father. But when you didn’t see him anywhere, you turned to Emil. He was watching you. “When is the next time that he leaves for work to another district?”

Something like dread pricked like pins and needles up your spine. “Why are you asking?”

It wasn’t common for you to doubt or question Emil. You trusted him with a ferocity that was nearly dangerous: if he’d said “Jump, I will catch you,” you’d jump and perform a pirouette mid-flight. Yet, this was different. This felt like a secret with sharp teeth and gnawing starvation for freedom. And it would wreak havoc. You didn’t know why, but you felt it. You felt it would destroy everything like the earth rumbling and splitting open, the very foundation of everything that you had known crumbling.

Emil simply smiled, placidly. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Your father’s work is exciting,” he said, barely able to contain the awe in his voice. “He’s joining the Scouts sometimes, isn’t he? To map out the areas beyond the Walls.”

“Yeah.” Your eyes drift over to Wall Maria throwing a colossal shadow over the roofs and crenellations of Shiganshina. “He hasn’t been out in a while now, though.”

“Would he tell me something about his work, if I’d ask?” Emil’s hands fell into his lap, and his crimson marble rolled in his open palm as if it might fall any second. “I want to hear more about it.”

“I’m sure he would,” you said, and at the clear sight of your puzzled expression, Emil laughed. It was your favourite laugh—clear and sound, brighter than the first morning sunlight stealing through the curtains on your window. The sun rising over the wall, warming your face. The cool breeze picking up and caressing your warm cheeks. All life and love and everything in between that was worth fighting for.

“Maybe I just need an excuse to spend more time with you,” he conceded quietly, breathlessly.

“You can just ask, it’s that easy,” you responded just as quietly. “There’s no need for an excuse.”

He smiled at that, a private, withdrawn smile that teetered to wistfulness, and looking at this dream from an outside perspective—from some distance—you’re finally able to properly read his expression for the first time: Emil smiled as if to say: If only things really were this easy.

❀❀❀

You don’t come awake screaming for Emil, the way you sometimes do—but your heart is slamming in your throat like it’s trying to choke you. Your skin is slick with sweat, cool. Your limbs shake but not because of the cold.

I wonder, you think of all things, where my marbles went. If they’re still back in Shiganshina where your house once stood. But that thought bursts into a thousand pieces at the sound of loud voices. A confusing buzz as night still renders the forest dark and barely lit by the silver moon peeking through the trees—voices that belong to your comrades, and unknown, harsh voices. Deep, and commanding. Men’s voices.

Your eyes spring open, and stare right into the round, black hole of a barrel pointed at your face. A huge shadow looms above you, a monster you think at first for its head is nothing close to the shape of a human—that is until your eyes make out the potato bag covering the person’s head with two huge, black holes serving as visors.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” a deep, raspy voice rumbles. There is no air in your lungs, it’s stuck somewhere in your throat. “Wouldn’t wanna have ta blow up that pretty face.”

Every muscle in your body freezes, paralysed from shock, from fear. Maybe this is the actual nightmare and you haven’t woken up yet. Your eyes move around, recognising your comrades and friends in mirror positions: held at gunpoint, threatened by an unknown group of bulgy, tall men covered by different headwear so their faces remain hidden.

“Now, you’re all going to behave,” the man above you—maybe their leader—says out loud so everyone can hear him, “while we collect your ODM gear. And all’s gonna end well for you, I promise.”

“And what,” says Marco, quietly and with a voice that’s slightly trembling as he tries to stay collected, in charge of a situation that’s blown way out of proportion for anything the instructors could have ever prepared you for, “will you do with them?” He has his hands raised above his head, eyes swerving from the nuzzle to his captor.

“We got certain people that’ll pay handsomely for these. ‘S not like yer gonna use ‘em since there’s no beatin’ the Titans anyway, right?”

You stare up at him, shell-shocked, an unpleasant ringing buzzing in your ears. Throat tight, the cold sweat sensation of dread spreads slowly through your limbs. There’s a tingling in your fingers, either because you can’t feel them anymore or because you’re clawing them too hard into the cold, solid ground.

Multiple things happen at once. There’s a shout, a quarrel—Eren, of course, is fighting off his attacker. He grabs the barrel and shoves it away from his face. Their struggle unfreezes everyone from their petrification, but it’s like coming up from a deep, freezing lake and gasping for air first, limbs suddenly granted to do everything so that you’re left unable to do anything.

“NOW!” is the last thing you hear from Eren, an uncoordinated command to attack, but the rest of you: you’re all scared. Nobody moves. Except Jean, who’s diving towards the forest in an attempt to flee.

The shot rings out into the night, waking birds from their peaceful slumber and setting them out into the darkness. For one short, horrible moment you imagine Jean falling, lifeless like a puppet with cut strings, blood seeping out from a hole in his head.

A cry pierces the quiet, a sound so horrid it raises the hair at the back of your neck. Someone is screaming his name, and it takes a moment to realise you are the one who screams for him. But Jean remains standing. Standing, yet shaking, he turns slowly and reveals a narrow cut running along his cheekbone where the bullet has grazed him.

The relief is only short-lived. You try to go for him, to see if he is all right, you have to touch him and be sure that his life isn’t in danger, feel his solid flesh, his warm skin.

Halfway across camp, you don’t see how Eren’s captor whacks him across the face with the grip of his pistol. You don’t see their leader dive for you until you feel his brutally hard grip in your hair. He yanks your head back, bares your throat and you have to grit your teeth together not to make a sound. A second before, your eyes caught the sharp flash of something between dirt and dried leaves, and now your hand moves over the forest floor, feeling for the cool shard.

“Are ya deaf or just stupid?!” the man holding you roars. “I said don’t. Fucking. MOVE!”

His flat backhand cracks across your face, white-hot stars burst through your field of vision, and pain hits you like a battering ram. Jean and someone else shout your name at the same time but it sounds as if their voices come from behind a rushing waterfall. You clutch onto something sharp before it slips loose from your fingers, feeling it cut deep into your hand as you fall backward onto your elbows, blood gushing from your nose like someone has turned on a facet.

Something cool presses hard against your collarbones, right where your skin shows under the open buttons of your shirt. Your heart stops.

“Ya want me ta give ya a lesson? A lesson how to fuckin’ listen?” The nuzzle drops lower, catches against the closed button. One hard pull would be enough to rip those buttons off and open your shirt. “I can give ya a good lesson, sweetheart, and after that yer not gonna misbehave ever again, y’ know.”

Warm drops trickle into your slightly open mouth as time stops. Unwinds. Kicks you back into a dark room with green wallpapers and golden fleur-de-lys that you’ve counted every time you’ve been locked in there. Every time, the number changed. Every time was one too many.

“You will not misbehave any more when I am done with you,” a voice—a male voice, foreign—echoes in your head.

And you, hammering against a locked door as a wide, big hand seized the back of your neck. “I’m sorry Daddy, I’ll be better from now on, please get me out!”

The figment flashes and disappears so sudden, like lightning, and settles somewhere deep between your ribs, dark and murky—there and gone, was it all just your imagination? A nightmare from long ago?

Your mouth is moving, trying to say something as the man above you keeps shouting and barking orders—more voices join, unfamiliar voices “That is enough, we didn’t come here for this, man! Get your finger off that fucking trigger!” and your comrades’ voices, “Don’t touch her, don’t you fucking lay a hand on her or I will kill you, you fat pig!”

And then another sound, non-human, the ear-piercing screeching of a banshee as it heralds the Grim Reaper’s arrival. The man above you whirls—the pressure on your chest disappears and you’re finally able to take a deep breath—and the second shot rings out that night, loud enough to rupture your eardrums.

Anxious flutter raises a barn owl up from the ground. It disappears behind the safety of the trees’ canopy, just before a dull thud sounds as the body falls hard. All eyes are on Victor’s lifeless body. Where his face used to be is now nothing but shreds of a head, malformed and torn apart. Bits and gory pieces stick to the ground, the side of a tree. His head looks like a squashed, overripe fruit, the fleshy insides now strewn over the forest floor.

It could have been you. Any second longer, that could have been you. Without the distraction of the frightened owl, that could have been you.

The silence is deafening.

Somewhere to your right, you hear Connie being sick. Mina is sobbing quietly, a pale face under dark, untamed black hair.

“Fucking hell…” Another man steps to your side, wearing a white bed sheet over his head. He yanks the gun out of his comrade’s hand and gives him a hard shove. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Wasn’t my fault that fuckin’ bird scared the shit outta me,” the other replies, but there’s a tremble to his voice. His legs are shaking.

“Doesn’t matter now. Round the kids up and tie them to a tree. We take one of ‘em as leverage. Hit them if they give you trouble, but keep the finger off the trigger. I don’t wanna see any more brain splattered around, ya hear?”

The men set out to move, ready for any resistance but the only person they have to worry about is Eren who’s struggling with a new-found vigour that’s missing from the rest of you.

You still see him before you: Victor, showing his toothy, wolfish grin and now half of his head blown away. Dead. Just like that.

They push someone against you, and when you raise your head you look into Jean’s frightened, blown-out eyes. The moonlight leaches the colour out of them, making them appear more silver than gold.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, flounders, forgets how words work.

You try to speak, but your mouth is full of iron, blood dribbling down your chin, soaking the front of your shirt. You try again, spitting out a glob of blood. “Jean … Jean.” You claw at his shirt, and he tries to catch your hands but they’re slippery from blood. There’s something hot on your chest—the ring, it feels like it’s pulsing. Like a second heartbeat. “Jean, my Dad … was my Dad a bad person?”

He freezes, fingers curled loosely around your wrists. There’s a frantic look in his eyes, and you don’t know if it’s because of this whole situation or your question.

“And my Dad,” you continue since there is no stopping now that you hurl down the path, burning and hurting like a shooting star. “My Dad … did he … did he ever hurt me?”

Jean turns away, his fingers slipping away from your skin and with nothing holding you, it feels like you’re falling into the void, because he doesn’t say, “What are you talking about?”

Jean says, “How much do you remember?”

taglist: @arisu003, @brooki

A/N: I’ve thought long about Reader’s past and if I want to write the things I’m going to write and my conclusion is that I want to be a bold writer who isn’t scared to put my characters through painful things to see them come out strong. All I will give you as trigger warning is: Past sexual abuse and sexual childhood abuse (NOT BY HER FATHER). There will be nothing explicitly written about that, but it is a very important narrative device (inciting incident/motivation) for a certain character, so I decided to stay on this path of story. So reader’s discretion is advised and if this isn’t up your alley, please don’t read stuff that makes you uncomfortable. Tags will be updated accordingly. And to end stuff on a lighter note before I disappear for some time, tomorrow is my birthday so please be nice and send me love 🥺.

#aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #swyaatl

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕

However, the exceptions will be if:

I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷‍♀️)

I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)

My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)

(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)

Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!

I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!

Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!

(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)

Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞

This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.

“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.

Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)

“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).

I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf​‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)

If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉

Flash Masterlist

Halo Masterlist

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...

“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson

Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!

🤗💖

#nanowrimo #nano #writing #snowells #caitlin snow x eobard thawne #frosthunter #frostzoom #killer frost x hunter zolomon #halo #halo: reach #master chief x reader #kai-125 x male reader #noble team #ageless aislynn

[love-beyond-space-war]

Training Camp

Emile-A239 x Female! Reader

Synopsis: You knew Emile-A239 back in Alpha Company. You didn't think you'd cross paths again after being separated for different missions. Turns out, it's a pleasant yet upsetting surprise to find out just who the new Noble-6 is.

Content Warning: Angst, Fear of love, Fear of death, Death mention.

He had a feeling that name sounded familiar. He was hoping by some odd coincidence it was just someone that also had your name. But no, the new Noble-6 was exactly who he thought it was.

"She can't be here..." Emile mutters to his leader, Carter.

"Why not? She's capable and willing to listen to orders." Carter explained to Emile. "I thought you'd know, she went to the same training camp as us. Is there something you aren't telling me? You two always got along."

"It's nothing-"

The fact you two always got along is what scared him. He didn't want you here because he hated you, he just didn't want you here because he cared for you. If anything happened to you it could jepordize the mission.

"Nice to see you all again." You chime, entering the large tent they set up for a base. "Jun, Carter, Hey Emile."

Emile gives you a dismissive wave, too lost in thought. He couldn't tell if he was happy or concerned that you were a part of Noble Team. Only time would tell if he could overcome his worries....

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Emile was still a good comrade to you in battle, just like he was when you were both in training. It was a shame when you had to be moved to a new team. You missed your close friend and never expected to see him again.

Then you were alerted to the passing of another Spartan you trained with, Thom. Noble Team was looking for recruits and you fit what they needed. You expected a decent reunion to meeting them again, if any.

Instead you got Emile, the Spartan you were looking forward to seeing the most, ignoring you. Anything outside of the mission was just not important to him. Including conversation from you.

It... saddened you to know he was ignoring you. You'd understand if you did something but from what you could tell you hadn't angered him. He was just indifferent.

"He's just been like that lately. Nothing you can do about it." Jun huffs.

"He'll get back to his old self in time." Carter tried to reassure you.

Yet despite all your attempts to spark a bond between the two of you again, you're met with cold responses.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

At some point you felt you should just stop trying. He wasn't going to change and you just needed to focus on the mission. It didn't matter, Emile has changed so now you will too.

You never understood his behavior until he saved your ass once during a mission. Such an action that sparked an argument between the two of you. Only then did you get it.

"You should've been more careful!" Emile pulls you aside after the mission was clear in private.

"I was doing what I could, Emile. I just messed up one-"

"Once is enough to get you killed. It only takes once to lose your life." Emile pushes back, cutting you off.

You're silent, surprised by his tone.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you to join. If you got hurt I couldn't live with myself."

"... So that's why."

You step back, giving Emile some distance.

"You were so distant from me because you didn't want to lose me...."

"As a Spartan you already lose a lot, I wanted at least you to be safe."

"Emile, there's no need to worry."

"What makes you say that?"

You cautiously step closer, a hand on his shoulder.

"I'd put myself in danger if it meant I could be beside you."

Emile seemed conflicted by what you said. You say nothing more, only hugging him quickly. You then walk away to continue your duty. No use being more intimate than that in the field.

Falling in love with you was exactly what Emile feared. Yet the longer he was beside you and after hearing what you said...

Perhaps he should make the best of this while he still can?

#halo x reader #emile x reader #halo reach x reader #female reader

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Norway (Lukas Bondevik) X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Character death, suicidal attempt

Sypnosis: She was the first friend he made, as well as his first crush. She is the one he shows his emotion with, the undying love he had for her. He was happy that she came into his life, but his happiness will soon fade. All will be shattered.

Word Count: 2,183

Lukas? Lukas? Are you there? Please... don't leave me... alone...

Yesterday I died, Tomorrow's bleeding

Fall into your sunlight

"You know [Name], it's been 7 years since we got to know each other..." A certain Norwegian said. Looking up to the skies where birds are flying freely, he smiled. "I just wish that we can be with each other, forever..."

"Oh Lukas, of course, we can" The girl smiled at the male, making him look at her with a blush. "You know that I always loved you"

The future's open wide, beyond believing

To know why, hope dies

"I'm sorry Miss [Surname], but your illness can't be cured. You only have 24 hours left to spend your time with your friends and family. I'm very sorry" The voice of the doctor rang repeatedly inside the girl's head. She cried, leaning on the wall beside the room she have been in. "Why? Why does it have to end like this? I can't even bring myself up to tell him that because if I did, he will be terribly hurt. I can't allow myself to hurt him, but what should I do?" Suddenly, the female felt pain in her chest. She crouched it tightly as her knees hit the cold floor. Huffing and sweating terribly, not a moment later, she blacked out.

Losing what was found, a world so hollow 

Suspended in a compromise

"It's been one week since I last saw [Name], I wonder where is she now" A certain Norwegian mumbled to himself as he walked down the streets. He was planning to surprise the female by giving her something special because today was the day they met 7 years ago. A friendship anniversary, to be exact. He entered a candy shop and went to find her favorite candy, [favorite candy]. He smiled slightly to himself as he picked two packs of [favorite candy] and then proceeded to the cashier. He exited the shop after he bought the candies, he then proceeded to the next stop, a clothes shop. I hope [Name] would be happy with what I have for her.

The silence of this sound, is soon to follow

Somehow, sundown

"Hurry! We can't let her die!" A voice of a female nurse echoed through the hall as they brought the unconscious [h/l] [h/c]-haired girl to the emergency room.

And finding answers

Is forgetting all of the questions we called home

Passing the graves of the unknown

"Hey! Emil!" The voice of an oblivious Dane called the Icelander. "What?" Replied the grumpy Icelander as he looks up from his book and then to the Dane who was behind the couch he was sitting on. "Have ya seen Norge?" He asked. "No, I haven't seen him" Emil replied as he continued with his reading. "Where could he have been?" He muttered under his breath as he looks out the window. "Worried about him already? You know that he can take care of himself, and he would be annoyed if you were with him. Just leave him alone" Emil told the Dane. "If you say so..." Matthias sighed.

After 1 minute, his phone rang and he answered. "Yeah? Who's this?" He asked, not really checking the caller's Id. "Are you Miss [Surname]'s friend?" The caller asked. "Yes, I am Matthias Kohler. [Name]'s close friend" Matthias replied. "I am Dr. Sanderson. Miss [Name] fell unconscious here in the hospital after her check-up. And she seems to be in a critical condition, I need someone who can stay with her for a while. Can you, Mister Kohler?"  The doctor said, Matthias stood stiff like a statue. [Name]? Is in critical condition? What does she mean by that?

"What do you mean doc? Don't tell me she's sick" Matthias said worriedly. "I will explain to you once you got here," She said. The Dane hesitated for a while but decided to know once he got there. "Okay, I'll be right there as early as I can. What hospital is she in?" He asked as he got his car keys from the dining table. "She's here in St. George Hospital. Just ask the nurse her name and they will lead you to her room" The doctor replied. "Okay, I'll be there," The Dane said then hung up.

"Where are you going?" Emil looks at the Dane. "[Name]'s in the hospital. I need to check on her" He replied as he look back from the Icelander. "[Name]?" Emil asked as his eyes widened. "Yeah..." Matthias muttered as he looked down. "What happened?" He asked. "I don't know, the doctor said that she'll explain once I got there" Matthias replied. "I'll come too" Emil stated as he placed his book down and then wore his brown military jacket.

As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading 

Illusions of the sunlight

After buying all the gifts a certain Norwegian could think of for his best friend's friendship anniversary, he headed back to the house. Once he opened the door, there was no one in sight. "Matthias was probably at the bar right now" He muttered to himself as he placed the bags on the couch as went inside the kitchen. "Emil isn't here either, that's so unusual of him," He said to himself as he made himself coffee.

After that, he leaned on the counter as he drank his coffee. He saw a note resting on the dining table, he went to it then opened the note. His eyes widened as he read the content and almost dropped his coffee. He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink, he cursed under his breath as he headed outside again. "That stupid Dane..." He muttered.

And a reflection of a lie will keep me waiting

With love gone, for so long The Dane and the Icelander were inside [Name]'s room, they watched her sleep peacefully as they waited for the other two to come. "Hello? Matthias?" Tino's voice was heard from the other side as he knocked on the door. Matthias went to the door and opened it, revealing a tall Swede and a worried Fin. "Is [Name] alright?" He asked as they went inside. "Yeah, she's fine by now, but the doctor said that she won't survive long. She only got 10 hours left" Matthias explained as he leaned on the wall.

The four Nordics were inside the room, just watching the girl sleeping. Tino sat on a chair next to [Name]'s bed as he held her almost cold hands. Berwald was standing next to Tino, Emil was leaning on the wall next to [Name] with his arms crossed, and Matthias was leaning on the wall next to the door.

And this day's ending

Is the proof of time killing, all the faith I know

Knowing that faith, is all I hold 

"Excuse me, do you know where is the room of [Name] [Surname]?" The Norwegian asked the nurse at the counter. "Yes, she's in room 205 on the fifth floor" The nurse replied then he went straight upstairs. He hurriedly went to the elevator and then press the fifth floor. He cursed under his breath as he waited for the elevator to stop. After the elevator stopped, the Norwegian hurriedly exited the elevator and went straight toward her room. When he reached room 205, he knocked on the door rather loudly. He receives an answer of 'come in'. He opened the door and saw the other Nordics inside the room, but his gaze focused on the pale girl who was sleeping on the bed. He was happy to see her and went to her side and touched her face. "[Name]..." The Norwegian muttered as he was relieved to know that the girl he loved was still okay. He sighed and then looked at the other Nordics as if he were waiting for someone to explain to him. "[Name] won't be able to survive for long, she got 9 hours left. Her disease is incurable" Matthias explained and looked at the floor. Although it wasn't shown, Lukas was angry. After a while, the girl awoke and the Nordics were happy, though it was only 1 hour left to celebrate. They had fun and did other stuff to make the girl happy before she would leave them forever. "Thank you for making this day the best moment of my life, guys..." The girl muttered and smiled as she closed her eyes. Lukas' eyes widened as he held back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't enough, the time was enough for them to become happy. Now that [Name]'s dead, he doesn't know what to do anymore. Everyone felt sad and pity for the Norwegian, Emil placed his hand on the top of Lukas' shoulder as he shrugged it away. "We need to call the doctor, in case she can still be saved," Tno said then Matthias went out to call for the nurse. Lukas' tears were silently falling, without anyone even knowing. After a while, the nurse and the doctor came inside the room and the Norwegian wiped the tear away as they dragged the girl outside the room and hurried inside the operation room.

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning

Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart

Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent

All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain

All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over

There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones

To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all

The doctor and nurse are trying their best to save the girl once again, but it seems they failed. It was hard to accept reality, but they have to tell them that she was already gone. They stopped their work as the doctor sighed and was ready to tell them about the operation.

The Nordics were waiting outside, waiting for the news about the operation in saving [Name]. The doctor exited the room and Lukas stood up and waited for the doctor's announcement. But the doctor only looked at him with pity and looked down, Lukas was angered and left the hospital, followed by the Nordics.

"What are you doing? Are you just leaving [Name] in there?" Emil asked and grabbed Lukas' shoulder. "So what?! [Name]'s dead anyway, and she can't be revived again nor she can be saved. If she just told me that she had that disease before, I can still save her!" Lukas turned to them with his raged feature, the others were surprised by the sudden new Lukas. He waited for a response coming from his brother, but nothing came out.

He ignored them and went straight to their house. He slammed the door open and went straight to his room and locked it. He placed his hand on his face and cried. "Why do you have to leave me [Name]...? Why...?" He muttered to himself.

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning

Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart

Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent

All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain

All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over

There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones

To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all

After a week of [Name]'s death, they buried her afterward. Lukas didn't attend her burial and locked himself inside his room, crying all day. But after some time, he visits her. He doesn't want to move on, he sometimes tries to commit suicide but was stopped by his friends. Now, he chose to lie in solitude and depression.

Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding

Fall into your sunlight

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #angst #angst with a sad ending #aph hetalia #aph #hetalia #hetalia norway #aph norway

[bluebirdsboi]

Yuuri on Ice Masterlist | Last Updated: 6/12/23

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Christophe Giacometti

Coming soon...

Emil Nikola

Coming soon...

Jean-Jacques Leroy (JJ)

Coming soon...

Michele Crispino

Coming soon...

Otabek Altin

Coming soon...

Yuri Katsuki

Coming soon...

#yuuri on ice #YOI #anime #masterlist

[yanderes-galore]

Yan Emile in his S tier skin for a reader who works as a like a maid in Eda’s castle >.>

Alright!

I tried to incorporate some of the backstory Emil and Ada's skins have here too.

Yandere! King! Emil with Maid! Darling

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior, Implied NSFW, Homewrecking, Manipulation, Unsatisfied Love.

- After Emil's old kingdom fell he was taken in by Ada.

- Soon enough she made him her king, the kingdom growing with two rulers to oversee it.

- Although, King was only a title. In truth Ada saw Emil as a beast she can control.

- Someone who can fight for her. Not an equal.

- Emil's extreme gratitude and blind affection was one sided here, but he didn't seem to mind.

- As long as he could be by her he was happy.

- This was the same routine for years until you were hired.

- A maid taken in by Ada to work among the others in her castle.

- It was a simple job and it didn't really make you stand out.

- But Emil picked up on your presence somehow.

- Maybe he began to see Ada's true intentions.

- Emil could have finally realized his affections were dragged from him, to have him under he rule.

- Did she never see him as an equal?

- It pained him but he still played along. After saving him he still felt indebted.

- But he also couldn't ignore you.

- The maid who didn't have much to offer yet still stayed diligent to her job, for that's all she could do in her position.

- He felt himself drawn to you in the castle.

- He keeps it secret from you and Ada, for the sake of both of you.

- Ada won't have to know her precious beast is thinking of distancing himself, and you won't feel overwhelmed.

- ...For now.

- To some of the other maids, the King's favoritism was obvious.

- You were called upon more often, the King preferring you to clean rooms such as his and Ada's bedroom and office.

- Meals that were much fancier than other servant meals were offered in private.

- All slice of life improvements were made by him to keep the affectionate side of him content.

- No matter how much he wished to scoop you up into his arms and hold you tightly, he calmed himself.

- His affections for you needed to be hidden from Ada, at least.

- But with him improving your life here at the castle you pick up on it.

- How could you not? He treated you as a princess compared to others.

- Isn't his affection better with Ada? It looked like she loved him....

- You were scared to go up and ask the King about it.

- You put up with it until Emil went from just improving your life to visiting you during working hours.

- The King leans on the wall from afar, watching you work as you shiver under his gaze.

- What did he want with you?

- Your heartbeat throbs in your chest when he pulls you aside, grip tight in the dark hallway.

- It becomes clear to you he sees you more than just a maid.

- "What do you want from me...?" You ask, the King pressing himself against you.

- "Affection. Is it too much to ask...?"

- He seems...hesitant and nervous. Like he's so much more similar to you than a real king.

- He has the personality of merely a servant.

- It makes you see your boss in a new light.

- After that an affair may start.

- You let him cling to you, even if only to improve his mood.

- He seemed touch starved and it made you wonder just what was his relationship to Ada actually?

- Emil, on the other hand, is just happy to find someone who will actually accept his affections.

- Admittedly, Emil would have during this affair made love to you at least a couple times....

- He's desperate to feel something from you, encouraging you to come with him somewhere private and relax.

- You may enjoy this, you may not.

- But there is a fear that grows within you.

- One knowing that if Emil is caught fooling around with you, Ada may have your head.

- Voicing your concerns, Emil understands but is still unwilling to let you go.

- He reassures you that he'll keep you safe, rubbing circles on your back gently.

- You trust him and give him the affection he's craved to feel from Ada for years.

- In return, he'll flee this kingdom with you.

- Then it can be just you and him.

- He'll make you his queen.

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere male #yandere identity v #yandere male x female #yandere male x reader #yandere emil

[sandwichfordinner]

I NEED EMIL NSFW ONESHOTS OR SCENARIOS WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST PLEASE I HAVE SEEN ONLY 3 NSFW HEADCANONS AB HIM 💀

No bc literally there's almost no Emil nsfw content , I have seen only 3 too which were really good btw but still . WAIT ACTUALLY I MIGHT BE THE FIRST ONE TO WRITE EMIL SMUT ONESHOT OMG???????

So ladies and gentlemen I present you Emil x fem!reader , so basically the reason the reader is female is uh. Well I think It might be just obvious. I don't feel comfortable writing gei seggs which I'm terribly sorry . I hope you understand , now ik it's shit written but Its my first time writing something like that.

ENJOY

Idk who was the artist btw , Pinterest doesn't credit ppl smh.

I can't believe I am doing this. My first nsfw shit..

You guys were in a rank match , Y/N (Singer) we got Ariana Grande in our team , pull upp!! 😍😍 , Patient (Emil) , Batter (Ganji) and Toy Merchant (Annie).

And since Emil is such a baby , he follows you like a lost puppy. But if you tell him to decode another cipher machine alone he will be saddened but will understand.

Btw ab the survivor spawns , here's a pic where the both of you spawned . I'm pointing out that the two spawns that are mostly nearby are you guys .

Emil saw you from a far, you were waving signaling him to get inside the locker to hide So he went up to you , he grabbed your hand and both of you went inside the locker so Joseph can take a photo and both of you can get out.

Well so heres the thing happening..

While you guys were waiting for Joseph to take a picture Emil started to umm.. Breathe faster... Ykyk...

The thing was he was behind you and you Infront of him but , you were pressing yourself against him ..

His legs were feeling like jelly right now.

When is Joseph gonna take that damn photo. 💀 You were still confused , then looked behind you , Emil .. this mf .. his whole face was red and sweating and breathing heavily.

"Emil? Whats wrong? Are you feeling sick or is it because there isn't that much air inside the locker?"

He stayed silent , still doing these actions and shaking.

Then you felt something press behind you.

Oh

The realization..

You started to blush, then turned to face him and

"Oh my gosh Emil! I am so sorry I didn't mean to do that! I didn't know! I didn't even realize that!!" You were waving your hands nervously. (idk if that's the correct word)

Joseph took a photo. Now it's your chance to get out of that awkward situation! You opened the locker door but Emil grabbed your waist pulling back to the position you were together like a half minute ago , but he was pressing more against you .

"Yyy/n..n..Plea..ase..sstay..." He was drooling , all his face red and his eyes full of lust . That meant one thing. He.Wanted.You.So.Badly.

You stayed silent while he was doing the cat grin , but kinda broke idk how to explain but if you understand you understand, his head on your shoulder. Begging . Begging you to stay . You didn't know what to do , like cmon you're not even married with him , but wished . It's gonna be wrong , but.. It's gonna feel so good.

Oh about Ada.

Emil and Ada stopped talking nor helping eachother for a few months due to some dramas.. So it was only you. You were his hope . Maybe you're gonna be his future wife? He wants to get out of the manor and be together 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.

Still those thoughts running around your head you snapped back. You sighed.

"Okay do whatever you want , but make it quick we are in a match." When he heard those words he lit up but was still with his horny face.

"Aahahah..hh.!" He chuckled happily . After that he kissed your cheek , then going to your neck.

"A..are you ssure you want this..?" "Yes, don't worry , go on." You smiled softly.

He smiled back and bit your neck which caused you to moan . (First try and made you moan good job 💪) He continued doing what he was doing. Marking you and kissing your neck, while you were panting , your hand on your mouth to keep you shut. While he was continuing doing it he put his hands where ur skirt is and took it off (how tf I am supposed to explain it idk) NOW HIS HANDS WERE TAKING OFF UR PANTIES BUT WASNT FINISHED , HE TOOK HIS PANTS OFF , THEN HIS BOXERS (HELP ME IM SHAKING RN WHILEE WRITING THIS HELP MEEE IM A CHRISTIAN IM SO SORRY) then went back to taking off ur panties , they were now under your knee together with the skirt.

"But p please be gentle !" You stuttered. He nodded and put his dick inside of you. He moaned loudly and putting his hand on his mouth for the lewd sound he made. Man he was embarrassed, but it felt so good... It took you a minute to tell him to move , so he started moving slowly . You were about to cry from the pain, but it turned into pleasure . My guy was louder than you so he buried his head on your shoulder so he can be more quiet . He became faster , literally the both of you drooling from pleasure and moaning quietly .

"Aaahhahah! Yy/n! Youure ssso soft ahahahh.."He moaned again accidentally after putting his hand on his mouth again, his other hand on your thigh . You both were a mess...

"YYYNnn..! I I am g-gona..!!" But it was too late , he cummed inside of you , spilling his hot seed inside you. It was so warm. It felt so nice . You both had to catch your breaths , two minutes passed and he was still inside you . He got his member out of you and put his clothes back , while you just couldn't stand , you were literally about to fall apart. He looked at you.

"A-ah! I'm so sorry was I really rough!?? I'm so sorry!- " "i-its fine , you did great actually.." He sighed and tried to help you but you stopped him.

"Don't worry I will do it by myself" "O-oh sorry." He smiled awkwardly.

When the both of you got out Ganji was outside staring at you both weirdly and with wide eyes. You and Emil stopped and both of your eyes widened too and Emil started sweating nervously .

"It's not what it looks like! W-" "You don't have to explain , please just heal me so we can finish this game." Ganji said.

Annie was sent back to the manor , and Ganji was injured and wanted to be healed..

When you both healed him nervously he stated. "Do not do that again, we are probably gonna lose this game.." then he ran off.

You put your hand on your head from disappointment . While Emil smiled nervously .

"Told you but anyways , if I get pregnant you have to take care of our kid." He smiled happily and nodded. "We are gonna be such a happy family!!" He smiled even more. You sighed. "Come on let's decode."

Well .. 😃 I hope I did something 🤨

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