Enemy Kingdoms (Colt Grice x Reader) (Attack on Titan)

(Chapter 5) - Disloyal

You finally reached his place, and he politely opened the door for you, revealing an older, slender woman, washing some dishes.

"Ah! Colt, welcome home honey! Ah and I see you brought a lovely woman! What shall I call you by dear?"

"Pat. Her name is Pat mama," said Colt with his charming smile.

Mama? This boy calls his mom, mama? Aw, that's adorable!

"Pat, this is my mom, mom this is Pat"

"Hello honey," the woman smiled and gave you a tight embrace.

You noticed that the little band on your arm was the same color as her's and she noticed aswell.

"Hi, miss Grice, it's a pleasure to meet you! You huffed her back and chuckled.

"Well, I already put dinner away in the fridge but I'm sure you had already eaten, that's what Falco said at least, well, is she staying here for the night?"

Colt sighed, "yes mama, she's sleeping with me tonight."

"Oh my! Sleeping with each other, all I ask is that you wear protection young man! And please, my girl, go easy on him, battle was pretty rough, at least I heard. He got really drunk after, it must've been a pretty hard time!"

"Of course mom, and I really am fine, my wounds have clears up."

She smiled, "just making sure, you two have a fun time, and tell me the details afterwards, alright!"

"Mama!" Yelled Colt.

"I'm kidding, but you two be careful, I mean it!"

Colt, patted you on the back and walked forward to give his mom a forhead kiss, before grabbing your hand and pulling you two his bedroom.

On the way, you saw Falco reading a book, ans the young boy noticed you as you quickly walked by him and into Colt's bedroom.

His room was an average teenage boy's room, but he had his uniforms and his gun in the corner of his room, and the window was open.

Also, we're a few drawings of different body parts on his wall and on his desk.

"An artist?" You giggled.

"Yeah, I've been drawing ever since I can remember, I obviously got better with practice, and I stick with charcoals.

You noticed right by his bed was a drawing of a beautiful curvy woman, lying on a bed in the nude.

"Who's that?" You pointed ar the drawing, and continued, "and why is she right next to your bed?"

This made his whole face turn red, and he coughed out, "well, (Y/N), on one of my military travels I accidentally walked into to a bar, and there I saw her, lying with a bunch of men. Also at the time, I had major art block, and trust me, I didn't have ma t options."

You started blushing, and without speaking, you quietly said, "why don't you draw me like one of them?"

His face turned frozen, "you want me to, draw you in the nude? I mean I'll do if, just let me grab some charcoal."

He shook his head and started looking in a drawer.

As he was looking away, you took your clothes off, and laid down on a couch that was in his room.

As he looked back, his mouth widened, "you're stunning... (Y/N). Your body is just how I imagined... uhhh, forget what I just said.

You laughed, and he took out his sketchbook and began to follow the curves of tote body with his eyes.