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[nyny-berry71]

You plus me me is not equal us:

Yan/Zeke Jeager x reader

5-

A bottle had been thrown in the endless stream of their lives.

Yet, that night, this bottle seemed to have reached the other’s one soul.

The way they learned so much about an another life’s perspective as the seconds passed seemed to be a fairytale.

That night, they learned to know each other better.

She learned so well, she had forgotten everything about her own troubles.

As the minutes passed next to each other, she was slowly becoming fond of him and his way of being.

Everything about him attracted her.

And when she lingered her eyes on him and saw nothing but the light of her heart, she knew she would never leave his side.

The way he looked at her. His compliments filled with shyness. His attitude towards her. The way he was him.

The manner in which they had so much in common yet so much differences forced her to believe they were connected in some way.

Or that they were destined to meet on that balmy summer's evening.

"I fear you are right on this point but the destiny is quite awful."

She knew he was talking about the events that occurred earlier in the evening so she laughed.

"The destiny is the destiny, we can do no worse nor better…"

She was not able to finish her sentence as she yawned, tiny tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

"I do think it’s getting late and it may be time to take you home. Can I ?"

"No need, as I told you, I live quite away from your home and It would be an unnecessary detour for a warrior who has to get to the training camps at dawn."

"I simply cannot leave the woman I have spent the whole evening with. I owe it to you."

She looked at him with a dubious expression as an answer to his sentence. "The phrasing is certainly strange but I do accept your proposal." She gathered the few belongings she had brings with her and tried to get up from the grass which had long since cooled off.

Yet, the now embarrassed man, stood up quicker than she could and offered his hand to help her to her feet.

When she reached for him, she was not expecting to be swiftly shoved into his arms.

The sudden warm sensation she felt on his chest was the most intense sensation she had ever experienced in her young life.

Put this way, it sounds like the words of a woman of virtue who has never had physical contact with a man.

Indeed, it was the case.

Never in her life did she took the time to write letters to a man or simply talk with one of them.

Her dad was, since the day he had learnt he would be the father of a daughter, a protective one.

Since her early years she was not allowed to have male friends or even talking with one of them.

Her father was deeply concerned about her and could not bring himself to think about a possible relationship for her.

She was his only child, his only baby.

"I’m so sorry, I did not measured my force to pull you. Sorry for the inconvenience."

He sounded as embarrassed as a child.

The right side of her head, which layed on him, could hear his heart pounding faster than the usual as he was starting to stutter and mumble nonsense.

She slowly, but surely, pulled out her head out of his chest and looked up at him. However he was tall enough for her to not grasp the sight of his eyes. She untied her arms and took small steps backward.

"I would be concerned if a warrior had no force… it’s indeed a good sign!"

As to tease him, she pointed her finger at him and smirked eyes closed. The man was still flustered by all his embarrassing actions and could not manage to look at her.

As to notify him it was time to leave, she turned around and walked away.

Well, she did not have to walk too long before hearing him speak.

"…please excuse my lack of manners…it’s so lame of me…"

He finally said on a defeated tone.

As she did minutes earlier, she turned around in a rapid momentum.

The way she did was like out of a romance novel.

Her hairs got blown up in the air by the wind.

Her skirt followed her moving.

And her face sported a serious look.

She dangerously stepped forward him and stopped when she was standing not far from him.

"I’m no army, you just don’t have to be so rigid about your feelings and I bet everything will go on smoothly!"

She used her hands to emphasise her sentence.

"I know it’s hard to do so but if you do it for yourself and only you then I’m sure you will not struggle anymore."

"I know but why is it so difficult to feel part of something then? Why is it hard to understand how the others feel? I’m only doing things because I think it’s what they wait from me."

His head was still low, his fist was tight and she could see him slightly shaking.

She was taken aback by his sudden behaviour towards himself.

During the whole time they spent together, he seemed to have so much confidence, yet something was weighing heavily on his consciousness.

Tender face to his open heart, she steadily moved to his side. And it’s only when she arrived close enough to hear him heavily breathing she stopped.

In a attempt to show him she understood him, she reached for his hand in a gentle gesture. When she felt his warmth between her small palms, she tightened it a little. Just enough for him to finally open his eyes and look at the figure beneath him.

She had a soft smile on her face as she looked up at him.

"I have heard you. I will learn you how to feel better about your own self okay ?"

Her thumb gently caressed the back of his hand. "You don’t have to worry about opening yourself to me, I will never judge you for it. I think for now you only need to rest a bit!"

He didn't seem to want to answer but he wanted to talk to her.

"Have you ever done something for yourself?"

She was amused by his words and giggled just thinking about her answer.

"Of course, live!"

She said it with so much enthusiasm, he had to forget for a moment about his own troubles.

How could you live for yourself and not just to live up to expectations? This question, he was so used to asking it himself he had forgotten people could answer.

"I see… please…don’t change the way you think [reader]."

"Never will I Zeke, now it’s time to take you home! Come on! Follow me!"

She pulled him gently so that he finally moved from his immobility.

"Thank you…[reader]."

He whispered to her his gratitude. Yet the whole world could have heard but she seemed to be the only one who couldn’t grasp his words.

That night, he was the one grabbing the bottle from the stream. And he promised himself he would never put it back in the water.

[nyny-berry71]

You plus me is not equal us:

Yan/Zeke Jeager x reader

4-

And as he had promised, he accompanied her to the place where she initially wanted to rest her mind for an evening.

Night had already fallen over the town of Mahr when they took their places on the still-warm grass facing the river.

They had made their way here in pleasant silence, a silence that sealed their future relationship.

He was the first to sit down and as he did so he patted the empty space beside him. However she was still really timid, so she kept a polite space between the two of them in order not to invade his personal space.

"So what is your occupation?"

He was the one to break the silence.

"It depends on the situation, I sometimes work as a nurse when the hospital is understaffed but most of the time I work as a secretary for the army…"

"So you work for the army and still don’t know my name?"

He laughed.

"I’m really bad with names, sorry!"

She gave him a puppy look to make him forget about her failing memory.

"I’m teasing you, don’t mind it."

He shifted his gaze back to the scenery in front of him and so did she.

"How is the job of a warrior? Are you not scared to die all the time? It must be terrifying."

Just thinking about it, she was feeling sorry for all these young men and women who had died on the battlefield.

She brought her legs up to her chest and buried her head in them.

"When you are 6, yes you are scared I would even say terrified. But when you turn 20 and you spent all your life there, you are no longer afraid."

After a few seconds' thought, he turned his head and, in a questioning tone, asked her a question.

"Are you scared to die for your nation?"

Caught off guard by the his sudden seriousness, she immediately raised her head.

What if he didn't like her answer and reported it to the authorities ?

"No, no I never said I would not die for it but I just find it sad. I am grate-"

She spoke quickly, was stuttering and couldn’t keep her eyes on him so he cut her in her momentum.

"Calm down, I will not repeat anything you say. It’s normal to be scared and it doesn’t question your attachment to the homeland."

The way he looked at her was intended to calm her down. She saw it when she finally shifted her gaze to his eyes.

"I know but… we never know."

"Sorry, I made the things awkward, let’s forget about it. Where do you live on the camp, I think I never saw you there?"

"I live quite far away from the Main Street and I don’t really go out often. I leave early in the morning and come back late in the evening so it might be the reason we never crossed paths."

She resumed the position in which she was sitting a few minutes before.

"So I presume today was your day off?"

"That’s it, I managed to get 2 days and had planned to rest but here I am in a very unfortunate situation…"

She sighed, her expression was still slightly irritated by her beating.

"It’s alright now, I could accompany you if you need to go out."

"I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. But I have to admit you are indeed really kind, your parents raised you well sir Yeager."

"Don’t be that formal, Zeke is just enough. But I return you the compliment, you are well mannered even in such circumstances…"

He shifted his stare back to the river below.

"…and you’re quite beautiful."

He mumbled this last compliment and looked away again, so embarrassed was he by what he had just said.

She, who was still looking at him could see the tips of his ears turning red, it was cute she thought to herself.

She laughed softly while covering her mouth with her hand.

"Thank you for your compliment."

Her ribs were hurting when she laughed but she didn’t want to ruin the moment so she kept it for her.

The scene was as sweet as two teenagers who were flirting clumsily.

Part 5 here

[nyny-berry71]

You plus me is not equal us:

Yan/Zeke Jeager x reader

3-

The streets were nicer, the buildings were clean and bright and the people were always draped in their most beautiful clothes

In the middle of the paved road, she stood out in complete contrast with the reality surrounding her.

Tears were still flowing down and she, repeatedly and unintentionally, jostled passers-by.

Few said nothing, some violently pushed her away and a lot shouted insults at her.

She was just trying to make her way to the shore but the animal instinct of the man pushed some of them to heavily flirt with her.

Yet when these drunken men saw her armband, they immediately removed their wandering fingers.

"Hello there pretty girl, how can a beautiful woman like you can be alone in the dangerous side of the city ?"

Without her consent, he wrapped his arms around her neck. An action which allowed her to smell the vile odor escaping from his mouth.

"Leave me alone…please…"

She cried out this sentence, unable to hold any longer her trembling voice.

"My,my you sure are a dominant one…"

A sudden silence filled the air.

This silence was indeed nothing more but the realisation the woman he was hitting on was one of these dogs from the slums.

His reaction was swift, he violently thrusted her. Hard enough she lost her balance and fell backwards on the ground.

She was scared for her life.

And when she raised her eyes, filled with fear, to meet his face she was taken aback by the look he gave her.

Pure rage and anger.

"I am so sorry! Please forgive me !"

With an outward eye the scene seemed surreal, a woman kneeling on the floor desperately trying to escape but no one to help.

"Shut it ! You don’t even deserve to be there."

The disdain of his voice echoed in the crowd-less avenue.

The action that followed was nothing near

justifiable.

While she was trying to stand up and running away she felt a violent kicking sensation on her ribs.

And the gesture was reiterated a number she herself could not count.

The pain prevented her from doing anything other than protecting herself from the stomping.

Just when she thought she was going to die under such a miserable circumstance, the assault unexpectedly began to attenuate itself.

The man seemed to have been stopped by someone stronger than himself.

Never in this lifetime you would have witnessed his kind of people stopping by themselves.

Never.

These cowards were easily scared by some towering height.

This was indeed the case in the current event. The aggressor was being towered over by a man behind him. The street light, however, made it impossible to grasp the face of the newcomer.

"May I ask what is happening ?"

The stranger finally spoke.

The aggressor, taken aback by the sudden appearance of one’s much stronger than him, mumbled few insults and inconsistencies before leaving the both of them not without spitting at their feet.

The calm of the street had finally returned.

After making sure the assailant would not come back, the tall man got a little more closer to the woman on the ground.

"My lady, are you alright? Do you find it difficult to breathe? Allow me to take a look at your injuries please."

The unknown man spoke again but she was still unable to look at him, her pitiful condition was probably a sight for sore eyes.

Yet, at the hearing of his many questions she was able to hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Her eyes, still focused on her hands grasping the hem of her long skirt, dared to throw a discreet glance at him.

Thus, she could see him lower himself to her level putting a knee down on the dirt.

"My lady, is everything alright?"

Once again his voice betrayed a certain panic and concern.

"…y-yes… I’m doing fine…"

Was all she could think as an answer.

After giving him this unconventional response, she finally raised her head to meet the individual.

The young man in front of her was a good looking man who sported short blond hair and whose eyes were a light gray.

His imposing build contrasted sharply with the gentle expression on his face.

Despite his delicate features, on his knees, he appeared much taller than she was.

But, soon afterward, her full attention shifted to the clothing he was wearing. The typical high white collar uniform; his clothes spoke for him, he was a warrior who had dedicated his life in the service of the nation.

And when she shifted her gaze to his left arm, she saw on it a small red tissue which signified he was probably a titans shifter.

So, he was one of them ?

As she was still lingering her stare on his imposing figure, she felt the warmth and softness of fingers on her chin. He was examining her with a great attention, slightly tilting her head from right to left.

However this gesture forced her to met his eyes as they were only mere centimetre away.

Behind his silvery glasses, she could see eyes filled with nothing but tenderness.

"It seems your face is fine, on the other hand, I don't think I'll say the same for your ribs."

As if relieved, he sighed this sentence.

"I’m fine, don’t worry. And I’m pretty sure you have better things to do than worrying about me."

She weakly said this while lowering her head again. The forced proximity suddenly embarrassed her.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her by the shoulders in both his hands, forcing her to look up at him.

"I really I’m concerned about your safety because what better thing could I do than helping someone in danger? Are you sure everything is alright?"

For a moment, she was frozen in the face of all this attention. She couldn’t manage to formulate a coherent sentence that would make sense. So in great silence she looked at the stranger who had saved her life.

The man titled his head, as if to tell her he was waiting for an additional answer.

"Thank you for your kindness but I reassure I’m alright.”

As to prove her point, she tried to get up and so did the man.

However, she could feel an intense pain in her upper body. The pain was so severe it made her take small steps backward and in fraction of seconds, she tripped.

Thankfully, the man was able to grab her before she could totally fall to the ground. He was now holding her standing, almost against his own torso.

"I’m not sure your statement is true, my dear."

This sentence that gently mocked the woman's stubbornness was followed by a giggle he was trying his best to repress.

Besides how the woman was now embarrassed, she couldn’t manage to not laugh at the situation too.

The towering man could see the tips of her ears turning red, it was cute he thought to himself.

When she felt ready, she broke free of the man's grip and, this time, managed to stay on her feet without staggering.

She dusted off her skirt, recomed her hair and finally looked at the man in front of her.

"So…what are you doing out there as it getting late?"

The man, who seemed embarrassed by his question, awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

She sighed, maybe the idea of sitting by the shore wasn’t that great in the end.

"Initially, I wanted to walk to the river but I might just go back home now."

"Let me accompany you there!"

His spontaneous request caught her off guard, but after what he had done for her she couldn’t bring herself to simply walk away without an ounce of recognition.

"Are you sure? It’s getting late and you may want to go home."

His smile was his honest response.

"I am sure, don’t worry about it. May I ask your name my dear ?"

"Name/last name."

However, she did not immediately asked for his name, she tried as hard as she could to look for the name of this man she had already seen on the army training camps.

"It may sounds rude as you are probably one of those titans holder who protects the nation but what is your name please? I’m so sorry, it is so rude of me."

"Zeke Jeager. You don’t have to be sorry, not everybody has to know my name."

Once more, the smile he gave her was just so pure and beautiful she felt her cheeks turning red under his gaze.

Part 4 here

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Pt2 Broken Heart Collector

Bloodshot grey eyes watered as fat tears rolled down blood stained cheeks. The room smelled sour and metallic. Their so-called father violently thrashed his body, trying to free himself from his restraints. Levi grimaced at the pathetic sight in front of him, a weak man covered in his own vomit and piss as Luci pulled another nail out of their father's fingers.

Luci smirked as he cried. "Opp. That was your coke nail wasn't it? My bad pop's."

It wasn't a surprise when Uncle Kenny ordered them to kill this pig. Honestly they both knew it was coming eventually. They could see the hunger for power that their Uncle Kenny held. But there was always one person in the way-- not for long though.

"Levi? You wanna get in on this?

He pushed himself off the dark walls and walked up to the table of weapons Luci was nice enough to set up for him. "Sure."

All his favorite knives laid out prettily. It was hard to choose just one, he'd love to use them all. But judging by the way their father shook and how he drained of color so quickly, he wasn't going to last long,

His eyes landed on his favorite.. This one was special. Uncle Kenny has it made for him and it was given on his 10th birthday. The handle was clear and inside lay a pretty dried flower. It was purple and came from a garden his mother has grown. She cherished those flowers until their father got upset with her and had them all ripped out.

The killing was for uncle Kenny and a bit for themselves. But the torture? That was for their mother.

Levi calmly grabbed one of their father's sweaty ears and pulled. The blade slices through the cartilage like a hot knife to soft butter. Their father let out a scream as Levi lazily threw the ear over his shoulder and moved to the next. They needed to cut up his body for disposal anyway so they might as well get that started?

But for the fun of it, they made sure to cut piece by piece a little slower.

When they were done the man almost resembled one of those puzzles with over a thousand pieces. It was always a mystery how Levi and Luci always managed to stay clean when their basement resembled a horror film.

"Luci? Are you paying attention you little shit?"

Luci hummed. "What?"

Levi clicked his tongue and threw a black thick bag at his feet. "You need to dispose of the fingers and teeth properly this time. What's wrong with you? Need to take a shit?"

Luci waved him off and picked up the bag. "I keep thinking about that girl from school."

Levi raised a brow--

Luci laughed and rubbed his forehead. "I think I just need to get laid."

Levi scoffed. "You just got your dick wet a few hours ago. You have a fucking problem."

Luci snorted. "And you have cobwebs for pubes loser. -- wanna hit up the strip club with me after I'm done?"

Levi's phone went off and he shook his head. "I'm busy."

Luci hummed and picked up the bag. "Lame. Don't wait up for me."

He didn't plan on it.. When Luci finally left the room he clicked open his phone and read the information that was sent to him. Petra got back to him quicker than he thought. It amazed him how fast a female could dig up anything online compared to a man. If she didn't spend all her time underground working for high paying criminals.. She'd bring governments down if given the chance.

___________________

*Somewhere across town.*

You sighed and looked at the clock. "I'm sorry Coconut. But I need to go.. it's already midnight."

Coconut was a grey and white cat you adored at the animal hospital/ shelter you currently volunteered at. You spent most of your time here, not only because of your love for animals but you never wanted to be home.

"Finally going home sweetheart?"

You looked up at Agness. She was the old woman who owned the place.. It was small and connected to her home so she always stayed around to keep you company. She understood why you never wanted to leave so she never forced you,

"Yes, sorry for keeping you up so late."

She waved you off. "With my arthritis I'd be up anyways." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few crumbled bills. "I wish I could pay you more, my girl. You do so much around here for me."

You did all you could.. There weren't many volunteers so you did mostly everything by yourself. Agness took pity on you and started paying you out of her own pocket in secret. It wasn't much but you were grateful for anything she'd give you. Even if it was loose change..

You smiled at her. "It's okay. I don't mind what you give me."

She hummed. "It can't be easy. Especially with you now attending that fancy school of yours."

You put Coconut back into her kennel. "I'm there on a scholarship. I don't have to worry about payments if my grades stay up."

She looked at your pile of books and papers. "Pretty and smart. Better be careful around those snotty boys. One of them is going to swoop you up and ruin that brain of yours."

You laughed as you hung up your fur covered apron and quickly packed up your school bag. "I'll be careful. Goodnight Agness."

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The rescue's lights turned off and left you in darkness. There weren't many streetlights around and you would be terrified, but this was normal for you. The night air calmed you as the crickets chirped.. The moon was full and the stars bright--

An unusual shiver went down your back as you looked around. The streets were empty and only vacant cars randomly lined the street. Maybe this should be one of those nights you hurried home..

Thankfully your neighborhood wasn't far and it took you only 10 minutes of brisk walking to get you home. But that feeling never left you. A weird heavy feeling as if you were being watched.. It followed you up to your front door-- You should have just walked straight in but you just had to look behind your shoulder. You jumped when you swore you saw a shadow quickly back up and hide around the corner.. 'It's nothing.. You're just tired.. go inside..'

But when you entered your home with a hesitant breath.. It was just as dark and creepy inside. The door closed at your back as you tried to feel for the light switch.

*Click. Click.*

Of course... The power was out..

You groaned and brought out your phone to use as light. The house was empty and you could only dread when your father got home. This was probably going to be your fault somehow when he was the one drinking all the bill money away.

Your father wasn't a nice man anymore. Not since you were 8 years old, not since your mother decided to run away with another man... A rich man. That was supposedly your fault too, you drove her away because you were a needy kid and ruined her life.. It was all your fault and not your father's constant drinking and short fused temper or his abusive hands. But at times you did blame yourself, if she truly wanted you.. truly loved you. Wouldn't she have taken you with her? You'll always wonder and never know..

"Girl!" Why are the lights off!"

You hid under the covers-- He was home. And by the slur of his words, he was drunk.. Whatever money he had acquired was surely washed down the drain with cheap beer and cigarettes.

"GIRL!"

You yelped when you heard a loud crash in the halls.. Followed by a beat of silence and deep snoring. He was so drunk that he must have fallen and passed out before he could get to you.

Someone or something must have been watching over you tonight. Because when you peeked out of your room you found him outside of your door. His leather belt scrunched up in his hand. You were saved from a beating drunk'n beating tonight and you just hoped his anger would simmer down by morning.

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Pt.3 (coming soon)

[nyny-berry71]

You plus me is not equal us:

Yan/Zeke Jeager x reader

2-

A young woman was standing still in front of the mass grave Eledyan people were granted when dying.

Among the bodies of countless victims of war, sickness or old age rested her parents.

Both of them had not survive the epidemic which had spread through their camp.

"Dad, mom… why did you have to go ?"

She was so young and vulnerable in such a dangerous environment.

And it is when everything went wrong.

Like in a dangerously steep slope.

She had just buried a part of herself with her parents that a stranger had took advantage of her vulnerability to track her down.

At the beginning, it was only an impression of being constantly followed.

Like if he was living in her shadow.

Next, she was pretty much sure she saw the same little children running around her neighbourhood.

As if they were sent out by the mysterious man.

Then came the most disturbing and terrifying new habits of the stranger.

Watching her through the window and letting small notes on her doorstep.

Out of nowhere she could feel his gaze on her naked body when she was about to enter the bath.

But it never lasted for too long.

"It must be my imagination !"

She would always try to reassure herself as to not fall into a real madness.

And one day, in 842, it stopped.

There was no longer this constant pressure of being watched in the cocoon of her house nor outside elsewhere.

She was so relieved, she could turn 18 in peace with herself.

—

Yet, there she was three years later with the exact same fate.

She could never escape him, after all, it's not as if she had the opportunity to escape, she was partitioned to the wall of this cursed camp.

The painful memory of this period of her life pushed her to flee, at least flee this house for an evening.

Clinging to the furniture by her side, she pulled herself up onto her two legs and headed for the entrance cabinet with a grunt of pain.

As she had done to offer the sweets to the little boy earlier, she blindly searched for her exit authorization in the pile of papers arranged.

Once she got her hands on it, she recovered her house keys and made sure she had her real armband on her arm.

The next moment, she was on the almost empty streets of the neighbourhood making her way out this cursed place.

The main street was however still teeming with the evening hubbub and children were screaming an innocent joy.

This simple sight made a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She pursued her way to the gates and met, as always, the guards who used to get an eyeful of her and wandering hands on her intimacy.

"Stop right there!"

She immediately stopped at their summons, as to not get into more trouble.

"I have an authorisation. You can check it."

She waved at him the folded paper.

"You are not the one telling me what to do, dirty demon."

In order to impress his colleague, who seemed new in the field, the older man stood up and dangerously stepped forward her way.

In a rapid manner, he snatched the paper from her still trembling fingers. But he didn't seem to be interested in her paper at all.

"Let’s me see what we have today."

The lust in his voice and the envious look he gave her were so disgusting she wanted to run away right now.

Her only wish was to be quickly freed from this situation.

And as he was about to lay his dirty hands on her body, the young boy behind him cleared his throat.

"Huh… Boss I do think she is the woman with the special pass."

"What are you talking about, this prostitute has a beige armband! I can do whatever I want to her."

She could see over the guard’s shoulder the young man sighing in disbelief.

But what were they talking about, what was all this about a special pass?

"Hand me your papers madam."

"You are too nice with her, haven’t you paid attention on how to do it all day?"

The younger gave him nothing but a silent reply. She too, handed him what he had asked for in a certain quietness.

After a quick check he gave her back her belongings.

"That’s it, you can go out."

"Thank you…"

As she passed him to continue on her way, he held her by her arm.

"Next time, wear the red one."

He pronounced this sentence in a low voice, so low that she had trouble grasping the meaning.

She kept her head low as to not betray her fragile state and continued her way.

Part 3 here

[nyny-berry71]

You plus me is not equal us:

Yan/Zeke Jeager x reader

1-

Being able to live freely without the constant pressure of a nation wanting to drain every ounce of life from you must be paradise on earth.

Yet, when you come to the world with the curse of being born the descendants of Ymir, you cannot even imagine a world coming close to your dearest dreams.

This affliction is not just an excuse to harass you, it is literally the death of you.

They will, with no valid reason, send you to meet death.

On the battlefield you will be cannon meat.

In the daily life you will be the outburst of those who were lucky enough to be born free of this curse.

From your first breath of air to the last one, you will be afflicted with the anxiety of being killed.

This anxiety will ink itself on every corner of your flesh leaving an indelible mark on your conscience.

Yet you will deeply envy those who worked hard to be considered what can come closer to an human being in their eyes.

When you have nothing to offer the homeland, don’t you dare say a thing.

Or you could pay for it with your life.

In the last moments life has to offer you, maybe there will be someone to save you.

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The way back home was always the hardest part of the day. Moreover when she was carrying her heavy groceries bag.

She sometimes regretted having chosen to live in a house so far away from the gates. At least she comforted herself by telling herself she was far from the morning commoar.

On her way back home she crossed paths with some children from the neighbourhood.

Despite their miserable lives in these camp they were still running around, smiles plastered on their tiny little faces.

In a rush of inattention, one of the small figures ran into the young woman which caused some of her recent purchases to fall to the ground.

The huge eyes of the child lightened up in a sort of fearful expression. This reaction was indeed normal, out of the camp, such a banality could have caused his death.

These men were heartless and made no difference.

This chilling thought then pushed her to lower herself to his level to pick up her things and once done she replaced her full attention on the boy.

With the most lovely and gentle gaze, she looked at him and slowly began to remove the dust on his clothing.

"Hey there brave little one, are you okay ? Are your knees not scratched ?"

He quietly responded to her with a quick nodding.

"You have to be more careful however…"

She just couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence, the reality was way too harsh for a little kid.

"I-I’m sorry madam!"

"Don’t worry, it’s no big deal !"

She was so mesmerised by the innocent look this boy was wearing on his face.

In a way, she envied him for being this pure.

But for now, she had the possibility to keep this innocence alive a little longer.

In a quick motion, she reached for the jacket she was carrying on her arm and searched for something in the front pocket.

After a short struggle, she was finally able to pull out an handful of sweet treats.

Once more, the boy eyes lightened up, but this time it was joy.

"Here for you, don’t hesitate to share with your other friends okay?"

Saying the boy literally gasped for air was an euphemism.

If he was happy, so was she.

And as quickly as he could, he ran away shouting a thank you with a large smile.

She waved at him and stood up in order to finally return home.

After ten painful minutes of walking, she had finally arrived home and didn’t wait any longer to get inside.

She unshelved her shoes, put the shopping basket on the nearest chair and folded her coat on the only sofa.

After a short rince under cold water, she lingered in the storage of her purchases.

However it was a quick task, living alone wasn’t requiring a lot in the fridge.

The house she was living in was somewhat primitive and in very poor shape despite all her efforts she was putting to make is look decent.

The clock’s ticking above the door announced seven in the evening. It wasn’t really late but she was still exhausted and was struggling to keep up with the book she was currently reading.

She couldn’t stop yawning and her eyes closed themselves at times.

There, on her armchair she finally gave up and let the tiredness take it away.

However, not even one hour later she was brutally pulled out of her sleep by the sound of banging on the door.

At first she thought dreaming because why would someone walk all the way there to knock at her door? With this thought, she closed her eyes to continue her sleep.

However, the continued insistence of the drumming on the front door clearly meant that it was not a dream.

In a panic she rose up from her seat and looked up with fear at the door.

"You demon, we sure know you are in there! Open the godamn door!"

Throughout the window next to it, she could see two officers dressed up in their uniforms.

This wasn’t good.

It was terrible even.

She looked at her left shoulder and noticed the armband was missing, in her still dizzy mind she frantically searched for it all around the small room.

Even in the intimacy of your home you had to wear it.

Tears were starting to form at the corner of her eyes and she was now struggling to search in the drawers.

After what seemed to be an eternity she finally got her hand on the most important piece of tissue of the house.

However, she was still shaking from the stress the door’s banging gave her.

In a desperate attempt to control her fear she once more looked at the window, hoping to see nothing but the setting sun.

But no, she was struck by the sight of one of the officers who was cheerfully looking into her intimacy.

"You! Open the door immediately !"

She was standing still but had no other choice but to obey.

In the short distance which was separating her from the door, she couldn’t stop but to think about all the possible crimes she could have committed.

Going out without her papers, looking askance at an officer, cutting the road to a privileged... the possibilities were endless.

Yet, she was now in front the door and couldn’t bring herself to stop shaking.

A last breath of air, turn the key into the lock and open the door wide.

All this in one go as to not hesitate any longer.

"You’re lucky we’re not there to kill you. When we ask for the door to be opened, the door must be opened under one minute. You demoniacs creature!"

What? What was happening ?

Without even looking at her, he pushed her away to enter the house.

"Look at her face! She’s terrified!"

The second one did the exact same thing while bursting out laughing.

"Maybe you have something to blame yourself for?"

In a sudden twist, he dangerously approached her with a menacing grin.

Completely distraught by the situation she was now in, she only was able to violently shook her head.

The two who had stormed the house, without an ounce of respect or consideration, searched every corner while putting a nameless mess.

She was stuck in a position where she could either run away through the wide open door and hope not to get caught or docilely close the latter and sit in front of two monsters that could put her under an undeserved punishment.

Her choice was the second option as stupid as it might sound.

Slamming the door and docilely pushing her legs right inside the mouth of the wolf.

"May I serve you something to drink ?"

In an attempt to be nice she was forced to face the harsh reality.

"May you shut it and just sit down, we’re not here to make friends with the dirty rats of your kind."

It wasn’t a question of pride in such a situation, you had to obey and to obey quickly.

"My body is itching, don’t you guys know how to clean ?"

She gulped down her fear and waited for the sentence to be dropped.

"We were sent out today by one of your secret admirers, aren’t you a lucky girl huh?"

For the first time she gathered enough courage to look at them because what were they talking about ?

"This guy paid great money to offer you this, so consider yourself lucky we accepted his request. I can affirm you, if it hadn’t been the case we would have probably sent someone to kill you tonight ."

The men in front of her seemed to have a monologue between them, as if they weren’t talking to someone. They were too detached from reality, how could you humanly talk about killing someone with no second thought?

"He even let you a love letter with his small gesture."

"How pathetic of him."

The second added.

Once again they burst out laughing.

Caught off guard, he tossed at her a small and poorly packaged kraft bag wrapped in a string that seemed to have already been opened.

"I no longer want to stay here, I’m getting out of this rats house."

"Let’s head back to the bar."

And as quickly as they distributed her peace, they left.

She followed them only to close her door in a double turn and shutting the curtains down.

And only then she felt safe again.

While trying to understand what had just occurred, she made her way back to the table where she left the little package.

She was all the more intrigued, confused and concerned about the possible content of the latter.

How could such a light thing be costing a lot of money?

After drying her tears she slowly lingered her finger on the brown paper, feeling every crinkles under her touch.

"A secret admirer huh? What a strange thing, how could you love someone in this endless war ?"

She carefully picked up the piece and went to take a seat on the armchair on which she was previously peacefully sleeping.

With a great refinement she put it on her lap and slowly untied the string to release the letter.

It was a one sided paper yet when she turned it around to read the content, her blood turned cold.

"For my future wife.

May you stay safe with this little present of mine.

Yet if it is not enough, I still will be there, just behind you."

Suddenly her whole body was aching, her head was spinning and was heavily sweating.

It was starting again, this never ending cycle of being watched in the darkness of the shadows.

Suddenly the door she had closed and the curtain she had shut down weren’t enough anymore.

She was being violated in her own home.

Her own privacy wasn’t enough because deep inside she knew he was coming back for her.

She, who believed it was finally over, have just been fooled indeed.

Her nails violently sank into her palm and she folded herself under the difficulty in breathing.

In a desperate effort to keep her sanity, she eagerly threw the card across the room and abruptly stood up from her seat.

Yet the pain was so intense she felt forward on her knees, scratching them on the raw soil’s surface.

And there, on this hard floor, she miserably reached for her heart as to make sure she was still alive.

God only knew how much she wanted it to stop beating at this very moment.

Still, the fury engraved in her body forced her to hastily get up and grab the remaining piece of the so-called "gift".

With nothings close to the gentility she used to open the first one, she tore open the paper and threw it away on the floor.

She couldn’t believe what she was now holding onto her hands.

Between her shaking fingers laid out a bright red armband.

For the second time of the evening, tears started to flow down her cheeks and troubled her vision.

Wobbling between incomprehension and denial, she couldn’t wraps her head around this present.

What was the meaning behind such a thing?

Was it a display of power? A way to tell her he was able to keep an eye on her ?

As she did for the letter, she turned around and, blinded by the rage, threw it on the armchair on which she was previously in peace.

Her thoracic cage rose and fell at high speed; she was hyperventilating.

Part 2 here

[nyny-berry71]

Neuvillette x reader: The phantom of the opera

Given his important position, Monsieur Neuvillette wasn’t the kind of man that would pay attention to the rumours concerning the Opera épiclèse.

The Mother house of justice was subject of dozens of unlikely stories that would spread between those walls like wildfire.

However, when he deign paying attention to the futile conversations that surrounded him, Monsieur Neuvillette noticed that a certain subject was often at the centre of worldly conversations

It is said that during night time, while the opera was empty of its usual visitors and daily hubbub, a shadow would appear.

In the beginning, none of the guards had believed that poor ,petrified, man who swore to have seen the phantom of a masked woman.

But when the same thing occurred to the most experienced and calm nightwatchman, everybody considered that it was impossible for it to be a lie.

And it didn't take long for these corridors’ noises to swell and reach the ears of citizens.

We named her; the Phantom of The Opera.

According to the few descriptions we had of her, her hair were falling on her back like a waterfall.

She was dressed in a white gown that would reveal a gaping scar on the top of her chest. And despite the revealing clothing, her eyes were covered under a magnificent mask assembled with ornament and details of all kinds.

The few that had seen her were always left with the same impression :

" How is she able to see ?”

Some even say they saw her with The Hand of Justice spectre by hand; a badge of divine power that means that justice will be done.

The more the days went by, the more the rumour grew and it became impossible for Monsieur Neuvillette to ignore it. Every day that passed meant being questioned once again about the veracity of the words by worried people.

But Monsieur Neuvillette was a busy man who, when he wasn't in his office signing and studying cases, was on the throne of Justice applying the law.

Those silly little stories were , in fact , not his absolute priority.

But all of this changed when, one day, he spotted a new file on his desk. Wondering himself what could it be ,he asked one of the melusine what this case was about.

"This morning one of the Opera’s guard dropped it. Apparently it was about your person "

All the more intrigued, Monsieur Neuvillette kindly thanked the melusine and allowed her to leave his office.

By leafing the few pages of the case, Monsieur Neuvillette quickly understood that it was an accusation against the so-called Phantom of the opera.

Apparently two nights ago, during his night shift, a guard, who was doing his surveillance round in the Opera’s main room, witnessed a strange scene.

In the distance, of the furthest seats, he was able to spot a white figure standing near the Supreme Judge seat, imitating a plea.

But the "most striking moment" ,quoting the very same words of the guard, was when she abruptly slammed her spectre on the ground and yelled :

"SILENCE !"

Only for her to gently sit on the Throne and point her finger in the immense void of the room, and calmly but firmly say :

“Monsieur Neuvillette, I condemn you.”

Once he has finished reading this document, Monsieur Neuvillette sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He was annoyed to have to investigate such a ... minimal situation, which concerned his person, moreover.

Alas that was his job, so he quickly pushed the papers out of his sight and decided that it will be better to leave it for later.

Later turned out to be several days later, more specifically in the late and calm night that provided Fontaine.

After long days of trials and investigation he finally reached the bottom of his documents pile.

And there he was, once again, with the case concerning The Phantom Of The Opera between his hands.

The Comtoise clock announced 0:00 in the morning, and it was, for Monsieur Neuvillette, the perfect time to investigate directly on the premises.

With an external eye, his current situation was similar to overwork.

However, for Monsieur Neuvillette ,and as a direct representative of justice, it was important to devote every little moment of his life to Fontaine's safety.

That mindset ,therefore, led him to such a situation as walking in the middle of the night to reach his new source of problems; The Opera Épiclèse.

As completely absorbed by his countless thoughts, he didn't even notice that he was arrived at his destination.

He raised his head towards the huge clock whose hands announced 0:15 in the morning.

Perfect. He thought to himself.

If he referred to the guard’s statement, the Phantom was inclined to appear in this time slot.

Pushing the large double-leaf entrance door, he could sense the agitation that animated the entrance hall.

His sudden appearance, however, forced a return to calm, the guards having to greet the Iudex of Fontaine.

In the other hand, his arrival sounded like a relief for the night guards.

"What a boon your honour, your timing is perfect !”

-The man almost shouted-

“One of the guard told us a few minutes ago that he had heard noises coming from the room but none of us are brave enough to go check."

Saying this in a defeated tone, the Head Guard, seemed to reach for the help of Monsieur Neuvillette in a last, desperate, attempt.

He sighed.

Wasn’t it their job to protect this place ?

But in the back of his mind he understood them, after all it was in the human nature to be afraid of the unknown.

"I’ve heard you, if you'll excuse me, I must go investigate”

Making his way through the few people gathered in the hall, he quickly reached the upstairs door that opened onto the main room.

And there, he could hear it.

Now that he was standing just behind the closed doors, it was clear that something wrong was going on.

Because how was it possible to explain that the organ could be heard right now, in the middle of the night?

As cautiously as possible, he opened the door and slipped inside to face a somewhat "incongruous scene".

Below him, was a pale figure frantically taping on the keys of the cords instrument in a deafening crash.

He couldn’t believe his own eyes.

How could anyone be so shameless as to break into government property?

That little moment of pure chaos lasted for few more seconds before Monsieur Neuvillette was struck by a angelic yet puissant voice, forcing him to refocus his full attention on this mysterious woman.

"And though you turn from me

To glance behind

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside your mind "

And the almighty sound of the organ picked up again.

For Monsieur Neuvillette, these few words sounded like a desperate appeal in the middle of a storm. Like if a story was being told.

And as if immersed in his reflections, he almost missed the fact that the melody had faded into the silence of the night.

Suddenly, applause erupted.

"May I say, I’m impressed that someone as indiscreet as you managed to sneak in this very secured place"

An exclamation of surprise could be heard on her part, before being followed by giggles.

"As for you, you are truly discreet my Honour.

However, it would be more correct to say that I live here.

That being said, I must leave now."

With her last sentence being pronounced she just stood up and disappeared, carried away by her cape.

Given the distance between them, it was impossible for him to follow her.

From this short interaction, Monsieur Neuvillette was left with a huge amount of personal questions.

During the exchange, she never took her eyes off her instrument so, how was she able to recognise him in an instant?

By glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes?

Impossible.

Her mask obstructed her vision.

And that voice’s timbre of her, he was sure he already heard it somewhere.

But where?

But how?

But when?

This incident was occupying the Iudex thoughts.

The very same file that had been pushed to the corner of his office, in order to be forgotten, was now running through his mind day and night.

He was unable to explain it, but it’s as if the Opera was calling him.

And since that night, he could never resist answering this bewitching call.

Each night, without fail, he turned up in the main hall.

Each night, at the same time he was there, desperately waiting for her to appear.

But she never showed up.

For 5 months, it was as if their first encounter had changed everything.

The guards were gently amused by the sudden change in Monsieur Neuvillette's behaviour.

He, who had not taken the first report seriously, was now almost doing their jobs for them.

Checking one by one the dozens of rooms in the Opera.

From the underground cells to the luxurious apartments.

This situation interfered with his work and it was sometimes impossible for him to free his thoughts from thousand and one hypotheses about this woman.

But it got worse after the Sun would dissapear to let the Moon rise, he would continually watch the clock on the wall, impatient to hear the twelve strokes of midnight.

And that night was no exception.

As usual, the guards greeted the supreme chief of justice, and as always the Head-Guard was waiting for him at the end of the line.

"Good evening Monsieur.

As has been the case in recent months, I regret to inform you that no suspicious activity has been reported to me."

"You’ll see me reassured, but I’ll insist on doing my usual security round.

If you’ll excuse me."

And, has the guard predicted, he indeed found nothing.

As to enter inside the, last but not least, main room he was once more dissatisfied to notice that nothing unusual came out.

But as he was about to leave the place, a familiar sound interrupted him in his momentum.

Silence.

A spot had just been turned on behind his person.

Seing the faint light illuminating the wall in front of him, he thought dreaming for a second.

But as he slowly turned around to met what he thought was only an hallucination of his, turned out to be what he had secretly been hoping to see every night for the past few weeks.

There she was, standing near the organ.

Her fingers slowly tracing the wooden instrument.

And has he expected it, she took a seat on the bench. But yet, no sound from the organ could be heard.

She was sitting with her arms at her sides, lost in her thoughts.

For long minutes.

"I’ve spoken nothing but the truth, yet every one of you has turned your back on me."

She spoke.

She hesitated, lifting her arm to press a key, but then abruptly stopped and rose to her feet.

A sudden wave of fear invaded Neuvillette body.

The fear of her leaving and never returning.

He desperately extended his arm in order to reach her, yet he unconsciously teleported himself by her side.

His fingers firmly pressed against the bare skin of her arm.

She let out a soft sigh.

"My-my! Were you lurking me in the dark, Neuvillette ?"

"I’m deeply sorry if I scared you.

That was none of my intentions ."

The sudden distance separating them could make the world stop, but for now, only Neuvillette’s breathing stopped.

The grasp he had on her slowly fainted, yet still keeping a morally acceptable distance.

"I don’t think I need to remind you that it’s illegal to break in. Isn’t that so ?”

"It goes without saying that my Honour."

The way she insisted on the last word sounded like a mockery, but Neuvillette brushed it off.

"I'm willing to close my eyes on tonight events under one condition only, tell me who are you ?

Answer that simple question and you shall be free."

"Oh !”

Sadness and melancholy would be the perfect words to describe this reaction of her.

"I’m sad to hear that you didn’t even recognise me ."

"What is the meaning of this ?

Explain yourself !”

She could sense true incomprehension in Neuvillette voice.

"I'm the same as before and yet you cannot see through my eyes ."

She took a deep breath before starting over.

"I am…"

"HERE!

MONSIEUR THE IUDEX CAUGHT HER !"

"No! That can’t be !"

She yelped trying to run away.

But was pulled back by a strong hand.

And from that moment, the only thing she recall from the fury of the scene was a little word pronounced out of breath.

"I’m sorry …"

"Have you not heard yet? They finally caught her ."

"It said that the trial should be held in two days ."

"Monsieur Neuvillette was the one who caught her ."

"He’s not the Supreme Chief of Justice for nothing !"

Gossip.

Far underground, in the bassement of the opera house, none of them were strong enough to break through.

And yet, she still felt theirs weight on her shoulders.

However, her mask still on her nose, indeed, meant she had yet not cracked under the constant pressure of all of them.

It was her way of comforting herself.

"Are you even listening to me ?

Answer my request."

She sighed.

Behind the cell bars was Neuvillette glancing over at her.

"I’ll be blunt, no.

And once again, I will not take off my mask.

There is no law article about hiding eyes ."

"Fine."

He finally abandoned, she thought to herself.

"I will send you an attorney in the following hours ."

"No!

I’m able to defend myself alone ."

"You don’t seem to know what charges are being held against you …"

"Let me guess, trespassing on government property and defamation of a public figure."

She answered in exasperation.

"At least, declare your identity for the official record."

He was really desperate to have even a crumb of information.

"You already know me, look deep into your heart and you shall find the answer.

'The Phantom of the Opera' will be all fine."

She smiled, proud of her.

In a movement he turned his person and looked over his shoulder.

"Guards will come in two days to take you to your trial.

If you’ll excuse me I must take my leave. "

"Farewell Neuvillette. "

The way she insisted on his name, it was like déjà vu all over again.

The big day that had kept all of Fontaine on the edge of their seats had finally arrived.

The trial of the 'Phantom of the Opera' should start any moment now.

"Silence in the assembly.

I declare the trial open."

The sudden appearance of the Iudex made everyone in the room felt silent.

"On this day, the court case will face the ‘Phantom Of The Opera' against this guard here present.

The accused is charged with unlawfully trespassing on private government property and defamation of a public figure according to the guard statement.

Is it right mister ?"

"Yes my Honour ."

"Great.

Let's bring in the accused."

And from that very moment, everything in this room stopped.

Breaths were held.

Eyes were wide open.

Hands were holding the chairs.

Everything and everyone wanted to glimpse the faceless woman. The same woman, everyone had heard of but never seen.

The seconds ticked by, and as they did so, the sound of shoes tapping against the wooden floor became clearer and clearer.

She was coming.

The Archon herself rose from her seat to lean over the balcony.

Dazzling as she was in this white, almost angelic, dress, she finally appeared.

The Phantom was there, her eyes still covered under the mask.

"Let the trial begin!"

Shouted Furinq, excited by the idea of the end result.

"Lady Furina, no unauthorised intervention please."

"Let me ask you this one last time.

Remove your mask or you will be charged for resisting."

She slapped her hands on the railing in front of her.

"Then, evacuate the room.

I don’t want anyone to see me !"

Neuvillette pinched the bridge of his nose, completely distraught by the situation.

It had been less than ten minutes since the beginning of the session, and yet, he was already exhausted.

"This is a public matter, nothing can be hidden from the public. "

The latter, and the guard himself, stared in bewilderment at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

The very representation of justice arguing against this emblematic figure.

"I fear you’re right, it’s a public matter and nothing should be hidden from the eyes of the world."

Deep breath.

"My eternal slumber finally reached to its end!

Yet even in my furthest memories, I vividly remember that night Neuvillette.

The night where you stole everything from me !"

She marked a pause and looked upon Lady Furina.

"God may forgive, but I won't."

"Only one last thing remains to be said: May the storm downfall on YOU."

She dramatically pointed her finger in Neuvillette's direction.

"I'll ask you this one last time, remove your mask."

"I’ll shall give you my name as well that removing my mask."

She reached for the mask on her nose, determined to show her face to the world.

"I’m [Y/N], daughter of the unknown but victim of the illustrious Neuvillette."

Neuvillette froze upon the realisation of what was currently happening.

“The court is suspended !

That all of you leave the room now !"

True panic.

These eyes, these scars upon them, this name.

Everything recalled to him.

This face of her.

He has caused her so much pain, suffering and contempt so long ago.

"I’m glad you find some time to met me !"

"Officially, this meeting is for diplomatic purposes ."

"Come on, don’t be so strict.

This may be a ‘diplomatic meeting', but nothing prevents us from doing it this way.

Am I right ?"

"It’s not very ‘diplomatic' of us to stroll through crowded streets in such close proximity.

Am I right ?"

"Neuvillette, you’re such not funny .

Or you, maybe, prefer the name 'Monsieur Neuvillette de Fontaine, the Great Iudex of Justice'.

Sounds more ‘diplomatic', no ?"

He gently laughed.

The two of them then agreed to visit a place further away from civilisation; a cliff overlooking the eternal blue sea.

"Do you like it ?"

She asked him with a bright and radiant smile on her face.

"I’ve asked my dad to build this gloriette long time ago, but I wanted to wait for the flowers to bloom before taking you there ."

Saying that he was amazed wasn’t enough, because in front of him stood hundreds of white and blue flowers.

His colours.

"This place looks as beautiful as you ."

She chuckled at the compliment, politely placing a hand in front of her mouth to cover it.

"Let’s take a sit then ."

Her frail fingers slowly wrapped around his hand to guide him.

They each took a place on the bench,

Her hand still in his.

Looking over at the infinite sea, that was their peace.

But still, Neuvillette could sense that she was acting strangely.

Usually she’d be talking, laughing, teasing him…

"Is something wrong my dear ?”

The sound of the waves hitting the rocks below was his only response.

"My dear ?"

Still no response from her.

He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Please talk to me ."

She was avoiding his gaze like the plague.

But after gathering enough self strength, she finally dared to look at him.

"The other day when I was looking through my late great-grandmother archives, I stumbled across a document where your full name appeared ."

She took a deep breath.

"Like everyone else, I knew that you weren’t a normal human being.

Yet, reading that paper broke my heart because I am now sure that our love will never defy the divine law, and that sooner or later I'll abandon you ."

Tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes, but he wiped them away with his knuckles.

"Don’t cry my love.

Let's enjoy the present together without worrying about the future. "

"Oh no !

I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined the moment ."

"It’s alright my love ."

She could feel raindrops on her nose

"And it’s going to start raining ."

Gently embracing his figure, she was now so close to his heart that she could hear it.

"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t to cry or you’ll soak my love ."

"My love…"

"Your secret is well kept with me, do not worry my dear Dragon ."

He could fell her smile against his chest, and for that reason alone, he knew he had nothing to fear.

And in the end, the only thing that separated them was not death but the naivety of his beloved.

Indeed, during years his secret had been well hidden from the eyes of the world, but a clumsy mistake on her part led to her downfall.

One night, will out of town, one of her maid sneaked into her room and stole her diary.

By dint of watching over her master’s shoulder, will she was writing in it, she was able to spot Neuvillette’s name.

Hooping for a juicy scoop about the Iudex, she was not dissatisfied.

Indeed, few days later, a certain rumour about a certain Dragon involving Monsieur Neuvillette started to spread in the little village.

According to the rumours, [Y/N] was telling anyone who would listen that the supreme judge was the Hydro Dragon.

When these rumours reached her ears, she realised her mistake far too late.

Everyone in the village was already calling her 'The liar', her own family started to turn their backs, and the most heart breaking thing was when Neuvillette himself showed up to refute the remarks without even taking the time to clear his sweetheart's name and honour.

And when he turned to walk away from the crowd, she followed him.

Unfortunately the crowd followed her too, ready to make this slanderous woman pay.

"Neuvillette !

What does all this mean ?!

Are you just going to turn your back and leave me here?

Answer me !"

Suddenly, she was pulled back by her hairs by a man in the crowd.

And… he did nothing.

Nothing.

He just looked over his shoulder his ‘beloved' being hit, walked over, spat on and so many other atrocities that history did not remembered.

And from that night, only God knows how much she suffered.

In the dawn of the day, she was nothing but a bunch of bruises, injuries, blood stains and the new mother of two gigantic scars that stretched from her eyebrows to her chest.

According to the villagers, this public punishment was necessary because no one could lie about such an important figure as Iudex.

And from that night too, only God knew how much she despises Neuvillette.

Unfortunately, Neuvillette was the one gifting her with a poisoned gift; immortality.

He, who was once concerned about losing her, gave her a drop of his life.

And she was now forced to live for eternity, but dead to the world.

And that's what she did.

That’s what she did, until feeling the need to reappear and disturb the tranquility of his life.

"Do you remember, Neuvillette ?"

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Hiii!! So here’s my first story I hope you liked it!!! I’m sorry if there is mistakes or anything that isn’t correct I’m the only one re-reading my draft soooo

I know for sure that Neuvillette is OOF but it’s matched more the aesthetic so brace yourself

Feel free to give me ideas !!

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