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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 2)

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun. (Sorry this time i have no illustrations, im Lazy, use your imagination XD)

Nobody have expected it, Farley and Toralei run quickly to hug eachother, they

were really happy to see eachother again.

The Students from Monster High were surprised because their most problematic and devilish Classmate was acting completely lovely with surprisely a Dog, something unusual in her especially for her pals Purrsephone and Meowlody who didn't understand their friend's behavior.

Cleo The Nile

Daughter of the Momy

Age: 5843 (or more)

Gender: Female

Species: Momy

Cleo: I cant Believe what my Beautiful eyes are watching...

Pinky: Me too Sis... Me too..

Farid: here we go again...

Claw: Mew?

P&M: Meww~

The Twin Cats went close to Them catching their attention.

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Daughters of Werecats.

Age: 16

Gender: Females

Species: Werecats

Purrsephone: You most be her Frrriend's brotherrrs~?

Farren: didn't you know that she was a friend of a Dog?

Meowlody: she told us something similarrr before, but we thought it was a joke knowing her.

Farid: well for more surprising it seems, it's true.

Purrsephone: do you know since when they meet eachother?

Farren: since we used to be pups living in the streets, one day we found her escaping from a store-man, prepare yourself because this part will make this part long.

Flashback.

The street of Monsteropolis was chill, a group of 3 Poodle puppies where looking for something to eat.

Farren: Agh I'm Hungry, and you?

Farid: *sob* i think i have a hole inside my stomach...

Farley: Calm down brothers, maybe we can go to Madame Ghoulasha's shop to ask for food. you know the trick, We Knock the door, we will use the puppy eyes effect against her and she will give us food.

Farren: i still don't understand why that trick works that well.

Farid: isn't obvious? We are pretty adorable but More me~.

Farren: *chuckles* aren't supposed to have a "hole inside your stomach?".

Farid: Hey! I'm Hungry but I'm still fabulous.

Farley: Guys look!

Suddenly the puppers found a shop man ogre chasing a kitten with a bottle.

Mr Ogre: Come back here you stupid mutt!!

Toralei: as you wish!

Mr Ogre followed the kitten to a dark alley

Farley: we can't leave them like that

Farren: Are you Serious!? It's a Cat!!

Farid: Eww yeah, what if they has fleas?

Farley: We have fleas too..*shows them a flea walking through his paw furr* and she needs our help, remember Stray animals always can help other stray animals.

Farren: but what if they doesn't thanks us?

Farley: We can throw them to the sewers

:3.

Farren: okay let's go.

The 3 puppies followed the Ogre to the Alley.

Mr Ogre: *manages to catch her*

Gotcha!

Toralei: No!!

Mr Ogre: Hah did you thought that you would escape from me?.

Toralei: Hssss!!! Let me go you bastard!!

Mr Ogre:*takes a razor* or what?

Toralei:..*gulp*...

Mr Ogre: heh your journey ends here kitty- agh!?

The Ogre was about to end with the kitten life but he suddenly was stopped by the tackle of the triplet Poodles, making him faint and drop the kitten.

Toralei: Mew!!

Farley:*catches her* Gotcha! Are you okay?

Toralei: T-thanks, *sniffs him* wait.. are you a Dog!? *Jumps off*

Farid: "your welcome" hmp!

Farley: Yes we are dogs, but i didn't wanted to leave you alone and less with that man about to make Cat-Hash with you.

Toralei: Well.. i usually can escape by myself but.. still, thank you.

Farley: at your service miss.. uhh

Toralei: Toralei Stripe, and you arrre?

Farley: My name is Farley, and this are my brothers, The sour one is Farren.

Farren: Hey!

Farley: and the Narcissist pup who is looking his reflection with the Ogre's razor is Farid.

Farid: who is a pretty puppy? I am! ÙwÚ.

Farley: and i am Farley, together we are the Fluffy Gang.

Toralei: Wow you are all a team, nice to meet ya, I wish I could have my own mates, my older siblings were all adopted except me...

Farley: don't worry, you can come with us and be part of the Gang!

Toralei: Yay! :D

Farid/Farren: What!? D:<

Farley: you can come with us the Time you want until you found out your own mates.

Toralei: Oki Doki! :D

Farren: Farley what the fluff!?

Farid: Whyyyy?~...

Farley: Aww c'mon guys it would be fun.

Farren: i don't think she would like to come with us.."we have fleas"

Toralei: I have Fleas too :D.

Farren: Ok Fair enough.

Farley: Well lets go >:3!

Suddenly the Ogre started to wake up

Mr Ogre: You Little-..

The Cubs: No D:<! *pulls out his cords*

Mr Ogre: What the-!!!... AAAARGHH!!

The Ogre fell from the stairs of another Alley, by then break his neck in the last step, dying in that moment. The Fluffy gang and Toralei didnt believed that they really killed someone.

Farid: *Panic Attack* Oh no! Oh no! we killed him! What we will do!? im too younger and beautiful to go to Jail!! D,:>!!

Toralei: Me Too! D,:<

Farren: *Slaps Farid* Farid Calm Down! this is not the moment for your whines!

Toralei: What we will do Farley?...

Farley:...Uhhhh... look! there is a tip to the sewers, we can throw the body there :D!.

Toralei: Good Idea >:D!.

Farren: Are we Literally ignore that we killed a man?..

Farid: *Sighs* at least we will not go to Jail ;w;

Farren: Ok lets do this!..

Then The Fluffy gang and Toralei with effort, they managed to threw the body of the Ogre to the sewers so anyone will not notice their crime.

Farren: Well, the Job is finished... what now?

Farid: Oww im Still hungry ....

Toralei: Guys, that man had a shop with full of food, thats where i taked the Bottle with milk wich is not in the ground...

Farley: Ok lets go for some snacks! :D

The Fluffly Gang and Toralei: Yay :D

Flashback Ends.

Farren: And thats How we meet Toralei

Farid: Cute isn't?

Meowlody: a little...

Purrsephone: we literrrally thought it was a joke.

Meowlody: And i cant believe that you killed a man..

Farid: We were just babies, we didnt know what we are doing heheh~

Claw: hm?

Meowlody: and this little one?

Farren: Its Claw, His Dying mother gave him to us to save him from the hunters, so he lives with us as a younger sibling, The Principal Stratos usually overprotects him.

P&M: Thats so cute from you part mew~

Claw: *sniffs them* mew

P&M: *sniff him* ...

Claw: *purrrs*

P&M: Awww

Farley: I cant believe we are finally together

Toralei: Me too! ;w; *Purring* I missed you so much!

Farley: *Waving tail* I missed you too!

Frankie: Its so Cute to see this...

Meanwhile..

Manny Taur

A Fucking Minotaur Bully

Age: 17

Species: Minotaur

Gender: Male

Manny: Aww look at this, what are you supossed to be Rabbit?

Bradley: a Vampire/Jackalope Hybrid

Manny: Hah! Vampire!? but youre so tiny

Bradley: well at least the size your dick compensates the size of your brain and intelligence..

Manny: *blushes* How dare you!?

Bradley: well.. its part of your biology..

Manny: Thats it you are Death!

Frankie: Manny No!

Manny was about to Hit Bradley (wich didnt seem scared) but suddenly he was attacked by Skeebo before he would hurt his beloved bunny.

Skeebo: Dont you dare to hurt my boyfriend!

Manny: Your Boyfriend? *chuckles* dont play dumb, you are a fox and Foxes eats rabbits like him!

Skeebo: *Whispers* Shh shh please dont expose what i do with him everynight~

Bradley: im an Arctic Hare not a rabbit...wait*blushes* Skeebo!

Skeebo: Sorry Dear~

Manny: you guys are gross...

Frankie: Thats Enough Manny, do you want me to tell Minnie about your Behavior?

Manny: Oh no! Please dont tell my sister!...

Skeebo: Heh... he is afraid of his sister~

Manny: At least i have a sister

Skeebo: !!!......

Bradley: You son of a Bitch! how dare you!? just because you heard the most of us are orphans doesnt give you the rights of making fun of Us!

Frankie: Wait.. are you Orphans?..

Skeebo: Thats it!...

A Fight Started between Manny and Skeebo, but it was stopped by Miss Bloodgood and Stratos.

Bloodgood: You 2 Stop!

Stratos: You both will go to detention!..

Manny: Thats why Maze High is a bad copy of Monster High, the Students here are all Awfull!!

All: *Gasps*

Claw: *Cries*

Farley/Toralei: What did you said!?

Farren/Farid: You will pay for this!

Betrayus: calm down.. not here!

Skeebo: You said that because at least all of you have their own families...

Bloodgood: Manny Taur...you will be grounded by the rest of the event, the meeting is over..

Stratos: Mistress Bloodgood...I am so sorry for this..

Bloodgood: No no... its not your fault, *sighs* i will correct my student.. Good luck in the event..

Stratos: Good luck for you too...

Manny: *gulp*...

Stratos: Me too...

Frankie: Oh gosh.. i am so sorry..

Skeebo: Its Okay.. we are all used to be seeing like this..*Leaves* Bradley: Skeebs...*sighs*.... its true... While me as some less of my classmates.. mostly of them are all orphan.. for it they basically live here..

Frankie: Ou... i have no idea..

Bradley: Its okay.. as my boyfriend said.. we are used to be judged by other schools... and... Mostly of that students from other schools have their own families...*follows Skeebo*...

Frankie: *Sighs*

The meeting ended and the Monster High Students returned to their homes, while the students from Maze high returned to their dorms, an exception to Farley and Toralei wich where in the school garden trying to calm down Claw.

Farley: Awww Claw dont cry, he will not hurt you.

Toralei: when i see him, i will scratch his ugly bull face so nobody will recognize him not even with the passaport.

Claw: *sob* *sob*

Toralei: Dont Cry little Fella, that awfull bull will not hurt you anymore *pets Claw*

Claw: *Purrs*

Farley: Thank you Toralei, maybe im tired of the boring boomer of Stratos but he still needs a rest.

Toralei: You dont have to thank me, this fella needed it.

Farley: thats right...*Blushes* Its so nice to have you here..

Toralei: *Blushes* Ahh.. yeah i feel the same, heh

Farley: You want me to accompany to your home?

Toralei: Nah, i can go by myself, cats loves nocturnal walks.

Farley: W-w-well see you tomorrow..

Toralei: S-see you T-tomorrow...

Toralei left the gardens to return to her home, while Farley was watching her leave still blushed.

Farley: *sighs*

Claw:*giggles*

Farley: what?..

To be Continued..

[dothwrites]

161 please??

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google doth always taking prompts

161--Where did that cat come from?

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The rainstorm starts when Dean pulls into the space outside the bunker’s door. It’ll be a pain in the ass to reverse and pull into the garage, plus he and Sam have a trunk full of groceries, so Dean just curses and puts the Impala into park before he gets out of the car. Water droplets start to pelt against the top of his head and the back of his neck as he loads as many bags on his wrists and arms as humanly possible. 

From there, it’s a quick trip down the bunker stairs. Sam follows behind, with a more modest amount of bags swinging from his hands. Dean walks quickly, cognizant of his struggling circulation, not to mention the unpleasant wind of a single bead of water down his spine. Their steps echo down the bunker stairs, which would alert Cas to their presence, even if the “Cas, we’re home!” didn’t. 

“Shut up,” Dean automatically says when he hears Sam’s poorly repressed snigger. 

“Needy much?” Sam does a faulty reproduction of Dean’s voice, making sure to give him a falsetto. “Cas, we’re home!” He continues to snicker as they make their way to the kitchen. “You’re about one step away from Lucy.” 

“Ok, first of all, it was Ricky Ricardo who said those lines and secondly--shut up.” Ok, so not the best comeback. Blame the rain and his screaming wrists and arms. Dean flushes and turns away from Sam as he lifts the groceries onto the counter with a quiet grunt. 

“Nice job, He-Man. Maybe next time you could try multiple trips?” 

“Go out? More than once? For groceries? Sam, it’s like you don’t even know me.” Dean starts unpacking the bags, pausing when he reaches a certain jar. “Cas! We’re in the kitchen!” 

On the opposite side of the kitchen, Sam starts to hum something that sounds like needy baby needy baby. Dean debates throwing a can of green beans at the back of his shaggy moose head. He settles for lobbing a poisonous glare at Sam’s head and not letting up until his brother turns around. 

“Hey, he dipped out on grocery shopping. The least he could do is come and help put the stuff away.” Plus Dean bought a jar of the good stuff for Cas, organic, comb in honey. It cost him an arm and a leg, but it’ll be worth it once he sees the pleased, shy smile spread across Cas’ face, which he can’t see until his boyfriend makes his way to the kitchen. 

Sam must catch sight of the honey because he lets out a very unflattering snort. Dean defensively scoops the honey out of sight. “It’s good for the environment,” he defends, despite the fact that he’s never recycled a day in his life. 

“Sure.” Sam really shouldn’t sound so smug, Mr. I Drink Kale Smoothies and Poop Compost. “Look, all I’m saying is that if my boyfriend had me that whipped, then I would at least own it.” 

“Your boyfriend would run away from your ugly face,” Dean snidely digs. Far from dissolving into a snotty mess, Sam just makes a very rude gesture involving use of a singular finger, and turns around to continue stocking the freezer with pizza rolls. 

The first sign of trouble is a singular sneeze. Dean shakes it off--it was raining outside, pollen is in the air, and the bunker that they live in was made by a bunch of old, dead guys, so there’s bound to be some dust. 

The second, third, and fourth sneezes come as more of a puzzle. 

Sam, ever the solicitous brother, raises an eyebrow. “You dying or what?” he asks. 

“Or what,” Dean wheezes, though his eyes are watery and itchy. A rattle starts in his throat as another sneeze rocks through his body. This is not normal. In fact, he only gets like this when...

Cas walks into the kitchen, wearing jeans and one of Dean’s hoodies that’s just a bit too big for him in the arms (though it stretches delightfully across his chest and shoulders). As soon as he crosses the threshold of the kitchen, as if on command, Dean sneezes. 

Through watery eyes, Dean squints at the suspicious bulge in the front of the hoodie pocket. Castiel casually shifts to the side to hide it, but it’s too late. Dean just saw something move. Cas might be happy to see him, but he’s nowhere near that happy. 

“Whatcha got there Cas?” He tries to make it clear from his tone that his question is not a polite request. 

It’s not every day that Dean gets to see a former angel of the Lord acting shifty, but that’s exactly what he gets to see as Cas tries to sidle his way out of the kitchen. “Cas,” Dean barks. Cas shuffles his feet as he plasters a very unconvincing look of innocence on his face. “What’s in your pocket?”

His facade of hardass suffers from the sneeze that rockets through his body, but it’s enough. Cas walks into the kitchen. Sam, intrigued by the drama, draws closer, but Dean’s eyes are focused on Cas’ hand as it dips into the hoodie pocket. 

Castiel withdraws his hand, holding his burden out for inspection. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Sam’s mouth drop open in a paroxysm of delight (fucking softie). For his part, Dean greets the reveal with three consecutive sneezes, each one more violent than the last. 

“Cas,” Dean finally says, sniffling around his words, “where did that cat come from?” 

The cat in question can’t be much more than a kitten. It sits easily in Cas’ large hand. Luminous green eyes blink up slowly at him through a haze of black fur. As Dean watches, the kitten opens its mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth and a pink tongue. A soft mew fills the space. 

Dean answers it with a sniffle. 

“I was out in the garden earlier today,” Cas begins. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look guilty as he pulls the kitten in close to his chest. Dean winces (that’s a hell of a lot of dander and fur that’s winding up on an article of clothing that still technically belongs to him) before he outright flinches as the kitten digs its claws into the fabric. Say goodbye to that particular hoodie. 

“It was just starting to rain and I found her.” Cas looks at him, all huge blue eyes and plaintive voice. “She was cold and shivering. I don’t think that she’d eaten for several days.” 

Great. Just great. Dean can already see where this is going and exactly what parts they’re all going to fall into. Cas, the crusader for justice and kindness, Sam, the well-intentioned supporter, and Dean, the cruel hand of logic. 

“Well, feed her, and then after the rain finishes we can take her to the shelter.” 

Next to him, Sam gasps. Cas’ mouth turns down in a stubborn frown. 

“Dean, the shelter is a kill shelter.” Sam’s voice sounds as scandalized as though Dean had suggested that they carpet bomb the whole town. 

“It’s a kitten. It’s cute. It’ll get adopted in like three seconds. I mean, it’s already got the two of you wrapped around its little dagger claws.” 

There’s something embarrassing about the soppy eyes that both Sam and Cas shoot towards the kitten. No angel should look that sickly sweet. 

“Dean, cats are fairly low maintenance,” Cas begins, which is exactly where Dean thought this talk was headed. 

“I have allergies!” Dean protests, to be met with unsympathetic looks from both his brother and his boyfriend. Traitors. “Plus, who’s going to take care of it when we go on hunts? We going to pay the neighbors to come over into our super secret bunker filled with satanic stuff?” 

Cas’ mouth flattens. “There are several establishments in town which cater to the boarding of pets.” Great. He’s already done research. “Also, many stores offer over the counter products designed to alleviate the symptoms of allergies.” 

Between Sam’s puppy eyes and Cas’ jutting lower lip, Dean feels his defenses wavering. “You’d better keep it away from my room. And if it starts pissing on the floors or tearing up the furniture, it’s out of here. And you’re,” he points to both Sam and Cas, “going to pay for my allergy meds. And you’re going to feed it and pay for all its stuff.” He’s never felt more like a dad than in that moment, lecturing his brother and boyfriend on the proper care of the cat. “This is your pet; I’m not going to take care of it!” 

Cas nods earnestly before he walks across the kitchen and kisses the bolt of his jaw, right in the sweet spot that always turns Dean weak in the knees. Bastard knows exactly how to play him. Dean turns his head to kiss Cas properly, ignoring Sam’s gagging noises in the background. Cas hums into the kiss, his teeth ghosting over Dean’s lower lip in a hint of a tease. 

Dean’s just ready to make it a proper kiss, Sam be damned, when he’s stabbed. Yelping in pain, he jumps backward, glaring at the tiny, cockblocking, ball of fluff still held in Cas’ hands. The kitten retracts the minuscule knives attached to its paws as it blinks innocently up at him.

“Oh, I think you must have squashed her,” Cas says, rubbing a finger underneath the kitten’s chin.

For its part, the kitten yawns at Dean before falling asleep. 

“Yeah,” Dean mutters, massaging at his wound (seriously, he’s bleeding and Sam is just laughing at him like an asshole). “Yeah, this is going to turn out swell.

(It comes to no one’s surprise, least of all Dean’s, when he goes to bed and finds not only Castiel, but the kitten curled up on his mattress. I said she’s not allowed on the bed, Dean tries, but the protest is weak at best, especially when Cas has decided to play dirty and is lying bare-chested with the sheet artfully draped over his waist. 

Well, I could take her back to my room, Cas murmurs, scooping up the kitten, and Dean’s going hellishly soft in his old age because he just says Over my dead body, before crawling over the mattress to where Cas waits. The kitten finds her way to the floor. 

In the morning, Dean wakes up with his nose running and his eyes gummy, due to the fucking cat who has decided to sleep less than a foot away from his face. The heated kiss that Cas gives him when he wakes up only partially helps to stop his bitching.)

[lightsburnbrite]

The Devil is in the Details: Part 2

When Leon woke up, he groaned as he tried to turn the alarm off. The group went to a club the previous night and while he hadn’t intended to, Leon had over indulged with the drinks and ended up passing out as soon as he made it to his bed. Struggling to let his eyes adjust to the light, he looked at his phone to see if Karina had called. When he realized that she was not one of the three missed calls, Leon didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Sitting up, he pinched the bridge of his nose knowing that he’d need coffee and some paracetamol if he was going to make it through the morning.

Marius watched as Leon fixed a cup of coffee and then trudged back to his room where he pulled out his suitcase and started packing his things.

“She bitch at you enough that you’re leaving?” Marius laughed as he leaned against the door frame.

Shaking his head, Leon took a sip of coffee in between gathering his stuff. “No, I miss her and I just don’t want to be away anymore.”

“It’s three more days, you can’t-” Marius stood up straighter, slightly offended that Leon was choosing his sister over him.

“No, I can’t.” Leon interrupted. “I have to leave with the club soon. I want more than just a few days at home before I have to go again.”

Instead of arguing, Marius sighed but seemed to accept this answer. “Ok, then. Have a safe trip.”

***

“What are we seeing?” Karina walked up towards Daniel who was waiting with Sara outside of the cinema.

“Hey! You made it!” Daniel flashed a broad smile at Karina. “The latest Annabelle movie. I can’t remember the whole title.”

Karina pressed her lips together to avoid a frown. “Great. I’m not the best with horror movies.”

“It’s ok. I’ll protect you.” Daniel laughed but Karina didn’t miss Sara roll her eyes.

With a slight shake of her head, Karina forced a laugh. “That’s ok. I’ll be fine.”

The movie wasn’t bad aside from a few jump scares but Karina declined to go out for drinks afterward which seemed to suit Sara just fine. She thought about grabbing some food before she went home but decided against that as well. Once she pulled into her parking spot and looked at Leon’s car, she felt herself sigh. She missed him something terrible and while he had said the same, Karina still had a little nagging voice in the back of her head that said he preferred spending spending time with his friends over her.

Karina expected it to be dark when she went inside but instead she saw the shadow of a  flickering light. As she walked in to investigate, she found the dining room table set for dinner complete with candles.

“Hey Maus.”

Karina couldn’t help but to jump even though she had been longing to hear his voice. She immediately turned around and practically launched herself at Leon who squeezed her tightly in return.

“I missed you so much.” Leon rested his chin atop Karina’s head before he breathed in deeply, catching a trace of her shampoo mixing with her perfume. Karina rested her forehead against the crook of his neck and just sighed, unwilling to let go. Finally, Leon gave her a tighter squeeze to signal he was going to step away. “Come on, dinner is going to get cold.”

“What are we having?” Karina laughed as she had a hard time breaking off her embrace.

With a triumphant smile, Leon came out of the kitchen carrying a skillet. “Chicken Marsala with roasted potatoes and green beans.”

“You sentimental bastard.” Karina couldn’t help but to smile back as Leon served her the first meal they ate together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call last night.” Leon spoke between bites. “We went out and I got drunk and passed out instead so that was definitely a shitty thing to do.”

Karina swallowed a sip of wine as she shook her head. “You coming home early is so much better than sexting.”

“I’m glad you see it that way.” Leon smirked, a promise of more to come. “I thought we could take the fur ball out for a walk after dinner and get ice cream.”

Rubbing her foot along his calf, Karina smiled. “I like the way you think, husband.”

They sat on a park bench in the moonlight long after they had finished, just enjoying the feeling of being next to one another again until they could no longer stand the anticipation of what was to come.

As soon as Karina had hung Elsa’s leash up, she turned and grabbed Leon by the shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. When she broke off the kiss and started to sink to her knees, Leon shook his head and pulled her to her feet by her shoulders. “No, Miss. I owe you.”

Leon scooped Karina up and tossed her over his shoulder and he carried her back to their bedroom. He set her down on her feet next to the bed and promptly slid his hands up her thighs until he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her underwear, yanking them down. Encouraging Karina to step out of her underwear, he tossed them off to the side before nudging his shoulder in-between her knees. Leon hiked her dress up to her hips as he stood up taller on his knees, Karina’s leg resting over his shoulder.

Karina moaned and closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her, Leon alternating between feather light flicks of his tongue to applying just the right amount of pressure as he sucked.

“Fuck,” She was panting heavily now as she raked her fingers through his coif of curls.  

When Leon felt her whole body quiver, he stood and quickly slid his shorts to his knees, entering her brusquely once Karina had fallen back on to the bed. Leon had wanted to draw the act out, making it a more sensual experience but it was quickly evident that both he and Karina needed a quick and hard fuck more than anything else right now.

Leon leaned over and laced his fingers between Karina’s pressing their palms together as he continued to thrust into her, spurred on by Karina’s mews of approval. When he felt like he was close, Leon moved to kiss her neck, gently sucking once he felt himself release.

They lay onto of each other, almost fully clothed, as they attempted to regain their composure.

“I don’t know,” Karina’s voice had an almost dreamy tone to it. “If this is the greeting I get when you come home, I might be ok with you taking these little boy’s trips.”

Leon kissed her neck one last time as he felt himself slide out of her and shifted to his right so that he was no longer laying directly on top of her. “I told you I missed you.”

As Leon brushed Karina’s hair aside, he lightly traced his finger over a small, single line tattoo of a mouse that now adorned the skin behind her ear. “This is new.”

“Yeah,” Karina smiled as she returned her fingers to his hair. “I just got the idea to do it one day. Do you like it?”

“It’s fucking adorable, Mausi.” Leon moved closer now and kissed her. “Just like you.”

Karina sat up and finished the process of undressing. She laughed as Leon pulled his underwear up but threw his shorts and shirt to the hamper from his spot on the bed. Karina opted for one of her silk chemises, she knew Leon liked the way it felt against his skin when he held her.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Leon yawned as he stretched out and grabbed the remote.

Karina turned back to face Leon, only to laugh when she saw Elsa sprawled out next to him. “Well clearly I’m not the only one that missed you.”

“What can I say?” Leon grinned at her.

After brushing her hair and washing her face, Karina joined Leon in bed. Elsa soon moved to the foot and Karina happily moved over and nestled in against him.

Draping an arm over Karina, Leon sighed contentedly. “Dead serious, I don’t sleep as well when you’re not next to me.”

“Well,” Despite her best efforts, she let out a yawn, “that just means you’ll need to take me with you the next time you decide to go on a little trip.”

“Absolutely. I’ve already got something planned.”

“What?” Karina sat back up now. “When? And Where?”

Leon tugged on her hand, a silent plea for her to lay back down. “December. For Christmas. But the where is a surprise.”

“Just because?” Karina looked at him skeptically as she lowered herself back to the mattress although Leon already had his eyes closed.

He shook his head and opened his eyes again, anticipating a longer conversation. “Not just because. We didn’t tell anyone we got married so we couldn’t exactly go on a honeymoon. Now that our families know and have stopped freaking out, we can actually go away, just the two of us.”

“So where are we going on our honeymoon?” Karina had hoped to catch Leon off guard with her last question but it didn’t work.

Leon pulled Karina against him for one final kiss. “You’ll find out in time.”

When Leon awoke the next morning, he found that he was alone in the bed. He stayed there for a few moments longer, eyes focused on the ceiling, until he decided it was time to get up. As soon as Leon go out of bed, he realized that he’d only need to go as far as the shower to find Karina. Silently, he stripped off his underwear and opened the door, stepping in behind Karina.

“I thought you might like some company.” Leon kissed her neck before reaching past her to get his body wash.

Karina turned to face him and smiled. “I always enjoy your company. This also gives me a chance to do something.”

“What’s that?” Leon stood and watched as Karina took the body wash back from him and squeezed some into her palm.

Working it into a lather, she proceeded to run her hands along his arms, his chest, his neck. Karina returned for more before attending to the rest of his torso, his back and his legs. Once Karina had taken the handheld shower head and rinsed all the lather off, she instructed him to lean forward. When Leon hesitated for just a moment, Karina offered an explanation. “I can’t reach your hair otherwise. You’re too tall for me.”

Leon obliged. “So, you’ve always wanted to wash my hair?”

“Not wash it, no.” Karina shook her head and reached for a small, black jar. “This is a conditioning type hair treatment. It stays on for 10 minutes, then we shampoo.”

“10 minutes? What am I supposed to do for 10 minutes?” Leon stuck out his bottom lip and pretended to pout, a look that always won Karina over.

Instead, she just shook her head at him and handed him her bar of soap. “It’s my turn now.”

Leon held the soap under the shower head for just a minute before he began to glide it along Karina’s skin. When he was finished, Karina handed him her shampoo.

“You don’t need the…whatever it was you put in my hair?” Leon looked at the bottle before looking back up to her.

Standing on her tiptoes, Karina gave him a kiss. “Nope. I’ve already used it this week.”

Eyes closed, Karina fully enjoyed the sensation of Leon massaging the shampoo into her scalp but she couldn’t quite shake a thought that she had in the early hours of the morning.”Babe, did you come home early because you wanted to? Or because you felt guilty?”

Leon rinsed her hair before encouraging Karina to face him. “Both.”

“Oh,” Karina shifted her eyes to the floor. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like you needed to-”

Gently, Leon took hold of Karina’s chin and brought her eyes up to meet his.”Listen, when I told my parents that we got married, my father said that when I was making a decision, I needed to think about how it would effect you too. I didn’t do that this time. The more I thought about it, I didn’t want to only be home for two days only to leave again for a week. I was ready to come home.”

Karina nodded and held her eyes closed for just a moment past a blink. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” Leon laughed as he kissed her forehead. “You make me happy, Mausi.”

Finally, Karina seemed to accept that answer. With a little smile playing on her lips, she nodded again. “Ok, sir. Time to rinse.”

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Still plotting away SCSI

Eren didn't remember anything about what Isabel and Levi talked about, only that Isabel was gone now... when he really needed a friend. Olou had succumbed to his wounds. Despite Hanji's best efforts, he still passed away... and all the kind words towards him now sat heavily in his gut. He'd been so sure that Olou would survive. He'd fought hard, hanging on for over a week but infection had set in, his condition spiralling after that. Tonight everyone was drinking in "celebration" of the memory of those that had been lost. Not up for the company, Eren had swiped a couple bottles of the stuff the officers had been drinking, and holed up in his room. But the more he drank, the worst he felt. It was like some massive abyss had opened inside of him, sucking all the happiness from the world with it. He was on his second bottle before his friends found him, having swiped their own bottles of booze. Though his room was far too small, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin and Krista were all there with him now. A few other recruits had somehow managed to end up there too. While the company was kind of nice, no one actually understood. He'd respected Olou. He was a crucial part of the team, and now he was gone forever. It wasn't fair. Olou deserved to live. Not like him... As the night slipped away his friends gradually left, due to the fact Levi's room was so close to his. More than a little drunk, he didn't even know what he was doing or saying, only that he didn't want to be alone. Not anymore. He wanted someone to want him and to care about him... if it was just for the night. Laying back on his bed, he felt the weight shift as some climbed in next to him. With his eyes still closed, lips ghosted against his as if he'd voiced his need for contact outloud. Not caring who it was, he kept his eyes closed and gave up, the kissing slowly growing more heated until the pair of them were grinding up against each other, Eren panting for more as they fumbled each other's pants open, at least it was a guy... that was something... palming at his partner's erection, he mewed as his own fisted roughly. He needed more. He wanted this empty feeling filled, bucking their hips up against each other, he was so close when they were interrupted "What the fuck do you two think you're doing?!" The kiss was broken, the warm body pulled away from him by Levi of all people "Are you shitty brats seriously drunk?! You. Get out!" There was a mumbled "Yes, sir", before the thud of stumbling steps left the roof "Are you serious?" Panting, Eren couldn't care less if Levi could see his tenting erection. If Levi liked to interrupt his "fun", then he could see what he was missing "What does it even matter?" "What do you mean, "What does it matter?". Your body isn't normal. You can't just let someone between your legs because you're sad" "Whatever" "Eren..." "What the fuck do you expect me to do?! If... if I'd done better or been better, Olou might have survived! Now he's dead! I hate this! I hate being this monster! I hate it!" Breaking down into sobs his whole body shook, finally he curled into himself as he screamed into his pillows "I hate this! I hate it!" "Eren..." "Don't say my name! Don't say it like you care! No one fucking cares!" There was a snarl, then Eren was being lifted from his bed "Olou died. He died and it's fucking shitty, but we all tried our hardest to save him. Hanji gave her everything. Petra stayed by his non-stop. We're all fucking hurting" "I'm so tired of hurting" "We all are" Levi carried him from his room, the walk was short before he was lowered back down again "Stay still, you can't sleep like that" For a second Eren's heart leapt, before he realised what Levi meant. Stripping off his pants and boots, Levi then covered him with his blankets "S-sir?" "I'm not going to leave you alone tonight" Passing out in his captains bed, Eren had no idea things were going to be worse once morning came. * Flustered, Levi watched Eren sleeping in his bed. He'd walked in some heavy petting, after catching Eren's scent in the hallway, and damn near imploded on the spot. With his legs spread, Eren and the male Corps member were in their own world, clumsily and sloppily palming at each without caring about the fact the door was wide open. He felt... enraged. Enraged that someone else was touching Eren. And betrayed by his emotions because he knew how badly he wanted to kill the kid touching Eren. They hadn't talked much since Isabel had possessed Eren, but the kid had done all his duties faultlessly. He'd thought he was ok, but Olou's death was hitting all of them hard. Saying goodbye was never nice. But perhaps because he'd spoken to Isabel, the pain wasn't exactly what he'd thought it would be. Olou had died with Petra by his side. Knowing he was loved and respected, and that his body would find its way back to his family. Levi had hoped to talk to Eren, but the brat had passed out on him before he could. Waking Eren, the boy looked like shit. Yawning softly as he crawled from Levi's bed with a small whine "What happened?" "You had a bit too much to drink last night, but I don't have time to fill you in on the particulars" "I... don't think I like alcohol" "You should definitely stay away from it. We need to get you showered and down to Hanji" "What? Why don't to Hanji?" "During yesterday's wake, we have two government officials arrive. They want to run tests again" Eren's already pale face lost its remaining colour. The teen clamped a hand to his mouth as he rushed to the bathroom, his sound of wretching summing up Levi's feelings on the matter entirely. The two officials had already made themselves at home in Hanji's office, Hanji having been evicted to the hallway where she playing with pony tail nervously. Clearing his throat to give her the heads up that they were approaching, the woman pushed herself away from the wall with her foot "Eren! I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were coming" "Not so loud Hanji. He discovered the delights of alcohol last night" "Ooooh! Is he having his first hangover? I hope you've made him drink plenty of water" "No. I thought I'd just shove him into your office without anything to eat or drink" "Levi!" "He's joking Hanji..." Truthfully, he'd tried to make Eren eat and drink something, but the boy had nibbled on some bread before deciding he couldn't eat "Do you know what they have planned for him?" "No. I'm not allowed to see any of their test results or even be present. Also, Erwin was looking for you" "For me, or for Eren" "For you" Shuffling past him, Eren let Hanji pull him into a hug "You should go see Erwin, I'll be ok" "Eren, you don't have to put up with this. You can demand they stop at anytime. Or call for me, or Erwin. You don't deserve to go through everything alone" "It'll be fine... I'll be fine. Where am I going?" "They're waiting in my office" "Ok... I guess I'll see you both later" The kid looked like a kicked puppy as he let go of Hanji, the look making Levi wish he could steal him away from the pain to come, but apparently Shitty Eyebrows wanted him. Staying long enough for Eren to disappear from his sight, Levi then turned to leave "Let me know the moment they release him" "Will do. I'm worried though. His next heat..." "You're worried they'll send him into heat early?" "Yes. There's a house Erwin wants Eren to use for his heats, but if he goes into heat here... There's nothing prepared" "Make a list of what you think he'll need. I'll take care of it once I've talked to Erwin" "I don't think he'll give you permission to act alone" "I don't care what he wants. We both know Eren's going to be tortured again, and we both know he won't be fit to return to active duty immediately" "Oh! So you're going to take him down to the house?" "Sometimes I wonder how someone so smart, can take so long to catch on" "Did you just admit I was smart?! Aww, Levi! Come here" Flipping Hanji off, Levi stormed away before she hug him. He didn't understand why she always had to be like this. Couldn't she just not make a big fuss about these things? Levi's lack of sleep had his legs aching as he marched along the hall to Erwin's office. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, most over the guilt he felt over leaving Eren in the Governments hands. Reaching Erwin's door, he knocked light and let himself in "Levi. Come in" Raising his arm, Levi shook his head "I'm not hungry. Hanji said you wanted to see me?" "I have a mission for you" "For me? Or for Eren and I?" "Eren will not be available until after his heat" "What? Why?" "The Government has been working on a potential suppressant. If all goes well, his heat won't happen at all" "They found a way to stop them?" "Potentially. As I said, I have a mission for you and for the rest of the squad" "We just Olou" "I know, and as unfortunate as it is, we can't delay" "What about Eren? What if he shifts?" "I've been assured he will be sedated, not killed" Because that was going to work... not... "Levi, we can't afford for you to sit this one out. There was recently reports of intelligent werewolves, other than Eren. Naturally, as this information has come second hand from individuals in the Underground, we don't expect it to be accurate, yet we're on official warning over Eren's actions" "They're using the fact he shifted and saved lives to make you chase after your own tail again" "We aren't in a position to say no" "That's why Eren's off being tortured again, and we're rubbing our noses in the lap of the Government like a bitch in heat" "Levi. None of us want this for Eren. If though Hanji removed his womb, he still goes into heat and I know I don't have to remind you how problematic that is" "And what if does go into heat? What if I'm sent into whatever that was again" "Hanji is calling it a blood rut. You were consumed with both the need for blood and to breed" "It sounds fucking disgusting" "Take it up with her. I've prepared extra vials for your trip" "If I'm going that far, I'm going to need money" "What for?" "Information isn't free. I'm not going to get anything out of anyone without a generous amount of money. Besides, Hanji needs supplies" "I'll need a full report for reimbursement. Receipts too" "I know how to do this, but you're not going to be getting receipts from the underground" Slowly opening his bottom drawer, Erwin pulled out a coin pouch, throwing it on the table with a sigh "Take whoever you need. Petra might wish to visit her family" "Will we be escorting Olou's body?" "No. He will escorted separately" "She should be with him. She knows the family. I'll take both Eld and Gunther. The three of us will we enough" "You have my permission to embark once prepared" Erwin offered his arm again, Levi walking across the room to take it in his hands, his teeth sliding into Erwin's arm "Drink what you need" If he did that, Erwin would be drained. Maybe he should just drain his commander anyway? They'd hardly been acting like the friends they were supposed to be... he wasn't entirely innocent, but even this mission felt like something thrown together to seperate him from Eren. Though that may have been his own paranoia. * The Underground never changed, it was still the shitty cesspool he remembered it to be. The streets were clogged with rubbish, the drains all blocked and the aqueduct running through the middle of the place was choked with rubbish and river weeds, while its water was an unhealthy green. Nothing ever changed here, and nothing ever would. No one had the strength of will to rise above and any who were idiotic enough to think they could change things, were the first to find a knife in the back. Their bodies would be picked clean, clothes and all, before being left to rot like a pile of trash, that even their family disowned. With all things laid so open, there was little wonder why Eld and Gunther were both armed to the teeth. They'd arrived in the Underground four days prior, and despite having spent a generous amount of Erwin's money, all they'd learnt was their were still people stupid enough to try their luck outside the walls. Honestly, Levi wanted to wash his hands on all of this and return the castle, as all he could think was that Eren was being tortured while he was in a hell of his own, but Eld and Gunther were persistent and insistent. They'd covered over half the usual dives, and Levi was absolutely sure they weren't about to hear anything magically useful. Still, here they were at another one. Levi somehow locked in a glaring contest with the bar keeper, who had nothing to say to a dog of the military. Even if pulling a knife had brought him up short, the man was staying tight lipped "Do you, or do you not know anything about recent werewolf attacks" Spitting in his face, the man laughed openly. With a fluid move, Levi pinned the man's left hand to bar, cutting off his little finger with a satisfying ting when the blade hit the metal of the bar "Remember anything yet" "I ain't got nothing to tell you!" Screaming it now, Levi rolled his eyes as he hefted a sigh "Then who does" "Ke-nny. He's the one shooting his mouth" "Kenny?" "The reaper" "He's dead" "No he ain't!" "I killed Kenny with my own hands. Whoever that is, it's not Kenny" "He calls himself Kenny!" Whimper pathetically, Levi released his hand. The man pulling it up to his chest "I suggest you give me some real information if you want to keep all the rest of your fingers" "I don't got anything else to say! You know what it's like here! Without rumours, this place would be too boring to stomach" "So you're saying everything werewolf related is a joke?" "Them up there were talking about it" "And Kenny?" "He's the one who goes out the walls!" Whatever this man had been drinking, it was clearly killing off whatever was left in the braincell department. He probably couldn't wipe his own arse. So much for the bravado he'd tried to portray. With his ruined reputation, this place would probably be looted and burnt to the ground by the end of the night "You're lucky I don't take another finger for wasting my time" "Sir?" "We're leaving. There's nothing here" "What about Kenny?" "He's long gone. You're free to stay if you really want" Returning to sunshine, it felt like his skin was trying to shed it outer layer. The filth attached its self within seconds of stepping foot down there, and it felt like no matter how many times he scrubbed, he'd never be clean. As Eld and Gunther split off from him, Levi returned to the room he was using at the Military base, impressed to find the supplies he'd requested had already been delivered. Most of them were for Eren, and to stock the house he'd used for his future heats. The blankets, pillow and soap he already purchased sat almost forgotten in the corner of his room. He'd taken his time on the first day at the Capital to make sure he'd have the money to buy Eren nice things... nicer things. Things the kid would like and would help to assure him that he was indeed human. He wasn't going to stay with the kid for his heat, but he could make sure Eren was doing better mentally before he entered it. An hour later the clothes he'd been wearing were in the trash, a fresh uniform felt almost like heaven in comparison to those disease riddled things. Sitting on his bed, he was checking his correspondence. There was nothing of real interest. Erwin had sent a letter saying Eren was still being held, but he hadn't shifted. Olou's body had been returned to his family and Petra was taking a weeks leave. The woman would be rendezvousing with them at the end of the week... meaning he was now stuck for another 2 days. Fucking Shitty Eyebrows and fucking Petra. And fuck the bartender for bringing up Kenny. If he could forget the man, he would in a heartbeat... He could just picture Kenny's smug face when he came face to face with whoever had taken up his name. That creepy smile. The laugh. The double tap to heart for insulting him. Everything about the man had revolted him and maybe that was why he was half tempted to track down whoever was using his name. Just to see the difference with his own eyes. Sighing to himself, he forced himself off the bed and over to the desk, he needed to pen a reply back to Erwin. With next to nothing to do, the next two days passed exceedingly slowly. His presence had brought out the weirdos of the Military base, many of them wanting to ask his advice. Eld and Gunther had both found it funny until he'd starting sending them pair of them to answer any all questions, filling their schedules to the point where his own was empty. The only thing of any importance that he'd accomplished in those two days was picking up a few nice tins of black tea, and new fine china cup. * Petra talked almost nonstop during the ride back to the castle. The woman in much higher spirits than expected, leaving him wanted to yell at her to shut up. Erwin hadn't replied to his last message, and fucked up dream about Kenny had left him feeling on edge. Next time, Erwin could send someone else to the Underground, because it had been a colossal waste of his time. He could have literally been watching paint dry and it would have been more enjoyable, not to mention he wouldn't have had to destroy a set of clothes of it. Nudging his heels, his horse broke into gallop, the wind feeling refreshing as it chased the last lingering scents of septic from his nose. Fuck the Underground. Having dropped back to trot, Petra moved to his side again. The woman frowning at him as if he'd done something wrong "Sir?" "What is it?" "Eld and Gunther mentioned Eren was being experimented on again. Do you think he'll be ok?" "No" "No, you don't?" "No. I'm expecting it to be a shit storm when we get home" "Do you know what they're doing to him?" "They have some procedure that is supposed to stop his heat" "Is that safe?" "How am I supposed to know?" "It's just... Eren is such a kind kid" "He's certainly worked his way into your heart" "He gave everything he could to try and help Olou. I wish I knew how to thank him" "Like that" "Like what?" "Eren's pretty thick. If you want to thank him, than you actually have to use the words" "He seemed annoyed the last time I thanked him" "The fact you did so 8 times had nothing to do with it" "Maybe. I still wish I could give him something" "If you really want to give him something, just say thanks and leave it at that. And whatever you do, don't got giving him anything alcoholic" Petra giggled, covering her mouth with her hand "You could have been handled that situation better" "He told you?" "No, you scared the hell out of the soldier he was with. The poor guy was running down the hall with his pants around his ankles" Levi wished he'd seen that, instead he been too focused on the fact that someone other than him had been touching Eren, then forcing the kid to spend the night sleeping in his bed, attempting to erase the shitty smell of the unknown man's arousal "He had it coming" "Eren's body might be different, but you could have left them alone" "And what if he bit his lip and shifted, or what if he'd had a panic attack and shifted?" "I'm pretty sure if being interrupted by you didn't upset him, nothing would" "The kid was wasted. He pretty much passed out as soon as his pants and boots were off" He sounded way too bitter for it to be passed off as simple annoyance "Do you think they'll become something more?" "It was just a drunk hook up" "With his friend" "Wait? He knew the guy?" That... that... Levi didn't have a word for exactly how he was feeling over this. Drunk and random hookups were pretty common, but hooking up with someone you knew and someone you were friends with. It was more than petty jealousy that was causing his heart to race, his chest to tighten and his reins to snap in his hands. It was something vile and evil. "I don't know the boy's name, I've seen him with Armin and Mikasa before, so perhaps they'd know. Do you think they're together? Maybe he'd like to spend Eren's heat with him?" "It was just a fucking hook up. There's nothing there and no one will be spending Eren's heat with him. If you have that much free time on your hands to dribble this shit, fall back and check on Eld and Gunther" Fuck. Fucking Eren. This was what the shitty brat did to him. He ruined his carefully constructed facade and reputation in a manner of minutes. Stroking the base embers of his desires into an inferno... without even being into the same space as him. Rather than looking hurt, Petra just shook her head with another giggle, shooting him a knowing look before dropping back to the supply cart. Fuck. By now, the only person Levi was kidding... was himself. * Leaving the purchases that were to be taken to the house in the cart, Levi forced himself to help put everything away, as an excuse to settle his nerves before seeing Eren. Given the castle was still standing, and no one looked particularly worried, Eren couldn't have shifted into his Lycan form. At least something had gone right. Skipping his debriefing with Erwin, Levi headed down to Hanji's office. The walls were all still standing, which he again took as positive sign. With a light knock on her door, he let himself into her office, finding it devoid of Government Scientists and Hanji in the middle of scribbling something down as if her life depended on it "Really Shitty Glasses. I come back and you can't even manage a hello?" Looking up, Hanji blinked at him as if only just coming back to reality "Levi!" Pushing herself back from her desk, Hanji rushed around it before throwing her arms around him "Uh... Hanji?" "I didn't think you were coming back until Sunday" "It is Sunday" "Oh... Oh Shit!" Flying back from the hold, Hanji grabbed her notebook. Wrapping her hand around his wrist, Levi found himself being dragged from the room "I've got to check on Eren" "I thought he'd be here" "He's back down in the dungeon" "What? Why?" "It's a long story. Basically he reacted badly to whatever they gave him and he bit one the scientists. They wanted to chain him up, but I managed to get them to agree to confine him in the dungeon again" "He bit one of them?" "He was only in his wolf form, so it wasn't even that bad" "I'm pretty sure being bitten by a wolf isn't something that can be written off as "not bad"" "It was a tiny little bite on the man's wrist. His teeth didn't even break the skin" "And they wanted him chained up for that?" "Yeah. I shouldn't be surprised, he's been sick since the first day they got him" "What did they do?" "Injected him with something that's supposed to stop his heat. When it didn't give the results they wanted, they pumped up the dose. His body couldn't keep up with it, and he started bleeding internally. Whatever they gave him messed with his healing" "Is that even possible?" "Yep. The worst bit is, his body burnt through whatever it was too fast for me to get a sample of it. His blood work came back completely clean" "If he's clean, why isn't he healing?" "I don't know" "What does Erwin have to say about it all?" "Just to keep him notified. You haven't seen him yet?" "No. Not yet" "Aww you came to see Eren first..." Smacking Hanji, the woman pouted "That's not nice" "You brought it on yourself" "Nope. Totally didn't. I think Erwin's been down to see him, but he's pretty groggy" Just what the fuck had they done to him this time?! And what kind of business could Erwin possibly have with Eren. Even before Hanji opened the door down to the dungeons, Levi could smell Eren's blood. It's coppery tang was muddied with something less than desirable, yet he couldn't name the offending scent. With a look of disgust on his face, he followed Hanji down "You can smell it too, can't you? His scent's all wrong. He usually smells more dog like, but now it's..." "Disgusting" "That's a little harsh. I was thinking medical?" "Chemical" "Chemical. He smells chemical to you?" "I can still smell blood, but there's something in it..." "I need to write this down, oh. His senses are also a little off, so you'll have to speak softly" "You make it sound like all I do is yell at him" "Our normal tones sound like we are yelling at him, so you would be" Levi sighed. Couldn't they just have one good week? Falling silent for the rest of the walk, Hanji moved ahead of him to open Eren's cell "Eren, its Hanji and Levi. I've come to check on you" "I'm ok" "We both know that's not going to work. How's the bleeding?" Eren was curled on his side with his face hanging off the side of the bed, above bucket. At first the thought the kid had been vomiting, until Hanji moved the lantern closer and he saw the kid's gums were bleeding "I think it's getting better" "Good, that's good. I'm just going to have a little look" While Eren was busy with Hanji, Levi sank down onto the end of the kids bed. Despite his lanky form, Eren had somehow curled up so he was barely taking up a third of the bed "Have you eaten anything?" "Teeth hurt" "Ok. What about drinking water?" "I tried" "Now Levi's back, I'm going to see about getting you a bed in the infirmary, where I can actually monitor your condition" "I'm ok... they said it might be like this" Hanji hadn't told him that? Did Eren tell her? "I know, but you're not in a good way" "You sound like Armin" "Did they come to see you?" "Yeah... Mikasa wanted to yell at Erwin" "Oooh. I wish I'd known that" "Armin talked her out of it. I'm sorry" "It's ok. Maybe next time?" "Don't go encouraging her. Um... if Levi's back, can I shower now? I feel so gross" "That's up to Levi" Hanji silently pleaded with him to agree. Eren had probably tried to hide whatever else was done to him from her, so as not to worry the woman. The kid needed a chaperone, and she was asking him to be it "A bath might be better" "I don't want to make a mess" "You won't make a mess. Do you think Levi would let you?" "No..." "See. Levi's going to help you up, is that ok?" "I'm too dirty" "That's the point of taking a bath, right Levi?" "Yeah. This room is fucking filthy" Eren started to laugh, before dissolving into a fit of coughing "Let's get you up. A hot bath will also help ease some of that congestion" "Hanji, dad was a doctor. I know that" "Oooh. Someone's getting snappy. You're lucky you're so cute" "You're literally the only one who thinks I'm cute" "Levi thinks you're cute" "Don't bring me into this" Eren's coughing slowly subsided enough for Levi to get close enough to lift the kid into his arms. The brat looked like shit, yet somehow managed to shoot him a smile "Sorry, sir. Hanji won't let me walk" "Can you?" "I don't know" "Maybe save the walking until after you've stopped coughing up blood" "Fight me" "I could take you with my eyes closed" "You're not supposed to threaten a sick person" "It wasn't a threat, it was a promise" Eren was doing so much better than Levi had expected. He was able to hold and follow the banter, that Hanji took over as Levi carried him up to his private bathroom. Sitting the brat in the bath, he tugged Eren's blankets away, throwing them at Hanji with a very pointed glare "Right. Eren, I'll just be outside if you need me. Levi's going to help you bath" "You're lucky I'm too sick of feeling gross to say now" "How long's it been since he bathed?" "A week" "Ok. We at burning those blankets and his clothes" "Levi" "That's fucking disgusting!" Eren whimper at his shout, his hands clutching his head "Don't go scaring him" "Then take better care of him" "Hey, they only left on Friday" "That's two days" "Either you both shut up, or you both get out" Hanji failed at turning her laughter into a cough "Didn't you hear him, get out" "Alright, but try to behave yourselves" Helping Eren out his ruined clothes, the teen didn't even seem to care when he was finally naked. Blood and slick covered the kids thin pubes and thighs, more over his arse and more still dribbling from his mouth. There weren't any signs of external wounds, though around his tone nails were black, but that might have just been filth "Hanji's so fucking weird" "What makes you say that?" "She's seen me naked, but she makes you take care of me" "If you shift, it's my job to bring you down" "Oh... I don't think I can shift. I'm so tired" Closing his eyes, Eren rested his head on the side of the bath. Still sporting some puppy fat in his face from youth, Eren's stomach was surprisingly toned, yet his skin was so soft and warm beneath Levi's fingers. He'd by lying if he didn't feel something... an insistent throbbing in his groin was definitely something, but even he wasn't going to act when the kids defences were non-existent. Leaving Eren's crotch for the boy to clean himself, Levi scrubbed the rest of him down, making sure not to press too firmly as it seemed to pain the brat "Eren, can you sit up? I need to clean your hair" With a sleepy hum, Eren slumped towards the wall. Not exactly helping him "Brat" "Sorry, sir" "Just try not to pass out and drown in this shitty water" "Feels good being clean" "You're not clean yet" "Cleaner" "Stop moving" "I'm not" "Yes you are" "I don't feel like I am..." Levi was tempted to call Hanji in, as Eren couldn't stop swaying, but when he poured the jug of warm water over Eren's head, the kid shot up, sitting ramrod straight as he spluttered "What the hell?" "Your hair's filthy" "You tried to drown me" "If I was trying, I would have succeeded" "Mmm. Yeah. You're probably right" Washing Eren's hair it, his hair was just as soft as his wolf's fur. The brat having the nerve to let out rumbling huffs that slowly turned to snores "Hanji, get in here" "You won't want to keep him to yourself" "Don't say it like that. I'm not touching him down there, and he fell asleep before he could clean himself" "Awww are you scared?" "I'm going to get his room ready" "No need! Your bed is right there" "He's sleeping in his own room" "But Levi" "Don't "but" me. You can watch over him there" "I think he'd rather have you" "I don't want his filthy blood all over my bed" "What's going on here?" Whipping from looking at Eren to look to Erwin, both of them hushed him at the same time. Erwin's lips twitched as the man rose an eyebrow "Eren hasn't had a bath in a week, so I had Levi help me out" "And you couldn't have done this somewhere else?" "It's the closest bathroom to his room" "He's supposed to be in the dungeon" "Erwin, he's bleeding nonstop. He's only going to get sick down there. "I'm your commanding officer. You need to clear these things with me. And you Levi, you didn't even report back to me" "I went to inform Hanji that we were back with her supplies" The lie smoothly slid from his tongue as he held his anger back "Then I asked him to help me with Eren. Once he was settled, we were going to let you know" Thanks to Isabel's words, all he could think was that Erwin was being petty and jealous. He knew he wasn't completely unfortunate in the looks department, and that a normal person wouldn't insist on feeding him without getting something out of it, but now... If Erwin was letting his jealousy cause Eren pain, that wasn't something he was ok with "Hanji, can you finish up with Eren on your own? I need to talk to Erwin" "Alright, but I'll need your help to get him out" "Just make sure he's clean" Nudging Erwin out the bathroom, Levi pulled the door closed behind him "What's going on with you?" "With me?" "Cut the shit Erwin. If you've got something to say, say it without you usual games" "Fine. I think you're letting Eren cloud your judgment. You've stopped seeing him a threat" "You're the one letting Eren cloud your judgement. The kid was left in his own filth for the last week. You saw how badly they fucked him up before, but you were happy to lock him up again" "I locked him up for his own safety" Levi scoffed, his glare fierce "Like you sent me away on a completely bogus mission" "You're too close to him" "How? You assigned me to be his partner" "I didn't assign him to you so you could play happy families with him" "Are you serious? Wow. I thought she was full of shit, but wow. You really do have feelings for me, don't you" "And you don't?" "Not the way you want me to" "Bullshit Levi. I..." "You what? You allowed me to feed and I'm grateful for that. But love and feeding, they're too completely different things" "How can you say that? We all know what you're like, but you feed predominantly from me. Of course I'm going to think..." "Do you think I like feeding? Do you think I like never being sated?" "You..." "I never take more than the bare minimum. If I drank like I wanted, you'd be dead. I know you don't want to hear it, but for me, it was never more than a way for you to remind me how indebted I am to you. I considered you my friend. I was grateful you kept my secret, but the way you're treating Eren, it's not ok" "He's a kid!" "Don't you think I know that? There's something in Eren, but he's not the monster you think he is. If he was, he never would have saved everyone" "He's a danger" "He's not a danger" "If he wasn't, I wouldn't have to lock him up!" Levi ground his teeth together, biting down the urge to snap "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means people heard Eren bit a scientist. Whatever goodwill he'd managed to earn, is gone" "He didn't even break the skin" "How do you know?" "Hanji" "Of course" The bitterness in Erwin's tone hurt to hear "Look. I was going to ask permission to take Eren and Hanji down to the house you want to use for his heat. I think we could both use some time apart" Hanji was going to give him hell, but Erwin might have just lost his head again if Levi hadn't thrown her name in "Fine. Leave whenever you're ready" "Once Eren stops bleeding. Hanji says his in a kind of sensory overload" "Make sure she submits a full report on him" "I will. You'll have my report on your desk by tomorrow morning" "Ok..." "Erwin. I am sorry" "Don't. I want to hear it, right now"

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Royal Romance (Visual Novel) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Drake Walker X MC Evelyn Fallon Additional Tags: Choices Summary:

Story takes place before the Coronation Ball. Drake Walker X MC Evelyn Fallon. Bit of Fluff.

Evelyn turned over in bed so she was staring at the dark ceiling, heaving a frustrated sigh for what must have been the hundredth time that night. She couldn’t sleep. Every time she tried to relax, another thought would come racing to the forefront of her mind. What would happen at the Coronation Ball tomorrow? Would Olivia stop being such a bitch? Would Drake be there?

“I need a drink,” she thought suddenly rising from the bed. Ignoring the fact that she was only wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized New York Knicks T-Shirt, she headed for the door and stepped out into the corridor. All was quiet as she silently padded in bare feet across the hallway, vaguely heading in the direction of the Library. She was almost positive she’d seen a bottle of Jack Daniels in there a couple of days ago; hopefully it would still be there. At the end of the corridor was a large wooden door, and as she reached for the handle, she was shocked as the door suddenly opened and a shadowy form loomed over her in the doorway. She gasped and stepped back quickly, placing a defensive arm over her chest.

“Fallon, what the hell?” Said the figure, stepping out from the shadows.

“Drake? Jesus you scared me half to death!” She cried

“You want to say that a little louder and wake up the whole palace?” He smirked “What are you doing roaming around at this time of night?”

“Well I was…” she paused suddenly noticing the bottle in Drakes hand. “Looking for that actually…” and pointed to the Whiskey “I see you’ve beaten me to it.”

“Oh really?” he said with a small smile “I don’t normally say this but…care to share?” he nodded to the door behind her. She turned her head and quickly realised where they were standing. “In your bedroom?” She said turning to face him again. “Is that a problem?” He said quietly. “No…Not at all.” She smiled back. “Well OK then.” He reached a hand over her head and pushed open the door. “After you…”

She walked into the centre of the dimly lit room, hearing a small click as Drake closed the door behind them. This sound alone send a sudden ripple of nerves to cascade down her body, like being touched by the wings of thousand butterflies.

“Wow, you let me into the inner sanctum?” She said, walking over to the bed, absentmindedly running her hand over the royal blue covers. “Should I be flattered or is this a regular thing?”

“Is what a regular thing?” Drake said pouring a large measure of whiskey into a glass. “What exactly are you implying Fallon?”

“I’m just wondering if you have many female visitors that’s all.” Evelyn said walking back to where he was standing by the window and took the glass from his hand, taking a sip of the fiery liquid. “I didn’t mean to imply anything, I’m just a little curious.” She studied his eyes intently as she spoke “I don’t know that much about you Drake”. She took another sip “You’re an enigma”.

He smiled in spite of himself “Hardly. There’s not much to know Fallon. I’m a pretty simply guy.” He poured himself a glass of Jack and took a long sip.

“Well I don’t agree with that.” Evelyn said, sitting down on the bed. “And I’d like to get to know you better.”

Drake walked over to an antique looking leather chair facing her on the bed, and sat down. He swirled the brown liquid in the glass, listening to the gently clink of the ice cubes.

“Are you asking as a friend, or because you think it would get you somewhere with Liam?”

“Drake, how can you…?” She left the sentence hanging, as she suddenly caught a glimpse of the guarded look behind his soft brown eyes.

“I’m asking because I care about you. It’s as simple as that.”

He hung his head in his hands for a while not speaking before he looked up suddenly, his expression unreadable. “OK, you’ve got three questions Fallon. Fire away, ask me anything you want and I’ll answer you.”

She smiled quickly. “Oooh really? This could be interesting. But I only get three?”

“Yes, and that’s it.” He took another big gulp of Whisky “What have I done?”

Evelyn laughed at this and got up to pace around the room. She walked over to the dresser, which had a single photograph mounted in a silver frame. She looked at the picture closely. It was of a young girl, aged around twelve years old. She was very pretty, with flowing chestnut brown hair and exquisite hazel eyes. “Is this your sister?” She asked.

Drake looked over and nodded softly, “Yes. She would have been about nine then. I remember that day so clearly. We were down on the beach, playing in the sea with mom and dad.” He stood up from the chair and went to the window, staring out into the night. He smiled wistfully. “Then Dad got a crab attached to his…” he paused and looked at Evelyn with a grin “To his family jewels…”

“His what?” She replied puzzled.

“You know his…nads,” he said again, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Huh?”

“Damn it Fallon, do I have to spell it out for you?” He gestured down towards his crotch. “His nutsack, cajones, plums….”

He looked up, suddenly startled when he heard Evelyn let out a snort of laughter. “Fallon, you son of a bitch.”

“I’m sorry….” She said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Oh dear.” She stopped laughing finally and sauntered over to him. “I think hearing you say the word nutsack, has been my personal highlight of this entire trip.”

“Yeah well…” he looked down at his shoes, and then smiled at her warmly “Don’t expect to hear it ever again.

“Aww” Evelyn mewed, and punched his shoulder playfully “That’s a shame.” She returned his smile before turning to sit on the bed once more. “So you were saying about your dads…bits”

“Yes as I was saying…my dad got a crab attached to his….bits, and my mom had to take him behind a tree to try and prize its claws apart. To this day, I still remember those anguished screams, while Savannah and I stood on the beach, laughing our heads off….”

“Sounds…painful actually” Evelyn chuckled.

“Yeah I guess so.” Drake agreed, “Good times though.” He took another sip of his Whiskey.

They spent a few moments in companionable silence, before Evelyn chimed “OK Walker, next question…”

“Lay it on me.” He answered giving her a sly sideways glance.

“Okay…tell me a secret.”

“Tell me a secret?” He walked over to the chair opposite her, sat down and stretched out his legs. “I can’t believe you’d be so un-original Fallon.”

“Well that’s what I’m sticking with…so answer the question.” She smirked “And I want something dark…and juicy.”

“Well I don’t have anything dark and juicy. You need to think of another question.” He replied instantly, looking at her over the rim of his glass as he took another sip.

“Goddamn it Drake, why do you have to be such a party pooper!” She cried as she leapt up from the bed.

“Party Pooper…really? How old are you Fallon? What’s next, pass the parcel or pin the tail on the donkey?”

“Hey, remember this was your idea Drake not mine.” She said suddenly feeling annoyed. “Why did you even suggest it if you don’t want to tell me anything?” With that, she saw his expression soften and with a resigned sigh, he walked over to where she was standing beside the dresser.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s not easy to talk about myself that’s all. But I’ve got to say, if we’re talking party games, spin the bottle gets my vote.” He lifted up the now empty bottle of Jack Daniels and waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Evelyn laughed as she watched his comical expressions. “There’s only two of us here Drake…”

“Well I don’t know about you Fallon…” he smiled slowly “But I kinda like those odds…” he stepped closer to her.

“I still have two more questions…” she breathed, barely able to tear he eyes away from his.

“Fire away.” He said softly, brushing an errant strand of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Have you ever been in love?” She said her voice almost a whisper.

“Yes” he said, his eyes dropping to watch her lips. She waited for him to continue, and when he made no moves to speak, she asked again somewhat impatiently, “Who with?”

“You” he said simply.

“Oh.” She uttered, shocked. Inadvertently, she took a step back.

Seeing the surprise in her eyes, he too took a step back. “Fallon, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” He said quickly, running an agitated hand through his hair. “Jesus what was I thinking?” His panicked voice suddenly snapped her out of her reverie and she turned to grab his wrist as he spun away from her.

“No Drake, I didn’t mean…” she tried to explain weakly as he pulled himself away from her and began to pace around the room like a caged tiger.

“What’s Liam going to say when he finds out I was crushing on his girl like a hormonal teenager!” He crossed over to the window and placed his forehead on the cold glass. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No you’re not,” Evelyn said quietly, as she came up beside him.

“You should leave.” He said his voice racked with anguish.

“No. I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.” She tried to reach for his hand, but he snatched it away and placed it on the pocket of his dark jeans.

“Goddamn it Drake!” She growled abruptly “Do you want to know something?” He glanced up at her warily. “I don’t want to marry Liam, I don’t think I ever really have….”

It was her turn to pace around the room now, as she felt the frustration welling up inside her threatening to spill over like a tidal wave.

“The truth is…” She stopped pacing and turned back toward him. “All day. Every day. All I can think about is you.”

“Fallon.” Drake said gently, “you don’t have to humour me.”

“I’m not!” She cried, crossing the room to stand beside him once more. “I’m just going to say it Drake. It’s up to you whether you believe it or not….”

He turned to face her then, the words of warning fell from his lips as he caught sight of the look in her eyes. And what he saw took his breath away.

“I love you Drake Walker.” She said softly, sincerely.

“I believe you.” He answered. And smiled.

[brilliantheartbeautifulmind]

on writing pt. 1 + a beginning

I mistakenly read six chapters from the third section of Stephen King’s book On Writing before realizing that I should, perhaps, check the assignment again. Back I flipped in the book and found the section marked Toolbox. In it, King describes the necessary components found in every writer’s toolbox.  The top shelf, easily accessible, is lined with vocabulary words and grammar knowledge.  The first is unique to the writer: the words we know and use are linked to our background and lifestyle and education.  What matters is not the syllable length or usage level but the comfort we have using the words we do.  If you commonly use large words when you talk, if you are comfortable with their meaning and syntax, then that’s how you should write.  Whether you put purposeful pen to paper every day or not, you still manipulate language through your speech.  Whether through elevating or lowering, altering your normal speech patterns when writing will result in unnatural, stilted narrative.  Grammar is more universal, in that we all use the same, basic rules.  Verbs and nouns combine to make subjects. Adverbs drive Stephen King up a wall. The passive tense should be avoided (yes, that was intentional).  Both grammar and vocabulary should be a tool that you can find blindfolded, in the dark, with one hand tied behind your back.  The handles are well-worn, fitting into the contours of your hand, and polished by constant use.  

The second level is only accessible after steady use of the first.  In this level are found the elements of style, both official and personal.  King talks about general ideas presented in The Elements of Style, but also dives into several specifics such as paragraph length.  Different authors have different paragraph lengths; some may have pages go by before a paragraph break, while others use short, choppy writing to emphasize their writing style.  He leaves the other tools in our individual toolboxes lying about, ready for us to pick up. I thought it would be interesting to list a couple discipline specific tools:

Interviewing -  This skill would mostly be used by journalists, as they often have to work directly with a source.  Interviewing requires treading a delicate line between setting your source at ease and asking hard-hitting questions precisely aimed at their most vulnerable spots. You also have to remember to ask all the right questions – no interviewing a Pulitzer Prize-winning author and forgetting to ask them about their writing schedule!

Disseminating scholarly work – As a writer who most often focuses on academic essays, I have learned that research is a toolbox skill in and of itself.  It’s easy to find short snippets of quotes to pull out of context and use to support your point.  Not quite so simple is understanding the point each author you are researching and accurately incorporating that into your paper.  

Dialogue only – Here, I’m thinking of dialogue specific to playwriting.  While some stage direction is needed and accepted, part of the beauty of drama is leaving certain details up to the director, not the playwright.  This means that you have to convey detail, movement, and setting only through your characters’ speech.

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The setting sun had finally emerged from the clouds as Emma wandered home, taking the longest way possible. She had stayed at school as late as the teachers would allow, leaving only when the janitor came to the library and kicked her out.  

“You’ve got to leave, Miss Jones,” he said.  “I’m headin home and I gotta lock up.”

She acknowledged his words, packed up her books, and headed toward the door.  

“What time do you get here tomorrow?” she asked.

“Round five, I spose.”

“I’ll see you then.”

That had been forty minutes ago.  She had made a deliberately wrong turn out of the schoolyard and spent at least fifteen minutes backtracking before starting her walk home all over again.  Today, she was challenging herself to walk back using only left turns.  Left on Maple, left on Elm, left again on Cherry.  Why are all the streets in this godforsaken town named after trees, she wondered.  After all, the only trees to be seen for miles around were the scrappy, sticky cedars that were the bane of her existence.  Each year she tried to clear the backyard of the little ones.  Her hands would blister and start to bleed from the rough wood of the shovel, but she managed to stay outside all day long. Every year they returned the next spring and every year there seemed to be even more of them, taunting her with their very existence.  

Emma was so lost in the thoughts of her long vendetta with the cedar trees that she barely noticed the sounds coming from the ditch beside the road.  She had long since left town and was walking along the edge of the gravel road, each treacherous step taking her closer to home.  The faint mewing noises caught a strand of her attention and pulled her to a stop.  She turned around and slowly approached the tattered cardboard box that was lying, half-open, in the ditch.  The noises coming from it sounded almost human, like a baby just waking up.  

“Just keep walking…you don’t want to know what’s in that box,” she murmured under her breath.  “Nothing good in there.”

Her curiosity won out and she carefully lifted one of the flaps to peek inside the box, poised to run at any sign of danger – or snakes.  She let out the breath that she didn’t realize she was holding when she saw the contents of the box.  Three puppies lay on a tiny scrap of faded fabric.  They couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old as they squirmed around each other with their eyes still shut.  

“Oh no! Poor little babies!” She sat down with a bump and tried to take them all in her arms at once.  They immediately started snuggling against her body, trying to absorb the measly amount of heat it was putting off.  “Poor, poor babies.  Left here all alone, no mama around or anyone to take care of you.  It’s ok now, I’ve got you.  Emma’s got you, poor babies.  I’ll be your mama now.”  

She went to put them back in the box but their pitiful cries once she set them down tore at her heart and she picked them up again.  Carrying the puppies in one arm and the box in the other, she set off for home again at a much faster pace.  If I make it home before sundown, she thought, I can hide them in the barn before Father knows I’m home.  Within five minutes she had reached the entrance to the farm yard and hidden her precious cargo in the barn.  She checked and double checked that the puppies were safely hidden in the straw before sighing, turning away, and trudging up to the house.  She rinsed off the dirt that caked her bare legs after the walk from school and shook out the dust from her thin dress.  The house was dirty enough already and since she was the one who had to clean it up, she tried to prevent messes before they could happen.  Realizing that there wasn’t anything else she could do to delay anymore, she grasped the door handle with one hand, placed the other on the door for leverage, and turned the knob as silently as she could.  It wasn’t enough.  

“EMMA.  Finally home, your royal fucking highness?”  The first syllables out of her father’s mouth still made Emma jump but she shook her shoulders back and tried to hide her fear.

“Yes, sir.  I had to stay late after school,” she replied, trying and failing to keep her voice from shaking.

“Oh I see they’ve figured out that you’re as dumb as your whore of a mother.”

“No, sir.  One of the teachers asked me to stay late and help her clean the blackboards.”

“Oh so they’re putting you to work cleaning.  That’s all you’re good for, heh heh.  If those dumb bitches at the school are tryna put my daughter to use, they better pay me.”

“Please don’t call the teachers that, sir.”  She braced herself for the angry response she expected would follow her slight disagreement, but the silence that followed chilled her to the bone.  Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and she was aware of every little sound that wasn’t being made.  After an eternity of silence, she let out a shaky breath and turned on her tiptoes to run to her bedroom.  

She walked straight into the waiting form of her father.  Somehow, he had avoided every creaky floorboard and snuck up behind her, waiting for the moment she would let down her guard.  He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that ever again, you hear me?  Ever.”  He hissed the words a few inches from her face, so close Emma could smell the liquor on his breath and see the bits of dinner remaining in his teeth.  “I am in charge here and I take care of your scrawny ass.  You don’t talk back.  You don’t argue.  You do what I tell you.  That’s all. You don’t do anythin else.”

Between the firm grasp on her throat and the stench of her father’s breath, it was hard for Emma to breathe and her father’s face swum in her vision.  She frantically nodded her head, knowing that any other movement would be punished.  The first time he hit her, she had squirmed and tried to get away.  He made sure she didn’t sit down for a week after that. The only option was to do exactly what he said. Just as suddenly as he grabbed her, he released his hold on her throat.  She wanted to double over, gasping for air, but knew from experience that he would only add to her pain.  

“Clean up the kitchen. I’m goin out to the barn.  When I get back, this goddamn house better be clean and you better have your ugly ass in bed.”  Emma stayed pressed against the wall, eyes closed, as she listened to his footprints, audible this time, head toward the door.  The screen bounced against the door frame as he left the house and she finally slumped to the ground.  After so long, tears no longer came, but she waited for them anyway. She allowed herself a few moments of rest before pushing herself off the floor and beginning her task.  

She was halfway through cleaning the disaster zone of a kitchen when she remembered the puppies. It was too late to intervene at this point.  All she could do was hope they would be quiet.  As fast as she could, she finished cleaning the kitchen and hurried to bed.  At some point, the worrying and fear faded to an uneasy sleep.  She awoke in the pale, pre-dawn light and rolled to her side. In a precise line, next to her pillow, were three still, dead forms.  

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

ScSi

Eren didn't remember anything about what Isabel and Levi talked about, only that Isabel was gone now... when he really needed a friend. Olou had succumbed to his wounds. Despite Hanji's best efforts, he still passed away... and all the kind words towards him now sat heavily in his gut. He'd been so sure that Olou would survive. He'd fought hard, hanging on for over a week but infection had set in, his condition spiralling after that. Tonight everyone was drinking in "celebration" of the memory of those that had been lost. Not up for the company, Eren had swiped a couple bottles of the stuff the officers had been drinking, and holed up in his room. But the more he drank, the worst he felt. It was like some massive abyss had opened inside of him, sucking all the happiness from the world with it. He was on his second bottle before his friends found him, having swiped their own bottles of booze. Though his room was far too small, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin and Krista were all there with him now. A few other recruits had somehow managed to end up there too. While the company was kind of nice, no one actually understood. He'd respected Olou. He was a crucial part of the team, and now he was gone forever. It wasn't fair. Olou deserved to live. Not like him... As the night slipped away his friends gradually left, due to the fact Levi's room was so close to his. More than a little drunk, he didn't even know what he was doing or saying, only that he didn't want to be alone. Not anymore. He wanted someone to want him and to care about him... if it was just for the night. Laying back on his bed, he felt the weight shift as some climbed in next to him. With his eyes still closed, lips ghosted against his as if he'd voiced his need for contact outloud. Not caring who it was, he kept his eyes closed and gave up, the kissing slowly growing more heated until the pair of them were grinding up against each other, Eren panting for more as they fumbled each other's pants open, at least it was a guy... that was something... palming at his partner's erection, he mewed as his own fisted roughly. He needed more. He wanted this empty feeling filled, bucking their hips up against each other, he was so close when they were interrupted "What the fuck do you two think you're doing?!" The kiss was broken, the warm body pulled away from him by Levi of all people "Are you shitty brats seriously drunk?! You. Get out!" There was a mumbled "Yes, sir", before the thud of stumbling steps left the roof "Are you serious?" Panting, Eren couldn't care less if Levi could see his tenting erection. If Levi liked to interrupt his "fun", then he could see what he was missing "What does it even matter?" "What do you mean, "What does it matter?". Your body isn't normal. You can't just let someone between your legs because you're sad" "Whatever" "Eren..." "What the fuck do you expect me to do?! If... if I'd done better or been better, Olou might have survived! Now he's dead! I hate this! I hate being this monster! I hate it!" Breaking down into sobs his whole body shook, finally he curled into himself as he screamed into his pillows "I hate this! I hate it!" "Eren..." "Don't say my name! Don't say it like you care! No one fucking cares!" There was a snarl, then Eren was being lifted from his bed "Olou died. He died and it's fucking shitty, but we all tried our hardest to save him. Hanji gave her everything. Petra stayed by his non-stop. We're all fucking hurting" "I'm so tired of hurting" "We all are" Levi carried him from his room, the walk was short before he was lowered back down again "Stay still, you can't sleep like that" For a second Eren's heart leapt, before he realised what Levi meant. Stripping off his pants and boots, Levi then covered him with his blankets "S-sir?" "I'm not going to leave you alone tonight" Passing out in his captains bed, Eren had no idea things were going to be worse once morning came. * Flustered, Levi watched Eren sleeping in his bed. He'd walked in some heavy petting, after catching Eren's scent in the hallway, and damn near imploded on the spot. With his legs spread, Eren and the male Corps member were in their own world, clumsily and sloppily palming at each without caring about the fact the door was wide open. He felt... enraged. Enraged that someone else was touching Eren. And betrayed by his emotions because he knew how badly he wanted to kill the kid touching Eren. They hadn't talked much since Isabel had possessed Eren, but the kid had done all his duties faultlessly. He'd thought he was ok, but Olou's death was hitting all of them hard. Saying goodbye was never nice. But perhaps because he'd spoken to Isabel, the pain wasn't exactly what he'd thought it would be. Olou had died with Petra by his side. Knowing he was loved and respected, and that his body would find its way back to his family. Levi had hoped to talk to Eren, but the brat had passed out on him before he could. Waking Eren, the boy looked like shit. Yawning softly as he crawled from Levi's bed with a small whine "What happened?" "You had a bit too much to drink last night, but I don't have time to fill you in on the particulars" "I... don't think I like alcohol" "You should definitely stay away from it. We need to get you showered and down to Hanji" "What? Why don't to Hanji?" "During yesterday's wake, we have two government officials arrive. They want to run tests again" Eren's already pale face lost its remaining colour. The teen clamped a hand to his mouth as he rushed to the bathroom, his sound of wretching summing up Levi's feelings on the matter entirely. The two officials had already made themselves at home in Hanji's office, Hanji having been evicted to the hallway where she playing with pony tail nervously. Clearing his throat to give her the heads up that they were approaching, the woman pushed herself away from the wall with her foot "Eren! I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were coming" "Not so loud Hanji. He discovered the delights of alcohol last night" "Ooooh! Is he having his first hangover? I hope you've made him drink plenty of water" "No. I thought I'd just shove him into your office without anything to eat or drink" "Levi!" "He's joking Hanji..." Truthfully, he'd tried to make Eren eat and drink something, but the boy had nibbled on some bread before deciding he couldn't eat "Do you know what they have planned for him?" "No. I'm not allowed to see any of their test results or even be present. Also, Erwin was looking for you" "For me, or for Eren" "For you" Shuffling past him, Eren let Hanji pull him into a hug "You should go see Erwin, I'll be ok" "Eren, you don't have to put up with this. You can demand they stop at anytime. Or call for me, or Erwin. You don't deserve to go through everything alone" "It'll be fine... I'll be fine. Where am I going?" "They're waiting in my office" "Ok... I guess I'll see you both later" The kid looked like a kicked puppy as he let go of Hanji, the look making Levi wish he could steal him away from the pain to come, but apparently Shitty Eyebrows wanted him. Staying long enough for Eren to disappear from his sight, Levi then turned to leave "Let me know the moment they release him" "Will do. I'm worried though. His next heat..." "You're worried they'll send him into heat early?" "Yes. There's a house Erwin wants Eren to use for his heats, but if he goes into heat here... There's nothing prepared" "Make a list of what you think he'll need. I'll take care of it once I've talked to Erwin" "I don't think he'll give you permission to act alone" "I don't care what he wants. We both know Eren's going to be tortured again, and we both know he won't be fit to return to active duty immediately" "Oh! So you're going to take him down to the house?" "Sometimes I wonder how someone so smart, can take so long to catch on" "Did you just admit I was smart?! Aww, Levi! Come here" Flipping Hanji off, Levi stormed away before she hug him. He didn't understand why she always had to be like this. Couldn't she just not make a big fuss about these things? Levi's lack of sleep had his legs aching as he marched along the hall to Erwin's office. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, most over the guilt he felt over leaving Eren in the Governments hands. Reaching Erwin's door, he knocked light and let himself in "Levi. Come in" Raising his arm, Levi shook his head "I'm not hungry. Hanji said you wanted to see me?" "I have a mission for you" "For me? Or for Eren and I?" "Eren will not be available until after his heat" "What? Why?" "The Government has been working on a potential suppressant. If all goes well, his heat won't happen at all" "They found a way to stop them?" "Potentially. As I said, I have a mission for you and for the rest of the squad" "We just Olou" "I know, and as unfortunate as it is, we can't delay" "What about Eren? What if he shifts?" "I've been assured he will be sedated, not killed" Because that was going to work... not... "Levi, we can't afford for you to sit this one out. There was recently reports of intelligent werewolves, other than Eren. Naturally, as this information has come second hand from individuals in the Underground, we don't expect it to be accurate, yet we're on official warning over Eren's actions" "They're using the fact he shifted and saved lives to make you chase after your own tail again" "We aren't in a position to say no" "That's why Eren's off being tortured again, and we're rubbing our noses in the lap of the Government like a bitch in heat" "Levi. None of us want this for Eren. If though Hanji removed his womb, he still goes into heat and I know I don't have to remind you how problematic that is" "And what if does go into heat? What if I'm sent into whatever that was again" "Hanji is calling it a blood rut. You were consumed with both the need for blood and to breed" "It sounds fucking disgusting" "Take it up with her. I've prepared extra vials for your trip" "If I'm going that far, I'm going to need money" "What for?" "Information isn't free. I'm not going to get anything out of anyone without a generous amount of money. Besides, Hanji needs supplies" "I'll need a full report for reimbursement. Receipts too" "I know how to do this, but you're not going to be getting receipts from the underground" Slowly opening his bottom drawer, Erwin pulled out a coin pouch, throwing it on the table with a sigh "Take whoever you need. Petra might wish to visit her family" "Will we be escorting Olou's body?" "No. He will escorted separately" "She should be with him. She knows the family. I'll take both Eld and Gunther. The three of us will we enough" "You have my permission to embark once prepared" Erwin offered his arm again, Levi walking across the room to take it in his hands, his teeth sliding into Erwin's arm "Drink what you need" If he did that, Erwin would be drained. Maybe he should just drain his commander anyway? They'd hardly been acting like the friends they were supposed to be... he wasn't entirely innocent, but even this mission felt like something thrown together to seperate him from Eren. Though that may have been his own paranoia. * The Underground never changed, it was still the shitty cesspool he remembered it to be. The streets were clogged with rubbish, the drains all blocked and the aqueduct running through the middle of the place was choked with rubbish and river weeds, while its water was an unhealthy green. Nothing ever changed here, and nothing ever would. No one had the strength of will to rise above and any who were idiotic enough to think they could change things, were the first to find a knife in the back. Their bodies would be picked clean, clothes and all, before being left to rot like a pile of trash, that even their family disowned. With all things laid so open, there was little wonder why Eld and Gunther were both armed to the teeth. They'd arrived in the Underground four days prior, and despite having spent a generous amount of Erwin's money, all they'd learnt was their were still people stupid enough to try their luck outside the walls. Honestly, Levi wanted to wash his hands on all of this and return the castle, as all he could think was that Eren was being tortured while he was in a hell of his own, but Eld and Gunther were persistent and insistent. They'd covered over half the usual dives, and Levi was absolutely sure they weren't about to hear anything magically useful. Still, here they were at another one. Levi somehow locked in a glaring contest with the bar keeper, who had nothing to say to a dog of the military. Even if pulling a knife had brought him up short, the man was staying tight lipped "Do you, or do you not know anything about recent werewolf attacks" Spitting in his face, the man laughed openly. With a fluid move, Levi pinned the man's left hand to bar, cutting off his little finger with a satisfying ting when the blade hit the metal of the bar "Remember anything yet" "I ain't got nothing to tell you!" Screaming it now, Levi rolled his eyes as he hefted a sigh "Then who does" "Ke-nny. He's the one shooting his mouth" "Kenny?" "The reaper" "He's dead" "No he ain't!" "I killed Kenny with my own hands. Whoever that is, it's not Kenny" "He calls himself Kenny!" Whimper pathetically, Levi released his hand. The man pulling it up to his chest "I suggest you give me some real information if you want to keep all the rest of your fingers" "I don't got anything else to say! You know what it's like here! Without rumours, this place would be too boring to stomach" "So you're saying everything werewolf related is a joke?" "Them up there were talking about it" "And Kenny?" "He's the one who goes out the walls!" Whatever this man had been drinking, it was clearly killing off whatever was left in the braincell department. He probably couldn't wipe his own arse. So much for the bravado he'd tried to portray. With his ruined reputation, this place would probably be looted and burnt to the ground by the end of the night "You're lucky I don't take another finger for wasting my time" "Sir?" "We're leaving. There's nothing here" "What about Kenny?" "He's long gone. You're free to stay if you really want" Returning to sunshine, it felt like his skin was trying to shed it outer layer. The filth attached its self within seconds of stepping foot down there, and it felt like no matter how many times he scrubbed, he'd never be clean. As Eld and Gunther split off from him, Levi returned to the room he was using at the Military base, impressed to find the supplies he'd requested had already been delivered. Most of them were for Eren, and to stock the house he'd used for his future heats. The blankets, pillow and soap he already purchased sat almost forgotten in the corner of his room. He'd taken his time on the first day at the Capital to make sure he'd have the money to buy Eren nice things... nicer things. Things the kid would like and would help to assure him that he was indeed human. He wasn't going to stay with the kid for his heat, but he could make sure Eren was doing better mentally before he entered it. An hour later the clothes he'd been wearing were in the trash, a fresh uniform felt almost like heaven in comparison to those disease riddled things. Sitting on his bed, he was checking his correspondence. There was nothing of real interest. Erwin had sent a letter saying Eren was still being held, but he hadn't shifted. Olou's body had been returned to his family and Petra was taking a weeks leave. The woman would be rendezvousing with them at the end of the week... meaning he was now stuck for another 2 days. Fucking Shitty Eyebrows and fucking Petra. And fuck the bartender for bringing up Kenny. If he could forget the man, he would in a heartbeat... He could just picture Kenny's smug face when he came face to face with whoever had taken up his name. That creepy smile. The laugh. The double tap to heart for insulting him. Everything about the man had revolted him and maybe that was why he was half tempted to track down whoever was using his name. Just to see the difference with his own eyes. Sighing to himself, he forced himself off the bed and over to the desk, he needed to pen a reply back to Erwin. With next to nothing to do, the next two days passed exceedingly slowly. His presence had brought out the weirdos of the Military base, many of them wanting to ask his advice. Eld and Gunther had both found it funny until he'd starting sending them pair of them to answer any all questions, filling their schedules to the point where his own was empty. The only thing of any importance that he'd accomplished in those two days was picking up a few nice tins of black tea, and new fine china cup. * Petra talked almost nonstop during the ride back to the castle. The woman in much higher spirits than expected, leaving him wanted to yell at her to shut up. Erwin hadn't replied to his last message, and fucked up dream about Kenny had left him feeling on edge. Next time, Erwin could send someone else to the Underground, because it had been a colossal waste of his time. He could have literally been watching paint dry and it would have been more enjoyable, not to mention he wouldn't have had to destroy a set of clothes of it. Nudging his heels, his horse broke into gallop, the wind feeling refreshing as it chased the last lingering scents of septic from his nose. Fuck the Underground. Having dropped back to trot, Petra moved to his side again. The woman frowning at him as if he'd done something wrong "Sir?" "What is it?" "Eld and Gunther mentioned Eren was being experimented on again. Do you think he'll be ok?" "No" "No, you don't?" "No. I'm expecting it to be a shit storm when we get home" "Do you know what they're doing to him?" "They have some procedure that is supposed to stop his heat" "Is that safe?" "How am I supposed to know?" "It's just... Eren is such a kind kid" "He's certainly worked his way into your heart" "He gave everything he could to try and help Olou. I wish I knew how to thank him" "Like that" "Like what?" "Eren's pretty thick. If you want to thank him, than you actually have to use the words" "He seemed annoyed the last time I thanked him" "The fact you did so 8 times had nothing to do with it" "Maybe. I still wish I could give him something" "If you really want to give him something, just say thanks and leave it at that. And whatever you do, don't got giving him anything alcoholic" Petra giggled, covering her mouth with her hand "You could have been handled that situation better" "He told you?" "No, you scared the hell out of the soldier he was with. The poor guy was running down the hall with his pants around his ankles" Levi wished he'd seen that, instead he been too focused on the fact that someone other than him had been touching Eren, then forcing the kid to spend the night sleeping in his bed, attempting to erase the shitty smell of the unknown man's arousal "He had it coming" "Eren's body might be different, but you could have left them alone" "And what if he bit his lip and shifted, or what if he'd had a panic attack and shifted?" "I'm pretty sure if being interrupted by you didn't upset him, nothing would" "The kid was wasted. He pretty much passed out as soon as his pants and boots were off" He sounded way too bitter for it to be passed off as simple annoyance "Do you think they'll become something more?" "It was just a drunk hook up" "With his friend" "Wait? He knew the guy?" That... that... Levi didn't have a word for exactly how he was feeling over this. Drunk and random hookups were pretty common, but hooking up with someone you knew and someone you were friends with. It was more than petty jealousy that was causing his heart to race, his chest to tighten and his reins to snap in his hands. It was something vile and evil. "I don't know the boy's name, I've seen him with Armin and Mikasa before, so perhaps they'd know. Do you think they're together? Maybe he'd like to spend Eren's heat with him?" "It was just a fucking hook up. There's nothing there and no one will be spending Eren's heat with him. If you have that much free time on your hands to dribble this shit, fall back and check on Eld and Gunther" Fuck. Fucking Eren. This was what the shitty brat did to him. He ruined his carefully constructed facade and reputation in a manner of minutes. Stroking the base embers of his desires into an inferno... without even being into the same space as him. Rather than looking hurt, Petra just shook her head with another giggle, shooting him a knowing look before dropping back to the supply cart. Fuck.