#the less natural her skin became to me ahaha

[gyroshrike]

This is ooc because like Daryl would ever drag Connie away from a fight and not be ready to punk bitches with her

[oncefutureemrys]

OK WAIT LOOK IK I SENT YOU A SHITTON OF TITLES BUT LIKE THIS SOUNDS SO CUTE SO LIKE only if you want to.... but....

18 w merlin & arthur ? ?

again only if you want to ahaha

hehehe of course!!!! this is so exciting!

Edit: I am an idiot and I apologize for dumb.

Anyway, hello! This is a thing I finished editing instead of sleeping.

Please enjoy!

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Arthur, in all of his life, had never really understood the concept of longing.

Maybe because he had rarely ever longed for much. Well sure, when he was a kid he had longed for that certain toy that someone else had, or certain books and sweet treats. Longed for some friends he could play with at school, for some people to hang out with after class.

Sometimes he would secretly wish that he had both a mother and a father like the other kids. Maybe a more understanding father, one that hugged him as all the other kids’ parents did. That let them cry and were always there to dry his tears. To ask how he was doing, not because they were looking for anything else, but just because they had wanted to know.

But Arthur was a resilient child and with time he had learned to adapt to the way things were, learned to accept them, and know that they would never change. Besides, he was fine living his life completely without longing. He even laughed about it a couple of times when he watched cheesy romantic movies, shouting at the screen at how “dumb” these characters were and how “everyone could clearly tell they were in love!”

But then, one thing or another happened, and Arthur somehow met Merlin Ambrose. Merlin Ambrose could be explained quite clearly as one of those people. Those people you wondered how they lived because everything just seemed to come naturally to them. Not to mention, he was someone who complimented as many people just to make their day, someone who gave teachers apples, but not in a teacher’s pet way but more in an I’m-very-sweet-and-care-about-people way, and was just constantly happy, always being a source of great happiness for people.

Needless to say, Merlin was sweet and kind and caring and resilient and brave and most definitely, Arthur’s best friend. He was everything he wasn’t and in a way, he was everything he needed.

He’s not sure how they became so close. He remembers them being a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend at one point, he remembers them sharing quick waves in the hallways, he remembers those shared looks across the classroom. He’s not sure when it all clicked; when the stars aligned, when the two became the best of friends. It seemed to be almost gradual… as if they were taking their time, slowly unpacking each other bit by bit.

However the case, six years later, three years into college, Arthur felt the beginnings of this… feeling in his chest. It was like pain, but in his heart, a pain that made him lose his breathe and complete focus.

He had asked his half-sister (and one of his closest friends beside Merlin, although he would never admit that in his wildest dreams), Morgana, about what it might mean. She had just stared at Arthur long and hard before laughing so loudly, holding her stomach. “Oh dear,” she had said after finally reigning in her chuckles and wiping her tears away, “You have got it bad.”

Honestly, he figured she was off her rocker because nothing she was saying was making any sense. Because… well, when she ended up explicitly telling him – quite disappointedly, might he add – that he was in love with Merlin , well nothing seemed to add up. Because, sure, there were instances where they looked at each other too long, where they sat a bit closer to one another, and Arthur had noticed their shoulders slightly brushing. There were times when the sound of Merlin’s laughter would make his heart sing with joy, times when his throat would get dry when he saw Merlin in tight clothing, times when he felt his face get flushed and stutter wildly whenever he whispered in his ear… but, well, that happened with everyone. There was nothing… going on about any of it. Morgana was just being her usual pain and sooner or later, this would all blow over.

But alright, maybe he was slightly missing the idiot. Maybe some days he would wake up and check his phone to see if he had texted back, maybe sometimes he would be so close to just calling him and talking with him till three in the morning, maybe sometimes he wondered if he could just get in his car and drive ten hours to his college just to say hello.

But that was that! There were no romantic feelings between them whatsoever. They were strictly… friends . The idea of a romance had never even crossed his mind before Morgana had mentioned it. And while Arthur could be an idiot sometimes, he surely couldn’t be that much of an idiot. No, he was positive he would know if he was in love with his best friend.

Right?

A knock on the door startles him from his thoughts, causing him to nearly jump. He wonders who the hell could be at his door this late in the day. He wants to ignore it but something deep within himself tells him that this might be a missed opportunity if he didn’t at least check.

And usually, he would check before opening it, he would make sure it wasn’t some kidnapper or some murderer about to kill him. But seeing as he was angry and sad and missing an idiot who he very much was not in love with, thank you very much, he forgot all about checking before shoving the door open.

He’s about to open his mouth, yell at someone for waking him at this late night, get out all of this excess frustration he held within him when his eyes met familiar blue ones and his mouth hangs wide open.

He’s looking at him with an amused, dazzling smile, and Arthur feels like he might pass out from the number of butterflies that are in his fucking stomach at the moment.

Merlin asks, “Did you miss me?” with the smugness of someone who knows he has and is just asking to sound cool and Arthur’s first instinct is to kiss the living daylights out of him.

The second option on Arthur’s What To Do In Social Situations That Involve Merlin Ambrose list is to lift him off the ground and hug the fuck out of him.

Arthur, without a second thought, grabs hold of Merlin, twirling him around. Merlin shrieks before laughing loudly, holding onto him for dear life. The hug ends quickly, however, when Arthur loses balance and they both topple to the floor.

They find themselves sprawled on the ground, shaking with laughter in the middle of a hallway, their sides hurting with how hard they’re laughing.

“Why—“ he gasps – “did you –“ another intake – “do that?” Merlin asks and Arthur can’t help but laugh breathlessly, turning to look at him.

“I missed you,” he says without explanation, only realizing afterward what he has just said.

Merlin grins back at him. “I missed you too.”

He shivers imperceptibly at the way that Merlin is looking at him, slight goosebumps on his skin. At that moment, Arthur has never felt happier, never felt more alive. His heart is pounding with joy and he can’t help but grin back at him.

Merlin stands and pulls Arthur up. The contact of their hands sends a jolt of electricity through him and Arthur flushes in embarrassment.

They were maybe four feet apart but it felt like less with the way Merlin was looking at him, all pure and happy and loved . Arthur takes a sharp intake when Merlin smirks, taking a small step closer, slightly hesitating as if he’s worried he’s read the situation wrong. When Arthur doesn’t move, Merlin takes another small step. Then a bigger one. Then another and another and then—

Their feet are touching, they’re so close that he can hear Merlin’s breathing, can visibly see the way that he licks his lips, the way he slowly leans in. They’re mere inches apart at this point, Merlin stopping just centimeters from his face. Arthur’s internally freaking out at this point because he’s never been so close to kissing someone before and fuck , he was an idiot and in love with him and holy shit he was in love with Merlin Ambrose and he seemed to love him back and what the fuck does he do what is happening he —

“Can I come in?”

Arthur jumps, startling so much he nearly falls. “S-sorry?”

Merlin grins. “Can I come in… to your room? I didn’t exactly want to stay out here for the rest of the day.” He gestures towards the hallway and Arthur’s face somehow burns even more.

“I—yeah, uh, sure, yes.” Arthur opens the door, scratching his neck before awkwardly gesturing inside. Merlin simply raised his eyebrows, smiling amusedly at him before entering.

“Thank you,” he says. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his cheekbones become more prominent… Arthur has never felt this much love and panic in his entire life.

Arthur just nods, suddenly questioning how anyone else could function properly around Merlin fucking Ambrose.

Taking one last breath of fresh air, straightening his shoulders, and feigning confidence, he walks into his apartment, hoping he won’t make a fool out of himself today He wasn’t sure how exactly his life had gotten to this point, but fuck, did he feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Hope you all enjoyed that hahaha I am sorry once again to Gwyn but hopefully the story makes up for it... pretty please...sugar on top?

[perfectisme-georgette]

Summary: All about Georgette pretty much ahaha I had started this when I was trying to figure out who in the world I was going to end up with and finally finished it completely todayyy!!!!

Trigger Warnings: Rape

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Georgette Ryelyn Midler

Nickname: Close friends call her Georgie and are the only ones who are allowed to do so (she’s very particular with who can give her a nickname). Her dad calls her his Princess.

Reason for name: She was named after her paternal grandmother, who passed away when her father was very young

Birthday: October 25th, 1993

Age: Twenty-Three

Gender: Female

Place of birth: New York City, New York (Manhattan specifically)

Places lived since: Up until now that she lives in Swynlake, Georgette has only lived in NYC. She has vacationed and traveled practically every where though.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: William and Addison Midler. William is a famously known news anchor in NYC and Addison is currently a stay-at-home mother/wife. Addison was in the pageantry life and had won Miss America two years straight. It was in an interview about her win that William and Addison met and they had hit it off since then. On top of their careers, both of Georgette’s parents hail from old money.

Number of siblings: None, Georgette is the only princess

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): In the beginning, Georgette was very close, especially with her father (she was such a daddy’s little girl). Now, however, with making her stay quiet about her trauma and then practically shipping her off after their master plan of keeping quiet severely screwed their daughter up, Georgette has no relationship with either one of them.

Happiest memory: Her happiest memory was her very first pageant win because after that very first win Georgette practically took the pageant world by storm and even broke the record for the most wins to date.

Childhood trauma: Georgette’s childhood was absolutely beautiful. It was full of glamour, luxury, everything. There really wasn’t any kind of trauma in sight. That came later in life.

Children of his/her own?: None

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: N/A

Age he/she gave birth/became a father: N/A

PHYSICAL

Height: 5’ 7” (wow she’s actually pretty tall)

Weight: 120 lbs

Build: Slim

Nationality: American since she was born in the states.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Georgette is currently suffering from PTSD, but she’s not exactly aware of it since she’s never been formally diagnosed with it. She is unstable as far as her spiraling is concerned haha. She’s taking into drinking, wouldn’t say she is an alcoholic, but the drinking does help her forget about her trauma.

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Georgette has clear and clean skin, currently without acne or any blemishes. She’s very into skin care and keeping on top of her own skin.

Distinguishing facial features: Her eyes!!!!!!! Ughhh Georgette has gorgeous, and beautiful ocean blue eyes!!!!!

Hair color: Blonde

Usual hair style: Georgette’s hair is usually up, most of the time in a very pristine ponytail, but lately it’s been down and loose in waves which is her natural hair.

Eye color: Blueeeee

Glasses? Contacts?: None

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Georgette always dresses to impress. Never has anything less than designer clothing on. She has a very clean-cut, classy look to her. Comfortable for her means a pair of heels. She’s very into skirts and dresses prefers those over pants, but is definitely not oppose to jeans as you’ll see her wear them when she goes out, that or a cocktail dress.

Typical style of shoes: Heels!!! Louboutins, stilettos, pumps, you guys get the deal haha

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Physical wise, Georgette is very healthy. She’s extremely into keeping fit, and goes to the gym daily. She has a gymnastics history on her. A talent is needed for pageants and she has been doing gymnastics since very young.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Georgette never steps out of her place without looking completely immaculate from head to toe. She is hugely into make-up. In fact, she does her own make-up, rarely did she like when make-up artist had to do it for her during photoshoots and/or commercials. There is never a hair out of place or a nail undone. Her clothes are pristine and Georgette showers a lot!!!! Ever since the trauma she can’t find herself clean enough.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: The standard two piercings on her ears. Her parents disapproved of anything else. Now, she does have a long dream catcher tattoo that covers her entire right torso. It’s covering a scar she had gotten during the night of the rape. She got it done much to her parents disapproval when she began her spiral. She actually really likes it and ended up getting another tattoo, a star, on her left foot that could sometimes be seen depending on the heel she’s wearing.

Accent?: A New York accent if that counts for anything? But she’s really good at turning it off.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Georgette is very expressive with her hands and talks with them a lot especially when angry. She’s very horrible with having patience (we are working on that haha) and you can tell when she’s reaching her limits because she starts tapping her fingers on the nearest counter. If she’s very nervous, aside from the normal body tensing, Georgette tends to incessantly turn whatever bracelet she has on on her wrist.

Athletic?: Actually, yeah she kind of is haha. Georgette makes an effort to hit the gym daily because she does believe in keeping her body fit. She also has a long gymnastics history behind her. After the trauma, she took up kick-boxing and self-defense classes.

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Georgette graduated from Columbia University in New York. She has a bachelor’s degree in Business and Chemistry. Business was more so for her parents who pushed towards making sure she had something such as that under her belt. Chemistry was her own personal choice. Georgette is very into make-up so she became interested in the properties involved with it. She needs to make sure whatever she puts on her skin is healthy and would not cause her damage!!!!!

Level of self esteem: To the public eye, Georgette appears to have an extremely high self esteem. She always has her head up and exudes confidence. She can have a cutting bite to her words when necessary and could appear very full of herself. Inside, however, Georgette feels like extremely used goods, and basically hates herself.

Gifts/talents: Georgette can singggg. Shocker hidden talent there haha. She took singing lessons around the same time she started her gymnastics because she didn’t want to have just one talent to present while doing her pageants. She can actually sing pretty damn good!!!

Shortcomings: Homegirl doesn’t exactly have the best of patience. She can also have quite the temper and be very feisty. She has no problem barking back when the temper hits and Georgette can be pretty spoiled. (It’s some thing that is also being worked on haha)

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Georgette is articulate with her manner of speech, at the same time though when that temper gets spiked the woman can get loud. Rarely does she curse, but again get her angry at just the right angle and she’ll give two flying shits about cursing not being lady-like.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Ummm, she’s probably a bit more of a left brain person, but not all the way, so maybe sort of a mix.

Artistic?: Aside from her musical talents in singing, nope not at all. She can appreciate all forms of art, but she can’t draw for shit or do anything along those realms.  

Mathematical?: Now math she is very good at, probably ten times better then me!!!! Which means I’m screwed, but like she majored in Chemistry so that sharpened her math skills tremendously.

Languages? Georgette can fluently speak French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian. She knows Latin as well, but you know that’s a dead language soooo. Her parents thought it was very important for her daughter to have a variety of languages under her belt.

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions. I really wanted to say logic because she has been raised to do so, so like it’s second nature to her, but Georgette can be very impulsive and will react to emotions in a heartbeat.

Neuroses: None

Life philosophy: If you want something done perfectly, you have to do it yourself.

Religious stance: She doesn’t have a particular stand

Cautious or daring?: Daring. Maybe in the beginning she might have been a little more cautious because she had the media constantly behind her tail, but not really anymore.

Optimist or pessimist?: Probably a bit of both. She’s more so of a realist than anything, at least now she is.

Extrovert or introvert?: Extrovert!!!!

Level of comfort with technology: Very comfortable!!! Georgette basically grew up around technology.  

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Past relationships: Georgette has been in a couple of relationships here and there. None lasted super long. She definitely had her flingsss. Her last relationship was her longest and she thought that her ex would be like the #one and yeahhhh umm things went bad haha.

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Georgette is like a social butterfly. She does love talking to people, especially those that giver her attention hahaha. She’s not so much like that now. She’ll talk to people, yeah, but she keeps a little distant too because of the trauma that she has been through. Plus, she use to be heavy in the media and now that she ran off she’s not trying to have that many people know her.

Most comfortable around (person): Right now she doesn’t know a whole of a lot of people in Swynlake, so she’s probably the most comfortable around Perdita since they were close childhood friends.

Oldest friend: Tiffany is her oldest friend and her best-friend who funnily enough she isn’t speaking too right now haha. Aside from her, her oldest friend would have to be Perdita.

SECRETS

Life goals: Ummmmmmm right now she’s in the process of trying to figure out what exactly that issssss since her life has been turned COMPLETELY upside down. Before though, she wanted to be successful in her pageantry career and then settle down with like the perfect husband and all that jazz. Now she barely believes that there is such a thing as a healthy and sweet, genuine relationship and she finds love to be all bullshit.

Dreams: Georgette’s biggest dream was to become Miss America and even beat her own mother’s run, but it doesn’t seem like that dream will be happening what with everything that has occurred.

Greatest fears: That would currently be that what had happened to her could end up happening again.

Most ashamed of: Georgette’s the most ashamed of the fact that she had listened to her parents when she had returned home after the rape had occurred. She’s ashamed of the fact that she never reported it, never went to the police and essentially allowed a criminal a free card to what had happened to her.

Compulsions: Every time Georgette drinks wine or even champagne, she needs to gently twirl her glass cup three times, or she won’t drink it.

Obsessions: Chocolate, she loves chocolate. Any kind makes her very happy. Georgette is a chocolate addict okay, just like shower her in chocolate!!!!

Secret hobbies: Georgette actually loves scrapbooking!!!!! And she looovvessss dancing.

Secret skills: Georgette is extremely flexible. It stemmed from her gymnastic background, but she’s also double jointed on her arms and legs since she was young. It was the reason her mother had placed her in gymnastics, since Addison realized the potential that could bring for her daughter.

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): Let’s seeeeee, well she was never charged for anything. Mommy and daddy Midler were good at paying off who ever needed to get paid to keep things under wraps. She really only started going cray cray after what happened to her. She has driven while drunk, gone skinny dipping, has tried prescription drugs, and ummm anything really stupid that a person would do while being very drunk Georgette has most likely done. Yeeaappp.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: That the night of the rape had never occurred!!!! It ruined her life and Georgette wishes for nothing more then it to be erased from existence.

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance:Nothing actually, Georgette loves her physical appearance. She finds herself to be divinely beautiful. Errr well we’re having issues with that right now because presently she hates herself and can hardly even look at herself in the mirror because of it, BUTTTTTT before hand pffttt Georgette was like in love with herself hahaha.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Night owl or early bird?: Night Owl

Light or heavy sleeper?: Heavy

Favorite food: Italian food, anything Italian she loves. She kind of has a guilty pleasure for pizza. I mean NYC does make the best pizza aroundddd, but you know for a rich girl who’s suppose to be eating healthy and whatnot, Georgette would stuff down a pizza asap. Screw eating ettiquteeee.

Least favorite food: Sea food. She does like shrimp though, but other then that Georgette isn’t a fan of any sea type food.

Favorite book: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Least favorite book: The Great Expectations by Charles Dickinson.

Favorite movie: Mean Girls hahahaha I am so mad too that that is her favorite movie

Least favorite movie: She’s not that much of a fan for comedy movies. They hardly ever make her laugh, and half of the time she finds them more pointless then anything.

Favorite song: I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston. Georgette is such 80′s trash when it comes to music.

Least favorite song: Anything that’s basically Heavy Metal. She just has never been able to get into that she feels like it’s all basically screaming.

Coffee or tea?: Coffee annnddd of course Georgette always has some complicated ass order when she asks for a coffee.

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth

Lefty or righty?: Righty

Favorite color: Pink!!!!!!!!!! That shouldn’t even be a question for Georgette hahaha

Cusser?: Georgette was brought up to be an absolute lady hahahaha sighhhhh, buttttt get her angry enough and she’ll forget all of that and will start cursing.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Never smoked, but she does drink. Drinking has sadly become like a medicine of sorts for Georgette. She isn’t a drug user, but she can’t say she hasn’t tried some prescriptions during parties she has hopped into. Wow Georgette you are a mess…..  

Biggest regret: Georgette’s biggest regret is the same as her biggest shame. She wishes that she would’ve reported her rape, spoken up, ANYTHING. She feels like it’s too late to do anything about it now and it’s a guilt that eats at her a lot!!!

Pets?: She has a POODLE!!!!!! hahahaha I couldn’t resist I’m so sorry!!!!! Her name is Peaches, you know like Georgia peach hahahahahaha sighh I think I’m funny xDD

[thedragonkingsbride]

Eren an inspiring youth to become a doctor takes many odd jobs to pay the bills....at the age of five he was sent to Tokyo to learn to be a Geisha. It wasn’t so bad and he learned how to read and write. He can entertain and play an instrument or dance. Living the life is a lot of hard work and breaking a lot of rules for example slapping a customer hand so hard it turned red for grabbing his ass.  He’s always been hot headed but, the feline in him didn’t approve of skin privilege that he didn’t willingly give. He’s no prostitute and his parents made that very clear when he moved for his training.

They were poor and Eren volunteered to provide for his family when he got older, at the age of thirteen he became a professional geisha and returned home with all sorts of tricks under his sleeves. He meet a doctor he often invited back into his room for the sole person of learning how to become a doctor. Sure, Grisha his dad is a doctor too but, they were ocean apart so he substituted with the next best thing. He study hard in everything he do especially in medicine and he even got to practiced with Najirie on his days off from being a Geiko and the present Geshia. All was good until a mail came through and he was being summoned to come back home. Eren at that time always knew he’d have to go back home some day but, that didn’t stop the people he grew up with as family didn’t try to make him stay. He had been happy where he was and they genuinely cared about him so he had promised to write to them once he was settled in. Having the shop closed down for that day to send him off the master of the establishment kept kissing him on the cheek and crying for him to not go the party was loud and chaotic and it was perfect.

Traveling home by trains and finally on an airplane he was home with all his stuff. Eren wore flashy clothes but, it was second hand clothing and fabrics store he used to make his own gear. Money makes the world go round and that place paid well. Which was why he send all his earning back home but, a ten percent to himself to go bargain shopping with.

Walking to the slums he can tell right off the bat that nothing had changed when he left... In fact it looked worse but, it could just be his imagination due to the dark clouds that smell of approaching rain. However the closer he walked the more he could see that despite being in the slums it was clear of any trash. When he checked at the building he can see their wasn’t any cracks that he can see with his own eyes. Maybe their was a slight change to things while he was away. 

Maybe the money he sent home actually done some good he was pretty popular back in Tokyo so money like what he earned could physically change his home town.  Looking down from his observation he took a left and walked straight for three more blocks before taking a right. His last name was a name plate that states it was his home. By the time he walked inside his home he ran back out his luggage staying at the door way.

“What the fuc-?!” Eren covered his mouth and nose and tried to breathe.... He saw hell.... That was all there was to it he walked in to the devil gate of hell and he wanted to run his ass back to Tokyo.

“W-waaaaah hic hic waaaaahh!” Eren narrow his eyes at the baby wailing if it haven’t been for the loud entrance of coming home he’d probably doubt he’d ever heard a baby before high tailing it back to Tokyo.

Eren kept his face covered when he rush back inside to the devil’s house....his mother would have never left this house this filthy....no way in hell especially with a baby inside. When he was getting closer to the baby’s wailing he could hear some shushing from behind the closed door that he lifted his legs and turned delivering a high kick breaking the door with ease.

The baby cried louder but, his shout was harder and louder than the sniveling mess of a baby.

“What the hell is going on?!?” Eren shifted his weight and brought one arm to his waist hand clenched while the other one was higher bald into a tighter fist he was preparing to fight for his life and the baby.

“Eren...” The soft tone deeply gravel had Eren hesitating to throw the first punch his hearing is beyond perfect which made his ears bleed due to the baby wailing.

“Dad? What the hell?” Using his fire he lit up the place by placing his fire inside the special lantern on the ceiling he did it for every one in their humble home. He had perfect night vision but, shedding light on it didn’t make it any less disgusting. Eren moved and took the baby from his dad arms “What’s the babies name? And we are cleaning this place up so get ready. I’mma get her changed and fed. So you can start by getting the trash separated from the goods and put out.”  His dad told her the baby name was Erena and she was his baby sister. Eren got his answer he can ask where his mom is later but, for now he need his home cleaned. So Eren barked orders like there was no one business even the bath was dirty so he cleaned a bath bin and find anything that was clean to wash her and get some what dressed in a diaper he sung to Erena while he washed the baby bottle filled it with magical made breast milk that came from him and put the rubber top in her mouth. She suckled with such hunger he kept his body on the maternal side. It was weird to make milk out of himself but, until his mom comes back he’ll get use to milking himself out for his new baby sister.

Taking off his red half sleeve coat he removed the hand gloves and skirt from around his waist and put it in his luggage. When he zipped it up he looked down by his feet to see the bearded Baron wiggling it’s antenna... To say there wasn’t a war zone in his house was an under statement because he prepared himself for war and attacked it without a second thought. To say that he wasn’t maniac for telling those bugs to run despite being a very beautiful boy. Those who were curious to see what the commotion was about had a rude awakening when a broom came flying out of the Jaeger household into a male’s face.

After that they gave the front door a wide birth when Eren pointed at his father to tell him not to horde shit. “I swear if you honestly think you’re keeping that as a pet you got another thing coming!” A case carrying a spider was shot out of the house so quick the neighbor thought it was a bullet before it crashed against the stone wall of another house. The spider fearing for its life ran and never looked back. Three days of intense cleaning Eren finally relaxed that not another one of bearded bandit didn’t have cousins behind the walls of his home.

On that third day of the intense cleaning was finally over Jean came inside with a broom in his hand that looked suspiciously like the one he threw at a cockroach days ago.

“Ahaha so the rumors true you are back, Eren.” The two toned male set aside the broom on the nearest wall surface. Eren narrowed his bright teal gaze at the loan shark...

“The fuck do you want?” Eren replied as one of his hand was high on his waist precious Erena was occupying his other arm pulling at his long strands of hair. Jean looked him up and down and Eren couldn’t help but, level a menacing growl at the heat that flared in the boy eyes.

Jean lifted his hand up in mock surrender, “Oh please get over yourself you’re not that attractive especially with your bad temper. Let me guess they sent you home packing because you clawed a customer to death with your attitude.”

Eren turned his back towards him “For your information I’m a high class professional Geshia and I have a lot of clients who come to see me.” He replied arrogantly. 

Eren laid Erena in her crib and caress her cheek her bright eyes were almost identical to Eren’s and that made him smile since both his parents were golden eyed. Only his baby sister had his dark chocolate hair bright teal eyes and skin that was a mocha caramel color. One would have mistaken them as adopted or something because he didn’t look like his parents... No, they looked like Soscha their great-grandmother... Except her eyes were gold and not teal but, everything else were identical.

“Whoa a high class Geshia in a place like this your fan must want to cry.” Jean mockingly teased, had Erena been sleeping he’d of high kicked his ass back on the street but, since he was doing his hardest to not cuss or fight in front of her it was a losing battle when he turned back to Jean. “Get out before I make you.” Eren replied his tone was soft almost too soft like silk that didn’t have a tale tell sign of a inner growl that would shred Jean to pieces if he doesn’t make like a plant and be blown off somewhere.

A few rounds of barbs and sarcasm Jean finally left after his manhood was endanger of being wiped off from the place of the earth while he slept. A week or two later of coming home he had hit the ground running find odd part time jobs to collect money. On his day off he had been picking out medical herbs to use at the shop when he found a dragon laying in the mud. The rain was drizzling but, it was only going to down pour from there in a little while. Turning he was going to leave it when he heard a painful whimper.. Eren shoulder slumped down pretty hard when he stalk back. Checking the fellow out he can tell he was male and his wounds weren’t too bad but, left untreated would pose a serious problem later. Cursing his nature to hell he did his best to get him on his back...

“The fuck do you eat?” He grunted as he pulled the baby dragon hard on to his back he manage to lock his arms under his short legs. “Fucking cow....” He grumbled as he lead him back to his private cave. He didn’t dare bring him home in case his father was there or Jean unwanted ass was making himself at home while he’s doing errands.

Grisha wouldn’t dare leave the baby by herself so he took comfort in that while he climbed his way up to higher ground. He was careful on his way up to his cave. No matter what he doesn’t want to be in a land slide but, push come to shove his dad at least know where this spot is just in case he was worried and came looking.

“Jesus....you need to be on a diet, Cow....boys like you shouldn’t be this fucking heavy.” He grumbled. He laid him down on dryer ground he added a little more soft leaves and hay of his nest before transferring the unconscious boy from point A to point B. The first thing he did was check him all over.

“Sorry this’ll hurt I’m not taking a chance with you of getting a fever.... God knows how long you been out there...” Eren cleaned him down and covered him with leaves before placing more hay on top of him to get him warm. He worked diligently with the herbs to turned it into salves for the wounds. Satisfied with his work he moved the hay off him than the leaves he worked on each wounds. No wounds were too small for him. He wrapped him up with clean ace bandage. “You’re in luck. I never leave my med bag. Just in case I’ll make some fever medicine you’re cold to the bones. Well at least you’re shivering so that’s a good sign.” Covering the boy up again he worked on getting a fever reducer power medicine ready for the just in case scenario. “...You’ll probably be hungry when you wake up but, all I have is-” He took out the bread and soup.... “This might work, I gotta say you have the devil’s luck.”

Starting a small controlled fire pit he set the soup close by it. The bread can warm up after he wakes. Stripping out of his clothes he hung up his stuff near the fire.

Eren turned around to look at the dragon who looked like he was suffering and knowing he wasn’t going to leave him once the rain stopped he made himself at home. He got in the make shift nest bed and pulled the dragon as close as he could. Eren closed his eyes and send a short PsyNet message back to his father that he was safe and taking shelter from the rain by their blood bond. With that done he lure himself into a hazy sleep so he could monitor the one being skin close to him and the fire. Everything else no one would stumble into a place like this but, if the off chance someone does come in and it was not friendly he’ll let his feline side have a field day on the intruder.

For the past few days he had taken care of the dragon that didn’t say anything to him. When he left to do work he always came back to him before the sun set and fed him. Eren had a fleeting thought that they were connected somehow so he started thinking of him as my dragon. On the last day the dragon wounds were healed enough for him to leave so when Eren peeked from half closed lid to see the dragon he had been taking care of getting up and quietly. Eren closed his eyes and didn’t stop the dragon he smiled a little when the stranger at least ate before he go. Curling into himself he put himself under into a full resting sleep. When he woke up he cleaned up after himself  and that was when he saw the necklace. Smiling a little he got dressed with care and returned home with fresh picks herbs he had used yesterday and the necklace that was left behind for him. On That day it was clear so at least he didn’t have to hunt down some dragon because it was gloomy.

Six years passed by and Eren rarely every thought about the dragon. No he had been too busy to worry about that kid because his dad...Grisha had crossed the line of gambling his saving’s away and partying like their family wasn’t in crisis. Sure, his dad told him the reason why his mom was gone but, that didn’t excuse him to being like this. She wasn’t dead she was just missing because if she were dead his dad wouldn’t be trying to run from him when the broom he had in his hand was snapped in a broken two. He hit his dad on the head with that said broom for the most excusable thing he had done. Eren never liked being in debt in fact he hated it so bad it made his skin crawled if it had just been did dad he’d of let him swam but, his cute baby sister that likes to call him ‘Big Bro Bro’ and was such a good girl. He wouldn’t let her suffer if he had anything to say about it. 

That same girl came home the clothes he made for her were on the dirty side with a small tear at the hem. Eren arched an eyebrow at her clothes but, her face told all. Turning his father around he gave a solid kick to his ass back to his room. “I’ll yell at you later so stay your ass in your room and if you so much as sneak out of the house I’ll bury your ass when you come back.”

Eren kicked Grisha on his flat ass again before turning back to Erena and cupping her face, “What happen, Baby?” His little sister is a good girl that he spoils her every change he gets. She’s also strong willed-ed that she wants to be independent. “Were you bullied again? How about you change and I’ll fix your clothes as good as new. I’ll be right back after I buy something I missed for dinner and you can tell me all about it.” 

Eren already knew what happen so when he left he ran to the trouble makers beat their asses after sending their asses home and yell at their parents. He threaten them that if they so much as look at his kid sister wrong he would gut them like fishes and suck the marrows out of their body before roasting them so badly their would only be an outline of their body from his flames. He did scratch something to proved his point in each of the kids home as a living reminder of what he’ll do to them the next time they touch his baby sister.

Leaving he grabbed what he needed and high tail it home he prepared dinner and talked to his kid sis who was learning to cook other dishes with his help. Eren promised her that one one won’t ever bully her again and that night her clothes were back to being brand new again. He tried to teach her everything he know but, there was just somethings he couldn’t teach. She was already learning so much and he didn’t want to overload her senses by pilling more things on top of that.

The next day he went to a place to look for my work he could try his hand on when he looked at the now hiring at the castle Eren rolled his eyes. As if he caught dead working at those stick in the mud royals or those high social status pigheaded douchebag. Eren took everything but, that despite it being high pay it could help his family. Eren stared at it if he could burn a hole into the flyer he would have but, thought against it. Before he walked out the door someone slapped the flyer onto the stack in his hand. Looking back a girl...Sasha grinned big at him, “You should try it at least everyone here knows how much of a money goblin you are. Plus you’re hot!”

Eren rolled his eyes, “Whatever Sasha Fierce... I won’t apply for it. Royalties rub my fur the wrong way.” Sasha giggled at her pet name but, told him to keep it since she had another copy of it. She also told him to apply who knows they might not even accept him but, at least he had tried. Eren rolled his eyes, “Fine let earth freeze over it won’t be my fault.” He replied as he walked out the whole way home he was burning invisible holes into the flyer. By the time he made it back home he dumped the paper on the dinning room table he took a bath first before he took the time to apply to all the job offer for the day.

When he came back out dressed he grabbed a pen from the pen holder and got to work on the job search. Eren threw the castle flyer into the trash he rather suffer from fur ball than to deal with people like them. By the time Erena came home he was finished filling things out everything and sending them out. He didn’t double check his work but, his signature was on all of them with a picture of him from the time he worked as a Geisha. Taking a photo over here wouldn’t of just been wasted dollars he didn’t have the luxury to give. After he sent all of that out he was half way done with making dinner. Kissing Erena on the forehead he asked where the dead beat dad had gone.

“I dunno, he say’ he won’t come back with you home cause you ish scareh.”

Eren sigh but, hearing his cute little baby sister talk with two of her baby tooth out did brighten his day. “More food for us than. Mind setting the dishes out and wash your hand and face food be ready in a few second.”

“Yesssh~” She replied cheerfully, it was actually peaceful with just the two of them but, he did worried where did his trouble maker of a father went to... He’ll leave his dinner on the table. He can at least count on him to come back to finish his food before he wakes up the next morning. He read Rena a story that night and watched her go to sleep.

‘If it was for her....I could work at the castle....but, a pay like that always have some sort of catch though.....’

Turning in that night he’ll send a job application tomorrow and see if he even has a chance. Although he doubts he even get a job like that despite his background as a Geisha. Imagine Eren surprises when he wake up a little past ten when some carrier came knocking on his door telling him he was accepted as a canidate and need to go to the castle bright and early in the morning tomorrow. Eren looked beside the man head and back to his eyes he didn’t even send an application he only thought about it and now he’s being summon to the castle. Eren waited until he left before he shut the door behind him.... He didn’t know what type of person wanted to harass him like this but, he was going to rub their faces in it. Going back to bed he got up at five am in the morning and made breakfast before taking a scalding bath. By the time he got out he was getting dressed up in clothes he truly did miss wearing other than odd jobs at some bars.

Eren did his hair than apply make up on his face which was his eyes with his mocha collar skin he was erotic to look at even as he apply a little gloss to his lips. Once he was done with his face he started to sing something he haven’t thought of for a long while.  "We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course. Nothing can stop us from overflowing watch out yeah watch out as we push ourselves of our cut of path woo wooohuu~” Getting up he slip into his half coat being careful of the teal ribbon that ties under the hidden half top. His black pants were fit to shape his body but, loose enough not to ride on him. With his black slippers on he worked on the arm band and gloves since working as a geisha he took extra care of himself. He would never embarrass his family but, he feels more comfortable with the clothes he made so he’ll have his stuff be brought to him. That way he can ignore any gift they tried to give him with that in mind he slipped the out of place necklace around his neck.... This was the first time he wore something like this so it was heavy on his collarbone.. The stone looked like it was glowing still humming after he stop singing the words he tucked one fan in a hidden holster while the other remain in his hand. Flip it open and closed it he felt at home with himself standing up he walked back into the living room his sister grinning at him. “You look so pretteh, like you ish getting married.”

Eren rolled his eyes and tap her cute nose, “This is work but, don’t worry once you fall in love and get married you’ll be even more beautiful than my work mode.” He said happily. “Is dad here I ain’t leaving you alone.” 

Erena bop her head, “Yeah he ish, he’s just hiddin from you.” Satisfied he kissed her forehead, “If things don’t work out I’ll come home and make dinner. If my some horrible bad luck of devil balls they keep me. Keep your fingers cross that the palace won’t be a palace by the time I’m through with it.”

Leaving he kissed them bye just in time for the carriage to pick him up he got in and sat down. A few minutes later he was on the road and his mind wander when he lean to the side. The sun was just now peeking over the horizon pink orange red purple...it was beautiful as he closed his eyes to prepare himself.

This was work and he won’t embarrass his teacher he’ll be the perfect woman by the time the carriage was slowing to halt he sat upright and slipped into character easily. By the time he got out he took the hand that was offered and walked out he had his fan flare out to cover his lower half of his face. He walked to the entrance with a purpose his back straight he kept his eyes in front of him. He offered a friendly smile when they caught sight of him and when he paused at the gate he offer them a kind smile too. He can see them swallow the heat in their gaze was unmistakable. When they open the way for him he walked forward and met someone they exchanged name or title with their name. As he was being lead to a room he moved toward the chair but, remain standing in front of it. He glanced around but, otherwise he remained neutral until someone walked in the door. Eren glanced in their direction before shifting his gaze forward to males they both carry themselves as they stand in front of him. They both looked serious. Eren bow fluently although he wanted to gag in his inner mind.