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#i swear in my mind I remembered this as emerald and then I watched it back like “WDYM IT ISNT??”
technobladeisgreat · 1 year
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Phil: I like the cold
Me, a normal emerald main: Because the cold is with Techno, where home is ;__;
Source: Phil’s Feb 22 2021 Stream
Transcription under the cut
[Transcript Start.
Phil: We could get big fancy. Just- brrrrr. (reads chat) “Fireplace”? No, I like the cold.
(TTS overlaps saying, “I’ll get my own dream SMP. with black jack, and hookers-”)
Phil: *laughs*
(TTS in the background continues saying, “-actually forget the dream smp”)
Phil: I like- I like- I like the cold, chat. Yes. I enjoy it.
(TTS says, “Genuinely though, the house is so cute”)
Phil: Thanks, mate.
Transcript End.]
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somebluemelodies · 1 month
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almost gave up on writing this bc all my progress got deleted over a couple weeks ago but i am nothing if not determined (read: a stubborn shit) so i finally came back to rewrite cross-posted to ao3 here :>
As a kid, Roier was obsessed with the sea. He loved everything about it. Including the merfolk.
Every book about mer and their lore he could get a hold of, he read. They fascinated him to no end.
It's why he's never trusted the Federation. Why he never told his abuelo about his fascination. Roier knows what they do to the mer they capture.
His abuelo is a long-time Federation officer, and he remembers overhearing many a work-related discussion at night when he was younger, or reading his classified documents when he wasn't home.
The Federation "studies" mer, asking people that if they ever see a mer, to report the sighting to an officer. And by that, they experiment. All under the guise they preach to the public of "studying" them.
(Deepsea mer get it the worst. Labelled as aggressive, human-killing monsters, the Federation has made everyone fearful of them. Roier pushes everything he's ever read about a captured deepsea mer to the far back of his mind.)
(Surely they can't be that bad, can they?)
When Roier was old enough, he took off to live a life on the sea. A pirate, if you will, because that's what the Federation calls everyone smart enough to not conform to their overbearing ways. And he's been thoroughly enjoying his life ever since.
As it stands currently, he and the rest of the crew - friends, really - have been docked for a few days now for reparation and selling purposes. He tries to ignore the fact there's a plethora of Federation officers wandering the town, with a base of operations just outside of it, and instead spends much of his time wandering up and down the beach.
It's what he's doing this late afternoon. About to walk past a cave, a slight glint in his peripherals has him glancing into the mouth of the cave and freezing in his tracks.
Roier finds himself staring at a mer, who appears to be tangled in a net. Their tail almost looks black, but under the light of the sunset, he realizes the scales are actually the deepest emerald green he's ever seen. Looking around to make sure no one - no officer - is watching him, he slips inside.
His boots in the shallow water catch the attention of the mer, whose head snaps up at the sound. Piercing blue eyes almost seem to glow in the dim light, glaring daggers at him, and Roier freezes, holding his hands up. "I just want to help! I'm not here to hurt you or something. Can I help you?"
(Can the merman even understand him?)
The silent question is answered by the snarl on the mer's face gradually dropping, followed by a hesitant nod. His eyes continue to follow Roier closely, though, who tries to mask his surprise at the fact he's just been comprehended by a mer.
Kneeling next to the mer, he's able to make out more detail. Most notably, a bunch of scars, be it a long, thin one stretching across the bridge of his nose or the sheer amount littering his arms.
(It looks like there are more on his torso, but his arm is covering the lower half. Alarmingly, Roier swears he sees red underneath, too.)
(One step at a time.)
Roier pulls out his dagger, and starts the process of carefully cutting the merman free from the net. While doing so, he notices one signature detail of the net.
It's white.
"Did the Federation try to capture you?" he asks, sparing a brief glance up at the merman's handsome face. "And you managed to escape?"
(Focus. Focus.)
The mer nods. Roier sighs. "Fucking hate those guys, man."
He perks up a bit, as if to say "you too?" and the pirate offers a small smile in turn. But it fades after a moment. "I know what they do to you guys. It's not fair."
Silence befalls them, save for the slicing of his dagger against the net. It takes a bit, but he's finally able to pull the netting off of the mer and toss it off to the side.
The mer looks some semblance of thankful, although it turns to a grimace when he goes to move his arm that's been wrapped around his stomach this whole time, and it resumes its original place.
Roier frowns. "You're hurt. Let me see."
He doesn't move his arm, though, and it takes Roier gently prying it away so he can inspect the damage. Doing so reveals some type of stab wound, but from what, he isn't quite sure. It's not life-threatening, that much he also knows, but it's certainly bad enough to warrant concern.
(And he's very concerned.)
But he quickly realizes yet another problem. Said problem being that he has no medical supplies on him. Granted, he could go back to the ship for some, but that means either running into another member of the crew or worse... someone else stumbling upon this mer.
(Is it worth the risk?)
"Okay, bad news," he speaks up again. "I don't have any supplies to help you on me, but I might be able to--"
Roier is cut off by watching the mer reach for a satchel he didn't even realize the latter had. "Oh, shit-- Do you have your own supplies?"
The merman nods, but before he can take out any of the supplies on his own, the pirate is reaching out to take the satchel. "I can help you again," he offers. "It'll be a lot easier than trying to fix yourself, you know?"
He seems surprised by the offer, but holds out the satchel after a few moments, watching him with a look Roier can't quite decipher.
(Apprehension? Fondness? Incredulousness?)
(All he knows is those bright eyes are a lot less scary than they've been made out to be.)
The patching-up process takes a little longer than the untangling, and Roier has to light up the lantern he brought with him now that the sun has set, but he finally finds himself wrapping the mer's torso, sitting back slightly on his knees to inspect his work. "I think that should do it. Just... be careful, okay?"
Another nod, and Roier takes another few moments to study him. Between the glowing eyes and the scars, the slight rips in some of his fins, thinking about his initial attitude...
"Are you a deepsea mer?" he asks after a beat.
The mer freezes, watching him closely and seeming to scan him for any signs of hostility. Roier only looks back at him, though, making no subtle movements, and he finally nods slowly.
Roier hums. "I figured. But for all the Federation talk about you guys being ugly monsters... you look like the opposite." The merman looks stunned. "You're... very pretty, you know? Handsome."
(Beautiful, even.)
It's his turn to be surprised when the mer smiles for the first time. A relatively small smile, but one nevertheless, and it's one that makes something warm start to bloom in his chest, everything feeling just a little fuzzy.
The mer then picks up his satchel again, rummaging through it until he pulls something out. He grabs one of Roier's hands, holding it up and gently placing something smooth in his palm before closing his fingers around it.
(Roier mourns the loss of the brief contact, and then immediately mentally kicks himself in the ass for the fact.)
("Please be careful, okay?" Another nod.)
With the high tide coming into the cave, the merman is able to start making his way out with relative ease, sparing a brief glance back to Roier and waving before disappearing under the water with a glint of emerald under the moonlight.
For several moments, he stands there in silence, processing. And then, he looks down at his hand, opening it.
A sizeable piece of dark green sea glass rests in his palm, and he can't help the smile that etches its way onto his face.
The pirate carefully pockets it, and, on his way back to the ship, can only hope to whatever god is listening that this isn't the end, but only something just beginning.
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ficsforeren · 2 years
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Shadow Kiss
Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader
Genre: Vampire AU, Roommates AU, Smut, Fluff, Comedy
Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis and making thirst trap videos on TikTok for a living.
Warnings: vampire sex, drunk sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking, swearing, alcohol consumption. 
Word Count: 18K (I'm sorry, he's such a diva in this fic, I had to include a lot of his crazy antics 💀)
I'm very proud to announce that this is my first collab with Nokky from @rainbuniart! Thank you for the amazing drawing, baby. I can't wait to see your Vampire Prince Eren fanart next 😍😍😍
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Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on a daily basis.
You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence a secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t identify them as a threat. You perceive things similarly. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can coexist in peace. That’s what you believe.
So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the unbelievably hot guy who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greeting each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen anyway? He’s too cute to be a serial killer. Which, you realize soon enough, was poor, terrible logic on your part.
But you twist open his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.
So clearly, you did not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you did not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for, umm, research purposes). And you most clearly did not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, paying no mind to the hot, crimson liquid that taint her bare shoulder, and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.
So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:
Oh shit.
“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your apartment. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by a pair of red, glowing eyes. You remember precisely that your neighbor, who you assume is in his early twenties, has a pair of emeralds instead of rubies. But perhaps your mind is playing a trick on you because, by the time you blink, they change back to green, only this time, they look darker than the night.
His brunette hair is long enough to cascade down to his shoulders, seeming unbelievably soft and silky as it frames his strong cheekbones. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in a haste with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is to care). And his abs… Let’s not talk about his abs, you mentally slap yourself, knowing that you could make a whole PowerPoint presentation to inform the world about how perfect they are. His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his V-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.
Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh, so you’re saying you're not a vampire who was drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck a few seconds ago?”
He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”
You retract your hand, giving him a formal nod. “Cool.”
“Cool?”
“Yeah, as in, no problem.” You nonchalantly shrug. “You've got a kink. I understand.”
“No, I mean—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, somewhat dizzy from your reaction. “Why are you so calm about this?”
Your forehead creases in confusion. “Would you rather have me freaking out and tell our landlord that you’ve been spilling a maiden’s blood on his carpet?”
“Well, no, but—” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Also, I’m a professional. I don’t leave stains.”
Your eyes drift down to the carpeted floor underneath him, stained by a few droplets of crimson. “Sure, you don’t.”
The man, catching your gaze, turns flustered. “That was from last night. I was in a hurry.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I haven’t spilled anything today.”
“Congratulations, I’m impressed.” You clap your hands twice, face blank. “Well anyway, I guess I owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment without permission and disturb your…” You scratch your cheek, attempting to find the right word. “Late night snacking time—”
“Oh, God.” He rubs his palm over his face but before he can protest any further, his lover is calling him from the inside of his room.
“Eren, baby, come back to me. I haven’t cummed yet.”
You stare flatly at him, trying not to look as judgmental as possible but most likely failing terribly at it. “She sounds nice.”
He mirrors the look on your face. “Yeah, well, she tastes nice.”
“Ugh, too much info there, buddy.”
“No, I mean, her blood, not her—” You’re not sure whether vampires can blush but this one surely seems like he can. “Why did you even come here again?”
“Oh, that’s right.” You recall. “This is completely cliche and I wish I could provide a better excuse but I was making coffee and I ran out of sugar. Do you have some I can borrow? And maybe some cream?”
“Seriously?” It’s supposed to be a sarcastic response, but when he sees you nodding your head, he adds, “Do I look like I drink coffee in my spare time?”
“You spend eternity without drinking coffee?” You gasp, laying a hand on your heart. “I feel sorry for you.”
“Leave. Please.”
***
On the next evening, you find yourself crossing the hallway and knocking on his apartment door again. Knowing how patience has never been one of your virtues, you spin his doorknob after your third knock. Like last night, it’s unlocked with a click so you invite yourself in, calling his name.
“Jaeger, are you here—”
“I really need to fix that stupid lock.”
The sound of his voice startles you when he suddenly walks into view, but not as much as the sight of him with a towel hanging around his neck. His long dark hair is pushed back, dripping water to his bare chest. You know you shouldn’t look but that’s exactly what you’re doing, following those droplets as they slide down his navel, soaking the towel he has wrapped around his waist.
He notices you’re staring and he lets you take as much time as you want to marvel at his body. When you come back to your senses, bringing your eyes back to his face, he tosses you a small smirk, “So, how was it?”
“How—“ You clear your throat. “How was what?”
“The experience of running your virgin eyes over my god-like abs.”
You cough once but other than that, you succeed at keeping yourself reticent and unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So, you’re fine seeing me with human blood on my face but completely left in shock when I’m half-naked?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You sound like a robot with the vocabulary of a toddler.
“You do know us vampires can tell when you’re lying, right? We can hear your heartbeat.”
Fantastic. “Oh, yeah, that’s right.” If acting nonchalant doesn’t work, it’s time to bite back with sarcasm—that’s always been your motto. “Because you totally heard me walking into your apartment last night.”
“That—” He clears his throat. “I was… distracted.”
“You mean you were too horny to notice.”
“You—” He let out a harsh breath, perhaps a habit he invented to make him seem more human? “Are you going to visit me every day? ‘Cause I’m gonna have to file a complaint if you are.”
“Can’t I greet my neighbor?” You sweetly ask, batting your eyelashes.
He snorts loudly but walks away, throwing himself on the couch. “Seriously, why aren’t you surprised about this?”
“About you being a vampire? Or about your God awful taste in women?”
“Yeah?” He mocks back, making a face. “As if your boyfriend Armin Arlert is any better.” When he sees you tuck your chin, seemingly mortified, he snickers. “Enlighten me, Princess. How does it feel to have a lover that can only last for one minute during—”
“Okay, I’ll take my words back. Everything. Can we move on, please?” You try to yank yourself back to your normal state, even when you feel downright ashamed. “So, this vampire thing. How long have you been a vampire?”
“Long enough.”
“How old were you when you first turned?”
“Young enough.”
“How often do you drink human blood?“
“Often enough.”
You glare at him, earning a sly grin in return. “You’re not taking me seriously, are you?”
He sends you the best solemn expression he can manage, even when his lips are itching to form a smirk. “Serious enough.”
“Right, okay, I’m leaving. Have fun being an asshole for eternity.”
But the second you pivot in your heels, Eren is already on the other side of the room. His superhuman speed startles you, almost knocking you off your balance. Closing the front door, Eren leans his back against it. “Now, now,” he croons, tilting his head, “You come in as you please, uninvited. You don’t think I’ll let you go just like that, do you?”
You raise an eyebrow in question. “What do you want?”
“I think it’s something that we both want.” He steps closer, his husky voice turning smooth and alluring. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
You gulp, suddenly becoming nervous. He’s an arms reach away, and then closer, and closer until you can feel his cold fingers tracing against your cheekbone. He lifts your face, locking his striking green eyes with yours and you swear, you see them glow.
“I’m—” You can feel your breathing stutter. “I’m not giving you my blood.”
“But it’s not blood that I want from you.” His eyes are hooded, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this lately, so much that I could barely think about anything else.”
Your heart is a ticking bomb inside your chest. “A-about what?”
He pulls back his lips, showcasing a pair of white fangs that petrifies you at once. He dives his head, the tip of his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and he whispers.
“About our rent. Do you want to move in together so we can split the rental fee?”
***
It’s both ridiculous and dumb, his offer to move in together for cheaper rent, so it’s even more ridiculous and dumb when you agree to it. Several reasons make sense, actually—at least, to you anyway: 1) your neighbor may be a vampire but he’s super hot and although that doesn’t make everything okay, it does make his offer sound incredibly tempting, 2) your landlord is going to raise the rent in the following two months, 3) your part-time job’s salary can only cover so much of your living cost and you have no savings whatsoever, 4) if you can ignore the fact that he brings random girls at night for midnight snacks, he becomes much, much more attractive.
Of course, there are risks to think about as well. Sharing a place with another person can be a hassle, so you can only imagine how problematic it would be to share your home with a vampire. What if he loses control? What if he gets too thirsty and starts drinking from you instead?
You swallow hard. The thought of it is actually kind of… sexy.
Armin. You mentally slap yourself in the head. You have a boyfriend, you idiot. Stop having a crush on your damn neighbor.
But it's not like there is anything serious going on with Armin, is it? You guys were just lab partners in high school, went on a couple of dates, had a terribly awkward first kiss, had a heavy make-out session with him ejaculating under one minute when you dry-humped him on the couch of your living room and that’s it. You like him, he likes you, but yeah, nothing serious.
“My apartment or yours?” You ask Eren after a week has passed by, the second he opens his door for you. “Your apartment is bigger, but mine is cleaner.”
“Whatever you want, Princess,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t mind as long as we can split the fee.”
“Yeah, why is that? You’re running out of money?”
His smirk instantly falters. It takes him a few seconds before he answers in chagrin, "Yeah."
"You've been alive for what, centuries? And you're still broke?"
Your judging tone makes him tighten his jaws. “Well, it’s not exactly easy for vampires to get a job these days.”
“You literally have superhuman skills.”
“Well, you guys have technology!” He throws his hands in the air, absolutely disgusted with the word by the sight of it. “And the Internet! Sure, I can run pretty fast, I have super hearing and super strength—hell, I can see in the dark too but these fucking technologies can do literally everything I’m capable of—and everything I’m not capable of—with only a few clicks! Do you think that’s fair? For me, an eight hundred-year-old vampire, to be pushed aside like this by a goddamn remote? And what is that thing you guys do on your phones where you dance to random songs and do things like taking off your shirt— ”
“You mean TikTok?”
“YES!” He exclaims dramatically with his head thrown back. “I fucking hate that thing! Back in my days, we needed to use flattery and gold and gifts to win a lady’s heart—not me, though, have you seen this face?” His cocky smirk returns for a few seconds to make a point before he starts raging again. “But look at them now! They just took off their clothes and they got hundreds of girls saying, Mmm, Daddy, spit in my mouth and call me a whore—how is that fair?! I also want to spit in a girl’s mouth and call her a whore without having her file a restraining order against me!”
Never in your life would you have thought that you’d see a vampire complaining about TikTok’s thirst traps with his cheeks puffing out in anger, but here you are. “Do you need a hug?”
He’s still pouting but he weakly shrugs. “Yeah, okay.”
“There, there.” You give him a pat on his back as he leans down so you can reach his height. “I’ll teach you how to make a thirst trap video someday, how about that?”
He nods like a child. “Promise?”
“Promise.” You pull away, squeezing his shoulders. “Don’t worry, you’ll get through this. So, about moving in together. Shall we talk about house rules and stuff?”
“Sure, but before that,” he sweetly smiles, opening his door wider for you. “Come in. I won’t bite.”
It’s something about him using that poor choice of words with that teasing smirk on his face that makes your stomach feel uneasy but you nod and let yourself in. As he closes the door, he adds, “Unless that's what you’re into.”
“Getting my blood drunk by a vampire?” You scoff, trying to steady your racing heart though he can probably tell already. “Why would it be something I’m into?”
“Well, my ladies surely enjoyed it,” he chuckles and you secretly think to yourself, yeah because you’re fucking hot, that’s why, but you keep yourself ignorant on the outside. “But if you’re ever curious,” he coos, eyes gleaming as he snatches a hair tie from his wrist, pushes his bangs back with one hand, and ties his hair up messily in a bun. “I’m down anytime you want.”
You shudder, but from disgust or excitement, you’re not sure. “Thanks, but no thanks. So, house rules?”
***
It turns out to be shockingly easy to share an apartment with an undead creature of the night. Your source of information regarding vampires is from the collection of your young adult supernatural novels, ranging from something serious like Interview with The Vampire to something mediocre like The Vampire Diaries, and something absolutely ridiculous and downright outrageous like Twilight. So it’s not really surprising when your first assumption of vampires are dead people who look unusually pale but strikingly attractive, have constant frowns on their faces as they brood over literally everything that’s happening as if they’re constipated all the time (they’re not since vampires don’t have that bodily function anymore) and kill people in their spare time by sucking their blood dry.
But Eren isn’t like that at all. At one point, you have to remind yourself that he’s a vampire who's lived for 845 years and not a brat going through puberty.
Because Eren isn’t pale, his skin is tan as if he was kissed by the sun when he has been hiding from it his whole life. It’s smooth, unscarred, and almost golden under the fluorescent light of your apartment.
He’s not heartless either. He cried (he wouldn’t admit it but he did) when he watched Hachiko, even when the dog owner was still alive and well. He kept shouting to the screen, “Bad shit is going to happen. Bad shit is going to happen to the dog—look how cute that dog is—look just how fucking cute he is—he doesn’t deserve any pain—if this dog dies by the end of the movie, I will combust!" By the end of the movie when the dog died (oops spoiler alert), Eren was bawling his eyes out, coughing and choking and everything. At one point, he even said, “Fuck, I feel like I’m about to throw up my intestines.”
“Chill, dude. It's just a movie.”
“THEY SAID IT WAS BASED ON A TRUE STORY, YOU COLD-BLOODED WITCH!”
So the thought of him killing someone by sucking their blood dry? Seems very unlikely.
And he’s not broody or angry all the time. Yes, Eren has quite a temper, but he’s extremely playful and annoyingly mischievous. He keeps his stock of blood in empty bottles of red wine and places them inside the fridge with a handwritten note that says: “It’s really just wine, Princess. I bought some as a housewarming gift. Come take a sip.” You did, once, out of curiosity, and from that day on you promised yourself that you would never trust his words ever again for as long as you live.
Being a monster, he should’ve been the cause of people’s fear, but in reality, Eren gets startled easily by a lot of things—even the things that shouldn’t scare a baby. You will never forget the day when a loud crash came thundering from his room, two seconds before he came barging into yours, screaming, “THERE’S A COCKROACH FLYING IN MY ROOM!”
“And what did you do?”
“I THREW THE TV AT IT BUT THAT FUCKING THING STILL LIVES!”
“What?! But that’s our TV!”
“IT WAS FLYING TO MY FACE AND I PANICKED—WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”
Even a butterfly that sneaks in from the window makes him jump on his feet. It was cute the first two times it happened, but seeing how he keeps on throwing random things—your phone, included—to keep the bugs away, you probably should start adding another house rule.
Speaking about rules, they’re pretty basic. It’s settled that you’ll both do your cleaning separately. No borrowing things without permission, no spending too much time in the bathroom because although he doesn’t need to go to the toilet, Eren enjoys drawing himself a warm bubble bath for hours. He'd do the most cliche things too, like putting Michael Bublé’s songs on speaker, taking a sip of his ‘red wine’ and calling it the perfect “Bublé Bath.” Now, you might think he would look fancy when he does it. His beautiful long hair grazing his shoulders; the colorful bubbles (yes, he’s using rainbow bath bombs) doing a poor, poor job at hiding his God-like body; his tongue running across his lower lip to wipe the blood before it dribbles down his chin, maybe even a sight of his fangs peeking out behind his devilish smirk. H-O-T. But it turns out that’s not the case.
Imagine walking into the bathroom to find a vampire chilling inside your tub, his legs draping on the edge, his fist curling in the air as if he was holding an invisible microphone in his hand. He'd have his eyes closed as he belted out his high notes, passionately singing, "Let me go homeeeeeeee" as if he was auditioning for a lead role in Mamma Mia. This is what you have to deal with every Sunday morning.
And you’re fine with him bringing girls over to your place as long as he does his midnight snacking in his own room. You were against it at first, but then you figure that you’re going to have Armin in your room from time to time too (your date night is cheaper this way) so you really don’t have the right to forbid him.
But man, if only you could take your words back.
Because when Eren said his ladies surely enjoyed it when he drank from them, you didn’t think that they would enjoy it this much. And you didn’t think that drinking blood from a human equals having sex with them all night long.
The sound of “Aah, yes, fuck me just like that,” and “Bite me again, Eren, please, I want you to bite me just as hard as you fuck me,” can be heard coming endlessly from his bedroom whenever he brings a girl over—sometimes even two at the same time. You have to plug your AirPods into your ears to tone down your suffering, blasting the volume to the max until you can literally feel your ears turn deaf. Even when you’ve pulled your pillow over your head, you can still hear them. Your apartment has excellent sound-proofed walls so your neighbors don’t really hear the loud screeches they’re making, but for you who sleeps in your bed just across the living room? A living hell.
Fortunately, it doesn’t happen every day. It doesn’t happen every week, even, since he always keeps some stocks of blood in the fridge.
“Did you take this blood from those girls?” You grimaced one night, as you opened your refrigerator to slide in your leftover and noticed three huge bottles of red wine filled up to the brim.
He laughed, waving a hand. “Of course not, stupid. How could I even do that in the first place? I bought some blood bags from the hospital, obviously.” He was sitting on the couch before but when he delivered his next line, he suddenly stood behind you, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. “And just in case you’re wondering,” you could feel his smirk grazing your earlobe. “I only drink directly when I want to have sex.”
The heat was spreading almost immediately to your cheeks so you hid it by throwing a punch to his stomach, which he easily dodged. “Still,” you complained, “There’s blood in my fridge.”
“Hey, I never complain when you keep your celery juice in there.” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t eat or drink human foods, but who the fuck drinks celery juice?”
***
Eren is also quite passionate and it shows whenever he talks about something that he likes or intrigues him. It’s nice to have someone to fill the silence, moving from one random topic to another, never letting an awkward pause stretch out for too long. But he can also be exceptionally annoying when you have some paperwork to do and he’s bothering you because he’s bored out of his mind. He’ll start pestering you with questions—unimportant questions—like, “If you only have one eye, are you blinking or winking?” Or “Why is it that when you are sleeping it’s called drool but when you are awake it’s called spit?” And the stupidest of them all, “Why did Superman wear his briefs on the outside of his tights?”
And you’ll eventually start to lose it, throw a pillow to his face and yell, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
But by the end of the day, it’s really fun to have him around. Not just because you can secretly enjoy the sight of him coming out of your shared bathroom with only a towel hanging low around his hips, but also because he’s a vampire and you can spend your time doing actual research about it.
“So,” you began one day after the sun had sunk below the horizon and he crawled out of his room with the biggest bird’s nest on his head. You had a romance novel on your lap, your fingers running through the pages. “Are you like an actual vampire or are you the romanticized, somewhat gay vampire they usually depict in books?”
“Well, I’ve been with a few men before but I still prefer women better.” He took a seat beside you on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table. You kind of just stared at him, not exactly judging his words, just… bewildered. Noticing the look on your face, he added, “When you’ve lived for a century, you gotta learn how to keep things interesting, even if that means having a dick in your mouth.”
“That’s…” You swallowed. “Not exactly something I want to imagine.”
"You've never had a dick in your mouth? That's sad."
"I meant, imagining you."
"Oh." His devilish smirk returned. “You should, though. Try picturing me with your boyfriend Armin for a sec. Don’t we look cute together?” You had to look away when he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just had to. “Actually, I don’t care what their biological sex, gender, or gender identity is,” Eren shrugged. “As long as they’re pretty and not hairy, I’ll sleep with them.”
“You’re okay with all genders but you can’t handle pubic hair?”
“No, I meant, hairy. Like a werewolf.”
“You’ve slept with a werewolf?!” You gaped. “I didn’t know they even existed!”
“Yep, not doing that again.” He shuddered at the memory. “I had fur in my butthole because of that.”
“You know there are things you can share, and there are things you should bring to your grave. That last one is the latter.”
“Sorry, can’t do that. You see, I don’t have a grave.”
He didn’t have one, true, but you were so tempted in making one for him right then. “So, these vampire books you said you read,” Eren went back to the previous topic after cackling for a whole ten seconds at the aggravated look on your face. “How do they depict us exactly?”
“You’ve never read one?”
“Have you ever read any books about humans written by vampires?”
“Fair point. Well, it said that vampires couldn’t see themselves in the mirror.”
“Myth,” he replied, leaning his head against the couch. “I can see myself in the mirror and I like seeing myself just as much as you do whenever I come out of the bathroom.”
You almost choked on the cinnamon cookie you just ate. “Excuse me?!” You coughed, eyes starting to get a little teary. “Who said I like looking at you?”
“You don’t?” The way his eyes twinkled made you a little bit weak. A puckish grin grew apparent on his face. “You sure about that?”
You cleared your throat, flipping another page of your book. “Next question,” you continued, ignoring the soft laugh he emitted. “Do garlic, holy water, and silver scare you?”
“They don’t scare me,” he clicked his tongue, vexed by the way you composed your words. “I just don’t like them.”
“Right, so that’s a yes. Do you have to be invited in to be able to enter someone’s home?”
He ground his jaw, bitterly muttering, “Yes.”
“Can you read someone’s thoughts?”
“No, but I can tell how they’re feeling through their heartbeat.” His eyes were boring into yours, lips curving upward. “Like you, for example. I can tell that whenever I’m around you, your heartbeat runs just a little bit faster.”
You glanced away, rubbing your nose. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Ah,” he showcased his perfect marbled teeth as he grinned knowingly. “Just like that. Your heartbeat is increasing again. Are you lying to me, Princess?”
“You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“Speaking of that,” you immediately said, knowing it was the perfect chance to avert his attention to another topic. “Can you charm someone?”
“With these looks?” He gestured to his entire body. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” But when you started scowling at him, he added, “But if you’re talking about mind compulsion, yes, I am able to do that. I can erase and alter people’s memories, even controlling them only by making eye contact.”
“That sounds pretty convenient.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like doing it.” The sudden change in his attitude left you frowning. He seemed pensive as he fixed his gaze on the ceiling. “I’ve done that many times in the past and I didn’t—” He released a sharp breath, as if talking about it reminded him of something that he loathed about himself. “I hated it.”
You tilted your head to the side, curiosity gnawing at your chest. “What… did you do exactly? If you don’t mind answering.”
His jaw tightened, seemingly conflicted for a couple of seconds before he forced himself to smile. “I do mind, actually.”
“Oh, umm… Sorry.” Eren, like everybody else, had secrets he wished he could keep to himself. And that was fine, you should respect his privacy. But seeing how he had no problems sharing everything else with you made you wonder even more, even slightly worried. Did he trick people to give him their blood? You mused. No, if he only did that, he wouldn’t look this distraught. A hint of dread crawled up your skin. What if he did… something worse? What if he—
“What are you brooding about?” He lightly nudged you with his elbow, tittering. “Relax, I’m not gonna use compulsion on you. Hypnotizing someone to get what I want just doesn’t sit right with me. I want to feel a connection, you know?”
You could tell how much he wanted you both to act casual, pretending like he didn’t say anything weird. Deciding to honor his privacy, you dismissed the matter for now and went back to your regular teasing. “So doing one night stands with vampire groupies is the perfect way to earn that connection, I suppose?”
He had his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he grew both irked and amused at your comeback. “You really know how to attack someone’s pride, huh?”
“Part of my charm,” you mimicked him with a nod. “Okay, next question. Can you die with a wooden stake piercing your heart?”
He rolled his eyes. “Everybody dies with a stake in—what is this, an interrogation?”
“Do churches—”
“Okay, Princess.” He closed your book, his smile stretching widely but it wasn’t enough to reach his eyes. “I think that’s enough. My turn now.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, not entirely pleased with the way he just suddenly changed the direction of your conversation. “What do you want to know?” You indulged him anyway.
He tilted his head, propping his elbow on his thigh, fingers tapping against his cheek as he rested his chin on his palm. Gazing at you intensely, he asked, “Are you a virgin?”
It didn’t take even a split second for your cheeks to turn warm. “T-that’s—What kind of question is that—”
“Ah, so you are.” His smile grew a bit larger, but you weren’t sure whether he was entertained, aroused, or just excited to mock you about it. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me a lot lately? Because you’re curious?”
“For the last time,” you emphasized, though your heart was hammering against your rib cages. “I wasn’t looking at you. I never—”
“You’re adorable when you lie,” he snickered, a lopsided grin painting his face. “Your heartbeat sounds like you just did a marathon. Are you okay?”
You threw your book at him, successfully wiping the smirk on his goddamn perfect face before you raced back to your room.
“Ah, she’s really cute.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you slammed your bedroom door behind you.
***
For a vampire, Eren’s presence is as blinding as the sun, always managing to lift your mood whenever you’re too stressed out about your college assignments or drained from your part-time job. Of course, he’s also the cause of your stress more often than not, but whenever you get into a fight with him—usually because he’s so disorganized and you’re too obsessive to keep everything in order—it doesn’t last long and it always ends up with him making you the best dinner you’ve ever had to compensate for his actions, even when he’s not the one at fault.
Eren doesn’t consume human food but he makes the best cuisine you’ve ever tasted in your life. And the sight of him wearing your apron with his bangs tied to the side using your hairclip is really, really something to behold—which is weird because that obviously doesn’t scream sexy in any way, or masculine even, but it never fails to make your stomach somersault in delight.
“Dinner is served, Milady,” he says, laying down a plate of Spaghetti Aglio e Olio in front of you, making you gawk at the sight. “And it’s special because it contains a lot of garlic—seriously, like a lot. I had to put some gloves on and everything.”
“You’re an angel.” You nearly cry and it’s not an exaggeration. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”
“Well, I haven’t really thanked you for covering my rent last month so…”
“It’s fine, you can pay me back later.” You take a hold of your fork, moistening your lips in anticipation, and wasting not a second longer before you dig in. When the cheese melts inside your mouth, you almost moan in joy. “Oh my God, this is so good. I love you.”
He chuckles, suddenly standing behind you, leaning forward so he’s right next to your ear. “Yeah? How much?”
You raise your silver spoon in the air and he immediately leaps to the other side of the kitchen, startled and terrified out of his mind. “Hey, that’s not cool!” He barks. “I thought we'd talked about this!”
Rolling your eyes at him, you take another spoonful of the dish. “Man, you should really make a job out of this,” you comment. He only cooks whenever he feels sorry for you for going through a hard day—whether it was because of him or something else—but if that’s what it takes to have this magnificent cuisine enter your mouth, you don’t mind suffering more often.
“I really should, huh?” He takes a seat on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling a few inches in the air. He ties his hair up in a bun like he always does, with a few strands of his baby hair falling to his temple. “I’m really running low on money.”
“I thought vampires were supposed to be rich and, like, noble.”
“You’re confusing us with Aristocrats.” He grieves. “I used to be filthy rich, actually.”
“And now, you’re like this. What happened? Did you get robbed?” You chuckle to yourself but he’s not laughing. He’s doing that thing again where he turns pensive, his lips squeezed tight as if he was trying to keep his thoughts away from morphing into words. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny.”
“It was kinda funny.” His little smile returns, albeit a bit forced and awkward. “Do you think I can get a night shift at a restaurant downtown?”
“Oh, I actually know a place. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
“Like on a date?”
You almost drop your fork. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”
His cheeky grin is contagious but you’ve become a master of handling your expression. “I just like seeing you turn all flustered,” he confesses. “Have I told you how cute you are?”
“Today? Not yet,” you mutter as you munch on your food. “Yesterday? Approximately two hundred and thirty-five times.”
“Then I’ll try to break another record today.” He throws you a wink.
“Shut up and let me eat in peace, please.”
***
“Eren.”
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop posting a goddamn selfie every ten minutes!” You almost throw your phone to his face but since it’ll be a waste, you decide to throw your shoe instead. “I didn’t teach you how to use Instagram for this!”
Eren easily dodges every single thing you’re flinging at him. “Didn’t you tell me to promote my cooking skill? That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“How does this—” You show your phone’s screen to him, almost smacking him in the face with how fast and hard you’re doing it. You slide your thumb over his Instagram feeds, showing more than fifty different pictures of his close-up face (and he just made that account two days ago, Jesus Christ). “—promote your cooking skill?!”
“But, look,” he guides you, clasping his hand around yours so you’re both holding your phone. He taps from one picture to another. “This is me holding a spatula. This is me boiling water and this is me pouring barbecue sauce—”
“Oh my God.” You almost yank every hair out of your head—or out of his head. “I follow more than four hundred people and all I can see on my timeline is your damn selfies!”
“Correction, my damn cute selfies.” He pecks your cheek. “You’re welcome, Princess.”
But all jokes aside, it actually works. His adorable (and hot) selfies—no matter how bad you hate to admit it—are attracting more followers each day that by the time a week has passed by, he has gained more followers than you have (and you’ve had your account for three years, shame on you).
And in the following two months, he gets his first endorsement deal.
“I can’t believe this,” you say, gaping as you stare over his shoulder to take a glimpse at his phone’s screen, shamelessly reading his direct messages. He’s getting an offer to become a brand ambassador for this little bakery that has a cover photo of a lady with chubby cheeks baking cupcakes. “I can’t believe there are people crazy enough to hire you.”
“Hey, privacy!” He immediately stands up from the couch, covering his screen with his palm. “I could’ve been sending nudes!”
“You’re sending nudes?”
“Well, not my nudes.” He rolls his eyes.
“How is that any better?!”
“Look, I’m busy. I got a gig.” He grins proudly. “I’m on my way to becoming a celebrity, babe. Do you want my autograph now before it’s too late? I could sign your bra if you want. I mean, I’m totally down if you want me to sign your tits, but if you ever think that could be awkward—”
You smack his head with a spatula.
***
“What are you doing?”
You question the vampire the second you push open your bathroom door, catching him in the middle of lifting his shirt in a slow, sensuous manner as he casts a sexy smirk at his camera. He sighs at your presence, yanking his white wifebeater back down before he picks up his phone. “I’m making a thirst trap,” he explains, not even sparing you a glance. “People have been begging me to join TikTok so I made one last week and now I’m trying to reach a thousand followers by Sunday. I only need about a hundred more.”
“By making thirst trap videos?” It’s more like a statement than a question. The disgust in your voice is apparent but he plays ignorant.
"Obviously,” Eren says, tapping his thumb against his screen. Snickering, he adds, “They call me Daddy now.”
“God.”
“I won’t call myself a God, but,” he chuckles, hurling a flirtatious wink. “If that's how you think of me, sure. Also, what do you know about OnlyFans? They want me to make one too.”
“Kill me. Just kill me now and end my suffering. Please.”
“Stop being so dramatic.” He snorts. “Hey, recommend me a song for my thirst trap. I want one that makes me look like I’m the filthiest whore in town.”
“You already look like the filthiest whore in town.”
“Aaw.” He’s flattered. He’s actually flattered. “Thanks, babe. You too.” He puckers his lips, making a kissy face. “Now, enough with the praise. Let’s go back to this. I’m thinking about using Britney’s Gimme More but—”
“Oh my God, Ren, a cockroach!” You point a finger at the marbled floor, shouting as dramatically as possible.
“FUCK—WHERE?!” The second he’s distracted—yelping like a little girl—you jump on your feet, snatching away his phone. “Hey, what are you—”
Dashing toward the front door, you shout back, “I’M BURNING DOWN YOUR PHONE!”
“WHAT—GET BACK HERE!”
***
It’s your first date night after passing nearly half a year without contacting Armin due to him going overseas for his student exchange program, and now that he’s back, you’re nervous for various reasons.
First, you haven’t told Armin you’ve been sharing a place with a guy.
Second, you certainly haven’t told him that this guy is a vampire.
Third, you absolutely in any way cannot tell him that you’ve been secretly crushing on this guy while your boyfriend was away studying.
And last but not least, you know that if anything happens tonight, whether it ends up with you fighting with Armin or finally losing your virginity to him, Eren can hear every single thing.
So you barge into his room, hand laying on the front of his bedroom door as you push it open. “Eren.”
Like always, he’s laying idly on his bed, head almost dangling on the edge of it with his smartphone in his hands. “Yes, baby?”
You sigh, rubbing your temple. “How many times should I tell you? Don’t call me that.”
“You’re not my baby anymore?” He fakes a loud gasp. “I am shocked.”
“Armin is coming over tonight.”
His movements stop abruptly. “I didn’t realize you were still with him.”
“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He’s been nothing but sweet to me.”
His eyes lose the mischievous spark he usually displays in them. “And yet, you keep drooling over my body. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”
“I never—” You exhale loudly, throwing your head back. “I’m not going to have this conversation again. He’s coming over tonight to have dinner—”
“But you’re a shitty cook.”
“By dinner, I mean take-outs,” you admit your defeat. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a favor.”
“Princess,” he calls, turning over to his stomach so he can face you without having to see you upside down. “I know I said I wanted to make things interesting, but having a threesome with you and Armin? So suddenly like this? Don’t you think it’s gonna be a little awkward between us? I barely know the dude. You should at least tell me what kind of person he is, whether he likes action movies or romantic ones, whether he blames someone else when he farts—I need to know him before I have his dick in my mouth.”
Talking to him gives you headaches, you should’ve really come prepared. “Are you done?”
“Do you still want me to continue? Okay, well—”
“Shut up, please for the love of God, shut up.” You know you should take your leave before he starts yapping again. “Look, that super hearing thing you have? Can you turn it off just for one night?”
“Sure thing. Click,” he says, snapping his fingers near his ear. “Done. Now I’m deaf.”
You flatly stare at him. “I’m serious.”
“Whaaaaat? I can’t heaaaaar youuuu.”
“Eren!”
He groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s not like my ears have on-and-off buttons I can just switch, okay? What do you want from me?”
He’s right, there’s nothing you can do. “Then, can you leave the apartment for the night?”
He opens his mouth wide, hand going to his chest. “You’re kicking me out of my own apartment? This is heresy!”
“Eren, please!” Great, now you’re stomping your feet like a child. “I just really need some privacy for tonight.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get laid, aren’t you?” He raves mockingly, but his eyes are somewhat cold. “Seriously? With that guy? I think you could do so much better, Princess.”
Vexed, you jeer back, “Yeah? And who do you have in mind? You?”
You’re not sure whether it’s your words or the way you say them that makes his blood boil but his eyes suddenly turn darker, almost glowering at you. It only happens for a second or two before he switches back to his happy-go-lucky self, so you’re not sure if you even see that clearly.
“Well, it’s not my business, is it?” He casually chirps, smiling at you again although something still feels off. “Don’t worry, I won’t eavesdrop on you two. I have a lot of kinks but voyeurism isn’t one of those. You won’t even notice I’m here.”
“You…” Something feels really off with the way he’s acting. It’s like he’s visibly upset but trying to act nonchalant about it at the same time. “You’re sure?”
“You have my words.”
“Okay then.” Whatever it is, you figure you can deal with that later as you’re running out of time for your date. “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.”
As you shut the door behind you, turmoil starts to fill your chest.
***
Your date with Armin is going well. It’s going so well, even, that you end up lying on your bed, perfectly naked, lips swollen from his kisses. He's hovering above you, both breathless and speechless at the sight of your curves, his sapphire eyes shifting from one spot of your skin to another.
And unfortunately for you, he is also clueless.
Armin has a packet of condoms in his hand, and no matter how embarrassing it is for you, you already have your legs spread on the bed, waiting for him to… well, do whatever it is he’s supposed to do. You always thought that it was okay for you to be clueless about sex because guys usually take the lead, right?
Wrong.
“Okay, wait, let me just—” Armin’s fingers are trembling due to anxiety. His poor, innocent mind cannot handle being so painfully turned on and awkwardly embarrassed at the same time. Your boyfriend has always been awkward with literally everything, which kind of makes him adorable but it does not come as cute—not in the slightest—when he’s doing the exact opposite of what he's supposed to do. Somewhere deep in his mind, he probably knows that he’s supposed to tear apart the package sexily with his teeth, put the condom on within seconds, and thrust into you as painlessly as possible. But in reality, what’s currently happening is he's trying to catch the condom that flew out in the air after he managed to tear the packet apart with his shaky fingers. He then progresses to try putting on the condom for approximately fifteen minutes while flinching several times when he accidentally slaps the elastic band against his cock.
The whole thing is a fucking disaster (no pun intended) and all the passion, desire, and arousal that you once felt swirling in your stomach vanish in an instant. And when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, it does, because being a virgin himself, Armin doesn’t really know where to, for the lack of better words, put it in.
“Armin?”
“Y-yeah?”
“That’s my asshole.”
So with a reassuring (fake) smile, you lay a hand on his chest and gently push him backward, trying not to wince in shame when you suggest, “Maybe we should stop and try again some other time?”
You two dress back into your clothes in silence and after you escort him to your front door, Armin tries to kiss you at the same time you’re leaning in for a friendly hug so it ends up with him knocking his teeth against your forehead.
When he’s gone, you close the front door with a sigh, pressing your spine against the wooden surface as you soothe the pain on your temple away with your fingertips. It doesn’t take long before Eren peeks his head from behind his door. Noticing you’re alone, he steps into the living room, leaning against the wall just a couple of meters away from where you’re standing.
“So,” he begins, acting casual with his hands neatly tucked inside the pocket of his jeans. “How was the date with—” He suddenly bursts out laughing, one hand holding his stomach as he nearly tumbles down to the floor, cackling like a mad man. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but holy fuck, did he really put it in the wrong hole? Oh God, this shit is just beyond me, man.”
With your shoulders slumped forward, you walk back into your room, trying to gather back the pieces of dignity you have left.
***
“You know what I should do?” Eren asks with a game controller in his hand. To stop him from making fun of you and your terrible incident with your boyfriend, you’ve borrowed a PlayStation from your cousin. Even though he claimed that he despised technology, Eren is actually brilliant when he puts his mind to it. It doesn’t take more than two hours for him to master the game, already adapting to every button of the controller, even manages to land a few high scores in the last ten minutes. He used to prefer to live in the old school way, but that soon changed after your influence.
“Pray to God for forgiveness so He won’t send you to hell?” You offer, as you take a seat next to him on the carpeted floor, crossing your legs with your eyes staring idly at the screen.
“Cute, but no.” He clicks some buttons aggressively, trying to reach yet another high score. “I should become a historian. I mean, I’ve seen things happen with my own eyes—the first world war, the second world war, the worst of all: the birth of Donald Trump. Hell, I was even besties with Jesus at one point.” He sneaks a glance, but seeing no reaction coming from you, he juts out his lower lip in disappointment. “It’s cruel that you don’t indulge me with my jokes these days.”
“Oh, you want me to respond? I thought you just liked hearing yourself talk.”
“Heeeeeey,” he hisses, leering at you. “I know you’re hurt that your boyfriend tried to butt-fuck you but don’t throw this all on me.”
Oh my God. “Right, then let’s try this.” You have no choice but to please him this way before he destroys whatever is left of your pride. You do a quick search on your phone, throwing a random question from what you found in the article. “Who led our country in 1950?”
“Easy. The guy with the bald head. No, wait, is it the skinny one with the huge mole on his neck?”
“Name, genius. I need a name.” You exhale in exasperation.
“Oh, I got it! The one with the annoying high-pitched voice!”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to remember shits that happened seventy years ago?”
You give him a look, eyes staring at him lifelessly. “You’re right, you should totally apply for the job. You’ll nail it.”
***
“I can’t believe this.”
“Saying that multiple times won’t really change anything, Princess.”
“I can’t believe this,” you repeat, this time while standing up from the couch, slamming your fashion magazine down to the table. “I can’t believe our air conditioner broke when it’s nearly forty degrees outside! Aren’t you hot?!”
“Am I hot—” He snorts, flipping a page of his novel. Yes, it is actually quite bizarre that he spends his spare time reading. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m hot. Haven’t you seen the number of views my thirst trap videos got in one night?”
“Ugh, God!” You plop back into your seat, throwing your head back in vexation. “What are you even reading?”
“That vampire book you talked about the other day.”
“Which one?”
“The one that’s interesting.”
“Oh, Interview with The Vampire?”
“No.” The way he rolls his eyes as if he’s disgusted with your guess is beyond you. “Twilight.”
“Oh my God, stay away from me.”
“What—this is actually good!”
“These vampires sparkle under the sun—aren’t you, at the very least, offended? Because I’m human and I’m livid.”
“That’s what makes it interesting, actually,” he retorts, eyes moving back and forth as he reads through a passage. “They’re so different from us in real life, so it’s like seeing through a new perspective. I’m Team Jacob, by the way. I know I said I wouldn’t bang another werewolf but Jacob can, like, get it.”
“Good Lord.” You palm the side of your face. “You’re more than eight hundred years old but you have the taste of a teenage girl going through puberty. I’m ashamed of knowing you.”
“You’re just cranky because of the weather.”
“I’m literally dying.” You can feel sweat drenching your back, all the way to your shirt and you just took a shower twenty minutes ago. “You’re lucky you’re immune to temperature changes.”
“Then wanna sit on my lap?”
Your ears must be playing tricks on you. “Excuse me?”
Eren sighs, closes his book, and throws it away to the side. Turning to you, he repeats slowly, dragging out every syllable. “Do. you. want. to. sit. on. my. lap?”
You send him a blank stare, annoyed. “I heard you, asshole. I’m not an idiot. I’m just shocked at your offer. You’re really going all out in harassing me these days, huh?”
“What—” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’m a vampire, remember? I have cold skin. Here,” he takes one of your hands, sliding it down his shirt as if it’s nothing, and presses it against his stomach. “Can you feel it?”
All the blood rushes to your face, making you feel lightheaded but also conscious of how his skin feels underneath your palm. It is cold, though not as cold as he’d made a big deal out of it. It’s like the room temperature during the spring, at most. But compared to how sizzling it is right now, his skin is nice to the touch, relaxing even.
But all that thought just goes straight out of the window when he shifts on his seat and you can feel his abs muscles contracting.
“Whoa,” he stops, looking at you. “Are you okay? Your heartbeat is insane.”
You smack him on the head and try to suffocate him with your cushion. It doesn’t work since he doesn’t breathe, but at least it can stop him from seeing how flustered you are.
But when another day passes by and your landlord is still taking his sweet time trying to find a cheap handyman to repair your AC, you decide to take on his offer. You know it’s weird for roommates to cuddle but, as you try to reason within yourself, you will be sitting on the-sexiest-man-you’ve-ever-witnessed-with-your-eyes’ lap, your back pressing against his (hopefully) bare chest, and snuggle close until your body heat is no longer screaming at you in agony. You don’t really see any problem with this. After all, you have been imagining how it would feel like to sit on his lap every time he does that manspreading thing on your couch.
So, really, what’s there to lose?
“Okay,” you begin, standing in front of him in an already awkward posture. “So, how can we do this without being weird about it?”
Eren tilts his face up, leaning his back against the couch, phone in his hand. “Do what?”
“Do…” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You know, what you offered me yesterday.”
“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrow in question, but the way one side of his lips curves upward betrays his act. “I forgot. What exactly did I offer you?”
“You’re seriously going to make me say this out loud?”
“Princess, I’m clueless.” His smirk grows wider, his voice dripping with allure. “Please. Enlighten me.”
He’s toying with you, that’s for sure. And no matter how much you want to feel those arms around you, there’s no way you’re gonna let him degrade you like this. “Fine, then forget it,” you sulk, turning around on your heels with your cheeks puffed out but Eren laughs in the most innocent way when he’s clearly nothing like that in reality. Calling your name in a sing-song voice, he circles his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back until you tumble down to his lap.
“You’re never honest,” he says, his velvety voice suddenly only a whisper away. His arms are tied securely around your waist, pulling you close until you can do nothing but lay your back against his chest. “But you’re cute so I forgive you.”
You can’t form a word, too busy trying to compose yourself. You can’t hear his heartbeat—since he’s the creature of the undead, obviously—but you assume with the proximity you’re being, you would’ve definitely heard it if he had one.
You didn’t notice it before but now that you’re sitting on his lap, your palm pressed against his thigh for stability, you realize that he’s wearing black ripped jeans with holes that are oh so terribly distracting. If you dare to move your finger, you’ll be able to trace the smooth skin at the inner part of his thigh.
You gulp hard.
You can hear him snickering behind you. “Thinking something dirty?”
It feels like you almost swallowed your tongue. “What—no!” Flapping your hands in panic, you almost fall from his lap but his fast reflex won’t let you. He embraces you tighter, causing you to fall back to his chest with a small oof.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles lowly, his lips grazing against your earlobe. “This is nice. We should do this more often. You fit perfectly in my arms.” He says his line sincerely with no trace of humor or teasing in it, which effectively makes you curl your toes in bashfulness.
“You’re gonna have a heart attack if you keep your heart rate going like that, Princess,” he titters.
“Yeah, well,” you try to push him away by pushing your palm against his cheek. “Unlike you, I don’t spend my time snuggling with the opposite sex, so of course I’m nervous.”
“You’re sure it’s not because of me?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I’d most likely have a bigger reaction if Armin was the one holding me instead.”
The way he suddenly goes stiff intrigues you, but you don’t dwell on it. “Is that so?” He simply retorts back, his tone suddenly turns cold and it makes you feel queasy.
“So, uhh…” Your breathing tatters when he becomes mute, only the sound of the ticking clock on the wall can be heard. “Wanna watch a movie?”
He only hums, placing his chin on top of your head. Since he’s always so talkative, it gets really tense when he’s quiet. “Did I offend you or something?” You question.
“I don’t know, did you?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”
“Then let’s just leave it at that.” Seeing how you keep fumbling with the remote in your hand, he snatches it away and proceeds to switch the channels. “We’re watching Twilight.”
“Nooooooo, not again!”
But his arm, as he raises it high in the air, is longer than yours so you can’t steal back the remote no matter how hard you try. And as you jump up and down, shifting back and forth on his lap, Eren warns, “I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose, but if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get a hard-on.”
You immediately stay still, hands tucked neatly on your lap, chest thundering. “You—Why—” You shake your head, flushed. “How can you say things like that?”
“Things like what?”
“Sexual things like that.” The more you reveal your thoughts, the more you turn sheepish. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“What, I can’t be honest?” He snorts. “I didn’t mean to harass you or anything. Just letting you know in advance. It’s completely a guy thing.”
“No, it’s not just that. You always flirt with me—calling me baby or princess, telling me how I look cute all the time when you don’t even mean it—“
You’re interrupted with a loud sigh accompanied by an impatient groan. “Turn around. Look at me,” he orders and his tone is irrefutable. When you turn slightly, making eye contact, Eren has his eyebrows furrowed, almost glaring at you. “I know you’re gullible, and I know you’re dense when it comes to things like this but I swear to God, if you don’t start taking a hint, I’m gonna have to push you against the wall and kiss you to prove my point.”
You’re dizzy and nauseous, your stomach is flipping like crazy and you’re conflicted between believing him or laughing at him because although he looks dead serious right now, you can’t help but wonder what if, after you give in to your feelings, he sends you that signature cheeky grin of his to reveal he’s just joking all along? You’re not even brave enough to imagine, even when the vivid image of him pushing you against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs while he brings your wrists over your head and holding them still with one hand is enough to keep you awake for hours.
So you decide to take the easy path. “Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
“Okay.” You shrug, acting casual. It’s a miracle that you don’t stutter when you deliver the next line. “You told me to take a hint, that’s what I’m doing.”
He raises one of his eyebrows, confused. “Just like that? You’re not gonna say anything more? Or do anything about it?”
“Nope.”
Slowly, there’s a shift in his expression. He shakes his head in amusement, tongue protruding against the inside of his cheek. “You really are something else.”
Surprisingly enough, he leaves it at that. Though it’s somehow uncomfortable, you follow his lead and just keep your eyes glued to your TV screen as he chooses his movie.
You have no interest in watching Twilight—absolutely nothing, zilch, zip, nada!—so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when your eyelids start to become heavy in the first thirteen minutes of the show. You would’ve fallen asleep way sooner though, if you weren’t too distracted with the way he laid his hand on your thigh, sometimes unconsciously rubbing or squeezing it with his palm when he got a little bit bored with the scene, causing your breath to get hitched in your throat.
The room’s temperature is still hot even when it’s in the middle of the night, successfully making your bangs stick to your temple. But you feel relaxed as you listen to Eren quietly humming something to himself. Soft, melodious sound is resonating from his chest directly to your ear and you begin to drift away, floating into your dreamland.
***
“Hey, wake up. It’s almost morning.”
Your bleary eyes are greeted by the dim light of the room. The TV in front of you has already been switched off so the only thing that can be heard in your apartment is the buzzing sound coming from your fridge and the faint ticking clock.
“What time is it?” You rub your eyes, not aware that you’re still sitting on his lap, with your spine leaning against his chest. It’s until you feel his arms loosening around your waist that you begin to think, oh fuck, what have I done?
You immediately jump off his lap, tripping over your feet but manage to hold your balance by placing a hand on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You screech, face aflame. “You kept holding me in that position all night?”
“Yeah.” He stretches his arms above his head, cracking his neck. “I would've waited until you woke up by yourself, but you know, the sun is about to rise.”
You’re still pretty much flabbergasted by the whole thing. “You really should’ve woken me up.”
“Well, you seemed like you were having the best sleep you’ve ever had.” He stares at you with mischief in his eyes. “Did it feel that good being in my arms, Princess?”
You’re about to explode. “Okay, wow, look what time it is.” You try to look at your wrist and mentally slap yourself harder when you realize you’re not wearing a goddamn watch. “A-anyway, you really should go back to your room before it’s too late.”
He chuckles at your stupid antics before he stands up from the couch. Ruffling your hair once and making a mess out of your strands, he heads back to his room. As he slides open his door, he spares you a glance over his shoulder. “Hey.”
“What?”
“You kept calling my name in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”
Whether it’s true or he’s just flirting with you to get your reaction, you don’t want to know. “Just go to your room!”
***
A few moments after the sun sinks below the horizon, Eren comes out of his room with bleary eyes and his shoulders sagging forward.
“Good morning, Princess,” you joke, your hands busy mixing coffee powder, sugar, and milk to make your own version of Dalgona coffee. Eren scratches the back of his head, his eyes are barely open as he heads to the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. When he opens the fridge, he groans loudly, noticing that he forgot to restock his red wine. He slams the door with a loud huff, drags his body to the dining table, and sits down with his cheek pressed against the table. Seeing how you’re not paying him any attention, he groans again, louder and whinier this time.
“Okay, what?” You ask, leaning your back against the counter, a cup of coffee in your hand.
“I’m thirsty,” he grumbles, jutting out his lower lip.
“Then drink.”
“I don’t have any money left to buy even a bag of blood. Why do they have to make it so fucking expensive?” He grouses, pouting. “I mean, I can always steal one but I’m scared of being caught.”
“Scared of being caught? You, with your superhuman speed and strength?”
“Well, they have those security cameras installed all over the place! I don’t want to get arrested or worse, go viral!” You resist the temptation to roll your eyes at his nonsense. “These fucking technologies, man, I swear to God, they’ll be the death of me someday.”
“Then just go outside. Our town is filled with walking blood bags.”
He groans again, now pressing his forehead against the table. “Man, the effort I have to make just to survive. I’m so done with drinking blood from slutty girls. They’re bitter.” He sticks out his tongue in disgust at the memory.
“Yeah, why is that? Why do you only drink from them?”
“Because they’re the only ones who’ll agree in a heartbeat.” His voice is muffled as his lips are brushing against the surface. “Also the sex isn’t too bad if you can ignore how annoyingly loud they are.”
“Trust me, I’ve tried.” You grimace at the flashback. It really has been a while since he brought one of them back to his room and you were ecstatic about it, knowing you were the only girl he had been giving his attention to. “Why don’t you just compel someone to give their blood? You can erase their memories too after you’re done with them.”
“I’ve told you, I don’t like doing that. It makes me feel like a monster.”
It’s cute, you suppose, the way he tries his best to defy his nature. “Then…” You tap your fingers against the mug, somehow feeling timid. “Why don’t you try being in a relationship with someone? I’m sure they’ll be willing to give you their blood if they like you that way.”
“Yeah? With who?”
“I don’t know, like…” Your cheeks grow hot, bringing your face down to conceal your eyes with your bangs. “Maybe just someone you like.”
“Are you volunteering?”
The way he suddenly has you backed against the counter, trapping you inside his arms, and whispering seductively with his lips almost grazing your own makes you jump on your feet. Your mug slips off your fingers, crashing to pieces when it hits the marbled floor.
“Careful!” Eren holds you by the waist, stopping you just a split second away from stepping on the broken glasses. You realize your hands are fisting against the back of his shirt, embracing him for support without knowing. You pull away immediately, clearing your throat.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he says, letting you go. “I mean I did, but not like this.”
You sigh. “It’s okay, just step away. I need to clean this up.” He tries to help but you won’t let him, as having him in such proximity is only going to blind your senses, unable to function properly. Even just thinking about the way his strong arm fits the curve of your waist a few seconds before already makes you lose focus that you end up cutting your finger with a shard of glass.
He catches the little surprised yelp that escapes your lips and immediately bends down to check on you. “See, this is why I told you to let me clean up instead,” he complains, carrying you to the sink and drenching your finger with running water. “Let me see.” With a hold around your wrist, you can barely do anything but let him examine your cut thoroughly. “Well, it’s not deep but it’s… still…”
Noticing how he trails off, you look up to check on his face, catching how his green eyes are now glowing a bit brighter. His lips are parted as if in awe from the way droplets of blood seep from your fingertip, trickling down to your palm.
“Eren…?”
His eyes start to change color, drifting back and forth from your face to the tear on your skin. You know where this is going but when he brings your hand closer to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the blood off the lines of your palm, you nearly collapse to the floor.
“Eren, wait—” You hiss, cheeks reddening as you try to retract your hand but his hold is firm on your wrist. He licks his way up before he brings your fingertip inside his mouth. Eren has his eyes closed, a moan almost tumbles off his lip when the coppery taste taints his tongue. He sucks on the wound, wanting to taste more, to rip your skin apart with his teeth and—
“Eren!”
He jolts awake, his irises turning back from scarlet to viridian the second he witnesses the dread that paints your face. His fangs are drawn out but he immediately retracts them before you get a detailed look, his face flushed as he takes a step back.
“Sorry—” He looks away, rubbing his nape with shaky fingers. “I didn’t mean to—shit, I really have to go—I need to drink—” and when you blink your eyes again, he has vanished from your sight.
With your heart thundering inside your rib cages, you lean back against the kitchen counter, your legs trembling underneath your weight.
That was close. So fucking close.
There’s fear growing inside you but it’s not from the memory of him with his fangs extended like the true monster that he was. You’re not scared of him, you’re scared of yourself because you know you want him. Even when you've seen his true form, you still want him and you want him in any way possible. You want him to belong to you, to be with you, to be desperate for your touch, your blood, your presence, your everything, just as much as you are about him.
You bury your face in your palms. I am so fucked.
***
Hours turn into days and days turn into months, and before you know it, it has been a year since he moved into your apartment. The friendship that blooms between you feels nice and you want to keep it that way but it’s getting tough when he keeps on bringing random girls in skimpy dresses back to his room. You used to be furious by how loud they were being, but now you’re pretty much angry just from imagining him being with someone else. And it doesn’t even have to be sexual—just picturing him bonding with another person, even when it’s not as strong as what you two have, already aggravates you so much.
The thoughts of him keep revolving in your head no matter how hard you try to push them away. It even puts your relationship with Armin in jeopardy, as you can barely pay him any attention. It doesn’t surprise you at all when he decides to break things off, saying something cliche like, “I think we’re better off as friends,” and “It’s not you, it’s me,” which in normal circumstances will piss the hell out of you but when that happens, you simply reply with, “You’re right. Let’s be friends.” And there are no hard feelings—no feelings at all, even, which is weird considering you were only a month away from having your first anniversary with him.
Now that Armin is out of the picture, you can finally bring all of your attention back to Eren. But the more you think about it, the more you’re not sure about the whole thing. He’s a vampire, isn’t he? What future do you expect to have with him? Let’s say you date him and things go well with your relationship, and then what? He’s going to stay young with that cute, boyish look on his face and you’re gonna be all wrinkled and gross, how are you ever going to be able to stand that? What if he wants someone prettier than you? What if he gets bored?
Or maybe it’s just lust you’re feeling. You don’t love him, you’re just physically attracted to him. That’s right. Strictly physical.
And yet, as you see him dressed handsomely in a black button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows—him running a hand through his thick, luscious hair as he ties it up to showcase his temple, your mind screams: fuck.
And when he smiles at you, placing a plate filled with the exact dish he knows you love down to the dining table while saying, “I went ahead and did some research about you. I was about to buy you some presents but I thought it would feel more personal if I cooked something for you so,” and stopping to gaze at you with tender eyes before he adds, “Happy birthday, Princess.” You think to yourself: Jesus fucking Christ, just marry me already.
Eren goes all the way with everything, from placing scented candles on the table, playing soft music in the background, even escorting you to your seat, pulling your chair back for you, and setting down a napkin on your lap. It’s too much for your poor brain to comprehend, and your chest is suffocating from all the feelings swirling behind it. Eren looks so beautiful—almost goddamn ethereal, even—in that shirt and those black khaki pants, sporting that sexy man bun. It almost feels unreal to have someone like him standing before you in the dim light of your apartment. He looks like he belongs in one of those romantic renaissance paintings that they display in the museum.
“You’re not hungry?” He asks when a few seconds have passed by and you haven’t munched at your food like a caveman (because that’s what you usually do).
“I’m—you—” You splutter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you try again. “You look nice.”
You can already tell that he’s about to say something along the line of “But, baby, I always look nice.” So when he just softly smiles back and thanks you about it, telling you how you look just as nice when you know you look like a storm just hit you, you’re pretty much lost for words.
“You seem exhausted,” he comments, frowning in concern. “Hard day at work?”
You can’t trust yourself that you won’t start rambling nonsense again while answering his question so you decide to just reply to him with a feeble nod.
“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs, eyes turning into a beautiful pair of crescents. “Your heartbeat is going through the roof again.”
You loathe yourself for being so transparent. “I’m nervous because you’re suddenly being so nice to me. I can’t help but think you have a hidden agenda or something.” That’s a lie. A complete lie.
And you’re sure he knows it too. “And what if I do?” He challenges, raising an eyebrow seductively. “What kind of a hidden agenda do you think I have for you?”
Why is it so fucking hot in here?! “I don’t know…” You start fiddling with the fingers you have placed on your lap. “Drinking my blood, maybe?”
His expression is a mystery to you, even when his smirk seems familiar. “And would you be okay if that’s true?”
You can’t answer but fortunately for you, Eren lets out a chuckle, telling you that he was simply making a joke. You force yourself to laugh but it sounds like a wheeze so you stop before it gets even more humiliating.
Eren walks to your seat with a bottle of wine in his hands, sliding down the glass to your side as he smoothly offers, “Wine, Milady? It’s not blood, I swear.” And you believe him because this time, the liquid seems more ruby than crimson.
“You really need to relax.” Eren leans his back against the edge of the table, raising the glass of his usual red wine in the air before he clanks it gently against yours. “To the cutest, sweetest roommate in the world.”
You immediately take a sip to hide the flush that blooms on your face, flinching when the burning, mildly bitter flavor hits your tongue. You’ve never drunk any alcohol in your life and although this first experience feels rather unpleasant, you keep chugging more of it down your system.
“Does it taste good?” He questions, secretly smiling to himself as he witnesses how fast you’re drinking the whole glass down. You shake your head in response, which earns another laugh from him.
You’re not sure whether it’s because it’s your first time drinking alcohol or you just have a low tolerance when it comes to it, but you can feel yourself getting both lightheaded and drowsy not long after. Eren, who takes notice of that, moves you to the couch so you can rest more comfortably. “I better take this away,” he tells you, circling his lean fingers around your wine glass but you stop him.
“No,” you say, eyes a little bit unfocused as you push him away. “I’m fine. Pour me some more.”
“Don’t you think it’s enough?”
“Just another glass, Jaeger, don’t be a bitch about it.”
Your words stun him for a second before he chuckles. “Damn. All right, just don’t blame me for it,” he states as he pours you another one.
“I have a question for you,” you coo as he takes a seat on the coffee table, facing you. “What were you like in the past?”
He freezes, taken aback but collects his composure within seconds. “Why the sudden interest?”
“No reason. It’s just you’ve never really told me about yourself.”
“I thought I’ve told you enough. I even told you about my dick size.”
“Which I never asked.”
“But you were curious.”
You try your best not to get sidetracked. “When I asked you about mind compulsion,” you slur out your words. The alcohol in your system makes you feel brazen. “You looked like you’ve done something in the past. Something… awful.”
You don’t notice the way his hold around his glass tightens at your guess. “Well, they don’t call me a monster for no reason,” he keeps his voice light even when he feels something churning inside his chest. “I did something, yes, but… I promise you I won’t do that again.”
You can sense it again. That feeling where he seems like he wants to say everything but he’s too scared to do so. Reaching out to pat his hand, you assure him, “Eren, you know I won’t judge, right? What you did in the past wouldn’t change the way I think about you.”
His smile is melancholic, eyes dull with sadness. “I just don’t want you to be afraid of me.”
“Afraid of you?” You tease him. “Ren, you’re a six feet tall vampire who’s afraid of cockroaches and makes thirst trap videos as a hobby. There’s literally no way I could be scared of you.”
Your laughter is a delightful symphony in his ear but for the first time, he doesn’t have the energy to mirror you. Your laughter subsides at his reaction, and you slide your fingers past his wrist to tangle around him. “You don’t have to keep everything to yourself,” you utter. “Eren, if you’re in pain, tell me. If you need help, let me know. If you want someone to listen to you, I would love to do so. And if you want someone to accept you for who you are—for who you truly are—not just a vampire but also the person you were before, I will be that for you.” You disentangle your hand from him just to brush a stray lock that falls out of his bun, tucking it behind his ear. “You’re not alone, okay?”
Eren watches you in silence, his lips parted but his tongue can’t shape the words, not when you’re smiling so delicately like this. There’s gratitude welling up inside him, as well as joy and the affection he holds for you, but there’s also fear. What he did in the past was… something he was sure you weren’t ready to hear. He’s afraid that your thoughts about him would change despite your promise. He wants to tell you the truth. He’s dying for you to know every part of him and the past he’s been trying to hide, but… He’s terrified.
He chews on his lower lip, contemplating. “Would you… believe me if I told you I was a prince?”
You blink. “You were?”If you weren’t intoxicated, you would’ve laughed.
“Yeah. Seems very unlikely, doesn’t it, with the way I’m behaving now?” He chuckled sheepishly. “But I was, eight hundred years ago. Before I was turned into… this.” He casts his gaze downward, looking at his palm and remembering the first night where he had warm blood staining his hands and his own fangs puncturing his lip. “I came from a place called Paradis. We were the strongest kingdom on the continent for decades, ruling over four others. I was their second prince.” He’s better at concealing his emotions this time, and with alcohol fogging your thoughts, you fail to notice the way he has his other hand clenching into a fist, his nails digging hard enough to leave marks on his palm. “It’s a boring story, though,” he says, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. “I don’t want to put you to sleep. We still have a birthday to celebrate.”
“I wish to know more, actually,” you chuckle, swirling your wine inside your glass before you take a sip. “Eren Jaeger, The Second Prince of Paradis. Has a nice ring to it. Did people announce your title like that when you stepped into the room?”
Eren’s eyes widen as the ghosts from his past come alive in his head. Those voices he’s been trying to silence, those faces he’s been trying to forget, they’re all revived at once.
Look at him. Eren Jaeger, The Devil of Paradis.
A disgrace. A filthy half-blood. He should’ve died, just like that witch.
No. We should kill him.
“Yeah,” Eren swallows. “Yeah, they called me like that all the time.” He brings the tip of his glass to his lips, gulping down a thick amount of blood to distract himself.
Oblivious to what he’s feeling, you move toward another topic. “Does everyone’s blood taste the same to you?”
“It differs,” he answers. “But only faintly. I’m not that picky about it.”
“And how does it feel having your blood sucked by a vampire?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy.” He sways his head from side to side, chuckling lightly. “I mean, of course, I can have my blood drunk by another vampire but I’m not that kinky. I know some vampires who are into that kind of shit though.”
“Well, by the sound of your girls screaming like they were giving birth, it’s either very painful or very…” The sight of him staring at you intently, taking in your features, nearly throws you off tracks. “Pleasurable.”
There’s an awkward pause and silence hangs around to fill the space. The voices inside his head gradually turn into whispers, drowned by the curiosity that builds up within him. You’re being transparent, every emotion, every desire you usually kept hidden is now showing vividly on your face. He doesn’t intend to be cruel, but if this serves as a chance for him to know how you truly feel about him, then he will take advantage of it. “How come you’re asking me these questions?” He asks.
“Because that’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you confess, feeling braver with each second passing by. “And it’s not just about you drinking my blood, but more about you entirely. You know what I mean?”
Eren places his glass down on the table, leaning towards you. If his heart was beating, it would be pounding right now. “Not sure, but I’m all ears.”
“I… just…” It’s getting harder to speak when he’s so close, you can start locating every tiny mole he has on his face and his neck. The small one near his Adam’s apple is the one that distracts you the most. “I just think we’re compatible with each other, you know? And I’ve never enjoyed someone’s company this much before. You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re both endearing and so freaking annoying at the same time—how is that possible?”
But Eren isn’t laughing. His eyes are deep and dark, raking over your profiles with so much intensity but when he swats the bangs out of your eyes, his touch is tender. “What else? Tell me more.”
You lean closer to his touch like how a kitten would, making him gulp slightly at the sight. “I get so vexed whenever you spend your time with someone else. I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re just friends but I can’t help it.” You exhale, rubbing the side of your face with your palm. “It’s so fucking tiring to think about you this much when I can’t have you.”
You’re so lost in your own thoughts that when Eren reaches out a hand to touch your face, you jump in surprise, spilling wine all over your blouse. “Shit, this is my favorite shirt,” you whine, hastily settling down your glass on the table. “Can you get me some tissues?”
But what he does is lift your body with both of his arms and carry you to the bathroom. You cling onto him with a yelp, trying to keep yourself away from falling even though you’re sure he’s perfectly able to hold your weight.
Eren places you down on the bathroom counter, your fingers gripping at the edge of your sink. Sitting up straight, you begin to feel conscious of your surroundings. “What are you doing?”
“It’s your favorite shirt, right? We need to wash the stain before it sticks,” He explains, his fingers going to your collar. You nearly stop breathing when he asks for permission to undress you, “May I?”
You swallow the lump in your throat before you offer him a weak nod. “Yes.”
He takes time unbuttoning your shirt one by one when you know he can rip it apart easily with one finger. He’s so gentle, his touches are paper-thin but whenever his icy fingertips make slight contact with your skin, it sends electricity to every inch of your body.
When he manages to untangle the clothing from your body, you’re only left in your bra and your white satin lace cami top. You can tell he tries to be polite by not staring at your exposed skin, and instead, focusing on fixing your blouse. He drags it over to the sink, drenching it with water.
“Where did you place the detergent again?” He asks, reaching up over your head to check on the top cabinet and he’s so fucking close that you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks. And it’s really, really tempting to just lean over and—
Eren flinches when he feels you sinking your face in the crook of his neck, mapping your lips on his skin and breathing in his scent. You don’t know what vampires usually smell like but Eren reminds you of summer even when you’re not sure what summer smells like. It’s funny how you’re not making sense, even in your own thoughts.
Pushing you away by the shoulders, Eren’s eyes gleam in a way you’ve never seen before. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I…” You can’t form a word—you can’t even form a thought as you’re too busy staring at his lips, musing over how smooth they look, how thrilling they must feel against your own. And perhaps he’s thinking the same thing about yours too because when you lean in for a taste, he meets you halfway.
The kiss feels warm and it doesn’t make any sense, because the rest of his body is icy cold but as you press your mouth against his, all you can think about is how his lips are hot and soft, so fucking soft and delightful and maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you but you don’t care.
You breathe heavily through your nose, yanking at the collar of his shirt so he’s closer to you than he’s ever been. You tilt your head slightly, angling your face so you can meld your lips deeper against his. He instinctively reacts by holding the side of your face, his fingers slipping between your strands, his tips curling around your nape.
He kisses better than any man you’ve ever been with and you’re sure he’s better than any man you’ll ever date in the future. Eren knows what he’s doing. Even when he’s caught by surprise, his lips are dancing against yours so sensually that they leave you melting in his arms.
Sliding your hand up to his chest, you can tell how his skin stands in contrast to the warmth of his mouth and it makes you shiver. Your breathing rags as you moan into his mouth, letting him taste the alcohol that lingers inside yours. You trace your tongue along the puncture of his fang that’s still retracted, almost as normal as a human’s but something inside you tells you it’s not going to stay that long if you continue with this. Anticipation builds up fast inside you. There’s absolutely no way you’re going to stop what you’re doing.
But Eren is surprisingly more chivalrous than he looks. He pulls away, giving you a few inches of space to break the attraction. It’s not enough, your mind is still heavily clouded by the thoughts of him, so you reach up to kiss him again, catching his lower lip between yours.
“No, wait,” he vocalizes, his voice sounding breathy even when his lungs no longer function in the way they used to. He circles his fingers around your wrists, holding them down against the counter so you won’t be able to move.
“Let me just kiss you,” you plead, eyes dazed and desperate. “Please.”
His chuckles are soft, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not, I swear.” It’s horribly embarrassing how much you crave his touch as if losing physical contact with him causes you madness. “Hold up your fingers and ask me to count them. I’ll guess it right, trust me, so can you just—” You try to move your hand to pull him close but his grip around your wrist is stronger than your strength. “Eren—”
“Look, I want this just as much as you do—” He cuts his line short and continues it sharply with a groan when he feels your knee sliding between his legs, giving him the friction that he needs. “Fuck. I probably want this more than you do, but—” He loses control for a split second, re-attaching his mouth to yours with so much fervor, tongues desperate to taste one another. The way you whimper against him makes him groan, his hand gliding down your thigh and spreading your legs apart so he can fit himself between them.
It’s when his fangs suddenly puncture your lips, drawing a hint of blood and making you cry out in surprise that he wakes up from his reverie. He pushes himself away immediately to the other side of the room. You almost topple forward from suddenly losing his body to lean on, only managing to keep your balance at the last second by gripping at the edge of the counter.
Eren turns around, facing the bathroom tiles as he leans one hand against the wall while his other one covers his mouth. He curses under his breath, loathing how he nearly lets the monster inside of him take control of his body.
“Eren?”
“Sorry, let me just—“ His shoulders are shaking, trying his best to soothe the thirst that overwhelmed him earlier. His canines feel burning. “They’ll go back in a minute.”
“No.” You jump down from the counter, moving to his spot with careful steps. “Let me see them.”
He shakes his head, unable to find the courage to face you. “Stay away.”
“I want to see them.” You place your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently until he finally submits to your touch.
You only ever saw him with his fangs retracted twice in your life but even then, it was always too dark and too fast for you to see him properly. But now… Now you can take your time.
God, he’s gorgeous.
His eyes, as they peer into you in concern and the uncertainty that he might hurt you, are radiant, glowing like ambers in the dark of the night. But instead of jade green, they shine luminously in crimson, so strikingly beautiful that you can barely look at anywhere else. His fangs are now twice their usual size but he can still hide them behind his lips if needed. It’s the way they become frighteningly sharp that sends a shiver down your spine but you brave yourself enough to reach out to him.
“Can I… touch them?” You hesitantly ask. Eren looks conflicted by the question but soon gives you a timid nod. He parts his mouth slightly so you can trace your fingertip along his cuspid. It feels like a knife splitting your skin, making you flinch in surprise.
He hastily pulls back, terrified at the thought of hurting you. “S-sorry—”
“Do it with me.”
“What?”
You take a deep breath, your heart rate soaring. “I want you to drink from me.”
“You’re being insane—”
“Please.” You lay a hand on his chest, inclining your head and pushing back your hair to expose more skin of your throat. He feasts on the sight of the pulsating vein that paints the side of your neck, his blood boiling with need. “Just try, Eren…”
The glimmer in his eyes shows that he’s yearning to fulfill your wish but he cups your cheek again, fighting back his raging desire to consume you. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes.”
“You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
“I won’t.” Your fingers find home in his waves, pacifying him with your tender touch. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time and—”
A high-pitched yelp that flees from your lips cuts your sentence short and you have to muffle the rest of your scream by mouthing against the fabric that covers his shoulder. Eren doesn’t waste any second after he hears your confession. His canines are prickling against the skin under your jaw, just between the earlobe and the collarbone. It hurts when he sinks them—so, so badly—that tears begin to form almost instantly behind your closed lids.
Eren suddenly lets you go, his ruby eyes widening as he gazes at the way blood is gushing through his bite mark. “Fuck,” he says, “How can you taste so—” and he dives in again, moaning rather loudly when the warmth of your blood fills his mouth, swallowing a big gulp each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in pleasure, tightening his hold desperately around your waist as if you’re the thread that keeps him alive.
“Wait—Ah!” You’re being pushed back, your body squeezed between the tiles and the muscles of his chest. The key-shaped pendant he wears above his heart is digging into your skin. He lands one hand against the wall as he sinks his face deeper in the crook of your neck. You fall weak, your fingers fisting the back of his shirt, twisting and pulling until the fabric slides off his shoulders.
The pain only stays for a few seconds before a rush of endorphin seeps into your skin, running through your veins and pumping euphoria to every inch of your body. You begin to relax, eyes becoming half-lidded as you go into a trance, your heartbeat slowing down. You’ve never done any methamphetamine in your life but you imagine that it must feel somewhat like this.
“Eren…” You breathe out, feeling a little bit lightheaded. The strap of your camisole is falling off your shoulder while his shirt is pooling around his elbows. You can feel your knees slowly giving out under your weight and you claw against his back, your fingers gliding against the muscles underneath his shoulder blades as you try to maintain your balance. “Eren, I… I can’t stand…”
He breaks away only to haul you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and wind your arms around his neck. He carries you back to the bathroom counter, placing you down on the same spot as before, your legs dangling in the air.
“Better?” He rubs comforting circles with his thumb along your cheekbone, analyzing your expression. You nod, your gaze going down to focus on his fangs again. Your blood paints his lips. Some of it trickles down his chin. He’s a monster, he truly is, but his eyes, though they are now scarlet and flickering like torches, are tender and patient.
He slides his hand down to the hem of your camisole, fingers rubbing against the fabric as he peppers soft kisses along your jawline. “Is this one your favorite too?”
“Huh?” You’re having the hardest time trying to focus. “Oh… No, not really.”
“Well, then,” his lips are still sucking bruises on your neck when he rips both of your camisole and your bra with one flick of his hand, exposing your bare chest to the cold air.
Jolting in surprise, you squeak out his name but you’re silenced with another kiss, one that is so consuming, so deep, so wild that you nearly sob against his mouth. The taste of copper makes you frown in discomfort but the knot starts to loosen when his tongue darts out to meet you in a messy kiss.
His hand goes down to your breast, cupping the side while he runs his thumb along your sensitive bud. You rake your nails against his back in response, aching for more. His other hand is tracing the curve of your waist, going down to your hips before he tears your skirt away. He tosses the clothing somewhere across the room, following your previous ones.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he reminds you, hooking his hands at the back of your knees before he pulls your legs forward. Pressing his hardness against the wetness of your lingerie, you both let out a whine.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Want you so bad, Princess.”
“Me too,” you keen, circling your legs around his waist for stability. “Don’t stop, please,” you murmur against his ear, robbing a low groan from the back of his throat.
It’s unfair that he’s still fully clothed while you’re almost nude. You tug on his shirt and Eren helps you toss it to the floor. You roam your lips to every inch of his bare skin, your lipstick staining the front of his chiseled chest before you mouth against his shoulder.
Eren licks along the wound of his previous bite, emitting a sinful moan when your blood sparks ecstasy in his mouth. His fingers are tentatively rubbing you over your lingerie and you beg with your lips muffled by the skin that covers his collarbone. “Take it off. Just take it off, please—“
You can feel a tiny laugh reverberating from his chest from how desperate you’re being but you don’t care. You really are that desperate.
Eren is more than willing to comply, sliding your lingerie down your thighs and you help him push it off your legs completely. You guide his palm to your heat, breathing out his name in a soft moan when his fingers promptly slide between your folds, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. His mouth finds its way down the valley of your breasts and he goes lower and lower until he has his head between your legs.
You nibble at your lip in anticipation when he presses open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh. Eren makes sure he has his eyes fixed on yours when he dips his fangs into your supple skin, making you quiver with the sensation. The second bite isn’t as shocking as before and you’re so aroused by the little mmm that escapes him. He drinks from your thigh, his tongue flicking over the wound before he sinks his teeth again, maintaining his gaze on yours all the while. “Sweet…” His moans are so sexy and obscene, you feel like you can listen to them forever. “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess.”
“God, Eren.” You’re going insane, you can feel it. “I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me.”
And he probably is too because he’s abandoning all of his self-control at once. The way he sucks bruises on your skin, lapping at the trail of blood that painted your body is almost animalistic, raw passion mixed with lust and uncontrollable desire. He drags his mouth to your center, tongue darting out to lap at your folds this time. Your hand goes straight to his head, slipping your fingers between the strands before you tug on his bun. He grunts a little when he feels you yanking at his roots, his hair tie sliding off until his strands fall loose, brushing against his shoulders.
You rock your hips against his mouth, his eyes glowing even brighter, filled with lust. He retracts his fangs just so he can suckle on your clit, abusing the same spot with his expert tongue. You taste even sweeter than your blood, intoxicating him to his bones.
“Come back to me,” you plead. “I need you.”
He returns to his feet and unbuckles his belt in a hurry, his mouth finding purchase on yours again. He pushes his jeans and briefs down just low enough to release himself from his confinement. You can feel his tip grazing against your clit before he glides his length down your folds, pulling you by the legs so you’re almost lying down on the counter with your upper back pressed against the mirror behind you.
His eyes are hooded but they speak reassurance when they bore into yours. “I’ll be gentle.”
Now that it finally sinks you’re going to do this for the first time, your lustful desire quickly changes into jitters. You nod, permitting him to proceed.
The feeling of him stretching you little by little is excruciating and he can tell that too, hissing, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” as his eyebrows adjoin in the middle. Unable to handle the pain, you reach out a hand to stop him but he grabs your wrist and plunges his teeth into your skin.
Another jolt of pain sends tremors all over your body before the rush of endorphin hits you like a wave, gradually reducing your pain until you’re in haze again, blissful even, but also even more aroused than before.
“You’re okay?” He licks the blood that trails down your arm before he presses a lingering kiss against your veins. “Are you still in pain?”
You’re breathing hard but you can feel your heartbeat slowing. “No. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He brushes his smile against your forehead before he returns to position. “Let’s start slow, okay?”
“No…” You push your body forward, tangling your arms around his neck. “Don’t hold back.” You lean close to his ear, kissing his shell once before you whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Ren.”
His grip on your thigh tightens, his mouth colliding with yours in a frantic kiss. “I’m gonna move,” Eren gives his final warning before he rams his hips forward, filling you up so deep, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
Even when he said he was going to be gentle with you, he’s doing the exact opposite. Or maybe he is going gentle, which only makes you wonder how wild he can be once he stops caring about your safety. The thought of him losing control of his mind as he pounds into you senselessly makes you shudder, your walls closing hard around his length.
“My God.” The feeling of your heat enveloping him—squeezing around him—makes him drop his temple on your shoulder, dissolving him into a groaning mess. “You are driving me insane, do you know that?”
“I can take it.” You hold his face, caressing his sharp jawline with trembling fingers. “It’s not painful anymore, so please, just… Do whatever you want with me.”
“But I’ll break you.” Although his eyes speak like he wants nothing but to grant your wish.
You let your tongue slide up from his chin to his lower lip, stopping just to whisper, “Then break me apart, I don’t care,” before you crash his mouth with yours again.
Eren’s thrust is both deep and hard, knocking your breath with each drive of his hips as he holds you by your waist, nails clawing into the skin. Maybe it’s because there’s still a trace of endorphin in your body that heightens all your senses and washes all your pain away because everything feels so unbelievably good. His touches, his kisses, his thrusts, and the way he moves his hips faster and faster until you can’t properly breathe—everything feels amazing.
And his voice—God, his voice—the way he moans and grunts against your ear, or when he sprouts expletives while he buries his face deep in the crook of your neck, lips scorching hot against your skin, makes you think fuck, why did I waste a fucking year doing nothing when I can have him like—
You’re interrupted from finishing your thought when Eren suddenly pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss. He turns you around, forcing you to land on your feet again with your stomach pressed against the edge of the counter. You place both hands on the marbled surface as he pulls your hips closer to him, pressing his hardness against your behind as he glues his chest to your spine.
“Come here, look,” he says, holding you by the jaws and elevating your face just enough so you can gaze directly into the mirror. He shifts his hand, now holding back your bangs so your eyes are reflected perfectly. “Look how beautiful you are,” he purrs right next to your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your jawline.
It’s both embarrassing and arousing to see yourself being held domineeringly by him, the curves of your body fit his perfectly even from behind. Your lips are bruised and swollen, blood smears messily around your neck, your wrist, your thigh even on your hips from the way he trailed his coated fingers along the skin.
Eren raises two of his blood-smeared fingers to your lips, mixing your lipstick with your own blood before he slowly drags his fingers away, painting blurred lines of crimson on your cheek. He sighs at the sight, eyes half-lidded as they glow brighter. “If I’m a monster,” he says, voice low and breathy, “Then you’re a fucking goddess.”
You shiver as you avert your gaze, ashamed of how sultry you look in the mirror and how sinful his gaze is as they rake over your body. He presses close, completing the dip of your spine with his chest like a matching puzzle. His fingers curl around the front of your neck, forcing you to look at your reflection once more as he licks a stripe up your wound. “We look good together, don’t you think?”
You’re panting hard, chest heaving up and down with each breath you take. “Eren…” You long for him to fill you again like before. “Please, just—"
He glides his hand down between your legs, teasing your cunt with small touches but strong and fast enough to make you quiver. “So sensitive too,” he chuckles, nipping slightly at your earlobe. “You’re so fucking cute.”
Before you can retort anything back, he pushes the head of his cock into your heat again, agonizingly slowly at first but slams the rest of it with one snap of his hips.
“I’ve thought about this—about us. I’ve been thinking about you so much, it scares me,” he confesses, with low groans interrupting his lines. He thrusts steadily into you, his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls. “You’re driving me crazy with that face of yours. Your lips, your voice—whenever you call my name, whenever you pout after losing an argument—the way you secretly stare at me wherever I go—ah, fuck—”
“I don’t—” You gasp, thighs trembling under your weight. He wraps an arm along your stomach, holding you still while he pushes in deeper. “I never—”
“And the way you lie just like now,” He chuckles, kissing the middle of your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so cute—so fucking cute that it pisses me off whenever you talk about Armin when we both know he can’t satisfy you the way I do—he doesn’t understand you—doesn’t get your stupid jokes—” He begins to fall out of rhythm, hips moving faster with each thrust. “He doesn’t deserve you—I deserve you.”
You catch the sight of your reflection, noticing how he sometimes throws his head back in pleasure, his strong hands gripping the sides of your waist as he rolls his hips, again and again, thrusting into you until you can only cry out his name and nothing more. It’s too obscene, too erotic for your eyes to witness, and when he locks his gaze with yours in the mirror, you nearly faint.
“E-Eren—” You reach out a hand behind you, trying to find him for support but he holds your wrist against your spine, pumping into you with strong strokes. He leaves you with no option but to press the side of your face against the marble countertop, your mouth parting in a silent scream.
The sounds of his groans and your whimpers echo through the bathroom walls, along with the sound of your skin slapping against his. His teeth prickling against your shoulder, his eyes drifting back to the mirror to see how you look underneath him. He sinks his fangs deep into you one more time, making various sounds of pleasure as he drinks your blood.
“Ren—”
“Cum,” he orders, growling against your skin. “Come on, baby, I need you to cum on my cock." The sensation of his thrust, his fingers slightly choking you as he holds you by your neck, and the amount of endorphin that washes over you soon drives you to your release. You mewl out his name, clenching tightly around him. "Mmm, yeah, fuck, just like that—" Eren lets out a guttural moan with his head thrown back in pleasure. He's not giving you a chance to ride your orgasm slowly as he continues ramming his length into you. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, Princess. Feel so good around my cock—”
A train of expletives tumbles from his mouth as he embraces you closer, feeling every shake that you emit directly with his body. You’re not sure if it’s from the loss of blood or everything else combined, but your vision starts to blur and suddenly your world turns black.
***
When you wake up, you’re lying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling you’ve seen a million times with your eyes barely open. You’re still pretty much in a haze, not sure if you’re still floating inside your dream or you’ve returned to reality. It’s until your door opens with a click that you can start to differentiate.
“Ah, you’re awake.” He peeks inside through the door holding your favorite mug, already dressed back in his favorite black tee and matching jeans. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. Can I come in?”
He walks in without needing an answer and, weirdly, he doesn’t seem nervous or awkward. Unlike you whose blood is rushing fast to your face, your heart thrashing wildly inside your rib cages. A flashback comes in like an unstoppable train and you almost reach out a hand to your neck, wanting to know if his bite marks are still there.
The way he acts is so natural that you begin to wonder whether all that happened was simply your imagination. But when you try to move your body, jolts of pain run like electricity to your bones, and you freeze. It feels like somebody is trying to crack your head open, tearing your body apart. You fall back to the bed, weak and enervated.
“You all right?” He immediately rushes to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed before he gathers your face in his hands. He observes you closely, looking for signs of discomfort. “Be careful, okay? You lost a lot of blood, so I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. I brought you some coconut water. Here,” he places the mug down on your nightstand. “And some supplements too. They’ll help with your blood loss. I’ll cook some fish and eggs for dinner later.”
You can only nod, too tired to even speak. His eyes begin to soften, his fingers reaching out to caress the strands of your hair. “I guess I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry.”
“A bit…?” You croak out.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, unable to stop a smile from forming on his face. “I tried so hard not to but you were so cute.” He leans closer, his lips hovering above yours but he rethinks his decision before he closes the gap. He moves to bestow a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. “You should go back to sleep,” he murmurs against your skin. “Call me when you need help. I’ll be right outside.”
He doesn’t spare you a glance as he stands up from the bed, but the way he trips on his feet once makes you realize that oh, maybe he’s embarrassed about all of this too.
“Eren.”
He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder as he lays a hand on your doorframe. “Yeah?”
“Where does this leave us?”
His face turns stern. Spinning over to face you, he questions further. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” you pause, wetting your lip in anxiety. “Do you want us to pretend it didn’t happen?”
His eyes darken, seemingly upset. “Do you?”
“I… Uhh…” Your heart is beating so fast that you feel nauseous. “I don’t, but—”
“Then don’t suggest something like that,” he sighs, walking back to your bed again. He kneels on the floor so you’re eye-to-eye, squeezing your hand with his larger one. “Don’t scare me, okay? I finally have you where I want you.”
You look away, attempting to hide your flustered face. “But then, what are we now?”
“I don’t care what we are. I just want us to keep doing this.”
“Doing what, having sex? Drinking my blood?”
“No, idiot.” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, yes, of course, that too. Plenty of that. But what I meant was I want to continue to have this kind of relationship with you. Just the two of us living together, making fun of each other, or spending hours watching re-runs of your stupid TV shows.”
“They’re not stupid.”
“They’re stupid. I only watch them because of you. You are my favorite show.” He winks to break the tension and you blurt out laughing, shoving him playfully by the shoulder. But when your giggle starts to fade, Eren leans in to cup your cheek, smiling softly. “I just want to spend more time with you, as long as you’d let me. So can we have that? Please?”
“I…” You’re so captivated by his features. The perfect shape of his lips is the one that steals your attention away. “I guess…”
“You guess?” He scrunches up his nose cutely like a child. “You’re playing hard to get again? Really? After all the begging you did in the bathroom?” Seeing you turn flustered only makes him want to tease you even harder. “What was it that you said? God, Eren, I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me—“
“Okay, shut up, geez!” You slap a hand against his mouth, steam practically coming out of your ears. “Yes, we can have that. I’d… love to have that actually.”
Kissing your inner palm, he lovingly smiles against your skin, appreciating your honesty. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Princess?”
***
A/N:
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I Loved You Like the Sun
a/n: sorry this took me so long to get out, i had a huge essay due that unfortunately takes priority. also just to clarify- cannibal and reader’s bond is basically reader being scared as shit and clueless and cannibal is like “omg?? so cute?? mine??? mine.” (is this unrealistic as hell? yes. do i care? no) i’m very excited to write this dynamic honestly. and then ofc some nice reader x daemyra fluff to get us all through this tough time 💔 i hope you all enjoy!!
STREAM DID YOU KNOW THAT THERES A TUNNEL UNDER OCEAN BOULEVARD BY LANA DEL REY
warnings: swearing, incest, mentions of death, mentions of violence, otto hightower being punchable, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Seventeen- Memorize Me
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Your mind is a jumbled mess when you land back on the ground, Cannibal’s tail swinging in the air.
You remember swoops and dives and harsh turns, but you never fell off.
Daemon stood a good distance away with a horde pf dragon keepers, looking equally unimpressed and impressed. Probably disappointed that you had endangered yourself, as you were their treasure, their horde, and impressed that you had managed to tame the most formidable wild dragon.
Cannibal let you climb off slowly, head craning to watch you out of the corner of his eye.
You fell when your feet hit the ground, legs like jelly, and Cannibal nudged you with his nose. His breath burned, but you were quite accustomed to that feeling.
Dragon keepers surged forward, hands out and Valyrian falling from their lips. But you reached a tentative hand towards his nostril, and Cannibal was placid under you.
“Y/N!” Daemon called, and you looked over. He kept his eyes in Cannibal, a step forward wary.
“I don’t really know…” You trailed off, sheepish in your lack of knowledge. In all honesty, you weren’t even sure how you had managed to climb on him in the first place. It was instinctual. It was something in your blood, something primordial and fundamental that knew what to do. The blood of your great-grandmother running strong.
Daemon let his face fall into a smile. A real smile. He was close enough now to see you clearly, and seeing you you were unharmed most likely helped to lift his spirits.
“We’ll teach you,” he reassured, staring into your eyes deeply.
You stared back, hand loose, petting Cannibal almost lazily.
“Tell him ‘sōvegon’.”
“What does that mean?” He chuckled at your curiosity.
“Fly, my love.”
His face was still adorned with that bashful smile, and even though a killer dragon wa sunder your hand, you longed to be in his arms again. To feel the roughness of his face against your own, he big hands on your hips or you stomach or any inch of you he could reach. Daemon was a greedy lover like that. But it was nice to be treasured.
“S-sōvegon, Cannibal.” If the dragon hears your hesitance or your stumble, or cared about your pronunciation, he didn’t show it. Instead he looked at you, before taking his head back and lifting his black wings into the sky.
His emerald green eye rolls over Daemon, sizing him up. Daemon stands, one hand outstretched to you, legs bent. He does not waver.
But Cannibal only let’s out a huff before ascending, and you watch as he does. He flys over the sun, back towards the eastern end of the island. For a moment, you are engulfed in darkness, in shadow, before he clears the sun and you are reignited.
You kneel on the ground for a few more moments, before a body falls in front of you. Warm hands caress your face.
“Are you hurt?”
You don’t speak as Dasmon assuages himself, manhandling you and he turns your arms over and touches your legs, searching for the feel or sight of wet blood. When he finds nothing, he lets out a sigh.
You watch the top of his head, bent to look down at your legs. He leans forward, placing his forehead against your chest.
“Don’t do that again,” he scolds, a petulant child.
“I think he likes me.”
“Likes you?” Daemon pulls back, looking at you oddly. “Darling, that dragon is… a killer. Why do you think he’s called Cannibal?”
“I know,” you try, words careful. “But when we locked eyes, oh, Daemon, you have to understand. It… it felt… Gods, I can’t describe it.”
“Like a tether? An invisible string?” You notice the rise and fall of his chest, fast and erratic. Calm demeanor gone.
“Yes!” He says nothing, only staring at you for a few more moments. You are reminded of your wedding day. “You don’t need to memorize me,” you whisper.
He doesn’t answer.
—-
Hours later, no one talks. You sit on the edge of you bed, nails digging into your palms, building up courage. For what, you aren’t exactly sure.
You could beg their forgiveness, tell them about the bracelet, but what you wanted to do was beg them to do it again.
To let you train with the children, fly again, because you had never felt as free as you did then. Without the ground beneath your feet, the feeling of being connected to the earth, Weirwood roots stretching all the way to the core. Without the feel of knowing that others have stood where you stand, on Cannibal’s back, where no one had sat before, you found that you could think.
Memories of the air were filled with a sick feeling in your stomach, a blank mind, hands clutching tight and eyes screwed shut.
But you felt it. The freedom.
You had been free from your husband, free from your father, free from the confines of King’s Landing.
It made you realize you weren’t ready for it.
Your legs were still shaky from pressing so tight, your hands stiff from being curled around his scales too tight.
You did not know how to fly. Did not know how to be free.
Rhaenyra and Daemon hadn’t said anything, only making sure you were okay before heading off to another room. Leaving you in the nursery with Aegon and Joffrey.
It was infuriating to be treated like a child sometimes.
You understood that they were simply grasping for control, that power was slipping from their fingers, and to control you gave them that feeling back. Most of the time you were all to happy to sit in the backseat, let yourself be guided by their warm hands. You knew they would never hurt you, never push you outside of your comfort zone.
But in this matter, you refused to be controlled.
Rhaenyra sat at her vanity, brushing her silver hair back into a simple braid. Daemon lounged on the bed, his foot touching your tight. A silent reminder.
“I-“
You spoke abruptly. Rhaenyra turned, brushing her now finished braid behind her shoulder.
“Yes, my sweet girl?”
You scrambled for an excuse, but you were already in too deep.
“I was wondering if… maybe, I could have lessons with the children? To learn how to… to fly?”
The room was silent for a tense moment, Rhaenyra’s lilac eyes boring into yours.
“Y/N,” she started.
“Let her do it.” Rhaenyra’s eyes flicked to Daemon, fire burning.
You felt the bed shift as Daemon sat up, resting a large hand on your stomach. You felt reassured, warm.
“She might get hurt.” Tone clipped, eyes narrowed.
“Don’t act like you didn’t get hurt either, sweetling.” Daemon scoffed, tugging you closer so you were flush against his chest. “Love,” he started, breath hot in your ear, “we’re very proud of you. You know? I mean, we just wish you hadn’t bonded with the most dangerous dragon on this island, but who are we to deprive you of a dragon?”
You looked up from the floor, eyes soft as you looked at Rhaenyra.
Daemon wanted you to fly. Daemon understood.
His dragon was not born with him, he had bonded with Caraxes, claimed him. He understood the connection better than Rhaenyra did. Syrax had been bonded to her since birth.
“We won’t deny her this. Right, Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra had always been the type to think quietly. To almost always be deep in thought, to hide her emotions behind a mask. You never knew what she was thinking, not unless the mask slipped or she told you. You had always managed to make her mask slip, though.
“You can’t fly alone. Only with me or Daemon. You’ll have to… to read about Cannibal. Learn everything about him. Spend much more time together before you fly again. And lessons. With the children.”
When your face broke out into a smile, hers did as well. The mask fell. She looked more like herself, you thought, with a smile on her face.
—-
Princess Rhaenyra,
The crown humbly asks for confirmation of the rumors. Has the Lady Y/N claimed a dragon?
- Otto Hightower, Hand of the King
Otto,
Our wife claimed the dragon Cannibal a fortnight ago. Not that it is any of the crown’s business. Princess Rhaenyra and I will protect Lady Y/N. We will make sure she is safe. Don’t meddle in the affairs of Dragonstone again.
- Prince Daemon
Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon,
What joyous news. The crown is most thrilled. Dragon riders are always celebrated. And young Daeron has already inquired about meeting the dragon before he is off to Oldtown. Under the authority of King Viserys, the crown humbly offers Lady Y/N a place at the dragonpit, with our most senior Dragonkeeper to train her.
- Otto Hightower, Hand of the King
Otto,
Our wife will stay where she belongs. Please do visit the maester. Your eyesight seems to be fading, My Lord Hand. We told you not to meddle in our affairs.
- Princess Rhaenyra
—-
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“Slithering in our grasp” Triple A (Asa, Akemi, and Amaya) and Keiichirou (@gingerall ‘s oc!)
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A/N: Well… Its been super long since I made a fanfic, hasn’t it? Not to mention I barely made a fanfic with someone else’s oc! After a long long time, I finally got to writing my OCs with @gingerall’s OC Keiichirou which takes place in one of his fics called Eden and its downfall. I really hope I did him justice for you! Also I’m really curious as to how he would react to my OCs, especially Akemi…👀👀👀
The Sakamaki manor’s atmosphere seemed to have changed over the past few days. Never mind its usual macabre atmosphere and the faint stench of death from corpses past present it the earth below.
No. That is not the case, it all started when the current sacrificial bride decided to bring another man into the manor’s doors, for a school project, apparently. It was a strange school project not even the sadistic triplets knew or even heard in class, that is if they even paid attention in class. “I swear on it, Reiji! There is no project! That bastard is playing with us!!” Ayato exclaimed, running his hands over his ruby red hair in frustration, clearly starting to doubt himself and his memories of school fogged over the random things he thought of during class: Takoyaki, basketball, big breasts, whatever.
Reiji removed his glasses to wipe them, “Like I said, it would be beneficial for her to learn from Mr. Seong, her grades have been slipping as of late this year.” He explains cooly as he pushes his glasses back on. Ayato looks over at his older brother angrily before storming off in a random direction. “Stupid Reiji! What is he trying to fucking pull here? How dare Chichinashi bring another guy in her room who isn’t Ore-sama?” Ayato grumbled as he stomps his way down the corridor, paying no mind to the expensive porcelain on display, the assortment of portraits of several people he didn’t give two shits about hanging on the walls with their black stares nor did he pay any mind to who was in front of his way, fumbling over his phone as Ayato bumped into him.
“Oi, watch where ya going, you idiot!” The youngest snarled, the grip around his phone tightened as he scolds his older narcissistic brother only to curse out again as his phone beeps, “Fuck! Why won’t she pick up? Come on, come on already…” Subaru groaned in frustration while dialing the number on his phone again, his ear pressed harshly at the recently cracked screen to hear the phone ring. “Hah? Says you! You’re blocking my way! Why the fuck are you on the phone for?!” Ayato questioned the youngest, grabbing the phone from his hand without warning to look at the screen. “Shut up, I’m trying the get that jerk out of here! Give me my phone back!” Subaru hollered as he tussled with Ayato over the cracked phone that was still ringing in his palm.
“Subaru! Whatcha calling me for? Me and the others are just about on our way back from shopping. Did you want anything? Snacks? Some trinkets for your emo outfits? I can ask the familiars to go shopping again if you want since we’re like, in the car so you have to send me a list.” A preppy voice calls out, filling the room and stopping the two vampires from their fight, emerald eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the girl’s voice from the phone. Ayato takes the chance to push Subaru away, “Oi! Give the phone to Ghost Eyes for fucks sake! It’s urgent!” Ayato demanded, pressing his ear against the phone harder in hopes of hearing the girl better through the low signal as Subaru tried to claw at him to retrieve his phone. “Huh? Did you want to talk to Asa? She’s busy now, working for your father, remember? It’s Thursday, her busiest day?” Amaya stated bluntly, her voice choppy over the phone, “Anyways, Me and Akemi are just about on our way back anyway, why are you so bossy with me Ayato? Where’s Subaru? Why do you have his phone?” Before Ayato could answer, Subaru finally snatched the phone out of the other vampire’s grasp. “YUI BROUGHT A SHADY FUCK OVER! HE’S IN HER ROOM RIGHT NOW!” Subaru yelled at the phone frantically, shaking his phone as the call went quiet.
After what felt like forever, the moment of silence finally broke, “What do you mean?!! How did this happen??” Another voice rings out, her voice grows pitchy and high with worry. “Akemi, wait! Don’t pull at the phone! I’ll put it on speaker right now!” Amaya urged, the sound of static and shuffling can be heard from the other side. Subaru’s face softened slightly, trying to calm himself down after his outrage, “So? When are you coming back? Are you nearby?” He asks carefully in hopes of calming the distressed girl as white noise rings out from the phone. “It’s just trees and more trees at this point. I’m not sure if we’re even halfway?” Akemi groaned in frustration, “Yesh, it's been like, what? Almost a century since we came here and we still live neck deep into the forest- WAIT A SECOND, I THINK I SEE THE MANOR ALREADY, HOLD ON-“ Amaya squealed over the phone, the sound of a door opening and a pair of footstep can be heard from outside and in the phone, Ayato and Subaru wasted no time to dash over to the manor’s doors and slammed them open, letting the two other vampires inside. “Subaru, Ayato! Please stay put while we go to her room, don’t do anything rash, got it?!” Akemi hollered, already making her way up the stairs with Amaya close by, trailing after her.
Panting. Amaya does her best to catch up to her sister, running as fast as her legs can carry her as Akemi turns to another corner, “Akemi! Wait up a moment! Come on! Slow down!” Amaya yelled frantically, reaching her hand out towards her sister’s hand, and clasping it between hers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!“ Akemi cried out, her breath hitched in shock, causing her to stop abruptly and almost fall to her knees as she looked at Amaya over her shoulder, eyes wide and alight with small flames flickering at her blond lashes. “Hah…Haah… haah… hah” Akemi panted, yanking Amaya's hands off hers as beads of sweat stuck to her bangs and face which had grown paler with worry. “Akemi…?” Amaya called out carefully, making sure she didn’t step too close to her sister’s space, panicked, fiery blue eyes never left hers until the licks of flames had dissipated. “Kemi… you good now...? … You know I didn’t mean to do that…” Amaya whispered, trying to find the courage to stretch her hand out for her sister to hold. Akemi pursed her lips together and shook her head to get herself together, “Yeah, I’m fine… thank you, Amaya.” she breathed out as she took her younger sister’s hand in hers to pull herself up on her feet. Amaya’s dark brows furrow at the blonde “You gotta stop pushing yourself when it comes to stuff like this, Kemi.” Akemi could only nod once as they made their way to Yui’s room, hands linked together, “Come on, that ‘shady guy’ might still be inside Yui’s room,” Amaya urged, tugging at Akemi’s hand as they slowly reached to Yui’s door to the vampires’ surprise, was slightly ajar.
Just open enough for the two to hear light laughter through the door.
“Really, Keiichirou-san, I’m so grateful for your help.” A familiar voice chimed from the open door; Akemi quickly peeked through the small gap to inspect further. She presses her hand against the door and the knob with the other, careful not to make the door move as she looks through the gap to find Yui perched on her bed, a genuine smile on her lips towards what Akemi can only guess to be the young man that Subaru mentioned over the phone, an enigmatic student that she never bothered to interact with until now. “Hey, please don’t say such things, sweetheart. Remember what I said earlier?” A deep voice rings out from the room, Akemi frowns but stays where she is to not alarm the culprit behind the door, “I appreciate you; I hope you won’t forget it, Yui.” Keiichirou states softly as he pulls the small blonde girl into his arms, hugging her so intimately that Amaya lets out a small gasp at the sight.
Taken aback, Akemi tears her eyes from the two humans before her to silence her younger sister, “H-hey! Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t know Yui had a crush of sorts!” Amaya whispered fiercely, waving her hands dramatically as she tried to contain her excitement. “Did you see those shoulders??? He must be the handsome type! Aren’t you curious to see his face, Kemi?” Amaya squeaks as she peers at the gap, trying to glimpse at the red-haired human’s face as she presses herself against Akemi’s back. “Amaya, hush. They’ll hear us, keep it down.” Akemi scolds her fangirling younger sister, gently pushing her away from the door. Letting out a huff, Akemi turns back to the door to keep her eye on Yui and this ‘Keiichirou’ man. Hoping he was too focused on Yui to notice them.
Until a pair of icy blue eyes met hers.
Akemi forced herself from flinching away from this man’s gaze, to stand her ground and wait for his next move as his red lashes fluttered toward Yui, “That’s strange, it seems like I’ve forgotten to close the door properly…” Keiichirou noted to himself out loud, causing Yui to jump slightly, “I-Is that so? I can go close it just in case…” she slowly stuttered out until Keiichirou lifted his hand to reassure her with an easy smile on his face, “No no, no need, I can do it. It would be worrying if someone was sticking their nose where shouldn’t be.” He laughed lightly as he sauntered his way toward the door, his eyes flickered toward Akemi’s as he flashed her a knowing smile, sending shivers down her spine. Akemi’s mind started racing, ‘If he opens the door and exposes us, Yui will depend on Keiichirou more… but I don’t want to leave her with him, in her bedroom of all places!’ the blonde vampire cursed under her breath at the thought as Keiichirou gets closer, his long fingers grazing against the doorknob.
Thinking quickly, Akemi knocks on the door.
Keiichirou cocks his head to the side, curious.
“Yui? Are you in your room? We just got back from the mall.” Akemi calls out, knocking again for good measure as she glares at the red-haired human through the gap. Keiichirou’s soft lips parted, his eyes never leaving Akemi’s, even as Yui brushed past him to open the door. “Akemi-san! Amaya-san! Welcome back.” Yui exclaimed, giving the two vampires a small polite smile as Amaya pulled Yui into a tight hug, “It’s good to be back, you must have been lonely, haven’t you? Who’s your friend over there, hm?” Amaya hummed with a smile spread on her lips as she looked over to the red-haired human with questioning eyes. “Seong, Keiichirou Seong, pleased to meet you. I came here to help Yui on a school project.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out as he gives both vampires his best genuine smile. Akemi purses her pink lips as she takes Keiichirou’s hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleased to meet you… I’m Akemi Sakamaki, this is my younger sister Amaya.” Akemi explained, pointing at her younger sister who gave Keiichirou a small wave, “Um… thank you for helping Yui out with the project while we were out. We were kinda busy.” Amaya mumbled, twirling her long black hair between her fingers. “Haha, it wasn’t too bad. We just finished it just about now.” Keiichirou laughs as he pulls out his phone to look at the time, “Oh dear, would you look at the time? I’m sorry about this but I need to call my driver to take me back home. It's such a shame, I would have liked to talk to you more.” Keiichirou lets out a sigh, feigning disappointment as his eyes find his way to Akemi once more, who only gives him a small, exasperated huff. "Well, it's quite late now, after all, I’m sure you have other places to be.” Akemi waves a dismissive hand as she lightly pushes at the boy’s wide back towards the other side of the door.
“Well then, farewell, Keiichirou Seong.”
Before Keiichirou could turn around, the door shuts in his face, leaving him alone to stare and huff in annoyance at the polished wood. On the other side of the door, Akemi turns her head towards the sacrificial bride, her delicate features now twisted in fear. “Akemi-san… why did you do that?” Yui asked quietly, “It’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything wrong, I promise…” She stuttered before the two vampires, her hands shaking as warm hands enveloped hers. “No… no, it's nothing like that, I promise. We were just worried” Akemi hushes, squeezing the human’s hands gently. Yui’s pink eyes cast down to the floor, her blonde bangs hiding her frown, “… But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He treats me like I’m… normal…” Yui pressed firmly, her lips trembling as she tried to bite back her grief. Amaya’s face softens at the sight and places her hand on the girl’s shoulders, “Hey, come on, Yui. I know that your situation is not… Ideal in any way but if this keeps happening, you and this guy could get into big trouble if this continues…” Amaya murmured, trying not to wince at the sight of Yui’s expression growing more detached as she tried to reason with her.
“… I’m grateful for your concern but can I be alone for a while…? I’m kind of tired.” Yui mumbled quietly, retreating herself away from Amaya’s grasp, “I’ll be sure to think about it… I’m not sure if he even knows that both of you are vampires.” Akemi eyes widen at the human’s words as Amaya lets out a soft gasp, “O…ok, we can leave right now… see you later?” Amaya stuttered, unsure what to do but her feet were already making their way out of the human’s room. “That didn’t go well…” Akemi sighed, combing through her blond curls in frustration as they walk down the manor’s hallway, “No shit, we sounded like assholes to her.” Amaya groaned in return, thinking back at her words and Yui’s crestfallen face, “…Maybe they should at least hang out in school in between classes? Keiichirou seems nice?”. Akemi shook her head, looking over the large window of the manor, catching a glimpse of Keiichirou leaning against the gate, “I don’t know, he seems a little off to me.” She frowns at the thought, watching the young man’s red hair get blown in the cold night’s wind with a faint line of smoke emitting where his soft lips should be. Akemi crinkles her nose at the pseudo-scent of cigarette smoke filling her nostrils, she shakes her head at the memories filling her head, rubbing her hands together, dissipating the small blue embers in between. Even after all the years of practicing, old habit seems to die hard.
“Keiichirou Seong… just what is he planning to do?”
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Out of Body, Out of Mind: Chapter 1 (A Silvaze Fanfic)
"Next time you two visit, it better not be to stop another Eggman attack!" The crushing bearhug of one Amy Rose served to emphasise a point that she had already made a half dozen times today, "Or an ancient monster emerging or aliens invading... or a wizard's mind control, or evil doppelgangers, or a ghost tornado, or-
"Amy, I think they get the point. Squeeze them any longer and they won't live to leave, let alone return," Sonic piped up from somewhere out of view.
"I'm just making sure they understand, darling," A singsong tone entered the pink hedgehog's voice, "To see my blue blur turned green with envy; if you wanted a hug that badly you only had to ask."
Blaze stumbled as she was released, straightening her jacket as she steadied herself. Her companion within the hammer-wielder's vice-like grip wasn't quite so prepared, only just psychically catching himself before he could tumble to the ground. The cat couldn't help but smirk as he wobbled to right himself and land beside her; this past week had certainly been one to remember.
What had begun with her and Silver crossing space and time to fend off a surprise attack from an empowered Metal Sonic had stretched into a two week long stay with their friends. While the initial days had been focused on recuperating following the battle, soon the pair of them had been dragged into hijinks ranging from movie nights to visits to Twinkle Park and museums. From sharing Amy's pull out couch to overnight stays in hotels, these past days had brought with them a certain undeniable freedom. It'd all ended with a final campout up on Angel Island. She was glad that she'd allowed herself to relax, even if it had taken a few dozen pleading looks from the time traveller to her right.
"Hey, Knuckles! Stop letting Rouge distract you, we need to get them home before there's some sort of multidimensional fallout or something!" Sonic called as he raced past, Amy still in pursuit.
"I really don't think that's likely," Tails piped up to strike down Sonic's teasing, "As long as Blaze keeps-
"She's not distracting me; she's trying to steal the Master Emerald and none of you are helping!" The echidna roared.
"Aww, come on Big Red, don't be like that," Blaze turned to find the bat hovering, elbows atop the great green gem as she stared down at the flustered guardian, "I just love watching you work, that's all."
"Get off, I'm trying to perform a ritual!" Knuckles insisted from his cross legged position before the Master Emerald, "If I mess this up, anything could happen; to them or us."
"If something goes wrong, we'll be able to handle it," The psychic hedgehog reached out a hand and Sonic came to a sudden halt, only to be immediately leapt upon by Amy.
"Yes, we're more than prepared to face whatever comes our way," Seizing the moment of stillness Silver's juvenile choice had induced, the cat raised her voice, "Thank you for the time you have afforded us to recuperate. I swear that when we next return it will be under less troubling circumstances."
"That's a pretty stiff way to say you'll visit sometime the world isn't ending," Sonic snorted, now swept up in Amy's arms, "But a promise is a promise; we'll take it."
"Or maybe we could visit your world instead," That idea seemed to put a sparkle in Amy's eyes, "We could have a beach day, or go sailing!"
"I will see what I can arrange," Blaze swallowed, trying not to think about the great social barrier which was her royal status.
"I'd love to visit the future sometime and see all the new technology," Tails proposed.
"Oh, um, sure, maybe at some point," Silver not so subtly floundered, plainly trying not to remind the young fox of the various apocalypses he endlessly faced in his time, "Knuckles, are you ready for us?"
"I think I am," He called down, "Come on up, push away batgirl if you can."
"Fine Knuckie, I know when I'm not wanted," The bat rolled her eyes, taking to the sky.
"Whatever," He grumped, "Have a nice flight."
"Try not to miss me too badly," She blew a kiss his way as she took off higher, "I'll be back before you know it."
The grumbling of the red echidna continued, even after she was out of view and the pair of them had scaled the altar. Despite his bashfulness, the guardian lowered his head and reached out toward the great stone with open palms. His muttering had turned from the topic of Rouge to that of prayer like chanting, calling upon the great gem's power. A green tint began to fill the cat's vision, she saw sparks crack to crease the air and felt weightlessness spread across her body. The moment was almost upon them.
"Guys! That's us going, I think!" Silver called down toward the giggling hedgehog pair and fox tinkering with his tablet, "Try to stay safe, keep an eye out for the next attack!"
Blaze elbowed the hedgehog's side, subtly really wasn't one of his strong suits, "Until we meet again, I-
"Knuckles, you need to stop!" Rouge's shout cut the cat off.
"What is it now Rouge, I'm almost-
Blaze's ears spiked high but energy had already encased her, both she and Silver were floating against their own wills. The cat tried to turn but found herself unable to do more than peer over her shoulder as Sonic, Tails and Amy began to run up the altar toward them. Blaze only managed to see what happened out of the corner of her eye. Rouge grabbed Knuckles by the shoulders and flew, forcing him away from his work just as a shadow cast over the master emerald.
The once green energy around them flared a blinding white as their transportation was interrupted. A giant metal mass, like a grasping yellow and red claw, crashed onto the massive emerald and reduced it to shards which flew straight past them. The last thing Blaze saw was an orange Eggman insignia before her vision became a blur of white and blue. The cat felt herself falling; endlessly tumbling head over tail in a swirling void like intangible foamy seawater!
She held onto her breath for fear it would be her last. Fingers desperately clawed out into the space around her, hoping to grasp onto anything! This sight wasn't uncommon, she'd been tossed like this when travelling dimensions before, but usually it lasted mere moments. This was more, how long has passed already!?
Something touched her hand; she couldn't see through this endless swirl but something had brushed her right hand! The guardian flailed out in the hope that it was her partner, reaching and stretching with all her might in an attempt to latch onto something. Fingers met her wrist and hers coiled onto another in kind. She knew that feeling, calloused fingertips and a chunky metal bracelet. It was him, she had-
No, he wasn't holding her right hand, he was holding her left. Was she just so imbalanced in this tumbling space that she'd lost track of right and left? Regardless, she had him- they had each other. This couldn't go on forever, they'd arrive somewhere, they had to land somewhere!
She tried to focus on the Sol Emeralds, tried to harness her inherent connection to them, but her head started to ache. Everything felt wrong, from her left to her right to her tongue in her mouth and the weight across her body. This was all going wrong and her lungs were burning, she had to take a breath but there was no hope of air.
As she gasped the world around her began to darken. First the white faded from amongst the sky blue it was mixed with, then that blue faded indigo. Whether it was her body now failing her or the end of their travels she had no idea; but she held tighter onto Silver as that indigo faded to black.
Then, with no more than a blink, Blaze saw white again. Her whole body felt heavy and her mouth felt dry, it took a few more moments of just lying there and blinking to recognise that the white above her was no void. It was a cloudy sky. There was grass to her back. A cool wind was blowing.
She shut her eyes, her shoulders and back were aching, had the fall agitated the wounds from the fight those weeks ago? Blaze was certain she'd fully healed, that she was ready to face whatever came next. Well, regardless of her state, they had to get back and help their friends. That surprise attack could easily have been the next calamity set to destroy their world.
Blaze clenched her left hand and did still feel that she was holding her partner's right. No matter where they both were, whether they were still in Silver's past or they had made it to her dimension, they were still together. They could get out of this. They could fix this.
Wait, no. Something was wrong. Silver's fingers weren't as slender as the set she was feeling now. There was no thick metal band at the wrist of this hand. She felt a psychic static as their palms creased over each other's but something felt different, something felt wrong. Regardless of who she was lying next to, they weren't moving. Something had to be-
Blaze rose from her lying position, sitting up and turning, only to find herself staring down at a white furred muzzle on an otherwise purple furred face. A red gemstone was centred on the form's forehead and their hair was in a tall raised ponytail. The lying figure wore a purple long coat, white tights and heeled shoes. That form was her own body; Blaze was looking down at herself.
A hand was holding hers; a hand attached to a white furred forearm, itself wearing a great golden cuff. Silver's hand. A hand she had just raised before her face, the one she was seeing out of right now, and looked to find it was attached to her body. Something had gone terribly wrong, but she had to know the full story, she had to confirm it all.
Leaning over, feeling stiffness in her shoulders, Blaze pushed a hand to the neck of her prior body and felt a pulse plainly beating. Amber eyes flickered open as she leaned over, a daze marred that form's face followed by a rather uncouth bellowing yawn. By that alone Blaze had her suspicions but she had to confirm it; it wasn't safe. Her hands came down heavy and hard against her own body's shoulders, jolting the recently unconscious form into a more awake state.
"Silver, is that you?" She barked down.
"I'm Silver, yes... but you're..." Realisation seemed to grip the individual, panic entered their eyes, "Who are you? What are you doing-
"No, that's not enough. Eggman attacked as we were leaving, I need to be certain that you are you," Anything could have happened while they were falling between dimensions, whether that was part of the doctor's plans or otherwise.
"Blaze?" The imposter blinked, perhaps putting this together as she had, "Okay, yes, I am Silver... how do I prove I'm Silver? How do you prove you're Blaze?"
"We have time together we can draw upon that no one else should recall, there would be no records of it. If we use that, then I will have every confidence that you are Silver in my body," The form beneath her still looked unsure, so Blaze opted to open, "Ask me a question from that time, one which only I would know the answer to."
This had in itself actually been a ploy, an effort to get some extra affirmation through not letting this potential imposter use her question to scramble for one in turn.
"How did you explain the Chaos Emeralds to me when we first found one?" The form beneath her asked.
"I told you they were good luck charms," That question was sufficient, a clear moment with an obvious answer... but Blaze had to be sure, "Where did I find you after we were first sent to the past, when Mephiles separated us?"
"By a dock in Soleanna, on some stairs near the water," Blunt regret entered her prior body's eyes as the tale continued, "There were boats there, I was looking out over the water. It was after I'd tried to kill Sonic for the first time. Amy had stopped me..."
Blaze slackened her grip as relief flooded through her, "I'm glad it's you in there Silver... but I don't know what we're going to do."
"Where are," His speech came to a sudden stop, his brows furrowed, "Ow..."
"What happened, are you okay?" Panic for both her partner and her body swept through Blaze as she scanned for the source of the pain.
"I'm fine, I just bit my tongue," He grumbled, "Your teeth really are sharp..."
As he raised a hand to his cheek, a flash of orange and fresh terror swept over the now hedgehog. Flames were dancing along feline fingers as a cheek was rubbed- the very power Blaze had spent so many years learning to control and hone were now in the hands of a total novice. Ever so quickly the monarch pushed the cat's hand from his face and pinned it into the grass next to him, mirroring that manoeuvre on the other side. Remembering what Silver himself had done in times before, she concentrated on the burning hand only to watch as a cyan pulse blew the flames away. Had it always been that easy for him?
"We need to get you somewhere safe," She insisted, eyes now flickering to her surroundings, "Then we can figure this out. I'm certain we can find a way to fix this."
Blaze quickly recognised just where they were; great twisting shaped topiaries were to their left and a large glass greenhouse to their right. They were in the middle of the royal gardens, they had made it to the right space... but had they made it to the right time? The only way to find that out would-
"Oi, mates, you're back!" Blaze looked over her shoulder only to get an eyeful of quill, she had to really turn to see Marine approaching, "And closer than ever I can see, not back for a moment and you're already all over each other, strewth. What, were Sonic and Amy's eyes on you the whole time? Need to make up for missed snoggin'?"
"Marine, it is imperative that you listen to me," Blaze quickly rose from atop her partner, stomping in boots that felt overly heavy, "When did we leave here last, why did we leave?"
"Oh um," The raccoon looked even smaller than usual, her current unfamiliar shadow cast over her, "About two weeks ago? To help save Sonic's world?"
"Be more specific than that, to save it from what?" The pyrokinetic turn psychokinetic insisted.
"Umm... was it the ghost tornado?" Blaze's eyes widened for a moment, "No, no, that was last time," The raccoon started to bounce her leg, deep in thought, "Don't tell me mate... Metal Sonic, it was an upgraded Metal Sonic, final answer!"
Relief swept through the guardian. They were in the right place at the right time, just in the wrong bodies. It wasn't as though they were completely-
"Um, help?!" Blaze turned to find that Silver had risen to his feet but was wobbling, struggling for balance with burning hands flailing at his sides.
Blaze raced over, zooming around behind the cat to catch him by the wrists. It was strange to look over a shoulder that was hers, let alone to find herself taller than her own body. Gently, the hedgehog allowed her psychic power to leak and sooth over his burning hands. It was a strange sensation, like water running off of her palm and into the air; yet she still felt all that the output energy touched. She was the breeze coiling around his wrists and snuffing those flames.
"Easy, take deep breaths, you can control this," Blaze whispered into his ear, gently bringing his arms to his sides as she allowed their fingers to interlock, "We need to fix this as quickly as possible..."
"Sorry, I got excited to see Marine and it just... it feels like I'm overflowing, is this really what every day is like for you?" He was hot to the touch, burning up in a way Blaze couldn't remember physically feeling while in her own body.
"What's goin' on? You two are acting real weird," The youngster rubbed her chin, "I mean, weirder than usual."
"Blaze got sick in the other dimension. It's impacting her sense of balance, which in turn is affecting her control over her pyrokinesis," Blaze said, hoping Silver's inability to lie was a personality trait rather than a physiological one, "We need to move her to the palace courtyard; that way she won't risk burning anything or anyone."
The feline in her grasp stiffened but didn't speak up, clearly trying to go along with the plan.
"Oh strewth, sounds serious," Marine panicked as the lie worked, "Well hurry up then, sweep her off her feet and cart her to safety mate. If you fly her there you'll save the roses, and have a chance to smooch among the clouds."
Right, flying. This was going to be difficult. Silver's look of recognition, worn so plainly exaggerated on her own face, confirmed that worry. Lying had seemed like the right idea, both to keep Silver safe but also to prevent panic throughout the kingdom. If word spread that the guardian and her closest ally were both out of commission then uproar or even an invasion could occur.
Releasing the feline's hands, she allowed the heavy grasp of her new body to drift across her old one. Her right arm wrapped around Silver's shoulders while her left slipped beneath his knee to lift him off the ground. As it always had, the cat's form slotted flush against the hedgehog's chest- his head was against her shoulder. Was she really this light... or was Silver stronger than she'd been giving him credit? She had been noticing this body's shoulders in her peripheral vision a lot more than she had her own...
"Wait, this... feels weird," Did she look like that when she usually blushed? She hoped she wasn't usually so beet red, let alone volcanic to hold.
"Try not to think about it, that's what I usually do," She muttered under her breath, "How do I fly?"
"Oh, um," Silver leaned up, whispering into her ear, "You want to let the energy flow over your whole body and then just sort of... think in the direction? The harder you think, the more significant the force. Try to be gentle with your thoughts, too much and things will get dangerous. Maybe try to just hover first?"
Blaze closed her eyes and felt the coolness of psychic energy wash over and encase her body. That was the easy part, she'd managed that much already. What on earth did he mean to think in a direction? Silver didn't always look where he was casting his power, so it wasn't as though he meant to focus on a point in front of them. Did he mean to imagine an arrow? She didn't think he was constantly doing that in the heat of battle. What-
Something smacked Blaze's knees and made her eyes open wide; she looked down toward the ground and very almost plummeted directly into it! With so little thought, so little effort, the new psychic found herself rocketing through the garden; battering her way through bushes at a breakneck pace and barely feeling them smash against the psychic shell around her.
She commanded her body to stop and came to a neck wrenching halt, still hovering around half a metre off the ground. A glance backwards showed that a not so insignificant portion of the garden had been torn apart in the wake of her movement; it was lucky they hadn't been facing the greenhouse. Much further though and they would have hit the palace wall...
"Maybe try to think less?" She looked down to find her own face cringing up at her, "Gentle thoughts, light thoughts, try not to push too hard."
"I understand that now," She grumbled, throwing one more glance back to a rapidly approaching Marine before looking to the top of the palace wall, "There really is no chance we'll fall, is there?"
"No," Silver shook his head, "If you start to feel tired or lightheaded we should land as quickly as possible, but I know my body, I can handle way more than what you just did," Blaze felt his arm on her back, right where she had held him so many times, "I trust you."
"I don't like hearing that in my voice," Blaze harrumphed, turning her gaze skyward, "Let's get this-
Before she could even finish that sentence they were far higher than they had any right to be. By the time they finally made it to the courtyard the new hedgehog was both lightheaded and tired. This was going to be long and arduous, but they could make it work. Couldn't they?
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Omega foosh, or if you don’t like A/b/o then foolish getting all subby during heats
I do like ABO but I firmly believe Foolish is an Alpha....but that absolutely has nothing to do with him being subby ;) Enjoy!~
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It wasn't the early morning sun that roused you from sleep, nor the cool breeze that would have you curling back into your bed partner. None of the normal things that would get you to start your day. No, rather, it was the claws nicking into your hips that pulled you to consciousness.
Concern was the first thing to cross your mind as Foolish rarely kneaded you this roughly. If it weren't for his physical appearance, you'd swear he was part cat. "Foolish?" you groaned, rolling to face him as best you could. He had a death grip on your hips, making it hard to move. "You okay baby?"
Finally he was within your site, and you were both calmed yet somehow more concerned. Bright emerald eyes were watching you, pupils blown wide. The totem god was worrying his bottom lip between his sharp teeth, nearly making them bleed. You knew this look all too well, and all the pieces settled into place.
"Aww guppy," you cooed, prying his hand off your right hip. You kissed his palm, making him whimper. "Is it that time already?" Despite your teasing tone, you were genuinely curious if you were reading the room right.
"P-p-please," Foolish stammered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He rolled you onto your stomach, his arms caging you in on either side of your head. "Please let me in..."
You huffed a laugh, adoring how single-minded Foolish became during his ruts. You remember being rather shocked during the shark hybrid's first mating cycle. It was rare for an Alpha to retain such an Omega-like demeanor during their breeding cycles. Not that you minded of course; you'd been told from the day you first presented that you acted far more like an Alpha despite not being one.
"I've got you Alpha," you shushed gently, reaching back to take one of Foolish's members in hand. With your guidance and his eagerness, it only took a single thrust for your deity of a partner to be inside you. It seemed he'd been working you up for a moment, judging by the amount of slick already accumulated between your legs.
Foolish's head fell to rest against your shoulder, relief flooding him at the sensation of finally being able to fuck into you. He set a brutal pace, whining softly in your ear. You knew he was looking for praise, even if your fuzzy head was having a hard time coming up with it at the moment.
"Such a good boy," you whined, rocking back into him as best you could. "Such a good Alpha. Filling me up so good aren't you? My Alpha, my mate."
The totem god keened at your sweet words, trying so so hard to get his other member in you. He explained it to you once; it didn't feel good enough to just breed you with only one of his cocks buried in you. He snuffled around your shoulder, around the mating mark he'd left in your skin.
A sharp pain blossomed along your shoulder, causing you to cry out as it mixed with the pleasure. Foolish let out a soft appreciative growl that faded back into a higher moan. "That's it Alpha," you praised, locking your fingers with his webbed ones as best you could. "Mark me, let the whole SMP know who I belong to."
The closer you got, the less coherent your praise became. Foolish didn't seem to mind, having manage to slip his extra cock inside you as best he could. His mind was on it's singular track that came when he too was gaining on his own orgasm. "Y/N..." he huffed at one point. "Say I'm yours, please mate..."
"Y-yes Foolish, you're mine," you moaned loudly. "All mine, all mine, my mate. C-cumming...!" You walls spasmed around the members the clenched around as you came, head snapping back to bonk against the shark hybrid's.
The force and sensation of you coming had Foolish following suit, a strange sounding growl falling from his lips. Both of you relaxed slightly, your Alpha doing his best to support you from fully collapsing. A warm tongue licked at the fresh wound he'd made on your shoulder.
"Thank you Y/N," Foolish rasped, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I didn't expect this one."
You chuckled softly, petting the golden skin of his face fondly. "I knew guppy, I knew," you sighed, pressing a kiss to his hand.
"I'm with you Alpha, all the way."
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butterpony100 · 9 months
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Hi this is a very late submission to @ninjago-oc-appreciation oc swap!
My blog to write for was @the-painted-siren and their characters!
(This is so late I’m so sorry ahhh)
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Where fools roam, Chaos reigns.
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The day started off slow. Dragging himself out from the comfort of his bed, Calem’s thoughts were muddled as he got dressed for the day. He wasn’t sure what, but he felt as though he was forgetting something important.
The feeling nagged at him long after the fog in his mind cleared, an answer just on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite place. Sitting down to eat breakfast was when an answer arrived for him, knocking at his door.
Opening it, he was somewhat surprised to be met with two familiar faces. One a full head shorter than him with platinum blond hair and thick brown roots, emerald cat like eyes sparkled with energy. The other slightly taller, with a split dye of silver and black hair braided off to the side, a set of ruby contacts glimmering.
“Lloyd? Lyra? What are you guys doing here?”
Lyra scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I told you he would forget.” She commented to Lloyd, as the blond huffed while passing her a five dollar bill.
The two let themselves in, scooting past Calem, and Lloyd not so subtly snatched up a slice of toast from the ready made plate on the table.
“Hey! If you're gonna steal my food, at least give me a straight answer as to why you guys showed up at…” he looks at the clock on the wall “7 in the morning?? Neither of you two are up this early, even on a good day.”
He raised his eyebrow at the two as they both shared chuckles and hushed whispers. Finally, Lyra decided to have mercy on him.
“Don’t you know what today is?”
“Uhhhh….” So what if he was a master of time? That didn’t magically make him better at remembering dates.
His hesitation spoke volume as Lloyd dramatically slumped over in mock devastation. “How could you, Cal! You would forget such a momentous occasion!?”
The gears in his head were stuttering like they were rusted shut until it finally clicked.
“Ohhhh…. It’s anniversary day, isn’t it?”
The other two standing in front of him burst into laughter, clearly taking much enjoyment in his suffering.
“About time! A full year of dating and somehow your memory is still garbage.” Lloyd jokes.
“I’m not even sure I have any tea on hand that would fix that.” Lyra adds on.
“Ok ok-“ Calem interrupts, face flushed with embarrassment. “Now that you’ve had your laugh, do we have any plans for today?”
At that question, Lloyds face shifted into a devious smirk. “Oh nothing much. But it just so happens that the rest of the team is staying at the monastery for the whole day, completely relaxed and not expecting any mischief whatsoever.”
Calem briefly gawked at his partner, turning to Lyra in confusion. “Arnt you supposed to be the smart one among the three of us? How did he get you to do this?”
At that, his other partner shrugged. “What can I say, he’s pretty convincing.”
“Cmon, Calem!” Lloyd pushes his shoulder. “We have the whole day to ourselves, but it’s nothing but yuck outside.” He gestures over to the window, where gray clouds gathered densely above the city.
“If we can’t go out, we might as well have some fun indoors!”
“I dunno..”
“Kai will be perfectly unsuspecting-“ Lloyd teases.
“I’m in.” Calem immediately agrees. After all, he has made it his life mission to annoy the fire ninja to his grave.
“Wow, you were right, it really was that easy.” Lyra comments.
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It was a quiet afternoon at the monastery.
Too quiet in Kai’s opinion.
Maybe it was just his paranoia acting up, but he swears that there was something about today that he forgot.
He’d brought it up to Nya, but she had dismissed him, saying something like “your just wound up too tight. Go blow off some steam.” Before returning to her workbench and tinkering away at some sort of mechanism.
Lloyd had plans out in the city for the day, and the other three ninja were all in the living room watching the new star fairer spinoff. Maybe he was being overly cautious.
Kai sighed and entered the kitchen, intending to grab a bag of chips before joining the others.
Of course, that's assuming he could get into the kitchen.
Distracted, he didn’t see the plastic wrap encasing the door frame until he smacked face first into it. He sputtered in disbelief, moving to try and tear down the ridiculous prank.
The plastic gave way easily as he stomped into the kitchen, now wary of any other tricks in hidden corners. From what he could see, there wasn’t anything else obvious.
Looks like some of the guys have been practicing their crappy senses of humor. He thought. Prepared to meet the others in the living room and give them a piece of his mind, Kai quickly flipped open the pantry to retrieve a bag of tortilla chips.
That was a mistake.
A small bottle of a foul smelling liquid tipped over into another bottle, the contents dyed green and suspiciously smelling of soap.
Kai had a split second to remember some obscure trend that Lloyd had shown him with something called “elephant toothpaste” before the result literally exploded in his face.
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Jay, Cole, and Zane were just in the middle of criticizing the quality of the latest starfairer spinoff when’s loud shout came from the kitchen.
“Was that Kai?” Zane asked as Jay and Cole were already on their feet, rushing to the hallway. Jay made it out the doorway first, which might have been a poor choice.
The moment his foot made contact with the hallway floor, he knew something was wrong. His theory quickly proved to be correct as the spot where his foot landed quickly became the only spot he could stand, stuck firmly in place.
A noise of confusion came from behind him as he turned to Cole and Zane, seemingly not stuck and looking down at the floor with stupor.
“What is it-?” Jay was in the middle of asking before turning his own gaze to the ground to see…
Fly traps. Dozens of bright yellow fly traps were laid out on the floor. Jay just so happened to be standing directly ontop of one.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me-“
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“What the heck is going on???” Nya shouted, emerging from her room to several commotions occurring in the halls. She turned to her left to see Cole race past her, a neon yellow piece of paper trailed behind him from the cuff of his pants.
She looked further down the hall to see Zane precariously tiptoeing through what looked like a minefield of the same paper, Jay even further behind him trying desperately to unstick himself from some invisible force.
She quickly turned to the direction Cole was running to see him meet Kai at the doorway to the kitchen, though you could barely tell who it was underneath the mountain of green foam that covered him from head to toe.
Silently, her mind clicked together the pieces and realized what was happening when another shout drew her attention. She quickly raced past a snickering Cole and a grumpy Kai trying desperately to remove the soapy substance.
Nya finally turned the corner of the monastery to see green eyes furrowed in frustration. Under a mountain of rainbow glitter was Pixal, her girlfriend.
“Pix! Are you ok?” Nya approached, stifling a few chuckles at the cute huffs the nindroid was releasing. “There is a reason why I feared to frequent the monastery on this day of all days.”
“Yeah, sorry for calling you out here. I just remembered myself.” Nya apologized.
“Wait, what’s today?” She heard her brothers voice question. Turning around, she could see the remains of several pranks on the four other ninja.
Kai and Coke were both covered in remains of the green soap, seeping into their clothes and probably leaving permanent stains. Zane, while making it through the glue trap unscathed, seemed to have run into a separate trap on his way through the halls, now covered in what distinctly smelt of soy sauce. Jay seemed to have the worst of it, covered in several sheets of neon yellow fly traps from head to toe.
Three sets of laughs drew the groups attentions as they looked to the side, towards a door that led into the monastery courtyard. From the doorframe, three figures stood cackling and shaking with laughter.
“It’s your anniversary, isn’t it?” Nya asked matter o factly to the trio of Lloyd, Calem, and Lyra.
“Mayybeeee” Lloyd teased in between giggles.
Kai was inches away from launching himself at the three before Nya strode across the hall and grabbed him by the arm.
“Pix, I trust you know what to do from here.” She gave her most menacing smile to the three in the doorway, their laughter suddenly cut short and replaced by looks of horror. Her lovely robot girlfriend mirrored her smile, also turning to the three. “Of course I do.”
Dragging her brother off in her iron grip away from the whails of teenage agony as the pranksters were assigned their various clean up duties, Nya pulled Kai into the laundry room.
Before Kai could sputter off a word of indignation, Nya threw a pair of clean clothes at him. “You’d better change. Master of fire or not, those ‘elephant toothpaste’ experiments generate a lot of chemical heat, and it’ll leave nasty burns if you keep those on.”
Kai muttered under his breath as he tossed off his sullied garments. “Why didn’t you let me give them a piece of my mind! Little pranks are one thing, but those guys could have endangered themselves and us if an emergency happened.”
As Kai prattled on, Nya set a hand on his shoulder. “But nothing did happen. Plus, how often can you say you’ve seen Lloyd smile like that.”
That got the brunette to shut up, turmoil clear on his face. Nya sighed. “Look, I know you have some issues with Calem, and maybe you think those three are getting themselves into trouble more often than not, but they’re all practically adults. They deserve to make their own decisions.”
Nya chuckled “And if they get in over their heads, that’s when we can swoop in and give them a piece of our minds.” At that, Kai chuckled along.
“I- I guess your right. I haven’t see Lloyd this happy since Sensei Garmadon.”
Nya nudged him on the shoulder. “When am I not right? Anyway, get your stuff together so you can come watch those brats clean up the mess they made. I know I’m making popcorn.”
Kai laughed out loud. “Ok ok. Now scram so I can find some actual clothes instead of the pair of pajamas you just handed me.”
Nya just shrugged “thought you’d want to lay down after all that excitement, old man.”
She laughed as Kai pelted his shirt toward her playfully.
In the hallway, Nya watched fondly as Lloyd and his partners in crime jokes and laughed with eachother, peeling the remaining glue traps off of the floor.
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Swing Sweet Cheeks Swing
(TW: 1930’s typical violence, gun violence, and some blood)
The Inspector looked over the booming speakeasy. The echoing sound of jazz music and cigarette smoke filled the air, her ears, and lungs. She twirled her fingers around the string of pearls she was wearing, watching the guys and girls twirling around, a pang of envy in her chest. She wished someone would dance with her like that, but due to her job, she didn't have time. And none of the guys in the precinct really catch her fancy. Her heart ached for someone to sweep her up and twirl her around the room.
She took another drink of her cocktail, and saw something out of the corner of her eye. The Inspector could wear she saw a fan of green feathers to her right, and she turned to look at what caught her attention. The Inspector looked up to see a man smiling at her, he had dark blonde hair that was swept back from his handsome face. He was wearing an emerald green, pinstriped suit with a black tie. His eyes were also green, though more of a spring green compared to his suit.
The green man noticed her staring at him and gave her a cheeky grin as took a glass of dark liquor. “See something you like, Sweet Cheeks?” His accent was British, the fancy kind she heard on the radio.
She glanced away, her face burning with embarrassment at being caught staring. “Just noticed that your tie is crooked.”
This seemed to catch the pretty man off guard and he glanced down to fix his tie. “Oh! My goodness, how did that happen? Thank you for catching that.”
She nodded, taking another sip of her drink and watching the dancing, her leather dancing shoe tapping against the leg of her stool.
“Itching to get on the dance floor, gorgeous?”
She jumped at his voice, he somehow got closer to her, his green eyes boring into her own.
"Why don't we go out onto the floor and have some fun? You look bored out of your mind and should enjoy your evening."
The Inspector looked at him with uncertain eyes but took his hand and he dragged her out onto the dance floor. She had to admit, the Green Man could cut a rug with the best of them, but the inspector was no slouch either on the dance floor.
The two of them twisted, twirled, and jumped, laughing happily jittered and two-stepped. He laughed quite a bit throughout the evening. He dragged her back to the bar after they finished their dance, getting some fresh drinks to quench their dry throats. The Inspector giggled and leaned against the Green Man's arm, listening as he spoke about something she couldn't even really remember.
The two of them moved a quieter corner of the speakeasy to talk. He draped an arm around her shoulders, looking at her with eyes that seemed to look into her soul.
She wasn't sure if it was her alcohol talking or if she was just desperate for someone to hold her but she was so tempted to kiss this man. As she leaned forward slightly, there was a loud bang as the hidden door broke, several men with tommy guns.
The Green Man pulled the Inspector under the table to hide from the bullets. The inspector growled and looked at the bartender, an informant who knew her and why she was in his establishment. He nodded and slid a pump-action shot-gun.
She looked at the Green Man, her eyes glinting like glass. "Stay here, I can handle this." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips before popping up from the table and shooting at the men. She knows who they are, a local mafia her precinct was trying to take down. They fell like flies with each shot, blood staining the wooden floors.
The Green Man looked at the Inspector, his eye glittering with awe as she yelled at the people to run out the back, and throughout the chaos, she stood like a boulder in a storm. As she pushed the last of the people out, a shot clipped her in the shoulder.
The Inspector jerked awake, gripping her shoulder that she could swear she was shot in. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, trying to calm her breathing. She tried her bring back more memories of that dream, especially with the Green Man but... they were slowly drifting away.
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»»————- i love candies ————-««
"Look MC, a cute doll." Aira pointer out a doll in the store. You stared at it and to aira with a tilt of your head.
"I guess... " Your not That interested in dolls. They reminded you of something cruel.
"Ehh?! MCchi don't like dolls anymore? And you were so obsess with them, your particularly throwing your life away for dolls." Aira commented with his emerald eyes glowing in possession.
"Oh... It's Air-pyon." You realize aira having his moment again. "Air-pyon don't find the dollmaker yet?" You ask in wonder as you nom a candy, kohaku who listen in wonder why your calling your friend with another nickname.
"Gahhh... I forget about this... " Air-pyon nodded as he realize he blow his cover up. "Yes we don't find the dollmaker yet..." He nodded.
"That sound depressing." You mumble as you look around, as if observing the surrounding.
"Air-pyon should wake up from this astral dreaming of yours. Don't visit this world for couple of dreams... Actually don't use that ability of yours or else something dare would happened to your dollmaker." You instructed him which made him confuse.
" Beside you already did something stupid years ago, now ai-ai going through the consequences of gaining a soul." You express and air-pyon can't help but be guilty.
"But I don't regret it. I will help you! I will help you like you helped me!" Air-pyon interjected. "Ai-ai felt the same too!" he added.
"Thank you. But pls wake up." You smile before you point his chest, causing him to faint and your able to catch him. Aira is back to normal at last.
"...I swear I'm not crazy." You quickly says as you saw the look of Kohaku giving you.
"MC-Han. I don't even say anything."(kohaku)
"Oh."
...
" Do you wanna know more about me?" You suddenly ask as the three of you, with you carrying aira on a Peggy back ride. And kohaku who's walking right beside you, toward your apartment.
"Kokoko. if you wanna share. Then I won't mind." He smile to you, feeling so secure and comfortable at your presence even so you and him barely know each other. But it felt like, you and him. Knows each other since forever.
"oh... That's right. Maybe I will change a fact in this turn." You mumble. "maybe it will stop [ it ] to befall you. " Your voice drop as you remember something.
" Gahh. Aira getting heavy..." You suddenly complain as your arms are getting tired.
" Kokoko, let me help you out." Kohaku takes aira away from you to carry him, himself as the two of you approach a lake side, viewing the beautiful sunset. The three of you went to seat to a chair to rest a bit. With aira sleeping soundly in your laps.
"I... I was put to a deep slumber. To postpone a tragedy, the very moment I was born. Because they believe if I was put to a deep sleep for a long time, Enough time to think of a plan to stop [ it ] it would solve all the problem... But sometimes, no one can escape such fate, a predestine one at that. "I do learn about stuff by traveling the world through a dream, watching the world's goes through the years I slept..." In a deep thoughts, you remember the past.
"... There's a consequence of waking you up?" The young dark fae seems too smart and easy to catch on the truck. Like always.
"Hmm. But it's not airas fault. No one can stop it." You chuckle hopelessly. " Aira gain a soul... It's my gift. " You added. " It's also a curse. "
Tears slowly falls from your eyes.
" If... There's someone at fault... It be mine... "You quickly wipe your tears before it would fall down to the sleeping aira.
" MC-han...
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" If someone dares to blame you for existing. I would eliminate them! As your h-husband... I would protect you!" A mirage or an illusion. You saw another kohaku who's wounded and slowly pixelize saying the same words.
But that kohaku have a red crystalized heart that slowly crumbing away as marking of chaos trying to crumble his existence away to nothing.
"Because I..." He was about to say something more but he saw the look in your eyes.
"I..."
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"NOOOO!!"
You were shaken as you snap out of your trance as the usual kohaku who have his crystalized heart in it's usual peach color, which made you sigh in relief yet it still made you panic.
"MC-HAN!?" the dark fae was surprised by your scream as you start to shake up as fear surrounded you and shaking like a leaf. Even aira is awaken by it.
"Ehh!?! MCchi?! What's wrong?!" He quickly ask as he wipe his drool from sleeping too soundly.
"Nonononononononononoooooo..." You suddenly have a panic attack as memories start to mix with reality. "Nonoo... Its my fault.. it's myfaultitsmyfault..." You cried as others start to shake you, to make you snap out of it. Because kohaku words trigger a panic attack.
"Ohgottohgott!" You whimper as the two try to calm you down.
"Oh shit. Here have some candies!" aira search for your magi candy and particularly shove them to your mouth in a frenzy. You slowly calm down when Aira is force to give you, your secret stash of noir magi candies.
"Geez... What did you say, kohakuchi..." Aira look at kohaku who felt bad. but he dont know which part of his words cause you to have a panic attack.
"I don't say anything bad love-han." Kohaku sigh as he look at you who's sleeping soundly now.
"Oohohohohoooo. whats this???" Aira suddenly saw something interesting. "You like MCchi?" He seems to notice the change in the color of Kohaku crystalized heart. Kohaku blush and cover his chest but cannot hide something so open for all fae to see. "S-shh... S-so w-what..." He mumble.
"Ahaha. I guess I know what happened to MCchi. MC have 'allergic' reaction to love." Aira commented. The dark fae raise a brow at his words.
" I don't know much about it ok? So don't quote me in this. But sometime ago. MCchi would have a very odd reaction everytime someone says 'i love you' or Love to them. They would scream like a banshee and would lock themselves in their room. It was funny at first before it gotten worse... Ah this is the worse reaction to be honest..."
Aira thought about it as he look at your sleeping form, the sunset and to kohaku.
"love can be express through actions. So don't give up. Kohakuchi." He added.
"...." Kohaku blushes as he cover his face. "I see... I thought love-han would tells me off for being emotional and easily attach." He added.
"oh~? It's fine! I understand it! I too feel the same. That's why...
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"I'm willing to go through it again, just so they won't parish as they are fated."
That moment kohaku saw a rare view of aira- and your heart but it's pure white but stigma of hearts and feathers embed it.
The sunset behind aira and his glowing emerald green eyes that glows in all knowing and pain, a familiar golden ring appear on his iris.
Sentient Aira Shiratori of this au-- the stigma of heart have fully awaken.
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"Oh. So your my love rival then. Kokoko." Chuckle as he look aira with a soft smile. " Rival? Ahaha. It's better if we're companion in the same lead... As the greater force is our rival." Aira added with a grin.
The day become night and chaos have began to take root..
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(1) Ai-Ai [ Stigma of Heart / Crystal Hearts AU]
(2) Air-pyon (context: free as the wind) MDD AU
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ratsghost · 1 year
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blueberries for the heart, hyacinths for the soul.
Did you know that Eating 150g of blueberries daily reduces the risk of cardiovascular disease by up to 15 percent? The delightful thought of having a strong heart. One that won’t buckle or bend or skip a beat.
“If thou of fortune be bereft and in thy store, there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
In Greek mythology, Apollo was playing discus with his lover Hyacinthus and Hyacinthus was hit in the head with the discus and died. Apollo wept so hard at his grave that flowers sprung from the ground where his tears fell. That’s akin to having the love of your life die from playing ultimate frisbee. Isn’t that hilariously horrible? Isn’t that devastatingly comedic?
I had actually missed that story during my Greek mythology obsession in sixth grade. Raynah told me about it in early September. During the intermission of Hadestown, we were talking about the art on the walls of the Walter Kerr Theatre, the beautiful murals of renaissance style figures, a centaur with a flute, and flowers surrounded by gilded ferns. The topic of favorite flowers was brought up, I told her mine was oleander because I was trying to be interesting and quirky and name a cool poisonous flower. (I wanted to impress her.) She said hers was Hyacinths and then told me about that myth. I haven’t stopped thinking about hyacinths since.
I think they may be my favorite flower now.
Or perhaps it’s Haberlea, tears shed over Eurydice. The lament of Orpheus may be one I can better understand. After all, Apollo was not the one at fault for his lover’s fall.
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with summer eyes and autumn skin,
i ask you for my home again
with winter frame i see anew,
and finally i
_________
gnarled wood of earthly joys, leave me be
summer berries red and ripe, smile no more
emerald leaves leave my sight, i cannot see
flowers of satin begone, close the door
please do not plant your roots
please do not i swear
please do not give your fruits
i beg of thee beware
my skull is not comfortable soil,
my water full of salt and brine
i would not desire for you to toil
my foul malfeasant mind
When I was in elementary school, the teacher overseeing recess monitored me to ensure I was playing with other kids instead of reading.
“It’s not good for a kid your age to be lonely,” she would say, the rasp of her voice startling me from reading my book.
“But I’m not lonely! I have friends, just not ones like you. I’d just prefer to read. To play with the friends in my book.”
She would begrudgingly move on, trying again the next day. Yet, whenever I could sneak past her watchful gaze, I would make sure to use that time to its fullest. Reading was what fueled me through a time that didn’t make much sense to me. I remember going into my backyard after school, and mixing up plants and berries I found, smearing them on a leaf, and placing it next to me as a spell to ward off evil while I read. And it worked.
I felt less alone.
I was always too much, too loud, too quiet, too strange, too normal, too sad, too happy. But words on a page could not judge me. Words on a page understood me far more.
Before now, It’s like I’ve been asleep. I rarely recall specific moments of my childhood beyond 5th grade, I don’t remember the people I knew or the feelings I had. all I remember was the books. It’s like I’ve been asleep all my life.
But recently. I think I’ve finally woken up. I recall the moments of last year as if it’s an eternal recording playing in my mind. Hearing my fellow cast members whispering backstage, peering through the scaffolding to check to see if the audience was full. Then, suddenly-! Lights out. Silence. I start to count in my head:
“one… two… three-”
I clutch my camera to my chest, and walk out onto the stage, the darkness shrouding me like a blanket. I hear whispers from the audience, they’re wondering when the show will start. Cue spotlight. Now, I speak with confidence, as I look out with an excitement I can’t describe.
“We begin, on Christmas eve with me, Mark and my roommate Rodger.”
Rent changed me.
I am someone who has faded into the background. I have been so used to rejection that I rarely let myself be seen. I remember the words spoken to me, by friends, by family by strangers.
“Your show was magic. It was love, life, beauty, and magic. I hope you keep making magic, no matter what you do next.” Being a character, being someone else, singing and yelling and dancing and smiling and laughing and being in the light on stage in the red and blue and green and yellow, was magic for someone. I had never been magic for someone before. All I ever did was steal magic for myself. Finally I could create it.
Sitting on a blanket surrounded by grass and trees and air that flows through my lungs with ease.
Seeing faces that I’ve seen so many times, and new ones that I feel I’ve known all my life. Pirates and papier-mâché, circe-perdue and toasting the axel, wine glasses with red velvet cake, fae and fire and fuel and feeling, all in one moment, in two, in three. Singing with Jonah and Rowan in Jonah’s kitchen, scribbling on paper making new faces new names new worlds, and doing it with them because if they aren’t shared, if they’re only in our minds, are they really real? I wanted them to be real with you all. Looking at them, looking and looking and looking, seeing beauty for the first time, people who you’ve always known would be there, and gazing upon just how beautiful they all are. It’s a humbling experience. To truly understand what beautiful means. To genuinely feel like you know why this world exists. What other purpose would it hold than to be the thing that these people walk upon?
what else could there be?
I love our world, our environment, our greens and browns and reds and blues, our wet and our cold, our hot and our dry. I love it with everything I am, and I love these people with everything I am. It only makes sense that they exist for each other. My friends exist for the nature around us, to bring life and joy. Our world exists for them, to cradle them when they inevitably kneel to the ground, in search of comfort or rest.
I don’t know what my future holds. I don’t know if the grasping, the wheezing, the laughing, the crying, the falling, or the heat that fills your body so harshly you want to crawl out of your skin will continue. But… but… there’s always a but. There’s always a smile, a kind word, seeing your face, that makes it worth it.
I want to make this worth it for other people. I want to make this world magic. So that I can finally breathe.
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jabberingdragon · 1 year
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So, this past January, I was down in Florida. For the first time in my life on earth for 26 years, I was able to encounter the ocean.
Her beauty left me absolutely thunderstruck. The first time I stood at the sandy shore, I was agasht of the fine grain of softness the sand was on my feet. I'm used to sand be coarse and harsh, but not here. The sandy beach traced the emerald green shoreline as far as I could see, such a pure ivory white that glowed beneath the sun, yet somehow, was soft on the eyes, unlike snow when it reflects sunlight. I watched the ocean roll, observed the absolute vastness of it, I listened to it, took in the smell of the air. Yankee candle has tried to capture the smell of ocean air in the past, but it pales in comparison to the real thing. Aromatic, pleasantly salty, with a note of sweet. Someone may call me crazy, but I swear the fragrance was a pleasant savory aroma, not one that induces hunger, but melts away your worries. Just by taking a deep breath, you can tell the air is alive. A candle company can never replicate the air itself, for they miss one key ingredient: Life. the first time, I allowed the sultry waves to overwash my bare feet, it connected me to a special kind of energy that surged over me and took me to a state of mind I've never felt before, at least, not to this degree. I remember feeling my eyes begin to swell and tears fighting to drip over my widened eyes as the waves crashed like thunder and rolled gently over my feet. I could never imagine how beautiful my first time was, and I am glad to have experienced it.
As the week went by, I encountered some lovely creatures, chatted with some friendly locals, and even met an internet friend who was just as lovely as they always are when we converse.
May I add, I adore how cheeky pelicans are. They're hilarious looking, and surprisingly large in person, but this particular fella I photographed was pretty used to people, of course did a light hiss and polite beak-snap if he felt you were too close, and to my surprise, he was quite intelligent. He definitely impressed me when he was using his long beak to point us to the food dispenser machine to feed him, but sadly, it was broken. He may not have gotten his free lunch, but he did win my heart. Nothing like the hardcore Canada Geese encounter, who will definitely not hesitate to shank me in the deepest darkest alleyways if I so much as look at them funny. Don't worry, I still love my foul fowls.
As for the cat? This lovely lady is Atticus, and she's a beloved Pier Cat that frequents the restaurant I happened to be by. She was stunning, and extremely friendly!
Now swimming in the ocean? I didn't get to do until near the end, as the riptide was rough during the week. The surf was a touch rough, but I didn't mind. I gotta admit, it was definitely intimidating. The ocean is absolutely nothing like the great lakes. There's a power to it that makes the ocean terrifyingly beautiful. What really left me speechless was the absolute vastness. No matter how far you look out into the sea underwater, you're staring down towards an infinite space that holds so many secrets that man has yet to even discover, let alone fathom. It's terrifying, but humbling. It made me realize how small my problems are....and understand and appreciate my roots as a multicellular organism, thinking about how far I have come to be into the existence I live in now VS my long since dead single-celled, archiac ancestors that lived in the primordial sea billions of years prior to me. In a way, it makes me proud of how far I've come in life, and reminds me of how little my problems are, because there is greater, more magnificent things out there that are worth my time and energy to ponder and engage with.
As much as I regret never experiencing the ocean at a young age, I am glad I did now as a fledged adult, because I wouldn't be able to string together words to perfectly illustrate to you my first hand experience, and how it made me feel.
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dragonsarecool · 1 year
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Whumptober Day 13 - Fracture
Thirteen: Fracture
A/N: A short, alternate version of Haddock's injury from 'The Castafiore Emerald'.
He had intended to get that step fixed. He really had.
He just wished he'd gotten it fixed sooner.
Even though he had literally witnessed Nestor nearly kill himself on that step two minutes prior, it had already slipped from his mind as he was passing a telegram to Tintin. "Who knows? Perhaps Bianca Cataclysm has been held up!" He smirked proudly, sipping his whiskey.
Ignoring the Captain's quip, Tintin unfolded the paper and quickly skimmed through the telegram. "It's from her, all right. Sincere regrets, stop. Cannot come-"
It was as though Christmas had come early. An enthusiastic grin rapidly spread across the Captain's face, as he let out a whoop of excitement that interrupted the reporter. He carelessly threw his glass in the air, oblivious to the large spray of whiskey that rained. "SPLENDID! Heaven be praised!"
"Captain-"
"NESTOR! Nestor, I won't be needing my bags!"
"Captain, that's not all she says…" Tintin snapped, glancing down at the telegram.
Haddock froze at the young man's tone. "What?!"
"Sincere regrets, stop. Cannot come seventeenth, stop. Arriving sixteeneth, stop. Regards, Bianca," Tintin gazed up at the Captain as he finished reading, watching the horror in the older man's eyes blossom by the second. "The sixteeneth?"
Oh, bollocks. Haddock spat out what was left of his whiskey. "…The sixteenth?! It's the sixteenth today!" Slamming the empty glass down, he began to sprint for the doorway to the main hall. "All hands on deck! Abandon ship! I'm off!"
Tintin rolled his eyes. Que diable, not this again. "But where, Captain?!" He shouted. "Where would you go?"
"…I don't know! Doesn't matter! I don't give a damn!" Haddock yelled over his shoulder. "Milan, perhaps! I never been there in case I met her!"
Leaving the confused young man in the living room, Haddock jogged along the corridor, his heart thumping in his throat. Maybe if I'm fast enough, she'll see my taxi leaving just as hers arrives! "Nestor! My bags, at once!"
He began running down the stairs two at a time. Who the hell does this woman think she is? How she can just 'invite' herself over and expect ME to host her! Me, Captain Bartok! I swear, if I have to see play host to her stupid face under MY roof-
He didn't see the step until it was too late.
It was as though time stopped completely while he sailed through the air, his right leg soaring to an eighty degree angle as he fell. He caught a brief glimpse of the magnificent ceiling above, and briefly pondered if the moment before death would be a good time to choose a religion.
His back slammed onto the ground.
His ankle gave off an audible crack.
He screamed.
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Tintin couldn't remember the last time they had called an ambulance for the Captain instead of himself. It was definitely turning into one of those rare, unusual days where he wasn't the one half-dead in a hospital bed.
It didn't mean he didn't feel sorry for him. He definitely felt sorry for the Captain. Infinitely and truly sorry.
Because now, after a one-night reprieve, he was being discharged from the hospital, and she had arrived at Marlinspike. He is going to absolutely love his welcoming-home committee…I hope Wagner can talk her out of singing to him.
As Tintin made his way through Haddock's ward, he could already hear the older man's incessant ranting, despite having the bed closest to the window at the far end of the twenty-bed ward. "Billions of blue blundering blistering barnacles…"
He entered the Captain's room, fighting a smile as Haddock crossed his arms like a child, fuming in his hospital bed. The older man's face lit up upon seeing the reporter. "Tintin! Ah, lad, can you just pass me that spare pillowcase and it tuck it over my head? I'd be most grateful."
Tintin couldn't help but chuckle. "Captain, I think these people may frown upon murders being committed in hospitals."
"For the love of God, lad, don't let them send me home!" Haddock grabbed the younger man's hand, grasping it with surprising strength. "I can't bear it, Tintin. I can't stand that woman. She's already sent me a bunch of flowers, and I've only been in here for one night!"
The noticeable lack of flowers on the bedside table told Tintin that the Captain had definitely done something suspicious to them, but given the thick plaster that was currently enveloping his foot, he wondered if he'd bribed a nurse to throw them in the rubbish bin. "Calm down, Captain," Tintin attempted to sound reassuring, but he was vainly fighting the laughter that longed to escape his throat. "Once you get started on the painkillers they'll send you home with, you'll be too tired to notice her-"
"Tintin," Haddock's voice was low, but carried a distinct hint of desperation, "Please, for the love of everything that's holy, talk some sense into these people. Tell them…tell them I'm supposed to be leaving for Italy today!"
"Italy, or any travel in general, is completely out of the question," The curtains were roughly pushed aside and a middle-aged doctor poked his head in, hands clutching a clipboard overflowing with papers. "As I told you yesterday, Mister Haddock, you've got a lateral malleolus fracture, which means you are strictly resting that foot for at least six weeks."
Haddock's anger ebbed slightly; he realised he was losing this battle. "…Can't I just wheel myself around Italy?"
Without replying, the doctor produced a stack of paperwork and handed it to Tintin, a condescending look in his eye. "You're free to take him, but make sure he stays off that foot. I don't want him back on this ward with another fracture."
"Absolutely, doctor," Tintin tucked the discharge papers in the pocket of his coat and turned towards his friend, a slight grin appearing on his face. "Now, do you want the wheelchair with the racing stripes or the pink ribbons?"
If looks could kill, Tintin would've been vaporised in that moment. He released a small giggle, which did nothing to deter the Captain's soul-destroying glare. "Okay, okay. No funky wheelchairs. But I can't promise I won't let her write on your cast."
A/N: Que diable = what the hell
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Chapter 1
|Eugenes's POV|
it was a cold October morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I had just woken in my dorm room, I suppose during the night I had fallen onto the ground because now me and my fluffy green blanket were on the floor, I stretch my awkwardly long yet thin arms as I slowly yawn and try to stand up, still tired, I stand now stretching my legs and realizing my dorm mates had already went down for breakfast, I panic as I look at my clock as it says "8:46am" on the small screen, my dark brown eyes widen, in a panic I start putting on my black slacks, feeling uncomfortable as they're rather tight and not quite what I like in pants but it is the least of my problems at the moment
Right now my two biggest problems are 1 I don't want to miss breakfast and 2 Claire is most definitely going to be worried out of her mind. I quickly throw on a ravenclaw sweater that I for sure didn't steal from my dearest and best friend, Michele Anderson, we've been friends since our first year on the boats to the Hogwarts castle, I still remember being super sad that we weren't in the same house, but then again we were 11, I smile at the memory of meeting Michele.
I toss on my Emerald necklace and walk out of the slytherin dorms, into the common room, waving at the few slytherins that either weren't hungry or had finished their food early.
Im now in the great hall and I sit down next to my friend, Henrietta, at the slytherin table, I watch as I see a very familiar short third year brunette hufflepuff stomping up to me and Etta, the younger girl looks worried sick, she also seems to examining my face and arms, they sigh as they notice I'm not even wearing my own sweater, "oh merlin, Eugene, late for breakfast and wearing Micheles sweater?? Do you even know how worried I was?? What if you DIED or something worse??" She says this anxiously and fast, I hear Henrietta chuckle next to me which causes Claire to give her a death glare, I also chuckle softly and quietly and tell her, "Clar, I appreciate your, errrr, concern, but I'm fine, you're acting like you're my mother", I see her pout as if she's a three year old, I chuckle and they roll their eyes and say, now more calmly and less anxiously but her voice always has a rather nervous tone to it " whatever, sooooo, are you two excited for Hogsmeade?"
"uhhhh, fuck yeah, I always am!" I hear Henrietta's beaming voice from my side, I smile at the girls but I start to realize the stares from a handful of other slytherin students which is starting to make me a bit uncomfortable but they soon turn their heads away as our conversation gets quieter, "so, what are we going to do?" I ask, trying to make my voice quieter even though I rarely do be quiet but I really don't like the attention we're getting from just talking, they notice and also act more chill especially Claire.
We talk and talk, not paying attention to the food by this point, breakfast is over and we're now going to the girls slytherin dorm, sneaking in claire with us into the dorm
As we're walking there a familiar face comes up to the three of us, its no other than my best friend ever, Michele, she comes up to us and hugs me and fist bumps Henrietta and Claire, I swear I could see claire blushing a bit when seeing Ella but I brush it off even though Henrietta is lightly teasing her about it which causes Claire to lightly smack her hand in annoyance.
"guys! Guess what!" The ravenclaw girl says excitedly
i hear Henrietta sigh next to me "what is it...?" Claire asks with a dopey smile on her face that she only gets around Michele although she still sounds a bit confused
"some Gryffindor boy gave me 4 tickets to a Hogwarts Trainwreck concert! Apparently the dudes friends are pretty flaky" Michele says, sounding excited as hell to go to the concert with us and obviously we all are excited
We all agree and I can't even see my own face but I know for a fact I probably have the most excited face out of everyone
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT SOON
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sparesofskva · 5 months
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Of Angels and Dragons
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Chapter Five
Minerva immediately notices that the Book of Admittance is blinking when she enters the room. It’s a rarity that this ever happens, only when a delivered letter gets destroyed before it’s been opened or something like that. She doesn’t understand the magic behind it.
With a wave of a hand, the Book floats towards her, opening to the page that seems to worry it. Running a hand over the names, she frowns at the one that’s blinking. Now that’s a worry. Snapping, the re-written letter appears in front of her.
Minerva quickly grabs her traveling cloak, heading out of the castle as quickly as a human possibly could. No need to draw attention to herself. Behind her, the lit name is of one Harry Potter.
९༨९༨९༨९ 
Dumbledore watches the small wizard with careful eyes, wondering how the half-breed can travel between dimensions. He even wonders how he manages to walk so gracefully and with so much strength despite his small stature.
There is one thing Dumbledore knows for certain: Filius Flitwick (and his twin as well) is different than most half-human half-creature beings he knows. He remembers when the Flitwick twins had started at Hogwarts, so the half-goblins were raised under Gringotts with their physical appearances and habits. Despite how much they would’ve fit within the snake pit, Dumbledore was ecstatic when they were sorted into Ravenclaw, as he wouldn’t know who would die first if they weren’t: the Slytherin purebloods or the twins. Then the end of their fifth year happened. Dumbledore still winces at the thought of what happened.
The younger twin (Starlight, Dumbledore hears she goes by now) permanently lost her voice due to several purebloods hating that a half-breed, let alone a female one at that, was beating their scores and acting on their hate. Most of them were permanently maimed in the attack or soon after its end by Filius. After that horrid June (and despite many parents wanting the twins expelled), the rest of their years in Hogwarts showed them gaining grace and beauty that humans and goblins didn’t have.
“You’re staring, Headmaster.” Comes the annoyed voice of the Charms professor, and Dumbledore shakes his head.
“Just wondering as to why you left so quickly, Filius, and I’ve told you to use my first name when no students are around.” Dumbledore quickly responds before he gets even more annoyed. “What seems to be the problem?”
“It’s family matters, Headmaster, which is something you have no right to know. Probe into it again, and I just might take your tongue.”
The near-snarl has Dumbledore backing away, hands raised in surrender as the other wizard disappears deeper into the castle. He swears that the other’s eyes had shifted into that of a snake’s.
९༨९༨९༨९ 
Neville carefully walks around the many eggs in the nest, surprised that the Elders have let him do so. Well, all things considered, it was probably due to him staying how drawn towards it he was. Running a hand down several of the larger ones as he passes, he stops in front of what would be considered the smallest one.
With the dragons carefully watching him, he kneels next to the emerald green egg and lays his hands on it. It shakes when he does so, and the dragons seem to rumble as one as they wait for what happens next. The egg shakes and shakes, cracks starting to run up and down the shell. With a snap, a piece pops out and reveals a green eye within. Several more pieces fall off after the eye blinks, the hatchling seeming excited to come out.
Soon enough, an emerald green dragon is sprawled out in the nest, scrambling its feet underneath it. Standing up on unsteady feet, the dragon makes its way to the hand that Neville had stretched out. Yelping at the sharp sting, he pulls his hand back to find a white, swirling mark on his hand. Tense and with wide eyes, Neville turns to the hatchling knowing what the mark means.
“Hiryur.” He mutters, the feeling of acceptance filling his mind.
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and-so-he-shall · 1 year
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blueberries for the heart, hyacinths for the soul.
Did you know that Eating 150g of blueberries daily reduces the risk of cardiovascular disease by up to 15 percent? The delightful thought of having a strong heart. One that won’t buckle or bend or skip a beat.
“If thou of fortune be bereft and in thy store, there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
In Greek mythology, Apollo was playing discus with his lover Hyacinthus and Hyacinthus was hit in the head with the discus and died. Apollo wept so hard at his grave that flowers sprung from the ground where his tears fell. That’s akin to having the love of your life die from playing ultimate frisbee. Isn’t that hilariously horrible? Isn’t that devastatingly comedic?
I had actually missed that story during my Greek mythology obsession in sixth grade. Raynah told me about it in early September. During the intermission of Hadestown, we were talking about the art on the walls of the Walter Kerr Theatre, the beautiful murals of renaissance style figures, a centaur with a flute, and flowers surrounded by gilded ferns. The topic of favorite flowers was brought up, I told her mine was oleander because I was trying to be extra and quirky and name a cool poisonous flower. She said hers was Hyacinths and then told me about that myth. I haven’t stopped thinking about hyacinths since.
I think they may be my favorite flower now.
Or perhaps it’s Haberlea, tears shed over Eurydice.
The lament of Orpheus may be one I can better understand.
________
with summer eyes and autumn skin,
i ask you for my home again
with winter frame i see anew,
and finally i
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gnarled wood of earthly joys, leave me be
summer berries red and ripe, smile no more
emerald leaves leave my sight, i cannot see
flowers of satin begone, close the door
please do not plant your roots
please do not i swear
please do not give your fruits
i beg of thee beware
my skull is not comfortable soil,
my water full of salt and brine
i would not desire for you to toil
my foul malfeasant mind
When I was in elementary school, the teacher overseeing recess monitored me to ensure I was playing with other kids instead of reading.
“It’s not good for a kid your age to be lonely,” she would say, the rasp of her voice startling me from reading my book.
“But I’m not lonely! I have friends, just not ones like you. I’d just prefer to read. To play with the friends in my book.”
She would begrudgingly move on, trying again the next day. Yet, whenever I could sneak past her watchful gaze, I would make sure to use that time to its fullest. Reading was what fueled me through a time that didn’t make much sense to me. I remember going into my backyard after school, and mixing up plants and berries I found, smearing them on a leaf, and placing it next to me as a spell to ward off evil while I read. And it worked.
I felt less alone.
I was always too much, too loud, too quiet, too strange, too normal, too sad, too happy. But words on a page could not judge me. Words on a page understood me far more.
Before now, It’s like I’ve been asleep. I rarely recall specific moments of my childhood beyond 5th grade, I don’t remember the people I knew or the feelings I had. all I remember was the books. It’s like I’ve been asleep all my life.
But recently. I think I’ve finally woken up. I recall the moments of last year as if it’s an eternal recording playing in my mind. Hearing my fellow cast members whispering backstage, peering through the scaffolding to check to see if the audience was full. Then, suddenly-! Lights out. Silence. I start to count in my head:
“one… two… three-”
I clutch my camera to my chest, and walk out onto the stage, the darkness shrouding me like a blanket. I hear whispers from the audience, they’re wondering when thet show will start. Cue spotlight. Now, I speak with confidence, as I look out with an excitement I can’t describe.
“We begin, on Christmas eve with me, Mark and my roommate Rodger.”
Rent changed me.
I am someone who has faded into the background. I have been so used to rejection that I rarely let myself be seen. I remember the words spoken to me, by friends, by family by strangers.
“Your show was magic. It was love, life, beauty, and magic. I hope you keep making magic, no matter what you do next.” Being a character, being someone else, singing and yelling and dancing and smiling and laughing and being in the light on stage in the red and blue and green and yellow, was magic for someone. I had never been magic for someone before. All I ever did was steal magic for myself. Finally I could create it.
Sitting on a blanket surrounded by grass and trees and air that flows through my lungs with ease.
Seeing faces that I’ve seen so many times, and new ones that I feel I’ve known all my life. Pirates and papier-mâché, circe-perdue and toasting the axel, wine glasses with red velvet cake, fae and fire and fuel and feeling, all in one moment, in two, in three. Singing with Jonah and Rowan in Jonah’s kitchen, scribbling on paper making new faces new names new worlds, and doing it with them because if they aren’t shared, if they’re only in our minds, are they really real? I wanted them to be real with you all. Looking at them, looking and looking and looking, seeing beauty for the first time, people who you’ve always known would be there, and gazing upon just how beautiful they all are. It’s a humbling experience. To truly understand what beautiful means. To genuinely feel like you know why this world exists. What other purpose would it hold than to be the thing that these people walk upon?
what else could there be?
I love our world, our environment, our greens and browns and reds and blues, our wet and our cold, our hot and our dry. I love it with everything I am, and I love these people with everything I am. It only makes sense that they exist for each other. My friends exist for the nature around us, to bring life and joy. Our world exists for them, to cradle them when they inevitably kneel to the ground, in search of comfort or rest.
I don’t know what my future holds. I don’t know if the grasping, the wheezing, the laughing, the crying, the falling, or the heat that fills your body so harshly you want to crawl out of your skin will continue. But… but… there’s always a but. There’s always a smile, a kind word, seeing your face, that makes it worth it.
I want to make this worth it for other people. I want to make this world magic. So that I can finally breathe.
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