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A knock on the door ripped Rahel out of her stupor and she turned her head to the door. For a moment, she thought it was her imagination. Half a bottle of booze gone and she couldn't tell if the knock was real or not. Maybe, she thought, maybe it's her. She's strong, she walked out of the medical bay herself, Acacia came to her room to stay the night just like she used to. That had to be it. Rahel was sloppy when she pulled herself off the floor, setting the bottle onto the table inside the room on her way to the door. As she reached for the handle, the door swung outward. Rahel had to crane her head to look up at the commander before her, e

The sweltering heat was almost too much to bear. The several layers of their uniforms seemed to create a cocoon of heat. Despite how uncomfortable it was, it would not keep them from training until the bells rang for dinner. Time was not to be wasted when each moment could very easily be their last. That fact was cemented only a few months before when the wall was breached by the colossal titan. Although many lives were lost, many lives were also created. The fragility of their world was clear and the impermanence of life was far more pronounce. Five years of peace had spoiled them. Acacia, though still recovering, stepped up to the commande

“What are you doing here?” Tibor hurriedly fixed his top, fastening the intricate buttons around the alabaster lace patterns while he glared at the taller dark haired man who had stepped into his room and fastened the lock. “I needed to see you.” The soldier straightened up and tugged at the hem of his jacket, medals clinking against each other as though they themselves were fighting for dominant display on his uniform. “If my father comes in and you’re here he’ll-“ A sudden force pressed the small prince against the wall, the button he had been fastening ripped away and clinked on the hardwo

Hot. Blazing. Sweltering. Boiling. Feverish. It was beauty in its most primal form. Lips crashing, bruising, leaving marks on the sultry skin of the neck, suckling the beads of water from the wonderful skin. Red, inflamed with passion and the heat of the moment. The taller of the two pushed silken ebony locks away from the flesh, full lips pressing against a pulsing vein, sucking, and nipping at the succulent flesh. Desire fogged the mind and clouded the world around them. All there was anymore was the heavy breathing of the shorter guitarist, the light moans of need and desire, the droplets of rain falling onto the two males, soaking them