Siren124

     You walked down the cold, dark, empty street. It was late, and you had been at your friends house. But since she got sick and didn't seem like she'd be feeling better any time soon, you were forced to walk home. You were mad that you had to walk such a long distance to get to your apartment, but you also felt sorry for your friend.    Despite the creepy aura of the place, you felt calm. You were in the safe part of the city, so you knew that no one would jump you or anything. But of course, you did have to pass the bad part of town, and that's when you got nervous.    You were walking passed an ally when you heard shuffling noises,

The young woman stands on the south side of Wall Sina, looking out to the world beneath her feet. A gentle breeze, breaking up the heat radiating from the sun, is welcomed against her hot skin. Her long hair and ground-length dress is rustled gently, and she can feel the wind on her feet. Raising her eyesight a bit, she focuses on the furthest greenery she can, trees buried way beyond Wall Maria in land forbidden to voyagers. Her lips push out in a slight pout as her gaze moves even further upwards, towards a sight she hadn’t thought she’d seen in about forever. One of the ravens has returned. The young woman turns on her foot a

WARNING: This is a Yandere!Fic and there are dark/Yandere themes in this chapter. This is purely fiction, but please bear that in mind. Thank you. “Haven't you showered? You're starting to smell.” I've been training hard for the past two hours out under the baking sun. What do you expect? Besides, you didn't even smell at all. Yes, you were sweaty. But there was nothing particularly unpleasant about it. Hell, it was sort of like a badge of honor in this place. Proof that you'd worked yourself to the bone for the sake of the Survey Corps. Jean was just saying that because he was Jean, and Jean was a Class A dickhead to you approx

stay in his good graces. “Is something wrong, my love?” Ferid wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and resting his chin on your shoulder. You ignore the sickening feeling of his ice-cold hands and emit a quiet “no.” His lips find your neck and pepper a few pecks here and there. You occasionally feel the smooth surface of his teeth, bared against your skin, though you know he won’t dare draw any blood. He’d made it clear that the last thing he’d want to do is hurt you (at least intentionally.) He kisses you one last time before leaving your side. You turn around to