#fritz x reader

[moonlight-prose]

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips w/ fritz bestie please i am begging he has kissable lips 😩

EARTH ANGEL

a/n: because manny jacinto is finally showing up my dash constantly, i felt like i had to write something for the one and only fritz. this is courtesy of us just screaming about him. a nonstop convo about how beautiful he is. also cause top gun summer 3.0 is necessary when the weather hits 90 and you want to crawl out of your skin. this is unedited and beta read by you babes.

summary: what does it mean to belong to someone? to be stuck in their gravitational pull, to feel that cosmic connection that makes breathing difficult when they were away.

OR a dance, a song, and the aspect of forever all leads to one conclusion. falling in love with fritz was inevitable.

word count: 3.2k+

pairing: bill ‘fritz’ avalone x f!reader

warnings: so much fluff it’s scary, romance, the hopefulness of two hopeless romantics, fluff, flirty vibes from our man fritz, he's obsessed it's so cute, the good gooey feelings that make people do stupid things for love.

Celebratory cheers bounced off the walls as you did your best not to get knocked on your ass. People crowded the bar, beer in their hands and requests for more flying off their lips. And you did what you could to sink into the corner. Away from those that were already on the road to slurring their words given the demeanor of the setting. People were floating on cloud nine. Over the damn moon as the mission they stressed over suddenly became a success.

The condensation dripped onto your hand, slipping down your wrist when you took a sip. You should have wiped it away on your sundress, but the scene before you distracted every one of your senses. Rooster was three beers in, a shot of something amber beside him, as he sang at the top of his lungs. His fingers danced over the keys.

Surprising given that he was tipping over the piano, his eyes glazed and gleaming. A group of pilots you tried to make sense of practically fell beside him, their voices shouting above the others. The serenity of bliss drawn on their faces. You figured they were the ones who'd accomplished the job.

"Can I buy you a drink honey?" The drunken slur of a pilot tripping his way towards you nearly threw you off, but with a tip of your beer and a lazy smile you watched him accept defeat. His eyes already set to a redhead seated at the bar - her gaze locked on him with a hunger you only felt for one man.

"You shouldn't hide away," Phoenix called, sliding into the corner with you, two beer necks wrapped in each hand. Another round to kill the stress of the day—to remember they weren't just pilots.

You grinned. "Who says I'm hiding?"

A quirk of her eyebrow and a murmured mhm called you out faster than you anticipated. Hiding wasn't the prerogative. If you had another beer in your system, you'd be sitting by Rooster attempting to match his note for one of your own. But celebration wasn't to be had if the one you were waiting for hadn't waltzed through the door yet. His friends trailing behind him, wolf whistles traded for smirks from pretty women at the bar.

"He'll be here soon," she said, nodding towards the door. "Mav kept them longer than usual."

"Who says I'm waiting for someone?"

She laughed, a shrug thrown your way as she meandered through the mess of rowdy pilots. "Who says you're not?"

Any other pilot would have figured you wanted away from the noise, any of them wouldn't have seen how your eyes fell to the door whenever it swung open. But Phoenix...she could see the faint emotion that shone in your eyes. She saw how you laughed a bit harder in his presence, how he actually talked longer, how your hands brushed when you thought no one was looking. You were an open book, and Phoenix was rapidly turning the pages to see how this particular story came to an end.

"Phoenix—"

The call fell on deaf ears as she rejoined her boys. A seat procured for her by the pool table within seconds. They may give her shit left and right, but you caught the way respect bled from their hearts when she entered the scene. A comradery that left even you breathless.

They'd die for each other.

They nearly had.

You nearly wondered what that felt like: being so in tune with someone your whole body lit up when they entered a room. Yet the echo of the door swinging open—a cheer of a voice you recognized - yanked the breath from your lungs. Seconds passed like hours, and the hair on the back of your neck stood to attention, as you turned. Already searching the crowd for that someone—the other half of your cosmic connection.

If you had a favorite color before catching sight of his eyes, you couldn't remember it. The inclination of your favorite song was diminished the second his laughter fell upon your senses. You suddenly couldn't recall a day where you didn't breathe for him, where your life didn't hold meaning unless you shared a smile and said hello. He'd become the sun, and you found you didn't mind being dragged into his gravitational pull. As long as you could orbit around him without end.

"Penny!" Harvard yelled over the noise of Rooster doing encore number three of Great Balls of Fire. "Three beers please and thank you!"

You smiled into your beer, the bitter flavor flooding your taste buds as a third member of the dynamic duo appeared in their midst. His head turning, eyes flicking through the throng of people, as he searched rapidly. He smiled at Yale, nodded his head at a woman who rammed into him, and finally caught your gaze with a deep exhale.

And suddenly...you could breathe properly again.

He mumbled his farewells, snuck the beer off the counter, and slipped quietly towards you.

People believed he remained silent because Harvard and Yale were loud enough for him. You found he had plenty to say. As long as someone was willing to listen. If it were up to you, he'd never stop talking. Simply so you could hear the deep echo of his voice on a constant loop. Your favorite tune, ever since he caught your eye at basic training. The question of an empty chair beside you suddenly turning into so much more.

"You're still in your flight suit," you said, hoping the light airiness of your voice was enough to avoid thinking about how your skin turned hot the second he showed up.

When it came to Fritz...you became aware of yourself in a way that didn't exist. How you moved, how you spoke.

Before him you were in darkness. He simply figured out how to turn on the switch and allow light in.

"Yeah," he let out another breath, sipping at his beer. You tracked the drip of condensation that fell on his neck, your stomach twisting at the sight. "We got the ritual speech of why we didn't go. You know the one."

"Ah. The I'm sorry but you're still a great pilot speech."

He smiled and the ground vanished beneath you. "That exact one actually."

"I'm sure he...added a cherry on top of the bullshit."

Fritz choked, laughter spilling from his lips like a contagion you longed to catch. When he felt joy, you partook. When he laughed, you couldn't help yourself. He was an addiction. The reason why you even came to San Diego in the first place.

Whether he knew that was a different story altogether.

"I'm guessing you made it out early." His eyes fell to your white sundress, red flowers sprinkled along the near sheer fabric. "Nice dress," he mumbled into his drink, eyes a bit darker than before as they trailed upwards, stopping briefly at the way it was pulled into a tie above your breasts.

You'd done it into a mess of a bow, hoping the look didn't resemble too much of a present. His gaze barely came up to your eyes before falling again, transfixed by the sight. And you found you didn't mind if he unwrapped you with the same glee as a kid on his birthday. You wanted him to.

"Thanks," you replied softly, the quick echo of your heart deafening against the noise of the bar.

Rooster's name was being chanted like a prayer, his body shimmying and swaying as he began to start up another round of the same song. People were more than happy to sing along with him. Until the familiar hum of the jukebox prickled in the air, a slow song blaring from the speakers. You leaned up on your toes, eyes catching the sight of Hangman appearing from the back of it with a glare on his face. His middle finger directed towards a half drunk Rooster; who met him with a finger of his own.

"Serves Rooster right," you began, turning back to Fritz with a flutter of your skirt. "That would have been number four."

He snorted. "Only Rooster wouldn't get hit for that."

"Oh I'm pretty sure Hangman was five seconds away from it."

The Penguins crooned softly as people began to calm slightly, dispersing to tables and disappearing out the back towards the firepit. And you stood there silently with Fritz, your beer now tepid and disgusting. If you had the chance, you'd have asked him to head out to the firepit, but he turned back towards the bar. Probably for one more drink.

"Right." You pulled at the skirt of your dress.

You wanted to play it back, say something entirely different. Ask him to join you by the fire pit with another beer in his right hand and your palm in his left. But the words were stuck like molasses in the back of your throat, fighting against release. Phoenix was begrudgingly dancing with Bob, her lips refusing a smile that you knew lingered beneath the surface. And Fanboy sat beside Payback, crooning the lyrics as best they could.

The temptation to join them pulled at your chest, an echo of that yearning for comradery appearing again. Perhaps if you asked Fritz he'd say yes. You could follow their lead, enjoy the night before you went your separate ways once more.

You could pretend to be whole for one night.

And life would feel worth living.

"Hey Avalone—" You were stopped short by the sight of his hand stretched towards yours, his lips in a small smile that screamed hope. That pleaded for an answer to this unspoken question.

Like the rest of them...you replied silently. With the belief that words simply weren't enough in this situation.

Slipping your hand into his, you allowed him to lead you towards the empty spot near Phoenix and Bob. Dazed and slightly worried that the singular beer you drank was affecting you more than it should. Even as the actual reason had your hand clasped tight. You wanted to ask what effect he held over you, what intangible bond he created without your knowledge. It might give you an explanation as to why you felt this way: stuck in a dream filled haze, with only his light to guide you out.

And maybe one day Fritz would tell you he gripped you so tight for fear of him tripping. Maybe he'd finally explain why he told you so much, why his body buzzed the second you walked in a room. Maybe he'd tell you that he suspected he loved you after watching you fly a jet, but knew he loved you when you nearly toppled him over playing volleyball on the beach.

But for now...he expressed what he could without words. Afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd say the wrong ones.

With a swift turn, he tugged you closer on unsteady feet. A full smile pulling at his lips when you grasped his shoulders for balance.

He wouldn't let you fall. Not here...not in the sky as your wingman, and certainly not out of the love you felt for him. People said this emotion was fleeting. A lost fictitious hope that merely existed with words on a page, but there was no denying how his heart grew warmer when you were near. How he knew he could speak to you for hours at a time, yet never run out of things to say.

You were it.

That indescribable thing no one could give a name to.

"I didn't take you for the dancing type," you joked, swallowing around your nerves that jumped across your skin.

He stepped closer, his arm slipping around your waist. The way your chest hitched didn't go unnoticed by him; although rather than mention it, he put you out of your misery and kept speaking.

"I'm not."

"Let me guess...it's the song?"

He shrugged, swaying you into a gentle step you could follow with ease. "Well...it's not not the song."

A quick glance over told you that the Daggers were eyeing the both of you with great interest. As if you and Fritz were the entertainment they'd been searching for all night. The turning point of a love story they'd been a part of for years. The page sat ready to be turned, the final line of the novel practically burning a hole through the back cover, yet you couldn't read what it said.

"So it's...only the song?"

"No." If it were any other night, you'd be sharing a plate of nachos at a booth somewhere in the back. He'd be three stories deep into a conversation, and you'd be falling a bit harder the longer you listened.

Tonight however, he seemed—nervous.

"No?" You wanted to pry open his thoughts, see what he believed this was—what you were to him.

"If it wasn't the song? If I asked you because of something else, what would you do?" His hand clutched yours a bit tighter, the familiar callous on the base of his wrist helped keep you grounded.

"Depends on what it is." You sucked in a breath. "Will I...I've been thinking—"

"Yes?"

Your eyes met his softened gaze, the echo of an emotion you couldn't place shone in the deep brown. And you wanted to beg him to explain it to you. To tell you everything he'd never said out loud, in the hopes they mimicked what you held near and dear to your heart every day.

"Ever since I've known you...um..." Getting it out felt as if you were attempting to delicately attempt a surgery - prying them free from your chest with a chisel. "Actually since the day we met...fuck...it's not easy to say."

He tugged you a bit closer as he turned. "I know." He smiled, eyes falling to your lips, the curve of their shape, how they formed around his name. "It's not just the song. It's you."

Breathing no longer existed as the beat of your heart went haywire. Could he feel the pulse of it on your wrist? The way it bent and twisted as if leaping from your chest. You wanted to respond, tell him all the things that went unspoken, but once he found his words...they refused to go unheard.

"It's always been you. I should have told you before tonight. Believe me—I wanted to. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you." He let out a soft breathy laugh and you could practically taste his words on your tongue. "And I think you knew."

"Will..." Your teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eyes falling to his as the words you longed to hear finally left them.

"I love you." The sting of tears burned your eyes, your hand clutching his shoulder harder as he kept going. "Since the first day." He laughed nervously and an image of him, you, and a house flashed through your mind. "Well actually. The day you knocked me on my ass playing volleyball is when I knew for sure."

"Yeah?" you murmured, fighting back the stream of tears.

He seemed to catch how the light illuminated them, his hand slipping from yours to cup your cheek. "Yeah. Only my girl could be that competitive."

His girl.

The story was written the day you greeted him with a smile. The ending inscribed into your futures with permanent ink, carved into the rock of your headstones. And you could see it now—the familiar dip in the road that matched his perfectly. Falling in love with Fritz was always in the cards. A play you had no choice but to make.

He was your forever the second you shared the same oxygen.

"Fritz..."

He smiled, thumb running across the apple of your cheek. "Yeah baby?"

Chills ran down your spine as heat spilled into your stomach. The polarity of the two nearly toppled you to the ground, but he held you tight. Unwilling to let you go.

The song was slowly coming to the final chorus—the noise of the bar didn't register to your ears anymore as you hung onto his every word. Desperate for him to say those three words over and over and over. Until he lost all the breath in his lungs.

"I hope you know I love you."

His lips pulled into a smile that held your attention in its grasp. What you wouldn't give to see that every morning and night. To be the sole reason why something so beautiful appeared. He smiled and you felt the gravity beneath your feet give way, your stomach bursting to life with a flurry of butterflies.

"I should have said it before this mission. Or even a year ago. But I was scared you didn't feel the same wa—"

With a soft chuckle, he dipped down slightly, catching your lips with his softly. And every thought, every explanation you could give him, died on your tongue. He was gentle with you, as if this was a new version of the dance you'd shared throughout the years. The steps, familiar yet foreign enough to trip you up. It wasn't until you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, your hand finding its way to the hair on the base of his neck, did the hesitation fall away.

He itched to haul you to his chest and properly kiss you. But the burn of eyes prickled along his back. There was an audience, witnesses to the first step into your future, and Fritz felt himself tense slightly. If he had a choice, he'd show you how long he wanted this. How he ached for this.

He'd make up for lost time.

The song filtered to an end, a new one he couldn't place starting up. He refused to pull away.

With a sigh, you melted into his hold, a noise echoing in the back of your throat as his tongue slid along yours. The tang of his beer mixing with yours. He kissed you with the promise of more, the knowledge that tonight you'd take his hand and follow him home. You felt his hand bunch the skirt at your back, fingers digging into your waist, and you moaned softly—desperate for his skin to sear yours.

"Get a room, lovebirds!" Hangman shouted, leaning against the jukebox beer in hand. Yet he let the quarter in his hand slide through the slot, another love song clicking to life as he complained with a smile.

Fritz jolted back, his lips swollen and vibrating. He could still taste you on his tongue, still hear the echo of your moan in his head. You looked dazed, almost lovestruck. And suddenly he understood what it really meant to be hungry.

"Remind me to thank Hangman later," he mumbled against your lips, addicted to the way they curved beneath his.

"He'll take credit for this."

He shrugged. "I'm okay with that."

You locked your other arm around his neck, nose brushing his as you eyed his lips. The red stain on his cheeks had your heart skipping as many beats as it could. What you wouldn't give to have a picture of him like this. Stuck in a haze of love that you put him in.

With a stupefied grin, you felt him start to lead you through the next dance. The steps perfectly in tune with his—as it was always meant to be. "So am I."

[gamequeenanya]

You and your FNAF boyfriend (Security Guards!)

Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3

Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.

Mike / Michael Afton:

Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.

You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.

Uh oh.

Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.

Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!

Luckily it's a private session.

Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)

Most ticklish to pokes.

Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!

Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)

Jeremy:

It's actually he that tickles you first.

Did it to get your attention.

You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…

The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.

But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D

Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.

You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!

Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)

Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.

Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.

Fritz:

Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D

Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.

We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!

Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!

Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!

Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!

Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!

Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.

William:

Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?

Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.

It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…

He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.

After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.

Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.

Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.

Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!

Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).

But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)

Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.

Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.

Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!

Phone Guy / Scott:

My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.

You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.

Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3

It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)

Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.

Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!

But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3

With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!

What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)

Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.

Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)

Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3

[sarahsmi13s]

Didn’t Like Me That Much

(not my gif)

pairing: ex!bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader

characters: bradley bradshaw, reader, billy avalone (fritz), natasha trace, the squad

warnings: angst, heartbreak, loss of feelings, unrequited love, forgiveness, i believe that’s all

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: this is inspired by a song and more specifcally this tiktok

also, most of this will be in a memory

post 2/3?

quick summary: you had fallen in love with bradley - who just didn’t like you that much

You looked in the mirror, adjusting your outfit for going to the beach with your boyfriend.

“Honey, are you sure you’re okay with going? He’s gonna be there,” Fritz asked, wiping down his sunglasses on his shirt. You nodded, “I’ll be okay, Billy. I promise.” He slipped his sunglasses on, “Okay, but if you get even the slightest bit uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll leave.” “Okay.”

Truth was, you would be just fine. You had come to terms with your break up with Bradley Bradshaw a long time ago. You no longer held ill feelings towards the man and were actually thankful for the breakup; it led you to the man in front of you that loved you with everything he had and didn’t have.

You gave Fritz a big smile and grabbed his hand, “Come on, I know you hate being late.”

********

As Billy drove from your place to the Hard Deck, you couldn’t help but to think about your relationship with Bradley.

You hadn’t really spoken sense the break up, getting the occasional update from Natasha on how he was.

But now you were about to see him and you had no idea what to say.

****

You were Natasha's roommate for the longest time. You’ve been friends with her ever since middle school and you stayed best friends as you got older.

That’s how you met Bradley.

Phoenix had come home one holiday season with a stray attached to her hip.

“Y/N, this is Rooster, he’s the one I’ve been telling you about. Rooster, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N.” He shook your hand, “Nice to meet you, Phoenix has told me a lot about you.” You smiled, “Same here, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Well, face to the call sign.”

He laughed at your little joke and you thought it may have been the prettiest laugh you had ever heard.

****

It hadn’t taken you long to fall for him, it was quite easy actually.

Bradley had done everything right, whether he did it consciously or not. You had fallen in love.

And Bradley thought he had as well. You were great; beautiful, funny, sensitive, and caring. He definitely had some feelings for you, but he incorrectly labeled them.

But he didn’t know. So, he acted on his feelings and asked you on a date – to which of course you said yes.

Things were great for the first few months, but then Bradley realized that he didn’t love you like he originally thought. But he wanted this to work, he really did, and you were so happy, he didn’t want to hurt you. So he kept up his act.

However, he fell into a routine.

And that routine lasted for months before you decided to stop denying it.

“Hey, Bradley, can we talk?” You asked over the phone, biting your nail as you leaned on the kitchen counter. Your heart was racing as you tried not to sound like you had been crying. “Yeah of course. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Rooster had also reached his breaking point with his charade. He needed to come clean and break up with you before it eventually turned into fighting. Maybe you could try again later; you know ‘right person, wrong time’.

When Bradley got to yours and Natasha’s place, he went in and found you on the couch.

You were hugging a pillow and staring blankly at the coffee table.

He cautiously sat down beside you, “Hey, what’s up Sweetheart?” You rested your chin on top of the pillow. “Do you like me?” He blinked for a second, processing your question. “Of course I like you.”

That’s when you looked at him, “But do you love me?”

His throat dried up. Neither of you had said the three words yet, but you had other ways of saying it.

“Where is this coming from?” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but you dodged his hand. “Y/N…”

You sniffled, “Are you trying to hurt me? Was this whole relationship just a scheme to get off on making someone fall in love with you?” You didn’t yell the words, barely said them above a whisper – mainly because you were just speaking from a place of pain and insecurity and didn’t really believe them.

But you wanted him to see what his actions, no matter how they were intended, had done to you.

“No. God, no, Y/N. I would never want to hurt you-” “Well you did, Rooster.” This time you practically hissed out the call sign like it burnt your tongue. But you still didn’t raise your voice, and that’s what hit him the hardest.

You started to play with your nails, picking at the skin around them and not looking at the pilot anymore. 

“We need to break up.” 

Rooster nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. “I think that might be the best for now. But please know I didn’t intend to hurt you…”

You weren’t sure why you expected him to fight and want to stay together. He had checked out a while ago.

You looked up at him, a tear slipping past your eye that he wanted to wipe away. “Then why did you do it?” He opened his mouth, but his words had left him. 

There was no reasoning of his actions that would change how you felt or what they did to you. He closed his mouth and frowned, disappointed in himself.

Nodding and tonguing your lip, you played with the throw pillow. “You should go. I don’t want Nat to see us like this.”

Rooster swallowed, but nodded, “Okay.” He slowly stood up, pausing as if he were about to say something. But instead he gently left a lingering kiss on your cheek, his mustache consequently catching the tear that fell. “I’m sorry.”

He walked to the door, opening it and pausing to look at you, “Goodbye, Y/N.” “Goodbye, Bradley.”

Bradley leaned against the door and ran his hand down his face.

He was relieved to not be acting anymore, but he felt horrible for how he hurt you. He pushed off the door and went to his Bronco.

****

When Phoenix came home she found you stirring tea while staring down at the table.

She sat her gym bag down, eyes skeptical as she walked up to you. She sat down across from you, gently lifting your chin. “Hey honey, what’s wrong?”

You sniffled and pulled back from her, “Rooster and I broke up.”

Her jaw dropped. She had thought you both were great together. “What happened? I thought you guys were in love?”

You pushed away from the table, standing up and throwing your arms out, “Well you thought wrong Nat!” She flinched a little, not expecting the outburst. You took a few deep, angry breaths in through your nose as you paced.

But they soon turned into short breaths that then turned into sobs as you slid down the wall and cried into your hands.

Nat was right by your side, “Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She pulled you into her lap and your head fell onto her shoulder, “What did I do wrong?” Her fingers combed through your hair, “Nothing, you did nothing wrong.”

She sighed, “Maybe it was just a ‘right person, wrong time’ situation. Rooster’s never been great at expressing his emotions. Give him time.”

“Give him time…”

*****

You tried but you couldn’t do it.

Then you got a job offer and, despite it moving you states away for your best friend, you took it.

And that’s how you met the aviator that currently held your heart and had shown you just how much he loved you everyday.

**********

“Y/N? Sweetheart, we’re here,” Fritz pulled you out of your memory.

“Hm? Oh, okay,” you reached down to unbuckle your belt, but his hand stopped you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’m positive.” He smiled and kissed your lips.

You went through the Hard Deck to get to the beach, saying ‘hi’ to Jimmy as you passed the bar and grabbed a drink.

When you got to the beach, Fritz introduced you to everyone.

“Y/N! Oh my gosh! Is that you?” You wiped around at the sound of Phoenix’s voice. “Phoenix!” You ran up to her and embraced her, nearly falling into the sand.

You hadn’t seen her in so long, but when Billy told you she was on with this detachment you were ecstatic to see her.

“I can’t believe you’re here! What are you doing here?” She asked when you pulled away. “I’m here with my boyfriend.” “Boyfriend? Who?”

Fritz wrapped his arms around you, “That would be me, Nix.” “Fritz?! You’re with Fritz Avalone?” You nodded, smiling at him before looking at her, “The one and only.” Billy kissed your cheek before leaving to go set up the bonfire.

Phoenix smiled and squeezed your arm, “You look really happy.” You nodded, looking at where Billy was tossing sand at Harvard. “I am. He makes me so happy. I love him so much.”

Nat couldn’t help but the soaring of her heart. She loved to see you so happy. You’re her best friend and after what happened with Rooster, seeing you so in love, more in love than you had been with Rooster, made her happy for you.

Bradley was happy for you too.

He had made a snack run and when he came back, he saw Fritz tackling you into the sand.

When Phoenix had told him what happened after he left, he felt terrible. He tried to talk to you and reconcile, maybe become friends, but you ignored him. You’d cut him off completely.

And he couldn’t blame you. He’d hurt you; you had every right to not want to talk to him or see him.

He watched from afar, seeing you smile and laugh with Billy. He wanted to wait for you to approach him, let you set the pace.

And after a while you had caught his eye from across the beach as Fritz twirled you. But you didn’t come up to him.

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After Fritz danced with you in the sand and the sun got close to setting, Billy left to get the fire started.

You went over to the cooler and grabbed two beers.

“Hey, Y/N.” Rooster’s timid voice hit your ears from behind you.

You turned and smiled at him, “Hi, Bradley.” He glanced over to where Fritz was, “So, you and Avalone?” You nodded, smiling over your shoulder and Billy, “Yeah, me and Avalone.”

You met each other’s eyes again and he smiled at you, “You seem happy.” “I’m very happy.” He nodded, “That’s good. I’m glad.” “Thank you.”

It was silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Rooster apologized, breaking the uncomfortable air.

You shook your head, “It’s okay.” “It’s not. You didn’t deserve what I did.” “I know, but I’m not upset. Not anymore. I came to terms with it.”

He was confused. “But I-” “I know, Brad. It took me a while, but I realized something when I was healing.” His eyes lit up with curiosity, but he didn’t ask.

“Phoenix had told me something that day, that maybe we were just a case of ‘right person, wrong time’ but that’s not what you were,” you sat down in a beach chair and he followed suit.

“I had made you out to be this villain after we broke up,” you chuckled sadly. “But you weren’t some evil mastermind, you didn’t try to hurt me on purpose.”

He cut in, “But I did-” You held a hand up, “Let me finish.”

You sighed, “I thought that you wanted to attempt and ruin my life, with the whole act you put up those last few months.” You grabbed his hands, “But, I know now, that it wasn’t deliberate. It wasn’t some big plan or grad scheme. You didn’t target me, you’d never do that. And I know that.” You sighed again, pulling your hands away to wipe them on your legs.

“But I am an idiot,” you chuckled again. “So it’s not your fault that I fell in love with someone who just didn’t like me that much.”

Rooster gave you a sad smile, “I truly am sorry for my actions. But I want to emphasize that my loss of feelings had nothing to do with you. They just-” “Roos, I get it. Things happen, feelings change. Maybe they weren’t there to begin with and it felt like it was too late to go back. But I’m not angry with you anymore.”

“So you forgive me?” You rested a hand on his arm, “I forgave you a long time ago.” You stood up and brought him with you. You gave him a hug.

You pulled back, “So forgive yourself, Rooster.” He nodded and ran a hand over his mouth. You gave him a smile before grabbing the two drinks and going over to Fritz.

“Here’s your drink.” Billy took it and smiled, “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead, “What did you and Bradshaw talk about?”

You smiled and glanced over at where Rooster was talking to Maverick. He looked at you and smiled back, giving you a nod and tipping his drink at you.

You let out a sigh of relief, this weight being lifted off your chest.

“I forgave him.”

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Yan!Soldier/General x Fem!Reader

'His little bride.'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, power dynamics, mentions of sa, p-in-v sex, mentions of war and military, implied violence, threats, possible dub-con as reader does not know the full story behind our yan's goals, female and male genitalia, female reader, pet names.

(AN: Not me coming back from the grave to drop a horny fic and this disappear again. Gonna go eat some pumpkin roll.)

Part 2 here

The sound of papers shuffling and a heavy sigh pierces the usual quiet of General Fritz's office, which is only occasionally broken by you dusting or rearranging one of the many books on the various shelves that lined the room. It's been 3 weeks since the invasion of your small town of Cyril, and the few civilian homes not destroyed in the invasion have been turned into functioning barracks and homesteads for the troops that now occupy your town. While not ideal, the army Fritz serves aligns with the beliefs of your villages people much more than the opposition, and while they are still invaders, many believe them to be the lesser of two evils. You remain as quiet as you can as Fritz attends to his work with a furrowed brow.

General Fritz, while known for his excellence in military strategics and his translation skills, seems to be struggling with the morning's crossword puzzle. A man of 42, he has served in his countries army since he was just 15, leaving his family's small farm and quickly rising through the ranks. He's a scarred man, with many gashes, stubble, and hair that when not in public is rather unkempt. Despite the things he's seen, a kindness remains in his bespectacled eyes. He gives up on the crossword puzzle, allowing the paper to fall to his desk with a 'plop!'. You glance over at him, and approach.

"Sir, is there anything you need, you seem a bit, well, stressed." You say, trying not to impose but express concern. When the troops arrived, many men were recruited, and many girls had to seek jobs. Some had to turn to unsavory means to get by, but you were lucky, you supposed. You were scouted out to serve as a guide and servant for the general, to both give information and serve his needs. While the thought of serving a strange man, one much older than you at that had frightened you, he was nothing like the other soldiers you had seen. He was polite, careful not to scare you off, provided you with good quarters, and never laid hands on you. All in all, the situation would have been perfect, had you not missed your family's bakery from which you were taken. For reasons you didn't fully understand, he never wanted you to travel far beyond his estate and into town.

He sighs. "I am fine, my dear girl. Just dealing with some disputes at the border of the county. Nothing you should concern yourself with." He says. He looks up at you, his glasses reflecting the light of his desk lamp. "Would you mind drawing me a bath, my dear? It has been... quite the day, and I think I need some time to relax." You quickly nod, and scurry off to the master bedroom, entering the attached bathroom and beginning to fill the tub with hot water. After some time, Fritz enters, looking as though he is fighting the urge to ask a question. "I... I hate to ask this of you, and say no if at any point in my asking you are uncomfortable or find me uncouth, but-" He hesitates. "I am very tired, and am currently dealing with some rather serious pain in my legs. Past wounds, you know. Would you be offended if I asked for your assistance in bathing?" You blush a little, but a part of you knows he won't try anything. You have noticed he seems to be limping a little more than usual, his mobility decreasing. Plus, you can tell he's only asking because he must, as the look of utter shame on his face suggests this is the last thing he wished to ask of you. "Of course, sir." His breath hitches, but he nods. As he begins to remove his more civilian garb, as he did not wear his uniform on this day, you try to avert your gaze. Still, you catch a glimpse of his pronounced muscles, littered with the occasional scar or blemish. You swallow heavily.

He slides down into the tub, his tensed muscles visibly relaxing as he lets out a groan. "Hmm..." He glances at you. "It's okay to look now, my dear. Sorry to have upset you." You shake your head, as if to assure him that you aren't bothered. He looks at you softly as you go to grab a sponge, a small part of him disappointed that you won't be using your bare hands to lather soap onto him. He shakes this thought off quickly. 'Shame on you!' He scolds himself 'Thinking such thoughts about your sweet servant girl. God, I'm acting like a recruit visiting his first whorehouse'. He is disappointed in himself, but tries to rationalize it by being innocent. Perhaps he just wanted to feel your hands on him, for comfort, for something different. One of the things he likes most about you is your hands. He noticed them when you first were sent to his mansion, much more timid then. You shook his hand, and his large, calloused and veiny hands, rough from years of labor and fighting, practically trembled at the feeling of your soft ones. As he grew to know you better, he would watch as you worked, your delicate hands dusting a vase or folding a sheet. He quickly decided any hard labor around his home be delegated to cadets and privates, when they would make the occasional visit, and sometimes as a disciplinary action. He wanted to keep your hands like you, soft and warm.

"Sir?" Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "Uh- Yes?" He stammers, readjusting his glasses (which oddly enough he always kept on for bath time.). "I was wondering... if I may take a bath sometime soon?" You ask timidly, causing him to frown. "Have you not been able to take one?" He asks. He doesn't remember ever giving such a command, and he would never deny your basic needs. "Well, one of the privates told me that the recruits shower schedule is twice a week, and that I should probably adhere to that at your house." You explain. Fritz grimaces. Of course some recruit would find it funny to torment the General's beloved servant. The soldiers where allowed two showers a week, but you were no soldier. You were a servant. His Servant. His.

"No, my dear, you may bathe whenever you see fit, that rule only applies to my soldiers of low rank. I imagine that young recruit may have been trying to have a laugh at your expense." He huffs. "Please, if you ever see him at the estate again, alert me to him, alright?" You nod, a little put off. You've never seen Fritz truly mad at one of his soldiers, he doesn't even get grumpy often, but now... he's scowling, as if that cadet had come right up to him, spit on his boots, and insulted his mother.

His eyes suddenly flash with a different emotion, as a thought crosses his mind. He bites his lips, trying to keep away the thought, but it's too tempting. "Perhaps..." His hand grips the porcelain edge of the tub. "Perhaps it would be easier for you to bathe me properly, if you were closer." He mumbles, avoiding eye contact. You tilt your head. "What do you mean, sir?" You ask naively. "Well, I just think, you could get a better position to clean me if you were to join me, i-in this bath, I mean." You blush wildly, and he begins to stammer, coming up with reasons it's a good idea. "For one, it would help you to apply the pain balm to my leg, and-" He's out of breath. "And taking a bath now, together, would ensure you are free later if I should need you." He risks a glance up at your face, feeling his turn red to match your own. You swallow. "I... I suppose that would be okay, sir." You mumble. You can't imagine he would hurt you, or try to take advantage of you. If that were the case, you imagine he would have had his way with you already. Besides, you can't deny how you failed to avoid looking at him when his disrobed before his bath. "Just, look away while I undress, please." You say, beginning to undo the corset of your servants attire. "Of course, anything to protect a ladies modesty." He says, quickly using his free hand to shield his eyes.

You slip into the bath water, and he looks up as he hears the water splash upon your entrance. You both remain silent, and you bathe him gently. He holds back sighs of pleasure, as you have forgone the sponge, and now use your bare hands as he had dreamed of moments ago. "Sir?" you break the silence. He lets out a "Hmm?" In response, eyes still closed in satisfaction. "May I ask, why do you never let me go into town? I wish to see my family, and the bakery." You ask. He seems to tense a little, the veins in his arm more prominent. "Because I simply don't have the time to venture there with you right now." He explains. "Yes, but I grew up there! I'm fine to go by my own." You say, a little annoyed he seems to think you're some helpless maid. He lets out a long exhale, before sitting up a little. Even like this in the bath, he towers over you. "It's not you I'm worried about, little one. I'm sure in town, before me and my men arrived, you could hold your own. But you couldn't against my soldiers, and-" He hesitates to tell you this, a part of him not wanting to scare you. "I don't trust half of them around a sweet thing like you." He sighs. You furrow your brows, your face upset. "You mean, like?" You can't bring yourself to say it. He nods. "I prevent it in every way I can, for all women. I do not allow it, but I cannot be everywhere, and the leaders above me do not permit me to dismiss a single man for a transgression like that. We need all the men you can get for the war." He makes a bold move, to cup your cheek. "But, rest assured, I won't let a single one of them lay hands on you. I just fear something could happen outside of my estate, that I could not control." You gulp at the notion, and nod. He sees the sorrow on your face, and strokes your cheek once more. "I will try to take a small holiday, a day or two perhaps, and I will take you to see them, alright?" He feels his heart speed up when he sees the light return to your eyes.

"Oh! Thank you, sir!" You look as if you could cry. He smiles and nods. "I, I must confess, I hope to go sooner rather than alter, I had wished to speak to your father." He says. "About what?" You feel a little fear knaw at you, and you gasp. "Wait, sir, no! He's much to old to fight, and-" Fritz cuts you off with both hands on your shoulder. "No, my dear, no. I'm not going to draft your poor father, do not worry. I would not want to do anything that would worry you so much." He coos, then avoids eye contact again. "I had wished to speak to him. The last time we spoke, we made a deal that you were to work for me as a servant girl, but..." You nod for him to continue. "I have found that house chores and labor do not suit you." You frown at his words. Had you not been doing a good enough job. "I'm sorry, sir, if I've not been performing well, please don't fire me. My family needs the money." He seems shocked once again, and laughs awkwardly. "God, I do seem to be bad at saying what I mean, don't I?" He shakes his head. "I mean that I think such things are below you. I... I should like to take you as my bride, if you and he should permit it." Your eyes widen. You hadn't expected that. What would he have you do as his bride? He senses your nervousness, and continues. "I assure you, it can have as much or as little intimacy as you wish. You needn't even act as a proper wife to me, I just-" He seems to be struggling to explain. "I just want you to be safe, and comfortable, a-as you have made me feel since you began to serve me." You feel your heart flutter at his words. "Since you arrived, you've been so sweet. Doting on me, caring for me, helping me with the daily crosswords." You laugh a little, and he smiles. "I want nothing more than to ensure that I get to enjoy that everday, and more importantly," a slightly darker tone ebbs its way into his voice. "I want to ensure that no other man does." You're a bit put off by the shift, but only nod.

"I should like to, sir." His head snaps up, his mouth hanging open slightly. "I'll admit, I always wanted to live in a fancy house like this, and the company isn't half bad either." You admit, shyly looking up at him. He is elated, his form almost trembling. "Do you mean it? Truly? You wish to accept my proposal?" He gasps. You nod. He lunges forward to hug you, causing the water to surge forward, but stops just short of you, remembering your nude form rests below the soapy water, as does his. "Ah, um." He coughs awkwardly. "I must ask, if we are to marry, and you do enjoy my company, would you be okay with the typically romantic things? I know people usually court first, but seeing as we've spent all this time together already." He says. You think. "Like kissing, and holding each other?" You ask. "Yes, like that sort of thing." He affirms. You nod. "I'm fine with trying it, but I need to tell you something." He nods for you to go on.

"I'm sure you know, we are a little reserved and conservative in our town. As a traveling man, and a general, I'm sure you have had your share of, um, intimate encounters. I was always told to wait, however, and I may not be what you are used to." You look at the water, trying to fight the insecurity gnawing at your heart. He only shakes his head quickly. "No, no, my darling girl! How could you ever be anything but perfect to me?" He asks, caressing your shoulder blade with his thumb. "I would be honored, if you would have me, to teach you about the more, intimate affairs of marriage and courting." He says. "I must admit, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be enough to satisfy you as a man, or a husband." He confesses. You gasp, and cup his face. "Why, sir?" You implore him to confide in you. "My dear, you are a mere twenty-three years of age, and I am forty-two. I'm practically twice your age. Besides being an old man, you had to help me with this blasted leg into the tub. I'm practically a cripple..." His insecurities begin to flow out as he confesses. You gently tuck your head against his shoulder. "No, sir. You are enough for me. You are a general, and a kind man. You have always treated me with respect. If I didn't think you were enough, I wouldn't have said yes to marrying you, would I?" He nods reluctantly. "No, you wouldn't have. You've always been a smart girl." He admits. "I'm willing to learn, as long as you show me, sir." You whisper.

He blushes, but takes this as a sign. "Well, seeing as we are due to wed, I don't see the harm in teaching you a few things now..." He says, pushing forward a little so your smaller frame is up against the slanted back wall of the tub. "Are you alright with this, you may tell me at any time if you want to stop." He says. You nod. "Words, my dear, please. I want to hear that you understand." He pushes. "I understand, sir." You say. He shakes his head as he plans a kiss on your forehead. "Call me Fritz, my little bride." He coos. "And since you are to be my bride, I hope you won't mind showing me what's been hiding under that uniform I gave you?" He asks. You blush, but slide a little further up the tub, parting your thighs just a touch, so he can see the bush of hair between them. "I haven't shaved, sorry." You say, a little embarrassed. He only chuckles, and shakes his head. "My dear, I've gone months without a shower, and shared a restroom and barrack with 27 other men. A little hair won't scare me off." He looks longingly. "Besides, it's what's under it I'm interested in." His hand suddenly comes to your inner thigh, the sensitive touch making you gasp. You've never been touched up there, much less by a man so strong. One of his large, calloused fingers comes to part your lips, exposing to your future husband your dripping, virgin holes. He lets out a wanton sigh at the sight.

"So beautiful, and untouched?" He asks. You gulp, and nod. "It is my honor to be the first and last man to pleasure your sweet little sex." He says. He traces that finger up and down you're folds, making sure you are properly teased, and getting a feel for you. "So wet, and not just from the bathwater, it seems." He whispers. "Is this how you planned to lose your purity? To a man twice your age, and an invading military officer, no less?" You blush in shame. "I didn't think of the specifics, just... just wanted you to have it, sir..." You whine. His grins grows, and he lets out a groan as he latches his lips to your neck. He licks and kisses up and down your neck, until he finds a spot that makes you let out a beautiful whine, causing him to nip at it. "Do you think your father would be less likely to accept my proposal if he noticed you covered in marks of love from me?" Fritz asks, and you only giggle a little. He finger wanders up to touch the pearl of your sex, making you gasp. "Oh, Fritz... what are you doing?" You ask. "Just finding your pearl, my dear. I want you to cum at least once before I take your virginity. I want to please you, my darling girl." He kisses your cheek, before he presses another finger against your pearl. He rubs in soft, slow circles, trying a few different angles before he finds one that pleases you, which he discerns from the moans you let out. "Fritz, mm-" You moan. You can feel a slow heat spreading, as something in you builds. "Please, a little faster?" You ask. He tuts, and looks at you. "Can't you be patient?" He teases. "No, wanna finish..." You mumble. "Want you in me, I-I wanna be your little wife." He almost chokes at your pleas, the words going straight to his cock. He didn't think you could arouse him even further, but you always did exceed his expectations. He quickens the pace, and you can feel your orgasm approaching. "Yes, Fritz, Yes. Please, make me cum." You beg. "You want to cum, cum so I'll put my manhood into you? Want me to make you a proper little wife for me?" He edges you, and as you nod and agree profusely, you feel that wave wash over you. Your pussy convulses around nothing, as you let out a whine that sounds like music to him. This beats his visits to the royal opera a hundred times over.

As you pant, coming down from your high, Fritz holds you in your place, rising a little out of the water himself. You blush, as his erect manhood becomes visible. He's well groomed, and while the tip isn't pronounced, there's a curve to it that makes your mouth water. "Well, do I seem up to your standards, my love?" He asks. "More than that, Fritz. You're so pretty..." While it seems like nothing to you, these words strike him hard. He's never been called pretty before, and hearing it from your soft lips wipes the lewd grin off his face, replacing it with momentary shock. He pulls himself to you, his chapped lips colliding with your soft ones. You squeak, but melt into it. He tastes like earl grey tea and the occasional cigars he would smoke, but only when stressed. You both gasp as he pulls away, needing air. He places many small kisses on your face, making you smile as you look up at him. "My sweet, sweet girl. Always so kind to this old man..." He murmurs. As he does, he rolls his hips forward a little, allowing the underside of his manhood to rub against the length of your sex. "I'm going to be gentle, alright? It might hurt a little, especially with me being quite a bit larger than you. But I promise to take it at your pace, alright?" He asks, his hands resting gently on your waist. You nod, and feel his hard tip prod a few times at your aroused pearl, before moving down to line up with your entrance. He warns you a little, before gently pushing the tip in. You wince, and he continues to soothingly rub your waist with his thumbs. He moves himself out, then rolls his hips back in, a little deeper with each thrust. It hurts, but the relaxing warm water helps, and it's not as bad as you thought it would be. "Feels okay, darling?" He asks. "Yes..." You respond, focusing on the feeling of him inside you. As he continues, the pain subsides, and he begins to quicken the pace when he tells you this.

"God, Fritz. You're big, s-so big..." You moan, his hips causing your ass to bounce back and forth off the wall of the tub. "I' feel 'mazing." He huffs. "So tight, and warm. My girl, letting me take you like this, getting you ready for our wedding night." He feels himself harden even further at the thought. "Y'know, I think it'd be a shame not to share how sweet you are, how caring." He says, his hips now pounding at your cervix. "W-what?" You ask. He had made it clear earlier he didn't want to share, so despite the pleasure you are confused. "Saying you'll make a good wife, but I think you'd make a better mother." He moans. You gasp at the thought. "All swollen with my baby, my child. Letting me care for you for once, instead of helping me walk cause of my leg, I'd get to help you around..." He thrusts grow more erratic at the idea, and you feel yourself about to climax once more. "Let me, my love, please. Let me fill you with my seed, my children. Let your fiance make you a mommy..." He begs. Just as you shout an agreement, you feel yourself convulse around him, causing his breath to hitch. He groans. "God, gonna finish to now, going to give you my babies..." He shouts. You feel a warmth flood you, as he sprays hot, white ropes of cum into your womb. You both pant, taking quite some time to recover.

Being the strong man he is, he bounces back quite quickly, while you are so tired you can barely move. "I'm sorry, my love." He coos. "Perhaps I was a bit rough for your first time..." You shake your head. "Mmm, no. I-I felt good, just, I'm just tired." You yawn. He chuckles. He cleans himself, and you, before draining the tub. He grabs both of your clothes as he carries you past your servants quarters, and into his room. Helping you to redress in your undergarments, he lays you down. You sigh as your body melts into the luxury sheets. He sits beside you, gently stroking your face. "Get some rest, my little bride." He whispers, before departing back to his office. He heads to the front door, and picks up a letter dropped off from the courier. Inside the envelope is your father's response, from a proposal sent several days ago by Fritz. Once again, though this was his third and final time asking, your father once again denied your hand in marriage to Fritz, saying he would never marry his precious girl to an invader. Fritz grimaces, as he had not wanted it to come to this. Sighing, he writes two more letters in response. One to your father, stating his intent to take your hand either way, and another to his second-in-command, ordering a man to be jailed for treason and defying military orders. The first letter reads as follows.

Dear sir,

As you are well aware, this is the third time you have rejected to allow me to take your daughters hand in marriage. While i understand your hesitation, I do what I do only to provide her a safe, comfortable life, which I do not believe you could have provided her, in your town which my men overtook in merely three hours. I could not imagine if a man worse than I had set his sights on her instead. Rest assured, that in light of your soon-to-be imprisonment, I will care for her. She has developed a reciprocation of my feelings, and despite your refusal to wed her to me, as I write this she lays in my bed, beginning to bear my child. I wish that you had been understanding, and done what was best for your daughter. Now, she will marry happily, but have no father, and the blame lies only on you.

-Fritz, General of the Northern King's forces.

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Yandere Batfam x neglected OP Meta outskirts reader and Ymir fritz

Part 2

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Gotham was extremely different from the outskirts of me and Ymir’s hometown and we want to go back home pretty please.

Ymir hates the family with a burning passion and really wants to see them dead or hurt for how they treated us though the years since we are now 15 and nothing has changed at all we are still the afterthought to the family and it made Ymir very angry and she almost fought Jason and Damien when the two one separate occasions where caught by Ymir hurtling me and not leaving me alone and was grounded again by Bruce for our behavior while Jason and Damien were let off the hook as always it REALLY made her mad and Ymir yelled at Bruce while I stayed next to Ymir for comfort.

And when we were sent to our room Ymir had the idea to sneak out of the house from our guest room that we shared because we had no real room in this house and at first I thought I was a bad idea but went with Ymir anyway because I didn’t want to stay in the room alone and with the family so we left though the small window and to the streets of Gotham.

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The streets of Gotham were dark and dangerous and full of criminals and villains and just the thought of it makes me scared and hold Ymir’s hand tighter as we walk down the street passing by people and alleyways

“Don’t worry reader we are going to fine” Ymir says to me with a smile on her face as we pass by some people giving us mean looks that made me nervous

“Ymir maybe we should head back this is scary and these people don’t look friendly “ I told Ymir with worry in my voice as I cling to her a little more then before as we kept walking around

“No way we are not going back home at least not yet we are going to have fun first and it’s not like they will notice that we are gone” she said dismissively as we walked into a game store to Ymir’s delight

“Come on let’s have some fun” Ymir smiled with glee

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After some time me and Ymir are playing the arcade games and she is having the time of her life I never seen this happy since before our mother and stepdad’s death where Ymir was allowed to be mischievous and happy

But while we were having fun we hear a scream and people panicking which terrified me and I quickly alerted Ymir to what was happening and when we investigate it we saw it was the joker and Harley Quinn making a mess of the game place and it made Ymir mad and furious so she told me to make cloaks for us and I wanted to ask why but Ymir just said we need to help the people so I complied a created two black cloaks that we wore and it covered our faces too

Once we got close to the two villains they saw us and joker grins at us as he pointed his gun at us while I hide behind Ymir who had an angry expression on her face and her eyes started to glow red

“Get the fuck out of here you two” Ymir responded with a cold and intimidating voice that even made me scared but I should be use to her anger tone with something is not right at all

“Oh why so serious little ones “ joker laughs crazily while Harley smiles at us mockingly that didn’t go unnoticed by Ymir who hand her fist clenched and eyes red under the cloak

Without any hesitation Ymir runs at joker and Harley with great speed that take them both by surprise and just has joker tries to fire his gun at her. She is already in front of him and knocks the gun out his hand and pushes him back with a powerful force that sends him flying across the room and hitting the ground hard and as for Harley who had been standing there watching the whole thing and snapping out of pure shock she runs at Ymir ready to attack her but Ymir was also ready to her too and used the hardening ability on her knuckles and punches Harley hard, very hard in the face to a point where I could see blood from Harley mouth as she too is sent flying across the room landing just a few feet from joker who was still on the ground I check them cautiously and felt better that they were still alive but badly hurt as I walked back to Ymir and flu us back to the manor just as the police came to the scene and we both knew the rest of our ‘family’ would be here soon too

As we made it back to the manor we walked to the front door and past Alfred who we greeted with a smile and ran back to our guest bedroom and I check on Ymir to see if she was ok as I looked at her hand and saw it healing itself while Ymir was just smiling happily from what has happened as we called it a day and headed to bed for the night

meanwhile the police and batfam were confused and surprised when they got to the scene and saw both joker and Harley on the ground unconscious and hurt as they were being arrested and carried to the police car Batman examined the place and found pieces of crystal like parts on the ground and on Harley and told Tim and Barbara to test it and find out what it is with a stern and cold look on his face.

[violentvaleska]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/ ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ;)

Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Beachfront Bliss

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Billy "Fritz" Avalone x F!Reader

Summary: You're walking your dog, Delilah, along the beach until she decides to chase after a handsome man playing football with his buddies.

Manny Jacinto Characters Masterlist

The sun is slowly setting on San Diego. You'd just gotten home from work and now you're getting your dog, a border collie named Delilah, ready for her walk. She's excitedly shaking her tail as she stares up at you while you hold her leash.

"Wait," you command and Delilah sits, watching you expectantly.

You clip the leash onto her collar and open the front door, "Good girl!" Delilah promptly races out the door, only stopping when the retractable leash has met the end.

"Come!" you call for her and she rushes back to your side, sticking to it as you walk down your street and towards the beach.

As you grow closer, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore become louder. Once pavement becomes sand, you slip off your sandals, stuffing them into your tote bag as you continue to walk.

There isn't a lot of people on the beach since it's midweek. However, you do see a group of people playing football.

The commotion alerts Delilah as the two of you near the group. There's boisterous laughing and hollering. The group spreads out as you grow closer, so you walk further away to not potentially be hit.

You avert your attention ahead, moving on from the football group, however, Delilah seems very keen on watching them, trying to stay in place.

"Come on, Lilah!" you lock the retractable leash and give her a warning tug, urging her to continue walking, "Let's finish your walk!"

Your commands fall deaf on her ears as she watches the group continue their game of football. One of the men throws the ball and another tried to catch it. The ball grazes his fingertips and causes the ball to go flying in your direction. It falls a few feet away from you and, before you could even blink, Delilah pounces at it. The sudden movement frees her leash from your hand.

"Delilah!" you shout as your dog starts running around the beach with the football in her mouth.

The group of people all laugh and begin to join you in the chase for your dog. Delilah clearly thinks it's a game as she dodges and weaves through everyone's legs. Men and a few women topple into the sand as they attempt to catch Delilah.

You and the others eventually start to slow down, growing tired of your dog's antics.

You stand there, hands on your hips, looking at your dog like a disappointed mother. She meanders over with a pep in her step and drops the football at your feet.

You sigh, pinching your nose, "Thank you, Lilah." You pick up the football and hand it to the nearest man. His tanned skin and toned chest are on full display. He's wearing classic ray bans and a smile that makes your heart stop for a moment.

"Sorry about her."

He chuckles, "Don't worry about it. Never thought it'd be a dog to take down a group of Navy Pilots."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, looking at the group of people around you, "You're all in the Navy?"

He nods, "Yup and I think you just proved to our Captain that we need to work out more."

You giggle, "Yeah. Again, sorry about her. She's probably a little stir-crazy. Haven't been able to take her out as much due to work. As you can see, she has a lot of energy."

The man kneels and begins to pet her, "She's cute so I'll forgive her. What's her name?"

"Delilah or Lilah or Deli."

"Well hello, Delilah, I'm Billy, but my friends call me Fritz."

"Fritz?" you look at him confused as he rises to a stand again.

"My call-sign."

"Frtiz! C'mon, man!" one of the guys hollers.

"I gotta-"

"You should-"

Both of you speak at the same time and stop with a chuckle.

Fritz holds his hand out, "It was nice meeting you..."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you Fritz," you shake his hand, "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thanks! You too! Maybe I'll see you guys around again!" he gives you a wave and heads back to his Navy friends who were all in position for the next game.

You watch them for a little bit, admiring the very attractive group of people before you. Then you chuckle, ruffling Delilah's fur before tugging her along. She's apprehensive, wanting to go back to "playing" with her new friends.

"C'mon, princess. We gotta go back home and start making dinner." Delilah reluctantly proceeds to follow you through the sand, leaving her new friends behind.

_______________________

It was your friend's, Jackie's, birthday and she wanted to do a bar crawl. You were one of the designated drivers so you've mainly stuck with water throughout the night and keeping a careful eye on your friend.

The next bar on her list was called the Hard Deck, which is apparently home to a lot of Navy officers. When you hear this, a part of you hopes you might run into Fritz, but there's no way, right?

Your group clamber into the bar, which was jam packed considering it was a Friday night.

"It's my birthday so feel free to buy me drinks!" you're already drunk friend hollers. A few men already begin to approach her ready to fulfill her request.

You tell your other friend, Abby, that you're going to find a table for your group. She gives you a salute and turn back to watch the rest of the group.

As you're weaving through bodies, you suddenly bump into someone, spilling their drink.

"Shit! I'm so so-Fritz!"

He looks at you in surprise, "Hey! Y/N!" then looks at you confused, "I'm kind of surprised to see you here."

You snort, "Yeah, um, not a place you'd usually find me at on a Friday night, but it's my friend's birthday," you point over your shoulder to Jackie with her birthday crown on her head and down a shot as your friends and a few Navy men cheer her on, "We're doing a bar crawl, but I'm the DD."

He nods in understanding, "Got it."

"Actually, you don't happen to see any free tables, do you? That's what I was doing before I bumped into you. Also, I will definitely get you a replacement drink for that!"

He chuckles, "It's fine. Really and you and your group can join me and my buddies."

"You sure?" you look at him apprehensively.

"Yeah, besides, I know a few of them will definitely pay for your guys' drinks," he gives you a smirk.

You snicker, "Alright. Let me go grab them."

"I'll follow you," he places his hand on your lower back as he follows you back to the counter where your friends are gathered.

"Hey!" you tap Abby on the shoulder, "This is my friend, Fritz," you point to him over your shoulder and he waves.

Abby gives you a questioning look, "Friend?"

"The guy I met on the beach because Lilah stole their football?"

"Ooooh!" she waves at him, "Hi!"

"Hi! I told Y/N that you guys can share tables with my buddies and I."

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah. Some of them will most likely pay for your drinks too."

Abby snorts, "Well I can't deny free drinks." She proceeds to tell the other women the plan and grabs Jackie's hand, leading her away from the men chatting her up.

She stumbles and you catch her, "Easy there, babe!"

Jackie spots Fritz over your shoulder, "It's my birthday!"

He laughs, "So I heard. Happy birthday!"

"Thanks!" she looks to you and not so secretly says, "He's cute!"

You chuckle, "Yeah, babe. Let's go to the table, 'kay?"

She nods, "Okay," and follows you and Fritz towards the back of the bar. He stops at three tables filled with the same group of people you saw on the beach weeks prior.

"Hey! Beach Girl!" a brunette with a thick mustache calls out.

You wave, "Nice to see you again."

"What're you doing here in our neck of the woods, beautiful?" the tall blonde one asks with a grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Jackie stands beside you and you gesture to her, "It's my friend's birthday. We're doing a bar crawl. This is one of our stops. Jackie, say hi."

Jackie waves, "Hi," she looks at everyone in awe, "Why are all of you guys so hot?!"

You facepalm, "Jackie's filter flies out the window when she's drunk," you explain to Fritz.

"The guys are gonna love it."

The men let the ladies have their seats, standing around them and making conversation.

You continue to stand beside Fritz, fanning yourself. He looks at you in concern, "You okay?"

"Just getting a bit warm."

"Wanna step onto the deck? It's just out there," he points to the double doors behind you. You take a look at your friends and make sure they're okay before you step out.

Once you're outside, you give a sigh of contentment. The cool breeze immediately chills your body in a welcoming way.

You rest your back against the railing so you can still keep an eye on your friends. Abby looks at you through the window giving you a questioning thumbs up. You smile giving her a thumbs up back and she goes back to her conversation.

"When did you guys start the crawl?"

You look at the time on your phone, "About two hours ago, but Jackie and a few others pregamed. So by the time we hit like the second bar, they were far gone already."

"How many more bars are on your list?"

"Jackie wanted to hit ten, but I'm not sure if we'll even get to the fifth one." There's cheers from inside as Jackie downs yet another shot.

"Not much of a drinker?"

You scrunch your nose and shake your head, "Nah. This overall thing isn't really me, but Jackie's one of my best friends, so I'll come out of my cave for her."

Fritz's nose crinkles as he laughs and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

"How's Delilah?"

"Good. She's happier now that work is starting to slow down and I can take her out for longer walks though."

"She hasn't stolen anymore footballs, has she?"

You snort, "Fortunately not, and she hasn't managed to take down another group of Naval officers either."

"Hey, she took us by surprise. We'd already been out there for a while, our energy was already low."

"Suuure. Keep telling yourself that, Fly Boy."

The two of you stay out there for some time, getting lost in conversation and each other's company. You've discovered that not only is Fritz handsome, but he's funny, kind, loyal, and a nerd. He has his parents and two sister back at home. He's a very family-oriented person and you admire him for that.

You two lose track of time and before you know it, Abby is coming out to you two.

"We're calling it a night. Jackie's is so far gone and some of the other girls are getting there."

"Alright. We should start closing tabs then."

"His buddies took care of it," she nods to Fritz.

You and Fritz grin at each other, "Told you," he says.

"Well, thank your friends for me. And thanks for keeping me company out here."

You step to leave, but Fritz stops you, "Wait, actually, is it okay if I get your number? I'd like to take you out some time."

You smile and nod at him, "Yeah. Of course!" you two quickly exchange numbers and promptly head back inside with Abby.

You gather your friends up, Fritz and his buddies helping you and Abby walk Jackie and the others out.

Your group piles into yours and Abby's car, waving at the group of men, "Thanks again, fellas!" you yell out before driving away.

Fritz stands there with his buddies and once you're out of sight, they begin to badger him about getting your number.

He reluctantly says that he did and his pals cheer him on with pride.

Before he goes to sleep that night, Fritz sends you a text:

It was nice chatting with you. Let me know your schedule so we can plan that date. Hope your friends don't give you too much trouble.

Sweet dreams. - Fritz

[nightguardsyaoi]

Can we get mikephone

Workplace relationships do not mix! (So that’s a no anon, sorry!)

[deadlyterrorstonight]

WHATS SOMETHING THEY WOULD FANGIRL OVER??????

Ask #7 | Question: What would they fangirl over?

Mike: Pokémon(Most things related) / DND / Video games

Vincent: Knives/ (He has a collection of all kinds. Normally just for display and because they look cool. This also includes swords which Jeremy finds super cool.) / mechanical things / Has lots of comics and oldies stash and really enjoys collecting and reading them.

Scott: Phone collection. (Seashell phone, 90’s, 80’s, 70’s, etc phones. All kinds.)

Jeremy: Obviously Sailor moon / Anime related things - Manga / Video games / Certain cartoons

Fritz: Game(s/ing) / Legend of Zelda / Robotics - Mechanical things / DND

- A/N : Possibly may change or be added onto.

[heroicvilliansometimes]

Ya’ll might not be able to handle this but in my personal opinion based on the depiction of Billy Lenz in the novel. His character is on par with Fritz the Cat. And I think there should be more fanfiction where they write Billy while looking through a Fritz the cat lens.

[calccite]

𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

Michael Afton- My muse, (Your name),Love, dear Jeremy Fitzgerald- Baby, Cariño, babe, Tesoro Fritz Smith- Darling, Honey, dear spouse/wife/husband, sweetheart Vanessa: Sweetie, baby girl/boy, stud, (A nickname) Vanny: (Your name), hun [[She's more interested in peepaw William Afton 😭]] Tape girl: Baby, Sweetie, Sunshine, beautiful/handsome Phone dude: Babe, baby, Angel, Sweetie, (degradation names 😫) Phone guy: Honey, Sweetheart, Baby, Sweet little thing, Pretty girl/boy

[moonlight-prose]

"buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything, right?" WITH FRITZ PLEASEEE

LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME

a/n: so because summer is nearing it's last month and we have limited time i wanted to go full mamma mia vibes with this one. besides the friends to lovers vibes with him and this song...perfection. it was hot all week and that spurred me to finally work on this request. so i hope you enjoy babes!

summary: being best friends with fritz meant pretending you weren't hopelessly in love. it meant conversation on the beach, and friendship rings, and the utter shock of coming to the realization that...maybe he loved you too.

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: billy 'fritz' avalone x reader

warnings: fluff, a teeny bit of angst, romance, best friends to lovers, oblivious reader + obvious fritz, talk of marriage, mamma mia vibes, he's hopelessly in love it's cute, unedited + not betad.

The ring glinted in the sunlight, gold glimmering as the ocean did when the day hit the perfect hour. When the sun was slowly creeping along the sky, making a descent towards the horizon. That wouldn't come for a few more hours, but you couldn't stop yourself from sitting on the sand, eyes trained on how waves crashed to the shore.

You couldn't hear anything over the noise - the birds squawking in the distance the loudest echo along the empty coast. Somehow you managed to catch the beach during the week. When people weren't interested because they were tired from a long work day.

It rarely happened. Maybe once in a blue moon. And you soaked in the silence of humanity—nature calling you to her with a soft smile and even softer words.

"I wondered if I'd find you here."

A familiar tug pulled at your heart as you turned, seeing a familiar figure head towards you. He still wore his flight suit, his boots sinking into the sand with each step. But that didn't deter him from plopping beside you, a cold soda in his hand. An extra handed to you.

"Mav let us go early," he said, twisting the top off and gulping enough to down half the bottle.

"How did you know I'd be here?"

He shrugged. "You're always here."

"I'm not always here."

"Sure."

"I'm not–"

The smile on his lips silenced your argument—a knowing look glimmering in his brown eyes. There was no use in fighting him. He could see your different angles coming from a mile away. Giving up now would be easiest.

With a sigh, you turned back to the beach, condensation dripping onto your dress. "I needed some time away from the bar."

You didn't have to explain anything to him. Barely even had to utter a word before your discomfort was being teased out and noticed by him. That was the thing about Fritz. He could see your emotions before they even played across your face. Yet unlike others that came before, he somehow always managed to fix it before things got too bad.

"Did you want to come to my place for dinner?"

The grin played across your lips before you could even answer. "You mean your place filled with Yale and Harvard?"

"C'mon they're not that bad." He nudged you with his knee, taking another pull from his soda. "Besides, they're gone tonight. Something about free drinks at a sports bar."

You mulled it over—the small box in your jacket pocket practically burning a hole through the fabric. "Fine. Pizza, beers, and ice cream."

"Yes ma'am."

Clambering to his feet, he helped pull you up, the sun playing across his face and illuminating the grin he wore. If you could bottle up this memory and keep it close you'd open it every day. You'd take a peek of something so perfect—as if Aphrodite herself created him—just to hold this feeling in your chest. The way he looked at you left you confused, as if he saw you in a different light than just friendship.

But you never had the guts to ask him about it. So like a coward...you continued to let it go.

"I'll order in the car."

"Wait—" You gripped his arm, tugging him back a bit as you dug in your pocket. "I got you something yesterday. They had a jewelry stand in town and saw this..."

The box was brown, small and uninteresting. Until you pulled it open. A silver band etched with vines that matched yours lay in the center. You nearly left it behind—figuring he wouldn't want to wear something so dainty—but something screamed at you the second it appeared in your line of sight. The two were paired together.

Your size and his.

As if they'd been waiting for you to find them all along.

His eyes widened, breath catching in his throat, before he picked it out of the box carefully. "A ring?"

Heat spread rapidly along your cheeks, burning straight down to your chest. "You don't have to wear it. I just thought it was pretty and matched mine and..." With a cough you turned back to see another wave crash along the shore. Suddenly that's how you felt inside. "It's dumb I know."

"No it's not." Surprised etched into your chest, your gaze snapping back to him. Just in time to see how he slipped it on his left hand, smiling when it fit perfectly. Perhaps it was always meant to be there - resting along his skin, claiming his heart for yours. "I like it. Matches my dog tags."

You laughed. "I didn't get it cause of that."

"No, I know." His smile deepened. "But that's where it's going. So it'll match."

Warmth pooled in your stomach, curling around the base of your spine as he stared at his hand. A soft grin playing on his lips. And suddenly you were breathless—flutters filling your stomach as you realized what it looked like. What the others would say once they noticed him wearing a ring on his left hand. You didn't tell him where to place it, didn't offer up a certain hand.

He did it on his own without an ounce of hesitation in his body.

He wanted it there.

When you followed him to the car, you grasped the gold band on your right hand and subtly shifted it to your left. Matching him. If he noticed he didn't question you about it. And for that...you were grateful.

Turns out you were right.

Fritz was teased—rather ruthlessly—about wearing a silver band on his ring finger. Questions rose up around base. Who did he marry? Who had they not met yet? How on Earth could Fritz of all people be hiding a secret partner?

Until you served the group at the bar and Phoenix clocked the gold band on your hand. A knowing smile curving across her lips.

Thankfully she knew how to keep your mouth shut.

The same couldn't be said about Hangman.

"Where'd you get that shiny ring darlin'?" he shouted, reaching for your hand with a shit eating smile. "Lookie here gentlemen! It matches Fritz's."

"Fuck off Hangman." You yanked your hand back with a glare, twisting back to the bar.

It's not like you didn't know this was coming. The comments, the teasing. You knew someone would notice eventually, but that isn't what left you shocked and nervous. The fact that Fritz had yet to take it off sent your mind reeling. He wore it with pride. A smile gracing his plush lips whenever someone brought it up.

You'd even heard comments of it being looped around his tags as he flew—pressed close to his chest in the cockpit of his jet.

Was he wearing it to simply show you that this is how it would be? To prove that this was a silly gift. In the hopes that you would tell him he didn't have to constantly wear it.

That thought alone filled your stomach with dread. An ache forming in the pit of your body as you watched him from across the bar. You had half a mind to go over there—tell him to give it back so Hangman would get off his ass—but he looked at ease. As if nothing could bother him when the topic of conversation fell to you.

This shouldn't bother you that much, shouldn't leave you frazzled and on edge. And you didn't think it would get any worse.

Until the phone rang on a Thursday afternoon, echoing through the empty bar. You expected someone placing an order for lunch, perhaps a reservation for a table.

Hangman's voice filtering through the receiver is what floored you—his voice low and hoarse. Like he'd been shouting for far longer than he should have. And your stomach dropped.

"He's fine. Shaken up, but fine. Told me to call you."

"W–What do you mean? What happened?"

He sighed—shaky and breathless. "Engines gave out. Had to bail."

You didn't hear the rest, a shrill high pitched ring began pulsing in your ear. The words hit the ground hard and asked for you were all you could process before the phone was slamming back onto the base and you were running to the car.

Your breath was short, eyes dazed, but all that mattered was him. The image of him laying in the middle of a valley hurt tore you in half. So you slammed your foot on the gas, speeding through the streets without care.

An explanation would have to be given to Penny when she returned. You made a note to apologize later, but the airbase was in sight and you could see Hangman waiting by the front gate—a stern expression replacing his usual egotistical grin. That seemed to scare you more than what he said on the phone.

He waved you through, jogging to where you threw your car into park. Half out of the spot and crooked. None of that fucking mattered. None of it was real, because somewhere Fritz was hurt and the panic had started to eat you alive.

"Where is he?" you gasped, leaping out of the car. "What the fuck happened?"

His hands grasped your shoulders. "He's fine. Mav is making him sit on base until things level out. He's gotta see the doctor before heading home."

"Fuck," you breathed, tears pricking your eyes. "Can I–I see him? Will they let me on–"

He nodded, already leading you towards the familiar hangar. "Why do you think I'm here sweetheart? Mav had me wait for you to arrive."

On shaky legs, you did what he said when he said it. You flashed your I.D. to someone, said a monotone hello, and let Hangman take the front. A runway was to the left of you—jets lined up on the far side—but that's not what caught your attention.

The sight of a hunched over figure on a metal chair towards the front leveled the ground beneath you. The air suddenly rushed to your lungs as reality began to filter back.

He was okay.

"Avalone!" Hangman shouted. A head of dark hair snapped up, immediately setting his sights on you.

"Will?" you called.

A helmet dropped to the ground when he stood, rushing towards you quicker than he should have. And before Hangman could intervene, you started running. You sprinted with a speed you didn't know you had in you and met him halfway. Colliding against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist tight enough to send an ache through your ribs. That didn't register, because the pain reminded you that he was still alive—still here to hug you.

"I was so scared," you gasped, digging your face into his shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes falling shut. "I heard your jet crashed and just got here as soon as possible."

"'M okay," he mumbled. "I'm alive."

A sob broke free, tears streaming down your face, but that only made him tighten his hold. His breath warm along the back of your neck. Suddenly all the worries from the past week, all the anxiety you endured about what a stupid piece of jewelry meant didn't matter to you. How could it? When you nearly lost him today.

Living without Fritz wasn't something you wanted to know. It wasn't a future you wanted to have.

"I love you," you breathed, fingers curling into his hair.

He stilled, pulling back slightly until his face was directly in front of yours—nose nudging against yours. "Finally."

"What–"

The words of disbelief vanished when he kissed you. Because his lips were just as soft as you imagined, his touch was warm, and suddenly...the world around you vanished. He kissed you with a tenderness that had always existed in your friendship. A reverence he hoped you might notice one day. This wasn't due to injuries or fear. This was the final tie being knotted together in your relationship.

He didn't wear the ring to tease you. He didn't want to prove he shouldn't wear it.

He wanted to show you why he should.

"Marry me," he mumbled against your lips, the cold press of metal along your cheek sparked heat down your spine. "I've already got the ring."

Your eyes flew open to see his smile—bright and wide. "Marry you?" you breathed.

"Tomorrow."

"Will–"

"I'll take you to the courthouse. Call your mom. I'll do whatever you want, baby."

You clutched at his shoulders, searching his eyes for any falsity—any humor—and found none. "You're serious."

With a nod, he stole another kiss. His tongue swiped along yours far too quickly for your liking. "I almost died today and the only thing I could think about was that the ring around my neck wasn't real." He pulled back. "So I want to change that."

"By marrying me." The words didn't feel real, but somehow there they were.

"If you'll let me." His smile faltered slightly, hand stilling on the back of your neck. "Will...you let me?"

"Yes," you rushed out in one breath. Your eyes wide and hands pulling him close for another kiss. One he leaned into. "Yes. I'll marry you."

He smiled, tangling his fingers in your shirt - his palm sliding along bare skin. "Tomorrow," he mumbled against your lips.

"Tomorrow," you gasped.

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ok but like

[lemon-leviathan]

I Hate It Here, I Fucking Hate It Here.

So For Anyone Who Knows Me, I’m The Type Of Person Who Spoils Things For Myself. Usually Accidentally, But On The Rare Occasion On Purpose Because I’m Also An Inpatient Person. On My Last Post I Asked You All If I Should Finish AOT Because I Stopped Watching It, Well I’ll Be Happy To Let Those Of You Know That I Started Watching It Again. Unfortunately In The Process I Ended Up Spiraling Down A Rabbit Hole And Spoiled MULTIPLE Very Important Scenes For Myself.

🚨🔔‼️So SPOILER ALERT I Guess…‼️🔔🚨

The Whole Big Dream/Time-Memory Travel Thing, I Finally Understand Now. I Understand Why Eren Was Crying. I Get Why He Asked Mikasa About Her Hair. He Remembers Her From His Most Recent Memories, When Her Hair Was Short And His Wasn’t. He Remembers The Mikasa Who Beheaded Him. The One Who Kissed Him. He Remembers HER. Knowing That Eren Was In Control The Whole Time Really Messes With Your Head Especially When You Start Over And Notice Things You Didn’t Before. Things That Never Made Sense Until Now. He Knew What Was Going To Happen And Who Had To Die, And When. He Saved Bert By Sending The Titan After His Mother, By Sending DINA After His Mother. Maybe Due To Armin’s Colossal? Anyway Poor Boy’s In A Time Loop Of Sorts. But That Wasn’t The Worst Of It. That Wasn’t What Hurt Me The Worst So Far…

They Told Him…They Finally Told Him. Jean Knows How Marco Died, He KNOWS. Reiner And Annie Told Jean What They And Bert Did To Marco. They Told Him EVERYTHING. How Reiner Pinned Him Down On The Roof, And Forced Annie To Strip Him Of His ODM Gear Before Leaving Him There. Standing A Few Rooftops Away Listening To Him Cry Out And Scream For Help. Calling For Them By NAME. Watching Him Get Picked Up, Watching Him Struggle And Look At Them With A Pained Look In His Eyes Knowing No One Was Coming To Rescue Him. Knowing His Friends Left Him For Dead All Because He Found Out Something He Shouldn’t Have. And Then Reiner My Darling Reiner Being His Weird Soldier/Teenage Self Has The NERVE To Ask Why Marco Was Being Eaten. Like He Moved On Autopilot And Realized What They Did, What HE Did A Little To Late. Hell, The Titan THE TITAN Stopped Momentarily Because It Too Was Confused. Seeing Jean Find Out What Happened To Him, And Then Beating The Shit Out Of Reiner For What Happened Hurt But At The Same Time…I Was Relieved. Marco’s Death Haunted Jean For YEARS And It Probably Still Does But At Least He Has Some Closer…(Can You Tell I Liked Marco?)

Speaking Of Annie, Yes I Saw The Clip Of Everyone Saying Their Goodbyes To Her. I Saw Levi’s Face…I Know About The Whole Gabi/Sasha/Niccolo/Falco Thing Too (Can I Say I Know About The Connie/Falco Scene Too?) , And I Also Know About Moblit…I Know Horseface And Mikasa Are A Thing. I Know Levi And Mikasa Are Related. I’ve Seen Cabin Eren…

And Like Most People Armin’s Wailing Freaking HURTS.

All That Aside I’m Still On Season 1 In My Rewatch/Pick Up Of AOT So I Don’t Know Everything Yet…But I Know A Lot. And That’s On My Spoiling Things For Myself!

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!General x Reader x Yan!Recruit

'The Little Soldier and His General'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, power dynamics, mentions of sa, masturbation, oral, mentions of war and military, implied violence, threats, coercion, female and male genitalia, female reader, pet names.

(AN: Part two to 'His Little Bride', here by popular demand!)

Part 1 here!

You trod up the stairs, your shoes clacking against the hardwood as you come to the door of Fritz's office, knocking gently on it. "Come in..." Fritz's deep voice calls, and as you enter he peers up from his desk. A smile spreads across his face, as he stands to see you. "Hello, my love..." He says, wrapping his hands around your waist gently. His stubble brushes against your forehead, and you giggle at the feeling. "Fritz, you're tickling me." You playfully smack his chest, causing him to back off. He steps aside, and returns to his desk. Someone coughs awkwardly, causing your head to snap in the direction of the sound. A young man, about your age, maybe younger, is standing by the corner of Fritz's desk, scuffing his shoe against the carpet and trying not to interrupt.

"Ah, my love, this is Johannes, he's the new recruit I mentioned a few nights ago at the dinner. Johannes, this is my lovely betrothed." You smile, and nod in the boys direction. Despite the fact he's probably only 20, a year or two younger than you, he's a giant. He's lanky, standing almost as tall as Fritz. Red curls adorn his head, matching the reddish-freckles that cover his face. "It's wonderful to meet you, ma'am." He stutters, smiling awkwardly. "Johannes, show some respect for the lady, especially an officer's wife. Make eye contact with her, shake her hand." Fritz, urges, trying to suppress a grin and seem stern. You scoff, and roll your eyes. "Johannes, ignore him. He's just trying to stress you out." You assure the boy, and he lets out a sigh of relief. You turn back to your betrothed.

"I don't want to interrupt, I'll leave you gentleman to your work." You offer. Fritz shakes his head, motioning with his hand towards a nearby chair while he sits down at his desk. "No, we were just almost finishing up, you can stay right here." You nod, and sit down. You take a book off of the shelf and busy yourself reading. While you do, Fritz and Johannes lean over his desk, examining some papers as they finish up. Sighing, Fritz places down the papers, and looks up at the redhead.

"Well, I believe that's all of our affairs in order, then?" He asks. "Yes sir! I've sent telegram to the infantry marching down south, and I ensured the diplomats would be ready to speak with you in the morning." Johannes explains, a small boyish smile on his face. Fritz claps a hand down on the boy's shoulder. "Only a few weeks in Johannes, and I think you may be one of the best young men I've trained. I've never seen someone so eager." Fritz compliments. The boy freezes, and looks down as his grin grows wider. "Just... just wanna make you proud, sir." Fritz feels his heart swell at the comment. In the few weeks since Johannes joined up with Fritz, he's been training the boy in every task he can think of, from infantry duties, to cleaning, to telegrams and more. After learning about the boy coming to fight for is family, and learning he has no father, Fritz felt a duty to care for him. He sees a lot of himself in him, and he feels himself get sick anytime he imagines Johannes having to endure what he went through when he first joined, before anyone treated him like he was worth something. Fritz keeps Johannes up at the main house as much as he can, as he's already had to punish several soldiers for picking on the new kid.

As Fritz snaps out of it, he notices Johannes gaze has drifted over to you. You are sitting in the chair, curled up with your knees tucked by your chest, skirt ruffled warmly around you as you read whatever book you picked up from the shelf. Johannes can feel his heart thrumming in his chest, the sounds of the world around him blocked out by it echoing in his hears. Fritz looks once, then twice back-and-forth between you and Johannes. If any other man had dared to gaze at his soon-to-be bride for this long, he would have them sent out on a mission they would surely not return from. However, as he looks in Johannes's eyes, analyzing his gaze, he sees no hint of malice or ill-intent. Johannes looks at you with such innocence, such curiosity that Fritz allows it. Fritz knows that Johannes is looking at you the way he looks at you. "Johannes?" Fritz asks, and the boy practically chokes, coughing as he snaps out of it. His wild and embarrassed expression makes Fritz chuckle warmly. "U-uh, yes sir?" Johannes asks, hand fidgeting with the edge of the desk as he taps his fingers against the varnished mahogany.

"Any particular reason you are staring at my bride?" Johannes shakes his head wildly, pushing his hands out in surrender and almost shrinking in on himself. "No, no sir! I was just wondering what she was reading, not, not looking at her in any way! I respect that she's your bride, and I respect her as a woman- I would never look at a girl like that. My mother always told me-" Fritz cuts him off, leaning forward on the desk and placing a firm, calloused hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling that he now quakes with anxiety. "Private Johannes, please, please calm down. I take no offence, my boy." Fritz gestures to you. "I will admit, I can be the protective type. But I need you to know, the only men who have been punished for trying to corrupt or gaze upon her like that are those who do it with nothing but animal urges in mind. You've seen how the soldiers in town act, around the bars and whorehouses, yes?" Johannes nods. Just the other day, a group of soldiers had tried to convince him to lose his virginity at a local brothel, but he denied, feeling sick at the thought. One of the women standing outside the brothel had touched him through his uniform. He knew one day a woman would do that, but to lose himself this way felt wrong. Especially because he knew many of the women in these places turned to this career only because of the war.

He couldn't stand the way soldiers spoke about girls late at night after an evening of drinking. Whenever they would whistle, or catcall some poor village girl, he was reminded of his sisters, and what his mother taught him about how to treat a woman. That was someones daughter, or sister, and the idea of making any woman feel the way he did when that woman groped him makes him wish that he was strong enough to deal with his fellow soldiers himself.

"Yes, sir." Johannes says. Fritz smiles when he notices the way Johannes frowns, grimacing a little as he recalls. He knows that Johannes feels the same about the urges and actions of those sick men. "Many of those men have tried, would try to harm her in that way." Johannes looks up, shaking his head as his eyes go wide. "No..." Johannes exclaims. Fritz nods gravely, enjoying stoking the boy up a little. "That is one of the reasons I keep her up here, why she is going to be my little bride. She must be kept safe, safe from those who would do her wrong. Even her father wanted to refuse to engage her to me. That man would have rather married his daughter off to some scum from the town than give her to a man who cared." Fritz growls, and the hairs on the back of Johannes neck stand up. Despite this, he stares intently at his superior, finding himself enthralled at the idea of keeping and caring for something, someone so lovely. Someone to protect. "Then how did you get her to wed you?" He asks, curiosity eating him from the inside out until he can't help but spit out the words. "I had her father... dispatched, I suppose. Trying to allow a young lady of this great country to be harmed surely counts as an act of treason." Fritz explains. He leaves out the fact he had your father executed so that any inheritance of yours could be put towards a wedding, but he thinks it a minor detail He glances over to make sure you aren't listening, then leans in close, so he may whisper into the boys ear.

"Now, Johannes. I have a question for you, and I want you to think carefully before you answer." Johannes bites his lips nervously, but waits for his admired superior to continue. "What do you think I should have done in that situation?" He asks. Johannes tilts his head, brows furrowed. "How do you mean, sir?" He asks. "I mean, what would you have done, if a lovely thing like her came along, who you adored and needed to protect, but someone was trying to keep you from her. What would have happened?" He asks. Johannes sighs, his fists balling up tightly. "The truth, sir?" Fritz nods. "I... well, I'm not very strong, o-or brave. I don't have your status, but... I think, I think I would do whatever it takes to keep her. Even if I meant doing something I don't think I'm quite ready for." Fritz pulls the boy in for a hug, and Johannes fear melts away for a brief moment. He hasn't felt affection since he left home, and the only thing keeping him from melting into his general is his shame about being affectionate with another man. Fritz pulls away, and looks the boy in the eyes. "My boy, by the time you are done training with me, there won't be a single thing you aren't strong enough or powerful enough to do, you understand me?" The thought of being good enough fills Johannes with glee. "I understand, sir."

"Good. Now, Johannes, you are a young man. I know by the way you talk, and the way you are that you are a good one. I don't want you learning to copy the other recruits in any task, but especially in how to care for a girl." Fritz explains. "Did your father have time to teach you about these things before his death?" Johannes shakes his head. "I know the basics, sir. My mother told me, and she told me to respect a girl, but... I know very little beyond that, I admit." He says sadly. "Well, I see how you looked at my bride. Look again, you have my permission." The boy looks up, unsure if this is some sort of test, but eventually he glances in your direction. He sighs at the serene girl sat before him.

"My bride was not unlike you a while ago. Innocent, naive. Do you want to protect her as I do, Johannes?" Fritz asks. "Of course, all women should be protected, and-" Fritz shakes his head, cutting the rambling boy off. "No, Johannes. I mean, do you want to protect her, specifically? Do you fancy my bride?" Johannes trembles, his cheeks reddened with a shame so deep feels like he might throw up. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry... I feel, I feel awful." He confesses. "I never wanted to feel like this, I admire you, and I respect you sir, I really do! But when I first arrived at your estate, I would see her around, reading or baking. I'd see her with you and, and god she seemed perfect. So caring, and I was drawn to her kindness in such a hellish place like the war." Fritz nods. "Johannes, you must understand. Other men and boys look at her with lust, desire. You look upon her with a craving, for how sweet she is. You don't want to defile her, you ant to care for her. You are not them. You, Johannes, are like me." Johannes can barely stand the feeling of euphoria that washes over him, the roller coaster of emotions is too much for him. Being told that the man he admires most in this world sees himself in him is enough to send the boy over the edge. "You don't know how much what you've said means to me, sir..." He whispers, looking up at Fritz. "Now, I have a proposal for you, my dear boy."

Fritz pauses, allowing Johannes to collect himself and steady his breathing. "I have taught you many things at camp, including manners. Given your love and respect for my bride, and the importance of me teaching you about all aspects of life, I think perhaps you should allow me to educate you on how to best care for a woman." Johannes chokes oncemore. "As in, giving them gifts, a-and courting them?" He asks, unsure if what he thinks Fritz is implying is true. "Partially. I am simply offering you to care for her. I fear I am not able to spend as much time with her as I want, and I know it's important for you to learn about the things women like, should you find a girl you want to marry in the future." Johannes nods. "Keep her company for a month or so, and when me and her wed, you may go and find a girl of your own, should you desire. But-" Fritz smiles. "Should you find yourself attached, which I would not blame you for, you may continue to live with me and her in our estate." Johannes grins. "Sir, I... thank you." Fritz only nods. "I care a great deal for you, boy, and I'm sure my bride will too. Tonight though, I think if you should want to, an education of another kind is necessary, should you keep my bride company or find another girl." "Do you mean?" Fritz nods. "I will speak to her after dinner, I'm sure she will agree. Meet us in the master suite after dinner, and I will provide you with a hands-on approach to the marital bed."

Late in the evening, Johannes finds himself pacing outside of his General's bedroom, unable to calm himself. Excitement eats away at him, though a small part of himself fears this is all a trick, a test, and that this is simply a way to shame him. He shakes off these thoughts, knowing his beloved superior wouldn't do that. Not to him. He hears the door creak, and he looks up eagerly. "Sir." He greets. Fritz nods his head. "At ease, my boy. This isn't a drill. Come in, take off your shoes." Johannes follows Fritz into the dimly lit room, and gasps as he sees what awaits him. Your lovely frame from earlier, once sat by the window, is now nude, layed on the bed like a present for him. He kicks of his shoes, and approaches. His fear of this being a trap has subsided, now replaced with anxiety that you won't like him, or the way he looks. He swallows deeply.

"Hello Johannes." You greet shyly, not able to fully make eye-contact. When Fritz proposed this to you, you were shocked, as he had always been very private and strict about intimate affairs. Many times when was balls-deep in you, he had growled things about never sharing and owning you. You couldn't deny you were curious what about this boy had gotten him so attached, and you agreed. Now the young private is stood before you, a bulge already prominent in his trousers.

Fritz senses you are a little nervous, and sits behind you, allowing your bare back to lean against his chest as he looks up to Johannes. "Johannes, firstly you must situate yourself. Come, sit down before her." Johannes eagerly crawls onto the bed, looking at his general for further instructions. "You've seen people kiss before, right?" He shrugs. "Yes, sir. My mother and father before he died, and a few soldiers with women, but I've never done it myself." He admits. Fritz nods. "Well, don't over-complicate it, just lean in, ask her if she would like a kiss?" Johannes kneels before you, his locks of red hair almost covering his downcast eyes. "Ma'am, may I kiss you?" He whispers. You blush at his continued formality, but nod. His breathe is shaky as he leans forward, connecting his lips with your soft ones. Much like Fritz, this boy is rough and calloused, with chapped lips. He isn't as hardened as Fritz, but he has the makings of what Fritz is. He moans a little, his hand coming to touch your chest instinctively. You squeak, and he removes his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He exclaims, looking at you and Fritz, panicked. "No, it's fine, just, caught me off guard." You explain. "I.. I really liked it. You are a beautiful woman, thank you for letting me... y'know, engage in this with you." He whispers. You smile and stroke his cheek. "Of course." Fritz smiles. "Such good manners, private. Exemplary. Now darling, why don't you show him what makes a woman so different from a boy? Give him a look." Fritz urges. Fritz slips his hand onto your upper thighs, spreading them so Johannes can get a look at the bush between your legs. While you had initially been rather insecure about it, Fritz has always assured you he likes you natural. Johannes gulps, watching as you spread your folds with two fingers, allowing him easy access to your holes and clit. You are already wet, the slickness giving your pussy a sheen.

"See that little pearl at the top of her sex?" Fritz asks. Johannes nods. "That's her clit. Girls tend to feel the best when a boy know how to properly service it. Try gently rubbing it with a finger or two." Fritz instructs. Johannes extends to slender fingers to the pearl of your sex, beginning to rub small circles around the sensitive bud. It feels nice, but he's clearly inexperienced, as he doesn't touch you down there like Fritz does. Fritz notices you are quieter than usual, and he uses his hand to guide Johannes fingers. Small circles become the occasional flick, accompanied by a rub to the right side of your pearl. As Fritz moves his hand away, Johannes strokes that special spot, making you gasp. "J-Johannes..." You moan, causing the boy to pause. "No, no, my boy, when a girl feels good like that for you, don't stop. Keep touching her like that." Fritz urges. Johannes shakes it off, nodding. "Yes, sir. Sorry." He continues his ministrations. You whine, feeling his slender hands roll your clit, building you up. "G-god... A little faster, please." You beg. Johannes looks to Fritz, who nods. The boy speeds up, and soon you feel yourself about to cum on the privates fingers. "Ah... oh god, Fritz, gonna cum', he's gonna make me cum..." You groan. The moaning of his name with your erotic expression sends Johannes over the edge, and he gasps as he feels a convulsing. He looks down, and a wet patch is appearing on his pants. As you cum, he looks ashamed. "Sir..." He whimpers, and Fritz looks at the boys predicament.

"It's fine, my boy. Sometimes it comes early when your new to this, besides..." He places a hand on your chest, helping work you through your orgasm. "It's hard not to, looking at such a lovely girl..." As you come down from your high, you pant, shuffling forwards. "Thank him for being good with you, my girl." Fritz says. He was always one for manners. "Thank you Johannes." You say. "For what?" Fritz pushes. "For making me cum, for making me feel so good." Johannes can feel himself hardening again. "Now, Johannes, I'm sure she's eager to return the favor, so I want you to undress." Johannes hands shakes as he tries feebly to undo the buttons of his trousers. Eventually, he gets them off, springing free his cock. It's not the longest you've had, but then he isn't fully hard yet. "Darling, why don't you show Johannes just how thankful you are." You press a kiss gently to the red tip of his cock, watching as it twitches. He is clearly sensitive. You stroke it once or twice, teasing it until it's fully erect. "Does this feel good?" You ask. Despite being engaged to Fritz, you are still rather inexperienced. Johannes nods, then cuts off when you place your lips around him, taking his cock into your eager mouth.

"Oh, Oh god, sir!" Johannes whines, looking at his superior. He can feel the warmth of your mouth engulf his cock, your tongue rubbing ever so slightly along the prominent vein that runs on it's underside. "Don't be afraid to buck against her, just be sure no to damage her throat. She still struggles with taking a man fully." Fritz explains. At this, Johannes begins to gently thrust himself in and out, causing him to grip the sheets of the bed. "So good, ma'am. Please, uh... d-deeper, take me deeper." His little whines make your core throb, and you move to try and move him just a little further in, his tip rubbing the back of your mouth. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and calls out for Fritz. "Sir, I'm gonna cum again, am I allowed to-to, do I have your permission to-" He can barely ask, his legs shaking. "Of course, but ask her, she'll be the one to taste you." Fritz says. Johannes groans, and looks down at you. Tears prick the corners of his eyes. "Please, please ma'am, lemme cum inside, your mouth feels s' good. You feel so good, please!" He's begging now, the tears flowing freely. You bob your head, nodding, and the sight of your pretty face taking his cock with such ease sends him over the edge. "Ma'am, god, I'm cumming! Cumming in your mouth, shit..." He whimpers, feeling your mouth continue to suck him while he fills you up. He whines at the feeling of being practically milked by your tongue and soft lips. As he lays back, You swallow, and look at your betrothed.

Fritz is grinning, with one hand already unzipping the front of his trousers. "Felt s' good, sir." Johannes whispers, his cock now limp between his shaking legs. Fritz nods, grinning at how fucked-out his young subordinate is. "You did well, Johannes. So respectful and obeidient, servicing your superiors bride at his request." Johannes has to resist gasping at the praise. "Now, this last part is reserved for me, but you must watch and learn. It will be of use to you some day." Johannes watches as you lay on your stomach, innocent eyes looking up at him as you smile, while your fiancee slips out his reddended cock and lines it up with your pussy, caging you down beneath him as he prepares to take you from behind.

"Watch how a man gives his little bride a baby, Johannes..."

[sour-lemons-sweet-candy]

Reiner Braun x reader fic! 4.1k

Orriginaly posted on Ao3. Contains +18 themes No minors!

You've gone through your entire life without a soulmate. And when you finally find him, you discover that he is utterly infatuated with someone else. Will you end up with him? Or have to find yourself a little distraction of your own?

Oh, fuck, fuck you’re late. You've never been late before. Not to this particular class anyway, you’re not about to start now.

The campus whips past you almost imperceptibly, the scalding drink biting at your palms long forgotten. Its painful sensation drowned out by panic. It’s your first day of lecture and you’re fucking late. Frost nips at your heels as you practically hurl yourself down the flight of stairs before you. One-track mind taking over. You barely notice the man that’s coming right at you -rather you at him.

You only notice his presence when you’re thrown off your feet. Hurtling towards the steps behind you. Silently you brace yourself for impact, accepting defeat. Then you stop, descent slowed and redirected in the opposite direction. Strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you upright. Face first into a very broad chest. His warmth buzzing in your bones.

You feel it cave in a gentle "oof". Steady hands move to grip your shoulders.

"You alright?" The honeyed voice questions.

You pull back to look at him, having to crane a considerable amount to see him. Instantly being met with a pair of shimmering amber eyes. It’s really all you can see of him, a dark scarf obscuring the bottom half of his face, heavy beanie doing the same for the top, save for a couple stray locks of gold plastered against his forehead.

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine, thank you." You manage, heavy breaths clouding the otherwise clear air.

You can’t see his mouth but from the way his eyes crinkled you'd have to guess he’s smiling. "Good."

Then silence, the pair just stare at one another unsure of what to say next. Really what is there to say? You ran into him, he saved you. That should be it right? Of course, you're the first to look away, embarrassment flushing your skin. Though he can’t tell if the blush is because of him or the crisp air that is threatening to discolor his own complexion.

"Thank y-" you try again, only to be cut off by a warm chuckle.

"Please, you really don’t have to thank me. It’s honestly my fault as well. I’m just glad you're okay."

A warm smile tugs at your lips once more. Letting out a small "Well... I gotta go."

With an awkward pat and a hearty chuckle, he’s gone. Once more hastily trekking up the stairs. Gripping the paper cup in your hand a little more securely you start down the stairs once more, this time a little more cautious of the slick snow. Something feels off though, something that can’t help but cause your head to swivel around. Eyes chasing after the broad stranger. Then you catch it, at first just a weak glint but it grows stronger and solid. A small red string stretches toward the man. Tracking all the way back to your hand. A ghost of red illuminates your left ring finger.

"Well... that’s new." You mutter, stopping to examine the small knot tied into your skin.

As you get closer to the classroom- more importantly farther from him- the tugging in your heart grows taught. Certainly not something you wanna get used to.

♡

The word that always falls from everyone’s lips, the one that permeates the air and guides people’s fates together "soulmate". The concept of two hearts, two souls being bound together. Guided by an invisible string.

That concept has been lost to you for many years. You see, you were born without a soulmate. You’ve never known what that crimson string looks like, neither had you the ache in your chest... the longing to find the one you are meant to be with. Your true love forever a mystery. Which begs the question that permanently stormed through your mind " Do I even have one?"

Growing up you watched people find and fall in love with their soulmates. Some from the early age of grade school all the way into college. Observing others have what you never could seldom sat right with you. Now you sit in class, unable to get the thought out of your head as you pinch yourself. Each time the yarn never falters, only growing stronger by the minute. Who was that guy? You wonder if now he’s feeling the same as you. The longing for a stranger

♡

His breath falls in short bursts. Over and over till it’s able to reach a normal pace. He feels like his lungs have been chained down. Chest tighter than just a moment ago. Reiner all but throws his jacket. Not caring where it lands, he just needs to get it off. Collapsing into the cushions of a nearby couch he’s finally able to breathe.

Something is bothering him, an itch he just can’t scratch. Maybe it’s the way his clothes cling to sweat soaked skin, or it's the sudden pull he feels on his heart.

Something he has never felt before but heard others speak of. As if there was a rope around it, trying to yank it from his chest. To give it to who it truly belongs. That wouldn't make a lick of sense, though. Reiner has never had a soulmate before. One of the unfortunate ones. Despite others’ concerns he thinks himself in a sense, lucky. How can someone allow themselves to be tied down like that? Do exhilarating life experiences brought on by the experiences of others mean nothing?

Just as he starts to settle back into the cushions, his weight sucks him in. The peace doesn’t last long though. Much to his personal dismay.

"Damn Rei, what happened to you? You look like a before picture " a crass voice sounds, immediately getting on the bigger man’s nerves.

He can’t help the deep groan that rises in his throat. The way his jaw flexes and muscles tense. Reiners already having a shitty day and this fucker is literally only on this earth to make everything harder.

"Oh, fuck off Pock," he spits back without any real bite. "you’re the perfect example of how nature experiments with mistakes."

The smaller man sucks his teeth at the name. "I told you to stop calling me that. "

Reiner lifts the arm previously slung over his eyes, peering over at the steaming dirty headed blond. A beat of silence rolls through the two men, finally breaking when the smaller puffs out an airy chuckle. "Whatever."

And as Porco always does he gets all up in Reiners face. He can only pretend to be bitter with the guy for about 10 seconds before giving in. For all his bitching and moaning Reiner really does love Porco. They may have had a tough time getting along as children, but things have changed - kinda.

The dirty headed blond shoves at Reiner’s feet, scooting them so he can settle into the cushions with an involuntary sigh.

Reiner gruffs something suspiciously close to "old fucker." Effectively killing any tension with a self-assured smirk.

"What’s eating you?"

"Honestly man, I don’t even wanna start." The blond grumbles. Replacing the arm over his face once more. Nosing into the crook of his elbow.

Porco offers a small nudge. "There isn’t any trouble in paradise is there?"

"No, no nothing like that." He pauses, recollecting his thoughts. "It’s just some stupid scholarship stuff you know?"

A hum of understanding.

"I mean, you've seen how I’ve performed lately."

A snort, followed by an airy. "Yeah man this season is totally kicking your ass. "

Reiner goes on, pretending to ignore the obvious statement. "I’m only here on a football scholarship, so you know. If I don’t start doing better, I’m out."

That's not all that creeping around in his brain though. So, he continues, throwing his free arm up as if to drive home the point.

"And then on top of all of that I almost fucking knocked over some poor person just trying get to their class."

Pock lets out a little giggle, earning him a slightly too harsh blow to the thigh.

"Dude it’s so not funny I felt so fucking bad" he can’t help but chuckle a little. An image of your flustered face flashing through his brain.

Why is he thinking that? He has a-

"I’m sure they're fine." Pock massages his thigh, wincing at the sore spot already blooming. As per usual, he starts to spout the same bullshit Reiner has had to listen to countless times.

Reiner easily tunes him out. He feels a little bad about it but right now something else is taking over his mind. Something- someone- he really shouldn’t be thinking of.

He knew who you were -knows of you at least- you are semi popular around campus, particularly well regarded for your cheerful attitude and kindness. Reiner of course mainly knows of you from his friends, never met you before today. Practically feels like he already knows you do well from how much they all yap about you. It’s sweet really.

That reminds him, he’s been meaning to meet the "gang" as you like to say. Reiner really hasn’t had any reason too though. Well, besides the fiery blond that he holds rather fondly that insists he does.

Reiner remains lost in thought for who knows how long. Tumbling into the chasm of his mind. One he hasn't found a way to fully escape from.

Peeling back his arm he chances a glance. peeking over at the man still babbling on. Then settles for the fact that if he’s to get rest he will need to move somewhere else. Halfway through pushing himself back up he freezes. Eyes targeted towards his ring finger, bewilderment dancing behind them. The digit is knotted with a thin red string, almost translucent. His eyes flutter open and shut a few times, each consecutive set revealing an ever-darkening thread. Reiner waves his hand a little, hoping to shake the illusion.

"What?" Pock peeks around, catching the blonds gaze.

"What? Oh, nothing." He glances back once more, blond hair swaying as his head shakes. As if to clear the illusion from memory. "Sorry, m' just tired"

He sells the point with a very convincing yawn, eyes screwed tight, tears pricking his waterline and all. The brunette gets the hint rather quickly. Rising from the sofa with an "alright, well just take care of yourself man." Leaving a small depression in the cushions Before disappearing around a corner.

Once in the safety of his own dorm, Reiner becomes transfixed with the crimson thread. Unable to tear his eyes from it, like it will disappear, or all become a lost dream. He’s never seen one, just settled for not believing in all the soulmate bullshit- well not so bullshit now. He can’t help but wonder who’s on the other side? He has not the slightest idea, just a simple hope.

More importantly Reiner is a taken man. Has been for the past 3 years, to a beautiful little blond named Historia. Whom he regards as "the woman of his dreams" but clearly this stupid ache in his chest says otherwise.

Trying to clear his ever-battling thoughts, Reiner makes his way to the sink. Shock settling into his skin with each splash of icy water. Eyes screwed shut as droplets race down his chin. Dabbing his face dry he stares in his reflection. Taking the deep purple below his eyelids. A stark contrast against his pale skin. His ears prickle at a telltale chirp, pulling his eyes to a small blue screen illuminating in tune. A single notification flashing across it:

Tori

I’m ready to be picked up <3

♡

"Who do you think it is?"

"I have no idea." You chuckle incredulously. Hands waving around to emphasize the point.

The small inky haired woman before you seems more excited about your so-called soulmate revelation than you are. Even going as far as to call up your group and summon them for a "Squad meeting."

Now you sit, fingers picking at the rug on your dorm room floor, surrounded by four others staring starry-eyed and curious.

"How can you not know?" A blond boy asks, crowding into your space.

"I just don’t, I can't think of anyone who cou-"

Despite the frustration in your voice, it still hits you. Freezing your muscles in place. you take a moment to wrack your brain, trying to remember the man from the steps. "Who on campus is tall and blond?"

"Hmm Smith is pretty tall; he’s really fucking obnoxious though." Ymir pipes up, arm wrapped around a smaller blond woman tugging her close just to tease: "You would know all about that wouldn’t you Historia." She laughs, relishing the smaller woman’s pouty lips.

You try to picture Erwin Smith; you've seen him around campus with his goon squad. Chasing after any cheerleader or frat girl he can get his hands on. "No, definitely not him, his eyes aren’t right. Too wide and too blue"

"Plus, have you seen those eyebrows?" Ymir pipes up once more, pulling a laugh from the crowd.

"Zacharias?"

"No, too shaggy "

"Thomas?"

"Captain Sideburns? No." The "o" drawls out slightly, solidifying your point.

" Professor Jaeger?"

"Eww no, gross."

You all cycle through a couple more names, never quite landing on the correct one. Some of them are downright ridiculous suggestions while you consider others. All followed with fits of giggles and a few lobs to some unlucky shoulders.

Your train of thought gets derailed by a soft knocking. The room keeps its energy continuing as you peel away from the floor meandering over to answer the door.

Swinging it open your heart practically stops. Glittering amber eyes fall on you, widening instantaneously. Fuck. The swell in your chest is anything but pleasant. The string between you growing taught, humming beneath the tension.

You break away at the same time, gaze landing on your connecting leash.

Reiner is quick to mask his surprise, settling for gazing over you, something far away in his eyes.

"Hey Mir, Rei's here, time to go." A small voice peeps from behind you.

A tap tap to your shoulder: "Excuse me." She squeaks,

slipping past you to fall right into Reiner. "Ready to go babe?"

He pulls his gaze from you, redirecting it to the small woman on his right. "Ready when you are." Forcing a smile he wraps a heavy hand around her shoulders, pulling her close

Clearing your throat, you find your footing. This means nothing, absolutely nothing. So does the way your whole-body sparks at his touch, electrifying with the way his palm curls over yours. You wonder if he can feel it too, that sensation...

"Reiner."

You offer your own name, swallowing nothing but air as your mouth runs dry. Then you’re holding his hand a little too long. But he doesn’t make any move to pull his away either. So, your next best thought is to yank your hand away, not aggressive but much too swift to be regarded as normal. As if his hand was a hot iron scalding your skin. Not entirely inaccurate.

The action is swiftly brushed off when a crude brunette barrels past you.

"Come on Braun! I have cats to feed." She all but shouts, marching through the hall at a pace not to be ignored. In just a moment she’s gone, already descending the staircase.

"Well, looks like we gotta get going." Historia giggles, pushing away from the blond to chase after Ymir.

Reiner stays there a moment too long, just staring. Drinking you in while he can.

"I-" the words are tumbling from his lips before he can stop them. "I... um, you seem to be doing better than our last meeting."

"Yeah, I’m doing my best to stay upright this time." You chuckle, the statement a half truth. Your head has been reeling this whole time. Suffocating in his proximity.

"Good " the smile he gives makes your stomach flip in a way you decide to hate.

He looks to say something more before being interrupted by a soft "Rei you coming."

He calls back in a honeyed tone "yep, be right their babe." With one last glance at you he departs.

As he walks away, he can’t stop himself from looking back, his eyes unconsciously gravitating towards you. To drink you in only to stay forever thirsty. He finds you unable to take your eyes off him as well. It’s your turn to awaken the butterflies flitting around in his stomach. Heart growing with a dull ache the further he gets from you. It only makes him want to turn right back around.

Once you can no longer see him your body slumps. You didn’t even notice how you had stood straighter in his presence. Breathed just a little quicker. With one more peek down the hall to make sure Reiner was really gone you close the door. Turning to face two pairs of prying eyes and gaping mouths.

"Reiner fucking Braun?" Mikasa croaks, fighting a smirk of sorts.

She definitely looks amused, much to Armin's dismay.

The blond boy just continues to gape, taking the time to consider your situation.

"Of course, this would happen to me." You breathe, sliding down the door, crumbling into a protective little ball. Arms around your knees, pulling them into your chest shielding you from the world. "I’m clearly not the universe's favorite!" The laugh you let out is one of utter disbelief. Like you're trying to convince yourself this is all a cruel joke. It must be.

♡

It’s been a week since your thread appeared, growing brighter and needier with every passing day. The tightness in your chest becoming hard to ignore. But you have to, it’s the best thing to do. Blinking away the image you drag your attention to the man standing in the forefront of the lecture hall, yapping about something you are supposed to be taking notes on. Before you sits an almost blank page, save for some chicken scratches. Head in your hand you look away once more, attention not being kept for long. Mind far away.

You're only pulled from your slump when you hear your name, the booming voice rolling it off his tongue once more, enunciating every syllable. "Care to answer the question?" He sneers, icy eyes locked on you. Light brows poised at slightly different heights.

Fuck what was the question? You so were not paying attention. Blinking at him you offer the most lost look you have. Hoping he will drop it and end this humiliation. The ever-growing weight of eyes falling upon you, threatening to crush your head into the desk.

"I don’t... don’t know sir." Your ears heating furiously as your mouth runs dry.

He clicks his tongue, pale eyes pulling from you with a shake. Blond curls moving to and fro across his forehead.

Then your stomach drops

"See me after class "

Well, that seals it, your fucked. Your head falls to the shiny wood, muffling the groan bubbling in your throat.

♡

You wait patiently for the others to file out of the hall, hoping someone will need to stay just a little longer. Give you time to prepare yourself for academic embarrassment.

Instead, he greets you with a warm smile, trailing around the front of his desk to perch on it. Gaze locking on yours.

"You haven’t been yourself lately, usually you're one of my most attentive students."

You stand still, shifting from one leg to the other. Dodging his gaze.

"Yeah, well I kinda got some stuff going on right now."

"Mmmm"

A disapproving hum, one that makes your skin crawl. "Your scholarship doesn’t care what you have going on in your life."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don’t apologize to me. There is no point in that. Just do better."

He pushes from the desk to circle back around it. Long fingers curling around an unruly stack of paper. With one tap they are all in place, being shoved into a faded leather messenger bag. Slinging the strap across his body he stands, eyes falling on you once more. "That's all, you can go now."

With a simple nod you're excused. Scurrying out of the room as casually as you can. His gaze tracking you the whole time.

♡

Fuck, this has not been easy, not even a little. Reiner cannot get you out of his head, no matter what he tries. He doesn���t understand why. He has a perfect girlfriend. He doesn’t need to be worrying about someone else right now just because some weird universe shit says so. Still, the pulsing in his chest hasn’t subsided since the moment he came into contact with you.

"Hey Rei, can you drive me to Mirs later? She wants to have a movie marathon or something." He’s pulled from his thoughts of you. Almost annoyed but then he remembers who he’s talking to too.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want, babe." He doesn't even look up from the screen. He just keeps scrolling with his thumb. His attention only captured by the soft lips on his cheek. They pull him in, he cups the girl’s face and litters her lips with small pecks.

"Hey stop." She giggles, curling her hands around his.

Reiner smiles, pulling her in for a real kiss. Forgetting all about his phone. One large hand covering her hip as the others works at the buttons of her shirt. They fall back together, him posted above her.

♡

"Got everything you need for the night babe?"

The small girl hums, nodding a reasurement she climbs out of the convertible. "See you tomorrow?" She chuckles, laying a soft kiss on his cheek.

Reiner smiles back, waving goodbye as she walks away, right into the arms of Ymir, who’s hand falls to the small of her back. This gesture feels a little too close for comfort, but he just shakes off the feeling. Pulling out of the lot and driving back to campus.

Once home Reiner settles into his bed. Needing to find something to entertain him the rest of the night. With a sigh he pulls out his phone. Opening his apps folder and selecting Instagram. Taking the time to double tap posts here and there. Swiping through friends’ various stories and posts. Eventually it all melts together. Time slipping past him and sucking him into oblivion.

He doom scrolls for who knows how long. The sun outside long past set, just as he’s decided to shut his phone off for the night, he comes across a post that immediately catches his attention. It’s a recent one, showcasing a couple of photos of a group, framed in a very familiar setting to him. The images look to be taken in a local bar just off of campus.

He instantly recognizes the crude brunette whose lips are pressed to his girlfriend’s face. A smile spread across her lips in a laugh he hasn’t seen her make in person for quite some time. He swipes through the post, pausing on one particular slide. It’s a simple photo, bright eyes shimmering in the dim purple light. He becomes transfixed by your bright smile, making his heart palpitate through the screen. Why is he feeling this way? Heart all fluttery and body warm just at the sight of you. It's almost like he has a crush.

"Fuck it "

He clicks the post, finding your tagged account and opening your page. Thank God you have a public account. Without another thought he begins scrolling. Effectively stalking your page. Looking at picture after picture, post after post. Until he reaches the bottom of your page. He frowns a little wishing there was more. That thought disappears when the small voice in the back of his head scolds him.

As he’s clicking to exit your profile, he accidentally does the worst possible thing he could in this situation. The dreadful red heart taking up his screen before shrinking back into oblivion. Reiner has just liked a post from over 4 years ago.

"Oh fuck "

Quickly he tosses his phone away, it lands in the middle of his mattress. Heavy hands scrub down his face, stretching the skin on the way down. Pulling a note of distress from his throat. Why the fuck did he do that? Now you're gonna know he was stalking your page. He’s so done for.

Taking a moment, Reiner is able to calm down a little. Convincing himself, he is simply overreacting. Yes, the action is rather embarrassing but he’s not twelve for god’s sake. This isn't the end of his life.

Collecting himself he retrieves his phone, clicking it open and hitting "follow" he’s already dug himself a hole, might as well start the burying.

Why is he even pining over you? Is it because of this soulmate thing? Does he even have a choice? His rational thoughts don’t seem to be loud enough to drown out the way he dreams of you. Your cute smile and perfect figure plaguing him the rest of the night.

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