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Jon Snow let his eyes sweep over the cold wasteland before him. It had been months since he had come here to the Night's Watch, knowing as a bastard child, he had no place in his father, Ned Stark's, land of Winterfell. A shiver slid up his spine and he pulled his fur lined coat closer. No matter what he wore he could never stay warm here, and if he wore more cloth, he would not only be unable to move freely, he would also be laughed out by all the senior members. Glancing up at the sun, he guessed he had about another hour on guard duty before he could return to the barracks and get something warm to eat. His eyes roamed over the pure white

“Oi, [First] what did you get for question three?” “Get fucked, Jaeger.” Ah, Eren. For all his gall and smart-mouthed comments, he never could get the answers to simple problems. Truthfully, he was actually kind of an idiot. But you weren’t paying attention to his ramblings; your mind was occupied with something far more interesting. And illegal. Damn, if your parents knew you were hot for your teacher they’d surely disown you. It wasn’t as if it was... bad. He was twenty-three; you were eighteen, so the gaps between your ages weren’t that big. It was simply a matter of him being a teacher

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eukcZ5J-3Hc ~     The fierce flames kindling about the blackened wood of the torch mounted on the stone sent an amber hue to settle upon the barren and isolated room, it's only inhabitant chained to the gravel wall, circular scars staining with wrists crimson and violet, and lilac crescents decorating the skin beneath his ashen silver hues. The flicker of the few fires set about the room to make his living space a bit more brighter shone in his eyes, leaving embers of honey in their wake as they traveled over his grey orbs. His clothing was tattered and tarnished, streaks of mud and

You giggled to yourself where no one else could see you, after curfew in the corner of the library, looking down at the sheer embarrassing words you had scrawled on the small pieces of paper Hanji had forced upon you. She wanted everyone to loosen up through her old, normally Christmas tradition, of writing two wishes on separate pieces of paper before placing them in a box which was supposedly meant to make them come true. Not that you believed that sort of thing, but everyone needed it after the last expedition despite it being over two months ago. Folding the paper closed and sealing it with the small sticker Hanji had further shoved into

Warning: There are a few swear words used in this section... You wake up writhing in your bed. “Not again,” you mumble to yourself kicking off the sheets.  You were covered in a cold sweat and your pajamas were twisted all around you, the top two buttons of your nightshirt had somehow come undone. This is getting ridiculous.  I’ve got to find some way to get over this…this thing I have for Commander Eriwn.  It’s just not right.  He’s my superior for fuck sake! You stand up from your bed and throw your robe on, telling yourself that a late night walk through the barracks would be just

The door creaked to a close and you found yourself hearing a certain male draw near you. The tapping of his boots stopped where you sat on his desk. It was Levi. You shuffled around and grinned at him but he only stared down upon your itty-bitty figure before extending his hand to you. “You'll be staying with Hanji.” “Eh? O-Oh! Did Hanji say she wanted to take care of me? Ehehe...I actually want to s-stay with you, Levi...Ya know, for old times sake except vice versa..” Your cheeks began to heat up and your fingers intertwined from the shyness gathering in your belly. “No. I want you to stay with Hanji. I hav