Persephon-e

As corny as it sounded, the melancholic loneliness of the silent snow-covered landscape seemed to encapsulate (R/n)’s mood perfectly. She stared out of the small, frosted window for what felt like hours, doing absolutely nothing but staring at the icy raindrops as they crawled down the glass. With a hopeless sigh, (R/n) bought her head to rest on the top of her textbook, which was splayed open to the same page as it had been 2 hours ago. She couldn’t help it; she just simply couldn’t bring herself to progress with her study. The letters simply jumbled incomprehensively in front of her eyes when she tried to focus and read

Levi couldn't help but feel absolutely consumed with jealousy. His pedantically clean teeth gritted as he saw his (y/n), his lover, his everything doting over someone who was not him. Was (y/n) cheating? No. Would (y/n) ever hurt him on purpose? No. Was Levi's raging jealousy unnecessary and unfounded? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. This was the fifth time that Levi had caught (y/n) adjusting Commander Erwin’s shirt collar. The close proximity that the two were in made Levi’s stomach turn, the way Erwin’s cheeks reddened slightly at (y/n)’s nearness also made Levi want to be sick, but Levi’s top reason for his ve

You felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around you from behind, making your skin flush with warmth. The feeling was certainly welcome to your cold body. You'd taken off the fluffy blanker that you had draped around your shoulders and wrapped it around the bundle in your arms instead. You didn't care if you got a chill, as long as your newborn child was snuggly and warm. "(Y/n), come back inside. You'll catch a chill. And so will baby." Jean hummed, pressing a loving kiss against your cheek. "Come back to bed." You smiled gently, but didn't move. "Give me 10 minutes, Jean. Then I'll go back inside, I swear." Jean moaned and nuzzled his face i

Words could never describe the agonising rush of ice and acid that seemed to pulse through your veins and sprinkle your skin like morning raindrops. You looked at your dress, blood, Bertholdt's blood, seeping through the lace and silk, licking against your skin like liquid fire and staining your body red. You wanted to scream, to cry, to fall to your knees... but how could you? You watched, never moving, never making a sound, as everything around you began to run in slow-motion. Bertholdt gripped onto his opened neck with both hands, trying to hold his life together. But you knew he wouldn't be able to, he wouldn't be able to live. More and

Bertholdt focused all of his attention on the litter of old bread crumbs on the table, occasionally grinding them between his fingers to give the illusion that he was doing something other than sitting awkwardly by himself. His head was bowed to avoid eye contact with anyone in the dining hall, as well as conceal his pink face. He just couldn't help turning a bit red when he thought abou-- "HEY, LANKY!" Bertholdt nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the sudden impact of a heavy weight next to him. He let out an undignified squeak at the unexpected movement, even though he knew Reiner would come eventually. "J-Jesus, Reiner." Bertholdt

You couldn't pinpoint the exact second, hour or day that Bertholdt's kisses began tasting like cherries rather than vinegar and blood, but the change had occurred. Even his once unappealing, feverous bear hugs now seemed like nothing more than typical loving embraces. At some point in time, you stopped flinching and started reciprocating, even wanting. When you first realized how much you had adapted to your environment, it frightened you to no end. But now... Now it just felt right. You didn't feel guilty nor stupid when you silenced the section in your mind that was still desperately screaming. Screaming for you to open your eyes, screamin

A nervous lump began to manifest in your throat as you anxiously swallowed the clad of sleep-tasting saliva dancing on your tongue. Your breath hitched as you apprehensively reached your hand out to clasp the note. Trembling fingers grasped the paper firmly as your eyes scanned the messy black words, your mind dreading the worst. "To my sweet angel, My heart wishes for nothing more than to stay forever, never leaving these walls, never leaving you, never letting my fingers do anything but touch your skin... Alas, life is a cruel beast, and I must leave you for now. I beg you not to worry about me; I'll come back to you as soon as I can. You

Kyra sank deeper and deeper into the black, oily sludge that surrounded her paralysed body. Her desperate brain cried out to every inch of her, but the feverish commands just didn't seem to travel down her nerves. Determination began blending into utter hopelessness as Kyra continued her descent downwards through the thick, all-consuming liquid. It felt disgusting and filthy against her shivering skin. She was drowning, slowly but surely, in the hungry sea of black. Her senses became overwhelmed by the inescapable horror around her, the horrid sharp scent of metal, death and dirt combined with the taste of brimstone and salt in her dry, gapin

With an exhausted guttural moan, Francis Bonnefoy ran his shaking fingers through his uncombed, unwashed mat of golden locks. He couldn't understand the constant commotion rumbling inside his belly, nor could he make any sense of the blurry pandemonium that his mind had melted into. It was 2am on a Wednesday night, well, now a Thursday morning, and his body completely and utterly refused to sleep. Again. And Francis knew damn well that it would be around 5am, when his body would be on the verge of collapse and his brain would be absolutely begging for a wink of rest, before he could finally close his eyes for a couple of hours, before waking

No matter how hard you tried to think of something, of anything, else, the only thing running through your mind was how disgusting his blistering hot sweat felt against your quivering back. He held you tight against his chest, his arms slimy from exertion and as strong as steel. Your back arched against him as your exhausted body persisted in struggling, your skin wanting nothing else but to escape Bertholdt's oppressive arms. There was no point. Bertholdt deflected and ignored every kick, punch and bite you attempted inflicting upon him. It didn't take long for your body to completely shut down from exhaustion. Your limbs became too limp an