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i rewatched mha for the first time since literally middle school and YEAH ok sure ive been making a lot of anime fanart recently BUT in my defense your honor he is my son and i love him. speedpaint under the cut cause i actually bothered to export the recording this time

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Can you do more Marcel Galliard? Still modern AU but during his twenties and soulmate au, how will he react and how will he approach her? Especially if she's a complete opposite of him, reserved, quiet and spend most of her days in the library?

Marcel Galliard | modern soulmate au

summary: Marcel Galliard x fem!reader, modern au, soulmate au (what happens to the body of one person happens to the body of the other: injuries, bruises, scratches, tattoos, etc.)

wc: 3.2k

Marcel doesn't like it. He doesn't like the fact that everyone is gossiping about him. He doesn't like that a lot of girls are sighing because of him. He doesn't like that some of them secretly dream that he is their destiny. Oh, and he also doesn't like that the person he can truly love is tied to him by some higher power. Soulmates, is that what they call it? He hates that he can't even get a tattoo – it will stay on another person's body. And he's ashamed in advance. He's ashamed of every scar he received during the matches, for every clumsy fall. And he's ashamed of that stupid scar that the kitchen stove left him too.

Marcel has never seriously thought about finding his soulmate. It was not a principle, it was not a goal. Unlike his brother, who went to numerous tricks to find his destiny, Marcel just… was. He was just Marcel Galliard.

What does it mean? He played soccer, spent his evenings at the bar with the guys, worked part-time at an amusement park, and honestly didn't know what to do with his life. Football used to be the meaning of his existence, but now he didn't even know what he wanted.

And at a critical moment, when everything seemed meaningless, as his mother had said in childhood, fate decided to throw him a gift.

The family dinner scheduled for the evening was abruptly canceled. Their mother got into trouble at work and, running away from home, she asked Marcel to warn his brother that everything was canceled. Where could Porco be found at this time? Not at home, that's for sure. Not during the pre-exam period. So, Marcel went to the place where his brother was supposed to be. To the library.

Throughout his years of study, Marcel had been there once, but Porco hung out there with friends all days. Whether it was Pieck's fault, or just the younger brother's desire to be smarter than the older one, Marcel didn't care. But now the library seemed to him… cozy? Rows of tables, old books on equally old shelves, dim lights and absolute silence. Marcel himself didn't understand how he stopped in front of one of the shelves, captured by the most collapsed book. It must have been at least 100 years old.

"Be careful, it's a rarity. If something falls out of it, your head will be twisted off," came from the side, which made Marcel flinch violently. The book in his hands swayed, but he managed to grab it before something terrible could happen.

A quiet exhale. Marcel looked up and froze. He probably looked like an idiot when he stood there with his mouth comically open and his eyes as wide as possible. She was like... wow. He couldn't find the words to describe her. Comfort, home, warmth – the only thing that flashed through his mind before he realized that he was openly staring.

"Sorry?" he answered sluggishly, returning the book. The girl smiled out of the corners of her lips, taking a step back.

"There's nothing to apologize for, just be careful," and she disappeared among the rows of books. Marcel stared blankly at the side where she was standing for a few more seconds, and felt a silly smile spread wide across his face.

He seems to have found something to do for the life.

But it wasn't that simple. The guys, with whom Marcel shared this wonderful story the very next day, just grinned. The girl wasn't from his usual social circle. She was always seen alone, never in company. There was no point in talking about parties or loud get-togethers.

She was different. Quiet, modest, detached. All she seemed to do was read and spend time in the library.

“You don't have anything to catch with her, look for someone else,” they kept saying, but Marcel had already decided. He wanted to know what was so amazing about this girl. He was indescribably attracted to her, and this was more important than the opinions of numerous friends.

Marcel wasn't used to thinking for long. Much more important for him were actions, sometimes stupid and unjustified. Where did she go most often? Who did she talk to? What did her social media look like? Her hobbies, interests, and outlook on life have become a real obsession. But to get to know a person better, you need to communicate with them one-on-one. And Marcel decided not to put it off.

There were many reasons for going to the library, and he took advantage of every one. He acted without a clear plan, the only goal was to get closer.

They bumped into each other a week later. Marcel came across her in one of the reading rooms and froze. He didn't know what to do or say again. So he just pulled back the chair and settled into it with some kind of textbook. He pretended not to pay attention, although it was difficult to sit still without action.

"Do you come here often?" It suddenly burst out of him after some 2 minutes. The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, barely looking up from her reading.

“Hello? Almost every day, if I'm not busy," she gave him a quick glance and immediately returned to reading. "You're definitely not a frequent visitor here."

"Why do you thunk so?"

"You're an athlete, you have other priorities," she nodded at his sweatshirt with the logo of the football team and hurried to lower her eyes. Marcel looked surprised. One might even say offended. He was infuriated by such judgments. He was never stupid.

"You're wrong," he said, putting down the book, and leaned forward. "Let me prove that not all athletes are complete cretins and dumbasses."

"I didn't say that," she seemed to shrink under the bright flash of Marcel's emotions. He felt instantly ashamed, but it was too late to turn back.

"But you've thought about it." Marcel's face changed, the crease between his eyebrows smoothed out, and he brightened up. "Why don't you like athletes?"

A risky decision. She thought about it. She put some paper in a book, put it aside along with a pencil, which she had been nervously clutching in her hand. This sudden сonversation partner would not leave her alone.

"I didn't say I don't like them," and a slight smile. "Are they… you? You're cool, you do your job, everyone loves and adores you. It's just that intellectual work is more valuable to me than kicking a ball around the field."

"So you wouldn't fall in love with an athlete guy," Marcel drawled to himself and immediately hurried to shut up. The blush on the face opposite abruptly turned from light pink to more aggressive one.

The girl chuckled, returning to the book. Marcel seems to have hit a dead end. Not knowing what to do next, he decided to switch to a backup plan: escape. He took his book with him and buried face in his phone. And after a few minutes of silence, he slid off his seat and hurried to the exit.

"Who knows?" she drawled faintly after him.

Marcel did not hear this, nor did he hear agreement with his question. He also didn't want to admit it to himself, but his ears were on fire and his heart was pounding fast in his chest, clearly telling him something. And he didn't want to miss this "something" at all.

Month. Marcel was restless for a month. And he behaved, as Porco said, completely out of his character. He spent hours poring over books, skipped workouts, and abandoned his usual ways of relaxing. No bars, alcohol, parties in large companies and drunken brawls, as it was before.

But that's what Marcel didn't give up on – cooking. It helped him to relax, to find time to think about something abstract.

As he sliced cheese for homemade pizza, he wasn't thinking about the thickness of the slice or even the fact that the knife was too close to his fingers. He was thinking about what they had discussed with that girl yesterday. They saw each other too often, she never left his head for a second. That's why he did everything he could to be there for her.

They sort of bumped into each other on the way out of the library – Marcel was coming from a part-time job, she was going to return to her place after another study session. He didn't mention that he had been watching her for a couple of days before, finding out the time when she was coming home. It looked scary, but there was no other way. Surprised by the meeting, he offered to walk together.

He saw her off and helped her carry a couple of books. And if he tried, he wouldn't remember what they were talking about. But he would definitely have remembered her eyes, looking either with interest or with incomprehension, the shine of her hair in the light of lanterns and the tenderest of smiles.

She was talking about some kind of test, about the conflict of the characters in the book she had just finished. Marcel was joking incongruously and felt his heart beating in his throat. In his place, any other guy would have walked her to the door and, taking advantage of one of the awkward pauses, would have kissed her for sure. And then – according to the standard scenario.

But she wasn't the one to pull off this scheme with. She was a real gem, so unusual. Marcel suppressed his indignation. Yes, somewhere deep, he might have wanted everything to be simpler. To her to be open, less complicated and inaccessible. But it was selfishness. And Marcel pushed these thoughts away. She was complicated, but he wasn't a gift either. But he firmly believed that at one moment their opposites would still attract. By all rights, this should have happened.

"Ouch!" the knife didn't go through the cheese. The wound wasn't deep, but it was unpleasant. Marcel applied a band-aid and forgot about it.

The next day, he noticed that his new friend was slightly grimacing, holding a book. And then he saw a cute pink patch on the index finger of her left hand.

"What happened?" he nodded his head towards her hand. She just waved it away.

"My soulmate is a real disaster," she shyly pulled the sleeve of her hoodie over her fingers so that Marcel wouldn't stare at them like that. Such attention from him was nice, but still not worth it. "I usually had bruises all over my body, or worse. But recently he stopped getting hurt so often, a couple of bruises in a month and here's a scratch."

"Your soulmate is definitely lucky," Marcel chuckled. "I don't think you're causing him much inconvenience."

"Sometimes it seems to me that fate threw some athlete at me just to laugh," she shrugged, settling herself more comfortably. Marcel chuckled, remembering their first conversation. Of course, she wasn't talking about him now, but about a certain fate. And that was probably a shame.

And only after saying goodbye, on the way home, Marcel stopped abruptly. A slight chill ran down his spine. He slowly raised his left hand and stared at the tiny scar on his index finger. In the same place where she had a band-aid. It can't be. It was just a coincidence.

But the obsession wouldn't leave him. All those times when Marcel found himself with small bruises were spinning in his mind. They were all frivolous, rather random. There was always every little thing that was normal for a quiet, not very active person. She was like that.

But how to check? To harm humself purposefully meant to harm her too. It was too disgusting of him. The idea came naturally, and Marcel decided not to give it up.

They agreed to meet at a coffee shop near the city center. To sit and chat in a new location. Moreover, Marcel tearfully promised that it definitely wouldn't be a date. Necessarily. She agreed only after his promises.

Still, Marcel was still an athlete, he hangs out with the cool guys, and she was just worried. They talked for quite a long time. He showed himself to be a good one, he turned out to be smart and reasonable, he was able to listen and analyze people. He also understood lots of psychology topics, and in many ways he opened her eyes to things. He saw the world in a different way, and that was what attracted her to him. Not to mention an excellent sense of style (not football merch, not that), beauty and charisma. He had a lot of it. But the inner fear of being deceived was high. Therefore, she still treated him with caution.

They took a seat at the back of the room. As usual they discussed the latest news, and the pause dragged on. She was looking at the busy street, at the interior, and he was staring at her. He had completely forgotten about the coffee, which had been set aside at the very beginning of the conversation.

"Your favorite book?" Marcel suddenly asked, leaning forward. Elbows on the table, hands locked, chin on top. And the most open look. She thought about it for some time.

"The most? That's for life? There's one," she named it, briefly walked through the plot. The delight in her words, the interest, the sparkling eyes. Marcel would have listened to it a thousand times just to see her so excited.

When she was distracted by a sudden call, he hurriedly added the title of the book to a note with the laconic title "her" in his phone. He put it down again. Their meeting was interrupted by something from the outside. She apologized to Marcel, promising that she would try to repeat such a meeting later.

She cheerfully waved goodbye to him and ran away. Marcel moved in the opposite direction, towards the bookstore. He found her favorite book quickly, and spent the whole night reading it, highlighting quotes and meanings. He hardly felt cheerful in the morning, but he was more happy.

Porco, who ran into him at breakfast, stared in amazement at the burnt scrambled eggs on Marcel's plate.

"Are you sick?" Porco asked, touching his forehead.

"I think so," Marcel waved his hand, without looking up from the phone. He had a busy day ahead of him. He had only one thing on his mind.

"Your teammates asked yesterday when you would return to them," Porco carefully looked at Marcel's face, but saw nothing but the same pleased face. "Marcel! Are you even interested?"

"So far, I'm worried about something else. I need to find a soulmate right away, otherwise I'm going to go crazy," Marcel said without changing in his face. Porco gasped for air. Marcel? Soulmates? Something strange was happening to his older brother, and he didn't understand it.

"Good luck with that."

"You're quieter than usual today," she gently touched Marcel's hand, drawing attention. He slowly raised his eyes.

They met at this coffee shop again in a couple of days. They had been sitting together for half an hour, but there was nothing but a hug on his part. The silence was comfortable, but she felt that something was wrong. Either something terrible happened to him, or he was just tired. Or maybe he just didn't want to talk today.

But the night before, they had spent several hours discussing a recently released film, and he was quite talkative and wouldn't let her get a word in. But now it's nothing. It was annoying.

"Yeah? Maybe," he shrugged. He was holding the same book she had told him about. He was trying to figure out what exactly had hooked her about it. He also showed off a little. I am attentive and caring, I hear you.

"Is something wrong?"

"With me? No, it's fine."

And silence again.

She tried to return to the task she had been doing before, but she couldn't concentrate. The letters did not add up to words, the meaning passed by. She seemed to be thinking only of Marcel and the strange change in his behavior. It would have been better if he had been foolishly joking and interrupting again. It's better than this silence, anyway.

She slammed the laptop's lid shut and set it aside. Marcel, attracted by such abruptness, hurried to put down the book. All his attention was focused on her. But from the look in his eyes, it seemed like he was expecting something. She sighed, trying to find something to hold onto to start a dialogue.

"I'm sorry, I forgot myself last time," she smiled, glancing at the book that Marcel had put down a minute earlier. "What's your favorite book?"

"Wow! Have you started thinking of me as a normal human?" Marcel pretended to be very surprised. She lowered her eyes, nervously fiddled with her fingers.

"I thought so from the beginning," she muttered to the side. "A stupid person wouldn't be so persistent. And he certainly wouldn't be an interesting conversationalist. You're comfortable."

"I'm flattered," he pretended to cover himself with hand, like a lady from a chivalrous novel. She laughed back, covering her face with her hand. And at that moment, he saw that there was something vaguely resembling a tattoo under the long sleeve of her t-shirt.

"Wait a minute! What is it?" He pointed his finger towards her right hand, and she beamed. But Marcel's heart began to pound somewhere in his throat. Really?

"I forgot to tell you. My soulmate got himself a tattoo with a quote from my favorite book. There are such coincidences!" she rolled up her sleeve to reveal the entire tattoo.

Marcel wanted to laugh. He pulled off his hoodie in one motion and stayed in his tank top. There was an identical tattoo on his right arm, in the same place. She gasped. Marcel's smile widened even more. Apart from the noise in his head and the pounding of his own heart, he couldn't hear anything else. She smiled nervously, leaning closer. She ran her fingers over the tattoo, tracing the letters.

"So we met," he laughed anyway, opening his arms for a hug.

And those hugs turned out to be much better than he imagined them to be. Gentle, tremulous. He could feel her heart pounding. She laughed softly into his shoulder, hiding her tears of happiness. Marcel lightly kissed her temple before nuzzling her shoulder as she did.

"This is the most unexpected plot twist of all," she whispered, pulling away.

"I'd say classic," he shrugged and slowly bent down to her face.

Seconds of contemplation, an attempt to memorize every little thing, every mole and wrinkle. Her eyes, still shining, stared openly into his. He slowly bent down and their lips finally met. A slow, soft kiss, without unnecessary stress and fervor, brought Marcel back to reality.

She answered him. It was all true. When he pulled back to look at her again, she pulled him into a new equally sweet kiss.

Marcel has finally found the meaning of his existence. To be with her. To be close. And he was happy.

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happy hew year, guys

love u so so much, wish that this year would be good, better, the best

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Can u do modern au Marcel Galliard?

Marcel Galliard | modern au headcanons

wc: 800

he is the heart of the company; if you accidentally left him alone with unknown people, then be sure that when you return, you will find him in the center, telling some story

he is definitely an athlete: hockey, football, rugby, whatever

not a captain, because he is too emotional and sometimes can't keep his mouth shut

he is really smart, he has no problems understanding college/university material, only with written papers, which he sometimes forgets to hand in

he's popular with girls, but he doesn't make a big deal out of it

as a child, he forced his parents to buy them a dog, and he takes care of it himself

It's some kind of big, but very kind breed

golden retriever energy

a music lover, listens to everything from popular heavy bands to underground performers with two songs recorded in the garage

he once studied guitar, gave up because he got bored

but he still has a guitar, and sometimes he takes it out and plays the two songs he has learned

he can call himself stylish

always looks good, with perfect styling and clean hair

he will spend time in the shower even if he is late

even the sporty style of clothing looks somehow elegant on him

he pays attention to accessories: rings, chains, other stuff

his ear is pierced, he always wears somerhing small and not realle brightful

definitely tried smoking and drinking, eventually stopped on alcohol, but not a lots of it

in general in many ways for a healthy lifestyle; sometimes runs in the mornings before classes

he has a group of "popular" friends at school, with whom they occupy one of the most comfortable tables in the dining room and hang out there during lunch

don't think that he's an asshole, no, he can help, prompt, and be kind, he hanging out with "cool guys" just to distract and save status

although it's hard to call him really "kind", especially if you don't know him well enough; he likes to put on the mask of an unapproachable person with a difficult character

with people he doesn't like he is cold, silent, will say two words and lose interest

but with close people, a smile on his face 90% of the time

he loves his family, even his brother, with whom they have been quarreling since childhood (his most of all, in fact)

since childhood, he has been haunted by the nightmare that he is losing his family, often waking up in tears because of this

after such dreams, he walks around sad all day and tries to be closer to his loved ones, Porco allows him to stay in his room in the evening so that Marcel doesn't feel lonely

Marcel's room is full of his various achievements, from gratitude letters to medals and cups

next to all this, there are definitely some old posters of bands that he doesn't even listen to

sometimes, in order to fall asleep better, he turns on something from heavy loud music to relieve stress (exactly until the moment when the evil Porco appears in the room because he was woken up by the noise)

he is allowed to take the car, he drives very carefully

a teenage rebellion? well, he tried to run away from home a couple of times, slammed the door loudly twice and walked around with a sullen face, but he quickly stopped. it's not his style

he cooks!!! like a god!!!

he can cook everything from simple sandwiches to complex recipes for restaurant dishes

he doesn't really like fast food because he believes that everything from there can be cooked at home

in the warm time of a year he moves only on roller skates

works at an amusement park in his spare time

don't invite him to watch a movie, he's very likely already watched it before and will be spoiling all the time

he read a lot as a child. when he grew up, his interests changed

the most supportive of friends; if someone weaker is offended, he will go to figure it out and, if it is not possible to resolve the issue with words, he will switch to fists

yeah, he will have problems afterwards, but his honor is protected

he has accounts on social networks, not the most active; he can be silent there for six months, and then posts a hundred things in one day

one photo avatar for all occasions (password too)

in general, he is a very kind, versatile guy with his own little problems and disadvantages, which are clearly fewer

author: thanks for this question a lot!!! it was a small, but very funny thinking process, maybe will do other guys from aot in this way too because it’s really interesting to think how they will be in our reality

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rlly wanna say that I’m glad that I opened this sn this year, it’s the most suitable place for me to share everything that interests me, to share my texts, my headcanons and so, so

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I really love the whole series of "mighty ducks", but the third film is the most emotional and interesting as for me

the D3 is a classic of its kind: an academy, a closed space, there are bullies, there are weak ones and there are those who fight back against these bullies

and then there is a cool conflict of interests, fascination with old ideals and rejection of new ones. there is a "cyclicity" within one character (I'm looking at you, Adam) who goes through the same path that he had in the first film, only a stricter one. there is a real tragedy that breaks everything, but in at the same time, it serves as a real glue for everything that has managed to break

there is the adoption for a new ideas. not humility, but adaptation. Bombay's monologues about his relationship with his father and why he played in the second film in the first place and why he recommended his team to a new coach in the third part, this is actually my little Roman Empire (one of at least three in this story)

and the whole, whole, whole line of 99 guy. that's it at all. hug and cry, pat on the head and say that it won't be like this anymore. Adam deserves more, better, and apologies, you heard me.

and the finale. It's a beautiful ending with a silent farewell to the former coach, who still continued to save his wayward ducks for at least the last 40 minutes of the film.

on the one hand, it's depressing, but on the other, everyone has their own ways and opportunities in this life, clinging to the past means not moving forward. and what Bombay wanted was not only for one captain, and not only for number 99, in which he saw himself, but for everyone, to move forward and never stop at one goal. because his guys are a real hope and a good example that you can rise from the bottom. rise and take off. and fly.

and ducks, as you know, fly together.

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don’t know why but I’m AGAIN in mighty ducks era

I’m just so into these movies about children/teens who are playing hockey, I can’t help but rewatching it’s every year again and again

(Adam my fav since my 10 years, he just everything)

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love this amount of feedback on previous post with Shin and Dadzawa, guys, I’m so understandable rn, they’re so amazing

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they are the best duo for now, just themmm

still supportive Denki, my fav Shinsou and his calmness and not yet complete self-confidence, but a great desire to be on a par with the guys, their communication and Denki's desire not to leave Shinsou aside–

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wanna stay in the universe where they are very happy and very friendly family with a strong relationships between each of the members (Touya too!!!)

it’s my small roman empire, huh

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i have so many projects planned out in my head that will probably never see the light of day because every time I open my docs i just stare at my screen and daydream about the projects instead of actually writing them

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their dad-son dynamic, I’m sobbing–

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I think of Levi as part of a kind of lost generation.

his whole life was only a war, all his skills are survival, all his life is violence. he wasn’t just a human for most of his life, but the Strongest.

how did he feel when it was over? when are the years of unshed tears left behind? when are the dead friends and relatives left behind? when he went all over the world, he was essentially left alone. alone.

of course, the guys from 104 remained, Jean and Connie remained, with whom he clearly became close during Rambling. but what is left in the soul? the void? he ended up disabled, far from the place that was once home. to those he has protected all his life, he is a traitor. he's on a strange island, with people who didn't mean anything to him until recently.

and it was necessary to learn to live with it all. get used to. to get used to loneliness, to get used to new people and their habits. to be left without what made up his whole life. exhale, eventually.

his ending breaks me to tears. he gives to the children something he didn't have: hope for a bright future. he's so strong, even if not physically, not anymore, but mentally. he's so incredibly resilient.

and this becomes a reason not to think of him as part of a lost generation. the war ended, he exhaled and began to live. with the pain of memories. he found something to do, and I want to believe that he has dropped the old one. not the memory of friends, no, but old habits, violence.

Levi Ackerman. he is truly the strongest and, I hope, he has found happiness at least for a few moments.

Happy Birthday

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Christmas, Marley Warriors🎄 | part 2

Modern university au

small headcanons about the Marley warriors, who are stuck in a uni dorm for the Christmas holidays

warnings: fluff, a bit of humorous, found family trop and the main one: all this is just ideas, you can add smth

characters: Reiner, Bertholdt, Marcel

wc: 800

Reiner

Asked to go for the Christmas tree

The one that he found looks as bad as possible

Reiner decorates it badly too

He doesn’t understand at all why he is being forced to do this

Is the person who will start celebrating in the morning (in the company of himself)

He is not a fan of loud parties at all, but always stays until the very end

Will say "thanks" for the food a million times

He will fight with Marcel because of the Christmas tree and the decoration that was hung in the wrong place

Everyone joked about how he looks like Santa

Secretly watching Christmas cartoon episodes and rereading old children's fairy tales

He gives the cutest gifts because they remind of childhood

He was puzzling over what to give Annie, but she left the dorm a couple of days before Christmas

He will lie that he is not upset

Initiator of ice rink trips, snowball fights and other activities

He just doesn't want to be alone for the holidays

Brings everyone a cup of coffee with marshmallows in the morning after the holiday (where did he get the marshmallows from btw?)

The cutest among all, even when he drinks

Bertholdt

Doesn’t attach importance of the holiday

Can even say that he doesn’t celebrate at all

He is forced to put up a Christmas tree because he is the tallest and can fix the highest branches

He also hangs garlands, decorations, etc

He hangs out with everyone purely out of politeness

And also because Reiner asked

The one who won't get out of the phone even while eating

He prepared a gift only for Reiner, which later regretted, because everyone else had prepared at least small gifts for him

No, he didn't cry because Reiner gave him his childhood dream - a radio–controlled car (nonono)

A man who can't be torn away from the TV screen because his favorite Christmas movie is on there

He quotes the Grinch more often than he would like

When it's his turn to say wishes, he gets scared, lost in words, and eventually Reiner finishes for him

The first one goes to sleep

He will remember this Christmas as the most awkward in his life

Better than the holiday itself – the day after it

He and Reiner just watch movies all day, laugh at silly jokes and don't leave the room most of the time

Bertholdt is not sad at all because Annie decided at the last moment to celebrate without them (he spent the whole evening in chat with her, but did not dare to write anything more than "merry Christmas")

And, yeah, he definitely pull his phone away after it

Marcel

Another cooking king

His turkey is the best in everyone's life

His joy from the upcoming holiday is enough for three

Signs greeting cards for everyone by hand

If there were children in the company, he would spend most of the day with them, telling them legends and stories

He always remembers how, as a child, he and Porco could not share the toy train that was presented to them

He gets bored of sitting in one place, so he runs around the dorm

If someone needs help, he is the first to do it

Help put up a Christmas tree, find decorations among the boxes, help with cooking, with table setting – it's all him

Thinks he knows more about the holiday than anyone else. As a result, he argues with Colt to the point of circles in front of his eyes about this

Doesn’t admit, but loses. Colt knows more

He has a pair of stupid Christmas socks that he wears once a year for the holiday

A headband with deer antlers is part of his outfit

Porco mocks him because of this, Marcel is angry

Minor quarrels between them are constant, but against the background of this headband are endless

Is touched by the gift from Pieck for Porco more than Porco himself

He loves surprises, so he sulks at his brother for just giving him what he asked for

He offered Porco to dress in the same Christmas pajamas, but he refused

Has a collage of his favorite characters from Christmas cartoons on his phone wallpapers

first part with other characters here

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Christmas, Marley Warriors🎄 | part 1

Modern university au

small headcanons about the Marley warriors, who are stuck in a uni dorm for the Christmas holidays

warnings: fluff, a bit of humorous, found family trop and the main one: all this is just ideas, you can add smth

characters: Zeke, Colt, Porco, Pieck

wc: 1,1k

(there also 2nd part about Reiner, Bert and Marcel)

Zeke

He is the only senior still living in the dorm (has problems with relatives, doesn't want to spend the money that he earned on renting an apartment, which in any case will be too far from the place of study)

He hangs out with the younger ones because he shares a room with Colt, and Colt has a lot of friends

Doesn't pay attention to the change of seasons, holidays and everything else, because he is studying

He only finds out about Christmas when Colt starts decorating the room and brings a bunch of wrapping paper for gifts

Not enthusiastic about decorations, but doesn't talk about it

He doesn't care at all

On the day of the holiday, Colt asks him to secretly bring alcohol for their gatherings, Zeke refuses for a long time, but then agrees

He drinks most of what he brought

Doesn't give a damn about gifts, but he has a couple of them for Colt (and he also sent a postcard to his brother in hope that it would arrive on time and not get lost)

As a child, he did not have a holiday, so he is interested in listening to how others celebrated and how it happens in general

The rest of the night, when everyone is already scattered, he sits alone in the kitchen and looks out the window for a long time

Colt

Christmas is his favorite holiday, he doesn't wait for his own birthday the way he waits for Christmas

Will take off all Halloween decorations on November 1 and run to get Christmas decorations

He has a lot, no, you don't understand, A LOT of traditions, all of which he will observe for the rest of his life (if something goes wrong, he gets upset almost to tears)

He would have preferred to celebrate Christmas with family, but due to the workload of studies, he preferred to stay in the dorm

The only one in the room is responsible for the spirit of the holiday: his side from ceiling to floor is hung with garlands, tinsel, snow globes and other decorations are on the shelves, he fights to hang a couple of light bulbs on Zeke's side and is happy at least for this

Buys gifts in advance

For him each gift is not useless, it's a really important thing

He has a thousand New Year's sweaters, no less

He will demand to put up a Christmas tree a few weeks before the holiday

Responsible for the table setting (burned a couple of dishes, he was no longer allowed to the kitchen)

He knows all the Christmas songs, really EVERY

Spends the evening of the holiday talking to the family on the phone

He tries not to drink alcohol too much in order to remember everything, but in the end he turns out to be the first of those who passes out right at the table

In the morning, he will whine that he does not remember the reaction of others to gifts

Porco

He would have preferred to spend the holiday only with Pieck and Marcel, but Colt persuaded them to celebrate together

He doesn't really care, but the Christmas spirit quickly captures him

He will be in the kitchen all day helping with the dishes

Really good at cooking

Can't stand Christmas music, asks to put something from Christmas movies on the background

Periodically freezes with something in his hands, distracted by the movie (he has seen it a thousand times, and what is interesting anyway)

Will only pretend that he is not happy with the Gryffindor scarf that Pieck gave him (he has dreamed of it since elementary school)

They fight with Marcel because of the location of the dishes on the table. Colt changes everything. The two of them are already swearing at Colt.

And then they sit in an embrace for half the evening, because they are tired, they have been working all day and "I'm sorry, I went too far"

These hugs don't mean that they won't go into the night to fight with snowballs

Porco helps Colt decorate the lobby when he has a free minute

It's just scary for him to watch Colt dangle on a rickety chair in an attempt to hook a lights

He has prepared a big gift for Pieck and very nervous about her reaction

He bought a lot of little things for the rest. But thought about Marcel for a long time, as a result, a couple of weeks before the holiday, he just asked him what he wanted

He doesn't really like surprises, so he left a link to the vishlist on social networks

Drinks little, but eats a lot ("we cooked in vain or something")

After the holidays, he promises that he will no longer spend so much time cooking (this will happen again)

Pieck

She does cooking because it calms her down (she doesn't want to listen to swearing in the hall because of the Christmas tree)

As a result, Porco and Marcel come to kitchen first, and then the others pull up

She doesn't like the hype around the holiday, even more she doesn't like the whole farce that the dorm is turning into

In her room there is one garland and a stack of neatly packed gifts for the guys

Likes to get books as a gift, always asks to sign them

Falls asleep several times during the day, because a week before the holiday she added up her uni debts

Porco and Marcel take turns carrying her from the kitchen to her room to rest

As a result, after the holiday, she stays awake the longest, pulls guys into rooms and curses endlessly

Never asks for help with cooking or anything else

The guys help her themselves (she is the only girl among them, even with her fighting character, they appreciate her too much)

Knows the secret preferences of everyone, gives gifts with a double bottom (tears in Porco's eyes because of the scarf was noticed only by her, it was a small victory)

Of all the decorations she likes the most are garlands, she freezes in front of every showcase on which they hang, and looks at them for a long time

She has lots of garland photos on her phone

“The best Christmas movie?” “The nightmare before Christmas, of course”

Texts with her father about everything in the world a couple of hours before Christmas, shares her dreams with him

She has a favorite Christmas story that she was told as a child and that she likes to retell

Her signature dish is gingerbread men, she decorates each of them so that they look like Reiner, Bert, Porco, Marcel and Colt

And her gingerbread men is the most precious, of course

2nd part about others here