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R. Braun - Honey Soaked Promises

synopsis. In which you reminisce on your quest for revenge, irrigated with broken promises and fermented with betrayal, allowing you to act as the judge between life or death for yourself and the viper dressed in the skin of the love of your life.

— or alternatively, in which you make the stupid decision to fall in love with the wrong person on your journey to freedom...

Oh well, you'll just have to kill him now.

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chapter warnings. Slight angst, fluff, foreshadowing

chapter synopsis. Unexpected appearances.

III| Honey. 12.6k words.

“It was the same sensation you had experienced on the day you fled the underground, when you smelled that strong and harsh but sweet and lovely scent. It engulfed your form and clogged your lungs, suffocating but strangely in a way you didn't seem to mind; in fact it was only what you could describe as: addictive.”

Careful, honey is a sickly sweet but sticky substance, sometimes like tar. Be sure to proceed with caution dear, you wouldn’t want to get lured in and trapped, would you?

Year 845

Enervated, physically and emotionally, with dark circles underneath your lower lash line and a razor-sharp scowl creasing your face, you stood piqued with the gall of the man before you.

"You're telling me you don't have just one loaf of bread to spare?" You asked, arms crossed over your chest.

It had been just a day after the fall of Shiganshina and famine was humanities current foe. More specifically, it had been yours.

The way in which he stared down at you with his nose held high as if he had truly believed that he was superior to anyone within those thick walls, had irked you more than his ignorant answer. "Kid, I don't know what you want me to do. We're all starving here, so why don't you just go leech off of your parents instead of trying to get into our fresh batches?"

"Cut the crap. Fresh my ass, that shits stale as hell. Hoarding it all to yourself is just gonna cause even more deaths, and these'll be on your selfish hands." You retorted.

"Even better, that would mean less mouths to feed." He replied, before leaning down and inching closer to your face. "We're not some orphanage for titan fodder." He whispered.

Your jaw clenched before you used his close proximity to your advantage and head butted his nose harshly. The Garrison soldier groaned as he clutched his face in pain.

"Prick."

"Dammit! You'll regret that, you damn hellion!" He yelled with his eyes squeezed shut as you escaped his grasp before he could've proved truth to his words.

You had stuck with the refugees of Shiganshina, along with many other villages of Wall Maria that had fell victims to the recent attack. The shelter they had used to store dry goods was where they had been handing out rations; a privilege you had not been so fortunate of. You were starved and dehydrated, having not ingested a single thing since you escaped The Underground.

'That was what? Two or three days ago?' You had asked yourself, having trouble distinguishing the time as past few days grew muddled in your mind.

With not even a sip of water, you had been running on pure fumes. If you had still been home, you could've at the very least attempted to purloin some scraps but the Garrison were guarding the crates like starving dogs. Which to be fair was not far from the truth.

Once you had fled far enough that you could no longer hear the man's curses directed at you, you slumped against a wall and slid down. Your fingers rubbed at your temples in an attempt to ease your forthcoming migraine and you pondered if escaping your old home was truly worth all that it had cost you.

The indisputable answer was no.

Nothing the surface had offered you so far was ever worth the trauma ensued nor the souls taken, and you doubted anything ever would. If only you had realized that beforehand, you had no idea where you could've been instead of famished and distraught. The most probable scenario? In the midst of your monthly chop. With warm fingers carding themselves through your hair as Stefan's soft humming rang in your ears and Cielo's low snores played on loop. You would probably have gotten used to your pet's sharp chirping by then as well.

"What I wouldn't give to be there, instead of here right now." You mumbled with a sigh.

"If you mean a warm bed tucked into the interior, that makes two of us."

Your eyes languidly fluttered open and you peered up at the person that had interrupted your inner monologue.

A girl with pale blonde hair, pulled back and away from her face, and arctic blue eyes stared down at your hunched form. She looked to be around your own age and in her extended right hand was half of a loaf of bread that you eyed dubiously.

"Not quite. Though, if you've got one to share, I'd be stupid to decline. That for me?"

"Unfortunately, I don't, sorry." The way in which she had spoken made her apology seem empty. "I saw your small scuffle back there, so I thought I'd come to your rescue."

"A knight in shining armor?" You scoffed. "You sure you wanna do that? They don't seem the type to be too keen on giving out seconds if you go hungry later all because you decided to play nice." You questioned sarcastically as your hand gestured to a few Garrison soldiers aimlessly chatting away on the wall across from you.

"What, are you above taking someone else's rations or something?" She bit back.

You kept your skeptical eyes trained on the bread in her hand for a few more seconds and just as she began to pull away, you accepted her offering. "With how loud my stomach is rumbling right now? My moral compass is currently non existent."

Her right brow lifted slightly, "Well, at least one of us has one to begin with." She sighed as she took the spot beside you.

"Don't go acting heartless with me now," you mumbled as you bit into the stale piece of bread, "a girl that shares half of her portions can't be too bad."

You both stared at the mass group of people before you. Some got physical over rations, others waited patiently for their share, and the rest sat in their still grieving states. You pitied the latter crowd for their gut wrenching cries that continued without halt. You had spent the night prior alike and with only a few minutes of slumber, hence the shadows that laid beneath your eyes.

That was the first cold night of many to come.

"...You'd be surprised."

"Hm, care to share with the class?" You offered, though your tone indicated your indifference towards the topic, while your hands gestured towards the empty space around you.

"No. I'd have to kill you otherwise." She bit into her own portion of bread.

"Funny." You deadpanned. "Fine, be like that. Though, I can't imagine whatever you've done being half as bad as the bastards that caused this mess." You said with a mouth full. "Who would've thought that yesterday would be our doomsday. Why couldn't the titans have done this last week or somethin'? A warning would'a been nice, maybe then there would've been less bloodshed."

"You're talkative." She uttered in her usual smooth monotone voice.

"Have'ta be, or else I'd be cooped up with the lot over there." You tilted your head towards the group you pitied. They had refused to eat, sleep, and quit their wailing. "I don't fancy dyin' just yet. Sorry hun but, you'll just have'ta endure my talkative phase."

Despite her words, the girl had never truly minded your voice. In fact, she had preferred it over her own. What drew her towards you, primarily, was the undertone of anger in your earlier exchange of insults with the soldier. The emotion, a great contradiction to your muted eyes. You were a mystery she had unexpectedly found herself yearning to unveil, though she feared the lethargic tone in your irises was caused by her own hand.

"You lost someone in the attack yesterday?" She asked as she masked the hesitance in her words, though her eyes that peeked from their corners didn't vacate your face.

"Who didn't? The titans took someone or something from everyone yesterday. We're just lucky they didn't deem us snack material, maybe we smell bad."

Her gaze gradually fell to her lap where she began to fiddle with her food. "I see. So, what are you going to do now?"

"I'm joining the Military Police; I've got a bone to pick with one of their own. Once I'm of age, I'll enlist as a cadet." You stated with finality. The vindictive tunnel vision you had recently developed only allowed you to focus on that fact.

She turned to you with a puzzled look on her face. "Military Police?"

You had been slightly taken aback by her confusion, never having met a person clueless about the royal guard. "Yeah. Y'know, the MP's?" You attempted to fill the holes your words had created within her mind.

Steeling her expression once more, the girl returned her gaze forward. "Oh, right. My brain must still be a bit foggy from yesterday." She explained.

The realization that she too had experienced trauma the day prior had dawned upon you, and you berated yourself for thinking and speaking so selfishly. "That's understandable. Do you want me to fill you in on what you can't remember?" You sympathized.

"That'd be nice."

"For starters, the Military Police is the primary police force within human territory. They also serve as the king's guards, in turn making them the closest regiment to the monarchy." You begun to explain. "I heard that, only those within the top ten in their class are able to enlist."

"I see, I think I've heard that too." She lied.

"Then, we have the Garrison. They patrol and maintain the walls, keeping Titans out and are the first to engage the ugly things if they somehow got in; for example, yesterday."

"Hm." She nodded along, feigning a recollection of memories.

"Lastly, we have the Survey Corps or Scouts. They explore outside of human territory, their goal being expansion..." Your voice trailed off as thoughts surfaced your mind.

That was the first instance in which you had felt conflicted on your long term goal. The promise you had made to Stefan and your heart, ringing profusely inside of your head. Though, as loudly as they sang, the orchestra would always have the ability to overpower the choir. In this instance, justice for Stefan would not allow itself to be overrun.

'Besides, journeying outside of the walls is a suicide mission. I won't have a redo of what happened with Cielo.'

You continued, almost mechanically, to feed her information. "They're also the only group of people to have ever come into contact with Titans, until yesterday that is. Although, they aren't very successful in their missions."

"Right, that sounds stupid. I'd much rather train for the Military Police." She spoke.

You curled your legs into your chest, bread still in hand, and tucked your chin into your arms that laid atop your knees. "Mhm." You hummed.

You agreed, it did sound stupid because it was. Suicide missions were stupid.

What could've possibly been worth thrusting yourself into the arms of the angel of death? To ten year old you, nothing. Not anymore, at the very least. Perhaps if you had been asked a month prior, the answer would've varied.

Or, that's what you had told yourself.

But, ignoring one's true feelings has never ended in their favor.

After forcefully shoving the thought away where it belonged, you reached inside of your pocket and slipped out the small bottle you had yet to open. Stefan had always preached that a meal in the company of another made the tastes last longer, and in the face of famine you would gladly share your treat with the girl beside you.

"Honey." You said and removed the cap to experimentally drizzle a small amount on the corner of your meal. Once you had finished, you brought it close to her and wiggled it in your palm. Your eyes, half lidded from exhaustion, stared into her own. "From The Underground, but honey nonetheless. I hear it's a good topping."

"Underground?" She said quizzically.

Your eyes widened slightly at your minuscule slip-up, but you don't allow yourself to panic. She seemed the type to keep secrets. Placing your pointer finger on top of your lips, you whispered, "Secret."

She simply stared at the object in your hands and let your offer register into her mind for a few silent seconds.

"It's not poisonous." You told her in regard to her face portraying hesitance, before questioning your own words. "...I think."

Finally deciding to take the bottle into her hands, she said, "I've had it before, never by itself though."

Intrigued at the possibility of variety, you asked, "What would you usually have it with?"

"It's just some recipes from my old home, I highly doubt that you've ever even heard of some of the ingredients." She replied honestly.

Your eyes fell back into disinterest as you realized that she was correct. Produce from below differed from the produce from above. "Oh. I hope to get the opportunity to try those recipes one day, or at the very least learn about the ingredients."

"You probably won't."

Her honesty was unmatched and you had found a light chuckle erupt from your throat. "You wanna bet on that?" You suggested. She most likely had her reasons as to why she had thought such a thing, but you were never one to back down from a challenge. Not unless certain defeat was promised.

"No."

"Yer weird, y'know that? I've never met anyone like you, but then again I don't interact with many to begin with." You informed her.

You hadn't meant it as an insult, in fact you found a minute part of yourself secretly desiring to be as honest and upfront as she had presented herself. She didn't seem the type to lie to her inner self about her wants or to let herself be blinded by petty emotions such as revenge. She had seemed stronger than that, not letting the shadows in her hollow heart win.

"You're one to talk. It's the first time I've met someone with such a foul mouth." She said while finally drizzling a small amount onto her own bread.

Stefan had always been cursing at the slightest inconveniences — the habit must have clung to you.

Lifting your half up in the form of a toast, you ignored her remark. After a few seconds, she accepted your offer and both of your meals gently met as one.

"What's your name?" You asked as you finally allowed yourself a taste of the treat that had spent the prior days packed away in your sweater pocket.

It tasted exactly how it had smelled, if only slightly more bitter. If you had thought the smell was enough to steal your breath away, the taste had pilfered your soul and warped it into a shape that allowed you to touch the gates of heaven. "I'm definitely a sweets type of person. Wow."

Her expression softened and the corner of her lips lifted slightly. "Me too." She spoke as she bit into her own, and true to her words, she seemed to enjoy her treat. "Annie. You are?"

You found that you quite liked her name, Annie. It was short and feminine, you wished you had thought of that. And as you mulled her question over in your mind, you considered the possibility of crafting one similar as a chance to completely start anew. A clean slate of sorts would have been beneficial to your mental state — not burying your childlike wonder that was on its knees as it implored you to choose an alternate route, something that gave you a sense of personal fulfillment; to not chase after something that would only induce ephemeral joy only to then leave you stranded in the hands of the government.

But then, two faint voices came as wisps to your ears as they spoke the name you yourself had hand picked years ago. The name Stefan had lent a helping hand with. One voice belonging to the blonde boy and the other to the child who had only allowed the moniker to slip past his lips a handful of times. It dawned on you then, that that name was the only thing you had left of your old home. Sure, you possessed Stefan's blade, your sweater, and the bottled honey, but those were all tangible and could be nicked off of you as easy as culling fresh Campanulas. Their voices would not be forgotten so leisurely. At least, that's what you had hoped.

"Y/N. Just Y/N."

The rest of your shared meal was spent in silence, only light ambiance and vague chewing flittered through the air. It was calming, and being in the company of another girl was a highly rare occurrence in your life, but one you could grow used to. Especially if it was equivalent to the obstruction of loneliness in your mind. Annie's presence was a lovely dam for the ceaseless thoughts and intricate bundle of emotions that fought to break through and show themselves. You found that it was simpler to toss that load into your metaphorical hamper, choosing to deal with it later rather than sooner.

Even after you chewed the last of your portions, the static air did not falter and although you focused your own attention on attempting to foolishly convince yourself that metaphorical hampers were foolproof crutches to lean on, your expression spoke of a different tale. Annie noticed the permanent creases etched onto your brows or the way in which your lips had pursed in discomfort.

And those eyes.

Those E/C eyes that seemed hollow, newly hollowed as if they had just recently been abandoned. They were lacking the person that held the twinkle in your eyes, and while the girl could count on one hand the amount of times she had honestly been fearful, the idea of asking had made her so — for she feared that she already knew the answer as to not who, but why they had been plucked from such an honorable position.

And so against her better judgment, she inquired in a fragile voice, "Who were they to you?" She didn't look your way or urge an answer out of you, instead she allowed you a moment to gather your courage and to sooth the the newly acquired wounds as to prevent them from further seeping crimson into a mind that had already been teetering the edge of overflowing.

In a voice that had her ears straining to grasp, you uttered, "My brothers."

Two.

There had been two people blessed with the gift of acting as the light in your eyes. Those dull and heavily lidded eyes that stared into nihility.

She shouldn't have asked, for it was disgustingly ironic.

"How?"

"One, a couple of hours before the attack."

She didn't speak because she knew the next would come on its own.

"The other..." you had started off with some volume that dipped by the end of your statement, "...during." You whispered. There it was.

Monster, is what she told herself.

"He was the youngest out of all three of us."

What a monster. How could you fathom yourself being so cruel? She had asked herself that question countless times before.

"I was only... gone for a minute."

No, you're not the monster. She wanted to tell you that, she wanted to make sure you knew that.

"Then I couldn't find him in the chaos."

Chaos caused by monsters. Monsters that were closer than anyone would've thought.

"By the time that I did, it was already too late. I couldn't find all of him."

Monsters, but with a purpose. That in itself was enough to justify her own actions, at least to herself, and that was good enough for her.

She didn't dare to comfort you because even she didn't have the audacity. She had no right to even attempt to supply a shoulder to lean on, not when she had been the core cause of the extinguished pits that you called eyes. Not when she had held a front row seat and a controller to the prior day's events. Yet even as she held those sympathetic feelings towards you and your people, it was all inevitably outweighed by her vision of endgame. She had already made peace with the naked truth that was what she had truly become.

So instead, in her usual voice that proved difficult to decipher, she said, "Sorry."

Your head kept forward but your eyes slid her way as she donned a near identical void expression as yourself. "S'fine. Not like you killed them. Besides, I'm just one of many." You stated as you fluttered your lashes in an effort to dispel the tears that had gathered on your lash line, clumping the individual strands together.

"And if I did?" She had asked in a voice so devoid of emotion.

Her question had puzzled you and caused a delicate brow to raise, "If you did what? Killed them?" You asked and pivoted your head to face her.

"What would you do to the things that killed them?" She reiterated. You hesitated to answer, eyes softening at the thought of being forced to face the cataclysms that had charred your will to live at one point. Before you could comprehend her movements, her head mimicked your own and her icy stare bore into yours, forcing icicles and frost to form inside of your chest. "What are you going to do to the monsters that ruined your life?" She boldly asked.

You thought of the Military Police officer with sunken brown eyes and you thought of the hollow expressions of the titans - the screams of anguish, the sound of the bullet discharging, the sensation of Cielo's warm blood staining your digits. Rage boiled and bubbled within your core as you were reminded of the goal you had set for yourself, but that time instead of only yearning for a specific Royal Guard's death, your body ached to slice every Titan in existence into ribbons.

Your once soft and puzzled stare turned bleak and brutal. "I'll kill them. No hesitance. No mercy." You stated indubitably.

The last thing you had expected was for her expression to grow even more distant, you didn't think it possible, but that's exactly what it did, only worsening in depth. Annie had once again proven herself to be an unrivaled mystery, just as she would for the entirety of the years you would spend at her side in the near future.

"Very well then, good luck." She uttered and sluggishly stood to her full height. "I pray that we won't meet again, stranger." She told you dourly, forcing your brows to furrow at her phrasing.

She was leaving? A part of you didn't want her to go, though it was minuscule in size. The realization humored you a bit, you thought you ought to be more like Annie in the sense that she seemed to keep herself at a distance by default. Nevertheless, you would never admit those thoughts aloud, "See you later, Annie."

Strangely enough, the first encounter you had had with Annie had left a positive impression which baffled you considering the direction in which the conversation had taken. You didn't see her much after that and if you thought you did, it was merely the ghost of her — as if she had purposely fled before you could have truly confirmed her presence. You thought of her often, albeit sporadically, and wondered how she was dealing with the aftermath. The girl was an enigma to your mind, having appeared headstrong but also as if she had been sending for a cry for help.

Transient visions of her pale blonde hair that she held away from her face which had given you a near perfect view of her gelid irises, paid you visits when the weather began to correlate with the feelings they had given you.

A few days later, throngs of starved refugees were put to plow in the wastelands as a last ditch effort to raise food, but the cold hard ground yielded nothing.

The camp of victims you were apart of were exhausted, malnourished, and still grieving. The inevitable brute truth of humanity had begun to unveil itself once again as citizens became rampant and irritable. At times, it had truly felt as if you were back home, with brawls over basic necessities and curses slewed around if those necessities weren't met. Some camps were worse than others and like always, you had been dealt the short end of the stick; being thrown in with what had seemed like the worst of the worst.

Most tended to stick in groups as it was safer in that way. That left you vulnerable and alone, more than you already were, having had no peers to turn to. You had gotten into your fair share of tussles when you were younger, so any clashes that were thrusted upon you then was what you had considered training for your future cadet days.

A few months in and your physical combat had improved drastically, so much so that you had begun to acquire your very own fighting style. Not only that, but you had also took it upon yourself to upskill your handle on your - Stefan's - blade. You were alone, there was no one left to act as a guide or to nurture you, and you weren't interested in finding someone to fulfill that role. No one would do it as well as Stefan. You were fine on your own for the first ten years of your life, though you had been lent a fruitful hand, you believed you could prosper for the years needed to accomplish your goal.

It was survival of the fittest and at the youthful age of ten, you were surviving.

Word began to spread of refugees of age being sent to reclaim the lost land of Wall Maria sometime in the upcoming year. That had caused quite a panic in you for you feared that in preparation for such event, they would begin to demand verification of identity with the objective of confirming ages. Fortunately for you, very obviously being a minor had granted you exemption. The government had also been lenient towards refugees, or more specifically, orphans. With the assumption that you had had your home destroyed and were left with no legal guardians, that had meant losing most of your belongings — including proof of residency on the surface.

The following year, the remaining refugees old enough to serve in the military were tasked with reclaiming Wall Maria.

Of the two hundred and fifty thousand sent, nearly twenty percent of the population, not even two hundred had returned. Though, while it did nothing to drive back the Titans, their sacrifices did at the very least lessen the effects of famine within the interior.

Year 846

Light mire and snow soiled your pants as you knelt on the ground to pick the weeds off of the perimeter of a barren crop field. Your fingers were slightly stiff from the cold as snowflakes performed somersaults in the air like flower petals in spring.

The frosty weather did nothing to bother you, as unfamiliar as it was to you at the time. In fact, you enjoyed it — a side effect of the deprivation of the seasonal changes in the earlier stages of your life. The others scarcely scattered around you were not so lucky as the temperature had only worked to weigh their drive further down. Fortunately, most of you had worn thick hooded cloaks that buttoned near your neck, allowing protection from the harsh breezes. You would have regularly been seen forgoing the hood part of your clothing in favor of the white powdery substance layered in your hair; stuffy nose be damned.

Goosebumps began to prickle your skin, different from the ones that originated from the weather, almost alerting you of an impending moment. Your head rose and allowed your eyes to scan your surroundings, just up ahead you spotted a rapidly approaching presence.

A familiar face, Lou Meade.

Lou was a man, who you had guessed to be around ten years older than you, with dark tanned skin and perpetually disheveled short brown hair. You didn't have much on him personally, only the fact that he was a sketchy guy involved with an even sketchier business. He never said it outright but gave enough hints for you to speculate that he was spreading around a newly manufactured drug to the refugee camps. You didn't even think he had been an actual citizen of Wall Maria.

You met the man when you had returned his signature pack of cigarettes, the box having had fallen after a physical encounter he had with who you assumed was one of his customers. He was yet another mystery you had stumbled across, though you weren't as eager to unveil him as you were with the previous.

He approached you with such conviction, you nearly feared the soles of his feet would create dents in their shapes onto the soil. Bringing himself in close, he whispered harshly, "Y/N, why the hell was there a Military Police officer asking me if I knew of your whereabouts?"

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words and you pulled yourself from the ground hesitantly. "Wait, who was asking for me?" You asked in a hushed tone.

His eyes had began to inspect the field just as yours had seconds before, albeit his moved in much more of a frenzy. Once he confirmed that he was not followed and didn't attract unwanted attention, he faced you with a slight wince. "I almost shit my pants cuz I thought they were here for my ass." He told you and his wince contorted into a small smirk. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that their actual objective was little 'ole Y/N. I knew you were a delinquent but I didn't know the extent." His tone had indicated that his words were those of praise.

"Lou, who is looking for me?" You asked again as the panic arose in your chest. If what you had heard was correct, then you were in deep trouble.

"An MP is making his way around. The bastard asked me if I had seen you or knew your name. I don't think he actually knew who you were, all he had was a horrible sketch of your face. Seriously, it took me a while to figure out that it was even you." He replied with his hands on his hips, the slight stress returned to his face.

Your breath faltered and you bit your lip in anxiousness, "Fuck, I didn't think they'd find me so soon. Why are they so damn persistent?" Your words were meant for yourself but Lou had caught them as well, the ominous phrasing alarmed him.

"Who the hell did you murder?" He joked, pretty obviously, but your worried state didn't allow you to catch his sarcasm.

"I didn't, Lou... or at least I don't think I did. I didn't beat him that bad. I could've- I wanted to but I didn't, I swear." You whispered to the older man before you, your own eyes darted every which way.

Though he had tried, he failed to suppress his sudden fit of chuckles with a palm. "Holy shit, there's no way." He uttered with a smile and then moved to place a hand on your shoulder. "Listen, don't worry about me or my guys. I didn't say shit and I'll make sure they won't either, I want all the details later though." He reassured.

"Thanks, Lou." You looked towards the expanse trees on your left and deemed it perfect for your next move. "I've gotta lie low for the next few hours at least. I'll be back though... maybe." You told him, your expression uncertain as your fate had still been undecided, and grabbed your basket from the ground to shove it in his arms hastily.

"Don't mention it, you've been a useful extra set of eyes and ears to me so far. Just make sure you don't get caught, kid." He said as he took it and leisurely walked in the opposite direction, as inconspicuously as he could.

Before you took your leave, you verified that no one paid you any heed, they seemed to be busy attempting to complete the entirety of their chores as fast as they could to escape the cold. Once you had deemed it safe to do so, your slow inching towards the huddles of trees morphed into a full sprint.

You ran full tilt into the assemblage of trees, forcing their forms to transform into blurs of green, brown, and white. Your unabating breaths were visible as chalky puffs of air and your hair had grown long enough to slightly flow in the wind behind you. You had yet to cut it and did not plan to, given the only reason you used to go through the process of chopping it off was because you had not been able to properly care for it — but, all the nutrients the surface had naturally supplied you with had bettered your health. Your skin had brightened a small amount and your hair was growing thicker and softer.

When the cold nipped at your nose, you embraced it gladly and allowed it to flood your lungs in a long intake through your nostrils. Your legs had done what they had always done best and gifted you an escape in the form of graceful leaps at full speed. It was always when your legs were used in an impetuous manner that the world had seemed to decelerate for only you, granting you multiple opportunities to properly admire your surroundings.

The fine peaks of the evergreens surrounding you looked to touch the clouds as they bathed in powdery white blankets. Snowflakes waved at you as they spun in the air, besetting the top of your head. Not enough had fallen from the sky yet to completely conceal the ground but many patches littered the blades of grass beneath your feet. The light snow had an effect on your environment and caused the needles of the trees to glisten and sparkle like a million tiny crystals, twinkling when small and rare shafts of sunlight shone through the branches.

Your ears began to unclog and the sound of your rapid steps reached you as well as the whistle of the harsh gusts of wind, and then slight squeaks came next. The sharp chimes reminded you of the young bird you had found in the underground, though they didn't quite match that of a bird's, so you allowed your curiosity to guide your eyes towards the ground.

The sight of a round, brown, and furry animal forced your legs to halt as you inspected its form. It had long ears protruding from the tops of its head and a baby pink nose that wiggled as you inched closer. The tiny squeals it emitted had appeared to be its continuous sneezing as it bowed its head and rubbed its nose with its fluffy paws.

It had reminded you of Cielo, especially so when he would catch colds, the color of the animals nose matching the small boys when he would rub at it too much.

You approached it slowly with your hands clutched to your chest as its eyes landed on you. You sat before the animal, snow crunching beneath your legs, and observed the patterns on its fur coat. The underside and paws matched the polished color of the snow that enveloped your surroundings.

Voice light with astonishment, you uttered, "How pretty." The animal did not appear to be frightened by your presence or proximity, it simply sniffed your palm when it stretched its way. "You aren't scared?" You spoke softly as to not break the spell casted on both of you. As if in response to your question, the being hopped itself closer to your fingers. "How brave. Unfortunately, I don't have anything to give you. Not unless my body heat counts as a peace offering?" You suggested, not expecting the animal to accept your offer but you were quickly proven wrong when it rubbed the top of its head against the soft pads of your digits, in turn allowing you to feel the texture of its sleek coat. Your fingers slid across its sleek coat and slipped under its chin, the warmth from its skin that made its way throughout the fur had brought your soul comfort.

You wished you could have shown both Stefan and Cielo.

The small creature had emitted a faint oink which effectively startled you and forced your arm to retract. Suddenly, the same goosebumps spread across your body, once again. Your ears picked up the light sloshing of footsteps that had seemed to be approaching where you sat and before your body could react, you heard his voice.

"What are you doing?"

It was a male; you could tell so by the tone of his voice which wasn't too deep, so you surmised that it was not an adult.

Finally allowing your body to move on pure instinct, your hands lifted your hood up and over your head and then moved to scoop the animal into your arms. Clutching it to your stomach, you turned your body to face the suspect that had intruded in your moment.

He had looked to be around your age, perhaps slightly older, and seemed to be carrying small logs of wood in his arms, along with an axe strapped to his waist. Stray beams of golden sunlight acted as the match that ignited his features for your inspection. Pale flaxen hair that parted down the middle had embellished the top of his head, the strands were short but with slight bangs that feathered the apex of his forehead, and he had pale skin that appeared soft to the touch, most likely due to his age.

And finally, his eyes.

Simply glancing at them from afar had caused your breath to hitch as a familiar feeling resurfaced your mind and lungs. It was the same sensation you had experienced on the day you fled the underground, when you smelled that strong and harsh but sweet and lovely scent. It engulfed your form and clogged your lungs, suffocating but strangely in a way you didn't seem to mind; in fact it was only what you could describe as: addictive. All the addicts you had come across, either in the Underground or frequent customers of Lou, had sworn that their substances always mysteriously found their way back to them.

You found that you wouldn't mind addiction if it meant that those eyes continued to make their way back to you. They looked like honey pools that turned gold and resplendent in the alike crepuscular light of the sun.

Those eyes had reciprocated your own, dancing across your face in inspection. He himself had seemed bewitched by the shade of your irises and how deep your pupils seemed to go. He felt as if they called out and urged him to take a leap inside to find out exactly how cavernous they truly were. He was sure that if he obliged, his journey would end with his drowning and the color coating his insides as he embraced the experience, because how couldn't he? How could he not accept the warmth it would bring and allow for an end to the violence he was shoved into as a younger child. His own eyes had shifted to the tufts of hair he could descry peeking out of your hood and he noticed how delicate and silky it appeared, even with minuscule snowflakes dampening the strands.

He then looked to your lips where he took note of the way you nibbled on the soft skin in pure concern that he had caused.

With your surveys over and done with, you both spoke simultaneously, "Who are you?"

Your eyes had widened in surprise at the melody of your voices overlapping and, subconsciously, both of your grips had tightened their hold around the things you each held onto.

His eyes, finally drifting from your face, fluttered downward. "If you squeeze any harder, you'll suffocate it y'know." He stated, eyeing the animal in concern.

Breaking out of your stupor, you tilted your head towards your furry friend and loosen your arms entirely. Startled by the arrival of a presence that it did not approve of, it hopped away without a second thought, dainty cotton tail bidding you goodbye in the process. Your gaze followed its path longingly until the very moment it completely disappeared from your line of sight.

A scowl marred your face in displeasure, "Thanks for that." You told him, bitterly, as your eyes drifted back to his form.

"My bad." The stranger said, but the small shrug of his shoulders had conveyed how little truth his words held.

Silence followed after the departure of the animal you had taken a liking to, until the boy decided that he should speak first. "So, what are you doing all the way out here?" He asked, rocking himself on the heels of his feet.

You shook your head to deflect his question and took the questioning upon yourself, "Nothing. What are you doing all the way out here?" You asked defensively.

His brow raised as he glanced at the chunks of wood in his arms, "Chopping wood for fire." He said as if the fact was self explanatory. Stretching his neck and peering around, he asked, "Shouldn't you be at your settlement? Doing work like the rest of us?"

Pulling your hood further over your head as if to hide from his sight, you muttered, "You ask too many questions."

"Well, you look highly suspicious." He countered and then gestured as best as he could have with his shoulders, since his arms were occupied. "With the cloak and all." Considering the number of pieces of wood he had carried in his arms, he did an impressive job. They didn't seem much of a burden to him, if at all.

"Oh, right." You uttered, still not unveiling yourself, not when there was a possibility of recognition. Your gaze landed on where you had last seen the animal you had held, and silence ensued once again. You were at a loss at what to do, would you run? If you did, would he say anything to anyone? You didn't know him at all, of course he would say something, so did you have to threaten him? If so, with what? But he had an axe, what would you do against an axe?

He noticed the location of your gaze and began to feel a slight pang of guilt. Wild animals were hard to keep calm, you had done that but he had ruined it. "That sound she made... it- uh, was good." He said, causing your face to contort in confusion.

"What?"

"The honking noise that the bunny made — it meant that she had liked the way you were petting her." He explained.

Your body had perked up in realization, "Really? How do you know?" You asked, intrigued at the information.

Gentle surprise decorated his face at your sudden interest at his words. "I have experience with them. A friend of mine had a lot of pets when we were younger. Plus, sometimes I see them by the river."

Your, once charred, eyes had ignited at the mention of a river. Your camp acquaintances hadn't mentioned one near you before. "A river? You've seen a river? Is it close?" You asked him as you stood on your feet and inched slightly closer to him.

Visibly startled at the sudden interest, his arms clutched the wood tighter. "Yeah? Have you never seen a river before or something?" He asked and eyed you dubiously, almost questioning your audacity at asking such an obtuse question.

"I have- well no, actually. Kind of. I only saw it for a second and then..." —And then, the river was the farthest thing from your mind. "Yeah..." You explained vaguely.

"Well, this one isn't really a river. I wouldn't say so, at least. It's more of a small lake. It's completely frozen over too, so we've been using the snow as our main source of water for now."

"Holy crap, what does it look like? You said it's frozen over? Can you touch it? How strong is the ice? Does it have a specific scent? What about taste?" You fired off your questions one after the other without halt, your voice laced with faint excitement. It had been a while since you felt anything even resembling that emotion.

He had no doubt wondered why the hell you were so eager about a damn lake, but that did not matter to you. There was a lake near you and it was frozen over. Your imagination couldn't even begin to paint the picture for you, much less how surreal it would look.

He couldn't fathom why, but he grew a bit bashful at the attention, overwhelmed by the weight that his words carried. "I don't know, I've never tried it. And it looks like a frozen lake." He muttered, his voice muffled by the slight pout his lips formed.

Drumming your fingers against the side of your leg, you began to formulate a sound plan to get to the river. You didn't know where it was located, so unfortunately for you, your only option stood before you. "Take me to see the river-lake thingy." You told him, indisputably.

His expression conveyed his skepticism, "Are you telling me or asking me?"

Not without a roll of your eyes, you acquiesced, "Can you take me to the river-lake thingy, please?"

He noticed the way the once leaden flutters of your eyelids had grown to be more distinct, he surmised it to be an effect of your interest in the subject he was so cognizant of. He had no idea why, but it forced him to yearn to venture to the lake-river thingy too. He yearned to please you.

Too bad he wouldn't allow himself to give in so easily.

"No." He answered.

His blunt irrefutable answer had caused you to sputter and gape, "Come on. What'll it take."

His eyes darted away from your own as he seemed to be attempting to conjure a price fit for such a request. "Well... I am thinking of becoming a soldier." His words were slow, as if he were plucking them individually from his vocabulary. As if they were Campanulas in a green field.

You were doubtful at what his declaration had to do with the situation at hand. "Okay, Congrats?"

Hesitantly, as if he was unsure of his own words, he continued, "Yeah, but I still don't know which regiment I would choose when the time comes. Currently, I'm leaning towards the Military Police or the... scurvy core?"

"You mean the Survey Corps?"

"Yeah, that's what I said." He stated.

"No you didn't." You countered.

He emitted a sigh, his shoulders drooping along with his chest. "You know what I meant. I grew up very isolated, so don't judge me."

"Fine." You relented. "So, what? You want me to help you pick or something?" You offered.

"No, I want to know more about our king. As I said, I was very isolated growing up and I haven't really heard much about his recent actions. I want to know who I'll be directly protecting if I decide to become a Military Police officer." He explained.

Puzzled at his request, you asked, "So, you want me to tell you about the king?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice."

Perhaps his strange request should have been a sort of presage for events in the future. Events that you nor your people could have perceived. But it was just that — the naivety to the world and what was to come thwarted your vision, so you deemed it harmless. You deemed him harmless.

"Okay... from what little I know, few people have actually seen him bar the noblemen who are amongst the small circle that are regularly around him. To be honest, he hasn't really done anything groundbreaking from what I can remember. He's kinda like a ghost." You informed him.

He listened intently, soaking in every word you fed him. "So, from what the other citizens of Wall Maria are saying, the government hasn't made a single move against the Titans yet. Do you think they will sometime in the future?" He inquired.

"What would they do? After a hundred years, the closest we've gotten to driving them back is swords and ODM gear."

"Right. So, you're sure that the king has no other way or method to strike back?"

"Obviously, unless they've managed to build some type of futuristic weapon that we don't know about. Which, I wouldn't be so surprised if I found out that were the case, I'm not all knowing. But even then, the person you're thinking of is the Premier. He is the one in charge of all three military regiments." You said, clearly becoming uninterested in the topic of his questions. "Are you done interrogating me, now?"

"Yeah, sure." He relented, which drew a sigh of relief out from you. He then gave you an entire once over, before backtracking on his words and saying, "Actually, tell me why you were out here first, then I'll take you."

Your face grew grim and you hesitated on your next words. You couldn't risk him finding out about the probable warrant out for your arrest, even more so if that included a bounty. He was a stranger that you didn't plan on trusting, so you settled on being vague with your answer.

"I'm... hiding from someone for a bit." You begrudgingly stated as he continued to inspect you, almost as if he were attempting to detect whether your answer was a lie or a truth.

"Mhm, now take off the hood."

"What? I'm not getting undressed for you, none of that was part of the deal." You told him, your arms crossing before your chest.

"I'm not telling you to- it's just a damn hood. You look really suspicious." He told you matter-of-factly. Your dark stare solidified as you weighed your options, his reciprocated, albeit with far less malice. "Just making sure you're not a Titan in disguise." He quipped.

"Fine." You gritted and slowly raised your arms to wrap your fingers around the hem of your hood. The ends of your hair bounced slightly as you unveiled yourself to the boy you had deemed strange, and small bits of snow descended from your head. "See? No Titan here." You affirmed.

His lips pursed beautifully in an attempt to hide his growing smile as he took in your unobstructed appearance. He could finally see the top of your head and less shadows obscured your mellow facial features. "Yep, you definitely don't look like a Titan." He stated.

You scoffed, "Thanks, sir obvious."

His gaze moved to the objects that had still laid in his embrace, weighing his options on their fate, before simply shrugging. "Okay, let's go." He said and sauntered off to his newfound destination.

Allowing the hood to lay behind your neck, you quickly followed after him. "Uhm, you're taking those?" You asked, eyeing the objects in question.

"Where am I gonna put them? Unless you've got a secret compartment in your ass, they're staying right here." He wiggled his arms for emphasis.

"Funny." You deadpanned. "Let me help." You offered, since it was the least you could have done, seeing as he was doing you a favor with seemingly little charge.

You began to reach for the wood in his hold, before he hastily retracted himself from your grasp and turned his body in the opposite direction. "What? No way!" He exclaimed in urgency, he had seemed so appalled by the mere mention of handing you his cargo.

"What? Why? Do you think that I'm not strong enough? I could probably throw you, your height doesn't matter." You defended.

His head shook to deny your claim. "No, that's not- wait, could you really?" He asked, slightly impressed by the idea.

"Uh, yeah. Duh." You said in a faux assured tone. In all honesty, you had no idea.

His head shook again, "Whatever, I would never make a lady carry something while I am fully capable." He clarified with his nose high in the air.

Lady.

Completely baffled, your jaw dropped at his words. Your legs halted their stride, but he paid them no heed and continued his own motions. Once you regained your senses, you arrived hot on his tail to demand answers. "Did you just call me a lady? I am NOT that old."

With just one look towards your face he realized you were entirely serious, of course a young boy like him could have never imagined throwing out an opportunity to satirize. "Really? You could've fooled me." He stated with a straight-laced expression, causing you to scoff at his audacity.

"You're joking. You have'ta be or else you need glasses." You informed him, which in turn caused him to shrug once again. "You do that a lot, why? Your shoulders are gonna get stuck that way y'know." You asked as your gaze flickered from his face to the aforementioned body part. His response was near immediate, the non-stop shrugging motions almost comical.

You hid the way the corner of your lips begged to upturn as you deflected your gaze and rolled your eyes. He returned his gaze towards your form and attempted to do the same as you had with his own grin. "Look, if you really wanna help. Here, you can have these." He said, and you vividly recalled the fact that he had deliberately given you what had looked to be the smallest of the bunch, which you readily accepted with ease and continued on your path with the blonde stranger.

"So, you- uh, come around here often?" He spoke hesitantly.

A soft snort escaped through your chilled nose, "Really? That's the best small talk you could come up with?" You derided.

"Cut me some slack, at least I'm trying to make conversation." He defended himself.

You shook your head, "Well, there's no need to. You don't need to force yourself to talk to me."

His golden irises peeked at your from their corners as he nodded slowly.

"Okay."

The rest of the walk was spent in silence, which you had used as a chance to properly admire your surroundings and he had used as a chance to properly admire you. He had noticed the way you had looked to almost worship every aspect of your environment — from the dark swirls of mud that were mixed in with the white achromatic snow to the keen chunks of icicles that were formed by intense rays of light. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that was the very first time you had opened your eyes. It had confused him at the time, for why was such a heavy amount of wonder crammed into an arbitrary human? Perhaps you were one of those ditzy girls who were fascinated by the little things because of their inability to comprehend. The thought tossed and turn in his mind, until he drew upon that you didn't seem like a scatterbrain. In fact, he had detected that you were the exact opposite.

He felt that if he were to have a glimpse at you and your being, a look into who you were, he would not come across a snowy blizzard in soaring rocky mountains, nor would he find the rancorous storm that brewed within himself. In fact, he didn't know what it was he would have found, all he knew was what it would have felt like.

The sensation of dipping his toes into crisp river water or the feeling he would feel in his soul when his mother used to tuck him in on showering nights when he was younger. It was serene, the calm before his storm.

The delicate way your eyes had absorbed the sights before you; they were not wide in the way wonder would have usually affected one's expression. Your face had been gentle, as if you were at peace in your surroundings.

It had terrified him and caused unforeseen doubt to creep into the crevices of himself. How could an island devil be so tranquil?

You were correct, there had been no need for speaking. It had almost felt natural to simply be in the presence of one another. The boy had found that the vicious storm he kept retained in his body, cowered in the presence of a clear draft. It relaxed and sizzled as if the heavy raindrops were merely miniscule flames doused in cold water. He wouldn't have allowed himself to speak it out loud, in fear it would cement itself as the undeniable truth, but he had enjoyed the short walk spent with you, quite a bit.

The trees began to part by the time you had completed discovering the various aromas they provided. As their branches seemed to almost pull apart the curtains to unveil the sight before you, your eyes danced wildly about the foreign scene. Without many trees to obstruct their paths, millions upon millions of white flakes laid on the ground in a thick sheet of snowfall. The towering narrow conifers parted for a section of a body of water in their center, they stood indomitably, circling around it as if they were knights fortifying a sacred place. As you stepped into the open land, it had felt as though you had entered an entirely different world. A world in which no one else knew of, or even existed in, but yourself.

The air felt crystalline and invigorating to your lungs. You took the opportunity to swallow as many profound breaths as they could hold. A weightless, yet boisterous, laugh escaped your lips and your legs moved on their own, pulling you forward through the snow and towards the solid void.

"Hey, wait up! Be careful!" The boy exclaimed, alarmed at your sudden recklessness, as he did his best to reach his arms out, as if they would have been long enough to halt your sprint.

His shouts reached deaf ears, not even causing you to flinch as you neared closer by the second. What did cause you to halt, was the fine line between snow and ice. You stood at the edge of what was once a small stream of fresh water. Falling to your knees and admiring the gray tint that the ice held, you placed the pieces of wood beside you and drew your right hand nearer to the solid surface.

"I can't believe my eyes." You murmured to your distorted reflection that mimicked your dumbfounded expression.

Dense huffs and puffs flooded your ears as your guide had finally caught up to you. "How are you so damn fast?" He asked as he caught his breath.

You stared at the back of your hand as your palm hovered over the ice. "Can I touch it?" You asked and without awaiting his response, you experimentally dragged the pads of your fingers across the surface.

"Why ask, if you're gonna do it either way?" He grumbled and plopped his carry-ons onto the snow and placed his, now free, arms on his hips in relief.

Then, all of a sudden, you heard faint stomps that originated from someplace before you. As you lifted your head, you spotted an animal, the same as the one you had held earlier. Instead of brown dominated fur, that one wore a full white coat, finished with small black spots near its neckline. It was all the way on the other side of the ice and had seemed to have been approaching from the forest, only halting when it landed directly before the cold surface that separated the two of you.

"They shed their coat during the winter, you know." Came a voice from behind you. You pivoted your head to face him as your gaze settled on his form. He took your curious stare as an invitation to continue his informative speech. "It helps them blend in with the snow better, to hide from predators. Which, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe this isn't such a good idea. Considering we're by ourselves." He said and began to survey the area cautiously.

Lifting a brow teasingly, you ask with a slight smirk, "Ya scared?"

His form visibly stiffened, "No, trust me, I can handle anything these woods throw at me." He assured as he, not so subtly, attempted to make his chest seem larger, which in the end was deemed pointless because of the thick green coat obscuring whatever muscle he had wanted to show off.

"Yeah? We'll see about that." You said as you turned your focus back to the bunny that had begun to sniff at the ground. As if it had determined the journey safe enough, it ventured onto the ice with seemingly no effort.

You gasped as you watched the animal successfully make its way to your side of the frozen river-lake thingy, and then bound back into the thick of the forest. You turned back to the solid surface before you, hastily so, and wondered how stable it truly was.

"I can see what you're thinking, don't do it. I am not going to jump in the water if you end up up breaking the ice and falling in." He warned.

"But, look." You tell him and then drop your ear to hover over the ice, your knuckles knocked against the surface, confirming that it didn't sound hollow. "It must be frozen pretty deep, which means it'll be harder to break." You assured.

"We don't actually know that. And frankly, I do not want to find out." He explained and took a few steps away from the ice for emphasis.

Standing on your feet, your fingers clutched onto your cloak and you said, "Well, I do." And in the gentlest motion your bustling mind allowed, you softly placed the tip of your foot onto the ice. After a few experimental taps did not make the surface budge, you let the sole of your foot lay itself flat against the ice.

"Oh my god. You're actually doing it. You're fucking crazy." He said as his fingers curled themselves into his hair, his gaze piercing your foot.

Once you were ready, you gradually allowed most of your weight to fall onto the leg connect to the foot on the ice. It didn't seem to budge, so you took that as your sign to continue and placed your other foot alongside the other. The ice stayed still under your weight, and you released a breath of relief that you didn't realize you were retaining.

"Fuck, that was kinda scary." You muttered, your chest heaving.

In the midst of his own sighs of relief, he quipped, "You think?" He shook his head as if to dispense the previous feelings that forced him to stress and then held a palm out to you. "Okay, you stood on the ice. You can get off of it now."

You glared at his hand in disgust at the idea, and vehemently shook your head in defiance. "What? No way! At least let me soak this in for a while longer." You told him.

"Your body will be soaked if you don't get off right now. Take my hand." He warned through gritted teeth. You were resting his thinly veiled patience.

"Oh come on," You groaned, "why don't you join me instead?" You offered. He wasn't that much bigger than you, being as you were both around the same age, so you presumed that the ice would be sturdy enough to hold him.

Your question had caught him off guard and caused his hand to scurry back towards his own body. "What? No! I'm not some wierd foreign girl who hasn't seen or felt ice before, I'm good here." He exclaimed.

"Right, you're just a scared foreign boy who doesn't know a good time when he sees it." You teased lightly. Perhaps you did come off as foreign because of how uneducated you had been about the outside world, but his earlier questions had placed him in the same category. "You seriously worry too much. If we hear the ice crack, then we'll jump off or something." You reassured.

"I can have a good time." He corrected, his eyes unwavering in their staring contest with your hand.

'I didn't say that you couldn't.' Is what you had wanted to rebut, but you kept that thought to yourself as you didn't want to lessen the chances of him accepting your offer.

His gaze continued to flicker from your face to your outstretched palm as he weighed his options.

"You can trust me." You told him, staring softly into his honeyed irises. He gulped when he noticed the sincerity in your expression, foreseeing his submission.

His fingers gingerly made their way towards your own, taking their sweet time, until they wrap themselves around yours. His hand was freezing and so was yours, their temperatures matching that of the surface beneath your feet, yet they still seemed to find comfort in each other's holds. You began to guide his body onto the ice by pulling him towards you, and reached out to take his other arm. You took a few steps back to make room as he joined you in standing on the once giant pool of liquid. With both of your gazes trained on the ice, watching intently for any signs of stress, you didn't notice the short silence that fell over your figures.

You were the first to lift your head and consequently got an eye full of sandy blonde hair that ruffled slightly in the sudden gust of wind that passed between your bodies. His own head followed after at the sensation and was consequently met with your face, mere inches away from his own, to the point where your visible breaths mingled together and you couldn't tell the two apart.

You really don't think that you could ever grow tired of staring at the color of his eyes.

Honey will always call your name.

They made your insides feel warm and caused your mind to be overcome by a haze. Although there had still been light snow falling from the sky, the heat from your face had caused the tip of your nose to defrost. Similarly, his own face began to radiate heat, only instead of defrosting his nose, it had seemed to worsen the effect that the cold had on him. The apple of his cheeks, which were once painted a slight, almost invisible, pink due to the temperature, began to tinge a shade darker and form a connection to the bridge of his nose. If someone had walked into the scene you both had been displaying, they likely would have guessed that you were about to begin a waltz by the way you held each other.

Clearing his throat, and effectively breaking both of your trances, the boy was the first to speak. "So. Now what?"

Shortly mulling the question over, your lips began to form a small mischievous grin. "Now..." You started and slowly slid a foot to the side. "-we dance." You informed him.

"We what?" He asked, which you paid no heed to as you yanked his arms one way and thrusted your body in the other, causing the both of you to spin.

Light giggles cascaded from your lips and your hair flowed along with your movements. The young blonde before you tightened his hold and conveyed his freight in yells, the contrasting sounds you had both emitted melted together.

"Relax, see? We're fine, just enjoy the moment." You told him over his screeching, which had not yielded, forcing you to further reassure the poor soul. "Hey, open your eyes." You instructed. His eyes hesitantly peeked open and allowed you to continue, "Calm down. We're sliding on ice right now and you have the audacity to close your eyes." You informed him and gave him an incredulous look.

His eyelids fluttered open entirely and his gaze shot to your hair. There were even more snowflakes nestled into your short strands than before, and the spinning motion that your bodies moved in had tousled them. Your face was framed by front pieces that reached your cheeks and the rest of your head was adorned with tufts that tickled the middle of your neck in a choppy fashion that didn't allow many chunks to stay the same length. Even your long lashes hadn't seemed to escape the snows path.

He quieted down once his heart had calmed the hammering in his chest and he allowed his face to envelope in a smile. You settled the pace of your spins and released both of your hands, causing the both of you to catapult in opposite directions.

"Just slide!" You had yelled in an effort to grant him the ability to hear you. Both of you had ended up in your own smaller spins, with your arms spread for balance, finishing with your grins facing each other.

He eyes had told you that he wouldn't be the first to make a move, so you were left with no choice. You had begun to demonstrate what you exclaimed just a moment before, by gliding to the side... except, your attempt at showing off had backfired and you slipped onto your bum with a coherent 'oof', causing your companion to chuckle in delight.

"Uh-huh, you were saying?" He teased as he stood still, a great contrast to your own form.

Even though you hadn't been moving any longer, you continued to glide across the surface unwillingly. "At least I'm trying." You retorted.

He scoffed and made an attempt at taking a step, only to find the floor far too slippery to do so. He continued to attempt to gain his balance, taking multiple steps that resulted in having to catch himself with another, you giggled at his ungraceful display of running in place.

"You're real light on your feet, aren't ya?" You teased.

"Well, at least my feet are actually moving. How are you gonna get back on your feet or better yet how are you gonna stop sliding, huh?" He said through various huffs.

"Easy-" you said and positioned yourself on your knees. You clumsily stood back on your feet and allowed the ice to move you, waiting patiently until you were close enough to continue, "-I'll just use you." And you latched onto his arm before you could fall yet again.

The extra weight didn't help his situation and he began to properly fall towards the ground. "Wait-" he exclaimed through a laugh and grabbed onto you to steady himself. It seemed as if both of you had the same thought process as you simultaneously thrusted yourselves towards the snow and landed with a puff.

Your pair of giggles intertwined in harmony and drifted through the air of the secluded land you had laid in. What had once felt like a place existing for only you, had now included the person beside you. With the rest of the world closed off, you had allowed yourself to imagine it as such. For the first time in a long while, your laughs were buoyant and carefree. There had been no lingering pit in your stomach weighing you down, the survivors guilt that had caused many sleepless nights had been overrun by the joy of that moment. That small segment consisting of you and that blonde stranger acting like the kids you were and living in the moment. There was no reminiscing on the past or pondering on the future, it was what you had then that carried you forward.

Your sounds subsided after what had felt like hours, which in actuality were only minutes. Laying on your sides, you continued to face each other as you caught your breaths.

After a moment of silence, he asked the question weighing on his mind. "What's your name?"

You hesitated as your mind had raced with reasons as to why you should or shouldn't answer his question. You were reminded of the reason you were out there in the first place, and although the Military Police had not known of your name yet, aimlessly handing it out wouldn't have done you any favors. No matter how much you had enjoyed your outing in the snow with your blonde stranger, you couldn't risk what you yearned to do, for the sake of bringing Stefan justice.

Lifting a finger up towards your lips, you whispered, "Secret."

His brows raised slightly as he blinked, "Does it have to do with the person you're hiding from?" He whispered back.

Using the hand from you held against your lips, you grabbed the hem of your cloak and wrapped yourself further into the cloth. "Yeah." You uttered.

He nodded his head and didn't question you any further, not wanting to push any boundaries. His curious question drew out your own. "What's your name?"

The corner of his lips upturned and he mimicked the earlier movements of your hands, "Secret." He whispered. His actions had caused an airy giggle to escape you as your eyes shut.

The brief moment of peace was then interrupted by a loud yell that originated from the thick of the woods.

"Reiner!"

Both of your heads shot upwards, though for different reasons. Yours, because of the reminder that other people existed in the world, and his because of the recognition of the voice.

"Shit, Bertolt." He muttered under his breath.

Realizing that he knew the owner of the voice, you sat up and got to your feet, the boy at your side followed directly after. "I need to go." You told him as you shook the snow off of your cloak and pulled the hood over your head.

He stared at you and sputtered for a few seconds before he spoke properly. "Yeah, okay. That's fine." He stated, though it was not in fact, fine. He wanted to know your name, or if he would see you again and if so, when? Hopefully soon. It was wrong, so stupid and so damn selfish, he knew that, but he couldn't help himself to yearn for the possibility. Something in him had yearned to see you again.

"Reiner! Where are you, man?"

"Listen, don't answer him until you for sure can't see me anymore. 'Kay?" You told him, already beginning your march through the snow.

"Got it." He agreed before he mustered up the courage to subtly ask, "I'll... uh- see you later, maybe?" He crouched down to retrieve his abandoned logs of wood.

You looked back over at him one last time with a smile and answered, "We'll see. Goodbye for now I guess, Reiner." You told him, with emphasis on his name which you had learned thanks to the mysterious voice.

He granted you one last unimpressed stare before you began your sprint through the woods, leaving his line of sight. Shaking his head in displeasure at the fact that you had now possessed the knowledge of his name, leaving him the only one empty handed, he gathered every last piece of wood into his arms and began to head in the direction he had heard his comrade yell from — he would rather not have to explain the footprints you had left behind to his very smart friend.

"Reiner? There you are! I was beginning to get worried, did you decide to grow the trees yourself or what?" Bertolt fretted.

Reiner waltzed up to the taller boy, now both in the thick of the forest, before reassuring him. "Calm down, Bert. You can last a couple hours without me."

Fun fact: sometimes your voice subconsciously mimics Stefan’s accent. Both out of familiarity and because it’s a coping mechanism. You’ll see more of it later.

#anime #coveholdenmyluv #fanfic #attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #aot #armin arlert #connie springer #honey soaked promises #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot reiner #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #annie leonhart #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction

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Call me "my love" as you use me until my pleas turn to useless babbles <3

#my love #sweetheart #pretty girl #darling #honey girl #honey #sweet girl #has me a soaked mess <3 #choke me and call me your pretty girl #wet and needy

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softquietsteadylove · 4 months

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We need more Thena and jack stories!

Let’s say thenamesh and jacks family go to a big amusement park when suddenly 4 giant deviants attack.

Let there be action and a little drama!

"Do you want some ice cream, Aunt Thena?"

She smiled, prying her eyes open and looking down at the kindest hearted human in all the galaxy. "You should be enjoying it, no?"

Jack twisted his little lips and turned the heaping dish of ice cream around in his hand a few times. "Hm, I think it'll be too much for me to eat by myself."

Thena smiled. She had heard loud and clear the urging by Jack to get the three scoop cup, despite his father's insistence that it would be too much for young Jack. He had asked for the three scoops with the intent on sharing. She leaned and pressed her lips to his hair, "thank you, Jack."

The boy blushed, offering the dish to her.

Thena picked up the spoon and took a delicate bite of the strawberry scoop. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, lots of fun," he mused idly, swinging his feet off the edge of the bench upon which she had been seated for the last hour. He squinted as the light filtering through the tree over them shifted and changed. "Are you?"

This amusement park was a nightmare designed specifically to be her own personal hell.

Jack had insisted she and Gil come with them, though. Jack always wanted them to be included when they went on family outings, and it was endearing to no end. So Thena endured car rides and school functions and the general crowding of city life for her nephew.

He had let her decline to actually go on rides, though. She had found this bench for herself in the shade, close enough to see them but far enough that she wasn't in the depths of the crowds.

"I am," she smiled, and he pursed his lips at her (in the way that she often did). It made her laugh, ruffling his hair again, "so long as you are."

"Well, okay," Jack accepted, taking a scoop of chocolate for himself while she had more strawberry. "I'm glad Uncle Gil is having fun."

Uncle Gil was currently on a ride with Ben which consisted of going through a completely dark section of tunnel on a rickety metal boat at unacceptable speeds.

"I believe he is quite enjoying the experience," Thena smiled even more. She wasn't sure how else poor Gilgamesh was supposed to experience the thrill of a theme park, so she was happy to be part of that for him as well.

"I've tried going on that ride before," Jack said quietly, looking at his black and purple sneakers. "Baba loves it, but it's too dark for me, and I think it makes Dad carsick."

Phastos was better than Thena when it came to automobiles, but it seemed that the accelerated speed and jerky turns of the rides also reduced him to a motionsick mess.

"Then we can enjoy our ice cream together," she suggested gently. If Jack was going to be melancholy for even a moment of his day of fun, she would not have it.

"'Kay!" he beamed up at her, with his teeth becoming less gappy as time went on. According to Phastos, he was in the process of losing all his small teeth and growing new ones.

What amazing processes the human body could endure.

Thena looked around the park. People were mulling around along the concrete pathways. The sun was beaming, but there was at least a breeze to rustle the trees and people's hair. For as little as she had experienced major metropolitan areas, this was by far the most bustling. There were people everywhere, several children crying as loud as they could, the sounds of machinery, of people screaming in joy. It was a lot to process.

She looked around. Something didn't seem right. It was just something at the edge of her mind, but it didn't feel like the beginning of an episode. Although, even then, she needed to have eyes on Gilgamesh. "Where are your fathers?"

Jack watched her looking around, swivelling her head like a bird of prey. "Uh, Dad said he was gonna look up places to eat after we leave. And the ride Baba went on with Uncle Gil is that way."

Thena followed the point of jack's finger to a line of people no more than a kilometre away. She stood sharply, holding their cup of ice cream, "they should be done by now."

Jack scrambled to his feet to join her. He was no longer so young that he was willing to hold hands just for the sake of it. But he was used to the nervousness that existed in her at times. He reached up, tugging at the sleeve of her white dress. "Aunt Thena, are you okay?"

She inhaled. She could feel something in the air. Something familiar, but also distant in her mind. And her Cosmic Energy was crackling inside of her. "Jack, I think something is coming."

"Like," he huddled somewhat closer to her, "bad guys?"

"Possibly," she murmured. She was thinking more along the lines of a horrific creature designed to look like a beast and a nightmare rolled into one. But she gave Jack's hand a gentle squeeze, "nothing will happen to you, Jack."

He looked up at her with wide eyes, "are you gonna fight them?"

"If I must." She would do what was necessary to protect the humans here, most of all, this human child.

"W-What about Uncle Gil, and Dad?" Jack continued, tugging at her sleeve more to dissuade her from seeking them out. "They'll fight whatever it is. You could let them handle it."

Thena stopped in her hurried steps, looking down at the worrisome boy beside her. "Jack?"

His little lip tightened, both of his hands attempting to anchor her wrist where she stood. "Don't go."

Thena's heart ached. In all her years on the planet, she had no experience to compare with this one. She had never felt the desire to turn away from the fight like she did now, just because Jack asked it of her.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut as she knelt down in front of him, kissing his forehead on the way.

She collected his tiny hands between hers. He would grow up so fast, his hands probably becoming larger than her own in no time. He would become a fine young man, then a grown man, just like his fathers. But that could only happen if she used every breath in her lungs to protect him. "I do not wish to leave you, Jack. But I will let the planet split apart at the seams before any harm shall come to you."

Before he could dissuade her further with his big teary eyes and wobbly lip, she turned away, looking through the crowds. A human would have no hope of seeing from their distance, but she picked out the head of her husband in an instant.

He looked their way, already frowning. He knew as well.

Thena scooped Jack up under her arm and jumped. If she moved fast enough she could probably remain undetected. It was a mere matter of dropping Jack at the feet of his father so she and Gil could deal with the danger at hand. "Do not leave your father's side!"

They were gone in a flash. If there were people recording their surroundings, they would look like blurs of motion. And the world was growing increasingly used to happenings like this.

"I thought they were gone," Gil voiced beside her as they ran towards the outer edge of the park.

"I cannot say I'm surprised by anything, at this point in time," she lamented as they skidded to a halt before leaping over the outer fence. The threat was still far enough away that those inside weren't panicked yet. They may be yet able to stop them within the parking lot.

"You two are show offs."

Thena offered no comment to her snarky brother, already summoning her blades to her hands. The bracelets around her wrists tightened around her skin. "You should be with Ben and Jack."

Phastos huffed at her, his rings floating around them with a gentle tinkling of metal. "They're fine. And I am not leaving you two to handle these things alone."

"How many are there?" Gil asked him, needing no further preparation than clenching his fists.

"Looks like four," Phastos looked at the palm of his hand. "And they're big."

"Then we will have to stop them here," Thena declared. She looked at her hands, reminding herself why she was holding weapons in the first place. No matter what, she could not leave this post. What was behind them was far too precious to risk.

"Hey," Gil whispered to her, touching the back of his fist to hers. Their Cosmic Energy sparked and fizzled at the contact. "You're not alone here, okay? Just stay close to me."

She looked at her husband, trying not to think of the last time they had been in combat. She nodded.

"You two take those ones!"

Phastos faced down the two larger ones prowling closer. They looked crocodillian, massive maws of teeth and scuttling legs at their sides. He thrust his fists forward, leashing them together with lassos of energy.

"Gil!"

He didn't need to be asked, grasping her by the waist and launching her up into the air. The flying ones were always the most troublesome. And this one would be capable of flying over the fences and walls and plucking those inside like ripened berries.

Thena grabbed onto its foot, already enough to shifts its balance. She reached up, climbing up its form until she could strike out, driving her blade through the membrane of its wing.

The winged beast roared as they plummeted, crashing to the ground again. Its body was met with the frame of several cars below. Thena tumbled off and away, rolling a few times before scraping her feet against the pavement. She wished she had the durable boots of her armour, but she was in sandals and a light sundress.

"Y'okay, T?!" Phastos called out from holding the other two at bay, with Gil grasping the tusks of the third one.

She didn't bother answering. They would know she was fine by that. It was if she called out them that would mark cause for alarm. She pulled up her blades again, sticking one straight through the underside of the Deviant's 'beak' and through its head. "One down."

Phastos did what he did best - one of several things, to his credit - sending an electrical current through the creatures tethered to him. They writhed in agony. "Finish 'em off!"

Gil tossed away the tusked one's positively mammoth body just to turn around and deliver a bone shattering punch to one of them. It was easy to tell it was effective when the Deviant's eyes exited the cranial cavity.

Thena leapt over the other one, easily landing with her blade pointed down, driving it in similar to how she had taken down the winged one. She was not going to waste time on these things. They were interfering with Jack's fun day. "That one."

Gil shook out his fist after killing one of the reptilian ones, only to look at the tusked one again, which was dragging its front feet to signal being ready to charge. "You ready, baby?"

Thena grinned. She had almost forgotten what a thrill the hunt could be. The battle thrummed through her veins as she took her stance beside her lover. "Always."

Gil focused his energy into his feet, driving them into the concrete and refusing to budge as he caught the elephantine Deviant by the tusks again. "All yours!"

Thena jumped onto one of the tusks as her launching point, twisting and leaping over its head to the back of it. There was quite a hump there, and clearly it was built to b e durable. But she wasn't going to hack at it blindly (who was she, Ikaris?).

The Deviant bellowed as she found the softness where its neck and head connected, and pierced. The creature reared up on its hind legs in one last ditch effort to rid itself of her.

Thena leapt off, flipping over a few times before landing. She'd had her feet out to land, but she found herself in her husband's arms. She blinked at him.

He smiled at her, "one of your sandals is torn, hon. Don't wanna ruin them before we get home."

She laughed; what a sweet Eternal her husband was. She nuzzled and then kissed his cheek as dust and wind rushed around them, signalling the fall of the largest Deviant.

"Seriously?" Phastos rolled his eyes at them, cleaning off his glasses with his shirt collar. "Can we go?"

Indeed, they had to go. New castors were arriving, crowds building. If they wanted even a semblance of a chance of escaping, it had to be now.

Thena sighed, "where is Sprite when you need her."

"C'mon," Phastos motioned to them to follow him, taking a roundabout route closest to the emerging crowds. They could blend in and pretend to be early spectators.

Gil laid his light jacket over her shoulders, "you feel okay?"

Thena looked down at the bracelets around her wrists. Her powers were in check and her mind was clear. She nodded, letting him kiss her cheek as they melded back into the human masses.

"Aunt Thena!"

She blinked, receiving a bundle of human youth hurtling at her. She patted his shoulders, "you should not have run off from your father, Jack."

"Are you okay?!"

She melted; how could she not, in the face of those big puppy eyes? She sighed, letting him cling to her after she had disappeared from his side so suddenly. They continued back into the depths of the park, Ben mere steps behind his son. "I am."

Ben put his hands on his hips as his husband also rejoined them. "Should I expect alligators if we ever go to Six Flags?"

Phastos rubbed his husband's back as they walked towards the other end of the park. "You know we can't go there, babe."

"Why not?" Thena asked with Jack still clinging to her as Gil patted his head to reassure him.

"It's all water," Phastos sufficed to say, and she had to agree. They all sank like stones (them and their semi-inorganic bodies, and all).

"Aunt Thena, will you come to Six Flags if we go?"

This boy--her one weakness! She sighed, "of course."

#Jack and Thenamesh #some action!#Jack making sure Aunt Thena is having an okay time #he brings her ice cream the sweet boy #meanwhile Thena is in hell #listening to screaming kids and in the heat of the sun and already motion sick from the car ride over #but Jack wants to go so she sits and watches #all the other moms sitting and watching are like which one is yours?#she finally looks at them and says that she is thousands of years older than all of them #they're flabbergasted but at least they're not talking to her anymore #Phastos loses it on her but it's not like anyone believes her she protests while rolling her eyes #Ben says oh honey it's fine let Thena have some fun #Gil gets back from the ride #baby it was so fun!#he's soaking wet on either side of him #but he's having fun that's all that matters #Thena takes his damp jacket from him and kisses him #if he wants to walk around in a damp white t-shirt she's not going to stop him #they watch it on the news when they get home #there are only some blurry shots of them from a distance #Phastos tells them they got lucky #Thena does not care #she looks at him after they had a deadly battle like #Thena: why do you not have strawberry ice cream?#Phastos: T we battled aliens today can you have priorities?#Thena: my priority is why there's no good fucking food here #For all I talk about how Kingo and Druig are great brothers #Thena and Phastos are actually peak brother and sister #Phastos: when are you gonna leave my house?#Thena: when you stop being ugly did you order the pizza?

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random ask: what is your absolute most favorite food ever? the one that you wish you could summon at will with no prep required and also need everyone around you to try and also love (but not so much that there's none left for you)?

Russian honey cake (medovik). It's literally heaven on earth. I could eat it forever and never get tired of it. Unfortunately I am also extremely gluten intolerant and can only handle like a small slice every now and then. Also it's mad expensive and idk how to make it at home :(

I could probably look into it but I'm not much for cooking/baking in general if I can avoid it. And yeah, the gluten tutens. Who knows how borked a gluten-free version would be??? My heart just can't take anything but perfection when it comes to Russian honey cake.

#personal #if you haven't tried it: do it!!!#it's so mild and soft but also has an interesting flavor #on account of the sour cream and condensed milk combo #and the honey ofc #and it's got a nice chewey aspect as well once the layers soak in all that sloppy sweet stuff #why did i say it like that ...

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thepatronsaintoffilth · 6 months

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youtube

got me like

#megan thee stallion #cobra #horror honey #those guitar riffs had me soaking through my chair dawg #music

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multifandumbmeg · 3 months

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Going to/living in Korea isn't enough anymore. I need to time travel to South Korea 2009 and experience low-res twinkle effects, blingy flip phones, and downright cosmic amounts of guyliner in person

#Feeling nostalgic #Witnessing seoul during exo's debut era isnt enough #I need to walk onto the set of Boys Over Flowers #Or Youre Beautiful #And soak in that kind of bliss #kdrama #I need to spend way too much om a super junior album #And listen to big bang blissfully unaware and unguilty #And buy honey candy from the singing guys on insadong

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feyburner · 2 years

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Mike and Nacho’s relationship in s1-3 makes me absolutely fucking insane btw like. During the whole thing with Wormald the way Nacho is instantly like [game recognize game] with Mike and knows he’s the one running the shots and then. the baseball card debacle and Mike visiting Nacho at his dads business and giving him the carrot and stick speech while also making it clear he is Not there to threaten Nacho’s family and then. When Nacho wants Tuco killed and calls up the vet and asks for Mike by name bc he knows Mike will get it done and then afterward the moment when Nacho is like “You did a lot to avoid pulling that trigger. Why?” AND HOW IT CARRIES THEM ALL THE WAY TO “YOURE NOT THE ONE I NEED TO HEAR IT FROM……” CHRIST IM SICK IM SICK THEY COULD HAVE . THEY HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL IM GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#the overlap between bcs enjoyers and ‘people who will understand what i mean when i say shizunfucking’ is not huge i think but ohhhmeingott.#tumblrina voice It’s about mutual respect and recognition it’s about honor it’s about fathers (Manuel) and sons (Matty) it’s about #presence it’s about absence it’s about negative space it’s about the bad choice road and the open sky…..#their dynamic is so fucking . god #i think how other people feel about jesse pink man is how i feel about nacho varga except he’s not my soaking wet little meow meow #he’s my right hand arm man my christ figure my lamb my wolf my brilliant burning flame my best friend my silly rabbit my rising angel #and also he honey potted his way into being halfway to a salamanca. good christ.

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alemontarte · 1 year

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plumbing worked, the tiles were set down and hayley managed to find some of the paintings she wanted for her bathroom wall, so she decided to take a long hot bath to get rid of all the dust from the move

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy challenge #postcard legacy generation 1 #hayley brenner #honey and milk soak is best soak

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My favourite pair: himbo-ish Casanova (who is actually quite smart, but doesn’t bother to show that too much) + gentle giant (who cleans bodies after his friends).

Curt fucked up on the field and got a really painful sprain on his foot. Tried to continue the training, but his couch was not having that and send him straight to the nurse room. HB quickly scooped tired Curt into his arms, when the couch was losing their shit from Emerson’s stubbornness.

The only thing that made Curt not bawling his eyes out from prospect of talking with his father about his foot are his favourite food, pain medicine and his boyfriend babying him.

@emersonfreepress I’m leaving the town for family event, so here also a quick comic of crushing!Rohan getting his heart broken by oblivious Honey Blue and Curt being an amused bitch in this situation… damn I think I will name this shitty comic as “Jealous much?”, imagining Curt saying this to stunned Rohan.

Comic is under the cut! (Click on picture for a better quality)

#conspiracy in emerson #honey blue lee #Curt Emerson #c emerson #art?#fan art #mc #interactive story #honey blue smoothering his boy #and Curt just soaking in his attention #tw scars

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coveholdenmyluv · 1 month

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The way Honey Soaked Promises just hit 900 reads on wattpad 🥹 I promise I’m writing 😭💗

Thank you! 🫶

#coveholdenmyluv #anime #fanfic #honey soaked promises #honey soaked promises updates #honey soaked promises milestones #hsp #HSP coveholdenmyluv #aot x reader #aot reiner #attack on titan #aot #honey soaked promises brainrot

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miragemage · 1 year

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anybody got a quick fix for influenza A?

#i'm dying.#i wanna take a shower so bad i smell horrible because i keep sweating so much i soak through my blankets #but if i get all clean and put on clean comfy clothes i'll just sweat through them again #waking up from a night time cough syrup induced sleep just absolutely soaked. not even an exaggeration.#how can one person sweat so much #and the fevers are so painful. it feels like i'm dying every time #please if anyone has any advice. i'm already taking vitamin C and drinking so much water #i'm having a little honey every time i go into the kitchen. elderberry syrup on my dresser i keep taking swigs of #and medicine of course cough syrup nighttime and daytime but it just makes me sleep

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lxnarphase · 3 months

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come and put your name on it ๋࣭ ⭑

special treatment : lap edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru + nanami kento + fushiguro toji + hakari kinji

☾₊‧⁺...cw : cockwarming, somnophilia, dirty talk, grinding + dry humping, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, edging, oral fixation, satoru's silly pet names, suguru being smug, kento being a desperate man, toji being toji, kinji being a bully

✧ g. satoru : sometimes gojo knows he fucks you too good to the point you can't think after, something he brags about to you all the time. but when you snuggle up to him, still stuffed with his cock and warm with his cum, he can't help but run his hands all over you. and when he realizes you fell asleep on his dick, his heart squeezes and his cock throbs hard.

"pretty angel, did you fall asleep? oh, that's just precious...you're making my heart squeeze, i wish i had my phone, you look so cute like this." "did you say my name? dreaming about me? god, you're so precious, i could just fuck you like this...shit, don't fuckin' squeeze on me like that, are you having a wet dream right now? god, i love you so fucking much." "aww, my little mochi is so cute! look at youuu, you're gushin' all over the place. messy fucking pussy too small to keep my cock and all my cum inside you." "mm, fuck, pretty thing. you wakin' up? hi pretty girl...oooh, fuck, d-did you just cum? holy fuck, c'mon, baby, on your back, lemme fuck you, princess, let 'toru make you cum again, yeah?”

✧ g. suguru : suguru's softly cooing at you when you sleepily walk into the living room, whining to him that you had a dream and you wanted him to 'fix the problem he caused.' all he can do is just chuckle at how childish and bratty you can be as his hands are moving up and down your sides while he grinds up into you.

"you're such a brat, you know that right? always blaming me for your dreams. it's not my fault you can't stop thinking about how good i fuck you." "hmm? ooh, i see...you keep having dreams of me cumming inside you, hm? are you trying to say something, princess? d'you want me to start breeding you?" "i didn't say stop moving, did i? or do you need me to do all the work? heh, so spoiled, i've spoiled you absolutely rotten." "i know, but just cum once like this, won't you? if you do, i promise i'll fill your cute pussy with my cum, okay? mhm, promise, princess, i'll give you what you need."

✧ n. kento : nanami loves having you close to him, especially when you sit in his lap. it lets him nuzzle his nose into your neck, pressing little kisses where he can while your legs are spread over his strong thighs, his thick fingers leisurely pumping in and out of your needy hole, chuckling against your skin whenever you jolt.

"honey, have i mentioned how gorgeous you are? you look so beautiful like this...spread open and wanting, just for me." "you're sucking my fingers in so well. look at that...do you think you can take a third?" "it's so messy. look at what you've done to my fingers, honey, they're soaked. clean them off for me, i want you to taste yourself before i put them back in. maybe tonight we can make you squirt, hm? do you wanna try, darling?" "you think you're going to cum again? poor thing, your little cunt is so greedy, she just wants to cum over and over again on my fingers...is my cock not good enough for you, mm? aww, don't pout, i'm just teasing you, darling." "i know, i know, it's too much, but you can take it. be my good girl, just take it and keep cumming until you can't anymore."

✧ f. toji : sitting on toji's lap is, in his mind, an invitation for him to run his hands all over you. his cock is already hard in his sweats, but he's subdued the second you get comfortable and slowly grind against him, groaning when you press sweet kisses into his neck.

"tch, are you gonna let me fuck your thighs t'night? pretty please? yeah, that's right, i'm askin' nicely. why? don't play stupid, doll, you know what they do to me." "shit...keep moving those hips, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good like this." "god, i can feel that pretty pussy leaking through my sweats. big bad toji make you that fuckin' wet, mama? y'like grinding that clit on my dick through my pants? dirty fucking girl." "mmh, you keep tugging my hair like that and I'm not even gonna take you to the bedroom, i will fuck you into this damn couch, woman.” "listen here, wifey, I'll wreck your cunt until you can't think about anything but me inside you. hell, I'll ruin this stupid couch in the process, i don't give a fuck about stainin' it."

✧ h. kinji : when you sit on kinji's lap, it's when he's watching a fight on tv. you can tell it's not going how he wants it to go, the toothpick between his teeth being gnawed on. when you make eye contact with him, he just raises an eyebrow, one of his hands squeezing your hip.

"cupcake, do me a favor and get on my dick before i get up and give us a reason to get a new tv." "hey, hey, don't move yet, let me see if he lands this punch...don't whine like that before i put my fingers in that pretty little mouth t' shut you up." "you always squeeze so tight when i press down on your tongue like this...pretty thing likes that shit, doesn't she? go on, fuck yourself on my dick while you drool all on my fingers like a slut." "mm, shit, baby, i can't focus on that bullshit fight, lemme help you. yeah, thaaaat's it, let your boy fuck you nice and deep, make ya cream, juuuust like this."

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ridingthatd · 4 months

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱

choso, sukuna, toji, nanami, gojo,etc...

contains: fem!reader, heavy smut, nsfw, squirting, peeing, masturbation, kinky, flithy, dirty talk, passing out, rough sex, teasing, hair pulling, etc...

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨:

choso was always desperate for the wetness of your pussy. he always made it clear how much he loved eating you out. how much he loved. craved. sliding his warm tongue against your clit. shoving it inside your cunt. feeling your tight cunt clench around it.

choso knew you weren't as experienced as he was. he knew you weren't flithy as he was. he knew you weren't corrupted as he was. so he wanted to teach you. make you experience new things. he always end up staining his pants with his warm seeds everytime you sit on his face. so innocently. so hesitant.

but as soon as you place your plumpy ass on his face. you start grinding against his pierced tongue. messly. sloppily. stroking your pussy on his face. coating every inch of it with your sweet honey. but choso wanted more. he wanted to not only feel the tightness of your wet cunt. but he wanted to also feel the tightness of your little ass.

it started innocently at first. he would gently poke your tight hole with his nose as you grind against him. his lips were busy with your puffy pussy. while his nose was slowly stretching your ass. slowly making its way inside of your tightness.

"choso i-" you sob feeling his warm breath on your ass that was soaked with your own juice. you couldn't form a word because choso was already attacking you with his pierced tongue. sliding the cold metal.

"shhh let daddy fuck this tight little hole with his nose" he whispers into your ass cheek. hitting into it. before he dives back in. not giving you time to process what he said. he was going crazy at the idea of taking your virgin ass with not his cock. but his nose. would your ass be so tight that it would bleed? bleed just from having his nose in?

he was huffing like an animal in heat. grunting as he eats your pussy. wet sounds that he made while eating your cunt was filling the room. he was gulping. drinking. every inch of your pussy. getting so drunk on it. "fuck baby- i love your pussy fuck i love it" he groans as he stares at the rednees and puffines of it. spreading your folds with his fingers. before directly shoving his pierced tongue in.

he whimpers as he slowly start grinding his nose against your tight ass hole. eyes rolling at how tight it was clenching. his rough hands were gripping your ass. spreading your cheeks wide. your eyes widen as you realize what's he's trying to do.

"daddy no! it's dirty- ah" he whine out feeling him tearing his nose into your ass. while his tongue was still shoved deep inside of you. you tired to move your plumpy ass away from his hold. but he growled. warning to not take his meal away.

your ass was on fire as you feel his nose making it's way in. choso was in heaven. his fat cock was painfully hard. throbbing at how tight you were. it was hard for him to breath but he didn't care. nothing is gonna stop him from enjoying his meal.

you tremble against him. the feeling of being stuffed. the feeling of having something shoved inside your tight ass. it all simulated it you so much. "choso- ah! no more! no more! im going to pee!" you cry out. trying to escape his grip. but he wouldn't let go.

excitement buzzed through his whole body at your words. he grips your hips. and hold you up then shove you back down on his nose. forcing you to hump it.

and you couldn't hold it back anymore. screaming before you slump down. hot stream of your squirt shooting directly inside his mouth. it was dripping down his neck. choso was shaking. groaning. as he starts drinking every bit of your warm liquid. locking his mouth on the pee hole a bit down your clit.

he soon realized you passed out. but he didn't care. like he said nothing is going to stop him from enjoying his meal.

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧:

sukuna knew you were a needy little slut for him. but he never knew you would go this far. he never knew you would go as far as tieing him up on his office chair because he wasn't giving your pussy any attention.

"you flight little whore" sukuna growls out as he stares at the way you start undressing your self on his desk. slowly revealing your wet pussy. placing your ass on his cold desk before spreading your legs. giving full view of how desperate your pussy for his fat cock was.

"if you untie me right now. i might show some mercy to your desperate little pussy" he whispers as he hungrily stares at the way you swipe your fingers against your puffy clit. while you slowly pinch your perky nipples. staring at his cock that you freed out of his pants. it was hitting his abdomen. already so hard.

you giggle. "who said im going to untie you? you have been so mean to me" you pout. "so im going to be mean to you too" you grin staring at his dark eyes. eyes that were ready to devour you. moaning out as you shove one finger in. then two. staring at the way sukunas cock start leaking. dripping down his heavy balls.

the sounds of your fingers fucking your wet pussy filled his office. the smell of your wetness passed through the air. hitting his nose. has him clenching his jaw painfully. once he sees the way your body starts arching your hips. the way your pussy clench so hard around your fingers. the way you were making a mess on his desk. your juice dripping every where. he lose it.

he groan out before he snaps the pathetic of a tie you had on him. standing up his office chair. and rubbing on the red spot the tie left. your eyes widen. and your movement halt as he makes his way towards you. he roughly picks you up. and bend you over his desk. not giving you enough time to process.

he shove his hard cock inside your pussy. causing you to scream. he doesn't stop. thrusting inside of you without mercy. the desk was shaking from the force. "isn't this what you wanted? huh?" he darkly questions. grabbing your hair into his rough hands. pulling it back. forcing you to look at him.

it was so painful. so painfully good. he was gripping your hips. forcing you to match his movements. leaving harsh bites on your neck. you can feel his spit dripping down. his balls were smacking against your ass. creating a loud sound echoing through his office. you wanted to pee so bad. you wanted to let it out so bad.

"fucking cum slut" he growls in your ear. fastening his movements. you can feel his warm breath hitting you as he exhales harshly. this all drives your body to shake. giving out on the desk. as hot wetness streams down your thighs. sukuna can feel it. he knew it. you peed through your orgasm. he groans. it was so dirty so filthy. the warm wetness hitting his balls. soon enough he was emptying his balls inside of you. painting your insides white with a last thrust.

maybe he discovered a new kink.

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨:

nanami wasn't shy about what he wanted. he wasn't shy or embarrassed about describing to you. in details. what he craved. what he needed. he was blunt. which always seem to catch you off surprise. you could be cooking breakfast for him. moving around in the kitchen.

just to turn around and catch a glimpse of a shirtless nanami. shirtless nanami with his pants loss. leaking cock out. as he stroke it. watching you. admiring you. as soon as your eyes move toward his fat cock. he whimpers beating it faster. swiping his thumb on his leaking angry red tip.

"baby..." his voice was deep and husky still tainted with sleep. "I liked what you were doing with your hips.." he whimpers. tugging on his cock harder. your mouth days out. because you knew when he acts like this it meant something.

"nanami". you beathed out against his swollen lips. hearing his heavy breath coming out. you swallowed once his hooded lids lifted just enough to look up at you. " lie down for me". he does with no hesitation. making his way toward the couch in the living room.

you lazily climb up his body. placing your thighs on either sides of his body. cagging him in. before you push your hips up. and slid your already soaked panties off. slumping down your wet pussy on his abs. causing him to hiss through his teeth.

you could feel yourself growing wetter and more eager as you made it down to the top of his chest. his heart was beating rapidly you could feel it on your pussy, like a jackhammer thudding behind his thick pec. the feel of the beat of his heart against your pussy almost made you melt. he was barely keeping it together, controlling whatever that was trying to break free inside of him.

"baby" he breathily moaned again when you placed my lips around one of his flat nipples and sucked gently on it. when you scraped your teeth over it, he hissed through his own and squeezed you hips tightly. "baby!" he groans out once he feels you grinding your pussy against his abs. rubbing your wetness on him.

and he does something that has you on the edge. he cums. he spurts his warm liquid against your ass. hitting your pussy. he came just from having his nipples played. you moan out before you start grinding faster on him.

using his cum that hit your pussy as a lube. it was so sloppy. you wanted to halt your movements because of the weird feeling that was starting to build inside of you.

but nanami didn't let you. he grabbed your hips. and forced you to continue. your body trembles. before an unfamiliar sensation of hit stream leave your cunt. landing on his chest. and a part of his neck. nanamis jaw was wide open. so aroused at the sight of your pee dripping down his nipples.

and he cums for the second time untouched.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

toji would always get what he wants from you. simply grabbing you. and bending you over the kitchens counter. before he free his rock hard cock. and shove it up your warm cunt. he didn't care. you were his as much as he was yours. he would mind not even one bit if you use him whenever you were horny. grinding on his thighs. as he humps it up your pussy. giving your relief. even while you're sleeping.

he wouldn't bother to wake you up. having you naked under the blankets. he would throw his boxers on the other side of the bed before he joins you. slipping his thick cock deep inside your warm cunt.

"shhh go back to sleep baby, let daddy enjoy this pussy" toji coo at your sleeping figure. and you gently close your eyes. hearing you soft snores again. "such a good girl for me" toji mumbles against your neck while slowly lowering his hand from your belly- to your underwear trailing soft circles on top of your underwear.

he can feel your sweet little pussy throbbing under his hand- such a sweet pussy even through confusion your pussy is still so eager for him. he flickes your underwear up and slide his hand under- his groan is muffled by your neck, as he suck on it leaving a redish purple mark covered with his drool behind. he can feel how sticky and warm you were plusing under his touch- clenching around nothing so ready for one of his long fingers to slide right into your warmth.

gentle circles on your clit- you let a whimper, you let out the sweetest whimper he ever heard. it made him go crazy because it finally hits him. he's making you his. he's making you feel good. he's touching your pussy. so warm so sticky so wet, he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips against your ass basically humping your ass while fingering you.

he goes faster. more aggressive- you couldn't help the loud whine that left you. clear warm liquid gushing out of you, coating his finger, he starts to hump you faster he can practically feel his percum soaking through his boxer.

you squirt all over his hand, clear liquid gushing out of your pretty pussy- toji couldn't believe it, but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth and letting all the squirt go directly into his hand. just to place it back into his mouth. it's like he's drinking out of a holy fountain of a goddess, and this sent him over the edge- white hot cum spurts out of his angry dick and lend on your thighs.

your body was shaking, you could barely keep your eyes open after this. the only thing you heard before falling into deep sleep was "rest because we're not done yet".

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮:

gojo he was a messy eater. every time you observe the way he eats. it seems like he didn't have any manners. he was a messy eater. especially with the way he ate your wet pussy. spitting on it. letting his spit land directly on your swollen clit. before he start devouring his feast. lapping on your wetness- and his wetness.

his cum that he filled you with a second ago. he seems to have a habit of filling your womb with his seeds. and as soon as it starts spilling out of your pussy. he would fuck it back in you with his tongue.

he wasn't ashamed to go out. showing his messy face that was still coated with your wetness. he would go as far as eating you out on his office chair. telling the maids to bring his favorite dessert to him- which was you. everyone already knew what he meant by that. you would come over with a flushed face knowing whats going to happen. gojo would grab you and place you directly on his mouth .

letting you grind on his tongue that was shoved deep inside of your pussy. while the maids were still there. standing. staring at the floor. not daring to look.

it wasn't surprising for him when you let out your hot stream in his mouth. while he's enjoying his mean. it drove him more mad. having you shaking and begging him to stop. embarrassed about it.

but as you said gojo didn't give a fuck. he enjoyed that shit. he craved it. in fact he wouldn't stop till you pee all over him. squirt all over him.

he wasn't satisfied until you do. he wanted it more and more and more. every day. every minute. every second.

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