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sixpennydame · 7 months ago

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Flo, my beloved! This is the BEST birthday present that anyone could ask for! I already gushed over you on my AO3 comment, but I just want to say again that your words are so magical every time, no matter what you’re writing. “I can’t get enough of you”, tehehee.

Love you - love this - THANK YOU!!🤍✨

— midnight ventures ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x f!reader (18+ MDNI)

You shouldn’t have looked and he shouldn’t have been there. But Fate can have a funny sense of humor. The punchline that night? Stumbling onto your naked Captain in a hot spring… and doing something about it.

content — Rated E - Canon universe, Snowed-in, Winter, Hot Springs, Power Dynamics, Smut, Orgasm Delay, Oral (f. receiving), Authority Kink, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Light dom/sub dynamics, Soft!Dom Levi (wc: 11.7k).

Thanks to my BETA @stellar-smth. Written for @sixpennydame following this prompt: "I can't get enough of you."

Crossposted on AO3.

The mountain is a lonely, cruelly cold place.

Up here, everything is covered by planes of white, endless valleys rolling and coming. Icicles cling onto winding branches, while roots are drowned in bitter cold. Even nature seems to be at a complete standstill here.

Getting lost here would be ill-advised.

And yet, here you are, stranded, with the last person you ever expected to be with.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

“That was our last one, sir,” you say as you lower the flare gun, securing it to the harness strapped to your wool jacket. Gray smoke, usually reserved to warn of the presence of abnormals, now towers above you. It was a last hope to signal someone to your location and unfortunately, no answer has come.

You are, in every sense of the word, lost.

"You grew up around here, didn't you?" comes Levi's voice, that his gravelly and magnetic tone that always makes you instantly zero-in on him. "Any of this look familiar?”

You meet his impassive stare, and you try to ignore the familiar flutters forming in the pit of your stomach.

“I did. But I’m sorry, sir, I don’t recognize these parts,” you answer evenly, glancing at the footprints in the snow. “Everything looks the same to me.”

“I see.”

You rub your hands over your covered arms, trying to create your own means of warmth. "My father used to say these mountains were a death trap come winter. I suppose there was some truth to his words.”

“A death trap.” Levi clicks his tongue. “A novelty in our lives, I’m sure.”

Your chuckle beneath your breath.

Somewhere to the north of here is a military outpost, the destination of your supply round. Unfortunately, as things stand now, you won't reach it on time. Perhaps if you had ODM gear or horses, you might have already reached it. But winter in the mountains renders both useless: the hooks don't secure properly because of the ice, and horses aren't trained to navigate such terrains.

Hence, you are doing everything by foot.

“It's going to be dark soon,” Levi points out in a monotone voice, as if this situation wasn’t a matter of life-and-death.

You stare at the darkening clouds over the horizon. "Yeah."

Levi kicks some snow with his boot, white particles clouding the air. “Let’s head back down, I saw a cabin on our way up.”

“Yes, sir.”

With his directives now laid out, you begin the walk down. Levi sets the pace, keeping a diligent speed that ensures your bodies stay warm and your minds stay sharp. For a while, that’s all there is to it. Nothing but the crunching of footsteps in snow and the wind howling across white nothing.

The silence gives you a moment to yourself, one where you're able to take in your surroundings, including the sight of your Captain next to you.

Like you, Levi’s appearance is marked by the cold. His eyes, red-rimmed; eyelashes, glistening white; his cheeks, flushed with a rosy hue; his hair, flowing and ebbing midnight.

It suits him, this look. All dressed in white, he looks beautiful.

Not exactly a surprise, you suppose. Your Captain could wear a rag and still look good.

It’s an objective, albeit unfortunate, truth. Your Captain is beautiful, magnetic, striking… and you happen to have a big, fat crush on him.

It’s not like it's a secret. You think everyone in the Corps knows at this point. The brats from the 104th love to tease you about it. So does Commander Hange, for that matter—somehow, you think it is no coincidence the two of you ended up paired for this mission.

Meddlers, they all are.

"Oi, focus on the road," Levi grumbles.

Your cheeks warm, feeling like your Captain caught you red handed with your daydreams, even if you know that, objectively speaking, there's no way he did (Levi is many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them. Thank the Walls for that.)

Despite knowing that, you can't help but stammer, "S-sir?"

"You're not focused on the road. You're going to slip and hurt yourself."

And he's right, of course. It is slippery. Dangerous, even.

But how exactly does your Captain even know you aren't focused on the path? He's not looking your way.

(Over the year, you've learned this hard truth: Levi always knows, somehow.)

A snow storm has picked up by the time the cabin comes into view. Relief expands in your chest; you were just starting to lose the feeling of your toes.

The shelter appears to be deserted. Out of courtesy, you knock several times, checking the perimeters for signs of life, but when it’s clear no one is inside, your Captain decides that survival precedes politeness.

He surprises you with a new skill: opening locked doors.

“Dare I ask when you learned to pick locks, s-sir?” you stutter as he uses the tools from his bag. His movements are nimble and practiced, like a well-oiled machine. “S-secret skill from the Underground?”

From his crouched position, your Captain shoots you a blank look. “You may not ask.”

With a click, the door swings open.

You enter, raising your oil lamp to illuminate the inside. A half-decorated living room with a dining table, a sofa, and a fireplace. There are additional rooms to the back.

"Nobody’s lived here for months,” you comment, sniveling.

“They intended to come back.” He bobs his head to the right. "There's fresh wood and supplies over there."

You hum in agreement, teeth chattering. “It’s-s common enough for folks beneath the mountains to have a second house up here. Maybe they plan on coming up come s-summer.”

Levi grunts out a sound, presumably not caring too much as to why the house is well-equipped, but glad that it is all the same. Either way, you're clearly trespassing on someone's property, and you hope that whoever this house belongs to won't mind soldiers occupying it for one night.

Knowing the Captain, they'll probably find it in a cleaner state than the one they left it in, anyway.

But before that, your Captain seems to have other plans.

“Before we do anything else, we need to take care of you,” he declares.

Your Captain’s gray eyes then narrow onto you, roving up and down. His attention makes you straighten in place, feeling uneasy to be in his spotlight. Levi closes the door with a swing of a leg. His stare never strays from his thorough inspection.

A shiver licks your spine. “S-sir?”

“You’re shaking like a leaf. Strip, now.”

Your stomach stupidly flips at Levi’s orders.

"You need to change into something dry," he adds in a rueful tone.

You chuckle nervously while your brain goes into overdrive.

... Shit.

This is going to be a long night, isn't it?

Trying to push aside all the ways you feel overwhelmed by Levi's presence (you are, after all, fucking cold), you begin to remove your ice-coated gloves. This, however, proves to be an exceptionally painful endeavor—you suck in a breath when you realize you can't completely bend your fingers. Oh, no. Why can’t you bend your fingers?

“Damn it, you’re like an icicle,” comes Levi’s sharp voice behind you. Before you can make sense of anything, you feel your Captain by your right side, seizing your hands to inspect them.

You wince.

Levi is right, of course. Your fingers feel as though they are frozen, though you know they’re not. You can still move them, just painfully.

Still, you’re not exactly feeling peachy right now. You’re visibly trembling and your balance is growing more wobbly. And why is your vision so hazy?

“Why didn’t you speak up earlier?” Levi scolds. He shrugs off his own gloves and scatters them to the floor. He grabs your hands into his own, rubbing to create friction.

You stare, watching his slender fingers—rough and calloused and yet, so gentle—encompass your own. It’s the first time he touches you like this, and even if there’s nothing romantic about the gesture, your heart somersaults all the same.

(Stress and romantic attraction cause such similar reactions, you note in passing.)

“I’m s-sorry, sir. I really didn’t realize I was feeling so cold,” you say.

“Do you have something dry to change into?"

You nod.

“Good. Go change while I get the fireplace going,” he tells you.

You do just that.

While Levi works on the chimney, you discover that the rest of the house consists of two bedrooms and a lavatory. You don’t waste time inspecting them; you quickly lock yourself in a room. The first layer to go is your coat, but everything else is eventually removed. You change into dry pants and a sweater retrieved from your bag. Then you lay out your belongings, as well as Levi’s scattered coat and gloves, on wooden chairs, placing them near the starting fire, hoping (praying) that they dry by tomorrow morning.

Levi’s just finished throwing several logs into the fire. He stands up to meet you, looking at you through a half-lidded stare.

Unlike you, your Captain's clothing is relatively dry; only his gray shirt sports wet patches, the fabric clinging to his chest. You try not to stare at his well-defined muscles for too long.

(Even if you really, really, really wish you could.)

The beginning of crackling amber hovers on one side of Levi’s face, creating sunken shadows on the opposite side.

“Looks like cleaning will need to wait. You’re trembling like a drowned rat,” he says.

You conceal a smile. “L-like the ones in the Underground, s-sir?”

“Yeah, and I’ve seen enough for a lifetime.” His eyes narrow to slithers. “Just… sit your ass down on the sofa. I’ll find blankets and make tea.” You stare at him blankly, which he seems to take as some kind of signal to press the urgency in his tone. “Fucking stay awake, got it?”

You give him a confused look, but soon catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the windows. Ah. You're not looking so well—your lips are chapped, and there's shadows plaguing your eyes.

Levi finds several blankets in a wardrobe. With your help, he moves the sofa from one side of the room to the next, positioning it right in front of the fire. Levi forces you to sit (“But sir, I can—” “Stop arguing and sit the fuck down.”), and soon, he layers covers over your shoulders.

The sofa shifts under his weight as he sits next to you.

“You alright?” he asks.

You nod, still groggy. You're still cold, but the tea is helping a little.

Still, you should really try to warm up now. You attempt to take a sip of your drink, but in your excitement, you forget the fact that fresh tea tends to be, in fact, piping hot.

It trickles down to a burning sensation down your throat. “Pah, I think I just burned my tongue.”

“Now I'm starting to think you take pleasure in inflicting pain on yourself.”

“N-no." You gulp nervously. "I just didn’t notice the tea was so hot.”

“It's tea."

"Yeah, well. I guess I'm still not thinking straight. It's just s-still so cold in here.”

You do your best to hug the cup of tea with both hands, still audibly shivering, while snuggling into the blankets Levi threw over you. In front of you, the hearth continues to warm, staining the room with a glow that's oddly comforting.

A log splinters.

Then, Levi’s voice barrels through: “Hand over the tea.”

You turn towards him.

Your Captain is fixing you with a severe frown. Without questioning his orders, you hand him the drink. You think he might add some lukewarm water to it to make it drinkable, but to your surprise, he places both cups on the cold floor close to the edge of the sofa.

A confused look draws on your face.

What now?

“Fucking come here already,” your Captain orders.

And he gestures with two fingers in his direction.

That’s when you realize what Levi’s offering. He’s… beckoning you closer.

He wants to warm you up.

You gape at him.

This isn't happening. Is it?

But apparently not interested in watching you mull this over, Levi doesn’t leave you time to consider his proposal. He yanks on the blankets draped over your shoulders, reeling you close. You heave as the back of your skull collides with his collarbone, and you readjust against the crook of his neck.

“S’ just for a moment,” he mumbles under his breath, arms settling by your side.

And who are you to contest that? He's your Captain, you can hardly disobey him (well, you know you could disobey this particular order, but it's too late for that now).

So you let him tuck you close, and you discover that Levi is warm, and you think how nice that feels after hours of walking in cold weather. In fact, Levi’s body rather reminds you of a furnace right now, burning at its strongest in winter. His embrace creates a little cocoon of body heat just for you; soon, all you can smell is him, the scent of tea leaves and cotton enveloping you into a lovely state of serenity.

(You always did love Levi's scent.)

With enough elements grounding you, you let your head roll back, pressing against his right shoulder blade, trying to ignore his steel muscles (that you can, admittedly, finally feel to some degree—and they are just as hard as you always imagined they would be).

“Fuck, you’re freezing.” Your Captain’s voice rumbles against your back, presumably feeling the cold sting of your cheek as you nestle closer.

In response, Levi’s hands slot over your forearms, something careful and hesitant about his touch. You hold your breath, feeling his fingers spread against your sweater. There, he begins to rub up and down, repeated motions that create tiny tingles down their path.

The added friction renders you speechless.

It was one thing to be so close to him before; now, your Captain is essentially stroking you. His attempts to create warmth spread like wildfire, and in an absence of coherent thoughts, you let the fire consume you.

Soon, even the fireplace growing in size doesn’t seem to phase you. It licks the cold air, spreading from all sides, but it is nothing compared to the burning sensations simmering across your neck, your cheeks, and down to your core. It’s like Levi’s touch is commanding it everywhere, this warmth, leaving you flustered and confused.

Then Levi’s fingers make contact with your bare wrist, and you jolt.

Because unlike the rest of his body, his hands are freezing.

“What… Captain! Your hands are—w-wha—” You let your voice trail, heart plummeting in your chest, when you come to a realization, a realization that makes you a little frustrated. “Hey! You were cold all along as well!”

A clicking sound resonates against the shell of your ear. “Stop yapping.”

You try to move to face him, but Levi grabs your wrists with an iron grip, keeping you locked against the expanse of his chest, making his order quite clear.

“Quit squirming and stay put,” he mutters.

“But, Captain, you gave me all the blankets,” you complain, for once foregoing your respect for him and letting your concern speak volumes instead. A decided frown settled between your brows. “What would I say to Hange if their best soldier died trying to save me?”

“I wasn't going to die."

"But what if you did?"

"Then I’m sure you’d have found a creative way to spin it.”

“You still shouldn’t have done that. I’m not worth Humanity’s Strongest.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and focus on staying warm.”

You sigh. Your Captain and his stubborn ways. He was never good at putting his needs on the line, and years of military service haven’t changed this fact.

Still, not finding the energy to argue back, you allow the conversation to die out.

It is only a minute later, as you try to relax back in your position that you notice that Levi’s breath has mellowed out as well. In fact, your Captain’s attempts at creating frictions have slowed in urgency. His pace is now languid; his fingers are wrapped around your shoulders while his thumbs slide up and down, up and down. Slow.

You imagine that the two of you rather look like two people lounging on a sofa after a long day's work.

Like lovers.

“Tea's ready,” comes Levi's husky voice, making you jump in your seat.

You swallow down all the feelings bubbling at the back of your throat—the ones begging and begging to be let out—keeping your face trained ahead.

“R-right. Um, thank you for that, Captain,” you say. "I feel all better now."

Breaking away from his embrace, you try to avoid his burning gaze. You grab both cups, handing him one without sparring him a glance.

Instead, you move to sit at the edge of your seat, far away from your Captain. Between the two of you, the covers bundle together, discarded.

“So, what do you think?” he asks.

You stare at your flustered reflection in the tea cup. "Mm?"

“Why the hell does it smell like old eggs in here?”

That takes you right out of it.

You finally look up at Levi, meeting his lidded stare. Old eggs?

“... Sorry?”

“The fucking stench,” he mutters, wrinkling his noise. “It reeks in here.”

And that’s when you realize that Levi is talking about the smell in the air, the scent that’s lingered everywhere since you entered the house, but you were too focused on everything else to notice.

An odor you know well enough.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, “that’s the smell of a hot spring.”

“What?”

You finish your cup of tea in one gulp, now just perfectly warm and drinkable, and place it back on the floor. “I think this house might have one.”

You swiftly get up, darting to the bedroom you changed in earlier.

And sure enough, as you pull the curtains open, you notice a familiar sight. The back gardens of the house, all dusted in white, are painted with steam and water.

A hot spring.

.... And you are, you realize, a complete idiot.

Why didn't you think of this before? You could have simply taken a dip to warm up.

“What’s that?” Levi’s monotone voice comes from behind. He’s close to you, hovering just behind your shoulders, but you do not turn around. You’re certain that if you do, that you will find him bathed by the moonlight and that you won’t be able to form a single coherent sentence.

“A natural body of water, sir. It’s what Commander Hange was talking about in their briefing for this mission. Hot springs are found all over these mountains..." You bite your lower lip. "I didn’t realize we were right next to a hot spring. I could have spared you all the effort in warming me up.”

“No thanks, I’ve no intentions in having us swim around in something that smells so foul,” he grumbles. “Besides, it’s not good to go from two extreme temperatures.”

You hum. “True enough.”

“It smells vile.”

“It’s the sulfur. It’s great for muscle tension.”

“Sounds dubious.”

“I promise, it’s true!”

Forgetting your own advice, you turn around to drive your point home, and you realize that Levi is close—that you could count his eyelashes, if you wanted. But you don’t, because normal soldiers don’t think about counting the eyelashes of their superior.

“W-When I was young," you stammer, "my parents sometimes brought me up to the mountains to swim in them. They’re perfectly safe.”

Levi makes a face. “I’ll pass. But I guess it’s good to know the stench isn’t coming from the house itself.”

You snort.

Levi’s eyes seem to soften, half-lidded as they were. And just as you suspected, the moonlight trickling in really does something to your Captain’s face, bathing in with a silver hue that brings out the blue in his eyes.

Don’t look at his lips, don’t look at his lips, don’t lips…

“Looks like titan steam,” the Captain suddenly comments, looking at the steam fogging the windows beyond your shoulders.

He takes a step back.

You let out a much-needed breath, one you didn’t realize you were holding all along. “Uh-huh. It does.”

You glance back towards the hot spring, noticing that the snowstorm is close to subsiding, a cloak of black draping the sky beyond.

“Well, I suppose we should get to work, now that we’re all warmed up, huh?” you suggest.

“Yeah. Let's get this dusty-old house spotless.”

That night, you can't fall asleep.

This in itself isn’t a rare occurrence—most Scouts have somewhat questionable sleeping habits. Between the world of titans and watching comrades die, there's plenty of reasons for soldiers to struggle with sleeping.

The problem is, at least tonight, the culprit isn’t insomnia.

It’s… something else.

Something that's lead your thoughts astray.

Maybe it's everything that happened with the Captain earlier, maybe it's the snowy setting that feels oddly romantic, maybe it's the cold that zapped your brain but... you keep on imagining what it’d be like to have Levi next to you, doing indescribable things to you. You imagine him turning on his pillow, taking his time to take in every line of your exposed skin. He’d unravel you with his gaze alone, you’re sure of it. Would he bestow the same intensity he reserves in training? Would his fingers hook around your limbs with the same ferocity? You think they might.

You think—

You groan, cutting your fantasies short. You and your damn fixation on Captain Levi—the one person who couldn’t possibly be less within your reach. This crush of yours must be a cruel joke from Maria, Rose, Sina… maybe all three of them combined.

More importantly, why is it all resurfacing now of all times? It's been fucking years that this one-sided crush of yours has been, just, there. In all this time, you've managed to reign in your emotions.

So why? Why won't your mind stop wandering into dangerous territories? Why can't you shut it down even now?

Whatever the reason may be, you need to find a solution to your... predicament. You suppose you could try to be quiet about it here, to bring yourself the release you desire, but you fear your Captain hearing you, given that he's sleeping in the room next to yours. You can’t imagine being caught in the act of pleasuring yourself.

No.

You need to find somewhere private.

Somewhere like…

Oh.

The hot springs.

Of course—why didn’t you think about it before?

At once, you shuffle to a seated position in your bed, glancing out of the windows of the bedroom. The weather has cleared up by now, freckles of delicate white weaving through the air. Just beyond it, the hot spring awaits.

Serene. Lovely. Inviting.

Just the kind of spot you've been dreaming of.

Sure, your Captain wasn’t too keen on the smell, but you can wash afterwards.

Yes, this will have to do.

With your grand master-plan now laid out, you quickly spring into action. You gather your belongings: a towel, boots, an oil lamp.

In the main room, the remains of the fireplace are still dim and warm. Levi is occupying the second bedroom, and his door is closed shut—just as you’d hoped. It’s well past midnight, he must be asleep.

You grin to yourself. So far, your plan is a resounding success.

Outside, the air hangs still. The blizzard's fury has long passed, leaving only delicate snowflakes that twirl gracefully through the air. You pause to savor the newfound peace, taking in the picturesque landscape: rolling hills blanketed in pristine white, majestic forests embracing the mountain's gorges.

And the hot springs.

Nestled nearby, the cabin's springs stretch impressively, their shape narrow and serpentine rather than wide. Smooth rocks jut out over the water's edges, with pines and shrubs clinging to them. Together with the rising steam, they weave a misty veil that softens your view of the night.

Shedding your clothes, you quickly step in.

And oh... the initial touch of warm water is everything you'd hoped for and more. It sends a delightful trail of goosebumps trailing across your body.

The hot spring is shallow enough for ease, yet deep enough to envelop you comfortably as you sit. As you wade deeper, the water laps gently just above your chest, soothing the day’s weariness from your muscles. You let out a contented sigh, a particular knot in your spine coming undone.

This is the respite you've craved these past hours, especially after today's strenuous hike. It's a pity, really, that your Captain was so against the hot springs. This might have done him some good.

You venture further in with a smile plastered on your face. The clear waters mirror the starlit sky above, inviting you to explore every tranquil corner of this secluded paradise.

It isn't until you're midway across the hot spring, shoulders dipped beneath the water, that a sense of unease begins to gnaw at you.

Light.

Movement.

Noise.

With the instincts of a trained Scout, you crouch into the water. Through the shrubs, you suddenly notice a pool of yellow light, too intense and artificial to be anything natural. Strange. It bears the distinct glow of the oil lamps used by the Survey Corps. More troubling still, there's a subtle sound of splashing water.

Your gaze flicks anxiously to where your clothes lie scattered, a distance away. You didn't bring a weapon with you. Should you attempt to go back?

Before you can think further on what to do next, your peripheral catches a glimpse of pale skin.

You freeze.

In the thickening steam, rising like delicate spirals into the chilly air, it’s hard to trust your eyes. This could easily be a hallucination.

But as the figure emerges, shoulders and back surfacing smoothly from the water, the reality sets in sharply.

It's him.

Captain Levi.

The man you’ve had a crush on for as long as you remember.

The man who you were just fantasizing about.

The man who’s currently naked a short distance away from you.

Oh.

Oh no.

This is bad.

Levi is clearly out for a swim. Apparently unaware of your presence, he pauses at the edge of the spring closest to a hill. He tilts his head back, hand brushing back wet hair. He looks up at the sky, oddly peaceful.

(The altitude is so high that it almost looks like your Captain could touch stars if he wanted to.)

But then your attention is drawn inexorably to the droplets cascading down his bare chest, and the full implications of your predicament crash over you.

Sure, water conceals Levi’s lower body, but his upper body leaves little left to the imagination. The curves of his shoulders, sloping down towards well-sculpted biceps. His chest, marked with scars and lines left by ODM use. His abs, well-defined and toned—a feat you know is only possible due to his diligent training ethic.

Already, warning bells ring in your brain.

What are you doing still standing here? By some miracle, Levi hasn’t noticed you. But with his perceptive senses, it won’t be long before he does.

And when that happens, you’re in trouble. Not only are you naked and gawking, but you also have no real reason to be here.

You could try to tell him you couldn't sleep. If anyone could understand, it might be Levi. The man rarely sleeps.

But you’re not entirely sure your Captain wouldn’t see right through your deception. He's sharp like that.

That can't happen. You can't admit to him the real reason you came out here: to touch yourself while thinking of him.

You need to leave. Now.

Which is why you carefully start to back away, eyes trained on him—praying he doesn't notice you.

Unfortunately, while you miraculously slipped past Levi’s attention the first time around, your luck has run out. His focus shifts, honed like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.

Then comes his voice, slicing through the quiet of the night. “Who’s there?”

The familiar timbre sends shivers down your spine and tightens the knot between your legs.

Panic sets in.

Desperate, you dive underwater, hoping to blend into the natural shroud provided by the spring.

But Levi isn’t called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. With instincts sharper than a knife, you see the blurred outline of his pale body trudge through the water at an alarming speed.

Shit.

Levi’s voice rumbles through the water, but the meaning of his words are drowned by the elements. Your lungs burn as you begin to swim away, the mingling bubbles and steam clouding around you, the sulfuric scent of the spring sharp in your nostrils.

You pump every ounce of strength in your frantic escape.

Then a strong hand clamps around your arm, and you're dragged upwards.

“Oi!”

Instinctively, your hand lashes out, grabbing hold as your body is yanked forward. You gasp, air filling your lungs, the cold biting at your wet skin.

Your eyes round when you realize what your hand has landed on: one of Levi’s biceps.

You glance up, eyes locking with your Captain's surprised face.

A choked sound escapes you.

“What...” He says your first name, a frown settling between his militant brows. There's a lull in the conversation, like he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing, but his barking tone soon replaces it. “What the hell are you doing?”

Moments later, his lips press together in a taut line, and his biting grip tightens. He pushes back so that you're pressed against the edge of the hot spring, where he lets you go.

You land with a splash.

At once, you attempt to cover yourself using your hands, dipping into the water so that you're almost entirely submerged. Levi looms over you, apparently not feeling discomfort from being naked before you. The water level arrives below his waist, and you can’t help but notice a trail of trimmed black hair that starts just above his navel.

You want to scream.

Your eyes fleet back up. His expression is inscrutable, but his eyes carry an intensity that you've only seen reserved for training sessions.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself,” Levi grumbles, magnetic and sharp.

“I—” you begin, only to close your mouth again.

You… what? You can’t tell Levi the truth. You would rather drown than admit to your lewd intentions.

But you also have to say something.

“—I didn’t realize you were in here,” you manage with some difficulty.

There. That's not a lie, is it? You wouldn't dare to come in here if you knew your Captain would be around.

Unfortunately, your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

“And why aren’t you asleep?” he asks.

You bite the inside of your cheek, watching the steam envelop Levi’s torso. “I couldn’t sleep, sir.”

“We’ve got a long hike ahead of us tomorrow. You can’t be dead weight because you wanted to go on a midnight stroll.”

You hate this… this feeling that you are letting him down. It’s everything you strive to avoid when it comes to your Captain. You’re proud to be in his squad and you pride yourself on being the best soldier you can be.

“That won't happen, sir. I can carry my weight.” You try to sound resolute, calm and collected. You fear you may be failing. “And Captain… I find it a bit odd that you're saying all of this to me.”

“What?”

Walls. You’re treading dangerous territories.

You clear your throat, waving a hand in the air. “Didn't you say the water was unhygienic? That it reeked? That we should both go to sleep?”

"Get to the point."

"I just assumed..." you mumble, chewing at the inside of your cheeks.

"Oh, I see." Something flashes in his eyes. Torture. "You hoped you could just do as you please, that the curfew rules didn't apply to you. Hate to break off your fantasies, soldier, but that's not going to happen. I'm here and you're caught."

"Well, you also need sleep, so..." you attempt, dipping your chin away from him and into the water. Levi's eyes narrow. You clear your throat. “I’m just speaking out of concern.”

“Then don’t concern yourself.”

You grimace. You're really not doing too well with all of this, are you?

You need to turn the tide, somehow.

“I apologize, Captain. But I don’t think I’m in the wrong," you try to reason. "My track record speaks for itself: I’ve never faltered, even when running on fumes. You know I haven’t. I couldn’t sleep and this seemed like the best solution to reach that end. I wasn’t planning to stay here all night or to be a burden, sir; I just needed to clear my head before going to bed.”

You look at him again, trying to stand straighter for your words.

Levi's expression doesn't falter.

Then, he lets out a long exhale, half-turning away from you. “Look, I'm not your parent. Do as you please. But don’t come crying to me tomorrow if you're tired. You better be able to keep up. I expect nothing less of you.”

Your Captain must recognize that level-headed attitude he witnessed plenty of times out on expeditions, or he wouldn’t let you go down so easily.

Levi rubs his eyelids with the tips of his fingers. “And next time, pay better attention. There are all manners of perverts in this world. Even if this place seemed abandoned, you can never be too careful. It’s unlike you to be so careless.”

You chuckle nervously. If only Levi realized you’re the only degenerate lurking these waters.

“Right,” you answer. “Lucky it’s just you.”

As you say those words, Levi looks at you—really looks at you—and something shifts in his expression. His eyes move away from your face, casting his stern gaze over the rest of your body, as if seeing you for the first time.

His attention makes your breath stop.

“You should still be careful," he says in a low tone. "Men in the military are still men.”

You swallow loudly, a delicious sensation coiling at the bottom of your stomach. There’s something suggestive in Levi’s words, isn't there? You tell yourself that it’s just him showing his concern and that it means nothing beyond that.

“As I said, lucky it’s just you,” you repeat.

Then, Levi surprises you.

He takes a step forward, cornering you further to the edge of the spring. His stare glints like starlight.

Your heart leaps. What is he doing? Outside of training, Levi never approaches you like this.

You try to keep your cool at the sudden proximity. Knowing that just one peek down, and you’d see what lies between your Captain's legs. You briefly wonder what his cock looks like.

If it’s like the rest of him…

Stop.

You need to focus now—your Captain is speaking to you.

“And who’s saying I’m not the sort of man to take advantage of a situation like this one?”

Your breath hitches, unsure if you heard him correctly. His gray eyes linger on your bare shoulders, fixing it like his stare could pierce through them.

Is he... is he testing you?

Your eyes meet again. His pupils are dilated, yours are wide.

“I know you,” you hear yourself say, “you’re not that type of man.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. Snow continues to dust the air, melting into the warm water surrounding you both. A faint gust of wind wheezes from down the mountain.

“You have that much faith in me, do you?” Levi asks quietly.

Your eyes flit back up. Levi has dipped further down into the water. He looks... pensive, eyes fixing his rippled reflection.

The sight of him so close almost takes the air out of your lungs.

And you’re reminded of how handsome your Captain is.

In all the years you’ve known him, all you could do was admire him from a distance—trying to keep your feelings and attraction for him in check. But Levi has always been beautiful, even when you denied yourself the opportunity to think so.

Deep-set eyes that remind you of muted skies—the occasional spark of blue shining when the sun hits his face just right. A velvety undercut that you know he trims himself every other week, the rest of his shiny hair parted in the middle. Rosy lips that appear permanently pressed together—only you’ve seen it: on the rare occasions that your Captain allows himself a downtime to drink a cup of tea with his squad and friends… yeah, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, and the world is graced with one of Levi’s rare smiles. It’s a sight that you’ve kept locked in your heart.

“Yes,” you whisper, “I do.”

Levi's eyes come smoldering back onto you. “Speak up.”

“I would follow you to the ends of the earth, Captain Levi.”

It's true.

You first agreed to join Levi’s squad because you’d seen him fly, seen the way he handled his ODM gear. You grew to respect him like no one else. You stayed because of the sort of leader Levi proved to be. He didn’t demand authority like the rest, but he exuded it all the same. He didn’t care to be Humanity’s Strongest, but he still garnered hope and made people believe in him.

“I mean it,” you add, “I’m devoted to you.”

Levi's face pinches. “Careful with your words. I don’t like thoughtless sheep.”

“That’s not what I mean. You know I’m not scared to question your orders if I disagree with them. I’m smart and I’m strong. But even so, you’re the person I followed when I joined the Scouts. I would do anything for you.”

His eyes do not blink. “Anything.”

“Anything.”

Levi swallows heavily, taking a step back.

“Don’t say shit like that," he mutters. "Anything is everything. Other people would abuse your willingness. You should be careful.”

A moment passes by. You lick your lips, already moistened by the fog. Suddenly, you recall the actual reason for being here. You’re hot, burning. Like if you don’t get the release you desire, you might just need to cool off in the snow somewhere.

It might be why you dare to say your next words.

“Do you want to abuse my willingness?” you ask.

Levi’s stare darts back to you. Before you can control it, you squeeze your thighs tightly together, finding the tension unbearable. Levi takes notice: his eyes burn up and down, mouth parted.

It's maybe Levi's stupor that makes you act next. You push yourself up on the balls of your feet, rising with an arm draped over your breasts. The water provides a somewhat decent cover over what lies below your waist, but it does nothing to stop runlets plowing down your exposed curves.

Levi’s goes still.

And you push through.

“I lied, Captain Levi,” you tell him.

His brows knit together.

“The truth is, I came out here because," you avert your gaze, "… because I needed relief.”

“Relief.”

“Yes, relief in the…," your cheeks grow warm, "physical sense, I mean.”

“You mean masturbation.”

“You’re putting it rather plainly, but sure,” you mumble. “I.. I’d still like that relief, sir.”

“Look, whatever depravity you’re up to does not concern—”

“With you. I'd like for it to be with you.”

Everything goes still after that.

Levi’s entire face is blank, as if he sucked in all his emotions. All you can hear is the light gust of wind, swallowed by the mountains.

“What..." Levi opens his mouth, then closes it shut again as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. The knot in his throat bobs in what you can only describe as the most painful seconds of your life. You swear your heartbeat must be loud enough for him to hear. "What you're suggesting. You realize that it’s against the rules.”

“I realize, sir,” you say.

“That I’m your Captain and you’re my subordinate?”

Dread settles at the bottom of your stomach. Yikes, you’re in for one of his lectures, aren’t you?

“Yes, Captain Levi.”

“That both of us could get in trouble if this gets out?”

... What?

Your eyes flit up.

Did you hear him correctly?

Levi assesses you. He takes a step forward and you shrivel back as he plants his arms on either side of your body, caging you in. He dips down into the water to come eye-level with you.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, stare never straying from yours.

You blink. Is your Captain seeking to understand your desires?

"S-sir?” you stutter.

“Tell me what you want, if you could have it,” he says.

Oh shit, he is. Your Captain is actually trying to understand what you want.

“Oh, um," you fumble with your words, heartbeat climbing up to your throat. Truthfully, you never expected to make it this far, so you feel unprepared. "Well, in my fantasies, my partner would… touch me, sir.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere. But I suppose it begins with a… kiss.”

Levi’s eyes flicker to your lips.

Oh, fuck.

"Show me."

Your eyes widen. "S-show you?"

"That's what I just said."

Now, normally, you'd be the type to overthink and overanalyze just about everything. So when your Captain says those words, beckons you closer, you stop thinking.

You do as he asks and you kiss him.

And you discover that his mouth is soft, like velvet on skin.

Then Levi leans into you—moving his lips over yours, cupping your cheeks with more vigor—and you realize that it’s truly happening. Your hands fall onto his chest bone and his heartbeat sparks under your fingertips. It's his heart. The heart he dedicated to the Survey Corps—it's yours, if only for a brief moment.

And reality crashes on you.

You’re kissing Levi Ackerman. Your Captain. Humanity's Strongest.

Holy shit.

Not wanting to waste this fleeting opportunity (because surely, this can't last), you slide your tongue further into the depths of his mouth. Levi lets out a hum of approval, and you taste him—taste the chamomile he drinks most evenings and the mint from his toothpaste.

When your eyes venture open, you find that your Captain’s steely gaze is already fixed on you, watching you through a half-lidded stare. You can see the clear blue ring around his silver irises.

It only makes you want him more.

"C-captain," you say through the kiss.

Levi breaks apart briefly. “Tell me.”

You take his hand and guide it to your chest.

“T-touch me here. Please.”

Levi acquiesces, gripping the bud of your nipple between two fingers and pinching, hard.

Pleasure ripples through your body, making you whimper in place.

At that moment, you can only imagine what you look like—flushed, pliant and pleading for more. You’ve never shown this side of yourself to him before; you wonder if it repulses him.

Wrong, utterly wrong. The opposite seems to be true, in fact; your Captain seems to delight himself with this facet you are revealing.

“Desperate, are we?” he murmurs into the shell of your ear, tone dripping with a husky sense of satisfaction.

Before you can answer to his teasing, his mouth moves over your neck, while his hands continue to caress your breasts. The contrast of temperatures is so stark—the hot spring so warm, his skin so cold—that it makes you audibly gasp.

Your hands slide up towards his nape, and you brush the brittle undercut and twist, tugging him closer.

That’s when you feel it… the hardness—his hardness, pressing against your plump flesh.

At the contact, the Captain groans against your throat, biting down without restraint. You whimper, attempting to push back, but Levi's teeth don't let go.

"Quit squirming," he mutters.

Your warm breath clouds the air. “C-captain, please.”

“Mm?”

"Please touch me. I can’t bear to wait anymore.”

In response, Levi slides his free hand to tug at your hair. He pulls on your locks, exposing the side of your neck for him to ravish, nibbling from the tip of your ear to your collarbone.

“Don't you know that all good things come to those who wait?” he says.

Vindictive that your Captain is depriving you of what you’ve asked, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. You roll your hips forward, grinding against him, a fleeting attempt to make him just as desperate at you are.

Levi hisses as your soft curves plow against his erection. “You little minx.”

He pulls you back to shoot you a glare. Dangerous move, his eyes convey. And yet, it also gives you a glimpse into his state and, oh... interesting. You aren’t the only one who’s flustered, you realize—rosiness dusts his cheeks and his pupils are wide-shot black.

Your lips quirk into a playful smile.

Levi shrugs with one arm, looking away. “Be patient, will you?” His voice is hoarse. “I’m not someone who does things half-way.”

You roll your eyes. “Uh-huh. Believe me, I’ve noticed.”

Levi lets out a grunt that’s so decidedly him.

Suddenly, Levi completely lets go and your body drops into the water. You frown. One of Levi's lids twitches.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Teaching you some patience. Wait here and stay put."

"But, you said—“

“—that's an order.”

You close your mouth, shivering at the commanding tone in his voice. You aren't sure how you'll be able to go back from this after tonight—listening to his orders on the battlefield is going to be a nightmare.

Nonetheless, you do as he says, watching as he swims offshore where the oil lamp is placed.

And the whole situation hits you like bricks.

Holy shit.

You just kissed Captain Levi. And you're about to do more with him.

Why exactly is it happening now, of all times, you wonder? Why is your Captain allowing this?

In all the years you’ve been working alongside the Captain, you always thought your crush had gone unnoticed, or if Levi knew, that he had ignored it altogether.

Your observations are cut short as Levi comes back, holding up his towel and his green cloak above the water's surface.

You raise a questioning brow.

“I’m not touching you in this water, natural spring or not.” Your Captain unfolds the towel as he places it neatly over the smooth edge of the hot spring that's snow-free, casting the cloak behind. He shifts his blank stare on you, and taps on the ground with one hand. “Sit.”

You gulp, self-conscious at the idea of exposing yourself like this. Sure, it’s nighttime, and sure, the steam obscures the air, but he’s demanding a level of vulnerability that you hardly give out.

Levi picks up on your hesitation in a flash of a moment, reading you like a book. “You can still back away from this, you know.”

“I… no. No, I want this.” And you do—the way your core pulsates even now should be a telltale sign of just how much you want this. “I really want this.”

“Then what? You’re never uncertain during expeditions.”

“That’s because I know my shit out there. It’s not that easy with you. This is scary.”

Levi scoffs. “You think I’m scarier than a titan?”

“Of course not. But I overthink.”

Levi traps your chin between two fingers, tilting your head so you’re forced to look at him. “Then don’t think.”

You falter, mouth parting. Levi skims a thumb over your lower lip. The sudden gentleness behind his words, combined with his actions, makes you falter.

“Okay,” you find yourself whispering back.

“Okay, what?”

You meet his stare head-on. His eyes are no longer a muted silver, but turning towards a stormy gray. They demand an answer.

And you have just the thing to give him.

“Please help me not to think, Captain.”

Levi lets out a long hum as he slides closer. There, he takes the time to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your neck, all the while his hands create a path down your body, exploring for the first time.

“Is that what you want?” he asks in a low tone. “For me to help you stop thinking?”

“Y-yes." You swallow loudly. "You have complete control. Do whatever you want to me, just... get me there.”

In one movement, Levi plucks you off the ground, his hands gripping your ass as if you weighed nothing at all. You squirm in his grip, clutching his back for support as your wet flesh slides against his own. He then carefully places you onto the towel so that you're sitting on the edge of the hot spring, your calves dipping into the water. The rocks under you are smooth, and you now tower over him.

Levi takes a step back to admire you, his eyes roving over every facet of your body, tracing your curves with meticulous care.

It makes you squirm in place. “Captain…”

“Levi,” he answers without missing a beat, engrossed in admiring your body. He parts your legs as he anchors himself in between them, where he draws circles along your rib cage, thumb slotting along every dip.

“Huh?”

His silver eyes look up to you, a fire in them that wasn’t there before.

“We’re not here as soldiers, so. Just call me Levi,” he says.

One hand nestles along the flesh of your waist while you tremble in his arms. Levi angles your head sideways with his other palm, siphoning your neck with kisses before finding a sensitive spot that makes you gasp.

“Alright… ah, Levi,” you say with some difficulty. It feels strange to call your Captain so informally, but there’s something arousing about it too.

"And if I do anything that displeases you or that feels too much, just so."

"Say what?"

He pulls back for a moment. "I don't know, pick something."

"Anything?"

He nods.

You think about it for a moment when the idea hits you. "Okay... Green, red. Formation colors."

Levi scoffs. "Titan formations."

"You said to pick, so I picked. Still a soldier through and through, right?"

"Whatever you say."

Levi’s hand trails to your chest, moving to cup one of your breasts between his nimble digits. His thumbs toy with it while his tongue finds its place along the valley of your second breast.

His hot breath drifts against the tip of your hardened tit, “I'm gonna go down on you.”

Before you can answer, Levi flicks the bud of your nipples with his teeth, swirling his tongue in circles that sparks pleasure everywhere—leaving you to moan and hold onto his set of hair.

Your words tumble mid-breath. “Are you s-sure?”

Levi’s stare lock with yours, his lips still sealed to your breast. He pulls away with a pop, a thread of saliva connecting between his mouth and your nipple.

The sight makes you want to scream.

“Have I ever said anything I didn’t mean?” he asks.

A shiver runs down your spine.

“No… I guess not. I… fuck, okay, yes. Go down on me, Levi. Green, so fucking green.”

Levi takes a step back, using your name to usher you into execution. “On your back, then, and put my cloak on. You’re not catching a fucking cold from this.”

I don’t think I’ll be getting cold with what's ahead, you think to yourself.

Nonetheless, you comply with his orders. You slide his cloak over your shoulders and prop your elbows down. Before you can blink, Levi pulls you towards him by the grip of your thighs, causing your back to lie flush with the ground. You glance at him, bewildered.

Levi has wrapped his hands around the meat of your legs, parting them to have full access. There's a wild glint to his eyes, like what you have between your legs is making him lose himself. Before you can blink, Levi begins to heed kisses on the inner parts of your legs, his touch slow and treacherous. It makes your hips buck, twitching beneath him.

“Sensitive, are we?” Levi tuts, his warm breath tickling your skin.

Any clever answer you might have given him is snuffed out as his warm breath falls on your sex. His hot tongue dips into your folds, something almost wicked in the way he rams in. You jerk up, calves sliding out of the water to wrap themselves around his neck.

You shoot up to grab a fistful of his hair.

But Levi stops you in your tracks. He pulls back, gathering your wrists in one hand. “Stay put. You can look but you can’t touch.”

And with that, he flings your wrists to your stomach, clinging onto you as his other hand pins one leg down. Then, he relishes in the wetness between your legs, slowing down in a manner that’s oh so sensual.

That wicked little man.

“Captain,” you complain, trembling beneath his touch. You can’t take it anymore—not being able to move, being held down as he unravels you, and now he teases you with his tongue?

It’s too much and at the same, it's not enough.

In response, Levi doubles down on his efforts.

“S-s-shit,” you breathe out, your mind going into overdrive from being pinned like this.

You knew of Levi’s strength, of course. Everyone within the Walls knows about Humanity’s Strongest. You’ve even had the privilege to witness it firsthand on expeditions.

But seeing it used in his lovemaking, well… it's something else entirely.

“You fucking tease. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?” you mutter.

His voice hums against your sex. “And what if I am?”

That’s when Levi hits your spot, tenderly sucking on your clit in a way that makes you heave. This time, you can’t help but release a louder moan, hips arching up to meet his lips.

But just as you're about to reach that bliss you've craved all along, Levi pulls away.

You're left cold. Aching.

You tilt your head to gape at him. Levi’s mouth glistens with your slickness, but it does nothing to quell down your frustration.

What the hell is he doing?

You’re about to mouth him off when his expression shifts, stormy eyes narrowing.

“Patience,” he grits out.

It’s painful, the way he just delayed your orgasm. In the absence of his touch, your core throbs, begging for some kind of release.

So despite him being your superior, you can’t help but let out disgruntled words, “I don’t like being delayed, sir.”

Levi scoffs as his hands travel back onto your dampened skin. “I always knew you’d get bossy in bed.”

Your brows raise, wondering if you heard him correctly. Does this mean your Captain has thought about you… in bed?

Before you can ask, Levi moves on, dipping back into the task at hand. He shoves your legs apart, pinning you in place with an iron grip. His other hand trails over your damp inner thigh, positioning one finger at the entrance of your vagina, a digit sliding in. You feel your walls clench around his finger, pleasure ebbing through you as he discovers that magic spot that makes your toes curl.

“Perfect fucking cunt,” Levi slurs against you, cheek pressed against your shaking leg as he glides his deft finger with steady movements, mouth nuzzling closer to your silky clit.

You whimper at his praises, hips bulking up to chase his tongue. You try to keep quiet, but the more your Captain learns where to hit your points of pleasure, the more you think you may not maintain this charade for very long.

You realize that the way he delayed your orgasm has made the buildup now so much more intense. Your muscles tense, like a spring about to let loose.

So the relief that comes from Levi’s mouth wrapping against your clit again brings tears in your eyes. Pleasure seeps in. You try to grind against him to chase it even faster, but Levi remains unwilling to allow you to assert your dominance here—he keeps you pinned, keeping complete control, like he said he would.

More—you need more.

“Please, Captain. Please, please, please.”

In response, Levi doubles down on his efforts. It's as if all he needed was to hear you plead to give you exactly what you want. His digit rams into you, the pad of his thumb moving to tease you while his tongue flicks your clit with increased fervency.

Your heart drums quicker than a horse’s canter.

“… shit, shit, shit,” you choke.

When you open your eyes again, you find that Levi’s face is locked on you already—his compact muscles tense, his usual steel-eyes now a smoky haze. If only you knew what this is doing to him. His mouth seals on your bundle of nerves with a groan, his digit curling to rub your g-spot, thrusting with well-timed movements.

And then, he hits the point you were begging to be touched all along, groaning into your folds…

Right.

There.

The coil splits and your climax flares.

Your mouth opens to release a silent scream, skull rolling back as tiny warm tingles swim through your body.

Holy hell.

Levi stays with you through the orgasm, riding the bliss with you. He takes in the sight of you coming undone for him—learning from it, committing it in his memory.

Legs shaking, you don’t even register Levi tending to you as you come down. He licks your wetness pulsating in his mouth, enraptured in the taste of it as he takes it all in. With meticulous dexterity, he slides his coated fingers into his mouth, watching you as he goes about it.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you stutter out.

In response, Levi only continues to pepper kisses over your trembling legs. A madman, you think.

After a moment, Levi’s touch slides away. The sound of water sloshing as he pushes himself out of the hot spring.

Your head lulls sideways to admire him.

Levi’s neck is flushed—whether from the stream or from going down on you, it’s hard to tell—but it’s about the most bewitching sight you’ve ever seen. He sinks to his knees, like a religious man kneels before the Three Goddesses, and your breath falters as you catch sight of his erection.

He’s hard, tip flushed red. A trail of black hair paves down from his navel to his erection, while the rest of his body glistens under the moonlight. Sinewy muscles and tendons, locked together—years of relentless training and surviving on display.

The sight of it makes it impossible to think.

“Captain Levi,” you say with some urgency.

“Mm?”

“I’m gonna need you inside me. Now.”

“Are you ordering me around?” There's slight derision in his voice, twisting your insides.

“Yes,” you lick your lip, eyes locking with his, “that’s right, I’m ordering you.”

Levi huffs, forearms flexing as he crawls towards you—slowly, like a predator does its prey. With his body still warm from the hot spring, it creates a fog around him, his pale skin gleaming like gossamer.

Levi's voice remains steady, eyes impassive, but there's a hint of something in his eyes that tells you he enjoys being spoken back to.

“Someone thinks highly of herself, ordering her Captain around,” he chastises.

“Said Captain has yet to say no.”

“And why would I refuse you?”

At that, your Captain captures your lips. Your savor the way his body molds into yours, tasting your muskiness on his tongue. A wonderful sensation overwhelms you then—knowing you allowed your body to succumb to his touches, knowing he wanted to taste you in this manner.

As he breaks away the kiss, you can't help but continue to ask for more.

“Sir…”

Levi tugs at your waist, sliding you back down with force. “What did I say about calling me by my name?”

He looms over you, his bangs dusting his face. Your lips twitch into a coy smile, sliding your fingers into his slick hair. It's so soft.

“And what if I want to call you by your title?” you ask.

“Oh, is that how it is?” Despite the neutral tone in his voice, there’s something dark in his stare, heightened by pink cheeks and red ears. He strokes the ball of your shoulder with his thumb. “You’re one of those people who gets off on authority, huh?”

You grip his arms, turning your head away. Levi rubs his cock over your clit, teasing you and spreading your wetness. You mewl.

“You're lucky I'm feeling generous,” Levi says in your ear. “You better use it well."

Your breath catches in your chest as the tip of his length enters you. His warm hands skim over the flesh of your body, letting you slowly adjust to him, cradling you.

“That will all depend on you, Captain Levi,” you manage to pant out, letting the l sound roll of your tongue.

He grates out your name. “So fucking mouthy.”

“Well, I learned from the best, sir.”

Levi’s stare locks onto you, gazing at you like he was in a trance. His Adam's apple bobs. He almost looks vulnerable for a split moment.

“You've watched me, have you?” he says in a low tone.

Your cheeks warm at the suggestion in Levi’s words, mouth parting to contest when you feel his forefinger run along your lower lash line. Your eyes meet his piercing gaze.

He leans close, mouth hovering close to yours.

“I've watched you too,” he confesses.

And then, Levi slams into you.

Your cry mixes in with Levi's groan. Reaching blindly for something to hold on to, wanting��needing—him to understand just what he’s doing to you, you settle on clawing at his back. Levi’s thrusts are treacherous—painfully slow at first, pounding with full intensity.

The way of a man trying to ruin you.

“Holy s-shit,” you breathe, puffs of white clouding the air.

Levi holds you close as his hips roll forward to settle on a cadence that matches your vices, his flushed cheeks pressing against yours. You hook your fingers, grinding into his touch—your mind edging towards complete absolution.

“F-fuck,” he mutters, voice decadent. "You're so. Perfect.”

His words cause something delicious to swirl within you.

Levi slings an arm around your back, the other hooking up one knee to position himself deeper, slipping out and back into your wanting heat. You watch as his lips press together like he were trying to contain back a moan, but it’s obscured by your vision blurring at the sensation of his length stretching you out.

With one traitorous jerk, your walls throb in pleasure, eyes brimming with tears as you stare at Levi’s pale skin and the snow mingling together. Your nails scratch his hips, leaving red marks on his soft, plush skin.

“Levi,” you plead.

Levi, what? You aren’t sure what you’re calling out to him for. You’re too forgone, too dizzy, to notice you used his first name, let alone find the words to finish that thought.

His back muscles go taut under your fingertips, his spine moving in accordion with the rolling of his hips.

More.

“Captain, please, please—.”

“Be patient,” he grits out. His tousled hair clings over his forehead, lips parting as your bodies merge into one. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Suddenly, he pulls out of you and flips you over so that you’re on all four. He angles your waist up, one hand pinning your neck down, the other holding onto your hair, as he slides back in..

Then Levi moves down on you and bites your right shoulder—hard. Pleasures ripples through your body, feeling his mark on your skin.

"Color?" he asks, voice shaking.

"Ngh... green, so fucking green." You whimper, nails scratching at the soil. “Do it again."

And Levi only delivers, his bite turning to something strong enough to bruise as he thrusts into you.

You wonder what Levi looks like up there, gripping at your waist while the rest of your body curves face down. You wish you could frame a picture for yourself to stow away.

If you could see your Captain, you’d see that his eyes are trained on the sight of your naked body glistening with sweat. You’d catch him fixing his cock getting lost inside of you, your walls clamping around him. You’d see the way his eyes marvel at your curves—how your body blends with valleys of snow over the horizon. You'd see the blush spreading from his neck to his ears, burning the way you are.

A state of euphoria.

“F-f-fuck. I can't get enough of you,” you hear him confess.

Can’t get enough of you? Are you hearing him correctly? Since when does your Captain speak like that?

Still, his words seem to ignite something inside you, emboldened to see more of this side your Captain is revealing.

“Tell me,” you murmur, pleasuring building and building.

His answer doesn’t miss a beat, straightening up to pound into you harder. “You drive me crazy.”

Levi’s fingers dig into your flesh, something needy, something bruising, about his grip.

“Yeah? Then let me let you in on something, Levi… Captain, ah,” you mutter, eyes fluttering as he continues to fill you up. “The reason I came out here in the first place was because… ngh, I wanted to imagine your fingers touching me. Wanted to imagine it was you fingering me.”

“F-fuck,” Levi hisses.

He grips your hips with full-blooded vigor, siphoning into you with a quickened pace.

“Captain, I—”

But your words die out when three fingers find a place on your swollen clit. Your brain short-circuits.

Your orgasm splinters into the night.

You go boneless, sagging into pure bliss, while Levi continues to thrust into you. Feeling your walls clench so tightly, creaming his length, he follows soon after—the rushing heat of his climax answers your own, his pulsing cock engulfed by your heat.

And your brain? Your brain is numb.

For a moment, all the two of you can do is pant and attempt to regain your senses. One of Levi’s hand rests on the small of your back, while you slowly uncurl your fingers from the ground.

Eventually, Levi slides out of you. He uses the towel to help you clean up. You watch him go about it, mind still delirious, something almost coy about the way he handles the aftercare of your lovemaking.

When all is said and done, a comfortable silence fills the air.

It’s now well past twilight, and both of you only have a precious few hours before you’re back on the road.

Neither of you are particularly tired. You let your sore body slide back into the warm water with your Captain by your side. You watch the mountains slope down, elbows perked on the edge of the hot spring, basking in the utter peace that comes from this sort of silence.

You lean a cheek on your propped hand to watch him. A light breeze tousles Levi’s black hair, faint snow dusting the air. You count the scars twined on his torso, wondering about the story behind each one.

Maybe one day, your Captain might open up about each of them.

"Did it work?" Levi interrupts the trembling silence, watching as you draw circles over the smooth edge of the hot spring.

Your eyes circle around to meet his cloudy stare.

You raise a brow. "Did what work?"

"Did you stop thinking?"

You snort, recalling your pleading request. "Yeah. I stopped thinking. And... thank you, by the way."

Levi hums. There's another lull in the conversation, filled with comfortable silence.

“I guess I don’t need to tell you that this should remain between us,” he says.

That makes you roll your eyes. “Aw, you wound me, Captain. Here I was hoping to gossip with everyone about the way you like to eat people out.”

Levi shoots you an unimpressed look.

“I’m not stupid, Levi,” you add.

Levi clicks his tongue. “No, just too fucking ballsy. Never knew your mouth ran so wild.”

You smirk. “Well, sorry to say, sir, but you’ve not seen half of what my mouth can do.”

You swear a a rosy hue dusts the ridge of his nose. “You're a shameless thing, you know that?”

You laugh, tilting your head sideways. “I told you. I know what I want.”

“Clearly,” he remarks, eying you. “And you’ve wanted this for a while.”

Despite having just had his face buried between your legs, you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed at that comment and the confession it demands of you.

“Never said that,” you dismiss.

“No? What were your exact words? That you—”

“Don’t repeat what I said!” you hiss, glaring at him. “It was in the heat of the moment. You can’t hold it against me.”

Levi grunts in an amused way, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, unsure how he might use this knowledge. You didn't think about any of it before, but where do you go from here?

Levi gives you that answer seconds later. He raises a hand to your face, tugging a strand behind your ear and swirling his thumb over your jaw.

“Well, next time you dream of my fingers, just come to me,” he says simply.

There’s an intensity in his gray eyes that wasn’t there before.

You go still.

Next time?

Is that a promise?

His thumb presses over your neck, feeling you gulp against his fingertip. Your stomach contracts in anticipation.

Oh, it is a promise.

You could get used to this new side of your Captain.

And then Levi retreats, eyes never wavering from yours, and bobs his head towards the chalet.

“Now to the shower, we’re not reeking come morning.”

“But—”

“That’s an order, soldier.”

You sigh.

There’s the Captain you’ve grown to like so much.

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laughterbynight · 2 years ago

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Le Comfort Tags

this is going to be long

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Comfort Movie(s): 2005 Pride & Prejudice, Jurassic Park, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, A Little Princess, The Secret Garden, and Under the Tuscan Sun. Can't remember how well some of those aged...

Comfort Food (s): (okay so for about 9 months I had long covid before we had vaccines, which means, weirdly, my body developed allergies to a lot of foods I could tolerate previously. Old faves have *)

Cheese, big glass of Milk*, Pizza*, Tortellini Alfredo*, Miso Soup, Diet Coke*, Oat Milk Ice Cream, Teriyaki Salmon, Petit Fours*, Pastry Cream*.

Comfort Clothing: A very oversized T Shirt and nothing else or baggy pants and a velvet crop top. Very specific but it's my favorite thing to wear when I'm being cozy. I do like big sweaters but if I get overheated the feeling is ruined immediately.

Comfort Song(s): I apologize in advance but there's no way to make this short. Daydreaming means I'm always switching between a line up of songs that transport my brain to other places or set off specific feelings. Some probably don't sound comfortable per se but the familiarity is what gets me. A few have been my go-to escapism songs for well over a decade. And of course the line up is always in flux. Also, like, fanfic mood music is a must yo.

BZY-The Earth Laughs In Flowers Jean Dawson - Pirate Radio The 1975 - Happiness Great Heart - Johnny Clegg & Savuka the verve - bittersweet symphony Deco - bittersweet symphony New Radicals - You Get What You Give Tracy Chapman - Crossroads Temple of the Dog(aka soundgarden and pearl jam) - Hunger Strike ODESZA - Line Of Sight Steve Conte - Call Me Call Me The Midnight - We Move Forward Savage Garden - I Want You Stewart Copeland (yes from the police) - Misty Bog (spyro the dragon) Angels & Airwaves - The Adventure Broke for Free - A Beautiful Life Cressida- 6am (Kyau & Albert Remix) Niklas Harding & Arcane- Ice Beach Michael Cassette - Wateresque Nitrous Oxide - North Pole Fire Flowerz - Sugar

Technically you could probably put any intro and outro from the og toonami line up on this list. I stg it's like getting smacked in the face with nostalgia to hear anything from that time.

*if a song is like 8 minutes jump ahead 2. That usually gets you past the warm up.

Comfort Book(s): The Birth of the Firebringer, Vol 1. of the Sailor Moon manga, Pride and Prejudice (specifically the audio version by the sleepy bookshelf) which is also on spotify, and probably ACOMAF (the rest can rot but I still love that ONE book.)

Comfort Game(s): Spyro the Dragon (I know this game too well), Tomba 1 & 2, Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon DS Cute, Dewprism/Threads of Fate.

Comfort Streamers:

Tbh although I check in with a handful of streamers from time to time Ray is probably who I watch the most. Quick wit, sarcasm, and snark are my favorite things, so Ray is my go-to. (yes, that Ray. He escaped RT a long time ago. It's a whole thing that's been talked about by him. He's a safe one, don't worry.)

RayNarvaezJr.

dude plays pretty much anything and everything but if I had to rec somewhere to start go with either pokemon or stardew if you want chill vibes, or watch his plays of any of the resident evil or yakuza games for fuckery.

Comfort Youtube Channels:

I'm adding this because I use a few when I'm overwhelmed and need something familiar or gentle to watch. Separate from gaming stuff.

Kennie JD - Bad movies and a beat playlist (kennie is just hysterical anyway but omg these reviews. The Twilight ones in particular get me every time.

Anti-Chef - Watch Jamie attempt to cook through Julia Child's cookbooks. It's very charming and you're always rooting for him. He's very real about the process which is nice.

Dominic Noble - Lost in Adaptation. Exactly what it sounds like. Books vs Film and TV but he's also not an ass about it so it's a pleasant experience.

nigiricco - Bento videos like every three days it's wild but imo soothing to watch.

Sophia Phan - Movie Commentaries. She's adorable.

Imamu room - MORE BENTO

Joconde's baking - Really soothing baking videos imo as long as you don't mind the sound of it. Like almost asmr if that helps.

Chocolate Cacao - The master of baking chocolate I stg

José - Video essays and damn good retrospectives including scrubs, that 70s show, boy meets world, the golden girls, cheers, the fresh prince etc.

The Movie Budz - More great film commentary

PBS Idea Channel - Okay so this channel has been dead for 6 years now but it's STILL full of amazing videos that I have yet to see matched in their depth and scope. Plus it's nearly all pop culture which keeps it fun an accessible. If you aren't familiar with PBSID I highly suggest sifting through the archive. There are videos on everything from The Pokemon War Theory to How Does Night Vale Confront Us With the Unknown?

Hbomberguy - The dude with the Pathologic video. His other stuff is really good too.

Folding Ideas - Video essays and commentary plus some really good deep dives into other subjects like NFTs, Flat Earthers, and the Ralph Bakshi Lord of the Rings uh adaptation?

Primitive Technology - Okay, you know those videos YT recs where it looks like two guys built a hotel out of bamboo or something but it's clearly fake? This is the guy they're mimicking.

Peaceful Cuisine - Mostly vegan and/or gluten free cooking. Most videos have an asmr version and a version with soft music playing.

Was all of that necessary? Probably not. I am now tired. To think I trimmed down what I was going to add.

Tagging folks but like everyone feel free to do it, and no you don't have to do all the categories I did. I added the youtube videos and went kinda wild with music.

Going by my activity page again otherwise this will be too long

@loveayeti @corpsefluid @deviess @metaphysicaltelephone @cobaltbluepub @kerrykhat @doommsatic @isixdream @aetheling @thesoilofblackpepper @blue-shale @thematurescholar @ghost-proof @pixiereadsb00ks @dreaminginspacecowboy @truculentbantam @tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire Zuloo Idk why I can't tag you but I see your ass on my activity page so consider yourself tagged.

#how do i even tag this?#overshare #comfort tags

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sixpennydame · 5 months ago

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Live footage of what happened to me after reading this.

press four for more options. | part two.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 3.5k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut, alternate universe (modern), sex work, phone sex, dirty talk, dom!levi, light dom/sub, guided masturbation, pet names, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

part one. / part three. | masterlist

2-5-1-2.

It’s an easy enough combination to remember, being Christmas Day and all.

Pressing 2, 5, and 1 is easy. The final '2' makes you second guess yourself.

You’re not sure why you’re panicking. He’ll pick up.

(It’s literally his job, idiot.)

Fuck it.

Your index finger hits the '2' and the hashtag to finalize the combination.

When you hear the line go dead, you tense every muscle in your body.

No breathing.

No blinking.

Just waiting for that silky, sultry siren song to come over and confirm your bias that it’s the single sexiest voice you’ve ever heard.

—but it’s that automated lady you tried to bypass from the menu.

“Please enter your credit card number, followed by the expiration date—”

“Oh, Goddamn it,” you groan, shouldering the phone to shuffle your purse around.

Eventually after some digging, you find your card before she can continue a second loop of her payment spiel.

You can’t believe you’re legitimately putting your credit card information out there for anyone to steal.

Yet, if Annie’s been doing this for ages, then it ought to be safe.

Right?

After typing in the necessary numbers and confirming they’re correct, you’re so out of your own head that you don’t even realize the line switches from slight static to smooth nothingness.

“So you finally called back.”

“Shit!”

The buttery smooth greeting — or lack thereof — makes you nearly drop your phone.

You gasp and manage to catch the device just in time to hear a chuckle, graveled and low, on the other end.

“And just as jittery as last night.”

“Levi,” you greet breathlessly, straightening your outfit like he can actually see it.

You swear you hear a smile in his voice.

“Hey, baby.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

“Or do you prefer it when I call you Scarlet?”

You prefer literally anything he’ll give you, is what you want to say back, but you don’t want to automatically appear as though you’re ready to be walked like a dog at minute one.

“I’m… fine with ‘baby’,” you confess after a beat, focusing on the swirl of the marble counter below you just to dissociate to his voice.

“Thought so,” he arrogantly states before making this grunting noise, like he’s rolling his body in a chair to get more comfortable. “Are we talking again?"

"Is that alright?"

"You know it is." Levi's voice lifts, softer now. "And how's your Saturday so far?”

“Very mundane and super lackluster,” you admit. “I’m sure you’ve had a much more interesting day than me.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he replies without skipping a beat.

“No?” you ask with a smirk. “I’d say getting people off with the sound of your voice makes for a pretty interesting job.”

“Who said it’s only just my voice?”

Son of a bitch.

The phone shifts from your right shoulder to your left.

“It isn’t?”

He makes a noncommittal hum, and it runs straight to your core. “That's confidential, sweet Scarlet."

"Boo," you joke. "You're no fun."

"You haven't seen me at my fun yet," he corrects. "Speaking of fun: how are you not hungover?"

“The power of heavy tylenol and H2O? Which... I have to apologize that."

"For what?"

"Uh, I pretty much poured my heart and soul out to you last night.”

He chuckles. "I didn't mind it. Feeling any better about that situation?”

“I haven’t really thought about it since last night, so you’re already a miracle worker.”

"Oh?"

"Yeah, no joke."

“Huh." He clicks his tongue. "And what have you been thinking about?”

You say it without realizing you’ve said it out loud:

“You.”

Both ends of the phone go silent.

Your eyes widen, wanting nothing more than to take a pan out of one of the cabinets to bash your head in with anguish.

“In, like, an interested sense.”

Shit, that isn’t much better.

“An… interested sense,” he repeats, slower this time. His vowels dip deep.

“Oh no,” you bemoan. “Okay. Let me restart: I mean it in like a — you were on my mind? Today, sort of way. So I called.”

“...uh-huh.”

“Because the call ended so quickly!” you add. “I didn’t think it was going to end so abruptly at the fifteen minute mark, but I wasn’t done talking to you, so I called again.”

“You’re shit at asserting yourself, aren’t you?”

His words make you blink twice.

“Huh?”

“You don’t like making decisions or having to explain things,” he replies without judgment. “You think if you want something, then it makes you selfish.”

Ouch.

“Well, when you put it like that,” you reply in a bitter, yet lifted tone of surprise.

You hear a noise on the other end. A ‘tch’ if you can make it out.

“Sorry," he apologizes. "Too far?’

“No! Too real,” you admit with a small laugh. “And I’m sure you don’t want to play analyst-therapist tonight, so.”

“I’m here to do anything you want,” he reminds, syrup-y sweet.

“Anything?”

“Mostly anything,” he adds, and there’s a tiny chuckle bubbling between the words that makes your heart flutter. “Can’t hold a tune worth a damn and I don’t know how to speak some languages, so there are limitations.”

You laugh despite yourself, feeling your stress melt.

Then—

A small groan, like his head's tilting backwards. “Damn, I like hearing that.”

You turn away from your kitchen counter, subconsciously padding to your bedroom. “Hearing what?”

“Your laugh,” he explains. “It’s sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“Very.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully.

Dark hair. Gray-ish blue eyes. Sharp nose. High cheekbones.

Fit.

When your eyes flicker to your own bed, you try to picture a version of him waiting there.

He could be leaning back on his elbow, button-down shirt splayed open like a newly-peeled present.

Maybe his legs are parted.

Maybe he stares at you like you’re all he could ever want.

His voice cuts through the fantasy, causing your breath to catch.

“What do you want, baby?”

Then it drops an octave lower.

“...c’mon, be selfish for once.”

For once.

Like he can read your soul through a damn cell phone.

But Levi is right — your entire short-lived relationship with Porco and just about any other man before him has been through a small lens. Fitting in the middle seat just to never make any noise. To bend with the curve rather than against it to create your own path.

It’s just a sex hotline, but for some reason, his words resonate.

Be selfish.

Wasn’t that the point of calling in the first place?

“Anything?” you repeat a second time, much softer.

Levi shuffles on the other line then exhales like he’s getting comfortable.

“What do you need?” he asks, tone low and words slower.

Purposeful.

“What do you want?”

You close your eyes, drawing in a slow, steady inhale.

Are you seriously doing this?

No more overthinking.

“Should I... get comfortable?” you ask, too afraid to say what it is that you want.

What you’re about to do.

“Mm, you near a couch or a bed?”

“A bed.”

“Don’t get on it yet,” he orders, “but walk towards it. Bend over it.”

Jesus Christ.

“Bend over it?” you ask with a shaky breath of disbelief.

“Yeah,” he confirms. “You’re home from a long day. I’m home from a long day. All you’ve wanted all day is to have someone tell you what to do, right?”

As much as your face feels like it's on fire, you slowly walk to your bed and put the phone down between your splayed palms.

You press the speaker option to ‘on’, and feel a wave of arousal hit your gut when you hear him sigh through the phone.

“I thought you said you wanted me to be selfish,” you remind, bending over your bed.

“You’re allowing me to take charge,” he retorts with little hesitation. “You’re letting me take care of you the way you always should’ve been taken care of. Your ex-boyfriend has no fucking clue what he’s missed out on.”

You exhale, trying to keep it together.

“Levi—”

“I’m right here, baby,” he huskily promises. “Right here. Not leaving you.”

You feel ridiculous.

You’re so turned on it’s almost laughable.

“You ready to let me take control?” he eventually asks, and you nod like he can see you.

“Yeah, I’m— I think so.”

“I like using a red-yellow-green light system,” Levi hums. “Red’s a hard stop. Yellow is negotiating, a slow down to check in. Green means you’re in.” He pauses, and you lean down closer to your phone, bending further. “Color?”

Even on speaker, his voice rips straight through you.

“Green,” you decide, blurting before your brain can catch up.

“Good girl.”

You’re not going to survive this.

“Are your lights off?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he decides. “I want you to crawl slowly onto the bed now. Can you do that for me?”

Your hand slides obediently, passing over the phone as you begin to rest one knee on the mattress. It dips with give.

“All the way up to your pillows, then you can lay on your back — but keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay.”

Eventually you drag your phone with you as you crawl to the headboard of your bed, only to then slowly turn around and drop to your back.

“Are your eyes closed?”

With the phone speaker right at your ear, it almost lends itself to the fantasy of him hovering above you.

His lips dip at the edge of your ear, the static lost to you.

“Yes,” you exhale, relaxing into the bed.

“Good. You’re doing so good for me already, and we’ve barely started.” He pauses, shifting once more. “What’re you wearing, baby?”

“Something so not sexy,” you joke, and it earns a breathy laugh from him.

“Bet you can make anything sexy,” he tells you, and it shoots straight to your lower belly.

“How would you know?” you ask, your hand already reaches for the hem of your shirt. “You’ve never even seen me.”

“No, but I hear you, and it’s fucking delicious.”

Your breath hitches, and you can hear it; the smile in his voice.

“Take everything off, except your underwear.”

“Bra, too?”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he tells you, and it’s much less breathy. It’s certain, like he wants to check in — make sure you’re just as into it as he sounds. “Would you rather I help you take that off?”

Your brain blanks.

Slowly you push your jeans off first, kicking them to some unknown corner.

Then you rise, ripping your t-shirt off of your body, until you’re sitting in your mismatched bra and panties.

“How would you take it off of me?” you boldly ask, though you can’t quite get rid of the shake of anticipation in your voice.

“Fuck, I’d love to,” he grunts, and your face burns. “I’d be so busy pressing small, slow kisses to your neck. Reach up and touch your neck for me. Feel how I’d kiss it.”

You do.

As surprised as anyone else, you reach up and press your fingers against small parts of your neck, earning him a tiny gasp and noise of want.

“Dragging down to your throat.”

You press two gentle fingers to your skin again, following his path, before slamming your thighs together to try and relieve the heat between your legs.

“My finger would just… slip, right under the right strap of your bra.”

Your fingers dance across your collarbone, slipping your middle finger just under the delicate strap to mirror.

With your eyes closed, the motions lend to an almost out-of-body experience.

Like your hand trailing down your body isn’t yours; it’s his.

You’re his, right now.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, and you nods furiously.

“Very.”

“Good. Let me pull the other one down. I wanna see how pretty my girl is.”

The praises, the way he so easily speaks this way, has you all sorts of flustered.

Slowly you raise your other hand to pull down the strap, and whimper when you tug down as far as you can.

Your breasts spill out over the cup, allowing your hardened nipples to greet the night air.

“Can I touch you?”

The words almost make you open your eyes, as if you’ll see this mystery man hovering over you.

You know he's not here.

You wish he were right here.

“Yes.”

“How do you like to be touched, baby? Show me.”

“Levi,” you whine, allowing your shaky hands to run along your breasts.

You’re afraid, you’re exhilarated, but when you finally pinch the little buds and roll them between your fingers, you’re too far gone to care.

“Fuck—”

“Feels good, huh?” Levi’s own breathy voice interrupts your curse. “You look so beautiful like this. Letting me play with you— God, I could do this for hours—”

“Want you to.”

You don’t even recognize your own breathy tone.

Hell, you only hear him.

You only feel him.

“Need more,” you pant, and he hums with amusement.

“No,” he replies, “think I’m gonna play with you a little more right here for now.”

You accidentally pinch your nipples, harder, like he’s teaching you a lesson.

“Levi.”

“What, is my girl getting impatient?”

His girl.

You don’t even know him, but you’d sure as hell like to be.

(How easy is it, for you to fall so fast from your judgmental high horse when Annie first slipped you this number — only for you to be moaning on your bed, hands groping and kneading your breasts, for a man you didn’t know?)

“Y-You said,” you stammer, “to be selfish, and I want—”

“Shh, I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” Levi interrupts on the other end. “But you have to do something for me, too.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t want you holding back on me. No shyness. No second guesses. I want you, I want to hear what I do to you. Is that understood?”

You can’t take it.

Your one hand leaves your chest to skim down to your belly, unable to wait any longer.

“I want you to touch me,” you hiccup.

“Yeah?”

His voice wavers in the response before it strengthens. Demands.

“I want those panties gone first. Take them off and spread your knees. Feet flat on the bed.”

No need to be told twice; you hastily pull your panties down your hips, your knees, until they pool at one of your ankles.

Your knees knock together before spreading, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I want to touch you, too, baby.” Levi swallows, coating his throat. “How wet are you for me?”

Fingertips run past your lower belly to touch the apex of your thighs, gasping with surprise and relief when you feel that familiar electricity.

“Really fucking wet,” you admit.

The groan he emits is delicious. “Fuck.”

For a moment, you feel completely out of your depth.

This is meant to be a sex hotline, but there are lines blurred in your mind. Something about the sheer image of him leaning back into his chair, fucking a fistful of his cock while he has a phone operator headset against his ear, only turns you on that much more.

“If we had time, I’d spend all night memorizing what you taste like. What you feel like. How you let go — for me, only for me.”

“Only for you,” you promise, unable to stop yourself from drawing circles over your clit.

You moan, head bent back against your pillow.

“Fuck, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he asks, and his voice seems less controlled now. It’s got a hint of raggedness, and it only quickens your pace. “You feel amazing, you know that? Such a pretty pussy, all spread and wet for me—”

“Shit, Jesus, Levi,” you gasp, knowing that you’re not going to last long. You’re too wound up from the night before. “If you keep talking like that—”

“What, are you gonna come for me?” Amusement tickles the question. “Oh, you can come for me, baby, but I’m gonna need at least two from you tonight.”

Your fingers press a little harder to your clit, and you keen.

“Wh– At least?”

“As if I’d ever be satisfied with only one,” he murmurs. “No, I wanna watch you come apart. Feel it on my fingers with those cute little contrac—”

That’s it.

You moan louder than you expected, the taut bowstring suddenly snapped in half.

You arch off the bed, relentlessly rubbing your fingers against your body to ride out the insane orgasm that you — that Levi has given you.

Even if you’re blissed out, you hear it on the receiving end:

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Fuck, you sound amazing. I know it’s gonna be tough, but keep going for me, okay? Don’t stop.”

“It’s sen– ha, sensitive!” you whimper, wanting to stop your hand.

“Mm-mm, you said you’d be good. Be selfish, baby. Give me two.”

“But Levi!”

Everything is on overdrive.

Your hand; your body; your mind.

You imagine he’s hovering over you, working you with his hand with a near-sadistic relentlessness.

As you battle your own refractory period, your toes curl, teeth clenched.

You want to be good.

You want to be so good.

And somewhere in that overwhelming intensity, you feel it: the ebb and flow of pleasure returning, crawling through your veins and forcing you to not give up.

To give this to him.

Then you hear it: panting.

As if he’s getting off to this himself. Your eyes snap open, wide, to an empty room.

When your cheek turns to the phone, you confirm that’s what you hear:

Ragged breaths, albeit softly, with added grunts of control.

Like he’s holding back.

Something about that image of him in a chair, his hand relentlessly pumping his cock in time with your hand, your whimpers and moans, does damage.

“I need— mm— want— please.”

“I’m right here, baby,” Levi promises, though his voice is weaker. You can even hear him swallow again. “Right fucking here, wanna hear you cum so bad.”

Maybe you really were pent up enough for two, because soon you’re slipping — falling — into that blissful nothingness while your body clenches on itself, clit fluttering from a second release.

It’s less intense, but that doesn’t make it any less good.

Everything throbs in your body as you come down, panting, with a slight sheen of sweat on your skin.

You turn to your phone, totally gone in the bliss of the aftermath.

Levi has grown silent as well; only light puffs of air come through the speaker now.

“Feeling better?” Levi asks with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Shut up,” you answer with a gentle laugh of your own. “I’m… shit. I guess that’s why they pay you the big bucks.”

That statement gets Levi to laugh, and your heart feels twice as full.

“That’s one way of pillow talk, I guess.”

The man pauses.

“Are you alright?”

As if he’s truly concerned, worried about your wellbeing.

You don’t allow yourself to fall for it, not completely.

This is his job — even if it felt so real, in the moment.

“Much better,” you promise, smiling to yourself.

“Happy to help,” he hums, his voice returning to that stormy swirl of seduction and softness.

The sobering reality of an empty bedroom should deter you, but all you can do is smile.

(When is the last time you genuinely felt giddy? Excited? Satisfied?)

“Hey, Levi,” you murmur eventually, slowly sitting up to unhook your bra and toss it away. No need to keep it on.

“Yeah, baby?”

You’ll never get over the way he sounds when he calls you that.

It’s permanently stuck to your frontal lobe, obscuring any other logic or reality.

“Am I still allowed to call?”

“Allowed?”

“Yeah, even though we…”

“What, you think you get one experience and your membership is up?”

Levi chuckles, shifting in his seat — or bed — or wherever he is.

“You can call me anytime you want.”

“Any?”

“Between company hours, yeah.”

“Even to talk?”

“Of course,” he answers, softer this time. “Always to talk. Go get some rest.”

“Mm,” you mumble, turning on your side as exhaustion takes over. “I will, but only because I want to and I’m being selfish.”

It surprises you to hear him laugh again, but it’s louder now.

More prominent.

As if he genuinely enjoyed your joke.

Get your head out of the clouds, girl, is what you want to say to yourself, but you can’t be bothered to care.

“Good. You earned it.”

A noise emits from your tired throat to acknowledge him, too sleepy to formulate a real sentence.

Then his voice drops to a whisper, for your ears and your ears alone.

“Goodnight, baby.”

You press the ‘end call’ button and fall into the deepest sleep you’ve had all year.

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading part two of P4! This is insane. I still cannot believe the feedback I got in part one. Seriously, you all made my June. I hope this next part has satisfied your curiosity of how Levi would be a hotline operator.

Thank you for likes, and even more love to those who choose to reblog this to help spread the word of this series or reply in the comments. ilu xo

#seriously Amy this was so so good #I can’t believe I just read this in my office #the whole time I’m silently giggling and grinning #like some kind of crazy person #but I am crazy #crazy for you and your writing #love you bestie!#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #sailor’s secret bookshelf #moots:Amy

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door.

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

#GF #mvsm #mitchells vs the machines #gravity falls #ford pines #soos ramirez #aaron mitchell #katie mitchell #rick mitchell #linda mitchell #eric and deborahbot5000

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disneymiraculousefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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Hey Guys! So this is a one shot story request from an Anon, this story is about Mateo and Gabe teaming up together to plan the best sweethearts day for their girlfriends Naomi and Carla. This is my first time writing a ship edit, especially with the EOA Fandom heh. So I apologize if it does not come out exactly like you wanted, i hope you enjoy/like this story. Happy Reading!

Sweethearts Day Madness

It was a beautiful day in Avalor, the whole kingdom was buzzing because this was the second time they were able to celebrate Sweethearts day now that Suriki has been defeated. On every corner you could see Merchant stands selling Flowers, Chocolates, and Jewelry, yes it was a very special day for couples to show their partner how much they love and appreciate them.

Gabe was finishing his shift as a Royal Guard, he saw and heard a familiar voice and face calling his name.

“Hey Gabe!” Mateo said with a wave.

“Hey Mateo, what up?” Gabe asked.

“I was going to ask you if you were going to do anything for Sweethearts day? Since you and Naomi are dating now, plus this is your first year being together.” Mateo said with a small chuckle.

“Of course I’m going to celebrate Sweethearts day with Naomi, this is our first year together. I want to show her how much she means to me, and how I appreciate all she has done for us. Now i just have to plan something special, something that she will remember but what?” Gabe said tapping his chin in thought.

“Wait isn’t this the first year you and Carla are together too? Why aren’t you planning something for her?” Gabe asked with his arms crossed.

“Well, your right. It is Carla and i first year together, but i came to ask you what you were going to do for Naomi? Hoping maybe i could get an idea as to what i could do for Carla.”

Gabe and Mateo stayed silent for a few moments thinking what they could plan for their Girlfriends. Mateo was the first one to break the silence with a snap of his fingers,“Ohh i have an idea! How about we write little notes with clues inside leading them to a special spot where they would meet us? Then we could surprise them with our gifts and a special dinner for them? Mateo Suggested.

“Hey that’s not a bad idea Mateo, I’m sure the girls will love it. If we work together we could have everything ready before night fall, What do you say? We work together to make this the best Sweethearts day for Naomi and Carla? Gabe asked stretching out his hand.

“Deal” Mateo said shaking Gabe’s hand.

“Great! So where do we start first?” Gabe asked.

“Hmm well we have to find the perfect romantic place for us to set up everything, any ideas?” Mateo asked.

“Ooh how about the royal garden? I’m sure Queen Elena won’t mind if we use it. We could set up some tables with Carla and Naomi favorite flowers in the middle, we can also get some Mariachis like Naomi had at her Quinceanera.” Gabe suggested.

“That’s a great idea Gabe, and i can light up the sky with some fireworks with a special spell for a grand finally.” Mateo said.

“Great! I’ll start setting the place up with everything we need for the dinner, and you can get started on the notes with clues and maybe some riddles they have to solve to make it more interesting. Then we can meet up in the garden and wait for the girls to arrive. Gabe stated.

“Great, I’ll see you later then.” Mateo said with a nod walking away to get his tasks done.

Gabe headed to the kitchen, He asked the Royal Chef if he could make Naomi and Carlas favorite food with their favorite dessert on the side. The Royal Chef nodded with agreement telling Gabe that he would have the food ready and packed up for them within the hour. Gabe smiled giving a thank you and headed to the village market.

“Wow look at all these people, This is the busiest I’ve seen the village since Navidad.” Gabe said to himself.

Gabe continued to walk seeing merchants around every corner promoting their products, he passes by Dona Paloma shop. Dona Paloma spots Gabe and calls out to him. “Gabe!” Dona Paloma said waving her hand.

“Hello Dona Paloma, what can i do for you?” Gabe asked her.

“Well a little Birdy told me that you and Naomi are a pair now, I have a few specials going on that would be a perfect gift for her.” Dona Paloma said opening her fan and fanning herself.

Gabe tried his best not to roll his eyes, he knew Dona Paloma was just all about business and making money. Gabe pondered for a few moments, he didn’t have a gift for Naomi yet and Dona Paloma did have a few nice things that Naomi would possibly like.

“Yes Naomi and i are dating, this is our first year together.” Gabe said.

“Well then that’s great! If you haven’t gotten Naomi a gift yet, i know the perfect gift for her.” Dona Paloma said with a smirk.

“Alright Dona Paloma you got me, what do you have that would be a perfect gift for Naomi?” Gabe said lifting his hands in defeat.

“Come inside and I’ll show you” Dona Paloma said signaling him to follow her.

Gabe followed Dona Paloma inside the shop, His eyes darted from corner to corner of the shop seeing all the merchandise she had, Dona Paloma grabs a soft blue velvet box and opens it reveling a necklace with a crystal diamond and a set of of blue diamond earrings. “This just came in today, I think this would be a perfect gift for Naomi.” Dona said handing Gabe the box.

Gabe takes the box from Dona Paloma and takes a closer look at the set of jewelry, he had to admit it was beautiful definitely something Naomi didn’t have.

“This is a very nice gift and i know Naomi would love it but, she likes sailing so i was thinking of getting her something she could use when she goes sailing.” Gabe said putting down the box.

“That would be nice but, Naomi is a sailor I’m sure she would have everything a sailor would need. This is something you know for sure she doesn’t have and would love. You don’t want to risk getting her something that she already has and making yourself look bad on your first Sweethearts Day together do you?” Dona asked closing her fan.

Gabe stayed quiet thinking to himself, Dona Paloma had a point. What if he got Naomi something she already had, he knew she would like whatever he gave her but it would look bad that he got his girlfriend something that she already had, especially on their first Sweethearts day together.

“Alright Dona Paloma you convinced me I’ll take it.” Gabe said paying her.

“You made the right choice, I guarantee Naomi will love her gift.” Dona said putting the box in a small gift bag handing it to Gabe.

“Thank you.” Gabe said with a nod walking out the door.

Meanwhile back at the Castle Mateo was setting the clues all around the place the girls would always be. “There this is the last of them” Mateo said placing the last clue inside a pot of flowers. “Now i just have to finish making Carla’s gift and then i can go meet Gabe.” Mateo said walking back to his shop.

Mateo opened the door to his shop and opened a small secret door next to the bookshelf. “Zapota” Mateo said hitting his Tamborita opening the secret door revealing another Tamborita that was red and yellow with a beautiful red rose in the middle.

“Now i just have to add the finishing touches to the Tamborita and it will be ready” Mateo said grabbing it and putting it on the table. He aimed his Tamborita at the other Tamborita, “Inscipcion” Mateo said hitting his Tamborita.

Carla’s Tamborita began to glow and float in the air, a thin gold line of magic began engraving something on the handle. After a few moments the magic began to disappear causing the Tamborita to fall gently to the table, “Its Perfect!” Mateo said with a smile as he grabbed the Tamborita analyzing it closely.  “Now i can meet Gabe” Mateo said grabbing the Tamborita and putting it in a gift bag.

Meanwhile in the Royal Garden Gabe was setting up the tables and chairs, adding a few decorations around the trees, making it look presentable for when the girls arrive.

“Its looking great if i do say so myself.” Gabe said proudly.

“Now I’m just missing a banner saying Happy Sweethearts Day.” Gabe said grabbing a banner he had bought in the market.

The royal chef came out with pushing a cart full of the food Gabe had requested. “Wow this looks amazing! And it smells delicious Thank you!” Gabe said smelling the aroma coming form the food.

The Royal Chef gave a smile thanking Gabe for the compliment. Gabe grabbed the banner and begins to climb the ladder to hang it across to where the entrance of the garden was. A few moments later when Gabe was done setting everything up Mateo arrived, “Hey Gabe, wow this looks great! The girls will love it.” Mateo said in awe taking in all the decorations and scenery.

“Thanks bro, i think the girls will like it too. Did you finish everything you needed to do?” Gabe asked him.

“Yes i did, i even got to pick up some flowers and a card for Carla too. What about you? Did you finish what you needed to do?” Mateo asked putting down his gifts on the table.

“Yep i got Naomi her gift and I finished decorating so everything should be set and ready for when the girls arrive, the Mariachi should be here soon.” Gabe said with assurance.

“Great, now i just have practice my spell to light the sky up with fireworks.” Mateo said pulling out his Tamborita with style.

Mateo aimed his Tamborita to the sky, The royal chef began to add the plates to the table trying to avoid Mateo. As the Royal Chef began walking to the table he did not see the rock in front of him causing him to trip and bump into Mateo causing him to say the wrong spell. “Chihufiti” Mateo said hitting the Tamborita as he fell to the ground. The spell flew out of Mateo Tamborita hitting the banner instead of the sky, the banner began to catch fire, ‘Ahh Mateo! What happened?!” Gabe asked shocked as he saw the banner on fire.

“Someone bumped into me making me aim and say the wrong spell.” Mateo said picking himself up.

“Mateo the Banner is on fire, we have to put it out before it falls on the trees causing a bigger fire and hurting people” Gabe said pointing to the banner.

“I got it, i can fix this, i know a spell that can help” Mateo said raising up his Tamborita. Before Mateo could say the magic spell the banner fell on top of the tables causing the flowers in the middle to catch fire. “Ooh No!” Mateo shouted putting his hands on his head stressfully.

“Quick we have to put it out before the other flowers catch on fire, I’ll get some water to put it out.” Gabe said running to get a water hose.

“I’ll help you” Mateo said running right behind him.

Back at the Castle Naomi had just finished her Chancellor duties, “I’m finally done for today, who knew being Chancellor would be so busy sometimes. I haven’t even spent any time with Gabe, and its Sweethearts day. I better go find him, he should be done with his Captain duties too.” Naomi said making her way to find Gabe.

Carla was walking around the castle looking for Mateo, I haven’t seen Mateo all day, I wonder where he could be?” Carla thought to herself.

“Hmm he’s probably finishing up some kind of potion or something, i better go find him if we want to spend the rest of Sweethearts day together.” Carla said walking towards Mateo’s workshop.

As she was walking she saw Naomi walking the same direction she was. “Hey Naomi, you done with you chancellor duties for the day?” Carla asked.

“Hey Carla, yes i am done for the day. By any chance have you seen Gabe anywhere? I haven’t seen him all day, he didn’t even have come to say Happy Sweethearts day to me, its not like Gabe to forget something special like today. Naomi asked puzzled.

“No I haven’t seen Gabe, but i am looking for Mateo to. He didn’t come to say Happy Sweethearts day to me either. Maybe they are together? They are always hanging out and working together, maybe if we find Mateo we could find Gabe too, do you want to come with me and we can find our lost boyfriends together?” Carla asked her.

“That’s a great idea, count me in.” Naomi said with a smile.

“Alright, i was thinking we check his lab first and see if they are there. He’s usually there most of the time practicing his magic and coming up with new potions and spells.” Carla stated.

“Okay I’ll follow you Carla, lead the way” Naomi said letting Carla take the lead.

Carla smiled and made her way to Mateo workshop Naomi walking right behind her. Carla and Naomi made it to Mateo workshop seeing the door was opened, they walked in and saw that neither Mateo or Gabe were there. “Well they are not here, where could they be?” Naomi said.

“I’m not sure where else Mateo would be doing, it’s Sweethearts day and he never came to even say “Hi.” Carla said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“I’m sure Mateo didn’t forget what day today is, maybe he’s just planning something special for you and will come find you when he’s done.” Naomi said putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you Naomi” Carla said with a soft smile.

“Hey what’s that?” Naomi said a piece of paper with two orchids taped to it catching her eye.

Carla set her gaze to where Naomi was looking, she grabbed the paper and the two orchids. “Dear Naomi and Carla, we knew you would be looking for us. Gabe and i set some notes around the castle with riddles you have to solve that will lead you to a special place Gabe and i planned, Every riddle you solve will leave you to another riddle leading you to your destination. Love Mateo and Gabe. P.S. The orchids are for you and Naomi.” Carla read aloud with a smile.

“Aww they didn’t forget, they are just trying to make it special for us.” Naomi said grabbing one orchid putting it in her hair.

“Yeah i guess they didn’t, has Mateo always gone all out for someone he likes before?” Carla asked putting the orchid on the side of her hair.

“Well to be honest i know he had a huge crush on Elena and he was always trying to impress her, but he never anything like this.” Naomi answered.

“Ooh really? Well i guess that makes us both special if they are going through all this for us.” Carla said with small chuckle.

“Yes i guess it does, so what is the first riddle we have to solve?” Naomi asked.

“It says, What is mine but only you can have?” Carla read aloud.

“Hmm what is mine but only you can have?” Naomi recited in thought,

“Well if he’s speaking physically it could be anything.” Carla stated tapping her lip in thought.

“Hmm, Ooh i got it!” Naomi said snapping her fingers.

“What is it?” Carla asked curiously.

“Well i figured that it couldn’t be anything Physically because the only thing Mateo and Gabe have is their sword and Tamborita. Stuff they wouldn’t give us or we already have, so my guess is their heart. Because it’s theirs, but they give it to us and were the only ones who have something that is theirs. So the answer is heart” Naomi explained.

“Wow Naomi your right! lets see if that’s the answer. Wait, Where do we find a heart?” Carla asked looking around.

Naomi looked around the workshop looking for something that resembled a heart, Carla began to look around when a certain potion caught her eye. “Hey Naomi come look.” Carla said calling her over.

“What you find?” Naomi asked.

Carla grabbed a heart shaped vile with some kind of pink liquid inside. “Why would Mateo have this in his workshop?” Carla said opening the vile and sniffing it.

“This smells like my favorite perfume Mateo gave me on our first date.” Carla said.

“Hey look their is another one, and it has a not attached to it.” Naomi said grabbing the second heart vile and grabbing the paper.

“It says, congratulations you figured out the first riddle, the two heart shaped viles contain the perfumes Gabe and i gave you both on our first date. If your ready to solve the second riddle flip the paper.” Naomi read aloud.

“Naomi this one must be yours.” Carla said handing her the heart shaped Vile with blue/green liquid inside.

Naomi grabs the perfume taking off the lid and smells its aroma, “Yep this is definitely the one Gabe gave me, it smells amazing as always.” Naomi said with a smile.

“Well at least we know Gabe and Mateo are in this together” Carla said with a small laugh.

“Yep those two can do anything when they work together.” Naomi said with a small chuckle.

“What does the next riddle say.” Carla asked.

“This object wears a leather coat to keep its skin in working order. It escorts you to other realms and has words that could even make you fly.” Carla read aloud.

“Hmm what wears leather and contains words that could transport you to different realms and make you fly?” Naomi said thinking aloud.

“Well the only way you can transport you to other realms is with a magic spell and a magical object like a wand.” Carla said pondering. Carla eyes widen and a smile forms on her face as he sees her Tamborita, “I got it! You need magic and a spell to open a portal to another realm and to fly, but where do you go to find the spell?” Carla asked Naomi.

“The Library has spell books that you could use to find the right spell.” Naomi answered tapping her chin in thought.

“That’s it Naomi, the answer is a spell book.” Carla said with a smile.

“Carla your right! A spell book is covered in leather to protect it from getting damaged, and has the magic words to make you fly and transport you to other realms.” Naomi said giving Carla a high-five.

Carla smiled and returns the high-five, “Next stop the library” Carla said.

Back in the garden Gabe and Mateo finally put out the fire. “Phew, we did it Mateo” Gabe said wiping his forehead.

“Yeah that was a close one, I’m sorry about your banner Gabe.” Mateo said rubbing his arm.

“It’s okay, it was an accident. At least we didn’t put the whole garden on fire right?” Gabe said with a chuckle elbowing him on the arm.

“Heh yeah that would have been a disaster.” Mateo said with a small chuckle.

“ Well we may not have a banner but at least we still have the tables, the gifts, and the food and the Mariachi.” Gabe said trying to look on the bright side.

The Royal chef tapped Gabe on the shoulder telling him that the food fell to the ground when he tripped, they didn’t have any food and it would take an hour to make the food all over again, he also told him that the Mariachi were not coming due to their singer getting sick causing him to loose his voice.

“Well now we don’t have any food, the food fell to the ground when he tripped and bumped into you. It will take him an hour to make all the food again, and the Mariachi canceled because their singer is sick. Gabe said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What are we going to do? The girls are probably on their last riddle and could be here soon.” Mateo said worriedly.

“Okay let me think, we still have the presents, the tables, and the flowers. Maybe we can go to the cafe and get some of that special Sweethearts stew and bring it here?” Gabe suggested.

“That’s not a bad idea Gabe, but do you think the Cafe is still open? Its almost sunset, and most of the shops close around this time.” Mateo said.

“Your right Mateo, i don’t know If they are opened.”Gabe said with a sigh.

“Do you have any ideas?” Gabe asked Mateo.

“Well i could see if i have a spell that could conjure up some food, I’ve never tried it before but i could give it a shot.” Mateo said.

“Well if its the only way, we might as well try it.” Gabe stated.

“Okay let me go to my workshop and find the spell in one of my books, hopefully the girls are not their anymore.” Mateo said running inside the castle to find the spell.

Meanwhile Carla and Naomi were in the library looking for the next riddle. “Okay i already looked through 5 spell books and I haven’t found anything yet, what about you Naomi?” Carla asked putting a spell book down.

“Well this is the last spell book so it has to be in this one right?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah i suppose so, lets open it and find out.” Carla said opening the book.

Carla flipped through the pages until she saw a small pink paper in the middle, she grabs it closing the book and putting it down.

“What’s more rare and more valuable than gold, but easier to loose?” Carla read aloud.

“What’s more rare and valuable than gold but easy to loose..” Naomi recited tapping her foot in thought.

“What could be more rare than gold? Magic or maybe your family?” Carla suggested.

“Could be, but magic is rare but not as rare as gold. I think your onto something with the family party though.” Naomi answered.

“Well to me i think family and friendship is more rare and precious than gold, because its so rare to find, but it’s easy to loose if you’re not careful.” Carla said sitting down on a nearby chair.

As the girls kept trying to figure out the riddle, Mateo was in his workshop looking for the right spell book. “Aha found it! This should have the spell I’m looking for.” Mateo said writing it down on a piece of paper.

Mateo heard the girls talking to each other as he was writing down the spell, “I better hurry I don’t want them to see me.” Mateo thought to himself writing down the spell as fast as he could.

Mateo stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and quietly ran past the library without the girls noticing him. “Gabe i got the spell, we better hurry though. Carla and Naomi have almost figured out the riddle and could be here any minute.” Mateo said out of breath.

“Okay well do your thing buddy.” Gabe said encouragingly.

“Chokltee” Mateo said hitting his Tamborita.

The magic flew from his Tamborita to the table, But instead of cooked food appearing 3 live animals appeared, a Cow, a Chicken, and a pig.

“Mateo that’s not food those are animals, What happened?” Gabe asked confused seeing the animals on top of the table causing it to break front the animals weight.

“Ugh! Nice going Mateo, I down the right spell but i was in a hurry so the girls wouldn’t see me i mixed up the words when i was writing it down.” Mateo explained facepalming himself.

“Can’t you reverse the spell?” Gabe asked.

“ I can but I don’t know the spell, I have to get it from my book. I won’t have time the girls will be here any second, what are we going to do now?” Mateo asked.

“I don’t know, this day is not going as we planned at all.” Gabe said with a sigh.

Meanwhile back at the library Carla and Naomi may have finally solved the riddle.

“I got it!” Naomi said.

“You solved the riddle?” Carla asked.

“I kept thing about what you said about how family Is more valuable and rare to find, and how easy you can loose it with whatever decisions you make. Well what if the answer is Love or Friendship?” Naomi said.

“Your right Naomi, True Love and Friendship is very hard and rare to find, and you can loose it very easily. So the answer has to be Love or Friendship, let’s see if that’s the answer.” Carla said looking for something that resembles Love.

“There look” Carla said pointing to the table with a plant on top and two crystal hearts hidden inside the pot.

“Their crystal hearts and it says I Love you on top, and there is a note too.” Naomi said grabbing the crystal hearts and note.

“The answer was love/friendship together, it was both answers. The crystal hearts are for both of us. It says, now that you have solved the riddles, we need to head to the place where they first asked us out on a date.” Naomi read aloud.

“The Garden” Naomi and Carla said in unison.

Naomi and Carla made their way to the Royal Garden, as soon as they had arrived they saw their boyfriends running after a chicken and a pig. The tables were broken, their was something big burned on the ground that looked like a banner, and their were burned flowers on the floor.

“Guys what’s going on?” Naomi said shocked at what she was seeing.

Mateo and Gabe stop what they were doing and looked at the two girls with very shocked and confused expressions on their face.

“Carla, Naomi, you solved those riddles pretty quick heh.” Mateo said awkwardly

“What happened was that Mateo and I wanted to surprise you with something special for the both of you for Sweethearts Day, we were going to have a nice dinner with your favorite food and give you the gifts we bought you, and Mateo was even going to do a light show with fireworks. It was going to be the first perfect Sweethearts Day, and now it’s ruined I’m sorry girls.. we just wanted the first Sweethearts day we had with you to be special and we ruined it.” Gabe explained with a sad sigh.

Carla and Naomi looked at each other for a moment and back at the garden, they knew Gabe and Mateo worked really hard to make this day special for them and it hurt them to see their boyfriends sad. They both walk up to their boyfriends, “Gabe this is the sweetest thing you could have done for me, i know how hard you worked to make this first Sweethearts Day we celebrate together special but.. I don’t need a romantic dinner, flowers, or even a present. You are enough for me and i love you with all my heart Gabe, spending time with you on this day is perfect enough for me.” Naomi said gazing into his eyes with a soft smile on her face.

“I love you too Naomi, your the perfect girl for me.” Gabe said gazing into her eyes with a gentle smile on his face.

“Mateo you know you didn’t really have to do all this for me, you know I love you and I’m thankful to have you in my life. You know I never celebrated Sweethearts Day before because i never had a boyfriend or a real relationship with anyone before, but i don’t need you to prove your love for me by planning this romantic dinner, flowers, or even gifts. I already know you love me, and I love you more than you could know. I appreciate everything you did to make this day special for us but, all i wanted was to spend the day with you. That to me would have been the perfect Sweethearts Day for me, I love you Mateo.” Carla said hugging him.

“I love you too Carla” Mateo said returning the hug.

“Well i guess the day wasn’t totally ruined, you both solved our riddles and got the presents we left for you.” Mateo said with small chuckle.

“Yes but i wish we still could have at least had a romantic dinner.” Gabe stated.

Carla and Naomi look at each other and a smile forms on their faces, “You know i think I know how we can help you with that.” Naomi said giving a smile to Carla.

“How about you make those animal disappear back to where they came from and you follow us will show you how we can help.” Carla said signaling them to follow her and Naomi once they were done.

Mateo went back to grab his spell book, once he found the right spell he said the magic words while hitting his Tamborita sending the animals back to where they came from. Gabe grabbed the presents and flowers they had bought their girlfriends and followed right behind them. They arrived to the village and stopped at the cafe that was remarkably still opened, “Hi, can we have four of your special Sweethearts stew to go please?” Naomi asked the owner.

“Yes of course! Its been so busy today, i had to close the cafe late today. Luckily you made it just in time before closing time. Ill go pack those stews for you, I’ll be right back.” The owner said returning to the kitchen.

“See i told you the cafe was still opened.” Gabe said giving Mateo an arm bump.

“Alright you were right, and i was wrong I admit it.” Mateo said returning the arm bump to Gabe.

The owner came back with a basket filled with his special stew and two boxes of Avalor chocolates. “Here is your stews and i put two boxes of chocolates in their for you guys, enjoy and Happy Sweethearts Day!” The owner said handing the basket of food to Naomi.

“Thank you, Happy Sweethearts Day!” Naomi said waving goodbye.

“Wait so where are we going?” Gabe asked.

“You’ll see, its a place Elena and i went to you’ll like it.” Naomi answered.

They continued to walk from a few miles until they finally made it to the place Naomi said she and Elena had came. “We made it, you can set the stuff down on the ground i want to show you both something.” Naomi said.

Gabe and Mateo put down the stuff they were caring on the ground and followed Naomi to the edge of a hill right next to a waterfall. “This is the place Elena and i came to when she was trying to find a hiding place for Shuriki’s wand. I picked this spot because it’s right next to this beautiful waterfall, and we can stare up into the beautiful blue sky.” Naomi said with a smile.

“Sweetheart its beautiful, i couldn’t have picked a better spot to spend Sweethearts Day with you.” Gabe said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Carla and Mateo smiled fondly at the two couple, “Gabe has a point, this is a very beautiful spot to celebrate this special day with you.” Mateo said with a smile.

“Yes and I wouldn’t have it any other way, this day Is already special now that I’m with you my handsome Wizard.” Carla said giving him a kiss.

The four of them began to set everything up, they put a blanket on the ground and set the food on top. The two couples began to eat their food and talk about everything that had happen that day, Gabe and Mateo told them what had happened and Carla and Naomi told them about how they solved the riddles, they all laughed and were having a good time together.

“I don’t think this day could get anymore special.” Naomi said.

“I think i know how” Gabe said giving Naomi his gift.

“Aww Gabe, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Naomi said taking the gift.

“Well I couldn’t let you celebrate our first Sweethearts Day together without a special gift.” Gabe said with a soft smile.

Naomi opened the gift and pulled out the blue velvet box, she opened the box revealing the crystal necklace and a pair of blue diamond earrings.

Naomi gasp as she sees the necklace and earrings, “Gabe i-this is so beautiful i love it, I’ve never seen a pair of jewelry like this before. Thank you Gabe, I’ll treasure it forever.” Naomi said putting on the necklace and earrings.

“How does it look?” Naomi asked her boyfriend.

“It looks beautiful, just like you.” Gabe answered with a smile.

“Thank you Gabe, I love my gift.” Naomi said cuddling close to his side.

“Your welcome, something special and precious for someone beautiful and special.” Gabe said holding her tight in his arms.

“Carla i have something for you too.” Mateo said pulling out the Tamborita.

“I made you a new Tamborita, designed especially for you.” Mateo said handing her the Tamborita.

“Mateo it’s beautiful, I absolutely love it. The red rose in the middle, my two colors, and you even engraved our initials on the handle with hearts on the side. It’s absolutely beautiful Mateo, I love it. Was this that big project you were working on and not wanting to tell me?” Carla asked.

“Yes, I wanted it to be a surprise, and it couldn’t be a surprise if i told you what it was.” Mateo said sheepishly.

“Well you did a great job at that, thank you Mateo i will always carry it with me.” Carla said huddling closer to him.

“I love you” Carla said laying her head on his side.

“I love you too” Mateo said holding her close.

“You know what’s missing to make this night perfect? Fireworks.” Mateo said grabbing his Tamborita.

“That would make this night perfect, just try not to set this whole place on fire okay?” Gabe teasingly said with a chuckle.

“Haha very hilarious, we all know why that happened.” Mateo sarcastically said.

“I know, I’m just kidding bro.” Gabe said with a small laugh.

Mateo rolled his eyes and smiled, “Chihufeti” Mateo said hitting his Tamborita aiming for the sky.

The sky began to light up with fireworks, The 2 couples sat down with each other holding each other closely. The Sweethearts Day did not go as how Mateo and Gabe planned it at first, but the day ended up being better than they had originally planned. Sometimes the simplest things like being with the one you love are the ones that mean the most and will always be treasured forever.

The End

Thank you to all who read it this far, this is my first ship fic I’ve written so I apologize if it dragged or if the characters were out of character. I don’t know how these characters would have acted having girlfriends since they never showed in the show heh😅 So I went with what I thought how they would act and the actions they would do. I’m sorry if this did not come out as you wanted Anon, I did try to incorporate your idea. Since we didn’t get much interaction with these two ships interacting with each other, especially Carla and Mateo heh😅 Anyway I hope you like it, feedback, reblogs, likes, and constructive criticism is most welcome. Helps us fanfic writers know we are doing a a good job, every comment and reblog makes a writers day better😊 thank you for the request!

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thewordshakers · 4 years ago

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the stars

disclaimer: so. i found this in my files from like when i was 12. i cringed my way through reading it, but... i spent a lot of time on it? and it’s not completely terrible? so here we are. maybe read it? if you want?

In the books left from the old days, they always say stars are like pinpricks of hope, steadfast and unyielding. The stars guided sailors through unforgiving seas, granted wishes upon blithe souls gazing up at the night sky. Stars were a beacon shining through the dark, a symbol of all the good in the world that persevered, even when it seemed it were drowning in darkness. But most of all, stars were what kept the hope of the world going.

I wouldn’t really know, considering I had never seen one. But I could dream.

When I was six, after having learned about stars and galaxies at school, I set to badgering my father about them constantly. “But why, Baba, did the stars go away? What happened to them?” Baba had chuckled under his breath, then set me on his knee the way he did when he would explain something. “The stars are right there, Alliyah,” he told me, playing with a rebellious lock of hair that had come out of its place in my braid. “The stars are waiting for us, outside. We’re the ones that can’t see them anymore.”

My six-year-old face scrunched itself into a frown. “Why, Baba? I want to see the stars!” Baba had set me down, his face suddenly somber. “The stars come out at night, Alliyah. And we only go out during the day. Promise me that, Alliyah. Always come inside when you’re supposed to, never linger behind. Promise?”

I had nodded, still confused by his solemnity and with a thousand more questions on the tip of my tongue, but then he had pulled me into a hug and there was nothing I wanted more than to stay there, to stay in the warmth and safety that his arms around me ensured. I had bit down the questions, content to stay where I was.

These are the bits and pieces of memories I have left of my early childhood, gently worn down by the continual passage of days, weeks, months, years. The daydreams, however, the hours spent painting vast skies freckled with stars in my mind’s eye? Seven years have passed since I learned about the stars, and those are as fresh and frequent as ever, untouched by the coming and goings of the tides of time.

“Alliyah! Kazem!” my mother calls. “Come inside! It will be Time in a few minutes!”

“Coming!” I tell her, sliding open the door to the kitchen and slipping inside, pulling my twin brother, Kazem, in behind me. The Times are exactly what they sound like: a list of dates and times sent to us by the government dictating when we are allowed to leave the house. No one is permitted to go outside an hour before sunset or an hour after sunrise. Ever.

Dinner is an affair with stuffed chicken and steamed vegetables, a delicacy that Maman doesn’t prepare often, and one that Kazem and I both thoroughly enjoy. After dinner, I head to my room and stand in front of my bookshelf. The sight of it is familiar and comforting, like greeting an old friend. But lining the shelves are not typical books where a boy rides on the back of a dragon to save the world, or a girl discovers a secret world hidden within her own. Instead, they are filled with every book I could find about the stars.

Along with the wave of relief that comes with every time I see my bookshelf, untouched, there are speckles of irritation, too. I must have read every book on the shelf a million times, but my mother refuses to let me take a look at the books on stars she has in her library. They are locked in a glass case, dark and brooding, and I cannot stamp out the curiosity that comes back every time I look at them. Maman has promised to let me read them when I turn eighteen, but five years seems an impossibly long time to wait.

Nevertheless, I pick one out to reread and lie down on my bed, just as Kazem walks in. There is a wicked grin plastered on his face, a grin I am well accustomed to. He has on the face he wears when he has thought up some destructive plan with a million ways it could go wrong. It is both his strength and weakness that he only manages to see the one way it goes right.

Kaz is the troublemaker out of the two of us, though most people would never guess it. That’s what happens when you’re perpetually polite, charming, and seem to have a genuine interest in whatever people have to say- at least in the presence of company. Alone he’s just a pain in the neck. Groaning, I drop my head down onto my pillow and turn to look at him. “What is it now, Kaz?”

His grin only widens when he sees the book I am clutching. “Alliyah,” he starts, a dozen undercurrents to his tone. “How many times have you imagined seeing the stars? Looking up at them and making a wish?”

Too many to count. Kazem knows that. He presses on, his expression becoming bolder and more confident with each word. “Tonight,” he declares, putting on a bit of a pompous air, “you are going to see them.”

“What?’ I say in disbelief. “Kaz, you know that’s not how it works. The Times-”

“Are just another silly rule that we can bend. Remember how many times we’ve broken the rules together? The only difference is that this time, there’s a real reward. This time, one of your dreams- your one dream- can come true.”

“The Times are not just some trivial rule made by elementary school teachers. The Times are the law, Kazem. You know you can’t just tiptoe your way around them.”

“Why not?” Kazem retorts, his eyes alight with the fire that ignites whenever he’s concocting one of his crazy plans. “Have you ever really thought about why we can’t go out after dusk?”

This takes me aback. “It’s for our safety, to protect us-” I protest weakly.

“Said by a president and government that never takes the time to point out what we need protecting against. Alliyah, do you really believe that? It’s just another scare tactic, another way to shut us down, keep us contained.”

I think about that, about the fact that stars were what fueled hope. Maybe the way to shut down hope was to stop people from being able to see it. Maybe, just maybe, Kaz was onto something.

Kazem senses my hesitation and keeps pushing, keeps drawing me into this absurd plan of his. And I listen.

“We leave in 5 minutes,” he finishes off, satisfied, until I hold up a hand.

“Wait,” I reason. “How do you plan on not getting caught?”

Kaz raises a brow. “Did you really believe I wouldn’t have thought through that? Do you think so little of your twin brother? Maman and Baba fell asleep watching TV in the living room.”

“Forget Maman and Baba. Don’t you think there will be guards, patrols, to keep us from going out?”

Kazem spares me a glance before leaving to his own room. “Oh, the president is too arrogant for that. He won’t be able to imagine anyone would cross his orders. Count on it.”

We set out a few minutes later, sneaking past Maman and Baba, walking down the driveway. I feel a thrill pass through me. This is it. I’m going to see the stars.

As we walk, the sun dips below the horizon in all its fiery glory. Beside me, I hear Kaz suck in his breath. The sunset is beautiful, but I have seen a sunset before, albeit through the glass panes that block out dangerous rays from the sun and distort light. Seeing it in person would leave most people awestruck, but to me, it feels like the curtains closing before the first act of a play. I know the real show, the stars, is yet to come.

“Are you ready?” Kazem whispers. “The stars should be coming out any moment now.” My stomach twists and turns, writhing in anticipation. I train my eyes on the sky, flexing and unflexing my fingers over and over again. The same glass panes that block out the rays from the sun stop us from seeing the stars, and until now, I’d never bothered to wonder why that was.

A light sound escapes from my throat and my heart stutters in amazement as I stretch out my hand to point at a dot of light illuminating a patch of the sky. “There!” I exclaim. “Look, Kaz, a st-”

Just as the words are escaping my mouth, I hear a cracking sound. I feel it, too, deep in my bones. I look over at Kaz, who is as still a statue. No, that isn’t right- he is a statue, his expression carved in stone.

A guttural cry attempts to leave my mouth, but the stone crawling across my skin, starting from my toes and making its way upwards, makes it there before the scream does.

A few last thoughts run through my mind. The stars. The stars did this. If the stars were the symbols of hope, then what had mankind done to turn their light so toxic? What had we done to deserve this?

Then nothing. Utter blackness, with no stars to look for. No stars, and along with it, no hope.

i don’t know if i should tag people in this bc its from a long time ago and i kinda hate it but?? i will i guess??? feel free to ignore this: @ronan-lynch-deserves-the-world @doitforthecarstairs @cirxce @pencil-is-my-sword @xonar-verse

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #430

“when the girl in the corner is everyone’s woman, she could kill you with a wink of her eye”

What kind of dog do you find most ugly? What a mean question. ;-; I don't think they're ugly, but I probably find chihuahuas to be the least visually appealing. Do you like wood floors or carpet better? Wood. Do you think the USA bullies other countries? Quite frankly, yes. Are you currently in love right now? No. Favorite fast food joint? Sonic. What would you do if your ex contacted you? THE ex, have a panic attack. Cry. Be wordlessly ecstatic. Be scared and confused. Do you still have feelings for your ex? Two, yes, but one is unrealistic considering I have no idea who he is anymore. It's been way too long for me to possibly, accurately like him. Ever tasted a flavored condom? No. Do you know CPR? No. How much do you care about your best friend? I'd die for her. Do you watch Dr. Phil? No. What age would you like to have a child? I don't want kids ever. Are your parents wealthy? Mom, absolutely not. Dad seems to be financially stable, but not wealthy or anything. Pick one state you’d love to live in? Alaska. How many pets do you want? And of what? Man, I want a LOT. I know I want more ball python morphs, a plains hognose, a woma python, numerous tarantulas, a fat-tailed gecko, a boa, orchid mantises, a sphynx, a tegu would be super cool... I'd love to have like an empire of pets one day, aha, but only so long as I could maintain them all and adequately provide for them. Have you ever asked someone out? Yes. When do you want to get married? I mean, I don't have a set age in mind. I want to get married when I'm ready. Can you play a musical instrument? I played the flute for yeeeaaaars in middle and high school, but I remember almost nothing by now. What if you stopped orgasming for the rest of your life? Idc, honestly. Does money make you happy? Money probably makes me happier than it should, but I'm not like madly in love with it or anything. Happens when you're poor your whole life. Your favorite breakfast food? Ugh, cinnamon rolls are a godsend. When was the last time you went to a funeral? I actually don't think I've ever been to one... only wakes. I really, really wish I could have gone to Jason's mom's, though... There was just no fucking way that I was going to risk upsetting Jason on THAT day of all days by popping up. Have you ever stolen someone’s boyfriend/girlfriend? Well, we never actually dated, but you could say that... Tell me the date of your first kiss. I don't know the exact date, but it was March 2012. Are your legs long or short? Normal, I guess? How many phobias do you have? Man, a lot. Is there a bookshelf in your room? No. Do you use the Facebook chat often? Barely at all. I only really use it to chat with Girt on the rare occasion we talk. Who got you hooked on the addiction you're addicted to (If you have one)? I discovered Mark on my own; I needed help in an Amnesia: The Dark Descent custom story, so I found his playthrough and watched it. Got a few laughs, subscribed. It was Jason who introduced me to Amnesia, though, so I can indirectly thank him, I guess? haha Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? No. Have you ever lived with a friend? Yeah, for a couple months. Have you ever only liked someone because you found out they liked you? No. Ever been on a real diet, or did you just stop eating? I've tried multiple diets. Have you ever known a white supremacist? I know multiple. Welcome to the South. Do you like the smell of a barbecue? Yesss. It's funny because I hate the food itself. Have you ever gone out in public in your pajamas? Yeah. It's not rare, if I'm being honest. How many times have you been to the ER? Too many times because of being suicidal. How many people are you currently texting? None. Anything exciting coming up? My nephew's birthday is in a few days! Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? Money, so I can use it for anything. Do you have Instagram? I have three, ha ha. One for my basic photography, another for my morbid photos, and I went through a very short phase of having an Instagram for my pets. It still exists, but I don't really use it. Have you ever spoken to a detective before? No. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do ladders scare you? Yes. Hot dogs or hamburgers? Cheeseburgers may possibly be my favorite food. Do you have any tattoos on your arms? I do. Have you ever owned or known someone who owned a black cat? I've owned plenty of black cats. What album is the last song you listened to from? It's from Disguise. What’s the last funny movie you watched? Probably Elf. Can you remember your parents’ birthdays? Mom's, yes. I only remember the month of my dad's. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you pick? I think I want to get my tribute to Teddy next. How do you feel about band tattoos? Hey, go for it. I see nothing wrong with it. What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? Probably snakebites. Lip piercings in general are hot lmao. Are you any good at applying make up? Noooo, my hands are so shaky. How old were the last 3 people you kissed? Sara's 23; idr the exact ages of Girt and Tyler. I think Tyler was a year younger than me, and Girt is at the bare minimum three years older than me. If you found out you got someone pregnant, what would you do? Well, I'm a cisgender female, so... Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? Very frequently. Do you like your cell phone? I mean it's fine, but I'd like a new one. Is rap your favorite genre of music? No, it's actually my least favorite. Have you ever thrown up on anybody? Oh god, no. Do people think you’re happy? I think it's safe to say most people who know me know I'm clinically depressed. Or you know... maybe not. Quite a few people have been surprised to learn that about me because I can put on a good facade. What band would you stand in line for 24 hours to see? None, honestly. That's way too long. What was your worst childhood experience? I guess my dad's alcoholism. As a child, I thought it was a normal thing, but I do wonder if my fear of men has anything to do with how volatile drinking had a 50/50 chance of making him. He never hurt anyone, but he was just so mad and hateful towards the world sometimes. You can trade another person’s emotions for your own. Whose do you take? I have no idea. What was/is going to be your first waltz at your wedding? That'll depend on my partner and what song means the most to us/fits us best. "When It's Love" by Van Halen has been a consideration for forever, though. When it’s not summer, what do you miss most about it? I hate summer. I miss nothing about it. Do you consider yourself patriotic? No. What is the one thing that you need to do to die happy? Feel like I accomplished something notable. Do you consider yourself mainstream? No. What’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done? Overdosing on cold medicine. What is life’s greatest mystery? Probably from whence we came. Humanity has fished for a definite answer forever. What was your favourite make-believe game as a kid? Pretending I was a meerkat hiding in a "burrow" that was a blanket fort, ha ha. Do you try your best at everything? Honestly, no. Who is your shoulder to cry on? My mom, without fail. What’s your standard excuse for not doing something? I dunno... it depends on the topic. Name the most beautiful person you know. As far as physical appearance goes, my friend Alon. Have you ever been to jail? No. What is one moment you wish you could have taken a picture of? Sara's face when I surprised her at her house for her birthday. It was absolutely fucking priceless. What place holds the most memories for you? Jason's house. Who was your first date? My puppy dog-love middle school bf Aaron. We went with a group of friends to a skating rink. My first one-on-one date was Jason. What’s the best trip you’ve ever been on? The zoo in 5th grade. It's the one and only time I've seen meerkats. For some weird reason, our zoo moved the meerkats not long after that visit. I THINK they said the environment just wasn't suitable for them, which I never really got... I think they mentioned the cold, but like, you have heating for them, and also, have you ever experienced a desert night? You consider all the other areas that have meerkats in their zoos and it's like... why, man. Bring my meerkats back. ;_; What do you think the earth will look like in 1,000 years? Oh dear God, I do NOT want to visualize that. My gut tells me it'll be a wasteland, probably without humans or most forms of life we have now. We have to get our shit straight, so very badly. I could rant for hours about how horribly and ungratefully we abuse our planet. Who makes you happy to be around? Sara! I feel like I can be my 100% authentic self, and we just vibe really well together. Like every time I've been there and she here, our friendship felt so natural and chill. I really, really need to save up for another trip up there. What secret have you tried to hide but it got out anyway? I kept the Joel situation to myself from pretty much everyone, but it eventually came out in front of Mom and Jason. It was actually the night of the breakup; I don't remember how it was relevant at all to mention, but I did in some form. Mom wisely never asked about it, and Jason obviously didn't. I was a stupid 12-year-old anyway, it's whatever now. Who/what is your everything? I will never. Ever. In five billion millennia. Let anyone be that again. How many people have you turned down when they asked you out? Ummm three? I think that's it. How many exes do you have? If I include everyone who ever had a title of "boyfriend/girlfriend," I have six. Who was your worst relationship with? Tyler. It was just pointless and the result of nothing but loneliness. What’s your ‘label’? (ex. punk, prep) I really, really don't care. Do you swear? How much? Like a sailor. I swore some beforehand, but I got really bad when Jason and I started dating. He swore a lot, and his mother did even more. I was around them as much as possible, so it rubbed off on me. What is the one thing that would make everything in your life fall apart? Losing my family, like being disowned or something like that. Especially when it comes to Mom. I rely on her so heavily, as much as I hate that. :/ What takes your breath away? Nature is very capable of that. Something like seeing big waterfalls in the mountains or something would marvel me. Are you patient? No, honestly. Are you a good dancer? No. Even when I took dance, I don't think I was great; however, I do think I was pretty skilled at clogging. Who would you call first in a life-threatening situation (not 911)? My mom. Who do you miss? Jason and his family, Megan, Alex, Hannia, Emily, Journee... a lot of people. Do you like snakes? I adore snakes.

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sixpennydame · 1 year ago

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My brain is short-circuiting over the smut prompts and all I know is I need to hear Jean say #27 "Do you think you deserve this?" 🥵 I'll leave the details up to your beautiful brain!

Hi Em! How about a little personal trainer!Jean action for ya? ;-)

Let's Get Physical

Jean x fem!reader

C/W: NSFW, minors do not interact, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

“Come on, just one more rep, I know you got it in you!”

You weren’t sure what to expect when you decided to work with a personal trainer earlier this year, but you were needing something different in your workout routine and Jean had come highly recommended from a friend of yours. “He’s a great coach, really knows his stuff, and to top it all off, he’s fine as hell,” were the exact words she’d used. And she was right.

He was tall and handsome; always opting for grey or black sweat pants or shorts and a simple t-shirt or tank top. But anything would look good on him. His workout shirts were always tight, with his lean muscles showing perfectly through. He was cocky, yes, and competitive, but you could tell that he actually cared about helping people and loved his job. And since working with him, you felt stronger and more confident than you ever had before.

But sometimes..

Sometimes his hand lingered a bit longer on your waist these days, as he corrected your form during squats. And one day, when you were struggling with pull-ups, he held your sides, just under your sports bra, causing your heart to skip a beat (and your hand almost to slip). You're trying to focus on your reps but every time you bend to do a deadlift your eyes move down his body; you’re sure you can see the outline of his cock in those grey sweatpants.

“Keep your back straight,” he corrects, placing his hand on your lower back as your face is directly across from his crotch. When you move back up, you can feel your cheeks burning.

“You ok? Your face is red. Did I push you too hard today?”

“No no, I’m fine.” You take your towel and wipe off your chest. “I can take anything you give me.”

Jean smirks. “Oh yeah?” He moves closer to you, “I love a good challenge.”

The next thing you know, he's pulled you into the staff bathroom and locked the door. He pushes you against the wall and pulls off your sports bra, his mouth eagerly kissing at your neck and collarbone.

"I'm sweaty.." you breathlessly acknowledge.

"I like it," he replies, as he cups your breast with his strong hand and then bends down to suck on your nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your leg. His hand moves up your bare leg and settles along the waistband of your gym shorts. "I thank god every time you wear these shorts," he hums in your ear, "they barely cover your ass." His hand slides into your shorts and underwear and your breath hitches when he starts rubbing your clit. "You're already so wet. Wanted me that badly, huh?"

Cocky bastard. But god, it turns you on.

He slides one of his fingers inside you, instantly eliciting a moan from your lips. "Mmm, yes, please Jean - I want you to fuck me."

"You do, huh?" He takes your hand and puts it on his cock. "Do you think you deserve this? Do you deserve my dick inside you?"

You then put you hand inside his pants and begin to stroke him. "Didn't I work so hard for you today?"

He groans as you continue to stroke him. "Take these off," he gestures to your shorts as you shimmy them down and off your legs. The bathroom is small, but there's just enough room for him to bend you over the sink. "I'll give it to you, you dirty girl."

You grab the sides of the sink as he pushes into you; his long dick hitting your g-spot perfectly, as if he'd planned it that way. You moan and he clutches your hips a little tighter. "Yeah, you like that, don't you.." he brags, but when you look up and in the mirror and see his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, you know...

..he is loving this just as much as you are.

His thrusts become harder and you feel his hand on your back, moving toward your neck. "Jean.." you moan, which seems to excite him as his pace quickens even more.

"Fuck...fuck..." the small room vibrates with Jean's curses and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass. He's relentless and doesn't stop until both of you are sweating and panting and completely spent.

Best workout you've ever had.

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forgotn1 · 4 years ago

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⛓Meet the blogger⛓

I was tagged by @sicksoftkitty (it won’t let me tag you!)

Five things you would find in my bag:

⚔️back up beanie, in case I forget to grab one

⚔️ high-end headphones

⚔️so many hair ties

⚔️art supplies, usually pen/pencil and a small sketchbook

⚔️ a knife of some sort because you never know

Five things you’re find in my room:

⚔️Bookshelf filled with most of my books and my vinyl collection

⚔️A record player for said vinyl

⚔️more stuffed animals than you’d expect lol

⚔️ film related art prints

⚔️a large bag of clothes that do not fit that I’ve been meaning to donate for 3+ years but keep forgetting to

Five of my favorite things:

⚔️movies, particularly sci-fi

⚔️my airbrush. Used pencil and paper for my entire life, but the second I used a good airbrush it felt more comfortable and natural than pencil and paper ever did.

⚔️fluorescent colors

⚔️my dropped suburban. It’s so fucking cool and I love it. lol

⚔️spicy food

Five of my habits:

⚔️i curse like a fucking sailor <-- I’m leaving this because same lol

⚔️drinking pepsi when I have good mexican food. Just doesn’t feel right without it.

⚔️forgetting to pee because it’s not nearly as interesting as whatever I’m doing

⚔️treating the road like a racecourse

⚔️minding my Ps and Qs while interacting with retail workers and people in the service industry

Five of my personality or traits that I like:

⚔️I’m very quick witted and fucking hilarious

⚔️highly empathetic (this would also go under traits I don’t like because it can be A Lot, but is overall good)

⚔️sense of justice/fairness

⚔️I’m trustworthy and can keep secrets when needed

⚔️problem-solving

Five things I want this year:

⛓to make some friends and maybe find a new friend group

⛓learn how to play d&d

⛓sell some of my art

⛓any kind of physical intimacy. touch starvation fucking sucks, yo

⛓enough money to keep making art

I’m going to tag, uh, @child-of-the-moons-world, @keeyo7, @mostlytoska and anyone else who wants to do this.

#personal

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madsmikkelsenschesthair · 5 years ago

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Blood of the Dragon Ch. 9

Summary: Rhaegar and Y/n patch things up and the future Queen of Westeros meets her annoying Uncle Viserys. Bjorn reminisces of his time with Y/n.

A/n: I was rewatching Vikings all week and I completely forgot how much the death of Athelstan touched Ragnar. I’m back again woo,

Warnings: some angst(?), weird uncle, violence, SOME SMALL INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS MADE OF A MINOR, please PLEASE DO NOT read if you get disturbed easily.

!!!!!!SONG BELONGS TO GEORGE RR MARTIN!!!!!

They stayed in Dragonstone for three days before they finally set sail to Kingslanding and Rhaegar had not spoken a word to her since the incident. He ignored her and Freyja ignored her father. As an act of rebellion, Freyja put away her pretty Westeros dresses and went back to wearing her Viking clothes and braiding her hair like her Kraka and Lagertha. Freyja also felt more comfortable in her old clothes and Fenrir looked much happier when he could smell the familiarity on her.

She boarded the ship before her family ignoring the stares of the sailors and helped her help when she climbed the ladder. Freyja didn’t want to be around her father or anyone else for the matter. Especially her father.

It wasn’t long until she saw the familiar crowd of her family and their guards making their way to the little boats on the shores. Stepmother was looking around for her when Little Rob pointed her out and everyone turned their heads to the ship. For a moment she and her father locked eyes then Freyja stuck her nose in the air and walked away to her chambers. This was all far too quick and confusing. One moment she was a little shieldmaiden in training surrounded by the comfort of the Northmen and the next Freyja was the daughter of a king expected to rule over seven kingdoms and free cities that she had never heard of. Freyja kissed Fenrir’s head and put him down to let him explore her room once again. She walked to her bookshelf and traced the leather spines of her books; A History of Westeros, A Dance of Dragons, Aegon’s Conquer, Tales and Myths of the Dothraki. She chose A Dance of Dragons, it was interesting enough and the artwork inside was pretty to look at. Freyja was too engrossed in her reading that she jumped when someone knocked on her door causing for Fenrir to bark furiously.

“Come in”

Uncle Jaime stepped in smiling. “There’s my favorite niece. You’re not supposed to be here before your father you know?”

Freyja shrugged and put down her book, “What good is that if my own Father ignores me? I am his daughter yet he sees me like a stranger. A Ghost to be ignored and only acknowledged by few”

Jaime bit his bottom lip and took a seat on her trunk. He searched her eyes trying to find the rights words to say. “Look, Freyja. Your father doesn’t know how to be a good father but he is trying. He is trying to be the father his own never was” He looked down at the floor suddenly feeling awkward. “You’re his child and believe it or not this man loves you very, very much, however-” Jaime sighed, “He was born in grief Freyja. He can’t help his sadness”

“What do you mean he was born in grief, Uncle Jaime?” Freyja leaned forward, now more curious to know about this.

“He was born during the Tragedy at Summerhall after his great-grandfather invited them all for some type of gettogether,” Uncle Jaime frowned at the next part. “No one knows how the fire started and very few survived yet they refuse to talk about it. The only thing they do tell us is that King Aegon had a desire to bring back dragons to the Seven Kingdoms”

“And my father was born during the fire? I am also guessing there were many important people there too if my grandparents were there” Freyja wanted to tell her uncle that she was also born in tragedy; her mother died giving birth to her.

“Correct. And little dove, your father is trying very hard but you must also try” Uncle Jaime took her hand giving it a light squeeze “Please? You might even grow to love being a princess and one day you will be Queen”

Freyja nodded a bit sad. “I will Uncle. For You”

“Good” Jaime kissed her forehead and left the room now calmer than before. Freyja flopped on her bed and let out a groan. Fenrir raised his head and tilted it. “What am I going to do Fen?”

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It was past noon when Freyja heard the bells of their arrival. She looked out her little and her breath was taken away by the beautiful sight of her new home. Just like her dreams.

Freyja folded her old clothes and put them away again now wearing a red and gold dress, spraying some perfume she found in her trunk. Now to meet her Uncle and start her new life as a princess.

Meeting her uncle had to be one of the most nerve-racking things she had done so far besides meeting her Mad Grandfather. The entire short boat ride there was silent and awkward, Freyja locked eyes with her father for a moment before he looked away. Good thing Uncle Tyrion and Uncle Jaime were on the same boat so she could hear their strange stories of these unknown places she has never heard of. Stepmother only rolled her eyes and covered Little Rob’s ears.

Far in the distance, Freyja caught a glimpse of a few figures standing on the shore and when the wind blew Freyja couldn’t stop the feeling of dread when she noticed the silvery hair in the same crowd. As they grew closer, she recognized the man; Uncle Viserys. He was nowhere near as beautiful as her King Father or as stylish. Tall, lanky and with a long neck at least Viserys had the same silvery hair and purple eyes other than that Freyja was so glad she was marrying a Ragnarson. Her boys looked like men while Viserys had that childish look. The other bunch was a bald man, plump wearing rich purple silks and by the looks of it he powered his face; the man next to him wearing grey silks, short and slender with pepper and salt hair, the next was an old man with a long beard wearing dark grey robes and a heavy chain around his neck. Finally, the last man was a tall balding man with broad shoulders and golden side-whiskers wearing red silks with a golden lion on his breast. All of them, except for Viserys, smiled at her warmly.

“Welcome home Your Grace,” the man with side-whiskers said to her father, “I trust your journey went well” His voice was surprisingly smooth with an authoritative tone that Freyja wanted to cast her eyes down, hiding her shame.

“Of sorts Father but we had some trouble with my dear Father-In-Law” Stepmother answered before her father could.

“Other than that we had no other trouble,” King Father said not bothered by his wife answering for him. Finally, Rhaegar motioned his daughter to come forward and put his arm around her. “This is my beautiful daughter”

Oh, Gods, I hope he has finally found it in his heart to speak to me again!

Freyja smiled meekly at them, “Hello my name is Freyja Thorsdottir, pleased to meet you...m-my lords”.

Her step-grandfather nodded, “You are no longer Freyja, my dear, you are the daughter of a King. A Targaryen King no other. Your name is Y/n Targaryen, the future Queen of Westeros” Blunt but honest, Freyja had to give him credit but it still hurt. “I am Tywin Lannister, your Grandfather and the Hand of the King”

She stared at him, “What’s a Hand of the King?”

“The second most powerful man in Westeros,” Grandfather said a bit proudly, “chief advisor and executor of the King’s commands”

“Let’s not forget about your Master of Whispers” the balding man stepped forward and took her hands into his soft ones, “Lord Varys at your service Your Grace. I am the eyes and ears of your beloved kingdoms”

“Lord Petyr Baelish, Your Grace” Lord Baelish bowed. Freyja blushed at the huskiness in his voice.

The older man in grey robes stepped forward and also bowed, “Maester Luwin. I am your family teacher and I tend to your illnesses and wounds”

Stepmother put a protective arm around her pulling her close. “Thank you for the introductions but I am sure my daughter is very tired”

“Are you forgetting me?” Her new uncle was annoyed, Freyja could tell he wasn’t used to being outshined by anyone. A spoiled brat, maybe even more than her Ivar.

King Father was too polite to get on his level. “Don't worry little brother we were just saving the best for last. Daughter this is my little brother, Viserys Targaryen, third of his name. Brother, my beautiful daughter, Y/n Targaryen”

Viserys eyed her up and down his gaze full of hunger yet with disapproval. Freyja grew uncomfortable. Back home if a man looked at her the same way her uncle did and Bjorn would have ripped off his balls. Her father though covered her with his huge frame.

”She still slouches and her body is still of a child’s”

“She is a child” Rhaegar snapped, “Still growing. It’s best if we all moved inside. Come inside now, Y/n”

Freyja did not move and instead answered, “I am a child but do not forget who I am and who you are, Uncle

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The cold wind nipped at his fingertips as he gutted the fish, digging inside to rip out its entrails. Bjorn worked in silence and away from the group of men he left with. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. That’s all he wanted to do since he set sail for the world in search of his father. It was no secret among the Norsemen that Bjorn missed Freyja terribly, they all knew of the love Bjorn Ironside had for his surrogate daughter and King Rhaegar Targaryen taking her had an impact on his life.

Bjorn looked up from his fish and stared at the water.

“Who is that little princess? Is that my little princess Freyja?” Baby Freyja squealed and kicked her chubby legs excitedly. Bjorn giggled, their reflection in the water made baby Freyja so happy. He kissed her soft cheek and held her tightly against his chest, he loved her so much. So very much. She loved him back even if she was just a baby, Freyja was always happy to be in his arms. Bjorn felt like he would die if anything were to happen to her.

He put the fish in the basket. Bjorn wasn’t in the mood for anything much nowadays. Looking up at the sky, a sky much different than the one Freyja was under, wishing she had never left.

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Freyja stared at the beauty of the Iron Throne, made out of the thousand swords of the lords of Westeros pledging the loyalty to Aegon. To some, it was ugly, dangerous, and asymmetric but to Freyja, it was a symbol of king of kings and one day she will sit on it as her father had done and his father before him. She sat on the cold floor of the throne room, in her new white gown and her long pale hair loose, just staring at it, admiring how beautiful it looked under the moonlight. The silence in the castle was comforting. No one around to tell her to go to bed or stare at her searching for a trace of her long-dead mother. Nighttimes though had to be the worst when it came to homesickness. Freyja missed her family and no one, not even her Uncles, could understand how lonely she felt in a room full of people.

Soft footsteps echoed and Freyja prepared to see a servant but was met with the presence of her King Father. He looked tired and worn out from the busy day but still looked as beautiful as ever. Rhaegar widened his eyes at his daughter, “Little dragon, what are you doing still awake at such late hours?”

“I can’t sleep father,” she answered and shrugged, “I guess I just miss home that’s all.”

“May I sit?” Freyja scooted over, her father taking a seat next to her.

“Uncle Jaime says you were in grief. During the fire of Summerhall. Is that true?”

Rhaegar placed his arm around his child, “It is true. All of it is true. Did you know they made a song about it?”

“I didn’t”

“Would you like to hear it sometime?”

Freyja nodded and the pair went back to staring at the Iron Throne in silence. Comfortable yet again. Nothing awkward or uncomfortable.

“I am very happy that you’re here Y/n” Rhaegar whispered, “I just wish I could be a better father”

Freyja felt a pang in her heart then. “You are a good father, Your Grace. We both just need time.”

“I know I just wish I could be a better me for you”

She looked up at him and smiled sweetly, “I love you as you are Father. I am your child. Now will you please sing me your song? I want to hear it”

Rhaegar kissed her forehead, “Very well, little dragon”

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most

Freyja and her boys laughed as they splashed around the stream. Ivar was splashing water using his hands, his brothers and Freyja kicked around. Hvitserk wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, kissing her cheek.

The ones who'd been gone for so very long She couldn't remember their names They spun her around on the damp old stones Spun away all her sorrow and pain

Kraka’s fingers worked at a steady pace braiding Freyja’s hair. Lagertha was working on a new blanket, yet every now and then she would look back to smile at her.

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

The Great Hall was filled with music, people were dancing, drinking, telling stories. Freyja was surrounded by the people she loved the most, all of them laughing at some story one of the men was telling. Sigurd was holding her hand, his thumb stroking her soft skin. Freyja blushed but didn’t pull away.

They danced through the day And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall From winter to summer then winter again 'Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

The Ragnarsons and Freyja sat on the shores of the lake, watching the sunset. She was content. Sitting with the people she loved the most. This was her life, her comfort. Sigurd and Ivar were sandwiching her, Ivar could hide it all he wanted but Freyja could still feel his arm wrapping around her waist. She didn’t hesitate to rest her head on his shoulder.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones Who had loved her the most

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 5 years ago

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All Those Things They Couldn’t Say - A Runaway Baudelaires AU

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Chapter Fourteen - An Incident at the Marketplace

Violet was very quiet for the next several days with Josephine. The kids didn’t have much to do that didn’t involve giving Josephine a heart attack, so they mostly just sat around in her library. Klaus tried desperately to find the grammar books interesting, while Josephine tried to teach grammar and English to Sunny, who instead found hardcovers to bite on. Violet, meanwhile, had taken out her own commonplace book, and kept either scribbling furiously or doodling, with her ribbon keeping her hair back. She wouldn’t let Klaus see what she wrote, but she would show him and Sunny her drawings- usually blueprints for another invention, or a sketch of something nearby, like a book or Sunny asleep on the table. A few times she drew the sea, and she always got a distant look in her eyes as she did.

Every now and again, they’d ask Josephine how she knew their parents, or about Ike, or if they could please show her how the oven worked, but she always changed the topic, so they eventually gave up.

Finally, one day, Klaus asked about Lake Lachrymose, and Josephine’s eyes did the same thing as Violet’s, where she looked like she’d fallen into a distant, but fond, memory.

“Oh, I grew up on these shores, you know.” Josephine said. “I know every cave and curve, from the Lavender Lighthouse, above Curdled Cave, to the edge of the Fickle Ferry’s route.”

“Could we go swimming?” Violet asked, as she bounced Sunny on her knee. “I’d love to skip rocks again, and-”

“Oh, no.” Josephine shook her head. “No, I can’t go near the lake now. I can only bear to view it from this window.”

The Baudelaires shot each other tired looks. Klaus said, “I know lakes and similarly deep-water locations can be dangerous, but if you know it so well-”

“Oh, it’s not that.” Josephine said. Then, she leaned over and whispered, “It’s the leeches.”

“The… what?” Klaus asked.

“The Lachrymose Leeches.” Josephine shivered. “They’re quite different from normal leeches, you see- these leeches live only in Lachrymose Lake, and they will eat anything that even remotely smells of food. You have to wait one hour after eating to go swimming or they will swarm and-” she cut herself off, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. “I’m sorry, children. It’s not grammatically correct to end a sentence with ‘and.’ But I just get very emotional-”

“That’s how Ike died?” Klaus asked. “Leeches?”

Josephine jumped, and Violet hit him on the shoulder.

That night, Violet signalled for Klaus to stay awake. They sat on the other side of her bed, with Sunny sitting on Violet’s lap and biting the handle of a knife, and Violet said, “I need your help with something. I was hoping to wait until Josephine was out of the house, but the dumb bitch never seems to leave.”

“What’s going on?” Klaus asked nervously.

“Josephine’s got a safe hidden in her library.” Violet said simply. Klaus didn’t even react; they expected secrets everywhere. “I’ve been hoping you could help me crack the code. I could invent something to bust it open, but that’d make noise and leave damage and Josephine would know.”

“What’s the combination like?”

“Dial. I think four numbers.”

Klaus considered. “It has to be something she’d remember. But she doesn’t seem too into numbers, just words.”

“We could use the A1Z26 cipher.” Violet said. “But it’d have to be a short word, especially if one of the letters is past i-9, which would make it two numbers.”

“What does she like?” Klaus narrowed his eyes. “Grammar.”

“Cold soup.”

“Not telling us anything.”

Sunny looked up, stopping her biting for a moment, and said, “Ike.”

Violet and Klaus looked at each other, and then smiled a little. “Good work, Sunny.” Violet said. “Let’s go.”

They got up, racing to the library. Violet opened the trick bookshelf quickly, and Klaus knelt by the safe, muttering the numbers for I-K-E. Once he got it, he turned the handle, and the safe clicked open.

“Easy enough.” Klaus said.

��See,” Violet joked, reaching into the safe, “This is why I keep you around.” She pulled out a file, which she flipped open. “Hmm. Photos of her not being a scaredy-cat.” Like in the scrapbook.

“Is she jumping out of a plane?”

“For fun.” Violet nodded. “Yeah, she did used to be interesting. What else is in there?”

Klaus looked in. “Sheet music. Box of crackers. This book-thing- oh, hey.”

He pulled out the book, and showed it off to Violet. The title, spelled out very clearly on the large, dark cover, was The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations.

“Okay. So,” Violet pulled Sunny onto her lap, and said, “Is this a good or bad thing?”

“Means she’s in VFD.”

“But she hid it away. Meaning she’s trying to get out.”

“Not good for us, considering what happened when Mother and Father tried to leave.”

“Whazzit?” Sunny asked, confused.

“But it means we’re safe from ankle-snatching bastards.” Violet shrugged. “Listen, if she’s hiding this shit away,” she held up the file, waving it a bit, “It means she doesn’t want to think about her past. We’re safe for the time being. Eventually Mother and Father will get here and then we don’t have to talk to her again.”

Klaus sighed, and then said, “I guess.”

“Well,” Violet groaned, standing up and lifting Sunny with her, “Let’s get back to bed. Aunt Jo said we’re hurricane shopping tomorrow, so maybe we can convince her to get hot food.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Then we’ll swipe some when she’s not looking and make it ourselves. No biggie. And you, Sunshine, should be asleep.”

Sunny huffed. “Ekaw,” she said, which meant, “But you’re awake.”

“Yeah, but I’m old enough to make bad life decisions. Sleep time.”

The next morning, at the market, Violet and Klaus tried to stick by Aunt Josephine, but she seemed scared of practically everything in the town. It was good that the lakeside was basically empty, or they’d worry about making a scene and attracting unwanted attention. Klaus held Sunny in his arms instead of in his bag, letting her point towards food she wanted- and, when Josephine wasn’t looking, letting her grab something to stuff into his pocket.

Violet kept untying and retying her ribbon in her hair, both bored by the market they had to walk through so slowly and too stimulated by how many aisles of carts they walked past, all with different smells and vendors shouting what they were selling and bright signs and even some which had other, loud noises. Sunny and Klaus were too focused on grabbing what they wanted without paying, like they normally did, that they weren’t noticing how loud everything seemed to be.

“Josephine,” Violet muttered, shoving her ribbon into her pocket and turning back to their current guardian, “Perhaps we could get something to cook for you. Klaus and I know how to make several very quick meals, and as fast as they are, it’s hard to mess them up.”

“Oh, no, no.” Josephine shook her head. “I’m eager to try this recipe for cold lime stew.”

“Nuki,” Sunny said, meaning, “I think I’d rather eat something hot, or bite your arm off.”

“No, no, Sunny,” Josephine said firmly, looking up from her shopping list. “‘Nuki’ isn’t a word. Remember what we said about using correct English. Now, Violet, would you please get some cucumbers? I thought I would make chilled cucumber soup again sometime next week.”

Violet groaned outwardly, giving Josephine the side-eye, and then she moved down another aisle in search of cucumbers. She had no idea where they were- she didn’t know this fucking town!- but likely they’d be around the other vegetables. Things should be organized normally, right? A vender was selling canned soup which would be amazing if she could just fucking cook it. She retied her hair again, wondering if she could take apart the oven and force Josephine to see it was fine. For a few moments, she was so lost in her inventing thoughts that she didn’t look where she was going until she walked right into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” Violet started to stay, and then she looked up, and froze over.

Turning around to look at her, with a shiny gleam in his eye, was a tall, thin man in a blue sailor had and black eye patch covering his left eye, as well as a thick wooden peg leg. But even with the peg leg and the eye patch and the sailor outfit, she could see his shiny eyes and the one eyebrow snaking underneath the patch and the long, bony fingers that drumming on a nearby table, slightly rattling a bottle of olives.

“You.” she breathed.

“Why, hello, dear lady.” Count Olaf said, a strange tone as he adopted some kind of sailor’s accent. “Didn’t see you there.”

His beady, uncovered eye was staring down at her as if she were a brightly wrapped birthday present that he couldn’t wait to rip open. Violet had seen that look before, and she immediately reached for her pocket to grab her knife.

“Violet!” she heard Josephine call behind her, but she didn’t turn, keeping her eyes on the dangerous man in front of her. “What are you doing in this aisle? These people are selling food that must be heated, and you know-”

When she saw Count Olaf she stopped speaking, and for a second Violet thought she’d recognized him, too. But then she smiled, and Violet felt a boiling fury inside her.

“Hello,” said Count Olaf, smiling at Josephine, “I was just apologizing for running into your sister here.”

Klaus and Sunny ran up, then, and Klaus said, “Sorry we wandered behind, we saw- fuck, that’s Count Olaf!”

“Yeah, no shit, Klaus.” Violet said. “Stay behind me.”

Josephine scoffed, and said, “Violet! Don’t be rude!” she gestured to the Count in front of them. “This nice man is clearly not Count Olaf. Look at him! He’s a sailor.”

“Captain Sham, my lady.” Olaf made a bow, and as he did, he shot a sneaky, smug look to Violet.

“Alright, fucker,” Violet pushed Klaus and Sunny back slightly as Sunny hissed, and then she pulled out her pocketknife, flipping it open and pointing it at him.

“Violet!” Josephine gasped, as Olaf stood back up, not concerned. “What did we say about sharp objects?”

“If you’re really a pirate captain,” Violet said, “Then I assume that peg leg is real.”

“As real as I am, miss.” Olaf said. “If you could put the knife away, nice girls shouldn’t be playing with those.”

“I’m not a nice girl.” Violet said, stepping towards him. “So if it’s real, I can just swipe at it with this knife, and there’ll be no leg under it for me to sever off, causing you to bleed out until you tell us where the fuck our parents are, you bastard!”

“Violet!” Josephine nearly shrieked, and she grabbed Violet’s arm, yanking her back. Surprised, Violet nearly swung the knife at her, recovering quickly enough to keep herself from harming their guardian. “I’m sorry, sir, she must be confused.”

“Well,” Olaf said, smiling again at Violet, “Sometimes young girls are like that when they travel too much. I find it’s best to keep them in one place to avoid hallucinations.”

Violet tugged at Josephine’s hand, but Josephine kept a firm grip on her, and Violet groaned as Josephine carefully plucked the knife from her hand and tossed it to the ground. “There. Now nobody can get hurt.”

“Bet.” Sunny said.

“Josephine, that’s Count Olaf! He’s in disguise.” Klaus said. “He’s after us!”

“Now, Klaus, be nice to Captain Sham and don’t play along with your sister’s-”

He turned to Violet, asking with his eyes if he should start crying, and Violet nodded. Klaus then burst into tears, and taking the cue, Sunny did, too.

“Please, Josephine-” Klaus began.

“Oh, now, Klaus,” Josephine released Violet, putting an arm around him. Violet turned to Olaf, as if to rush him, only to see, to her horror and frustration, that while Josephine’s back was turned, he had picked up her knife. He twirled it in his hands, giving her a clear look that dared her to try anything.

“Best be gettin’ the young boy home, miss.” Olaf said, hiding the knife as Josephine turned to him. “Seems the sea air’s done somethin’ to him.”

“I’m very sorry-”

“Captain Sham.” Olaf pulled a laminated card from his pocket, handing it over. The Baudelaires gave him glares as Josephine read it over. “Sailboat rentals.”

Josephine laughed. “Why, Captain Sham! You’ve made a grammatical error.”

“What?” Olaf said, raising his eyebrow.

“It says here, ‘Captain Sham’s Sailboats. Every boat has it’s own sail.’ There should not be an apostrophe over ‘it’s,’ as that signals ‘it is.’ You mean simply I-T-S, ‘belonging to it.’ It’s a very common mistake, Captain Sham, but a dreadful one.”

Captain Sham’s face darkened, and it looked for a minute like he was going to attack; Violet moved to grab Klaus’s hand. But then he smiled and said, “Thank you for pointing that out. Perhaps, dear lady, you can explain more about grammar to me tonight, over dinner.”

“No!” Violet said.

“Now, Violet, please quiet down. Let the adults speak.” Josephine said. She turned back to Olaf and said, “I’d be happy. We could go to that new fried egg place, if you so wish.”

“Wonderful. Where do you live? I’ll pick you up very soon.” He looked to the kids there, and Violet felt like she was going to be sick.

“Josephine, don’t-” Klaus began, through his forced tears.

“Right at the top of the hill.” Josephine giggled. “I’ll go get a new shawl and drop the children off.”

“Yes. They can rest.” Olaf said. “Who knows what could happen to them in the wide open world?”

“Go to hell, bastard.” Violet said.

“Violet!”

“Our parents will beat your ass, and they’ll find us, and you’re going to-” Violet spat.

“Violet, please!” Josephine shook her head and tutted. “Children have no manners these days. If you’ll excuse us, Captain Sham…”

She turned and pulled the kids along with her. Violet shot a hateful glare back at Olaf, who just smiled innocently at her.

Once they reached the house, Josephine said, “I know you children have had quite the terrifying life. But that doesn’t mean you can be rude to kind sailors at the market.”

“That wasn’t a kind sailor! That was Count Olaf!” Violet protested.

“Please,” Klaus sniffled, “Listen to us!”

“Children, go lie down.” Josephine insisted. “Captain Sham must be right, the excessive travel is making you-”

“Did you seriously buy that?” Klaus temporarily snapped out of his fake tears. “That’s ‘female hysteria’ bullshit!”

“Klaus! Go lie down! I will go get ready for dinner.” she paused. “Why don’t I make you all chilled cucumber soup, so that you have something to eat while I’m out?”

Violet took a deep breath, and then spun on her heel and stalked off without another word.

Klaus raced after her, and Sunny asked, “Ato?” which meant something akin to, “What do we do?”

“I’m working on it.” Violet muttered.

“Gui!” Sunny shouted as they made their way into their bedroom, meaning, “How could she fall for that phony disguise?”

“Mother and Father told us often that disguises are an easy way to sneak around simple people.” Klaus said.

“Well, good to know that Josephine is a dumbass!” Violet sat on the bed, and pulled out her ribbon, tying her hair back as tight as she could. She took a deep breath, and thought.

She remembered, when she was about eight, her Mother had sat her down and tried to help her figure out better ways to manage her anger, after she’d punched a kid who threatened Klaus at the playground. One of the things that had worked was just letting her inventing mind go off on plans, keeping her focus on different ideas instead of on the first impulse to attack. She clasped her hands together, sitting cross-legged, and keeping her eyes shut, even as Sunny crawled onto her lap.

Klaus sat beside her on the bed, bouncing the mattress slightly. “Ideas?”

Violet considered what they had at their disposal. The house had little electricity, was situated above a lake… perhaps they could push Olaf through the library window, but he could grab one of their ankles and pull them with him. Josephine didn’t have anything very sharp or heavy… the only dangerous thing around the lake was-

“I have an idea.” Violet said after a minute, smiling as she opened her eyes. “I need you guys to distract Josephine. If Olaf comes, keep him here.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get our weapon.” Violet pulled Sunny off of her lap, putting the baby on a pillow, and she stood up, stretching slightly. “What we’re going to do, is we’re going to beg to go to dinner with Josephine and Olaf. We’re so sorry, we made a mistake, we feel so bad for insulting Captain Sham.”

“That’s gonna be hard to fake.”

“We’ll manage. Then at the restaurant, we’ll get him to take us for a walk by the pier.”

“That’s asking for him to kidnap us.”

“Exactly. Once lulled into a false sense of security, as we walk by the ocean, you trip him into the water.”

“So he swims back and strangles us.”

“No, so I throw our weapon at him. In the water, he’ll be helpless.”

“What weapon, Vi? A weight?”

Violet smiled and shook her head. She reached into Klaus’s bag, pulling out a small, glass jar, as well as a small snackbag.

“The Lachrymose Leeches.”

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Of Gods and Men Summary:

When the gods returned to Gielinor, their minds were only on one thing: the Stone of Jas, a powerful elder artefact in the hands of Sliske, a devious Mahjarrat who stole it for his own ends and entertainment. He claims to want to incite another god wars, but are his ulterior motives more sinister than that? And can the World Guardian, Jahaan, escape from under Sliske’s shadow?

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When Ariane is kidnapped and the signs point to Sliske, Jahaan is forced to confront the Mahjarrat once again. But this time, things take a turn for the twisted, and Jahaan uncovers the truth behind Sliske’s obsession with him. Can Jahaan survive Sliske’s games? After all, broken bones heal faster than a broken mind…

CHAPTER 4: SLISKE’S SECRETS

Climbing over the broken rock fragments led Jahaan to a small corridor, two wooden doors on either side and one right at the end. Taking a random guess, Jahaan went from the one furthest away. Fortunately for him, it wasn’t just a broom closet or a wardrobe.

No, it looked like Jahaan had hit the jackpot here.

“Whoa…” Jahaan breathed, taking in the cluttered room. Blackboards, potions, globes, drawings, books and manic scribblings…

This must be Sliske’s laboratory…

The blackboard had equations that Jahaan couldn’t even begin to understand; he recognised a handful of letters and numbers in the common alphabet, but mixed in them seemingly randomly were rune graphics, ancient scripture, and dozens of symbols that meant nothing to Jahaan. The majority were scribbled roughly in white chalk, half crossed out with increasing passion as the board became more and more crowded the further down Sliske wrote.

The blackboard next to it was a little more structured and simplified with a Vitruvian Man drawing in the style of a Mahjarrat taking up the majority of the space. From various points on the body, arrows were protruding, such as from the chest and forehead crystals, though their labels were written in an unfamiliar tongue. It didn’t even look Infernal. From the rough mess of harsh consonants, Jahaan guessed it could be Freneskaen.

Behind a red velvet curtain stood an oak bookshelf, packed to the brim with countless novels, manuscripts, textbooks and research papers. Tracing his fingers along the spines, Jahaan stopped at one that was jutting out of the shelf, unable to squeeze back neatly into its place due to just how many books were stacked there. Jahaan gathered it had been read and returned to its place rather recently, and so he slid it from its position and examined the cover.

‘The Divine Delusion’, by Oreb, Magister of House Charron.

Intrigued, Jahaan opened it up to a creased page and began to read…

The human soul is a tricky construct, more comprised of emotion than quantifiable elements. Yet it is most assuredly a real, measurable thing. This I have demonstrated several times in my experiments.

There are various scholars that would argue that the strength of the soul is measured by one's devotion to a deity. That the worship of and adherence to the tenets of a powerful being of divine classification makes one's soul inherently more enriched and robust. I believe that this theory is naught but the prattle of clergy and the dogmatic response of those who themselves live their lives according to the whims of a god. Instead I propose that the soul has little actual relationship with the divine and is perhaps something entirely other. My extensive research suggests that the health and strength of one's soul comes from action and inspiration. It is my firm belief that the strongest souls belong to those who have made the most out of their lives, who have experienced everything that the world has to offer and braved the greatest of challenges.

Furthermore, I posit that the soul is perhaps more closely linked to biology than theology, though certainly it falls outside the practice of conventional medicine. Elves have discovered the medical process of ‘organ transplants’, where the healthy organ of one being - usually deceased - is transferred into the body of another, replacing an organ that has stopped functioning. As you’d expect, there are certain conditions that have to be met for a transplant to work. So far, no successful transplant has occurred between different species or races. Therefore, a gnome could not donate, say, a kidney to a human. It’s all to do with proportions; the human body would simply not take it. Then there’s also the problem of compatibility, as the process is helped greatly if the two people are genetically identical or similar, so using relatives reduces the risk that the new body will reject the donated organ or, worse, attack it, thinking it is foreign.

The same applies for soul transplants. If this process is to ever be done successfully, I believe the two participants have to be compatible in many ways, but whether that is some tangible compatibility, such as identical blood types, or something more abstract, like similar personalities, I cannot say with certainty. However, considering the soul is an essence instead of a tangible organ, there is nothing to say souls couldn't, theoretically, transfer between species. To serve what purpose, I cannot fathom.

Then there comes the issue of extraction. From the little practical experimentation I have been able to undertake, I can hypothesise that a soul is much more malleable during periods of volatile emotions. For example, if a person is calm, their soul is stable within them. However, if a person is angry, hateful or distressed, their grip on their soul weakens, and thus is prone to outside forces. Therefore, if a soul is to be extracted from a living subject against their will, then placing them under conditions of extreme stress increases the likelihood of success. Of course, like anything ethereal, the process would be much simpler if the soul was given freely rather than taken by force. Some of these conditions might then be mitigated.

My research, for obvious reasons, has not been allowed to spread outside these four walls, and with such secrecy comes limited funds, and less than willing participants.

In conclusion, I believe that the soul, like the flesh, can be both harmed, healed and indeed extracted. Therefore, if one could find a compatible host, it could conceivably be possible to transfer the soul of one being into another. As for what effects this could have, I cannot say.

I must continue my research...

The last paragraph was underlined feverously.

Jahaan next turned his attention to Sliske’s desk. A notebook stood out for the block writing on the cover, black and ominous, with a slight spike to the edging of the letters:

‘Death at Sea’, by Praefectus Praetorio Sliske

When Jahaan opened it up, he saw that it was handwritten by Sliske. Fortunately Jahaan’s Infernal language studies hadn’t relented in his downtime, and thus he was able to understand most of what was being written. The longer, more scientific words he sometimes had to guess at, thankful for their similarities in many ways to the Common Tongue.

The notebook seemed to be used by Sliske to jot down ideas for a play. The opening section dealt with possible characters and a rough plot involving a sailor who witnesses a murder so terrible that it renders him mute. However, after a few dozen pages, it devolved into backstage gossip, excerpts from secret police files on the proposed actors, and tirades against the increasingly complicated plot.

After a short gap, the entries resumed, in a journal format.

It seems art may be imitating life! I had a chance encounter with Nabor this evening, which may hold the key to my current plot difficulties. It seems that he has received a new inmate to his little asylum, specifically a member of our navy, who has been struck insensible by some terrible injuries. I was almost bored to tears by the conversation - Nabor always was one of the dullest of the Mahjarrat - until that little nugget of information popped up. I may pay the place a visit tomorrow; an official inspection. That will pass a bit of time. Maybe seeing a wretch in a similar condition to the one I have been writing about will add a little realism to the scenes?

Well that didn't help.

My visit to the asylum has raised more questions than it answered. Nabor was almost fawningly open with his records, and it seems there is little to fear from his charges. I doubt many of them are capable of subversion at this point. Some are barely able to feed themselves.

I eventually requested to see the sailor in question. Nabor took me to a chamber held apart from the others, and I inquired if the patient was dangerous. He replied that it was more for his own protection. The human was known to shout things that disturbed the other patients, agitating them greatly. Nabor claimed that no matter what he tried, the lunatic would not do anything but babble piteously, occasionally howling and braying in ways most unsettling.

When I approached the cell, I found the human inside lying on a pallet of straw. I noticed that he was not bound, but was in a filthy condition and missing his left leg and right foot. On seeing me, he crawled on his belly across the flagstones and pulled himself up using the bars. His eyes were wild and hollow, darting like a cornered animal until they finally settled upon my own. Their darkness was captivating; I felt as if I was looking inside the shell of a man, someone beyond humanity and, simultaneously, so far below it.

Then, he spoke. “I know you.”

His thick accent betrayed his breeding. The words were growled, the venom masked only by his increased shivering. After assuring him that we had never met before, repeatedly I might add, as he was rather insistent, I asked him where it was he thought we had met.

“The afterlife,” he replied wistfully, like he was recalling a fond memory.

Clearly the man was delusional, but he was admittedly a fascinating specimen. So, I wanted to entertain his ramblings further, and explained that I could not go to an afterlife.

“You have,” he insisted. Again, the past tense was used. “You will, once you take His soul. His soul is your key. Death is not the end, it is only the beginning!”

Inquiring as to who this ‘Him’ was only seemed to horrify the patient. What he said next was… unusual. I cannot get the words out of my mind, nor the intensity with which he spoke them.

“You don’t remember?! He was no more god than man, and no more man than god. He could not save us all! He only saved YOU!”

Growing frustrated, I insisted he name the man he was referring to.

Once he did, he wouldn’t stop, repeating it over and over again with increasing volume and desperation. “Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut! Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut! Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut!”

Soon, there arose a hooting and wailing from the nearby cells. The inmates on this level began banging the bars, screaming and otherwise displaying their afflictions in a chorus of suffering, obviously agitated by the man’s disturbance. The pathetic human fell to the floor, weeping. As Nabor called for his orderlies to restore order, I returned to my office. Who is this ‘Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut’, and why is he so important to this crazed man? It seems my play will have to wait until I have answered these mysteries.

I returned to the asylum to speak with Nabor and the sailor, only to find out that the latter was dead. There were no marks upon the body, and nobody was seen to enter or leave the cell. Curious.

As for this Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut character, I have sent out agents to locate them, but no-one on record in the empire seems to go by that name. From the sounds of it, it likely originates from the Kharidian Lands. I shall have to widen my search net of agents if I am to follow up on this little enigma...

The majority of pages after that entry were blank aside from a single entry containing Jahaan’s date of birth. As it was in the Common Tongue, Jahaan deduced it must have been written a lot more recently. Below the date of birth were the words:

Jahaan Alsiyad-Abut? Really? Is this the key at last? I must watch and see...

Utterly freaked out, Jahaan closed the notebook in a hurry, backing away as if it was going to explode after reading. He darted his eyes around him, half-wanting someone to be there to confirm that, yes, he did just read that. With his curiosity giving him a crazed adrenaline rush, Jahaan hurriedly returned to examining the rest of the laboratory.

Potions and chemicals cluttered the shelves, residing in bottles and vials of various shapes and sizes, a technicolour cocktail recipe. Some sat atop piles of books, others held down documents. Most of their labels, if they had any, were faded from the passage of time, and Jahaan wasn’t about to taste test them to find out what they were.

Another small notebook on the tabletop caught Jahaan’s eye, perhaps from the beautiful aquamarine quill feather resting on top of it, starkly contrasting the black cover of the journal. Opening it up, Jahaan noted the handwriting was identical to that scrawled upon the blackboards, therefore it must have been written by Sliske. It too was in the Common Tongue.

Curiosity getting the better of him once more, he began to read...

I have changed the world. I have taken the status quo and I have smashed it to pieces and scattered the shards across Gielinor. The Staff - the Siphon - was practically gifted to me. The dragonkin, weak and pathetic, trapped in my little shadow web... and then the Staff was mine. It was so simple, almost laughably so, that I can barely consider it an achievement.

I have changed the world. I have used the Siphon to slay one of the most powerful beings to ever walk Gielinor. The great Guthix, felled by my hand, by my whim… by my destiny.

Guthix, in his dying breath, created something new. The World Guardian, they have come to be called. The breadcrumb trail I left for Jahaan worked far better than I could have ever imagined.

“So he engineered all this?” Jahaan muttered dryly to himself, taking a deep breath.

At this point, the idea that Sliske had played a part in some events in his life no longer came as a surprise. He did, however, ponder just how far this particular ‘breadcrumb trail’ reached back to.

Did he influence Sir Tiffy? Commander Denulth?

The following pages remarked upon the return of the gods, including derisive commentary about the Battle of Lumbridge and Armadyl’s slaying of Bandos. After that, Jahaan realised that several pages were missing, clearly torn out for some reason. A lot of the notebook became largely incomprehensible, with various strange diagrams doodled about the place. Most of the writing had been crossed out heavily.

Jahaan flicked through what remained, trying to find something he could decipher.

Then, right near the end, one last entry...

The time has come. I had hoped to resolve this without resorting to force, but he has left me no choice. Our agreement was abandoned by his reckless temperament. It would have been so much easier if he’d just played along. I could have had his soul, and he could have had eternal youth - a wight in my service, by my side...

Perhaps I have gotten too… close. I might even start to miss him. But not for long. The way that mortal lives, he would be dead within the next twenty years anyway.

Fortunately, it seems as though we are more similar than I could have ever hoped. Just a few tweaks here and there, a nudge in the right direction, and he’ll be perfectly... compatible. I’ve researched this for too long to give up now. I’m so close. Too many test subjects have failed, countless souls shattered in my efforts. So here I am, pinning my last hope on the deranged ramblings of a madman.

I have a plan. It might work, it might be the solution to my problem. I have most of the pieces right here and the rest I can easily obtain with only the slightest bit of subterfuge.

Yes it will work.

It has to...

After returning the notebook to its place on the desk, one last thing caught Jahaan’s eye.

In the centre of the dark wooden floor, a mystic diagram had been painted in purple and white, glowing brightly, like light itself was luminating from the etchings. The outer circumference was comprised of two purple circles, while inside white and purple triangles mirrored one another. Right at the centre was another bright white circle drawn in runes of the ancient magicks. Above it, floating around head height, a cluster of fizzing energy correlating into a globe shape.

When Jahaan approached it, he could feel his bones tingling from the magic it emitted.

Against his better judgement, he had the strongest urge to reach out and touch it…

The world around him was foggy and clouded, like he was seeing everything through a bowl of misty water. However, he could make out Sliske close to his vantage point, clutching onto the Staff of Armadyl and facing a large sphere that pulsed and crackled with energy.

The Stone of Jas.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Sliske remarked, wistfully.

“What is”

“Beauty?”

That mysterious voice was unfamiliar to Jahaan. It was hollow, yet deep. Impassive, yet commanding. Inhuman, certainly, but like no race Jahaan had ever encountered. The voice echoed and faded, swishing through his mind like calm waves on the shore.

Jahaan couldn’t be sure if it was even real. Perhaps it was a conjuring of his imagination?

However, that theory died when Sliske turned towards Jahaan’s vantage point and replied to its question, “Beauty… ahhh, beauty is what makes the world bearable. Without it, life is grey and empty. Beauty evokes pure emotion, and true beauty can bring empires to ruin or inspire the most evil men to heroic deeds.”

“Irrelevant,” the voice stated, unwavering in its dull conviction.

Sighing, Sliske replied, “Yes… I suppose you think it is.”

Turning back to face the Stone, Sliske continued, “Thank you for the tip-off about this delightful thing by the way. I would never have found it on my own. It never occurred to me that the Staff could be used in such a fashion.”

“The Siphon”

“Has many uses”

“Yes, and the look on that dragonkin's face was hilarious! To think, those fools just cast the Stone away, hoping that no-one would find it. They must have known it couldn’t be hidden forever. Something like this… it wants to be found. It needs a user, false or otherwise.”

The voice did not seem to care for Sliske’s poetic ramblings, instead directly asking,

“Will this”

“Bring them?”

Sliske grinned. “Oh yes, very much so. The siren song of the Stone will bring all of the gods together. It will be a gathering like no other, a monumental occasion that everyone will yearn to observe.”

“Pointless words”

“Make it happen”

Narrowing his eyes, Sliske bit his tongue to keep the sharpness from his voice. “Yes, of course. I live to serve…”

When the world rippled back into reality, Jahaan fought to get the echoed voice of the mysterious being out of his mind. It seemed to seep through him like ink, cloying and domineering. It was only once he realised just how long he’d been that he snapped himself back into focus.

Just as he was about to leave, however, he saw something glint underneath a pile of messed up papers. Pushing the papers to one side, Jahaan uncovered an ornate letter opener, its handle delicately carved out of elder logs. The blade was thin and fragile, probably made out of nothing better than light steel. Such a weapon wouldn’t be able to pierce through Sliske’s armoured robes - heck, it probably couldn’t even stab through his thick skin - but the edge was sharp; if he could slice somewhere delicate, or perhaps use it on one of the Barrows Brothers at the right time…

These thoughts were enough to convince Jahaan to tuck the blade into the back of his belt, rolling his shirt over it to conceal its presence.

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As Of Gods and Men is a reimagining, retelling and reworking of the Sixth Age, a LOT of dialogue/characters/plotlines/etc. are pulled right from the game itself, and this belongs to Jagex.

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TITANS: The Queen and the Beast (Elsa / Godzilla - Disney Monsterverse) - Prologue

Summary: Two years have passed since the great winter that almost destroyed the kingdom of Arendelle. Today, the young Queen Elsa, supported by her sister Princess Anna, and her friends Kristoff, Olaf and Sven, now reigns righteously over the kingdom become prosperous and promised to a great future. However, a very strange event comes to disturb this tranquillity: the news of sunken merchant ships and villages destroyed along the shores of the kingdom is spreading. Deciding to investigate and put an end to these mysterious waves of disasters, Elsa and Anna will make a discovery that will change their vision of the world forever: huge ancient creatures, the titans, emerge from the depths of the ocean and seem to have declared the war on humanity. For the two young sisters of Arendelle, a fight for the future of their kingdom, but also of the world, begins, as well as an unexpected encounter that will change the life of the young snow queen, but also change the face of the entire world forever.

The human species is egocentric by nature ... We like to believe that we dominate the earth, that nature is under our control.... But these are only illusions..... We are only hosts on this earth, and we must respect the laws of its true rulers....

Village of Shiru, Japan

00:00AM O'clock, local hour

Japan .... Very old and venerable land of stories and other legends both fascinating and terrifying ....

The Mikazuki Valley, or "valley of the crescent moon", located to the south of Japan's great empire, was plunged into the most peaceful night. The ink-black sky had been filled with thousands of stars every night playing their roles. A light wind had risen, making the tall stems of the rice fields sleeping around the village dance. The village of Shiru was small, counting barely more than five hundred inhabitants, but was known in the rest of the empire for its prosperity equaling no other, and also its respect for ancestral traditions. Some liked to say that the inhabitants had made a pact with the gods, thus ensuring security and life in the village. Whenever one of the villagers was asked this question, they said it was a secret.

Apart from the few guards patrolling the deserted streets and providing security, everyone slept the deepest sleep ..... or almost. In a modest house in the center of the village was a man lying in bed in the middle of his room lit by a few small candles. He was in his forties, with very short, flat black hair, a serious, closed face, and a small, thin mustache. He was named Ishiro, and was a recognized historian in the country, but also very downgraded by the others historians for his hodgepodge theories. Ishiro had made a specialty of past history, especially those concerning the gods and supernatural creatures who supposedly populate our world without us seeing it.

Ishiro's sleep seemed agitated, the man constantly moaning, turning every two minutes in bed and grimacing sometimes. His hands clenched on the blanket. A powerful gust of wind suddenly opened the window of his room and blew out all the candles at once. Ishiro woke up at the same instant. Sitting in his bed, breathing as if out of breath and his eyes filled with a distinct anxiety. He ran his hand over his forehead, seeing a few drops of sweat. He looked straight ahead as if hypnotized by the fear that haunted him and pulled him out of his sleep. A headache seized him, making him wince in pain. A series of strange and indistinct images jostled in his mind .... A sea agitated by a terrible storm .... And in the middle of this ocean furious, a ship, lost and fighting against the elements to stay afloat .... On the sail of this great ship, a blazon in the shape of a large flower with three petals opening and surrounded by a laurel ..... Then suddenly, a titanic form, even larger than a mountain, emerging from the ocean and opening two eyes filled with fire and anger.....

Ishiro pushed his blanket up and stood up without losing a moment. Dressed in his kimono, with a lantern in his hand, he crossed the corridors of his dwelling in the darkness and headed for the office room. The relatively small square room, however, contained dozens of large books, mostly very dusty, and other very ancient parchments, piled up in crates or spread all over the small wooden desk standing in the center of the room. On one of the walls was a map of the known world, where several crosses at specific points had been drawn with black ink, as indicating positions, the most common on the coasts. Most of the books on the shelf were about the legends and mythologies of all peoples and beliefs in the world that Ishiro had been able to study: Greek mythology, Scandinavian, Aztec, Egyptian, etc.... Ishiro rushed to the bookshelf and in the lantern light, looking at them one by one, seeming to look for one in particular. And he found it. A thick book with a binder of old brown leather. Seizing it, Ishiro made some clean on his desk by removing some papers and put the big book in which were identified the coats of arms of all the great and small kingdoms known throughout the world, as well as their history. Ishiro spent long minutes flipping through the book, page by page, scrutinizing every coat of arms he saw. The man was more and more nervous as the seconds passed.

- "Where is it ..... where is it ....?" he repeated incessantly. And finally, he found it. The same blazon he had seen on the ship's sail from his vision. He read the name written in black ink next to the symbol.

_"Arendelle....."

The shutters in the office window were suddenly pushed by a gust of wind that made Ishiro jump out of surprise. The natural breath swept the room, flying several parchments, one of which took place on Ishiro's lap. The man seeing him, felt his heart leap in his chest. On the parchment was represented a shape exceeding by its size the highest mountains, standing on two big legs, a massive body, powerful and clawed arms, a back dotted with dorsal spines. The thing on the paper was roaring powerfully and Ishiro could almost hear it in his mind, like a terrifying echo from a far away past. Ishiro then felt the wind grow stronger outside, making crack the foundations of his old house.

"It already started ..." he murmured anxiously.

On the horizon, behind the large mountains surrounding the valley, the clouds were gradually spreading to reveal a moon full and bright more than ordinary. This gleam attracted the attention of the village guards who contemplated this phenomenon with fascination. Leaning his hands on the edge of his window, Ishiro also watched. His gaze changed then, like a budding determination in his heart. Closing the book with a sharp blow, he left the room, but not to go back to bed.

*********

Meanwhile in the ocean, off the coasts of Norway

The king and queen of Arendelle had never seen such a storm in all their lives. From the deck of the boat, clinging with all their strength to the thick ropes, they saw around them the ocean in its utmost fury. Waves of several tens of meters were formed to come crashing violently, a torrential rain was falling, and the sky was invaded by black clouds spewing thunder. It was like the gods of ocean decided to unleash their fury through their element. Everywhere on the ship, the sailors ran in all directions, some managing to keep their cool and others leaving appear a great fear on their faces, especially the younger and less experienced. _ "Tuck the sails before they are torn by the wind!" yelled one of the sailors hanging on the mast. Others came to his call and got down to work, though the incessant rolling and the endless rain did not make their task easy. At the helm of the ship, a sailor used all his might to keep the boat on the cape and prevent it from drifting away. A wave struck and almost knocked him down, but he held on, dripping with seawater.

Heading towards the rear of the boat, struggling to keep their balance, the King and Queen of Arendelle, holding by the hand with strentgh, saw the young moss, the youngest member of the crew, about fourteen years old . The young man was terrified, curled up in a corner and shaking like a leaf. The king came to him and took him by the shoulders.

- "Rise up. A sailor of Arendelle does not fear the ocean. The others need you. Go!"

The king spoke harshly, but also with compassion. The young man nodded and took a breath to regain his composure.

-"Yes your Majesty!" he answered and ran at once to the aid of his comrades trying to shoot at a big rope of the mast. The queen joins her husband and smiled to him. But their smiles are short-lived when the captain arrives, a man of almost fifty-year-old and having a large experience of marine life, sporting a big gray beard. The captain was soaked to the skin but did not care.

-"My king, my queen, you should go down to shelter yourself! This storm has no mercy!"

- "Then we will be too, captain!" answered the king with force against the storm. The queen thought highly of their two daughters, Elsa and Anna, who remained at Arendelle under the watch of the servants and under the protection of the guards. She thought of Elsa, alone in her room and looking out the window at the outside world. And Anna wandering alone in the huge corridors of the castle, with no one to talk with. My god, what life had been left to them. All of this because of the mysterious power of Elsa. Some happy memories came back, however, on this Christmas day where Elsa and Anna, still children, had been able with their parents, to ring the Yule bell announcing the beginning of the festivities. The queen's heart squeezed in her chest by seeing all these memories come back in her mind. The captain's voice suddenly brought her back to reality.

-"What is that?"

The captain took his telescope and watched, under the intrigued gazes of the royal couple. Two hundred meters from the ship appeared what seemed to be a long row of large black rock spikes, protruding from the surface and struck by powerful currents. These rocky points were of a staggering size.

- "Reefs right in front!" the captain shouted towards the man who was holding the helm. The ship swerved left despite the strong currents, to try to avoid these rock formations. Taken by the roll, the queen nearly went overboard, but the king seized her just in time and brought her back to him.

Suddenly, a thump sounded under the ship, which was shaken by a violent shock sending everyone to the ground. The king helped his wife get back on his feet, while the captain and the sailors also came to their senses.

- "We hit a reef!" yelled one of the men, looking over the railing. Suddenly, he disappeared from the sight of all, as if sucked by something.

-"A man at the sea!" cried the captain, rushing with some men to help their comrade fallen into the water. But as they approached, a vision of horror emerged from the icy cold water. A huge and thick tentacle measuring several tens of meters, dripping with drops and holding at its end the sailor screaming in full voice. All on the ship were paralyzed with terror. The water of the ocean seemed to rise and gave rise to a shape as wide as a small island, round and flattened, covered with a viscid and scarlet skin, six round yellow eyes and a jaw filled with a hundred conical teeth. A dozen other tentacles rippled around him.

- "By the gods ....." whispered the queen of Arendelle while snuggling against her husband, also in the grip of amazement and terror.

- "The Kraken!!" yelled the captain. The panic seized the crew who abandoned all their posts, ran from now on to hope to save their lives. The great cephalopod creature uttered a loud roar that tore the eardrums of all. The tentacles hit the ship with lightning speed, catching several sailors in their embrace and pulling them off the ground with violence. The smallest mast was clamped then broken in half like a toothpick and collapsed, crushing three sailors in its fall. Confusion and fear invaded the ship, the shadow of the huge creature rising before them.

- "Majesties, save yourself, now!" the captain almost gave them an order, but anxious above all to see the sovereigns of Arendelle safe. The king at first refused to abandon his friend captain, but he saw in his eyes that he had already made his decision. With a heavy heart, the king, with his wife, fled in the direction of the rowboats, while the captain, in spite of the fear, took his pistol and fired at the giant octopus. The shot was no more effective than a bite of mosquitoes to the creature, who turned his furious glance towards the old captain. How could this human dare to shoot on me? A tentacle crushed the captain with great brutality, without giving him any chance. At least he had diverting attention from the octopus, but for how long?

Two tentacles pierced the hull of the ship as if it were paper and sowed chaos in the shims, destroying some of the foundations, lifting and flipping the cannons like toys, and catching unlucky sailors. On the deck, at the sight of all those men shrieking with fear, seized by these monstrous tentacles, the queen wept, while the king was trying to free one of the rowboats. The queen's hand gripped his shoulder.

- "We can not leave, we have to help them!" she said, in tears. The king clenched his teeth, understanding his wife's helplessness feeling, and answered him.

- "We are the lords of Arendelle! We can not abandon our kingdom! And we can not abandon our daughters!"

The vision of Elsa and Anna, eagerly awaiting the return of their parents, came back in the confused spirit of the queen, who then gave reason to her husband.

-"Majesty! Help me!" The voice of the young fourteen-year-old boy rang out, and he appeared, his face tense with fear and tears in his eyes, running as fast as he could towards the couple. A tentacle grabbed him by the waist and dragged him away to the black depths of the ocean. Seeing this young man screaming to death carried away by this thing, the royal couple was horrified at the highest point.

A rumbling, more serious and more powerful suddenly rang out from the depths. The giant octopus stopped suddenly and turned his eyes towards the direction of the noise. And with amazement, the king and queen saw the big rock spines rising from the water, causing waves and powerful swirls around them. What they took for rock formations was not. These spines were lined the back of a titanic body covered with black scales, rising more and more, so high that it seemed to touch the clouds. Two thick and powerful arms along the body, armed with claws. A lizard tail of unimaginable length. And that head .... That's what terrified the king and the queen the most. A reptile head, a short muzzle and a jaw filled with sharp teeth. Two yellow eyes, almost golden, showing an anger and a force out of the ordinary. The king and queen of Arendelle could not move as the sight of this other creature paralyzed them with stupor and terror. The kraken took a few steps back, almost intimidated. The thunder intensified in the sky and the storm gained strength. The humanoid repitilian creature took a step forward, shaking the ocean, and roared.

SKKKREEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOGGGGHH!

The king and queen had to clog their ears for not become deaf. They felt the whole ship tremble under the vibrations produced by the roar. The roaring of this thing was unlike anything known, and was surely not meant to be heard by humans. It was like the voice of a god from heaven and judging those who heard it. This is the feeling that the royal couple had. The reptilian creature lowered its head slightly, its gaze towards the ship. The royal couple's eyes met that of the creature. Those eyes .... They felt crushed by this look, as if God himself was watching them. The giant reptile, however, did not show any sign of aggression towards them and quickly turned his attention to the giant octopus.

The kraken also responded with a roar, which seemed very pale compared to that of his opponent much more massive. Turning away from the human ship, the kraken attacked, his tentacles hitting the giant reptile to hug him deadly. The humanoid reptile grunted with fury, clutching his huge fists, and threw himself into the fray too. The king and the queen then witnessed the confrontation of the two creatures. Tentacles seized the arms of the giant reptile, but it closed its jaw on one of them and tore it apart. The octopus groaned in pain and sent more tentacles. The body and legs of the giant reptile are quickly covered by the slimy tentacles, the octopus certainly trying to make it fall. But the reptile was much stronger than his adversary, tearing the tentacles one by one in a torrent of flesh and blood. A tentacle wrapped around his big neck to try to strangle him, but the reptile struggled and managed to bite him deeply until he snatched it away. Despite the suffering, the kraken did not give up and bit violently the right leg of the giant lizard, which emitted a roar of pain. The lizard showed an expression of anger and with his fist struck on the top of the body of the octopus, but the latter did not let go on the leg of his enemy. Two more tentacles grabbed the reptile's arms again to stop him from hitting again, and the monster growled in fury as he tried to pull them out with his teeth.

The fight of the two giants provoked even greater waves, striking the ship with great violence. The two remaining masts did not support and fell in their turn after being hit hard by the tail of the giant reptile, who did not realize this because he was too busy fighting his opponent.

-"Move!" said the king, throwing himself on his wife to push her to the side, just before one of the masts fell on the boats and destroyed them. So the couple had no way to escape now, and swimming in the middle of this furious ocean would be a suicide.

With his arms now free, the giant reptile grabbed the body of the kraken, pulling it off his leg and lifting it up as if it weighed nothing. The kraken tried to defend himself by lashing with his remaining tentacles on the lizard's head, but this one resisted. He threw the octopus at his feet, violently. The massive body of the cephalopod lifting a great wave that destabilized the ship even more. The giant reptile didn't finished yet because with one of his feet, he crushed the body of the octopus, then pressed, again and again, with all his strength, to reduce the kraken in a pile of crushed and inert flesh. Sure of the death of his opponent, the giant lizard uttered a powerful roar of triumph, greeted by the also roaring thunder.

On the ship, the king and queen of Arendelle witnessed the victory of the giant lizard, and saw him turn away, without he even lending to them. He had tracked this giant octopus for several days and it was now done. The creature began to move away, then plunged its massive body and then disappears under the surface of the ocean. The king and queen looked around. It was a real chaos and they were apparently the only survivors of the massacre. The lifeless bodies of the sailors all over the deck felt like a knife in their hearts. Suddenly, a wave, much larger than all the others until now, appeared in front of the ship and covered it with its shadow. The couple looked directly into their eyes, their expressions indicating the same resignation.

- "I'm sorry darling .... I love you." said the king tenderly, touching his wife's cheek.

- "I .... I love you too ..." she answered, shedding her last tears. The king smiled, accepting the fate that was destined for them. The couple kissed one last time and hugged each other, as hard as they could, until the wave came down violently, engulfing the entire ship in its veil of icy water, and letting rise to the surface only a few boards and pieces of sails torn, carried very quickly by the sea currents.

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