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bihansthot · 11 months

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What are your favorite kinks for Subzero and for Reptile?

Whew boy nonny this was a journey! Please note both of these boys have more than just the kinks listed below, these are just some of their stand outs! As always likes, comments, reblogs highly encourages and appreciated! This is explicit just FYI and involves an AFAB reader, I wrote lots of little drabbles for each kink. One of these days I will get my ass together and make my posts pretty but today is not that day. :<

Kinks Bi-Han:

Choking: Bi-Han is very much into controlling his partner’s every action, which includes their ability to breathe when they’re being intimate.

You gurgle and choke as the cryomancer’s fingers close around your next, his thick cock pounding into your tight hole. You trusted him implicitly, you’d never let him do this if you didn’t and he would never do it if you didn’t agree to it, it was more about trust than anything else. You can feel your toes curling as you struggle to breathe getting closer and closer to completion, your body shakes with exertion as the cryomancer continues to plow into you. You get to the point where each breath is a struggle and as you fight to fill your lungs, the pressure on your artery becomes more than you can handle as your breath dies in your throat and the cryomancer forces you to your peak, stars burst before your eyes and your body feels electrified.

Breeding: this one is kind of a no-brainer for Bi-Han, he’s the Grandmaster, he needs an heir to continue his bloodline so wanting to put a baby in you is high on his list of things that get him off.

The cryomancer held you down as he continued to pump his cock in and out of your tight wetness, the obscene squelching echoing in his vast stone chambers. “Mm qīn you’re going to look so good swollen with my heir, I can just imagine it, your cute little belly all round and full, your breasts heaving with milk for our son, it’ll will be perfect.” Bi-Han groans as he keeps fucking you. “You’re going to be good for me a drink up every drop I give you aren’t you, that’s it that’s my good little qīn, your pretty little womb is just begging me to fill it up with my cum,” he cajoles sweetly, brushing your hair back from your face.

You thrash wildly in his cold grasp as his words shoot straight to your core and you find yourself desperate to please the cryomancer any way you can, “oh please Bi-Han, please let me have your baby,” you whimper incoherently.

“You better not waste a single drop,” he whispers, biting his lower lip and you can tell he’s as close as you are to cumming. He pounds into you over and over again, causing you to throw your head back and cry out his name with every thrust.

You find yourself falling over the edge quickly and what finally sends you over is the feeling of Bi-Han’s icy cum splashing against your plush walls. You practically squeal as your orgasm washes over you and you grab at the cryomancer’s well-muscled back trying to ground yourself as your body thrashes and spasms with pleasure. You sigh happily in your hazy, lust-drunk pleasure as Bi-Han’s icy load finishes emptying into your waiting womb.

Temperature Play: this one is kind of a given for Bi-Han considering he’s a cryomancer and can’t exactly turn his cold off, he can make himself colder, but he can’t make himself warm. He likes pushing you to your limits though and seeing how much of him you can handle.

Bi-Han’s icy fingers push in and out of your tight pussy, making you moan low in the back of your throat, it’s cold, so cold but it feels exhilarating at the same time. Your body shivers and shakes under the cryomancer’s actions as he pushes his fingers in deeply teasing the bundle of nerves in your pussy. He makes a come hither motion as his icy fingers dance over the spongey nub as he applies steady pressure causing you to cry out.

“That feel good qīn? It’s not too cold?” Bi-Han asks, his cold lips ghosting over your neck as he speaks.

“S’cold,” you slur as you start to feel drunk from pleasure as the cryomancer’s fingers slide in and out of your sticky hole. “I-I can manage it though, it feels kind of good like this,” you stutter as another shiver rolls through your body.

“You look so cute when you try not to shiver qīn,” Bi-Han groans as he pushes a third icy finger into your hot, tight pussy earning another cry from you. He lowers his mouth to your sticky, sweet mouth as his icy-cold tongue laps at your clit.

“Ahh Bi-Han,” you whine and rock your hips against his handsome face as his fingers quest deeper inside you. It doesn’t take you long to come undone, soaking Bi-Han’s cold tongue with your juices, he groans as your want coats his face encouraging him to lick you harder as if he was desperate not to let a drop spill. You call his name in a breathy little whine as he reluctantly pulls his icy fingers out of your abused hole, he brings them to his mouth as he presses the sticky digit in his mouth licking each digit clean, the ice still glittering on his long fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet qīn I could do this all day,” Bi-Han groans licking the last of the moisture off his fingers, he stays between your legs though as if he’d make good on his promise.

“L-let me warm up just a little bit first,” you chuckle a bit, your teeth chattering slightly as you reach your hand down to thread through his silky shoulder-length hair.

Oral (receiving): Bi-Han is very fond of blow jobs, that’s not to say he won’t go down on his partner in return, but the quickest way to get him out of a bad mood is a blow job.

You drop your lips around his tantalizing cock, standing hard and proud against Bi-Han’s perfectly chiseled abs, tip leaking with silky pearlescent fluid. You suck softly applying gentle pressure before pulling away slowly to lave at the slit gathering up the cold, salty fluid. You run your tongue along the vein that ran the length of Bi-Han’s impressive length before finally pulling it in your mouth again. You can’t help but let out a low moan as you hear Bi-Han suck in his breath as your warm mouth engulfs his cold length, he bucks his hips up slightly seeking more of your warmth. You deny him for now though, your lips hovering around the tip of his cold cock, licking and sucking at the velvety head as your spit-soaked hand teases the shaft.

“Qīn, stop teasing me or you’re going to be in big trouble later,” Bi-Han orders knowing he’s really in no position to be giving orders in his current state.

You just press a finger to his lips to silence his demands as you return to his weeping cock, pulling as much of the length into your mouth as you're capable of in one go. This action earns a rare, choked-off moan from the cryomancer as you force his cock down your throat. You suck and bob your head up and down along his length moaning as you go, the vibrations from your enthusiastic moaning pulling soft hisses and grunts from the cryomancer. You force his huge cock all the way down your throat until his dark hair tickles your nose, the stretch and burn impossible to ignore, but well worth it to look up and see Bi-Han’s beautiful brown eyes squeezed close, his mouth slightly agape and his cheeks flushed pink. His hands move to grip your head, but he’s careful not to force your head lower, letting you control your pace in a rare display of equality in the bedroom.

“I’m close,” he whispers, as his hips buck up to meet your luscious mouth, careful not to hurt you with his massive cock.

You moan as more pre-cum oozes in your mouth, you didn’t need him to tell you he was close, you could read his body, but you appreciate the heads up. You pull back slightly to suck fervently on the tip as your hand glides along his slippery shaft, you whimper and moan as you try and ignore your intense desire. With a delicious, deep moan Bi-Han cums in your mouth, the cold liquid splashing against your tongue as you lick and suck at his velveteen cockhead. You hum happily as you try your best to swallow all of the cryomancer’s load, you pull off his cock with a satisfying smack as a string of the white fluid connects you to his cock, languidly you lick your lips severing the string and earning another satisfied groan from the cryomancer. He lies there stroking your hair while he recovers from his orgasm waiting to return the favor.

Reptile/Syzoth:

Cock-warming/Soaking: being cold-blooded means Syzoth loves your body heat, and he’s obsessed with holding his cock inside your warmth as much as he can, hard or soft it doesn’t matter, he loves holding you close and being inside you.

“This is perfect sunshine,” the Saurian chirps happily as he slides his cock back inside you after the two of you had made love earlier.

You moan softly at the slight intrusion, but couldn’t complain about the pleasant full sensation the Zaterran was providing for you, even if you were spent already. “Is this something Zaterran’s don’t do?” You ask, letting him hold you close.

“Mm, not really, sex is usually for procreation purposes, most Zaterran’s don’t have sex outside of mating season, and it’s usually over once the male has achieved their orgasm,” Syzoth explains.

“Do you find it weird having sex with me when you aren’t in a rut? Would you prefer not to?” You’re worried at what his answer may be but at the same time, you’d never want to force Syzoth to do anything he didn’t want to do.

“What? No! Of course not! I love sex with you, I love being close to you, I love feeling my cock inside your perfect wet warmth,” Syzoth reassures pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not exactly human, but I’m not exactly just a Zaterran either, I’m somewhere in between and I enjoy human customs, like post coitus cuddling, especially when you let me stay inside you,” he chirps happily, resting his head on top of yours.

“I just want to make sure I’m not asking you to do anything out of your comfort zone,” you smile against his chest, snuggling against his warm body.

He wraps his arms around you, cock twitching happily in the confines of your warmth, “I’d let you know sunshine, but I don’t think you ever would.”

Cock Worship: Syzoth is very into cock worship, or body worship in general, he can be very insecure at times so having a partner very in tune with his body is key

Syzoth whines as your tongue laves the underside of his thick cock, licking lazy stripes against it like it was a lollipop. “Mmm Sy I love your cock so much, it’s so velvety and hard,” you drop a kiss on his head whilst licking up some pre-cum, “so tasty and delicious.” You take a small break from his pretty cock to press kisses to his inner thighs, “every inch of you is so pretty, I’m so lucky to have you,” you praise softly, leaving kisses in your wake.

“You sure sunshine, everything is really to your liking?” He asks softly, emerald green eyes lidded with pleasure as you kiss and lick his well-defined abs.

“Oh yes, everything is perfect Sy,” you pull yourself away from his toned stomach to return your attention back to his leaking cock, closing your plush lips around it and sucking in earnest, earning a delicious moan from the Zaterran. Your hands dance along his muscular thighs as you suck his cock, focusing your attention on the sensitive tip, more pre-cum oozes into your mouth as you stroke his thighs lovingly.

Little chirps and whimpers fall from the Zaterran’s parted lips as he slowly bucks his hips up in search of more of your delicious warmth. “Oh fuck sunshine, you’re going to make me cum.” He warns as his fingers thread through your hair and pulls you down slightly.

You moan in response, the vibrations coursing through his sensitive cock was all that was required to push him over the edge, with a breathy hiss of a cry Syzoth cums, thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat causing you to moan in satisfaction. Zaterran cum was definitely different than human cum, it was thicker, almost syrupy and sweet, not unpleasant like humans could be, it was a taste you couldn’t get enough of. When he finishes you pull away with a satisfied smirk and lick your lips in appreciation, “let me show you how much I appreciate you pretty cock,” you whisper before covering it in kisses.

The Zaterran hisses at the overstimulation but lets you do as you please, happy you truly enjoy him as much as he enjoys you.

Primal Play (Predator): Syzoth is big on this, being a reptiloid it's in his nature to be a predator and while he’s a reasonably soft top he can occasionally be more dominant when the situation calls for it.

Syzoth has been hunting you around your apartment for the better part of 10 minutes, of course, he knows exactly where you are, he can smell your excited pussy from a mile away, but the hunt and anticipation was something you both enjoyed, so he drug it out for a little while longer. Syzoth is a natural-born predator, a hunter, it’s not something that’s been bred out of him for generations like a domesticated dog either, it’s something natural and innate to him, so the longer he gets to chase you the more turned on he got.

You sneak along the upper hallway trying to remain as quiet as possible as you make it to your bedroom, you knew Syzoth would find you quickly, he always did, but you were more than happy to engage in this little game of cat and mouse with him.

“Sunshine, I can smell your delicious, dripping pussy from here,” he calls from downstairs as his heavy footfalls make their way up the stairs and toward the bedroom.

You flush at his words, embarrassed you were such an easy target, he wasn’t wrong though, your pussy was dripping in anticipation of the Zaterran’s cock or maybe cocks depending on his mood.

Within moments he opens the door and he’s on you quick as can be, his sensitive nose buried in your clothed pussy as he snuffles and inhales your scent deeply, “fuck you smell so good sunshine, I can’t wait to taste you.” He doesn’t even bother with his hands, he just wraps his long forked tongue around your underwear, and with a sharp tug, they rip at the seam giving him access to your soaking folds.

You cry out when his hot tongue makes contact with your exposed pussy, he glides his tongue over your holes, over your folds, all the way to your sensitive little nub before pressing a light kiss to it. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his eyes glittering with desire.

“Please Sy, don’t tease, my sweet little pussy is just waiting to be devoured by you,” you whine and flush deeper at the words spilling from your lips as you press your enticing little mound towards his long, forked tongue.

The Saurian rumbles low in his throat as he leans forward to taste you again, loving your sweet nectar coating his tongue as he laves it through your folds, he dips his long tongue inside your tight hole and wriggles it around wildly. Syzoth curls it around your sweet spot as he sucks on your clit making your brain short-circuit.

“Ah! Ah! Sy! I’m going to, oh fuck, I can’t oh, oh,” you babble incoherently as he keeps the pressure up and you’re forced to come undone. With a loud shriek of his name your orgasm wells up inside of you until it bursts with such force it knocks the wind from your lungs, your whole body twists and trembles in his grasp, coating his talented tongue with your want spilling from your spent pussy.

“Mm, sunshine you taste so good,” Syzoth praises lazily against your pussy as he licks and soaks in all your post-orgasmic bliss. “Now I’m going to fuck you so good,” he whispers, eyeing you like a trapped animal before pouncing on you.

Double Penetration: DP is something well really only Syzoth can achieve without a toy or secondary partner so of course he’s going to be crazy about it, he was reluctant to fuck you in his natural form at first, but over the course of your relationship he’s realized you enjoy it as much as he does.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you feel both the Zaterran’s huge cocks opening you up, the little spines tickling and massaging your sticky walls as they push inside rearranging you for his needs. “Oh fuck, Sy,” you whimper and moan as he pushes more and more until he’s fully seated. You feel so overfull that you might burst, but it’s such a wonderful sensation, one you couldn’t get enough of, one you often times had to beg your lizard boyfriend for since he was so gentle and concerned he might hurt you.

A low, pleasured hiss escapes Syzoth as he stuffs you full of his cocks, he waits patiently until you give him the green light to start fucking you and fuck you he does. He’s not in a gentle mood today, not to say he was mean or overly aggressive, he was just the right amount of worked up to fuck you good.

Your arms wrap around his well-muscled shoulders as he pulls out slightly only to drive back inside your waiting warmth, your whole body shudders at the action as you cry out softly, it feels so good. He sets a harsh, fast rhythm and you cling to him, crying out with every thrust, each movement creating delicious friction inside your tight canals massaged by the tiny spines adoring the reptiloid’s cocks. Soon you’re seeing stars as each thrust hits your sweet spot head-on, the action causing you to shake uncontrollably, you cling tighter to Reptile as you coo his name in a sweet voice, practically begging him to fuck you harder.

“I can’t hold back anymore sunshine,” he groans and starts pounding into you, his cocks stretching both of your holes to their limit as the Zaterran’s huge cocks slip in and out of you over and over again.

You squeal his name as you clench around the invading cocks, your toes curl with pleasure and you thrash wildly under him, your orgasm washes over you in blissful waves of pleasure as you fall harder and deeper into your ecstasy.

“Oh fuck sunshine you look so pretty when you cum, gonna fill you up so good,” Syzoth slurs in his pussy and ass drunk state as jets of hot, white fluid race to fill both your holes fully.

You whimper pitifully at the feeling as your greedy cunt milks his pretty cock to swallow up his entire load, not wanting to waste a drop.

Syzoth lays flat on top of you, soaking in your body warmth as he makes no effort to pull out, waiting until the two of you are ready for round two.

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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9 Days of Lancaster Day3: Secret Relationship

Yang:Water?

Weiss:Check!

Yang:Gym clothes?

Blake:Check

Yang:Leader to guide/bond with us as we test our limits?

Ruby:Cry all you want. I can’t just change my plans. *grabs notes*

Yang:But you could!

Weiss:I can’t believe you got roped into helping Jaune study for his test.

Ruby:Weiss, it’s called “helping a friend.” Plus we made these plans first. It’s not like you’ll be alone.

On queue, a knock on the door made Blake open it. Nora came jumping in with her gym bag and already limbered up. Ren and Pyrrha.

Ren:She’s very excited about the new gym installed.

Nora:Today we sweat!!!

Pyrrha:Let’s try to leave the place intact. Ms. Goodwitch hasn’t forgiven us for the cafeteria.

Ruby:Is my naïve weapon enthusiast ready for me?

Pyrrha:He’s at his desk frantically writing notes. Y’know…if you need any help-

Ruby:I may not be a star student but when it comes to the history of weapons and their engineering, I might as well teach the class.

Weiss:Now if only you applied half that enthusiastic in Dust reaction experiments.

Ruby:Nobody can be perfect at everything.

Blake:The two star students of our year are literally in this room.

Weiss and Pyrrha: *all smiles*

Ruby:Pfft, so lightning struck twice? My point stands. Either way, I’ll have Jaune passing with flying colors in no time so don’t worry about it. Have fun everyone. We’ll join next time.

Pyrrha:If you insist.

Ren:It’s probably for the best.

Blake:Yeah we someone to save us from Yang and Nora’s routine ideas.

Yang:It’s not that bad!

Nora:The pain is weakness leaving the body.

Ruby:And on that threatening note… *grabs books* I’m off to across the hall!

Everyone funneled out of the dorm room and went on their way. Ruby waited for them to full turn the corner before knocking for times. The door was opened by Jaune and she gladly walked in. Pyrrha wasn’t joking; his desk had papers stacked and books opened.

Ruby:Wow, hard a work I see?

Jaune:I try. I’m just a bad test taker.

Ruby:We’ll have no fear! I’ve made mock tests and flash cards to drill all knowledge into you! Stick with me and-

The knight’s arms suddenly wrapped around her waist as he gently pressed his lips against hers, making Ruby jolt. A smile spread quickly on her face as she kissed him back harder while her arms hung off his shoulders. As their lips separated, Ruby couldn’t help but giggle as she went into for another chaste kiss. The slight grunt of approval he gave as he held her tighter made the girl shake her head playfully.

Ruby:Easy now. We should at least attempt to study. I talked a big about you passing. That means I should actually teach you. There’s an entire chapter dedicated to hand placements.

Jaune:Hehe, you are so ridiculous.

Ruby:Yet you looked intrigued. We can smooch later.

Jaune:It would be easier to get kissing out of the way now so our friends don’t potentially nterrupt later. Isn’t breaks an important part of studying? Besides, I don’t think I can survive an enraged Yang even if she’s tired and sore.

Ruby:Hmmm you drive a hard bargain, but I can’t have you too tired to learn. Tell you what, take the test and every correct answer gives you a kiss. FYI, there’s fifty questions.

Jaune:Oooo that is a good deal. Got a reward for if I actually pass the real test?

Ruby:Let’s aim higher, a hundred on the test earns you a date anywhere you want, my treat.

Jaune:And if I get the extra credit?

Ruby:*blushing* I’m open to ideas.

Jaune:What if…we did of this…

He raised her slightly, her feet struggling to stay grounded as he kissed her roughly. Ruby felt a tingle up her back as she refused to back down, deepening the kiss. His arms held her so close his scent both put her heart at ease and made it flutter.

Jaune:But a lot more?

Ruby:Deal~ but you’re getting ahead of yourself. *waves papers* Study time you dummy.

Jaune:Okay, you win. I’ll be a good student. *kisses neck*

Ruby: No flirting when testing is in progress!

xxxxx

Oobleck:Attention class! I have finished grading your weaponry tests and i must say I’m quite disappointed in the overall performance! Mr. Arc!!!

Jaune:Y-Yes…?

Oobleck:….Yours was not one of them.

He zips by everyone, giving them the grades they all earned. The usual suspects passed. Weiss, and Pyrrha even had a perfect score while Ruby on the other hand, waved around a 103%

Pyrrha:Congratulations. The extra credit stumped me.

Blake:I’m fine with a B

Ren:*holds 94* I’m very lucky all of you have varying guns I’ve seen in use.

Nora:*holds 88* Same hehe…

Weiss:It would be a tragedy if your hyper fixation didn’t help you pass with flying colors.

Yang:Why can’t you just say congratulations? A hundred questions and I got 99. But the real question is…*looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*holds 103* I owe a big thanks to my personal teacher.

WBYNPR:WHAT!?

Ruby:*dark red* Well would you look at that? Nice work.

Jaune:*smiles* Couldn’t have done it without you. I promise to pay you back in full.

Ruby:*internal screaming* Looking forward to it.

#rwby #jaune arc #9daysoflancaster23 #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #jnpr #rwby lancaster

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ebxx456 · 11 months

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Daddy’s little girl part 2

(part one here^)

Same warnings apply

This one is going to have a lot more plot to it as I really enjoy writing it. Sorry if that’s not your thing. I promise there will still be smutty filth though. If you just want the smutty bit it is at the end bit fyi.

Also your mothers name is Claire and your fathers is Joseph.

Angry. You went straight to your closet. If you weren’t desperate earlier then god knows what you are now.

You were so close to your fantasy. His dick was literally in your hand. But no he turned you away. He got you all riled up and then took that release away from you.

You weren’t a needy girl. You’d never begged for something a day in your life. Until today.

So now you knew he had to pay. Call you childish? But you were just that angry.

Yet there was nothing you could do. Or was there?

You decided to make it your mission to make him beg for you. To be on his knees in despair.

You pulled out the best dress you had. It was black, and low at the front. Not too short but it hugged your figure as though it were spandex.

(I imagine something like that^)

You were a confident girl on the outside. You wore skimpy outfits and didn’t hide your body. But every girl in the world is insecure. You can always be thinner. Look better.

However a girl can never let a man see their insecurities, oh no, you have to be confident, sexy, gorgeous.

You knew your father would go absolutely crazy at the sight of your very tight dress and see through tights. And hopefully your daddy would go crazy too. But not in the same way obviously.

You wanted him to need you. Just like you needed him.

You curled your hair in a soft blowout style and did your makeup to accentuate your features. Especially your eyes. You wanted to achieve the perfect doe eyes that would have any man crumbing. You already had sex eyes according to Maya, ones of a perfect porn star. Yet you just had to make them even more lustful.

And you achieved that. Your lips so soft and juicy as you coated them in your favourite lip liner and a shimmery Kiko lip gloss.

Then you decorated the outfit by adding a gold necklace and matching hoops on your ears.

You looked perfect.

I felt bad for the way I practically kicked the girl out of my room. But I couldn’t fight away the temptations around her. Heck I already gave in.

I managed to put a stop to it, but not before she had her hand wrapped around my cock. Fuck I was going to get hard again just by thinking about it.

Why was the girl getting to me so much?

She’s my best friends daughter, it’s so wrong.

But if it’s so wrong then why did it feel so right?

Maybe I was just going crazy since the divorce. Being cheated on does things to a person. Like I told the girl, we weren’t in love anymore, but it still hurts.

Maybe it’s just the fact that I haven’t had sex in a year. Not having sex does things to a person too. But then she hadn’t had sex with anyone.

She was a prized possession. I wanted to be the first one to claim her. To make her feel good. To make her mine and only mine.

Stop.

As you made your way back down the stairs you were greeted by your mother.

“Oh you look gorgeous y/n.”

“Thank you mommy, you look beautiful too.” You replied as you hugged the woman that natured you. You began to realise the repercussions of your mission. How your mother would be absolutely devastated to find her daughter obsessed with a man older than her father, but it was only by one year.

You shook your doubt aside and put your neediness first.

“Everyone is in the living room sweetie, Ezra’s friend from college is joining us also.” Your mother told you as she guided you to the living room.

Hayden’s head practically shot up at the site of you, alerting everyone that you had entered the room.

You made your way towards your brother as he embraced you in a hug.

“How you doing squirt.” He teased as you pushed him slightly.

“Hey Brooke.” You muttered with a small wave to the blonde girl you’d met previously. She smiled back and said hello.

“Josh, this is my little sister y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You nodded at the boy. He smiled and greeted you. You were quick to realise he had an attraction to you. Something that you would most likely use to your advantage. If you weren’t so obsessed with the man standing next to your father, you would have found this boy some what attractive. But now all you had eyes for was Hayden.

“Y/n, what are you wearing?” Your father’s voice boomed turning your attention away from gazing at the man next to him.

“A dress.”

“Says who?”

“Calvin klein” you replied with a small smirk towards the tall figure.

“It looks like underwear, go upstairs and put something over it.”

“Duh I was just going to.” you sighed as you left the room and came back with practically a see through shirt over your shoulders. (Sorry for the clueless dialogue but I just had to.)

You were quick to realise Hayden’s outfit. He had a suit on. He looked fucking memorising.

Calm down y/n.

As y/n walked through the door, I practically had to pick up my jaw from the floor. She looked stunning. There was no way I could resist myself if she tried anything.

But I did have to try, if not for my own sanity then for the man standing next to me. I couldn’t allow myself to get sucked into her memorising ways.

I watched as she greeted everyone in the room except from me and her father. The way she was so polite and mature. Maybe age is just a number.

“You’re not seriously going to let her out like that, are you?”

The second the words left my mouth, I knew I overstepped. Why was I getting so possessive, my newfound obsession only started earlier today.

I didn’t even want anyone to look at her.

Calm down Hayden.

“Ok. Let’s go before your father makes you change completely.” Your mother muttered as you made your way to the driveway.

Ezra would take Brooke and Josh in his car leaving your mother,father and Hayden in the other.

You had a choice. Which car?

You knew no one else would find your decision weird apart from Hayden. If you drove with them he might think your were desperate. But if you didn’t drive with them he might think you were trying to prove something.

And the fact is, you were desperate. So you chose driving with him.

As your mother and father climbed into the front seats, you watched as Hayden opened the door for you. God what a gentleman.

“After you.”

“Thank you,” you said as you came up close before whispering your final word into his ear. “Daddy.”

The drive was already feeling long and it had only been a matter of minutes. The only gap between you and your conquest was the middle seat of the car which had been occupied by his hand.

His hand. His hand that could fit two of yours inside it. Large, coarse. You bet they would feel so good inside of you.

You readjusted slightly as you regretted your decision to go commando. You were definitely going to have soaked thighs by the end of the night.

Oh but that hand. Your mind ran wild as your pictured it yanking your hair whilst your mouth sucked him off.

You couldn’t control yourself as you too put your hand onto the middle seat, slightly brushing against his.

He was quick to pull his away as he took off his coat jacket. Were you making him hot and sweaty all ready? You had barely even started his torture.

He placed his jacket down on top of your hand that still lay in the middle seat. Then he slid his hand underneath it, quickly grasping yours tightly. Your fingers locking against each other.

Oh. It was a cover. Clever man.

You turned your head and looked at him with longing eyes. His met your own.

But this time your pussy didn’t drip, instead your stomach filled with butterflies. You thought this was only lust? But was it just the beginning of something more?

His fingers traced circles on your palm as you finally pulled your eyes away from his.

You closed your eyes for just a second, relaxing in your seat, finding comfort in his touch.

I knew it was wrong the second I took my jacket off. Touching even her hand in the same car as her father? Who was I turning into.

It was just lust. It was pure sexual attraction.

So then why did I feel my heart beating so heavily at the touch of her hand.

She fell asleep. And god she looked so beautiful as she slept. She was an angel.

As we finally reached the restaurant I quickly peeled my hand away.

“Oh bless my baby, she’s fallen asleep.” Claire said as she looked at the fallen angel next to me.

“For fucks sake.” Joe sighed as he shook his head and began getting out the car.

He tossed me the keys as I caught them quickly.

“Wake her up and meet us inside Hayden, she hates being woken up, have fun.” He tutted as Claire frowned and followed her husband out of the car.

I waited until they were in the doors of the restaurant before I began to wake her up. I wasn’t trying to hide anything but she looked so peaceful that I just didn’t want to do it.

I ran my hand up her leg softly and looked towards her. “Wake up baby.” I then said shaking her leg slightly.

Her eyes opened within a second meeting my own as she moved around waking up.

She then looked around realising we were here. And completely alone in the car. That when the smile came across her lips. Fucking hell she was bad.

“We’re here?” She asked her voice slightly sleepy.

“Yeah, they’ve gone to get the table sweetheart.”

As soon as you realised you were alone, you knew it was your chance. Falling asleep was not your intention but his comfort led you into a trance.

But now the sweetness in you would be gone. It was time to pounce. You were practically feral.

You pulled at your door as it was locked from the inside. Stupid fucking child lock that your father made sure to be put only on your side years ago.

But oh how you wanted to thank him for that stupid lock now.

You pulled myself up onto him. Straddling his crotch with your legs either side. You had him right were you wanted him.

“Y/n” he warned as he let out a sharp breathe.

You grinded your hips forward as you reached over him, unlocking his door.

“My doors locked.”

Your tits were now inches away from his lips as you slid onto him even more.

“Baby.” He warned you once again, yet you didn’t move, instead you gazed down at him, locking eye contact as you bit your lip in anticipation.

And that’s when he bit you.

You thought you would be absolutely shocked at the feel, heck at the sight of it. Which you were. But then why was your cunt throbbing?

You looked down to see he bit the back side of your neck as a small moan left your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” He asked as he bite the skin once again causing another noice to escape you.

“Y/n, I told you before I need words.”

You shook your head as you grinded yourself onto him trying to find pleasure for your burning heat.

He shook his head as he gripped his hands onto your waist, his nails drilling in your skin holding you down. You tried to move once again but his grip was so firm that you couldn’t.

You kept trying, refusing to give up, yet it got you nowhere.

He quickly turned you over, your front now on his lap.

He slid his hand up your left leg going all the way up into your dress. He pulled your dress up onto your back and slid your tights down your thighs. Your ass now completely exposed.

“No panties?” He chucked as you lay needy in his lap. “Such a pretty whore. I’m going to give you another chance y/n. Are you going ti be a good girl?”

You wanted to say yes, to submit yourself to him. But fuck you wanted to see what he would do if you said no.

“N-no.” You stuttered, the words coming out shaky.

He kissed his teeth as he ran his palm across your ass, his other hand slid beneath you and gripped onto your hip, holding you in place.

He slapped your ass harshly. You wanted to cry. But instead you moaned. You felt yourself dripping onto his leg.

“You’re going to count y/n.” He told you as he rubbed his palm softly over the same spot just like he did before

You nodded submissively, loosing all your power you previously had only seconds ago.

“Words.” He told you as he slid his hand towards your needy cunt.

“You’re so wet.” He sighed as he ran his fingers through your folds feeling your leaking juices.

“Ye-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Is this turning you on baby. Is me spanking you making you drip.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.” You practically moaned out as his fingers left your heat and moved back onto your ass.

“Beg.”

“Wh-what?”

“Beg for me to spank you like the little slut that you are.”

“Please daddy, please spank me.” You moaned out as you pleaded for it.

“Hmm,” he laughed. “I’m going to need more than that y/n”

“Please daddy please, I’m your little slut please just spank me please.” God he was making you sound insane.

“Your wish is my command princess.”

“Count.” He commanded as he sent a slap to the same spot.

“One.” You moaned out, unable to control how loud you were being.

“Two. three. Four. Five. Six. Se-ven. Eight. Nine.”

It continued until you had counted up to nine, your voice barely coming out as the moans took over. Tears brimmed your eyes over the stimulation.

“Think you can take one more sweet girl?” He hissed as his fingers traced over the now red hand prints that lay across one side of your ass.

“Ye-yes daddy. One more please.”

“Oh look at you, you’re a mess.” He chucked as he lifted up your chin looking into your teary eyes and smudged makeup.

“Okay just one more.” He said as he sent a final slap onto your ass. This time it was so much harder. “Ten.”Once his hand landed back onto your ass he squeezed it whilst you whimpered, like the mess that you were.

He placed a kiss against the even redder marks before pulling your tights back over you.

He lifted you up and opened the door as you practically fell across the seat trying to pull your dress back down whilst he stepped out.

What has this man done to you?”

“Let’s go Princess.” He said sweetly, his demeanour had changed almost instantly as he put out his hand.

You took his hand, unsure if you could even walk as he lifted you out of the car. His hand not leaving yours as he slammed the car door shut.

He then moved his hand onto your ass, stroking it gently through your dress as placed a kiss upon your cheek causing you to smile.

“God I’m hungry.” He smirked.

#smut #hayden christensen #spank me daddy #needy wh0re #y/n

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prev anon is a clown but also ‘designing a character as a man and then turning around at the last second and calling him a lesbian without changing any of his male traits or doing anything to indicate his sex’ is like… a pretty well established transmisogynistic caricature, just FYI. it’s fine for them to be a nonbinary lesbian or whatever, but doing the whole ‘it looks like a man it acts like a man SIKE it’s a woman’ trope is tacky at best if not outright harmful. I feel like changing their body type a bit to at LEAST more accurately convey that they’re meant to be fem-aligned (because they can’t be a lesbian if they’re not a woman) would be less problematic. just my two cents.

me: hey check out my new oc. originally i was just doodling without direction but i realized that every bland male character design becomes astronomically cooler when applied to a lesbian so i decided to make him a gnc butch. isn’t he cool i really like him

your dumb ass: errmmm but are they a BOY nonbinary or a GIRL nonbinary?? you need to be more specific :/// it’s problematic for me to not be able to tell the agab of this fictional water elf at first glance. have you considered making them a little more feminine, maybe adding some boobs or lipstick so i can tell they’re supposed to be a girl? i reaallyyy think you’d be better off getting rid of all those yucky masculine traits in case they make anyone uncomfortable :///////////

#your brain is rattling around your skull like a dried pea.

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I had previously gotten the impression that covalent chlorine and fluorine (as opposed to ionic) were generally very bad for biology, tending to be very toxic. (From various indirect sources. The only one I can name for sure was the novel Zodiac (1988), which is fiction but from an author who usually does his research very thoroughly.)

But you said in your recent Teflon post that carbon-fluorine bonds are very nonreactive and safe. So was that impression completely wrong, or is it just other forms of covalent halogens that are dangerous, or what?

Starting with a little FYI, I received a couple of asks as a result of the Teflon post. I definitely won’t answer all of them 1.) because I want to limit myself to confident answers about things that are either my specific field of expertise (which is mostly metals) or things I 100% learned in my coursework and 2.) I’m mostly here to shitpost about anime and I’d rather talk less about my day job. With that out of the way…

Halogens! Everyone’s favorite column on the periodic table including Flourine, Chlorine, Bromine, and Iodine. Your assumptions here are mostly correct, halogen containing organic molecules are often very bad for your body. This is because of the fact that halogen salts are very stable and so C–Cl, C–Br, and C–I have a tendency to break, react with things and generally muck around in the very wet insides of our cells. In particular they often react with DNA which is why they’re carcinogenic. This is also why the corresponding salts won’t hurt us, they’ve already hit their most stable point. This reactivity is also part of the reason they’re very useful industrially. It’s extremely important that manufacturers dispose of such waste appropriately because on top of its biological danger they also tend to be potent greenhouse gasses for unrelated reasons.

Fluorine, however is a little different. C–F bonds very rarely break, especially aliphatic C–F bonds like you find in teflon. The reason SOME Florine compounds are toxic is actually the exact opposite of the other halogens. The enzymes that make our bodies function are extremely specialized, and often their job looks like this: grab a molecule, rip off a C–H bond, replace that bond with something else, let go of molecule, repeat. What can happen is that your body will grab a molecule without being able to distinguish between hydrogen and fluorine, try to break that bond, then get stuck when it can’t. The enzyme then has a hard time letting go of the fluorinated molecule and is essentially disabled. Because enzymes are so specific in what they grab onto you often see this mechanism used in pharmaceuticals because the fluorinated medicine will disable for example, specific enzymes in bacteria, without getting picked up by any of the enzymes in your body. This is why Teflon is safe, literally no where for an enzyme to grab hold and get messed up. PFAS’s are a little more complicated because they also have an acid group at the end but for the most part they aren’t something your cells are looking to grab onto and try to digest.

Also, bucking the trend again, you don’t want to fuck with fluorine ions that much. We’ve all seen Breaking Bad (I actually haven’t, lmao), HF, hydrofluoric acid, will literally eat your bones. If you get HF on your skin there’s a special cream you have to apply as soon as possible and repeatedly for weeks after, because that HF will just keep trying to get to your bones even after you’ve washed it off the surface. Fortunately, no one in their right mind works with it and you are very unlikely to encounter it unless Mr. White tells you it’s time to cook.

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Silhouettes and what they can do for you

Welcome to Silhouettes 101! I thought I'd list them out and tell you the pros and cons to each, so you can feel like you have a better grasp on them before you go dress hunting.

Please note: Everything I write in the "cons" section is an FYI and can be thoroughly ignored. If you are going to the courthouse and you want a ballgown with a cathedral train, go for it.

Ballgowns

The ballgown is, on a scale from tight to full, 110% floof. It's a classic wedding gown silhouette, but that doesn't mean it has to be conservative or unexciting in any way.

Best for: Brides who want the princess or fairytale look, or who need a better contrast between their waist and hips in order to create the illusion of a smaller waist.

Cons: They can be heavy, and going to the bathroom once you're in it is a royal (ha!) pain in the ass if you don't have multiple people helping or a product like the Bridal Buddy.* They can also sometimes make people look a bit shorter, but if that's where your heart is and you're a short queen, you can mitigate that by wearing some serious heels or just not give a crap about it. Also, can come off as more formal than some other silhouettes.

A-Lines

This silhouette is named an A-line because it's shaped like.... Guess what? Yep. An A. On the scale of tight to full, it's just under the ballgown in floofiness, but is not as tight as a fit and flare or a sheath.

Best for: Everybody! The A-line is a universally flattering silhouette. Unless it's heavily beaded, it's probably going to weigh less than a ballgown. If you want flowy, this is probably your best bet. A-lines are also often really good at getting that romantic feel. If you don't care about a train, you can really open up your options by checking out gowns in your chosen color that are special occasion, evening gowns, or even prom dresses, and save quite a bit of money.

Cons: Still a lot of material for some, but there aren't really a lot of downsides to this one.

Fit And Flares

I use "fit and flare" as a catch-all for any dress that, well, fits and at some point flares out, like mermaids or trumpets. These terms can sometimes be used interchangeably.

Best for: Two words - drama and curves. If you don't have an hourglass figure and you want one, this is where to look. If you're the kind of bride who wants to go full glam, these gowns are your best friend.

Cons: If you are apple shaped, a fit and flare might actually call more attention to it, but there are still tricks to mitigating that like adding belts or finding one with ruching. While you're trying one on and/or getting your fitting done with alterations with one of these ladies, make absolutely sure you can walk, dance, and sit comfortably... And yeah, that means busting a move at the bridal salon, even if it's just in your changing room. Hell, we'll probably suggest it! You don't want a dress that'll be so tight on your legs that you're tippy-toeing down the aisle, unless you want that, in which case you do you!

Sheaths

These babies go straight up and down, and are sleek and sexy. They're going to be the tightest silhouette overall.

Best for: If you're more of a casual bride, you'll have way better luck finding a sheath that works for you, as opposed to, say, ballgowns. Also great if you're a budget bride; this is the other silhouette you can look through special occasion or prom gown collections for and find some way cheaper that nobody would ever guess wasn't a $5k wedding gown. And if you want some floof for the ceremony but not the reception, you can just get a really stunning overskirt like this, this, or this, and just remove it for the reception, no need for a train. So, lots of customization options!

Cons: They are not terribly forgiving to the figure. Spanx can take care of that. Also may not be best for those who are apple-shaped without tricks like ruching, belts, etc. applied. For people with body dysmorphia, these might be a bit tough. Also, these are usually the most casual of the silhouettes.

Like always, I'll say that the only thing that matters is that you feel beautiful and comfortable in your dress, so don't take something written under "cons" as law. Be true to yourself and what you want, no matter what that style is!

*I get no money whatsoever from any link I might post.... dammit. Also, those are to be seen solely as examples.

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ghostofbambifanfiction · 2 years

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I posted 1,941 times in 2022

1,755 posts created (90%)

186 posts reblogged (10%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ghostofbambifanfiction

@bcdaily

@itsdeanpool

@librarian-witchling

@ghost-of-bambi

I tagged 699 of my posts in 2022

#sarah's choose your own adventure fanfic - 400 posts

#sarah talks stranger things - 63 posts

#stranger things - 43 posts

#jily - 29 posts

#ebtks - 29 posts

#lily evans - 28 posts

#james potter - 28 posts

#sarah reads midnight sun - 23 posts

#fanfiction - 22 posts

#deep blue sea - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#fyi the firm that manage the royal family have a mutually beneficial relationship with the media

My Top Posts in 2022:

What is the actual POINT of Jonathan though? WHAT IS THE POINT? What did he DO besides occasionally drive and do the BARE MINIMUM that is required of him to be a decent sibling (and EVEN THEN Will had to point out that he's basically been checked out and stoned for months) and lie to his girlfriend continuously and DISRESPECT STEVE????? Go AWAY!!!!!!!

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I’m imagining James messaging roomba’s instagram account and using unkind regards 😂

dear roomba ceo

your product may clean floors but it ANNHILIATES family dynamics. how do you sleep at night. how DO you?

unkind regards, JAMES POTTER

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I agree

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What are your parenting golden rules?

I have five in particular.

1) Never be aggressive. And I don't just mean "aggressive" as in violent, I mean aggressive in any way, and that includes shouting. I do not shout, not just at my stepson but at anyone. Ever. We live in a "no yelling" household and that rule applies to everyone. If I ever find myself so angry that it's not possible for me to have a reasonable discussion, I will leave the room and calm down before I proceed.

2) Never discipline a child for something you wouldn't punish yourself for. Why do so many parents punish their kids for shit like accidentally breaking something, or spilling a drink on themselves? Human mistakes are human mistakes.

3) Whenever I cook something for Nathan that he's never tried before, I make a point of telling him that I would like for him to try it, but that if he doesn't like it, he can tell me and I'll make him something else. As a result he has tried and liked all sorts of new things without fear of getting in trouble. I also let him eat until he feels like he's eaten enough, not until he clears his plate. Food abuse is endemic, it isn't talked about enough and a lot of parents aren't even aware that they're guilty of it because they're just doing what their own parents did to them. I want him to have a positive and healthy relationship with food as an adult, and that starts with his parents and how we behave.

4) Nathan knows that if I say or do anything that hurts his feelings, he can call me out and I will think about my behaviour and apologise.

5) If I ask him for a hug and he says no, I accept the no.

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My #1 post of 2022

"Otherwise, who'd have been in charge? Steve?" chuckled Jonathan from atop his moral high horse, as if Steve hasn't been gainfully employed, supporting his friends, cheerleading his lesbian bestie, putting his life and body on the line to protect his gang of ragtag kids, fighting tooth-and-nail next to Jonathan's neglected girlfriend to save the town, ripping monster bats apart with his bare hands and throwing molotov cocktails in the face of a literal hell demon while Jonathan was... *checks notes* whacking golf balls at cars.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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cybernetic-burns · 1 year

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HELLO. THIS IS JUST A TEST- THIS IS ONLY.... A TEST.

This is a System Blog for @codeopathy. We have a BYI and DNI pinned there but will be restated here WITH some specific system things. (Before I forget, icon is by twitter user VidaFlower42 and banner by Cruormor (with twitter linked)

System name is Cybernetic Burns, Body is 19, He/They, and has a lot of interests.

Sources include Vocal Synths, SCP, OC/Brainmades, and some unconnected sources (meaning there's only one introject/dormant alters in them)

We do not allow for Endo Neutral or Pro Endo people to follow us. Please DNI if you are such OR believe you are Endogenic/Neurogenic/Have Tuplas and whatever nonsense there is now. Repeat DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE ENDO NEUTRAL OR PRO ENDO.

Tags will be #cbs intro for any alter who wishes to introduce themselves, #cbs (emoji) will be for alters who wish to tag a reblog or text post as theirs. #cbs collection will be for reblogs a system member finds that's interesting/relatable. and uh #cbs asks for asks we get.... somehow.

Below is a byi and dni. Please read. ty.

BYI AND DNI FROM GENERAL BLOG LINKED HERE APPLIES. BELOW WILL BE A SYSTEM SPECIFIC BYI AND DNI.

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BYI...

We do not believe in Endos (if not made clear above) BUT we will not argue on them or other discourse. If we are dragged into syscourse over anything (such as self diagnosis, if fictives are their sources, and other numerous examples) then we will block all parties. That's final and your only warning.

We also have "controversial" sources. (For example: we have fictives based on reuploaded songs by producer "Ghost and Pals") They are not their source as no alter is their source. But they may seek out sourcemates. This does not mean they believe they or others are their sources- but rather they wish to find a basis in which to form a common ground on. Do not fucking harass them. Period.

When we do decide to do sourcecalls, it's NOT to seek anyone specific out on memories or whatever. It's just to find a common ground to start a possible friendship. We will not stay friends with a person if we find we cannot interact as well beyond the system aspect. Our mental disorders can define us but they are not our personality traits (haha personality cause did used to be called mpd oh stfu code /silly)

We also do not try to interact with controversial blogs or blogs that are considered "problematic". If we do, please tell us privately and we will fix our mistake.

We also follow from our main. Sorry.

DNI...

Anyone who violates our original dni/byi.

Anyone who will actively harass or belittle us for being Anti Endo

Anyone who idolizes / tries to befriend introjects just for their source

Similarly, if you believe introjects ARE their source

Are a singlet trying to befriend systems just for a benefit

Anyone who's only interested in romantic source calls (which we will never do fyi)

People who believe in alter race, alter disability, etc (That's fucking weird. Don't claim shit the body doesn't have.)

Anyone against littles/age regressors

Anyone who demonizes Prosecutors (Such as they are evil or whatever- boo half the system identifies with the label.)

Believe system roles r a heirarchy or anything similar (such as Host over everyone else) and try to enforce it.

Censoring medical terms (like dormancy, integration, etc)

And anyone who tries to cause fights with us in general.

I may not have listed many good ones but I did try. I really did. anyways that's all. I'll make some intros later once more alters finally front lol.

#cbs intro #((just inital now for sys tags for mainstream))#system intro #traumagenic only #system info #introject #fictive #anti endo #anti endogenic #endos dni #osddid

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theotherackerman · 1 year

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COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A Song of Ice and Fire

NOTES: Just an fyi, this may or may not be the last chapter before I have a bunch of personal things happening. I’ll keep you all updated though. Enjoy! It’s a long one covering several days!

Chapter Seven: Sit Back and Look for the Warnings

Fighting against Mikasa was like fighting against a viper.

A viper that was set on fire which Eren realized was almost a dragon.

Her sword was faster than his. Every clash took a toll on Eren’s body. He should have used a smaller sword for this but no, he had to use the Valyrian steel bastard sword.

In theory, it was a good idea, keeping her away from him.

It didn’t matter.

Every clash of steel on steel rang out.

Eren was certain that Mikasa was going to draw first blood.

He’d be surprised if she didn’t.

Then she essentially ran her face too close to his sword.

Red.

Blood.

There was blood on her face.

Blood on his sword.

Mikasa’s blood.

Eren felt sick.

He hadn’t meant to physically hurt her.

He’d fallen for her trick and somehow, she’d been the one who got hurt.

Her hand reached for the cut on her cheek and she looked at it.

Blood.

There were several ways this could go now.

But what happened next, Eren wasn’t prepared for.

Mikasa bowed at the waist and strolled away, leaving him shocked and confused.

No one said anything to him.

He watched as Levi and Mikasa’s ladies followed.

This is why he hadn’t wanted the duel.

Now this was going to make everything…..

Eren didn’t know.

He didn’t know what to think or do.

Zeke walked up to him and put his hand on Eren’s shoulder.

“You sink. You should take a bath,” Zeke informed him.

Eren stowed his sword into the scabbard and headed back to the castle.

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Mikasa had returned to her chambers. Levi and her friends followed. Mikasa sat in one of the chairs around the table in the sitting room outside of their bedrooms. Levi had got wound cleaning materials which sat on the table. Annie and Sasha sat on the chaise. Levi kneeled in front of Mikasa.

Levi ran a wet cloth over Mikasa’s cut, cleaning the wound.

It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but there was still the possibility of it scarring.

Levi applied firemilk to the wound, cleansing it a final time.

Sasha made a face as Mikasa stayed perfectly still. “I don’t know how you handle that. It stings.”

“You get used to it,” Mikasa shrugged.

“When we get home, we’re working on your swordplay. That was a move a squire would make. I taught you better than that. What am I always telling you? Stop letting your emotions take over. You could have lost an eye or worse,” Levi scolded her. “Why do we wear leather?”

“Because we’re supposed to be too fast to catch,” Mikasa mumbled.

“You may have been too fast but you were also reckless and not paying attention.”

“I’m sorry,” Mikasa apologized as she looked down.

Levi sighed, “I can’t even be mad at you because you already received your punishment.”

“I hate to ask but should we worry about Kiyomi?” Annie asked.

Levi shook his head, “it was fair. Mikasa called the duel and made the rules. Kiyomi can’t do anything without causing more issues for herself. Not that I think she would at this point.”

“If anything, it would give her the final excuse to remove me completely as her heir,” Mikasa noted.

“Do you think Eren will talk to you now or will this have made it worse?” Sasha asked.

“I’m sure we’ll soon find out,” Levi smirked.

Mikasa narrowed her eyes. She knew Levi knew more than he let on.

“I’ll grab your clothes from the dragon pit. I’m going to check on them,” Levi said as he rose from his position in front of Mikasa.

“I’ll go with you. Kayda will not listen to you if she is angry.”

“She won’t listen to me if she is not angry,” Levi rolled his eyes.

“I will go get changed. Come meet back here?” Mikasa asked as she rose from her seat.

“Yes. Maybe a certain prince will come check on you while I’m gone. I can’t deal with….whatever this is that you two are doing. I’ll give his parents the go ahead to tell him,” Levi walked towards the door.

Mikasa took a deep breath.

Things were going to get more interesting.

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Kayda was in a mood.

The dragon clearly didn’t like being kept in the dragon pit.

The guards outside had no idea what to do. So they just stood watch outside of the gates, not allowing anyone but Ackermans inside.

Mikasa and Levi strolled up the path.

“I forgot how much I hate guards,” Levi muttered under his breath.

“They’re just doing their jobs,” Mikasa reassured him.

“I know but I’m the last person who needs to be guarded,” Levi stated.

Vulcan roared as they got closer.

“The dragons hate being in the pit,” Mikasa noted.

“That they do. Kayda’s flying circles,” Levi noted as he pointed to the glass dome of the dragon pit.

Mikasa looked up and sure enough, Kayda was flying in circles. The guard opened the gates and the Ackermans walked in. The guards that had been escorting them waited outside of the gate.

Levi pushed the doors to the dragon pit open.

Vulcan roared again once he saw his rider.

“Lykirī, Vulcan. Lykirī,” Levi commanded.

Kayda continued her circles, even after she noticed Mikasa.

“I may need to take him out for a ride before dinner,” Levi said as he tried to calm Vulcan down. “Lykirī, Vulcan. Dohaerās!”

The dragon immediately calmed down, looking at his rider.

“He really doesn’t like being in here,” Mikasa replied.

“He’s just restless. I’m taking him out. I’ll be back.”

Mikasa nodded as she watched Levi disappear down one of the halls that led to the back rooms. She looked to Kayda who was still flying around the top of the glass dome.

“Kayda, dēmagon!” Mikasa commanded the dragon to sit.

Kayda looked down before roaring.

The dragon was clearly upset.

“Kayda, māzīs!” Mikasa commanded the dragon to come to her. “Kayda, kostilus,” she added please.

The dragon looked at Mikasa before she landed.

“Kirimvose,” Mikasa thanked her dragon.

Kayda snorted but did not release fire or smoke.

“Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor,” Levi said as he came out with the saddles and reins.

“I know a dragon is not a slave,” Mikasa said as she took the saddle and reins from Levi.

“Then you’re better than most. They feel our emotions but they have their own as well. Kayda feels you’re upset. Now whether it is because of Eren ignoring you or from that slash on your cheek, Kayda feels it. She wants you to acknowledge your feelings,” Levi walked over to Vulcan. “And she’s not the only one.”

“So you’ve said,” Mikasa sighed.

Kayda snorted smoke.

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Vivica was stretched out on Zeke’s bed, chewing a bone her owner had managed to swipe from the kitchen.

Zeke was going through the books that Hange had left in his room. They were very interesting, reminding Zeke of the tales of old his mother had read to him when he was a child. There was a rumor that over the mountains in the North, there were unicorns. It was also said to have to be larger than normal lions.

It seemed past the mountains, there was a lot of magic.

Something had happened to the ground in the south.

Magic was still there but not as powerful as it could be. Skinchangers, wargs, and dragons were all reported. There were some unicorns spotted south but they all died unexpectedly.

“Find anything interesting?” Pieck asked as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

“Do you ever knock?” Zeke asked, not looking up from the book he was reading.

“Why should I knock? It’s not like you’re doing anything and I’ve already seen you naked as many times as there are stars in the sky.”

“Thank you, Pieck.”

“I’m sorry. Would you rather I pretend to be a blushing maid?”

“We both know that you never blush,” Zeke said before closing the book and facing Pieck.

“I’ve been your guard on and off for years. Though I question if I should be insulated that they never thought we’d do anything,” Pieck collapsed on the chaise.

“Because they know I love you like a sister. A very annoying, short sister.”

“True. Hange is talking to Grisha. They’re worried about Eren and Mikasa.”

“Hange or my family?”

“Your family. They’re worried if she will still agree to marry him,” Pieck reported as she stared at the ceiling. “Do you think I should have let my mother marry me off?”

“You do not want to know what I think about your mother,” Zeke snorted.

When her father was sick, Pieck had joined the royal guard to get money for her father’s treatments. He had been a good man up until he became ill. Her mother, on the other hand, was not a good woman. Pieck’s mother treated Pieck like Pieck was shit. Ever since her father had died, her mother put an immense stress onto Pieck.

Pieck sighed, “I suppose you’re right. She wants more money. She wants my entire pay now.”

“Why?”

“For drinks. What else?”

“Maybe you should see if you can join Mikasa and Eren’s house. I’m sure they’ll live in the North. You could join their guard.”

“And leave you alone here? Never.”

Zeke rolled his eyes. “So what is the real reason you’re here?”

“Jean has a friend over and I don’t want to hear that. It’s the middle of the day!”

Zeke narrowed his eyes, “and yet you…”

“This isn’t about me!”

Zeke had this sneaking feeling that Pieck and Jean had some unresolved thing between the two of them. Pieck had always been harder on Jean, always having to win when they dueled. Porco and Marcel gave Pieck hell over it. They though the two should fuck and get it over with but Zeke had a feeling that would only complicate the feelings that Pieck had. She would never admit that she had any feelings for him whatsoever so it was better to just ignore it.

“Alright, where is Levi? You said Hange was speaking to my parents,” Zeke changed the conversation.

“Levi took the dragons out. They were getting restless. I don’t think they like the dragon pit.”

“I don’t like the dragon pit.”

“Do you remember when the dragons were here when we were kids?” Pieck asked as she sat up.

“I remember the sounds, never saw them. Do you?”

Pieck nodded, “to squash the rebellion. The sight of them in the sky….my family switched the Jaeger’s before the rebellions but had we not, those dragons would have been enough.”

“I was….you know how I was for a while. I couldn’t….I worried. Especially after Eren was born and then the constant trying to break into the castle. The North is different. I almost wish….”

“The Capitol was there?”

Zeke nodded.

“When you become King, let’s move it there.”

Zeke scoffed. “I’d have to marry.”

“If you fail at finding someone, you can always marry me. We’ll have no children though,” Pieck smirked.

“Oh yes. We’ll leave the kingdom without any heirs.”

“Your brother’s children. We’ll make them our heirs.”

“Brilliant, Pieck!”

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Zeke called.

The door opened to reveal Hange who walked in and sat beside Pieck. Zeke turned his chair around so he was facing Hange and Pieck.

“That bad?” Pieck asked.

“I know why Zeke asked about the Tyburs now and no, I cannot tell you what’s going on. You’ll find out once you have that meeting with your father,” Hange sighed.

“Fine. I have a question about your research though,” Zeke said as he turned to the books.

“Go ahead, that I can tell you about,” Hange reassured him.

“Why is there less magic south of the mountains in the North?” Zeke asked as he handed Hange the book. “And is that Valyrian?” he asked as he pointed to the runes written in the book.

Hange took the book from Zeke. They looked at runes. “No. Not at all. Not everything that’s not written in Common is Valyrian. It’s the Old Tongue. Skagos Sygerrik. Stone deceiver is what it means if I’m translating correctly,” Hange said as they looked up from the book.

“Stone deceiver, what the fuck does that mean?” Pieck asked as she looked over Hange’s shoulder.

“I do not know. It does not even mention where the magic went. It just tells the tales of Old. The Others, The Tybur Hammers, the defeat of the Others, arrival of the Fritz Family, the story of Helios.Then it says stone deceiver. Then no more mention of magic,” Hange explained.

“Do you really think magic is real?” Pieck asked.

“The Ackermans have dragons. Wolves show up from nowhere when a Jaeger is added to the family. They’re huge, unlike any wolves I’ve ever seen. They live for an abnormal amount of time. Pieck, you still have that miniature rose in your room, correct?” Hange asked.

“Yes but what has that got to do with anything?”

“You live in the basement of the barracks. There’s no sunlight there.”

“Well…that’s….that’s because…..I’m just….my father taught me,” Pieck flushed as she looked down.

“Your father who was a Finger.”

“It can’t….magic isn’t….”

“Levi asked me where the wolves came from. I told him I didn’t know. I couldn’t tell him they just showed up,” Zeke said as he leaned back in his chair. “I suspect he knows more than he’s letting on. You should talk to Levi.”

“I will,” Hange looked down.

“You don’t want to talk to him because of Erwin, do you?” Zeke asked.

Hange sighed. “I don’t….I look at him and all I see is Erwin. It was Erwin who came up with these theories. Not even me. The Smith family is gone. Erwin is gone. You know he was my dearest friend besides you two. To find out he named me his successor to Grisha instead of his squire….why? I just…it’s too fresh.”

“Oh Hange,” Pieck said as she threw her arms around Hange.

“You’re warm,” Hange replied.

“Why do you always have to say the strangest things?” Pieck said as she withdrew her arms from around Hange.

“Then stop being so warm,” Hange muttered.

“You deserve to be named successor,” Zeke reassured Hange.

“I will only do it temporarily, as I said. Armin will succeed Erwin,” Hange assured both Zeke and Pieck.

“If Eren doesn’t take him when he marries Mikasa,” Zeke smirked.

Hange sighed as they leaned back on the chaise.

—----------------------

Dinner was the most awkward scene.

Eren was purposely looking down at his plate, refusing to meet Mikasa’s eyes.

The mark on her cheek wasn’t that bad.

Zeke looked back and forth at the two of them.

Porco and Marcel caught Zeke doing so and then shared a knowing look.

Everyone at the table besides Eren knew that he and Mikasa were betrothed.

Everyone besides Eren and Mikasa knew that everyone else knew.

It was a tale any bard would love to spin.

“Have a nice afternoon, Jean?” Connie asked before drinking some wine.

Pieck snorted.

“What was that for?” Jean asked as he looked at her.

“Nothing. Not a thing, Lord Kirstein,” Pieck scoffed.

“Don’t call me by my title. You make it sound….strange,” Jean said as he reached for his wine glass.

“And it being moaned doesn’t make it sound strange? I suppose the courtesans only want you for that title anyway.” Pieck said before up her own wine glass.

“I told you! You’re mucking out the stalls tomorrow!” Gabi pointed to Falco.

“She wasn’t a courtesan!” Jean protested.

“HA! Now you’re mucking out the stalls!” Falco laughed.

“Really? With those fake sounds, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Pieck scoffed.

Sasha choked on her wine.

“There is a princess present,” Colt pointed out.

“The princess doesn’t care, do you?” Pieck asked Mikasa.

“Not at all,” Mikasa replied. “I’ve heard worse.”

“Well what about you?” Jean retorted to Pieck.

“What about me?” Pieck asked as she sat her glass down.

“Do you think I enjoy hearing you?”

“Then don’t listen.”

“The walls are thin!”

“Well at least it’s real!”

“It was real!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“As are you!”

The two of them continued to bicker.

Mikasa leaned over to Zeke, “does this happen very often?”

“Often enough that Gabi and Falco have made several bets about them,” Zeke replied.

“Are they...”

Zeke shook his head, cutting Mikasa off, “do not go there. It is a topic we all, beside Marcel and Porco, refuse to ask them about.”

“But?”

“But I would imagine they have feelings for one another. It is just a long history. Pieck’s family is on the poorer end of the Houses in King’s Landing. Jean is on the higher end. Pieck joined the royal guard to help out her father while Jean never had to. They find conflicts with one another. They purposely push one another.”

Mikasa looked down.

“I do not mean like you did. Yours was warranted. Theirs, however……” Zeke trailed off.

“You’re ridiculous!” Pieck exclaimed towards Jean.

“ATTENTION! Good people, friends. Family. I would like to make a toast,” Grisha said as he stood from his table. “As you all know, we made a trip to the North, our former home. We met with the Ackerman family, our oldest allies. Now their head of house and their youngest has come. You saw the duel between Prince Eren and Princess Mikasa. Now I must tell you that I lied about the reasoning for that.”

People began muttering.

Mikasa looked at Eren.

“You see, Queen Carla is also from the North. There is an ancient tradition between the small folk. The women from the North must be defeated in combat by any suitor. You saw Eren do that,” Grisha continued.

“What is he talking about?” Annie asked Sasha.

“I have no idea,” Sasha replied.

“As you can guess, Princess Mikasa asked that I not tell you the truth. As she is one of the best in the North, she did not want to embarrass the Prince if he could not defeat her. I know how much Eren loves her. I cannot deny a love match as I found my Sun and my Moon. So I am proud to announce that Prince Eren proposed marriage to Princess Mikasa! The Ackermans, the Azumbitos, and the Jaegers will make their bonds permeate in blood! Please raise your glass to a love match and the future of the North!”

The whole banquet hall besides Eren and Mikasa raised their glasses with a cheer.

Mikasa turned red.

Eren just stared, his face stone.

—------------

The rest of dinner was unbearable from Mikasa.

Eren refused to meet her eyes or even look in her direction.

As soon as it was not considered rude to leave, Mikasa excused herself.

Connie, Jean, Armin, Sasha, and Annie followed.

“You didn’t know that he was going to do that, did you?” Sasha asked as Sasha walked beside Annie and Mikasa.

“No, I had no idea,” Mikasa shook her head.

“He could have at least pretended that he at least liked you. That was cruel,” Annie said.

“He’s a fool,” Jean muttered. “Sorry.”

Sasha snorted.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have. We can walk further behind you,” Jean stated.

“Walk beside us,” Mikasa said simply.

Armin and Jean stopped behind them for a moment. Then joined their side.

“Do you miss not having guards follow you everywhere?” Armin asked.

“Desperately. Do you mind if we go to the dragon pit instead of our rooms?” Mikasa asked.

“Whatever you wish. We’ve been instructed to follow you three,” Connie assured them.

“The dragon pit,” Mikasa repeated.

“To the dragon pit then,” Armin agreed.

—----------------------------------------

“CORN!” Midnight screamed before landing on his perch and eating his dinner of corn.

Fenrir whined as he was woken up by the bird’s exclamation.

Eren sat in his window, looking out at the night sky. The wind blew in the cool night air.

He knew the Ackermans had gone flying again because he heard the dragons’ roaring, and felt it shaking the castle at some points. Neither dragon sounded very happy but he didn’t blame them. Being trapped all day could not have been good for the dragons.

Ere knew he should have gone to Mikasa, talk to her, tell her how he felt.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to, still worrying about ruining her.

Sooner or later, he’d have to face her.

He decided it would be later.

—-------------------

Day two of the tournament was underway.

Today, the tourney started with hand to hand combat.

Annie made quick work of the competition, winning that part of the tourney.

Then the jousting began.

Levi, however, knocked every opponent off their horse.

It was looking more and more as if the final round of the joust was going to be Levi and the Crown Prince.

Zeke was alive in these competitions.This was what he wanted to be doing, training, competing. He wanted to be like the knights in the tale of old.

He lived for the fact that he would face someone like Levi.

Gabi was pouting as she had also been knocked out of the competition while Falco carried on.

“That is just what happens sometimes,” Zeke reassured her.

“Not to you,” Gabi muttered.

“I’ve been doing this much longer than you have. You did well for your first jousting tournament,” Zeke tried to cheer her up.

“I got dismounted twice,” Gabi cursed.

“Out of four rounds, that’s not bad. Not to mention that one of those times you were up against Lady Braus. You won against her, she competed more than you. That’s something to be proud of, Gabi.”

Gabi sighed, “I wanted to beat Falco. I wanted to face him.”

“I understand. There will be more competitions.”

“Yes, but we won’t always be…we could be separated after we are knighted this year. I…” Gabi trailed off.

There had always been something brewing between Gabi and Falco. It was another situation Zeke did not and would not get involved with.

“I understand,” Zeke lied.

He didn’t understand at all.

—---------------

Mikasa chose to watch from the royal box.

These were her bethrothed’s family

“Princess Mikasa, after you marry my son, I hope we will see you out there competing,” Carla smiled in the seat next to her.

“Perhaps you can teach Carla and I how to move like you were yesterday,” Dina replied.

“Of course. I do not know how good of a teacher I will be,” Mikasa blushed.

“Someone with the patience to deal with my son can do anything,” Carla teased.

“I…”Mikasa trailed off.

“Is he still not speaking to you?” Carla asked as she placed a hand on Mikasa’s arm. The Queen quickly removed it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to seem overly familiar.”

“No, it is fine. I…I don’t mind at all. We are to be family, are we not?”

Carla smiled before she brushed stray hair out of Mikasa’s face. “We are already family. Kuchel is a dear friend to me. I knew your mother briefly.”

“You did?” Mikasa’s eyes light up.

“You do not see her much, do you?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Yui Azumbito was always very kind. She offered support during the war from the Azumbitos. Your parents were also a love match but I’m sure you already knew that. From what I understand, she is across the sea not only protecting you but this kingdom as well.”

Mikasa’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“When there are not so many ears, you and I shall talk,” Carla patted Mikasa’s knee before returning to watching the jousts.

Mikasa wondered if Carla knew anything about her parents that Mikasa didn’t. She doubted it but it would be nice to get a perspective from someone outside of the family.

Though Carla was right, they were to be family.

“Do you think you’ll return to the North, Princess?” Dina asked from the other side of Grisha. “What I am asking is do you want to live there after you and Eren are married?”

“Oh. I hadn’t……I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“My son would do well in the North. Would I be wrong to assume that you would prefer to be in charge of the North over the Azumabito throne?” Grisha asked.

“No, Your Grace. You would not be wrong,” Mikasa answered.

“Good. Once you and Eren have settled after the wedding, we will make another visit.”

“You just want to go back home,” Dina teased him.

“Wherever you two are is my home,” Grisha told his wives.

Dina snorted.

Carla laughed.

“You see why my sons are the way they are? Just like their mothers. Much better for them in the long run,” Grisha smiled.

Mikasa found herself smiling as well.

—------------

Annie stood from the sidelines, watching.

This was going to be an interesting match up.

“Who’s that man there?” Sasha asked, pointing to a man in armor next to a blonde man Armin.

Annie shrugged.

“His name is Niccolo. He’s a baker for House Arlert. He acts as a messenger sometimes as well. I’m surprised you two haven’t met him before,” Connie said.

“Lord Arlert just shows up at the castle whenever he needs anything or sends a raven,” Sasha shrugged.

“Niccolo is for when they don’t want to send a raven. He normally stays for a night and cooks. His food is to die for,” Connie informed them.

“Do you wish to wager on the match?” Gabi asked them.

“What could you possibly give me?” Falco countered Gabi.

“Not you, them,” Gabi said, looking at Sasha and Annie.

“What do you want?” Sasha asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“5 gold coins?” Gabi grinned.

“On?”

“The prince.”

Annie snorted.

“5 gold coins on Lord Levi,” Sasha said as she held her hand out to the squire.

Gabi took it and they shook hands.

They all watched with bated breath as Eren and Levi rode towards each other.

Faster and faster, the horse raced.

SMASH!

Levi’s lance hit Eren’s chest plate at full speed.

Eren hung onto the horse.

They reset.

The next round went to Levi as did the other one.

Eren had lost the match but stayed in the competition.

“Never bet against Levi,” Sasha grinned.

Eren rode past the royal viewing box, grinned at Mikasa, and then went back to his spot.

“Well that is interesting,” Jean noted.

“You know what isn’t interesting? I have to face Reiner now,” Connie said as he put his helmet on and mounted his horse.

“2 pennies on Reiner,” Gabi said to Sasha.

“2 on Connie then,” Sasha countered.

Falco rolled his eyes.

—-----------------

The skies became Mikasa’s escape. It was just her and Kayda and the sky. Nothing else mattered.

There were no princes who confused Mikasa with asking for her favor after ignoring her and fleeing the North. No one wondered if their engagement was truly a love match or a purely political move while she was in the sky.

Mikasa hadn’t asked for any of this.

Kayda returned to the dragon pit once their flight was over though it was clear that Kayda did not like being coped up. Vulcan landed with Levi moments later.

“A few more days, Vulcan,” Levi reassured his dragon.

Vulcan snorted smoke.

“Lykirī,” Levi commanded. “Mother told me your father’s dragon was the worst in the dragon pit.” Levi began removing Vulcan’s saddle and reigns.

“Meadow? He didn’t like the dragon pit?” Mikasa asked as she removed Kayda’s saddle. The dragon shook, happy to have the saddle off.

“It’s why Kiyomi had to agree that the dragon could be free over there. She may rule over ten kingdoms but Meadow will not listen when it comes to being trapped inside. Neither will Seaflames. Then again, she can’t fit in here,” Levi pulled Vulcan’s reins off.

“Do you think Meadow is happy there?” Mikasa asked as she pulled Kayda’s reins off.

“Meadow is happy wherever your father is.”

Mikasa bit her lip, “Carla said she knows my mother.”

“Not surprised. She’s close to my mother.” Levi took the saddle and reins from Mikasa after he pulled off Vulcan's saddle.

“Do you think she knows why my parents chose to stay there?”

Levi sighed, “why the sudden interest?”

Mikasa looked down, “no reason.”

“You’re lying but you’ve dealt with enough today.”

Kayda pressed her head into Mikasa’s back.

—--------------------

Those who had moved forward to the next day of jousting sat at their own table at the front of the banquet hall, right before the royal family.

They sat in the following order: Levi, Zeke, Reiner, Bertolt, Annie, Eren, Jean,a male knight Mikasa didn’t know the name of, Connie, Sasha, Colt, Falco, and two female knights that Mikasa didn’t know, Marcel, and Porco.

Mikasa wore a new crown to dinner as she had done the last three days.

Sasha had already begun to make plans for the design of Mikasa’s wedding crown.

“Levi looks absolutely thrilled to be up at that table,” Pieck snorted as she took a bite of food.

“I’m surprised Falco is up there,” Gabi muttered to herself.

“You should be up there,” Pieck said as she elbowed Hange.

“I haven’t competed in years. Besides, my luck the prize would be to be Captain of the Guard permanently,” Hange sighed.

“I still think you should be competing. You as well, Princess.”

Mikasa looked up from her food. “Oh. Well. I’m not the best at jousting. I would enjoy the melee competition.”

“Oh I would enter to fight you,” Pieck grinned.

“So sorry,” Armin said as he slid into the chair next to Mikasa.

“You don’t have to apologize to us,” Hange reassured Armin.

“Did Niccolo bring us any interesting information?” Pieck asked.

“No, but he did bring tarts. He’s not here for messaging actually. King Grisha requested him for the winner’s feast.”

“Niccolo is cooking the winner’s feast?” Gabi’s eyes lit up.

“It seems that way. Have you eaten his food, Princess Mikasa?” Armin asked her.

Mikasa shook her head.

“Niccolo makes the best food! It is a shame he’s all the way in the North,” Gabi sighed. “He always brings treats when he comes. The best lemon cakes.”

Mikasa’s eyes lit up. “Lemon cakes?”

“Oh yes. His lemon cakes are perfect. They’ll ruin anyone else’s for you. Lemon cakes are my favorite.”

“Mine as well,” Mikasa confessed.

“Really?”

Mikasa nodded.

“By the way, when you were fighting the prince, that move you did when you went the opposite direction right before it ended, were you planning on using his weight against him?”

“I…I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Too angry at the moment?”

Mikasa nodded.

“I get that way as well. Reiner is always scolding me for it. I have to say though, I am impressed with the Ackerman training. I’ve heard stories you know. It was great to see it in action. I was hoping to last long enough in the jousting part of the tournament to face Lord Ackerman.”

“It was your first tournament, Gabi. You’ll get a chance,” Pieck reassured her.

“You can always come to a tourney in the North. I’m sure we will host one once Eren and I are wed. It is a tradition. Levi always competes,” Mikasa added.

“Perhaps,” Gabi looked down at her food.

“Gabi, is something wrong?” Pieck asked.

“It’s nothing. I just have this feeling, this feeling that something is going to happen. Something is wrong. I feel it in the pit of my stomach,” Gabi confessed.

Hange stared at Gabi. “Braun, knight, armor,” they muttered to themself.

Gabi gave Hange a confused look.

“It’s nothing. I’m sure,” Hange muttered.

“What are they talking about?” Gabi asked Pieck.

“Dunno. It’s Hange. Could be anything. You still with us, Hange?” Pieck asked as she elbowed them.

“Huh? Yes. Sorry,” Hange said.

—————————-

“You should escort your future bride back to her room after dinner,” Jean said as he elbowed the prince.

Eren just looked over at him. “Are you on guard duty?”

“Always. Mostly to avoid Pieck,” Jean confessed.

Eren had to stop himself from rolling his eyes so instead he just stared at Jean.

“Don’t give me that look,” Jean muttered.

“Have you ever stopped to consider why you and Pieck act that way?” Eren asked.

“What? You get engaged and now you think you can…”

“Think I can what? I am simply stating the fact.”

“Asshole,” Jean muttered.

“Bastard,” Eren replied.

Jean picked up his glass and tipped it in Eren’s direction, “that was deserved.”

“How is your father?”

“A piece of shit like always.”

“Do you think he’ll show up for the feast?”

“He’ll show but he won’t speak to me unless I win something. Though I doubt with Levi and Zeke either of us will win the joust.”

“Who would crown if you won?”

“Princess Mikasa. Just to piss you off.”

“Of course you would.”

“I have to keep things interesting around here.”

“You’re such a prick.”

“And you’re going to get knocked off your horse tomorrow.”

Eren scoffed.

They both looked at their normal table. Laughter was erupting.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Jean asked.

“Nothing good if they’re laughing like that,” Eren muttered.

—------------------

“So I’m standing there, covered in mud and Hange looks at me like it’s my fault that we fell into the pigsty,” Pieck laughed.

“I told you the roof wasn’t sturdy!” Hange protested.

Mikasa laughed.

“How’d you get out of it?” Gabi asked as she sat up straighter.

“Well the ladies that were following us, they weren’t the smartest. So Hange and I ditched our armor and then just started covering ourselves in mud.”

“It smelled so bad,” Hange added.

“So we leaned against the back of this pigsty, hoping they wouldn't see us since we’re covered head to toe in mud.”

“And they didn’t. We stayed there for a while just hoping they would come back.”

The table laughed again.

Mikasa surprisingly felt a bit more comfortable than she thought would have been sitting here with people she didn’t know. Then again, it happened pretty often when she visited her aunt.

“Enough about us,” Pieck said as she waved her hand. “I want to hear about the princess,” Pieck grinned at Mikasa.

“Me?” Mikasa asked in shock.

“Yes, you. We know very little. Now you’re becoming a part of the royal family. As Prince Zeke’s oldest friend, I find the need to know about you as you are to be his sister.”

“Oh. Well. I’m…” Mikasa trailed off, trying to think about herself.

“You’re shy. Understandable. What’s your preferred weapon?” Pieck asked as she broke her roll in half.

“Sword,” Mikasa answered.

“Does your sword have a name?”

Mikasa shook her head, “I don’t have a valyrian steel sword yet.”

Hange frowned, “why not?”

“I haven’t decided on a design for the pommel,” Mikasa looked down, flushed, embarrassed.

“Not a dragon?” Pieck asked before stuffing the rest of her roll into her mouth.

“I…I don’t know.”

“At least you have a dragon for your sigil. I just have a knight. How am I supposed to have an interesting pommel for my sword?” Gabi complained.

Mikasa just smiled at Gabi.

—----------------

Eren was in his window again when Mikasa was flying after dinner.

“NO! NO! CORN! FENRIR!” Midnight screeched as before he began eating.

Fenrir growled at the crow.

Eren shook his head. Eren had yet to talk to Mikasa since they had been announced to be married. He should have made time. Should have used one of the many secret tunnels in the castle to visit her.

But he didn’t even know what to say to her.

It was partly because he still believed it would be better if they weren’t together. Eren still saw himself as undeserving of her, her love, if she could ever love him.

He was hoping there would be some way out of this marriage but then how would that look? Especially when his father had said they were a love match.

Eren wouldn’t embarrass Mikasa anymore but he wouldn’t seek her out either. He’d just do the bare minimum from here on out.

—--------------

Day three of the tournament went by in a blur.

Sasha took the archery competition.

Not only did she hit every single target but she also split any other arrows that were already on the bullseye.

Sadly, Sasha was knocked out of the jousting tournament that day. She wasn’t the only one. Connie, Porco, Marcel, Falco, and Colt were also out of the competition.

Dinner that night passed rather uneventfully. The table filling even more, they all traded stories while Zeke, Levi, Eren, Jean, Bertolt, Reiner, and Annie sat at the table for those still in the competition.

—-------------

The fourth day of the tournament was melee.

Levi won which surprised absolutely no one.

The jousting was cut down to the final top four: Levi, Zeke, Eren, and Reiner.

Annie had been knocked out by Zeke as he had managed to knock her off of her horse.

It had been a nasty fall that included the horse stepping on Annie’s leg. The Crown Prince had been noticeably worried about how Annie limped away.

Annie had had worse injuries. She took a hot bath, chewed willowbark for the pain. It was not too bad for Annie to handle.

She skipped going down to dinner that night, not feeling much like eating. Sasha and Mikasa had promised to bring back their rolls for her. It was unnecessary but if it made Sasha and Mikasa feel better, Annie had decided to endure it.

Her body needed rest. A nap would be good and then all would be fine, at least that is what Annie told herself.

Once she was in bed, there was a knock on the inner door. It could not be Mikasa and Sasha as they had just gone down for dinner.

Pulling on her dressing robe, Annie answered the door.

The familiar blonde man on the other side was the last person she was expecting to be there.

“I wanted to see how you were,” Armin replied as he ran a hand along the back of his neck.

“I’m fine,” Annie said as she looked down.

“Good. I…I was worried,” he confessed.

“I’ve had worse. I’ll be fine,” she shrugged.

“What about your leg?”

“There’s a nasty bruise forming but it’s not broken. The horse didn’t step down that hard. I think the horse got scared when it stepped on my leg, the uneven ground, you know. My shoulder hurts a bit but I’ll be fine.”

“Do you have anything for the pain?”

Annie nodded, “willowbark. It’s helping”

“Good. I am glad. I was…I was worried.”

“You said that,” Annie muttered.

“I wanted to come sooner but…”

“You worried about being seen. It would be bad for you…”

“No!” Armin cut her off. “No. I was on guard duty for the king. Hange and I both were, otherwise I would have come sooner.”

“It’s fine, Armin. I don’t expect anything from you anymore. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to get some rest,” Annie closed the door, too quickly for Armin to stop it.

Annie listened to his retreating footsteps before she crawled back into bed.

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After dinner, two dragon roars echoed through the palace courtyard.

Seaflames and Blaze had landed.

Everyone had rushed out of the banquet hall to greet the other two Ackermans.

“Mother?” Levi asked as Kuchel climbed down off of Seaflames.

“The Arlerts are watching the North. I heard you made it to the final round,” Kuchel said as she hugged her son. “Suvion,” she whispered in his ear.

Levi frowned.

Ice?

Why was his mother talking to him about….?

Levi’s eyes grew wide.

Ice.

The others.

“Suvio perzō vāedar,” Levi whispered. The song of ice and fire was going to happen, whether they were ready or not.

“Issa,” Kuchel nodded, confirming it.. “We are here for you though.”

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Seaflames had taken residence on top of the dragon pit.

No one argued with the dragon, no one even dared to point it out.

Seaflames refused to go inside but it seemed she was perfectly fine where she was.

Kenny, Grisha, Kuchel, Levi, Carla, and Dina gathered inside of the dragon pit.

Kenny unrolled the burlap he had wrapped around the sword.

A sword of pure ice lay in front of them. It was a strange type of ice. It seemed to be radianting cold from the strange blue color.

“We found four of these near the mountains, not where the wild dragons are,” Kenny said as he pulled off a glove. He held up his hand, there was what looked like a burn on his hand. “That is from the ice.”

“It burns?” Dina asked as she stared at the sword.

“Yes, it can’t be destroyed by regular fire. Only thing that seems to destroy it is dragon fire. Makes a lot of fucking noise when it crashes against valyrian steel, something like an animal dying,” Kenny explained. “We tested it.”

“It’s happening, isn’t it? What all the old tales talk about,” Carla asked as she stepped closer to the sword.

“It is,” Kuchel confirmed.

“What do we do?” Dina asked.

“They haven’t crossed the mountains yet. They can’t but they are stirring. I don’t understand why they didn’t build the wall. All the lore I can find just says Skagos Sygerrik. Stone deceiver. Whatever that means,” Kuchel informed them.

“My family couldn’t figure it out either. It’s in the Old Tongue. It makes little sense,” Dina said.

“I say we destroy the sword, use the tournament as an excuse for Kuchel and Kenny being here, and then continue to keep watch on both the Tyburs and the Others,” Grisha ordered.

“I agree,” Kenny put the glove back on his hand. He picked up the sword, everyone followed him out of one of the backrooms. He threw the sword in front of Blaze. “Dracarys,” Kenny ordered as he stepped back.

Kayda and Vulcan flew into the air.

Blaze let out a roar before blasting the sword with dragon fire, burning the grass down as well. The sword melted into nothing.

All that was left was a burn mark on the ground.

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