#I knew I shouldn't have started The Terror but I couldn't wait anymore

[servuscallidus]

I kinda need to study but not really so I just spent the last two hours reading about the London East End and its accents

[good-writer-fics]

The Menacing Secret (Jennie Kim x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Lee Y/N, a 23 year old college student was off to interview the owners of the mysterious mansion; family sisters Kim, for her documentary film. In order to pass her finals, she must finish doing the assigned task for her. Unbeknownst to her, she made a mark on them that made the sisters go insane, especially to Jennie Kim.

(Blackpink x female reader | Jennie Kim x female reader)

��Prologue•

The dark ambience of the mansion and the freezing atmosphere did nothing but to fuel the rising terror inside her chest. Y/N found herself trapped within the mansion, she couldn't escape now. All she did for the past few hours was running, she felt like a prey. Her entire body was shivering to death probably because of the deep cut that was inflicted in her arm.

Tightening her grip around the flashlight she had been carrying since they started chasing her, Y/N could only flutter her eyes close and pray while she hides inside in one of the many guest rooms of the mansion. She never prayed so hard before, never in her life she did this but right now she needed help.

She needed a miracle to be saved.

It did not help the fact that they turned the lights off everywhere inside, leaving her blind and the only thing that made her see was the flashlight she had been carrying.

A shuddering exhale of breath escape past her lips as she slowly moved away from the door. The wooden floor beneath her feet creaking just in time she heard faint footsteps outside, accompanied by the loud music being played downstairs to the living room.

~Everybody loves somebody sometime

Everybody falls in love somehow~

Y/N swallowed thickly as she felt herself slowly weakening. Her blood was tickling down until it reached the end of her fingertips, leaving trails of blood on the floor.

She knew she wouldn't make it out alive. They wouldn't let her live, but Y/N refused to die without giving a fight. Even if she already knows her fate, she wanted to be strong just for the last time. This game of hide and seek they have been playing had already have its winner.

~Something in your kiss just told me

That sometime is now~

Y/N was not stupid enough to know this.

She stood no chance against them, but she wanted to give it a try.

Her eyes then slowly cascade to her bleeding arm.

She was losing too much blood.

"I can smell your delicious blood our little rabbit."

The alluring voice echoed outside the dark hallway making her shiver in fear. Y/N gripped the flashlight in her hand as she continued to back away until her back was pressed up against the wall.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Everybody finds somebody someplace...there's no telling where love may appear."

The familiar voice sang the song that was being played in the faint background, it was soothing to her ears yet venomous at the same time.

How could they do this to her? How could they? Y/N treated them like her own sisters, she even loved one of them. How could she betray her just like that? She trusted her, she gave her trust to the siblings.

~Everybody loves somebody sometime

And though my dreams were overdue

Your love made it all worth waiting

For someone like you~

The faint music in the background made her heart clench for it reminded her of someone. She didn't notice the tears falling from her eyes while sobbing quietly, she couldn't believe she will die like this.

Out of nowhere, three tentative delicate knock brought her back to the reality she was in.

Y/N's body tensed up once the door creaked open, revealing those slender fingers with black polished nails until the door was widely open before her.

Her breath hitched, her body quivered as if it was the only thing she could do.

There before her standing was a beautiful young woman smirking in her direction. Y/N watched as those elegant feet took small steps inside the dark room, invading her temporary safe haven. Her long shiny hair, it was a perfect color of platinum blonde and her dress looked like it was made from the feathers of crows.

The other girl bit her lip as she raked her eyes over her body.

"R-Rosie..." Y/N muttered quietly as her eyes intently watch her every move, she was looking at her like she was her prey, "W-why are you guys doing this? W-Where's Jennie?"

"Aww you're sweet you remembered my nickname." Rosé giggled looking everywhere but Y/N, "And you are still thinking about her even though she betrayed you?" The other girl shook her head before letting out a soft chuckle; she then let out a fake gasp as her hand went to cover her lips, "Oh dear you ruined your suit." She frowned, "You shouldn't have ruined that, you look handsome and beautiful in that attire."

Y/N ignored the rest of what she was saying instead her mind couldn't stop thinking about Jennie.

Hearing such a statement from Rosé telling that Jennie betrayed her threatened to pull her heart apart once more. She clenched her hands unknowingly.

"T-This is ridiculous." Y/N equipped while swallowing hard; her throat felt like desert, "I-I trusted all of you...and now you are going to kill me."

"Not yet dear." Rosé smiled, showcasing her perfectly set of teeth and in instant it faltered - now replaced by menacing smirk.

A gasp left past Y/N's mouth when suddenly like a gust of wind, Rosé disappeared from where she was standing only to come face to face in front of Y/N; her hand then went down to grip her bleeding arm.

Rosé watched in pleasure as Y/N's face shift into an agonizing torment while she slowly brought up her arm to inhale the scent of blood that was trailing down on her fingertips, she licks her lips.

"You smell amazing." She whispered in the most sensual way while leaning in closer to the other girl's ear, purposely letting her tongue glide across the shell of Y/N's ear, "No wonder why Jennie's gone insane about you."

Y/N clenched her jaw hard enough that she could hear her teeth grinding. She watched with her eyes widening as Rosé pulled away from her only to graze her velvet tongue through her clothed gash, eyes fluttering close.

Fighting back the pain, Y/N, seeing the distracted look upon Rosé's face took this as her opportunity to escape. Without thinking properly, she brought up her other hand and forcefully smashed the flashlight right into the blonde's head only to feel her heart stopped when it didn't budge her, she ended up gaping at her.

Rosé let out a disappointed sigh before letting go of her arm.

She opened her eyes and gave her the most threatening glare that made Y/N's blood run cold.

"You are a bad girl." She let out a laugh before shaking her head, eyes focusing on Y/N again, "And bad girls needs to be punished."

And with that, Y/N choked on air when Rosé's hand came to squeeze her throat before throwing her body outside the guest room.

Her entire body smashed against the wall; almost destroying everything around her because of how much strength Rosé used to throw her like she was nothing.

Y/N breathed in heavily as she felt her body fall to the ground, her back was severely injured now, she could sense it.

Another footsteps approached next to her and the next thing Y/N heard was Lisa's voice.

"Really Rosie? Throwing our guest like a piece of shit?"

Y/N couldn't hear them properly anymore as her vision began to blur. Her head was pounding painfully and her back probably had some bruises by now.

She closed her eyes for a while and felt Lisa lifting her off the ground while she argued with Rosé and they brought Y/N to the living room where Jisoo was waiting.

Y/N wanted to open her eyes and clearly see what was happening around her. As they finally got into the living room, the lights from the ceiling greeted her face making her groan in response.

Lisa throws her body on the couch while Y/N laid there limply. Though through her eyes, she caught the sight of Jisoo sitting elegantly on a plastered silky velvet couch while gazing upon her. Next to her feet was someone in particular that she dearly cared about.

"Don't touch her!"

"Shut up."

Y/N slowly sat up while letting out a groan. Her entire body was aching, she could die any minute now. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a clear view of her surroundings but because of the deep gash on her arm, and the way Rosé threw her from the other side turned her frail.

Her skin and lips began to look pale.

Y/N rests her head against the soft cushion while her eyes are fluttering close. She could only listen and do nothing.

"You should give me one valid reason to let her live."

"She don't deserve to live anymore Jisoo."

"SHUT UP ROSÉ! DON'T TOUCH HER!"

"You brought her here Jennie. That could only mean she's ours now."

"She's mine! She's not for you or Jisoo even Rosé! I didn't bring her here to consume her blood! She's important to me so step away or else - "

"Or else what?" Lisa quipped before letting out a dry laugh, "You're weak Jennie, you're not like any of us. You're a disgrace in this family. Animal blood will serve you no good." Lisa growled before she turned to face Y/N.

She walked around the couch and stood behind Y/N's head.

Grabbing her hair as she tilted the latter's head slightly to the side, she gave Jennie a smirk.

"One last death kiss and one last goodbye before we devour her blood." Lisa leaned in closer to the other girl's neck, giving it a gentle kiss.

When Jennie attempted to stand up and launched forward to Lisa, Rosé grabbed Jennie's arm and pushed her down the ground, breaking the floor with effortless force.

Jennie let out growl before her eyes slowly went wide seeing Lisa's teeth are ready to sink into her lover's neck.

"No! Please no!"

"J-Jennie..."

Y/N reached out for her hand, but it was too late.

Lisa had already inflicted her teeth beneath the layer of her skin as her eyes turned blood red.

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SAY A LITTLE PRAYER — Ep. What Paradise Is

↪Eren Yeager mini-series

↪content; major character death, canon universe, heavy angst, description of violence, established relationship, spoiler for season 4, alternate ending, manga spoiler

"You know, I can't help but thank Eren that he killed her that night."

Everyone was busy with themselves after Jean beat Reiner to a pulp. The rest of them who were still awake, circling the campfire, waiting for sleepiness to engulf them. But that sentence was enough to stop them from dozing off, some pairs of eyes decided to fall upon them instead.

Hange tried to be neutral all the time. They needed to be the mediator between the Marleyans and the rest of the Survey Corps. After all, they needed each other if they wanted to stop the rumbling. Yet they couldn't help but speak up, they were human too after all.

"Huh?" It was Connie. "What do you mean by that, H-Hange-san?"

They just smiled softly as they looked down, watching their own reflection from the brown liquid in their hand. It was your favourite drink, coffee. Every sip would always be savoured as they imagined you sitting right in front of them.

"But we could use her strength. If she lived, she could help us to sway Eren." Armin spoke up, responding to their statement before. His blue eyes staring at the crackling fire, deep in his thoughts. "When we lost her, we lost seventy-five percent of the chance for winning this without having to harm Eren."

"You tell me that is the reason why he killed her?" The scowl on Connie's face hardened as he tried to connect the dots. "So we can't use her against him, eh? What a coward at the end. That lunatic bastard—"

"She would have followed him."

Mikasa's voice was soft and tiny as she cut his sentence. Yet even though it heard like a whisper, everyone could hear what she said. They blinked in confusion, except Hange and Jean who currently stood a few feet from them, somehow understood. The Marleyan raised their eyebrows in confusion, Annie could not understand what they were all talking about.

The rest of them were begging for more information, but the ravenette didn't give them any.

"She would have followed him."

Instead, she repeated the words. Her friends would understand her sentence — if they decided to use their brains for a while. They all knew you, she didn't have to give any further explanation regarding her statement.

Of course, now they understood why Hange thanked Eren for what he did to you. Even if you were alive right now, you were not going to be here, eating stew and drinking coffee while fretting about how to stop your lover who tried to commit genocide to the whole world.

You were going to be there, by his side, with your swords ready to be pointed out to anyone who tried to stop and harm Eren in any way. You would stand there, devoting your heart not for humanity, but for him. That was how big your love was, something that was blinding you, to the extent of worshipping him.

And they couldn't imagine themselves to be the one who sears their blades at you.

"You never told us, Hange."

Jean's voice filled the void, his feet stomping the grass underneath him, echoing through the quiet night. "That night, you never told us what happened." He stood on the other side of the campfire, his tall body looming in front of them as they seated on the ground.

The brunette stared at the man with a stern gaze, contemplating if it was the right moment to tell them. But their time was limited now, as their friends, they all deserved to know what happened that night.

"Alright." They put the metal cup down their lap. "Though I remind you now, it wouldn't be pleasant but," It even felt so heavy for them, by just thinking about your death. "But it would be so — her."

The veteran scout told them everything. From how you stood in front of their door, the coffee that they shared with you, to the time you cried when they gave you the key so you could go inside his cell. They were sure that you went there to talk and asked for a reason, but they knew thirty minutes wouldn't be enough.

Jean felt bad for asking, as he could see how much the commander suffered from this burden. Hange's hand balled into a fist, the other gripping tight on the cup's handle. Yet they keep on going, telling them how they saw Eren wash his face as if his hands were not stained by his lover's blood.

They explained the bruises on your neck, shaped like fingers as an indicator of how you died.

"Fuck." Jean cursed, his eyes glistening with tears that were threatening to fall. "Fuck." He shouldn't have asked, but it was too late, he could see the horror in your eyes, how afraid you were that night, how you were screaming for help but no one came.

For you to die, and the one who was responsible was your lover, he couldn't imagine the betrayal on your—

"But you know what's funny?" Hange spoke up once again, they were not finished yet. Their comrades immediately looked at them once again, asking for them to continue.

They sipped their coffee, recalling the gleam in your eyes, the comfort that they remembered up until now. There was no terror, you were not afraid of him even in your last moment. "There was no sign of resistance."

And that fact was enough to wake them up.

"Even from the start, when Eren choked her, she just stood there, letting him do it." They chuckled, almost maniacal. "Her eyes still shone with comfort as she looked at him. I-I always figure her out, I understand a lot of things about her. But, but I can't with this one."

They stopped, groaning as once again your eyes were the only thing that they could see. "I don't know anymore if she really believed that he must have to kill her for a reason," His hand shook the cup gently, letting the liquid swirl inside. "Or she believed that he would stop and let her go, even until she's gone for real."

And that last sentence broke them all.

The Marleyan couldn't look at the broken soldiers in front of them. Gabi and Falco pursed their lips, trying so hard to sleep. Annie who was sitting beside the unconscious Reiner, now having her pupils dilated as she understood the story, and who would be the mysterious woman that made them distressed like this.

Connie was silent as he kept gulping down water down his throat. Armin closed his eyes, but he could see it so clearly, the faith in your orbs. Jean just chuckled bitterly, muttering stupid woman again and again as tears were cascading down his cheek.

Then, Mikasa, her lips trembled as she tried not to sob. But whimpers already slipped, her empty cup fell to the ground as she put her hands on her ears as she wanted to stop the noises in her head. You brought joy, even in her life, and to be reminded that you were killed by Eren nonetheless, tore her apart.

The rest of the night was filled with nothing but sorrow. Tears accompanied them all to their sleep, silent weeps and choked-out sobs could be heard here and there.

Hange could only stay put under the white cloth that works as their blanket, staring into the dark green of trees, then went beyond that to see the night blue skies which adorned with stars. They subconsciously raised their hand, as if they were reaching for someone.

“Tell me, Hange!”

They tried to understand him, they really did. When they closed your eyes as you laid on the infirmary bed, they knew that you would appreciate it if they tried to understand why he killed you. Down in the basement, they tried to bait him with your condition, blaming him for how they lost another comrade.

“If there’s another way, then tell me what it is!”

But they were not you, they couldn’t see it. They wanted a reason but all they got from the man was just subtle answers, pain, anger, and how what he did was something inevitable. They just knew that he suffered too from what he had done, so perhaps it was enough.

They just wished — they could understand you.

"Oh, (Y/n)." They sighed, finally letting the tears slip down their cheeks. No one else saw them, it was just their lonely soul and the craving for your existence. "I think I didn’t know you enough."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ༶•┈┈⛧┈〄┈⛧┈┈•༶ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

His vision was supposed to be filled with lights, dark blue lights that came from the coordinate. He used to know it all, see it all, what happened in the world as he activated the rumbling, he could hear all the screams from those people underneath him. Trampled by gigantic power, without given any mercy.

He couldn't remember when it stopped. The terror, his friends fighting him so they could stop his plan — suddenly all he saw was just a bright pinkish sky. It was as if he was laying down on one of the clouds, soft and free.

The breeze tickled his long hair, good that it just swayed his brown strands softly, but not good enough to give him comfort.

Comfort, oh, how much he longed for that word.

The past few days had been so hard as he kept on living to grant freedom to the Island of Paradis. He could not count how many of his comrades died, how many of his followers ended up not seeing that freedom, let alone all the lives that he took.

And now when he knew that he failed, he chuckled as the realisation dawned upon him. After all these years — he was still the same useless boy.

"Eren."

He sat up in an instant. Dark green eyes searching for the source of where it came from. Surely he was not hallucinating, but that was a possibility. He didn't even know what this place, let alone believing that it was her voice.

"Hey, Eren."

But it was indeed your voice. No matter how many days or weeks passed after some time he had to part with you, he could always recognise that voice anywhere. Gentle, warm, and comforting, it felt like he was so close to heaven.

"You are here."

Then he felt it. He felt you. He looked down on his torso, finding two arms wrapped around him from behind. It felt so right as his hand slowly covered yours, testing it in case it was all in his head. But he could touch, he could trace his finger on the back of your hand.

He laughed, just a short one as he still processed what kind of magic existed in this place. You rested your chin on his shoulder, planting a peck on his cheek without warning that caused him to blush a hundred shades of red.

"(Y/n)?" He called out your name. "Are you real?" You only answered with a single hum. "How come are you real? Where is this place? Why am I here? I am not supposed to be here, I needed to finish the plan, Ymir is—"

You shut him up by placing your finger in front of his lips.

"You are free, Eren."

Silence. He could not understand that. Did it mean that he already died? But if that was the truth, why did he even feel more alive now compared to all those years that he spent before?

You slowly retracted your finger, pulling yourself from his embrace as gently as possible. Eren was still deep in thought, hands falling to the cloud-like ground he was sitting on right now. You stood up and walked in front of him, bare feet were now within his eyesight.

He could touch you before, and it didn’t feel like he was hallucinating. He felt your kiss before, and it made him sure that it was real. Bewildered, he looked up only to find you looking forward. Even though he felt that he was finally free, he was still curious about what happened in this moment.

"What is this place?" He asked again, now a lot calmer than before as he gazed at your face which showed nothing but peace.

"A transit." You started, eyes never leaving the glowing sight in front of you. "A place where you are finally free, but still misplaced since it was not the last destination where you should go." He hummed, processing your words that still felt unreal.

"Then why are you here?" All this afterlife thing was so foreign for him. "Why don't you leave and go to your last destination?"

"Oh, boy, you really asking me that?" You chuckled softly, snickering as if that was the dumbest question that you ever heard. Your eyes finally cast down to face him, and when he still looked so confused, you could only let out a sigh. "Because I am waiting for you, Eren."

You smiled wistfully, extending your hand for him to take. "What else could it be at this point?" He took it as he nodded at your answer. You helped him up, letting him stand by himself. And now as he looked around the endless clouds, he could finally embrace the fact that he was indeed — dead.

Anywhere he looked, he could only find the soft, white clouds refreshing the air. The colour was tinted orange as the sun in front of him shone like it would set anytime soon. But it had been perhaps minutes by now, and yet the colour never changed.

If he was finally here to feel his freedom, then he would take it. The world where he lived before was not his responsibility anymore. His friends had won, and it was not his place to ask for what happened next. Yes, he was ready to be free. But as he looked at you, he still had one, unanswered question that he needed to know.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He cleared his throat, melancholy striking his feature as your gaze met with his.

"Yes, Eren?"

How come you are here on his side? Why did you stay in this place alone just to wait for him? He killed you, why are you not running away? There was so much, so many questions that he never dared to ask you. But one, he needed to know the answer to this one question.

"Why don't you fight back when I try to kill you?"

You didn't flinch, you stood there with a neutral expression as if he just asked you if you had eaten before.

"Truthfully, Eren? I always thought that you were just trying to make me hate you. Looking at me with those cold eyes, tightening your grip like that." Your finger subconsciously went to your neck. "At first, I thought you were going to let me go at some point."

He could feel a lump start forming in his throat as he listened, tears were threatening to fall already. That was what you felt that night, you didn’t want to die. Of course, who in the right mind wanted to die? Let alone killed by someone that you loved.

"But as seconds passed and you were not loosening the grip, I understood." Then you continued, your hand now fell back to your side. Though, you still looked at him with earnestness written all over your face. "I understand that you had to kill me for a reason, that you knew it was for the best."

His breath hitched at your statement; which was supposed to make him feel guilty, to make him feel like he was not worthy of your faith. But with how there was no ill will nor sadness in your intonation, he couldn't feel any other feelings except — relief.

"So I believed in you, and I wanted you to know until the end that wherever I go next, I will always devote my heart to you."

You said it without doubt, as if you have been saying the same thing over and over again throughout your life. Yet somehow he could know that it was the truth. Perhaps you said that inside your heart for all the times that you spent with him.

While you still alive, you have put your faith in him, following him anywhere he goes. No one could sway your belief, you were devoted solely just to him. You praised his name, never leaving his side under any circumstances.

And he realised — that was the way you said you loved him.

So now, it was his time to do the same, to believe in you.

"Come on, Eren." You dusted the non-existent wrinkles on your clothes before extending your hand for him to take, a smile never leaving your face as you waited for him patiently. "Let's go home."

And without wasting another second, without any hesitation, he reached for your hand. The smile on your face widened at this, and the wind suddenly twirled around the two of you. He didn't know where home was, he didn't know where you would take him.

But as you started to walk in the direction of the sun, he followed. His eyes looked forward, dark green eyes turned into the emerald shade that was gone before. It was so beautiful, how he walked above the clouds, with your hand around his, guiding him to a new place called home.

Your laugh resonated in his ears as he caught up with you, gripping your hand tighter, afraid that he would lose you if he loosened up. Yet somehow he knew that he wouldn't have to be scared anymore.

Now he was finally free. From the burden on his shoulders, from the duty that was thrown at him by his ancestors, from the endless nightmare that he saw on each vision — it was all gone. And as his gaze fleeted toward your running form, he blinked in astonishment.

He saw you, a younger self of you perhaps, maybe when you were nine or ten. You looked beautiful, even with your hair slightly shorter, with chubby, adorable cheeks. Then you turned to face him, and he saw those glossy beads filled with purity.

And inside those, he saw a reflection. Of a boy not older than ten years old, with a brown outer and a sage green shirt, holding on to someone. Oh, it was him. He looked so free as he ran side by side with you, he looked so free with you leading him to his new home.

Laughter filled the air that surrounded you and him; high-pitched, carefree laughter that people would hear when children ran around the street to catch one another. That happy laugh slipped from both of your lips.

He held your hand tighter, not because he was afraid to lose you, but so he could feel your love even more. He ran with you faster, now becoming the one who followed you as he believed that you were going to take him somewhere, to the last destination.

A place where he could finally be free.

With you.

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how to train your dragon: how you met your dragon

Skrill-

Why did you do this? Are you insane? Just because you really want to train a dragon doesn't mean you let yourself be captured by Berserkers! You idiot! Well, to be fair, you did fly on one - for about a few minutes - then you fell and the Gronckle left you on the spooky island. And why you may ask? Because you didn't create a bond with it! And it was scared! It was a Gronckle! As you were pacing in your cell and waiting for Daggur to show up, a man suddenly broke into the hall. "We need you two outside! Some Whispering Deaths escaped!" And just like that, your guards disappeared.  Well, now you can escape - you only need to figure out how. You looked at the bars, trying to find a weak spot or something, but you didn't find anything. Ugh, if only you had a key!  You defeatedly sat down next to the bars, resting your back against the cold rocky wall. Are you going to die? Are you about to be slaughtered? Pf, you went to find a dragon and now you are going to be its food! This is surely your lucky day. You were just about to rest your head against the bars when you realized, that uncomfortable rocky wall wasn't upright. A little bit of the lower part was missing, making a distance between the wall and one of the metal bars big enough for you to crawl through. That's it! You can escape! You took your chance and began to run. You didn't remember where was the exit, so you just carefully followed your instincts. The very first thirty seconds went great, but then one guard spotted you. Oh no! You ran in a different direction and hide in a room. It was a really weird room, really. There were keys everywhere! Fortunately, the guard didn't think about checking the room, so you were safe... for now.

You looked around, admiring the key room. Well, it saved your life, after all. And apparently, it really liked you, because you spotted another door! You opened it and found dragon cages! There were no guards - they were probably still fighting Whispering Deaths - but there were lots of other dragons. Few Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, Gronckles, and at the very back of the room a Skrill. Yes. A Skrill! And not just any Skrill. It was the one that met Hiccup and Toothless. You were in shock at seeing it. Didn't Hiccup set it free? Why is it here? The Skrill is intelligent enough not to be caught! You curiously went to its cage and found out the Skrill was kept in a little pool of water, so it couldn't shoot the lightning. "You poor thing," you said, but the Skrill growled. He looked frightened and hide in the corner, so the only thing you could see were spikes on his head and dark purple color. You badly wanted to touch it, but you knew that it would hurt you. "I will get you out of there!" You run back to the key room and checked all the keys. All of them were marked - and one of them had Skrill word written all over it. "Yes!" you said to yourself. But that was when the guard finally found you. "There you are!" he hissed and went after you. You reacted quickly and run towards the Skrill. He wasn't happy to see you, but when you tried to open his cage, he came out of the darkness and exposed his teeth.  "It's okay. I want to help you," you whispered, but that was the time when the guard caught you. "No!" you yelled and tried to fight back but it was no use. The guard was stronger. You looked back at Skrill, finding him looking back. He wasn't exposing his sharp teeth anymore. He looked as if he was thinking. 'Well, hopefully, he is intelligent enough to see, that I am not his enemy,' you thought. 'Or else, I'll be dead.'  Just as the guard finally realized you're not fighting anymore, he loosed his grip. But that was a bad move for him because you easily slipped out. "Hey!" he roared surprised. But it was too late. You opened the Skrill's cage. You didn't know if you should have been scared or happy, but either way, it was your only chance. He was your only chance.

And he knew that!

That's why he quickly flew out of his pen, taking you by his strong legs, and passed the frightened guard. You just hang there, shielding your eyes from the wind and waiting for the Skrill to find the exit.

Now and there he shot the lightning, but it didn't scare you. You somehow started to trust him. Well, you saved him and now he is saving you - and that's enough to begin to bond with a dragon, right?

After he found his way out of the Berserkers' island, he landed on some rock. "Thank you," you said. He just purred, placing his body right in front of you, watching your every move.

You looked away. "It may sound crazy, but even though people are more afraid of you than of the Night Fury, I don't. I trust you." You reached out your hand towards him, focusing your eyes on the ground. "Do you?"

The Skrill placed his nose against your palm and you smiled.

"Now, what should we call you?" The Skrill looked at you with his big eyes, understanding your every word. Just as you were thinking, he shot his lightning towards the clouds. "Hm, Bolt?"

He didn't complain, so you smiled and scratched his scaly skin. "Bolt it is then. How about I introduced you to my family and feed you some fish?"

As much as Bolt enjoyed the scratching, he licked his mouth and lowered his body, so you could hop on. This was the start of your relationship.

Hideous zippleback-

It was late in the morning and you were just leaving your house. You had a great dream and you were well fed. 'Well, this is going to be a really good day,' you thought. You headed towards the woods and soon found a little cave. It was small as your bedroom and it had this really big opening that kind of looked like a large window.  "Hello," you greeted your two friends, Odias and Hanka. "Here is our sleeper!" said Odias amused, while he was drawing something on the paper. "Why do you always sleep so long? It's almost lunch!" "Gotta get my beauty sleep." You sat down next to Hanka and asked: "What have you guys been doing?" "Playing with Bea," she simply answered and took the little Terrible Terror from the ground. "She is so lovable, isn't she?" You looked at Hanka's bright red dragon and scratch it under the chin. "Yeah, yeah," you agreed, but you haven't sound as enthusiastically as she.  "Why don't you get your own little dragon?" She asked you and smiled at the thought.  "Err, but it's just a Terrible Terror. What's the point of having a dragon, if you can't ride it?" Suddenly, Hanka became angry. She couldn't believe what you just said! She felt insulted. "What's the point of having a dragon, if you're not brave enough to get one!" "What did you just said?!" You two stood up and faced each other. "I am brave!" It was normal for you to have a fight with Hanka. I mean, she has been your close friend since kindergarten and arguing with her was quite normal. "Then prove it!" "Fine!" And without another word, you left the cave. You needed to chill out. The forest was warm at this time of the year so you decided to take a short walk. "Not brave enough," you mumbled under your breath. "I'll show her." After like ten minutes, you found two Terrible Terrors playing with each other. You sat down next to them and they curiously came closer. You scratched one Terror's head and it purred. "You dragons are soo easy to get." You picked one up. "Come on. Let's get you to Hanka." Terrors still thought you are playing so they didn't mind going with you. They looked really happy, but you were so annoyed, you almost didn't see a movement from behind the bush. "Who is there?" you asked out loud while placing the Terror back on the ground. "Hanka?" Is she stalking you? Or is just someone pranking you? "Show yourself!"  The creature came from behind the bush and your eyes opened wide. It was a goldish green Hideous Zippleback with red spikes. Its heads were calmly looking from you to Terrible Terrors. The Hideous Zippleback probably sensed you were a friend to dragons and that's why it came from its hiding place. "Well, you will help me with my 'Hanka problem' just fine," you smiled, forgetting all about two Terrible Terrors. You reached your hand and touched one head. "But maybe I should name you first." You touched another head and scratched it. The Hideous Zippleback liked it and fought for your attention. It was amazing how one dragon can have two personalities.  "How about Vengeance and Revenge? I think it'll suit your next task."  *** "Where are you?!" yelled Hanka. "Look, I am sorry. I shouldn't have said you're not brave!" "Yes!" agreed Odias, yelling as well. "She is an idiot! Now don't be angry! Show up!" They have been searching for you in the forest for the last ten minutes and your amusement just grew. You have been looking at them from the sky (of course, you have been riding Vengeance and Revenge as low as possible for your friends not to see). "Show yourself! Please!" While Hanka yelled, Vengeance quickly showed Odias from the ground and put him onto his neck. He looked shocked but after he saw you, he grew mischievous as well. "Odias! Where are you?!" Vengeance and Revenge hid themselves in the bush and when Hanka turned around they roared.  "W-who is it?" She held her Terrible Terror so tight you had to cover your mouth not to laugh. "Now," you whispered to your new dragon and it jumped from behind the bush. Hanka fell on the ground looking pale as the moon and breathing heavily. You and

Odias burst in laughter, jumping from the dragon. "Got you!" "What?" asked Hanka. "That's my new dragon. Vengeance and Revenge," you said casually. "Still think I am not brave enough?" Hanka stood up - but she didn't look angry nor pale. She just looked sorry. "Ok. I am sorry. You got me." You two smiled. "But seriously, you've got yourself a dragon and named him Vengeance and Revenge just to show me up?!" "Yep." "Well, I should've known." "Wanna ride?"

(had to put that gif there lol)

Razorwhip-

It was that time of the year when Gothi gave you a list of ingredients you needed to find on the Healer's island. You really liked doing it. You had a free day for yourself just collecting flowers and stuff. Who wouldn't want that, really? Every time, you pick some random Gronckle to give you a ride, so you don't have to get to that island on the boat. You really liked Gronckles, but they weren't your type of a dragon. You wanted a strong and fast one. But there wasn't enough time to find you your own dragon, so you just used Gronckles when they were needed.  It was a really great day. Sun was shining, birds were singing and your basket was slowly being filled. At the time you were heading towards the rare yellow flower, you heard a loud sound - as if someone was smashing a piece of metal against another piece of metal. It was weird. As you were wondering what could be possibly making that sound you saw it. A female Razorwhip. From what you could see, it accidentally got its long neck in the rope that was hanging from the tree and when it was trying to broke free, it sliced the tree in half and as the tree fell on top of the dragon, it knocked off one big stone from the rock wall and that stone fell on the dragon's wing, trapping it completely. "Oh my gods!" you exclaimed looking at this mess. You immediately dropped the basket for Gothi and made your way towards the poor Razorwhip. Your steps were slow, but that didn't stop the dragon from being scared. It raised its tail and shot the spines but because of the fallen tree, it was unsuccessful. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!" You made your way back towards your basket and found a dragon nip you store there for Gronckles. You picked it up and made your way back to the Razorwhip. You didn't get too close, of course, just enough for the dragon to smell the dragon nip. When you saw that the dragon relaxed, you decided to come even closer. And fortunately, the Razorwhip let you. You let her smell the green plant some more, but then you let it fell to the ground so you'd get the dragon's full attention. It was a girl - cause it had really long eyelashes - and her eyes were, unlike Windshears, red. But not bloody red, more like strawberry kind of red.  "Now let me help you," you said while reaching your hand. Razorwhip had to be really intelligent because it pressed its scaly head against your palm, letting you touch it. She probably knew you were her only chance now. After you caressed her smooth metallic grey scales on the head you took insight into her full appearance. Well, you definitely needed some help with that stone on her wing and also with that entire tree, but the loop on her neck could be removed easily straight away. "Now I will take my knife and cut that rope off your neck, okay?" you informed her. "Please don't freak out, I won't hurt you with that knife."

Razorwhip purred, so you carefully took out the knife from your pocket and did as you said. The dragon didn't even flinch. "You're a brave girl, you know?" you said happily because it went so easy. "How about I call you Fearless?" She looked happy since her neck wasn't in the loop anymore so you could tell, she was content. "Now how do I take care of this?" You made your way towards the stone and then the idea hit you. "Wait here I'll get some help!" Fearless roared for you, but you ran away. Soon, you came back - but on a happy green Gronckle. "We'll get that stone away, okay Fearless?" you asked and fly towards it. "Don't worry, it will be over soon!"Gronckle's strong legs lifted that rock up and placed it on the grass. Then you made Gronckle do the same with the tree. It was tough at first, but with Fearless's help, you actually managed to break her free. "That's it!" you yelled happily and quickly made Gronckle land on the ground, so you could hug Fearless. "I told you I'd help you. Is your wing alright?" She raised both of her wings straight up to the air, showing you her strength. You laughed and waved at the leaving Gronckle. "Now, do you want to help me found a yellow flower? After that, we'll get you some sea slugs and you could come home with me back to Berk!" You were really excited about creating a bond with her! But so was she.

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Change - Ch. 2 | F O U R

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,290

A/N - it’s been so long and I am so sorry for that, but here is the next chapter for Change!! I’ve been super busy the past couple of weeks with AP exams, a college class my school is letting me take early, and I’ve had a tiny bit of writer’s block. but I’m back and hope to be writing more updates really soon! let me know what you all think so far and I’m sorry in advance for the tears this chapter :((

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An inhuman like sob escaped Y/N's lips as she stared at the paper shaking her head. Before anyone could even blink, she was stumbling up out of her chair, almost knocking her chair over by her clumsy movements. The woman continued to shake her head while Bill quickly reached out to steady her, but the girl shook in his grasp.

"I can't breath. I can't breath," Y/N gasped, tears falling down faster now as it felt like her throat was closing. "This isn't happening. There's no fucking way this is happening."

"Y/N," Bill firmly said, his voice being enough to have the girl's eyes snap over to look at him while he grabbed her arms and held her steady. He gave her a look and subtly glanced over at Grayson who was staring at the papers with tear filled eyes and Y/N flinched. "You need to keep it together," Bill whispered.

Y/N knew he was right, but how could she when her cousin's life was on the line? All she could think about was how she had left him behind. She should've stayed. She should've gone to his house and checked on him before It could do anything.

But then there was Grayson. Her son who had spent his whole life growing up with her and Stan watching over him. Stan, the one who always bought new puzzles for the two to work on. Stan, the one who would bring Grayson to the book store before the two would spend hours reading together.

Stan may have been her cousin and best friend, but he was Grayson's Uncle Stanley and right now he didn't understand what was going on. Y/N needed to be there for him, even if she was terrified more than ever.

Numbly nodding to Bill, Y/N gently shook out of his grasp before going over to Grayson and placing a hand on his shoulder. Grayson instantly leaned into her touch, his eyes still focused on the papers before he looked up at his mother and then the rest of the group in panic.

"Why does it say Stanley?" Eddie finally asked, breaking the tense silence that had fallen upon the group. No one responded and Eddie clenched his jaw before looking around with wide eyes full of panic. "Someone else fucking answer me!"

Before anyone could, the whole table shook. "Holy shit," Eddie muttered before the table jerked again. Grayson was up on his feet in no time, Y/N wrapping an arm around him as they slowly began to back away while Bill inched in front of them to block them from whatever was coming.

"What the fuck," Grayson whispered as soon as his eyes locked on the bowl of fortune cookies that were all trembling. Y/N inhaled sharply, the arm in front of Grayson pushing him back a bit more as a fortune cookie flew out of the bowl and landed on the table in front of them.

Beverly let out a small yelp while Y/N took another step back. She had a really bad feeling about this and it seemed she was right because at that moment the fortune cookie broke a bit to reveal some sort of creature coming out of the cookie as if it were an egg.

Everyone jumped back and Richie stared at the thing with wide eyes of disbelief before saying, "What the fuck is that, man?"

The fortune cookie broke some more as a creature crawled out. Y/N barely even had time to process what the hell the thing was before it let out a cry that sounded a lot like a baby. In fact, the head of creature looked like the head of a baby, its body a different creature that Y/N could not decipher at the moment due to her own fear.

"Woah. Woah."

"What the fuck?"

And if things couldn't get anymore creepier, the baby insect looking thing grew wings. Grayson was gripping onto his mother's arms in pure fright now, everyone jumping back again as the creature began to run across the table.

"Shit!" Richie muttered, more fortune cookies falling onto the table and opening up to reveal different creatures like an eye with tentacles. "Hey! Hey! That fortune cookie's looking at me!"

"Mom!" Grayson cried out as two fortune cookies broke open to reveal winged creatures resembling those of decaying birds. The Uris' didn't know what was happening to the others because before they could even blink the two demon birds flew straight towards them. Y/N and Grayson both yelled out in terror, the woman wrapping her arms around her son as she tried to shield him with her body while they stumbled back into a corner.

Y/N tried swatting at the creatures, but they only grew closer and closer until all she could do was bury her face into Grayson's shoulder as the two continued to yell and cry out.

It took a moment for the two creatures to finally fly away, but even then Y/N shouldn't have pulled her head away to look at what was happening. Her eyes widened in horror and Grayson was practically shaking in her arms, the two trying to come to terms that some burning goo was devouring the table while floating heads and blood filled the fish tanks around them.

"It's not real!" Mike exclaimed, but it was hard to believe him when everything looked pretty real to them.

"Y/N, watch out!" Beverly exclaimed before the flying creatures came back at them again.

Y/N screamed and Grayson had started to cry as they ducked further into the corner, Mike beginning to hit the table with a chair as he cried out, "It's not real! It's not real!"

"Everything alright?" a soft voice ask and all at once it was like everything had stopped.

Grayson was still shaking in his mother's grasp, the woman not quite better than him as she looked up with a tear stained face. The creatures, goo, and fortune cookies were all gone. In fact, the room looked completely normal except for the fact that a few things on the table were broken from Mike having whacked them with his chair.

By the doorway stood their waitress for the evening and she looked around at the group with wide eyes while Grayson let out a small sob and hugged his mother, muttering, "What the fuck? What the fuck?"

Richie glanced over at the young boy, his eyes softening as he realized Greyson was now exposed to the horrors Richie wished he could forget. Swallowing thickly, he looked to the waitress and tried to act natural as he said, "Yeah. Yeah. Could we get the check?"

The waitress hesitantly nodded before walking out, leaving the group to their stunned silence. It was only when Y/N and Bill locked eyes that the girl broke the silence with a gasp, her eyes wide as she whispered out.

"Stanley."

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"This is what Pennywise does, right? He fucks with us," Eddie muttered as the group hurriedly walked towards the exit of Jade of the Orient. "Stanley's probably fine."

Waiting for the check had given them all enough time to calm down enough to where they were more just hyper aware of everything around them instead of shaking and crying.

In fact, the adults were pissed. Whether that was because of Mike or Pennywise was still unclear.

Grayson was disturbingly quiet, his eyes on the floor while he stuck by his mother's side. He had never been this clingy before, but Y/N couldn't blame him. After all, that's why she was practically riding the heels of her friends as they hurried out of there.

Y/N's thoughts were consumed with Pennywise and Stan. She needed to call her cousin as soon as they got out of there. She needed to know he was okay. He may as well be. After all, It did like to mess with them. Stan could be absolutely fine and on his way here right now for all they know. There was no use panicking until she heard confirmation that something had happened.

"Eddie's right," Y/N said, her voice soft but hopeful as it had to be. "I'll. . .I'll call Stanley. Uh. . .Gray, could I borrow your phone? I left mine at home."

Grayson didn't even respond, just handed his phone over to his mother who stared at him for a moment before glancing at Bill. The two both shared a look before Bill reached out and placed a hand on Grayson’s shoulder. The boy flinched almost instantly, but relaxed once his eyes locked with Bill's and gently leaned into his touch as much as he did his mother's.

"Hey, Richie!" a young voice called out causing everyone to freeze before turning to see a young boy around the age Georgie Denbrough had been when he died. His curly hair fell in front of his eyes, but he didn't seem to care as he looked up at the man.

"How'd you uh. . .how'd you know my name?" Richie asked, growing a little tense while both Eddie and Y/N rushed to stand on either side of the man. Richie relaxed a bit with the two by his side, but kept staring at the boy warily.

"The fun's just beginning," the little boy said, his words making Y/N's eyes widen as she gently reached out and grabbed onto Richie's arm. The little boy grinned up at them. "Right?"

Richie took a step closer to the boy and before Y/N could go with him, Eddie had grabbed ahold of the girl and pulled her back, a panicked look on his face as the two desperately tried to calm themselves down.

"Listen. You think this is funny?" Richie asked. "Alright, you think this is some sort of game? Huh?" He grabbed ahold of the boy's shoulder and pointed at him. "Well fuck you, alright! Fuck you! I'm not afraid of you!"

The little boy stared at Richie, his face contorting in confusion as he hesitatingly leaned back. "The fun's just beginning? The line from your act, dude. I'm a fan," the little boy said and instantly the group all relaxed.

"Oh my," Y/N whispered, not being able to stop herself from letting out a soft chuckle while Eddie lightly whacked her in a way of telling her to be quiet. She shot him a look and Eddie in turn shot her a sheepish smile before the two looked at Richie whose face had fallen in guilt.

"Are those your parents?" Richie asked as he pointed towards a couple who was walking towards them with angry expressions and a young girl by their side.

"Yeah," the boy said and Richie stared at him blankly before asking, "Do you want a picture?"

"I think I'm good," the boy told him before turning and hurrying over to his parents' side while they glared at Richie.

"Okay, cool," Richie muttered before looking at the parents and smiling nervously. "Good kid." The family walked away and Richie turned to his friends who were all looking at him in disbelief.

"Jesus, Rich," Ben said making Richie sigh in frustration. "You don't remember a line from your own show?"

"I don't write my own material," Richie mumbled as the group began to head towards the door, Y/N dialing Stan's number into Grayson's phone as fast as her shaking hands allowed her. Eddie's eyes widened and he let out an almost victorious laugh at Richie's words.

"I fucking knew it! I fucking knew it!"

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For a long as Y/N could remember, it had always been her and Stan. It was her and Stan who had been bird watching in the early morning since they were younger, having woken up way before their parents every morning and sneaking out to the back yard as the sun began to rise. It was her and Stan riding on his bike through town, Y/N's arms out in the air as she yelled out in pure joy while Stan chuckled as he looked back at her.

It was her and Stan on their nights when they were at their lowest like when Y/N's parents got their divorce or when Stan got yelled at by his father for walking out on his bar mitzvah. From little moments such as eating breakfast together in the morning to big moments like when Y/N first had Grayson, the two had been by each other's side.

There was no way they could ever forget about each other like they had with the others simply for the reason that they were two halves of a whole and had been for their whole lives. Everyone knew that, especially the Losers who had seen the way Y/N and Stan interacted with each other when they were younger.

So the moment Grayson's phone slipped from Y/N's hand, the device hitting the ground so hard that she was lucky to not have cracked it and a heartbroken wail leaving her mouth as she began to fall to the ground, everyone knew what had happened.

Y/N couldn't breath, her hands clawing at her throat as her sobs wracked her whole body. She couldn't keep herself standing, her legs giving out as she began to fall down to the ground. Bill was there to catch her, his arms instantly wrapping around the girl and helping her to softly reach the ground as she desperately tried to grab onto something to keep her steady.

Not even Bill was able to help her for it still felt like the world was being ripped from underneath her feet as she fell further and further down a black hole, the crushing realization that her cousin, her best friend, her Stanley, was gone hitting her so hard she swore she saw stars.

Stanley Uris was dead.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from sobbing long enough to explain what was going on, so Beverly was the one to move forward and pick up the phone before shakily putting it to her ear.

"Hello? Uh, Mrs. Uris, my name's Beverly Marsh. I'm an old friend of your husband's," Beverly said. There was a silence as the red head listened on the other end of the line before her eyes widened and she glanced at Grayson.

Grayson stared back at her, his eyes beginning to fill with tears as he shook his head. Beverly just gave him a sad look and that was when the boy broke down. He let out a heartbroken sob much like his mother and Ben was quick to go over to the boy and hug him, Grayson holding back onto him almost desperately as he cried.

"When did it happen?" Beverly's voice rang through the air, but neither Grayson nor Y/N could focus on what she was saying as they cried. "In the bathtub," Beverly whispered in unison with Party as if she knew about the incident before it happened.

Those words were enough to make Y/N sob harder, her cries loud and haunting as Bill tried to keep her steady while fighting his own tears. It felt like a part of Y/N had died and everything felt so unreal that she could barely think straight and didn't even notice Beverly had hung up the phone.

Y/N had never felt more defeated in her life and the moment she noticed Grayson crying against Ben's chest as the older man hugged him, she felt even worse.

"Stanley," Eddie finally said once Y/N's sobs had quieted down enough that they could speak. "Pennywise knew. He knew before we did."

"We have to stop him. I have a plan," Mike announced as he pat his hand against a book, but his words were enough to snap Y/N out of her misery long enough to stand up in pure anger and disbelief.

"You're kidding, right? Tell me that you're fucking kidding right now, Mike," Y/N insisted, tears rolling down her face as she stared at her friend with red eyes. She was shaking in pain and anger, her body on the verge of another breakdown.

Bill was back up on his feet behind her and he placed a hand on her shoulder, the girl turning and looking at him with a totally defeated look on her face as more tears fell. It took all of Bill not to break down at the sight of her. He was already upset about the death of his friend, but something about seeing Y/N look so lost and broken pushed him towards the edge.

"I got a plan. Get the fuck out of dodge before this ends worse than one of Bill's books. Who's with me?" Richie asked before him, Eddie, and Y/N all raised their hands.

"We made a promise to each other," Mike reminded them, his voice desperate.

"So then let's. . .unmake the promise!" Richie suggested.

"Richie, other people are going to die," Ben told them, both Y/N and Grayson flinching at his statement while Ben continued to keep a comforting arm around the young Uris boy.

"Other people die every day, man!" Richie exclaimed and Y/N hated to say it, but he was right. Stan's death had hit her when she least expected it. She couldn't bare to lose her son or the Losers because they were stupid enough to try and fight the clown who had been terrorizing them since they were kids. "We don't owe this town shit! Plus I just remembered I grew up here like two hours ago, so I'm fucking leaving. Fuck this!"

Richie turned and began to storm off while Eddie turned to leave as well. "Sorry, man. I'm. . .I'm with, Richie," Eddie said while Y/N walked over to where Ben and Grayson were.

"Y/N," Ben whispered, but she could only give the boy a teary eyed stare and a sad look before she glanced at her son.

"Come on, Gray," she whispered and her son instantly went to her side, sobbing a little harder as he held his mother. Y/N's lip began to tremble, but she somehow managed to stop herself from breaking down again as she wrapped an arm around her son and began to walk after Richie and Eddie.

"Guys, please," Mike said as he hurried after Eddie, Y/N, and Grayson.

"Listen. What? We stay. We die. That's it? I'm gonna go back to the inn. I'm gonna back up my shit and I'm gonna drive to my home. I'm sorry, man. Good luck," Eddie said as he patted Mike's arms before glancing at Y/N. The two shared a look and he whispered, "I'll see you at the inn, okay?"

Y/N numbly nodded before Eddie gave her a short nod and began to walk away. "Eddie, please. Please, Eddie!" Mike called out, but the man had already reached his car. Mike instantly turned to Y/N and hurried over to her. "Y/N, you can't leave. Please. You know we have to do this together."

The woman sighed and looked to the ground before glancing back up at her friend with tear filled eyes. "I can't," she whispered. "I'm not fucking doing this, Mike. I have a kid to worry about and I'm not about to bring him to a fight I don't even know we'll win. I can't lose anyone else, Mike." Her voice cracked and she had to take a moment to let in a shaky breath before she began to back away while shaking her head. "I'm sorry."

"Y/N," Mike pleaded, but the woman didn't stop backing up. Her eyes flickered over her friends that remained—Mike who was staring at her desperately, Beverly who sat on the ground smoking a cigarette with tears rolling down her cheeks, Ben who was giving her an almost as pleading look as Mike but with a hint of sadness hidden within, and finally Bill who had tears rolling down his face as he just stared right back at her.

Her eyes remained locked with Bill as she whispered, "I can't." Bill didn't say anything back and Y/N quickly turned before grabbing onto Grayson's arm and walking away as fast as she could.

Mike called after her, but Y/N ignored it. She knew she was in the verge of another breakdown by the way her breathing rate increased and she had to choke back her sobs. Tears blurred her vision and she kept her hand wrapped tightly around Grayson's wrist as she blindly stumbled towards her car.

Y/N let go of Grayson in order to try and unlock the car, but she failed to notice the way her son stood by her with his eyes glued to her face. "Damn it!" Y/N yelled as she struggled to open the car door. She slammed her hand against the roof of her car, a sob escaping her lips as she shakily continued to try and get her key to work.

"Mom," Grayson whispered as he hurried to her side. "Mom, stop. Just stop." His hands grabbing ahold of hers were enough to make her freeze, her head hanging low as another sob wracked through her body. Y/N lifted her head and her heart broke at the sight of Grayson staring back at her with red rimmed eyes full of tears and so much pain.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry," Y/N choked out, her words making Grayson break down as he fell against hers. His arms wrapped around her almost instantly as he cried against her chest and Y/N was quick to hug her son back, cradling his head as she broke down too.

The two let it all out in the parking lot that night, their anguish and heartache having them holding onto each other so tight like they were afraid they were going to lose each other. Stan Uris, Y/N's best friend and Grayson's uncle, was dead and there was nothing they could do about it. Being the type of people they were, this killed them both. It felt like another dagger to the heart and only the hug they had was enough to keep them standing up.

They cried for what seemed like forever, hidden away from the view of anyone who happened to walk by. Grayson was the first to calm down and he just held his mother for as long as she needed, knowing that she was feeling ten times the amount of pain and sadness he felt.

He had never seen any pair as close as Y/N and Stan were. Since he was little, it had always been his mother and his uncle there for him, always the pair showing up to every important event of his. Grayson had always wanted a friendship like theirs and he knew that, to his mother, losing Stan was like losing a part of herself.

Y/N eventually calmed down enough to pull out of the hug, but she kept one hand on Grayson's arm as she wiped away her tears. "Mom," Grayson said, his voice soft. Y/N hummed in response and the boy stared at her a moment before whispering, "What's It?"

Y/N tensed almost instantly, her face paling as she looked at her son with wide eyes. She was quick to shake her fear away and forced on a shaky smile as she said, "Nothing you need to worry about. We're going home and you'll never have to hear about this ever again."

Before Grayson could say anymore, Y/N managed to get her car door open and began to get in. It was time for her to push aside her sadness and mourn Stan later. Grayson was her number one priority right now and she needed to get him out of here as quick as possible before It could reach them.

"Mom, come on," Grayson tried to say, but Y/N just ignored him and climbed into the car. "Mom." She went to close the door, but Grayson was suddenly grabbing the door and forcing it open, his hand gripping onto the metal tightly as he exclaimed, "Mom!"

Y/N instantly froze before letting her gaze flicker up to her son who was standing there staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face. "Gray, honey, we need to leave," she insisted, but Grayson only let out a sigh and shook his head.

"We can't go."

Y/N blinked in surprised before giving her son a confused look. "Why not?" she asked, curious as to why he didn't want to leave after the horrors he just witnessed.

"I've never seen you as happy as you were in the restaurant," Grayson admitted, his shoulders relaxing as he gave his mother a sincere look. "I've never seen you care about people that much other than me, Uncle Stan, and Aunt Patty."

Y/N flinched at Stan's name and Grayson hesitated for a moment before kneeling down before her, his knees on the road while Y/N still sat in the car with her head lowered and her gaze on the steering wheel.

"I'm upset too and I know it's different for you, but Stan was my uncle and I know he wouldn't want you to just walk away. He took what he believed to be the easy way out, but he would never want you to just give up," Grayson said. "And quite frankly, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if someone else got hurt because you ran away scared."

Y/N was silent and Grayson let his eyes flicker over her face before falling into her hands which were shaking in her lap. Sighing, Grayson reached up to hug her, the action making Y/N shake more as she went to hug him back.

"You don't understand, Gray," she whispered, her voice shaking almost as much as her body. "This thing—"

"Then tell me. Help me to understand," Grayson told her as he pulled away to look her in the eye. He kept his hands on her arms while Y/N stared at him for a moment.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this," Y/N finally said, a haunted look in her eyes. "No kid should."

"Mom, we're a team, remember?" Grayson reminded her, his voice steady as he gave her arms a gentle squeeze. "You've done so much for me. Let me help you this one time."

Y/N isn't sure what had her doing it, but something about the look in Grayson's eyes and his pure determination to help her and the Losers stick together was enough to have her explaining everything that happened during the summer of 1989. She told him about meeting the Losers. She told him about the missing kids and Bill's brother. She told him about the Well House, It, the fears that came to life that summer, and the promise they had made. Everything that happened that summer, she told him about.

Grayson took it all in without saying a single word. He just listened and in that moment, that was all Y/N needed. Grayson just sat there running a finger along the scar on her hand as she talked, his eyes flickering up to her every once in a while.

It wasn't long before she had told him everything, minus the parts about Bill of course since she still couldn't figure out how to tell him. A silence fell among them when she stopped talking and Y/N kept her eyes on Grayson while she felt as if she could practically see the gears shifting in his head as he tried to make sense of everything.

"Well, then I guess it seems like you know what you have to do," Grayson finally said, his eyes flickering up to meet his mother's while she gave him a confused look. "You wouldn't have made that promise all of those years ago if you don't intend on coming back. You knew that you would have to come back and protect the kids who couldn't help themselves—to prevent them from having to go through the same things you did. And that was all when you were only thirteen!"

Grayson got up onto his feet and reached down to wipe the gravel from his knees before saying, "That leaves us with only one option—stay and fight."

Y/N shook her head lightly and looked down at the scar on her hand. She was silent for a moment before whispering, "I don't know how I'm supposed to do this without Stanley."

Last time she had fought It, her cousin had been by her side every step of the way. Even when they were fighting with the others, she still had Stan. What would she do now that he was gone?

Grayson stared at his mother for a moment before reaching out and gently taking ahold of her hand with the scar so that she was forced to look up at him. He gave her a small smile before whispering, "We'll get through it how we always do—together."

Y/N squeezed her son's hand in response, a small smile appearing on her face as she felt a little bit of hope coursing through her veins. Grayson always had been able to do that, give her hope when no one else could. It was one of the things she loved most about her son.

Grayson let go of her hand and walked around the car before getting in on the other side. Before long the doors were closed and Y/N began driving towards the inn where the Losers would no doubt be trying to leave as fast as she could. Y/N knew they couldn't leave and it was going to be partially up to her to get them to stay.

Knowing this, the car ride was quiet as Y/N tried to plan her next move. However, there was a sadness looming over the car caused by Stan's death, but Y/N tried to ignore it the best she could. That was. . .until Grayson spoke up.

"Uncle Stan loved you so much, you know that?"

Y/N faltered, her eyes filling with tears once again as her heart ached. Swallowing thickly, Y/N glanced at her son to find him staring back at her with a small smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"I know. He loved you too," she whispered back as she gently took her son's hand in her own and looked back out at the road. Grayson held her hand tight, not even caring that he was too old to still be holding onto his mother's hand.

Wiping away his tears with his free hand, Grayson smiled a bit more and whispered, "I know."

The rest of the ride was even quieter than before as they both sat there silently mourning Stan's death. However, with their hands still linked together, Y/N and Grayson knew that all this pain they felt would get better as long as they had each other by their side.

They knew that Stan would always be with them and Y/N couldn't help but be reminded of something Stan had said all those years ago.

"I know I'm a loser. And no matter what, I always fucking will be."

Even in death, Stan would still be with them. He would forever be a Loser and Y/N's best friend.

And Y/N planned to make him proud.

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[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

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We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[yandere-romanticaa]

Freedom...

This is dedicated for my son, who has been raised back from the dead in chapter 77!

"I am free..."

That was the sentence the (h/c)ette would tell herself the very moment she woke up. No longer was she in that dreaded, stuffy cage. No longer was she a puppet, a toy, for that clown! He had died so suddenly, she couldn't have believed it. It was wrong to feel such joy at someone elses tragedy, but the bastard was more then deserving of it. His death had been both painful and brutal, and a part of her wishes that she could have been able to see her captors demise with her own two eyes. Alas, the only thing she could really focus on was to break that cage and just turn her life back to normal.

She was able to find a small place to live, and a decent part time job. Everything was going rather smoothly, but the paranoia was eating her from the inside out. She knew all too well just how tricky, cunning and smart Nikolai was. In a dark corner of her mind she doubted that he was really dead. It happened too quickly, it made no sense what so ever! Plus, she never actually saw his body, despite checking the crime scene for herself numerous times...

Still though, she tried to look on the brighter side of life and things seemed to be going well for her. Yes, she was always on her toes and it had become a habit of hers to look behind her shoulder, but that didn't stop her from making some friends. She made sure to always have someone by her side, just in case if things went downhill. She even bought a gun for herself, and that weapon really made her feel safer once she got home. She hid it in a drawer in her bedroom, and that drawer could only be opened by a key that she always carried. Things really were looking up for (y/n) and she could finally love a normal, happy life...!

Then the letters started to appear.

(y/n) worked in a little café, and whenever she came in there was always a letter waiting for her at the counter. She had first dismissed it as a joke by her co-workers, but over time the letters became a lot more... personal.

The letters described (y/n) in great detail, and everything the writer wanted to do with and to (y/n). Alarm bells were screaming at the top of her head so she decided not to read them anymore. They were still there for her, but she never dared to open them ever again. She just ripped it to shreds and threw it in to the garbage bin, where it belonged.

Not to mention how some of her latest customers were just plain weird. Every day, someone new would come in and they would always catch her eye. There was just something so familiar about these people, but she couldn't quite figure it out. There was no way any of them were conected, they were all so diffirent from each other! A secretary, a janitor, a teacher... Their faces were always so similar to someone who shouldn't be in this world anymore...

She didn't even feel safe in her own home anymore. The all to familliar feeling of being watched was unbearable, and (y/n) had lost countless hours of sleep because of it. She wasn't even safe with her friends and whenever she brought up her concerns, they would either tell her that she is overreacting or they would comfort her but quickly change the subject. It was driving her insane, she couldn't take this anymore!

She kept telling herself that it wasn't him, that it couldn't be him! He was dead, he was fucking sawed in half for Christ's sake! Still, this constant feeling of pure and utter terror, the way she felt someone's shadow just hovering over her as she slept...

What really drove (y/n) up the wall though was when she found out that her gun was missing. It. Was. Freaking. Missing!!! How could that happen?! She never opened that drawer for these past couple of days, and there were no signs of a break in... She could hear whispers in the shadows, taunting, teasing, breaking her to itty bitty pieces. She really was going insane, huh...?

The darnkess had already engulfed the little city (y/n) resided in. There were no signs of life on the dimly lit streets, aside from a few stray cats here and there. Despite being awake in such an ungodly hour, (y/n) was still very much awake. She felt so cold and lonely, the bitter tears streaming down her face felt like daggers against her soft skin. She cried and whimpered to herself, completely unaware of the danger that was so terribly close.

He was so close to her, he could almost taste the sweetnes of her blood on his tounge, he could almost feel the rapid heartbeat in her chest. Nikolai knew everything about (y/n), including all of her quirks, habbits, fears and tics... He needed to dissapear for a while in order to help his dear friend Fyodor with their grand plan, but he never expected his little birdie to fly away from him oh so quickly. She had spread her wings and flew in to the world, not knowing of the dangers that lurked around every corner.

He too was one of those dangers.

He had missed her so much! All he wanted was to hear her sweet voice, to feel her soft skin pressed up against his, to be reunited with his little darling. But for now, he'd let (y/n) taste the freedom she so desperately craved. He watched for such a long time now, but he just couldn't handle it anymore. He came in to her little café every single day, but he always wore a diffirent mask. After all, Nikolai was a master of disguise! Why shouldn't he keep his (y/n) company, even if it's not direct?! She broke down so many times and yet she always found the strength to get back up. A large grin adorned the clown's face as he knew that in no time his little bird would no longer be able to fly. And when that happens, he will wait for her at the bottom to catch her, where they can finally be together once more.

[handcrafted-by-fluids]

A Glimmer of Hope (Draco x Slytherin reader)

Summary: This is the second and the last part of a sixth year fanfiction. Your friend Draco has recently got distant. You've taken it upon yourself to find out what he's up to. Is it just because he's your friend.

Link for 1st part: https://handcrafted-by-fluids.tumblr.com/post/620292667778236416/a-glimmer-of-hope-draco-x-slytherin-reader

Warnings: Angst

Requested by: @malfoy7

Edited by: @eternallyconfusedsoul

Also dedicated to: @the--queen-of-hell

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your last name

Part 2

The winter was almost knocking the sunlight off the clock courtyard. Hogwarts had never been a particularly safe place to be in, but this year was going especially substandard, both for you and for the school. Last month a Gryffindor student had been cursed by a jinxed necklace. Draco was still avoiding you, and now he had started missing classes too. You were trying your best to stalk him, but most of the times he ended up in the boys bathroom or the Room of Requirement which you still couldn't access.

Christmas would be there in no time, and the word got around that Draco would stay at Hogwarts for this Christmas, something he never does. You decided to use this as your opportunity to find the truth out. Going back for a vacation wasn't more important than your friend.

On the first day of your holidays, you decided to wait in the common room for Draco to arrive from his regular venture. It was almost midnight when he sneaked in slowly, as it was well past the curfew hours.

"Filch missed you again?", you asked, keeping your DADA book aside.

He almost dropped his wand in shock. It was dark, and clearly, he hadn't noticed you.

When he didn't reply, you got up and stood in front of him. "Do you want me to turn you in?"

"You wouldn't", Draco replied, but it missed the familiar smirk.

"You don't know that, do you?", you replied. "But if you tell me where you were, I won't inform anybody."

"You think I'm answerable to you?", he replied, suddenly raising his voice. You noticed a glittery trail on his face. Was he crying? It was hard to tell in the dark. "I have support from people you wouldn't guess. Also, I asked you to stay away from me".

His voice broke towards the end of the sentence, which pained you terribly. He was crying.

But you had never seen him cry. Never. He had definitely wailed purposefully when he was attacked by the Hippogriff, but those silent tears told something else about the person you knew so well.

He was suffering.

"Draco. You can tell me. Whatever it is. I won't tell anybody. I trust you", you said softly. "It's okay."

"That's the problem Y/N. You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust me", he said, almost inaudibly. "You'll hate me."

"I- I won't", you said, carefully choosing your next words. "We've been friends for five years, haven't we? I never hated you."

"We can't be friends anymore. I have chosen my legacy. This is to keep you safe", said Draco. "Please."

He finally looked at your eyes. You gazed at his beautiful gray eyes which matched perfectly with his pale gray tinged skin and felt a sudden desire to hold his face in your hands and wipe his tears off. After what felt like an eternity, he tore his eyes away.

"I'm sorry Y/N", he ran off to his dormitory once again. You were too speechless to stop him. Were you falling for him?

.....

It was tough to accept what you actually felt for Draco, as now he was as distant as ever. By the time the students returned from the break, you had given up all hope of ever seeing him again.

The first blow came in the form of a widely circulating rumour. Draco had been fatally injured in a duel with Harry Potter. Before you even gave it a thought, you found yourself running out of your Charms class (to Flitwick's immense agitation). In no time, you're requesting Madam Pomfrey to let you in.

Being a Slytherin had it's own advantages. For example, you had some tricks up your sleeve to convince Madam Pomfrey.

"But he's asleep. He's been given a high dosage of sleeping draught. Wouldn't be another six hours before he wakes up", she said, clearly annoyed.

"It's okay, I'm just going to wait here, I won't disturb him".

You spent the rest of the day sitting by his bed and looking at him. Though you're highly tempted to brush off his hair, Madam Pomfrey was good at keeping an eye. You just hoped no other teachers noted your absence in class.

You had lost the track of time when you noticed Draco stirring. Madam Pomfrey rushed to his side and helped him wake up.

"Has the pain reduced?", she asked, as Draco started to regain his consciousness. But he was far past answering her, because he was starting at you tenderly.

"Y/N?", he asked, completely ignoring Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, very well", said Madam Pomfrey, "looks like your pain is gone. I will give you two some time to catch up while I go for my meeting with Professor Snape", she said and left you alone with Draco.

"How are you feeling now?", you asked tentatively.

"Better", he said.

You placed your hands on his left hand and brought it close to you, but he pulled away quickly.

You noticed a small part of a black ink on his forearm, which looked suspiciously like a tattoo.

"Were you waiting here for all that time?", he asked, to which you nodded. "You know you didn't need to."

"I was worried", you said.

He looked at you unblinkingly, and once again, you felt as if someone had stunned you. All the time you had spent away from him had made you realize how much you loved his company. You had loved every bit of his intoxicating personality- his smirk, his snide remarks, his eyes, and the way he ran his fingers through his golden hair.

He sighed, but didn't break the eye contact. "You deserve the truth Y/N".

"No, Draco. I'm sorry for pushing you all this time, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to", you said. You realized that all your curiosity was driven by your eagerness to be his friend. Now as long as you could just look at his eyes and talk to him, you wanted nothing more.

"It's okay Y/N. I want to tell you."

You nodded and helped him to sit up. "I have been given a task Y/N. By- by the Dark Lord. It is my only chance to save myself and my family".

You shuddered. You had always been afraid to lose all your friends in the wizarding war. You knew it was inevitable, but never really thought about it. Especially how your friendship with Draco would be affected. You knew which side you were in. You were not the bravest, but your parents were killed by the Dark Lord, despite the fact that they worked for him. If you had a chance, you'd definitely fight against him. But if you had a chance to bring back your parents by working for him...

Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized Draco hadn't finished yet.

"I- "

"You don't need to say anything", he said. "I have done horrible things while trying to accomplish it. I almost killed Katie Bell."

So that was him. What task could be so dangerous that he almost killed a student? Afterall, he was just sixteen.

"The truth, Y/N, is that I'm a Death Eater now", he said, and rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a tattoo that you knew so well. He sighed again. "I know you'll hate me after this. But you weren't going to leave me alone, were you? I wanted to keep you away from my messed up life, but I was also afraid that you might hate me. I didn't want to lose you, but you deserved the tru-"

You grabbed his hand and leaned in to kiss him before you could change your mind. For a moment, the world paused. The only thing your senses could pick up was the subtle scent of his musk cologne and the slightly bitter taste of his lips, probably from the medicines.

Before your realized what you were doing, you felt his hands on your cheeks, drawing you in his embrace. He was kissing you back.

After what felt like an eternity, you parted, though his hands were still on your cheeks.

"I love you", you whispered.

"Why?", he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

"You are the strongest person I know. You are doing what you must, but you are not a bad person. I know", you replied. "You don't need to tell me what task you have. I know what the Dark Lord is capable of. We all have our terrors Draco."

He removed his hands from your cheeks, held your hands and brought them close to his lips, and gave them a soft tentative peck.

"I don't know what is to come Y/N", he said. "I might not be able to finish the task, I might not be able to survive. And if I do manage to finish it, I'll never be able to look back, I'll have to commit to him. But for what it's worth, you, Y/N, are my only glimmer of hope, and you'll always be", he said, and kissed you again.

You didn't know how long the peace would last, how long you would have the opportunity to kiss him, how long you could hold on to him, but you knew how much you loved him, and how you always would.

As if reading your mind, he replied.

"I love you Y/N, and I always will."

Note: I tried my best to write it without affecting canon, so it's a bit of an abrupt ending. If you want me to continue this and change the main plot of HBP, do tell me.

[bloodyrippah]

Klaus Mikaelson "How about round four?"

Klaus x my oc Romeo (not edited)

Warning: Mention of abuse, talks about trauma, sexual scene, mpreg.

I woke up to the sound of Romeo screaming and turning in his sleep, his night terror we're no secret to me but it did worry me that he still had them, even after two years of that bastard being dead, I only wish there was some way I could help ease his pain. I couldn't have a witch perform magic on him, he would never forgive me if he ever found out, I still had secrets from him. Secrets I could never tell him. Shifting from my side I gently shook his shoulders, he shook violently before scrambling awake, I brought him into my arms softly kissing his head." It was just a dream, " I whispered, he cried into my arms, I laid back down rubbing his back.

"Im sorry I woke you up, " Romeo whispered softly, he sniffed caressing my face, I kissed his head rubbing his arm.

"It's quite alright, " I told him shifting slowly, I laid on my side looking at him, he sniffed closing his eyes, tears stressed down his pale freckled cheeks, his lips pressed into a thin line as they quivered. He looked so broken and fragile." Do you want to talk about it?!" I questioned with raised brows, he shook his head.

" I just....just hold me please, " He softly told me, I nodded my head pulling him closer, I hoped he would start telling me of his troubles and the abuse soon, the only way I knew was through Elijah, the face still being kept up. It needed to stay that way.

"I hope you will tell me of your troubles one day, " I told him caressing his soft large hands, they were soft and very smooth, I always loved holding it.

He caressed my face leaning closer to me." I know, " he kissed me, I smiled into the kiss, my eyes closed savouring the passionate kiss we shared." I love you, " my eyes widen at his words, love. I had not thought about that. Was I in love with him, I was, I was, two years was a long time and I had been in love with him for a year now. It was something we never talked about, he was my true mate and it was bound to happen one day but in our case, it was very different and he was still healing.

"I know, " I whispered, I knew he loved me, he almost said it a few hours ago, he was scared. I knew he was hence I was easy and I waited until he was ready, no matter how many years it took. I had eternity and in some way, I guess he does as well.

"Im sorry, I shouldn't have, " Romeo opened his eyes looking at me, his whisky golden brown eyes dimmed into mine, I shook my head at his words, I myself wasn't sure I was ready to say it. It was beginning to feel all too real now.

"No, " I took a deep breath." come here, " I pulled him closer. He laid his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around me. I kissed his head.

**

The morning I woke up to the sun meaning through the curtains, I groaned holding up my arm to cover my face, I felt a lifted weight on my body, opening one of my eyes, I found the bes empty, looking at the clock on the wall, it was about 7:45 am, getting out of bed, I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. A while later after getting ready for the day, I walked into the kitchen to find Romeo making breakfast, I smiled watching him hum to the song playing through the speaker, I walked behind him wrapping my arms around his waist, he leaned closer to me, I kissed his neck closing my eyes." Morning, " I told him caressing his back, he raised his head placing his lips on mine, I moaned turning him around, he drapes one arm around my neck pulling me closer.

"Im making pancakes, " He told me in a cherry tone, he looked better than he did a few hours ago.

"I love your pancakes, " I told him, he was a very good cook, I loved his food despite not needing it but keeping up the facade was very prominent.

"Mm, " He hummed kissing me once more.

"We should talk about what happened last night, " I spoke up as we were getting ready to eat breakfast, he hummed nodding his head.

"If it's about me saying I love you, just forget about that, " Romeo said avoiding eye contact with me, it would be awkward given the fact that I didn't say it back.

'No, it's not that, " I dropped the fork and took hold of his hand." It's about the way you left things, going to bed angry, " I said, it was about the fact he wanted to have sex out of impulse and I said no and he got angry, I wasn't mad about that, I wanted him to understand that I was scared he would later regret it.

"Yeah, about...." He trails off and I nodded my head taking a sip of my drink. "I'm sorry, I still have that habit of doing things too..." he trailed off and I nodded understanding where he was heading with this, I placed his hand to my life gently kissing it.

"I just want us to move up to the next phase of our relationship when you are ready, " I softly told him caressing his hands, he nodded his head and smiled.

"I know, " He leaned forward placing a soft kiss to my lips, I closed my eyes savouring the moment we shared, I pulled him closer to me, he sat on my lap and moaned into the kiss.

"We should probably leave soon, " I said in between kisses, I never wanted the moments I had with him to end, I wanted to be locked all the way out here forever of we had to, away from everyone. Have him all to myself. That would truly be a wish come true.

**

ROMEO'S P.O.V

A while later Nik and I were at a skating park in the town, I loved skating and I was a pro at it, Richard and I always went together, it was something we loved to fo on a daily basis, we stood on the ice skating back and forth, our hands held together, he placed his lips to my head and I smiled at the affectionate touch he displayed on me. I always loved the little thing he did for me. When he was angry, he always made sure to stay away, calm his nerve. I loved that he didn't lash out on me as Richard would, I shredded at the thought of when Richard would best me senselessly, it made me feel so little and I never wanted to feel that way again. I was falling more and more in love with Nik by the moment and it scared me because of how fast I was falling and it had been two years.

Surviving from a traumatic relationship would take a long time and two years wasn't enough time to become yourself again, I was slowly healing from that point of my life. I wanted to forget about Richard and all he put me through and ot was a lot, I held onto Nik's hand swirling around, a smile on my lips. The day had been going great so far, it was nice being away from Greenville and everything and everyone. I swirled behind Nik pulling him safely towards me.

I wanted to move our relationship further, I was tired at putting it all at wit's end, it wasn't fair to Nik and it wasn't fair to me as well. I deserved better and I wanted us to move forward, I wanted us to have sex, tonight. I wasn't going to let Richard control me anymore. I was going to be happy in my relationship.

"Hey, " I said smiling widely at him, he turned at me, oh god that marvellous grin of us, my heart always seems to beat ten times faster, faster than it ever did with Richard, I wasn't scared of my life around him when he was angry. He never let me know he was. I loved that, he was possessive yes and sometimes controlling but he tried not to be with me given the fact that my deceased husband was basically dictating everything I did in my life. I could sense a dangerous streak about Klaus and it did sometimes scare me but I never thought anything else of it, it was sometimes hard to figure him out like he held a secret and I was drawn to that. I was drawn to his danger. I was indeed sick, it was the same way I was drawn to Richard, I only hoped our relationship wouldn't turn out like that. I could not deal with another Richard in my life. I honestly couldn't.

"Are you having fun?!" Nik asked me smiling brightly at me, I nodded my head, the sound of the music in the skating ring entered my ear and the sliding of skating shoes also counted into my ear, I wrapped ny arms around his neck placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I really am, " I told him in a soft tone filled with affection for him, he was always doing things to make me happy and I had not been this happy in a when I was with Richard during the last few months of our relationship. "Thank you, " I finished pecking his lips repeatedly, he moans into the kiss holding my face. "Come on, I am quite parched, " I told him in the same posh tone he always speaks in, he chuckles at my words.

We went to the bar to get ourselves a drink, I stood behind Nik, I tightly squeezed my left wrist, the pain erupted slowly when I dug my nails into the heap of my skin, I, I bit my lips tightly and took a deep breath watching Nik order drinks and snacks for the both of us, he turns around and I pull my sleeve down, I smiled at him before pecking his lips.

We sat at the booth and I took a sip of the beer Nik had gotten me, placing my hands on the table I pulled out my phone to check on the kids, I was anxious about being away from Evie, Lydia, Thomas and Freddie for so long, I had not been away from them for a week before, when I went to business trips, I took them with me, things had drastically changed after Richard died, Freddie and Thomas was two years old and my blood boiled knowing our children weren't going to father another parent in their life, I was the only parent I had left. I had adopted Evie as my own when I got pregnant with Thomas and Frederick, she had been getting well with us and getting used to it, Richard made her and Lydia go to the Boarding school, he said it was in Prague, Czech Republic and was called BloodCoat, the name was creepy, I had been there once to check it out and it was well, Richards taste, his great-grandfather who I met a few times owned it. Giving the fact that he and Fallon grew up there, I was disappointed to know he held little part in raising them, he wasn't anything like Richard, I thought he would be a fucking rich dick and all about having a boarding school that I couldn't it on google, it felt off to me but Richards family owned it so I guess it was okay. Richard wanted Freddie to attend when he was seven years old just like Lydia did when she turned seven.

It seems like a good school but I would teach my children to be good girls and a boy, to be respectful and responsible. I took a deep breath narrowing my eyes at Nik who caressed my wrist, the pain from constantly hurting myself presented itself when he softly gave it a soft squeeze, I bit my like to stop myself from wincing, Nik had no idea that I hurt myself and it was pathetic of me to keep doing that even after surviving years of abuse from Richard. It felt like somehow he was still here and he was making me hurt myself but that wasn't the case. I was sick and I needed to stop thinking I deserved to be hurt. Did I really?

"Are you alright?!" Nik questioned me, I nodded my head taking a few my chips, he narrowed his eyes at me before caressing my hand.

A few hours later, after having a fun day out, it was about eight pm and I was heavily tired and tomorrow was going to be special, I was going to give myself to him. I felt like I was ready to take this step. Its been two years and the only sexual thing we've done is give each other blow job for the first time and it happened ...well a few times this morning. Entering the house, I instantly went to the bedroom where I jumped on the newly made bed, a groan escaped my lips, I felt Nik rub my back getting on top of me, I moaned when I felt his hands enter my jeans and boxers.

"Nik," I moaned out into the bedsheet when he began caressing my member, I bit my lips tightly to stop the moan that was coming out of my lips, I couldn't hold it in, he began kissing my neck and biting my earlobes.

"Do you like that?!" Nik whispers into my ears, I raised my head and kissed his lops, I flipped us overtaking off my red leather jacket, I leaned down placing my lips on his, he moaned wrapping his arms around my neck. I was ready. I really was but I was patient to wait until I was truly sure.

"I love that, " I whispered biting his lips seductively, I fiddled with the zip of his jeans. " I can't wait to see what you do to me next, " I whispered selectively. He grinned at me pecking my lips.

"Come on, let's get freshen up, "

The next morning I woke up drenched in sweat, I was thankful I didn't wake up screaming, looking at the time it was 8 am and Nik was sleeping peacefully, I got out of bed taking a deep breath, my feet creaked on the floor, walking into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, I was now a different person or at least I was trying to be who I was meant to be, I squeezed my left wrist very tightly before grazing my fingers roughly into my skin, I bit my lips tightly feeling pain erupt through my wrist and my roughly button lips. I closed my eyes trying to clear out my nightmare. It was always the incident with Richard, it scared me knowing I was still suffering, I was hurting myself. I winched releasing my wrist before I started transcending up.

A little while later, I stood at the balcony of the cabin, dresses in a red tracksuit bottom, a blue shirt, I was barefoot and in my handheld a mug of coffee mixed with bourbon, I leaned against the door watching as the snow fell down, the leaves on the trees blew from side to side and the chirping of birds, I closed my eyes but the dream kept evading in my mind.

I jumped when I felt hands on my back, turning around I stopped at the sight of Klaus." You scared me, " I placed my hands on my chest taking a deep breath, he grinned before leaning forward to kiss me, I smiled pecking his lips." Sleep well, " I asked him walking inside the living room, I closed the sliding glass doors before walking to the living room.

"I did. Woke up without you, " Nik placed his hands on my shoulders, I looked up at him and smiled.

"Sorry, had a bad dream, " I told him taking a seat on the couch, my feet crossed Indian style, Nik took a deep breath sitting down next to me. He rubbed my thighs before playing my feet on his lap, he was dressed in his usual jeans and shirt, he looked freshened for the day.

"I really wish you would start opening up to me, " He told me but I could tell he was annoyed at the fact that I speak to my counsellor about my problems instead of him and I could understand where he was coming from. I really could. I was afraid." Instead of your bloody therapist, " He rolled his eyes giving me a look, I looked away from his gaze, he was angry at that and I was always able to notice when he was angry or in a mood and it was the same with Richard. I wanted to stay away from him if he was angry.

"I know, " I rubbed his arm before taking jis hand in mine, I placed a soft kiss on it." Be patience baby, " I told him softly, he stood up abruptly pulling away from me.

"That's bloody it, it's been two bloody year's and you won't even... God, " Nik yelled loudly, his vein clenching, I jumped at the volume of his voice but also the anger behind it.

"Nik, " I reached to hold his hand but he recoiled hitting me in the face, I stopped in the track.

"Romeo, that was an accident, "

I held my face feeling my eyes water at that, accident or not, it brought up bad and horrific memories that I wanted to put behind me, I couldn't stop the low sob that escaped my lips, I flinched away from his coming touch standing up from the couch, he looked at me the same way Richard did when he first laid his hand on me, he said the same thing. 'it was an accident,' to me, it didn't seem like that to me at the moment.

"I swear, it was an accident, " Nik tried to say but I was already leaving the living room, I found myself sitting at the window bed in the bedroom looking at the window, I soon heard footsteps but kept my gaze away from Nik. " It really was an accident, " Nik sat in front of me at the window bed, he took my face in his hand caressing it." I promise, I would never.....never...ever dare lay my hands on you like that or even think of doing it, " he told me softly, I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was telling the truth, I pulled him into a hug caressing his head.

"Its okay, baby, " I whispered rubbing his back, he kissed my cheeks, I pulled away pecking his lips before deepening it. " I love you, " I told him looking into his eyes, I was hoping he truly felt the same way I was starting to feel and he would say it back. I desperately wanted this to work. I needed to truly be free.

I began to feel my eyes water at his quiet facade, he truly was quiet. He didn't love me as I loved me, I was such a fool. " Oh...Romeo, " Nik pulled away from me, I shook my head." I'm just..."

"No, don't. Its quite alright, " I told him pulling my knee up to my chest, he shook his head.

"It wasn't that, I love you too, I am very much in love with you and I have not felt like this in a long time, " Nik told me holding my face in his hands, I felt my eyes tear up at his words, I looked into his eyes, it was like I could sense his emotion, he truly did love me.

I placed my lips on him standing up." I'm ready, I mean it, " I told him breathing heavily, he looked at me before carrying me into his arms, I wrapped my legs around his neck as he carried me over to the bed and gently laid me down.

I cupped his cheeks pressing my lips against his, he moaned into the chaste kiss I began placing on his lips, my left arm slowly caressed his neck before wrapping around ut, he pulls me closer, his hand roaming around my body and into my pants, I let out a low moan into his lips, my lips detecting from his towards his cheeks, I began placing soft and delicate kiss on down his neck, my hand pulled at his shirt, he pulls away looking me in the eyes, he wanted to make sure I was indeed ready and I was, I truly was and I wanted us to take things further, two years we started this relationship and we hardly did anything and I wanted us to be better and grow closer. I pulled his head down placing my lips on his once again, he begins fiddling with my shirt, a low growl rumble through his lios and I churned, I could feel my member growing and I could feel him, it was begging to be touched and I wanted this to be taken slow and perfect. I raised my head as our kiss got more passionate and loving.

"I love you, " I whispered to Nik who took off my shirt showing my masculine and tone upper body, I ran my hands down Niks upper body before reaching to remove his jeans, he holds my hand.

"Relax, " Nik whispered seductively into my ears, I closed my eyes listening to the sound of his raspy and deep voice, it was like music to my ears and I never wanted him to stop talking. "Let me show you how much I love you, " He whispered, I placed my lips to his cheeks, my hands caressing his. I looked into his eyes, I couldn't look away, god was as breathtaking as the day I met him.

He began trailing kisses down my chest, I bit my lips letting out a low moan, I couldn't help but curl my fingers into the roots of his hair, he growled and I felt chills run down my spine, Ioved his growl. it was demanding and dominate, loving, God I loved what he did to me. "Nik, " I moaned out when pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and boxers off, I moaned when I felt his hand gently held my large and swollen member, I raised my head propping on my elbow to watch him, I opened my mouth letting out a loud rumbling moan, I throw my head back when I felt his wet mouth around my member, his hands caressing it softly, his head bobbing up and down, almost choking, I felt myself slowly reach my peak, gripping his head tighter, my body clenches tightly and I moaned loudly."Ah-oh. Fuck. Fuck. Nik, oh fuck, " I curled my lips into a thin line, he bit my lips letting out several loud moans, Nik gagged looking at me, I moaned when he placed a soft kiss to the tip of my member, he caressed the tip, my precum leaking, I moaned throwing my head back, he caressed my member jerking me off, I began releasing cum all over him and myself, I fell back on the bed breathing heavily, I felt Nik trail kisses up my chest, I moaned holding his face, he placed his lips to mine.

"You taste magnificent, " Nik whispers into my lips, I looked into his eyes before kissing him, my hands caressing his chest until it touched his own lathe and swollen never, he moans into my mouth when I began jerking him off, I grunted when I felt his hands on my member, I deepened the kiss, he began trailing kisses down my neck, I moaned, my hands caressing the wet tip of his member, he clenches around my hold and I smirk.

"Nik, " I moaned into his ears, my hand gently turning around his member, I grabbed his balls gently massaging it, he moans loudly and I laughed into the kiss when he places his lips on mine again, he holds my face and moaned. I began feeling his hands caress my asscheeks and gripped them, I threw my head back letting out a moan, my hands caressing his member, he pushed one finger into my asshole and I let out a low moan, I couldn't help the next moan that escaped my lips when he slipped in another finger, I moaned gripping his member, I began moving my hips to his fingers slipping in and out, the pleasure was so great, I moaned when he slipped in another finger, oh god, Nik's moans entered my ears.

"You are so tight, " Nik moaned slipping in the fourth finger to lose me up, I moaned into his lips, he pulled out and turned me around, my ass raises in the air, I gripped the sheets waiting for this to happen, we had seen each other naked, it felt great and also so shy, this was our first time together.

"Nik, " I moaned out when he slowly slipped his member into my asshole, I closed my eyes tightly letting out a squealed moan, he slowly goes deeper, I hiss gripping the bedhead tightly, he enters me fully and slowly begins going in and out, I raise my head turning my face to kiss him, I moaned into his lips when he began going faster, the bed began slamming violently into the wall. "Oh fuck, " I cried helplessly feeling my hole get wetter and fill with profound pleasure, I gripped his neck letting out a strangled cry, my lips brushed against his and his hands began rubbing my member.

"Fuck, you're so tight, " Nik pushed me down to the bed, he grabbed my waist thrusting deeper into me, it began going rough and I loved it, I couldn't help the loud moan that entwined with Nik's. "Oh fuck." The slapping of his balls into my ass echoed into my ears, I cried out again gripping the bed sheet, my head faced down on the bed, my lips curled open and another loud moan escaped my lips, Nik begins to slow down and I feel him grab my back, I push my hips towards him, my ass slapping against his front, he pushes himself deeper hitting my prostate, I moaned out crying, I could feel tears stream down my face.

"Ah, oh fuck, baby, oh god, " This was better than anything, I screamed into the bed, I felt him grip the back of my neck and raise me up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, he grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his waist, slamming lovingly into my hole.

"You like that," Nik whispered into my ears as he begins to go faster, so fast I couldn't even keep up with his loud moans." How I fuck your brains out, " He grunts slamming faster into me, I cried out.

"You're so fucking god, Oh my god, baby, yes. Oh god, " I cried out, I bit my lips looking him in the eyes, I was shaking and he loved watching me, god, I should not have waited two years to finally have sex. I cried placing my lips to his, he grunts into the kiss, I pull away.

"You like that, huh, you dirty dirty man, " He gripped my neck when we both fell onto the bed, I moaned out, my hand jerking off my dick which was leaking with cum, I was getting so close." You like that rough, " He trusted deeper swiftly, he pulls out and slams roughly I to me.

"Oh-Fuck, " I moaned out turning my head, I looked into his eyes as he fucked me senselessly." Oh yes, yes baby, right there, " I moaned into his lips He pulls my lips back when I tried pulling away, I moaned out. " Fill me up, " I moaned out loudly, the bed slamming more violently into the wall makes one of the paintings fall down and shatters, I let out a loud masculine cry as I feel.myself slowly reach my peak. I could care less if we used protection. "Fuck...fuckkk. Yes. Baby, right there, fill me up with your fucking cum, " I moaned into his lips, he grunted, I looked into his eyes, my brows furrowed together.

"Oh fuck, I will fill you up, " "You like that, " He began jerking off my dick and I moaned letting out a cry. "Fuck you're so hard, " He jerks off my dick faster, I cried into his lips, my hand gripped his neck." I'm so close, " Nik moaned.

"Oh baby, right there, " I held his hand which held mine, I moaned loudly, he begins to slow down, slowly thrusting in and out, I moaned lowly, I felt him release inside me and I couldn't help but want him to fill me up some more. I moaned when he released more got liquid into my ass, I cummed all over our hands and on the bed, the both of us collapse letting out deep breaths, both laid on our mess, I began to feel his cum trail down my legs, I moaned when he pulled out, I laid bedside him pulling myself closer to him.

I breathed out looking at Nik, our body in a weird position, I laid half on top of him, our members touching." I love you, " I whispered caressing his face, I placed my hands on his chest pulling myself on top of him, he held my waist caressing it. . took hold of his member caressing it, I softly forced it into my hole, he moaned looking into my eyes, I slowly rolled my hips rocking back and forth, my hands gripped his neck gently, I leaned down placing my lips on him, he grabbed my ass spreading them, he begins to thrust into me as I ride him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my lips on his as our lips and tongue danced in a passionate fire, I rode him faster, my ass slamming against his thighs, our moans echoed into our lips, his dick entering and coming out, I rolled my his feeling myself reach my peak, I moaned into his lips letting out a chuckle as we come came, I came on his chest and he filled me up once again, I pulled away laying beside him, I breathed out heavily and looked at him, my body shook from. the activity we had just done.

"We should have done this sooner, " Nik spoke up and I laughed, looking into his eyes I caressed his cheeks, our legs entwined together, he cleared his throat." That was wonderful, " Nik said.

"It was, " I pressed my lips to his once again." I'm sorry it took two years to even make a move, " I told him letting out a short laugh, he grinned and I couldn't help the butterflies that ran down my spines.

"It was worth the wait, " he told me." I love when you moan for me, " he smugly told me, I blushed looking away from his gaze he raised my head to look at him. "And when you say my name, " he pressed his lips to mine.

"You love that, " I whispered into his ear seductively biting his earlobe, he moaned into my ears.

"And when you call me baby, " He bit my button lips."Now that we've done this, I can't keep my hands off you, "

Oh, how right he was.

**

KLAUS P.O.V

A few hours later

Opening my eyes, I squinted it back close to the beaming of the bright afternoon sun, a smile grazed over mu lips as I remembered what happened a few hours ago, looking at the time, it was twelve p.m in the afternoon, I turned my head to Romeo who laid under the covers, naked, we had finally gotten to that phase of our relationship after two years, god, the sex what we did, it was... i couldn't describe it, having a sex with my mate, being intimate and doing all kinds of things god no words could describe how marvellous and magnificent it was. The way he moans my name and begs for more, the way I moaned his name and never wanted the moment to end. I took a few deep breaths before shifting in my position, I probed my elbow on the pillow watching how his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath he took, I traced my hands across the sexual mark I made on him, he was my mate and I wanted to mark him and find as one but I couldn't yet. I needed to break my curse in order for that to happen and I shall.

I caressed his cheeks, he stirred opening his eyes, I smiled into the whisky golden brown eyes." Hey, " he whispered softly, I smiled leaning my head on my elbow.

"Hii, " I grinned like a human hopelessly in love which I was, he was making me feel things I have never felt before." I loved what we did, " I told him caressing his cheeks.

"I did too, " He told me grinning helplessly, it was the same kind I had on my face."I feel like I was hit by a truck, " He grunted sitting up, I smirked at his words pulling him closer to me.

"I guess I did my job then, " I told him with a smirk and he laughed. His laugh, oh his laugh, it will be the death of me one day. then I would come back to life since I was an immortal hybrid. cursed hybrid.

"Don't be smug, " He raised his hand caressing his face, I stopped at the sight of a forming purple blotch on his wrist, I took his wrist in my hand.

"What is this?!" I questioned firmly, was he seriously hurting himself again? Bloody hell, how did I not notice this." Romeo, do not-"

"I wasn't hurting myself, " he pulled away from my hold getting out of bed, picking up the white robe, he wears it and takes a deep breath.

"I know when you lie, " I told him firmly also getting out of bed, I pulled him gently back onto the bed, he fell on top of me, I caressed his wrist." You need to stop hurting yourself, " I caressed his bruised wrist.

"I know, I'm sorry, " He whispered, I pulled him into a hug."I won't anymore, I promise, "

"I love you, know that, " I told him, he nodding pecking my lips.

"How about round four?!" He said I grinned pulling him closer to me. This was going to be fun.

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Rio & Buster

Rio: [Airport selfie] Rio: That's the 2nd time I've dealt with your 'rents now, you so owe me Buster: How do you look that good right now Buster: I reckon you owe me for that glow, babe Buster: But yeah...name your terms Rio: 😊 Rio: Still worth it, even if we didn't get to finish properly 😒 Rio: I'll think on it, nothing that inspiring in duty free, like Buster: I should've pulled a sickie and come with you Buster: They can't be in both houses at once, like Rio: That'd be some intense hellicopter parenting that I don't think they're about Rio: Nance does not make the most of the freedom she has, like Buster: I'd rather they buy me a helicopter Buster: She might now that she has a girlfriend, I don't know and don't wanna Buster: If she could hang we'd be able to co-ordinate the parties 😒 Rio: Keep dreaming big, babe 😂 Rio: Ew, fair point Rio: sure she still spends most of her time at nan and grandads Rio: effort to feed yourself and be all alone in that big gaff Buster: It ain't Buster: She's got skills and a phone if she's too lazy to use 'em Buster: Such a waste Rio: Yeah but you know Rio: company's company Rio: but now she's got her gf maybe she'll change her mind, like you said Rio: gotta remember her name Buster: Grandad's a top bloke but come on 😂 Buster: Whatever Buster: Enough about my sister Rio: Rude Rio: What do you wanna talk about then? Buster: You Rio: My favourite subject, 'course 😏 Buster: When can you come back? Rio: Gotta get the rota then I'll let you know Rio: Can you make sure your parents are like, really fucking busy tho Rio: can't deal with an interruption again Buster: They were meant to be this weekend, but yeah, honestly if another meeting gets cancelled I'll make sure they don't get the memo Buster: I need you all to myself Buster: All weekend Rio: Forreal 😂 Rio: Sabotage that schedule Rio: don't they know we need every second we can grab, like Rio: not got time for a cuppa and a catch up, please Buster: I'll change the locks if I have to Buster: I miss you Rio: I miss you Rio: What a cockblock of a weekend, like old times Buster: Yeah Buster: I don't miss that Rio: Only so long before exciting turns into frustrating, facts Buster: I'm not a doctor, like but I reckon there's only so long before you risk getting carpal tunnel Rio: 😂 Rio: Still time if you fancy it Rio: so knowledgable Buster: At least I can say it's all those essays I've done Buster: Not a decent excuse when you're blind with hairy palms Rio: You're so silly Buster: Tell it to the lads so they'll find somewhere else to hang Buster: I'm about to start wearing a purity ring so they stop throwing girls at me Rio: Reformed character, like Buster: I mean, I'm still 😈 just it's all for you Rio: Shame you can't hit 'em with that Rio: bigger laugh than the 💍 Buster: Don't Rio: Obviously not Rio: They aren't that bright, won't they buy a fucking Canadian girlfriend or whatever? Buster: Can't we just be real everyone Buster: with* Buster: Would it really be so fucking bad if they all knew? Rio: You're ready to find out? Buster: It's not like we're committing a crime Rio: Yeah but Rio: people are still going to think it's weird Rio: at best Buster: I don't care what anyone thinks Rio: Alright Rio: then tell all your friends rn Rio: you gotta live with it, like Buster: So what, you're daring me now? Buster: This isn't a game, Rio Buster: Even if you're playing one Rio: I ain't, I'm trying to show you what a bad idea it is Buster: Are you in this or not? Buster: 'Cause it sounds like you're playing for time like you don't reckon we can keep this up Rio: Of course I am, wouldn't have done it if I weren't Rio: but we can't just out it, like Rio: if you think it's hassle now, that'll be more, surely Buster: Why would it? We wouldn't have to sneak around anymore if everyone knows Rio: We would if the fam nopes on it that hard Rio: they might Buster: They could try Buster: Nobody can tell us what to do Rio: Babe, we'd still only be able to see each other at weekends, my odd weekdays off Rio: that's the main problem, still Buster: I know, alright Buster: I know Rio: that don't mean we can't make it work Buster: Until some other lad comes along who you can see when you want Buster: And isn't your fucking cousin, like Rio: You really reckon? Buster: Like you said, this is hassle, yeah? Rio: Fuck off Rio: Don't twist my words Buster: I'm asking, genuinely Buster: Do you still wanna do this or not? Rio: 'Course I fucking do Rio: I love you Rio: what you saying, you're over it? Buster: No Buster: I couldn't ever be over you Rio: Then don't be chatting that shit Buster: I'm just saying Buster: School's only just started basically Rio: I'd rather this than stop Rio: no, I can't stop Rio: right? that ain't changed Buster: Not for me Buster: I want you more if anything Buster: That's the fucking problem Rio: I know Rio: we just gotta do what we gotta do still Rio: there ain't an alternative that's just how it is Buster: Before you ever touched me I could handle just looking at you, I reckoned, for as long as, and then when you did I was like I've got this out of my system now, yeah? And any time I got to be with you after was a bonus Buster: But now Rio: Yeah Rio: Pretty much the plan Rio: but that ain't how it is, it ain't going away Rio: wanting you, needing you Buster: Yeah Buster: I love you so much Rio: Oh, Buster Rio: I love you too Buster: Hold onto it, okay? Rio: Promise Buster: Good Rio: it's shit now but it's gonna be so good you can't even imagine, okay? Buster: I know Buster: I've got plans, babe Buster: Just give me time Rio: I am Buster: You've got yours too Buster: So if we both stay busy Rio: Only way is up Rio: Serious, I wouldn't be steaking anything on you if I didn't think you were worth it, we was Rio: that ain't me, I don't do that Buster: Likewise Buster: I've broken enough of my rules for you to get that you're different Rio: Duh Rio: taking the bit slightly too far at this point otherwise Buster: So get on the plane and do what you gotta do, babe Buster: Including sending me that rota when you have it Rio: 👍 Rio: That's more like the daddy I know and love 😘 Buster: 👑 Rio: You know it Buster: We both do Rio: You're the best Rio: I ain't letting someone else have you Buster: Well good 'cause no other cunt is gonna take you from me either Rio: Nope Rio: All yours Buster: Say it again Rio: I'm yours Buster: Baby Rio: Mm? Buster: I just wanted to call you baby Rio: �� Carry on Rio: that's my favourite Buster: You're my favourite Buster: I'm so glad you're mine Rio: I still can't believe it, I swear Rio: ridiculous Buster: I know Buster: It's a headfuck Rio: Good one though Buster: 'Course Rio: Right answer boy 😉 Buster: Not just a pretty face, like Buster: I get A's 'cause I've got the answers Rio: Sure 🤓 Buster: I know exactly what you wanna hear, baby Rio: 😩 Rio: Then tell me Buster: Let me show you something first Buster: [Sends pics] Rio: Fuck Rio: You know I wanna turn around already and then you hit me with that Buster: I just want you to see what's waiting for you Buster: Come back now Rio: How does it feel to be so hot that you got me wanting to move my whole life out to be near you, like Rio: I can't handle it, ugh Buster: You can ask yourself that question any time, babe Buster: But first retrace your steps Buster: I'll buy you a new flight Rio: You really let me get to Heathrow before asking? Rio: Boy Buster: I was trying to behave Buster: Let you do your thing Rio: Still 😈 for me, remember? Buster: Yeah Rio: How bad do you want me back? Buster: It ain't want Buster: I need you back so bad Rio: Fuck it Rio: Give you a chance to finish what you started forreal Rio: not just leave me here turned on Buster: I'll come pick you up Rio: Okay Rio: Hurry, like Buster: Don't worry I'm getting a cab so you can have my full attention Rio: 😻 Rio: Good Rio: don't need to cause an accident, like Buster: If the driver can't keep his eyes on the road it ain't my fault Rio: You don't know Rio: might like you, babe Buster: If he could be looking at you and he's gone for me he shouldn't be driving Buster: Needs his eyes checked obviously Rio: You're such a charmer Rio: but actually, no sarcasm Buster: You're so beautiful Buster: Actually Rio: Stop Rio: Gonna get emotional Buster: You should hear it more Rio: It's not the word that comes to mind for most Buster: Forget them then Buster: Their loss, babe Buster: 'Cause you are Rio: I don't care Buster: I care so much Buster: About you Rio: I'm not going to question it 'cos I'm so glad you do Rio: and me too Buster: The cab's moving for once so I shouldn't be long Rio: 🙌 Buster: Entertain yourself as best you can, like Rio: Dirty boy Buster: 😏 Rio: You got me like that but departures lounge don't need to know it Buster: True you don't need a ban Buster: At least not from the closest one Rio: you reckon they'd put me on the no fly list? bit harsh Rio: not even a protest never mind act of terrorism Buster: 😂 Rio: best come bail me out Rio: your fault, only fair Buster: And no fun if they don't get the cuffs out, yeah? Rio: 'course 😻 Rio: but airport police have guns and that's a step too far in kinkiness for me, ngl Buster: Noted Buster: This ain't an episode of the Sopranos Rio: That's a whole mood aesthetically but I don't need to end up whacked, tah Buster: No argument from me Rio: 😂 Encouraging! Buster: What are you gonna do for real then? Rio: Hmm Rio: Any suggestions? Buster: Eat something Buster: You're gonna need all your energy Rio: Good idea Rio: plus you've done your gentlemanly thing for the day, no need to buy me dinner too Buster: Probably check out the duty free for real, can't be a total disappointment Buster: Babe you know I'll feed you whenever and whatever you want. Not a kink just love Rio: Yeah, always good for living lavish at half the price Rio: though imma need a wardrobe like yours if I'm hitting up the designers every week like 😏 Rio: I know, you daddy Buster: I'll set you one up in the one Nance ain't using Rio: Coming home to all my trashion Rio: gonna be so appalled 😂 Buster: Be hilarious to explain to her Buster: Rio's moving into your room, like Rio: No particular reason, you can keep your bed tho gurl Rio: wait, what Buster: Yeah like, she's also moving into mine Buster: Don't ask Rio: 😋 Rio: If she's anything like you, she wouldn't lmao Buster: We ain't alike, unlucky babe Rio: Umm Rio: 👌 Buster: Fuck off Rio: Babe 😂 Buster: Behave Rio: Not before I have to Buster: 😈 Buster: I'm not that far away so enjoy your jokes while you can Rio: I will Rio: almost as much as I'll enjoy my punishment, like Buster: Put it this way, it won't be the jokes you remember later Buster: The punishment you'll still feel Buster: 😏 Rio: 😩 Rio: Please Buster: Maybe when I can hear you properly I'll listen Rio: Ugh Rio: unfair Rio: at least tell me the traffic gods are still being kind Buster: They are Buster: I'll be with you soon Rio: Good Rio: Looks like I'm outta time to work on my best apology Rio: What a shame 😏 Buster: I can feel how sorry you are from here Buster: But feel free to still tell me if you think it's worth hearing Rio: And I'M all about manners, sure 😉 Buster: I've been spending to much time with you, obviously Buster: Take the blame, Cavante Rio: You wanna cancel next week, like? Rio: Forget the rota, nbd Buster: You might need the break once I've finally fucked you senseless without any interruptions Buster: But no Buster: I'll be ready for you then too Rio: I'll let you know afterwards Rio: Don't think you're getting rid of me that easy though, especially not if you do it like you say Buster: Don't you know by now that 1. I don't wanna be rid of you and 2. if anything it'll be even better than I say Buster: Modest to a fault as I am, like Rio: 'Course baby Rio: first thing that comes to mind, like Buster: Better not be the very first thing Rio: Okay Rio: first thing I can say out loud to anyone Buster: That's more like it Rio: Nearly got in the wrong cab Rio: Eager 😂 Buster: I'd have to go full movie moment and race after you until the chase down Rio: Got car chases and fight scenes on the brain Rio: Everyone knows the best bit of any Bond is the girl and the sex scene Buster: Believe me, that's not what I'm thinking about right now Buster: Happily in the majority agreeing about the sex scene Rio: I know Rio: wouldn't take the backseat of a cab over the driver's of your own if it was Buster: Get in Buster: The right car this time, like Rio: 😒 Hush Rio: Do my best Buster: I'll get out and pull you in Buster: Swear to god Rio: 😏 When he's willing to risk abduction charges for you Buster: Shhh Buster: You know I'd risk it all, babe Rio: Getting in before you can get any better, like Buster: Got the best already Rio: 😳

[caesthetix]

A LITTLE FEAR — Ep. Prime Real Estate

↪Jean Kirstein mini-series

↪content; canon universe, description of violence, season 4 spoiler, forbidden love, marleyan!reader, scouts!jean, chapter 139 spoiler

You stopped whatever you were doing in an instant, both hands freezing midair as a flock of birds suddenly landed beside you. That was strange, you never saw this type of bird flying around your house before. Those birds had silky white feathers and beady black eyes, some had their gaze fixated on you.

But then again, perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised that you never saw them before.

It was not like you have been living here for years, no. For the last three years, you were here as a new citizen in a world where the fear of titans finally gone. Everything was at peace for years as this newborn country strengthened its military — under the command of the Queen.

Yes, the Queen, Historia Reiss. Never once you ever thought you would be living here of all places in the world, tending flower beds and watering plants. A Marleyan like you, the mortal enemy of those Eldians somehow slipped inside the society and even lived inside the innermost part of the country.

You lived in prime real estate located in the countryside; a medium-sized house with huge land, different compared to those gigantic and majestic buildings in the downtown area. The atmosphere was unique and you preferred this kind of house instead of the luxurious, blinding one. For you, this is home, and you couldn't wait to share it with your lover.

"(Y/n)! Don't stay too long in the garden!"

A familiar shout rang through the open area, making you turn your head to face them. She stood there with her comfortable white dress, maroon-coloured apron draped in front of her figure to make sure that any specks of dirt didn't smear her dress while her brown hair sticking out from her tight ponytail.

"I will be there in a few minutes, Ma!"

You shouted back at the top of your lungs, knowing full well that her hearing was not as sharp as yours. She just shook her head in amusement at your answer since she could predict already that your few minutes could turn to an hour or even more. Just a habit of yours, though she wouldn't force you to stop since it took your mind off things.

Just as she did by cooking some omelette and comfort foods as she too — waiting for someone to come back.

She had a separate house near the Queen's residence, assigned there by her majesty herself. But ever since you knocked on her front door and introduced yourself to her, she decided that it would be better if she lived with you for a while, at least until her son came back. Until your love came back to your arms once again.

There were letters after letters being shared despite how out of reach he was from you. You lived every day in hope that his mission to make peace with the outside world resulted in success. Lots of prayers have been sung to whatever deity existed in this world, never once stopped for every day you woke up.

And today was just like any other day as you waited for him by occupying yourself with daily chores and a new hobby. You used to wake up to strategize the next move and train in the military, being a normal citizen was still a little bit bizarre for you.

Though you already told the Queen that if in case she needed assistance regarding the air force, you would be ready to be called.

Yet three years had passed ever since your arrival, and never once she called you to the military. You had a gut feeling that your lover might have something to do with it, so you could only hope he didn't try to pull any strings behind your back and become the reason why you were never once interrupted.

Well, it was not like you didn't want this. When you finally wake up without fear, without being afraid that you had to see another bloodshed, without being afraid to love whoever you wanted to love. This was the world that you have been dreaming of, so maybe, it's fine to just enjoy it as long as you can.

Your fingers used to be covered with blood, now only covered with dirt and soil. Sometimes you couldn't believe it yourself as you were afraid to go to sleep, not wanting to wake up and realise all of this was just a dream.

But it was not a dream.

It was all real — ever since that day.

Your whole body felt so numb as you stared into the distance, back leaning to the old building behind you, not understanding what actually unfurled in front of your eyes right now.

Everything was still replayed so vividly in your mind. His ash-brown strands dishevelled from the war he had been partaking of, chocolate orbs that filled with love and regret as he took another look at you, his voice — oh his deep, comforting voice that sung like a lullaby every time he spoke.

And then bright yellow light blinded your vision.

The impact of the explosion threw you off, back arching as your body hit a concrete wall. Your vision blurred, your head pounding from the impact. But you could still see the gigantic feet right in front of you — gigantic feet that belong to a titan, replacing where your lover once stood.

You saw it, the long, familiar strands of hair that you loved to caress, those eyes that now turned into the darkest shade of brown stared at you with an emotion that you couldn't fathom. Then he jerked his head to the other side, jumping off the cliff with the other titans like a puppet whose strings were pulled.

There goes your love, that is what you already believe. Everyone knew about how once someone turned into a mindless titan, there was no way for them to change back as a human except if they ate the nine titan inheritor. And you didn't put any hope over that, just slumping your body and surrendering yourself to the situation.

You didn't know since when you drifted off somewhere as black filled your vision. But in your mind, you see him standing in front of you as he reaches out his hand for you to take. In your dream, you saw him playing around the backyard with a little kid that looked so familiar with him. In perhaps a distant future, you welcomed him home after a day full of hard work.

Then you opened up your eyes, disappointed as it was the same as what you saw before. The blistering heat attacked whoever was unfortunate enough to be outside right now, dealing with the monstrous creature as the fate of the world was in their hands.

But it was silent now, the roar of those mindless titans, booming footsteps that rumbling the ground, two enormous titans who fought each other before — it all stopped and gone as the only thing that welcomed you was a quiet, somewhat peaceful atmosphere.

With your legs still wobbling from the impact before, you looked around as you wondered what happened now. Finding no one in sight, not even from the Marleyan Military made you raise your eyebrows in confusion. Was it all done? The war between Eren Yeager and the alliance of Paradis and Marley? What happened now and where are they?

There were so many questions popping in your head as you forced yourself to check out the land near Fort Salta, finding some of your troops pointing all of their guns to the Eldians that somehow — turned back into a human.

That was the only thing you needed before you ran to where they were, ignoring the pain that surged your body for every movement that you made. You were fine, this couldn't stop you from knowing the truth, this would never stop you from reaching out to the Eldian, to someone that introduced you to what it felt like to love someone.

Surely the Marleyan was just bluffing, you knew that all of the guns were already shot towards the sky before. But there was a possibility that they had another, and you couldn't bear to see another bloodshed, not when you felt like there was no need to continue this war if the main enemy was already gone.

"If we did still have the power of the titans, wouldn't we be using it to resist you?" Ah, was it true? That titan power was already gone for good from this world? "But the fact that we continue to be powerless even as you point your guns at us is the greatest possible proof of our humanity."

He made sense, even as you stopped a few steps behind the Marleyan Military, you could hear the sincerity from his words. Yet somehow, your race still couldn't accept the fact, not daring to lower their gun just yet. You couldn't really blame them for doing so, knowing how much terror that they have seen just for the last couple of hours.

So you stood forward, dragging your feet as you ignored the surprised gasp from your troops.

"Everyone, drop your guns to the ground." You still couldn't hear any movement as you said so, and you clicked your tongue over that. "Now!"

Then one by one, you heard how the metal weapon fell to the ground like a symbol of peace. There were around twenty troops behind you, the survivors of the explosion before, the only people who lived from Marleyan Military after such a horrendous event. And they obeyed your command, believing in you that you would make the right choice.

You turned to look at your troops, giving them a reassuring gaze one by one that from now on, everything would be alright. Some of them were crying, some of them fell to the ground as they screamed out, out of frustration or relief for being alive, you couldn't differentiate it anymore, maybe a bit of both.

Your job was done, for now, so you had to know what happened. You needed to know who was the man who stood in front of you now as his ocean blue eyes gazing at you with respect and gratitude. He gave you a firm nod, and you followed after as you straightened your posture.

"Then, who are you?"

"I am Armin Arlert, an Eldian from the island of Paradis. The man who killed Eren Yeager, the attack titan."

The way he said it was absolute. Certainty was there and somehow you wanted to just let your sore body fall to the ground as relief started to fill your heart. But not yet, you had to be the commander of the air force unit, probably the only higher-ups left in the military here.

"Greetings then, Armin Arlert." You started, giving him a Marleyan salute as he answered it by balling his right hand into a fist, resting it right in front of his heart after that. "I am the commander of the air force unit of Marleyan Military, my troops and I would do anything we could do to assist everyone here."

For the next few hours, everyone who was healthy enough was assigned to take care of those who had injuries or any other casualties. You as the commander, trying to call and inform the military base in the capital. Solace flooded over you once again when you received the news that more than a half part of Marley was still intact.

You immediately called for backup, informing them to tell the whole world what happened in Fort Salta. This needed to be distributed now, that they didn't have to worry anymore, that the world was finally free from titans. You told them all the little details about those who fought in the battle, you told them that it was thanks to the Eldians themselves that the rumbling stopped.

"It's..." You trailed off as the chief on the other line asked you the name of the war that shook the world just now. "It's the battle of heaven and earth."

Today marked the three years of the world's victory against titans. Eldians finally freed from the curse and lived a normal life like humanity in the rest of the world. Though, of course, doubt and fear still lingered in the heart of the people. That was why those soldiers who directly fought with the attack titan became the ambassador of peace, travelling around the world to tell their stories.

They were the ones who lived, the heroes who chose to fight humanity who always treated their race like an insect. They were those who chose humanity over their own life, the ones who cast their feelings aside and killed their best friend because that was the right thing to do.

And your lover was one of them, he was an Eldian, a soldier who was ready to sacrifice his life in war.

Jean Kirstein, the man that you met in a bar back then in Marley, the only person who could make you feel so bare as he painted you with affection.

The person who you would wait a thousand years if you had to, so long so you could be together.

You subconsciously touched your left fingers, tracing your coarse skin as you absentmindedly remembered the reunion that you had with him. Not the one where he shouted at you to stay back, not the one where it filled with painful tears as you saw him transformed into a titan in front of your eyes.

But it was the one that made you feel so full. After calling the capital and making sure the Eldian would be treated fairly, you finally could take a breather and sit just outside the tower in Fort Salta. The sun slowly turned into an orange hue that time, your body was all aching as the adrenaline from before started to wear off.

You didn't turn your face away from the horizon as you felt someone sat beside you on the ground, not saying anything for the next couple of minutes as you and the mysterious figure just basked yourself on the peaceful atmosphere, something that was never there with how war and violence always filled the ground.

The orange hue slowly reddened as the sun hid behind the mountain, letting the moon take over with thousands of stars adorned the night sky.

There were no words being spoken as two bodies decided to scoot closer to each other as if there were strings that bound them together. You dropped your head on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh as the realisation finally sank in.

"I am back, (Y/n)." His voice was still filled with disbelief. "Just like what I promised you." But it sounds the same as how it used to, lingering with something that you knew as love.

You lifted your head a little, wanting to take a look at him and scrutinizing his face. He was here, Jean Kirstein in a flesh. He was not a titan anymore, he was just an Eldian from the island of Paradis, a normal human, just like you.

There was a dingling sound as he fetched something from his pocket, your eyes never left his as you felt a warm metal slipped on your palm. He closed your hand after that, wanting you to know that he was real, that he finally could give back the silver key that he brought with him ever since in Marley.

You felt like you wanted to burst at the moment. You wanted to cry, screaming at him for fighting the attack titan despite being a mere soldier who didn't even inherit the nine titans, you wanted to ask how he felt right now and what actually happened, there was so much that you wanted to say, so many words that you wanted to tell him.

But there would be a time for that, you were certain that you would have a lot of time after all of these were done.

So you just curled your lips into a smile, orbs glistening with tears as it shone with adoration, palm gripping the key a little tighter with his hand on top of yours.

"Welcome back, Jean."

You patted the excess of the dirt in your hand on your black apron, finally done repotting some of the plants. When your eyes fleeted to the side, you tilted your head in confusion as the bird from before was still there, so loyal as it accompanied you for the last hour.

This one was different compared to the others. The birds that you saw before only had one solid colour, but this one that stayed with you had brown feathers on some of their features.

The bird just looked at you with wonder, tilting their head to the side as they jumped from the flower bed and landed beside you. Your lips immediately shaped into a smile, wondering why the bird decided to stay with you when the others left already.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

You cooed at the bird, careful not to move your body too abruptly, afraid that they would fly again. Of course, you didn't expect them to chirp, but maybe you could talk to them a little. And you could write it down in the letter that you sent for Jean later on.

"I don't know why you are here, but don't you think you should go back though?"

Those beady black orbs fell upon your face as if they understood your words. "You must have a family, right? Perhaps maybe a lover?" So you decided to keep on talking, throwing some random questions, conversing with them like an old friend. "Bet your lover is so beautiful like you, and they must be waiting for you, you know?"

"Like you wait for me?"

Silence. On the first second, the bird was in front of you. But now, they flapped their wings and flew, leaving you there with both pupils widened as a familiar voice rang through your ear. You didn't understand why they suddenly left, but maybe, maybe it was because of the fact that you were not alone anymore.

That maybe because they knew your lover came back.

And so they would do the same and flew to where their lover was.

"Jean?"

No, he was not supposed to be here. From the letters that you got last week, he was supposed to be in Marley right now with the others. He told you that through the words that he scribbled down on the old paper, and you remembered how he would come back next month.

But of course, your eyes wouldn't deceive you, of course, your ear could never catch the exact voice that belonged to him if he was not really here.

He stood around five feet apart from you with a cheeky smile that made you want to just slap it away from his beautiful face. His ash-brown locks slightly got longer, looking neat despite the wind that swayed some strands of his hair, and you wondered how many times he combed his hair to make it look like that.

Though you didn't care about it, you didn't care about how he was here right now when you were certain he should have been somewhere else. You didn't care that you stumbled on some of the gardening tools as you ran towards him. You didn't care if your apron could leave some dirt on his expensive suit.

What you cared right now as your feet brought you closer to him — was to feel his embrace once more.

You jumped right into his arms, chin resting on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. Right now, you just wanted to shout and announce to the world that you wanted him for yourself, at least for just a few minutes, at least for a moment.

Everyone could call you selfish at this point you didn't care anymore. For all your life you never wanted anything but a world without fear. And now as you achieved it, the only matter that could complete it was to spend it all with the one that somehow had half of your heart anywhere he goes.

You have waited for him for far too long. You always waited for him afraid that he wouldn't come back to your apartment, you always waited for him with distress lingering at the back of your mind that he was not alive anymore when he was there on the other side of the sea.

But now as you felt the warmth within his touch, now as you felt his smile as his lips planted on the side of your face, you finally knew how it feels to live in a world without fear since from now on, you were free to love him.

He was too — free to love you as his real self, an Eldian, a war hero, Jean Kirstein from the island of Paradis.

"I am home."

And as the two bodies basked in the warmth of a loved one, hand intertwined that clashed a silver metal band next to each other, they both knew that from now on — they were going to wake up every single morning and live their dream.

In a world where there was no fear, spending it in prime real estate with a significant other.

Earning the right to live a happy life for hopefully, a long time.

"Welcome home, Jean."

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