#Mike Zacharias Imagines

[zoozvie]

Imagine: When your fellow officers and commander find out your secret

Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Miche Zacharias, and Levi Ackerman

Levi is the first to knock on your office door, disrupting your solitude for the evening and you get up to let him in. Thankfully he’s a quiet shadow, without any energy to even complain about his trip to the inner wall. He quickly makes a pot of tea and slumps over in a chair next to your desk as you work. A habit you fell into on the slower nights at HQ. He only spoke to question why your window was cracked open this time of day, and you informed him the late nights you’ve been pulling since everyone was away made the room stuffy.

Hange is next. You can tell by the ‘thunk’ of a body that runs into your door before they ask if you are there. You answer that it’s unlocked, and they let themselves in while chattering about the survey corps representative meeting everyone just came back from. Levi grumbles that he’d like a moment of peace without thinking about the inner wall pricks they had to entertain for hours, and Hange takes post on the corner of your desk that’s unoccupied. 

Erwin poked his head into your cracked open door a little after the first two joined, greeting everyone in the professional way he did before declaring how perfect it was to catch us in one place before anyone headed back to their quarters. He wanted to discuss technicalities on the distributed paperwork and get everyone’s signatures. You agreed, although a little disheartened, to conduct one final meeting before putting an end to your night. Although there was one signature missing that Levi offered to fetch the owner of so he didn’t have to listen to ‘more political horse-shit’. You and Erwin exchanged pleasantries as he sat on one side of the sofa, to catch up on the weeks you weren’t able to converse properly over the leftover tea.

Levi finally came back with Miche in tow, already having informed him of the ‘party’ you were all having in your office, and sat back into his claimed seat. Miche greeted you warmly but didn’t move to sit on the sofa with Erwin, perhaps trying to make the meeting finish quickly.

Erwin began addressing the paperwork you all had but fell silent as a loud sniff pierced through his speech. Everyone looked at Miche expectantly, and he sniffed once, twice more. Turning his head about the room with a perplexed expression before looking back at you with a quirked eyebrow. You held your composure with your back straight and interlocking fingers on your desk. Maintaining the perfect image of professionalism, you stared right back at him. The other three’s heads swived comically between you two before pinning to the side of the room where your broom closet’s door was shut. A quiet rustling and scratching at the wood door had their attention, the tension between you and Miche stifling. You cleared your throat to defend your dignity–

When a soft ‘meow’ echoed inside the closet, your posture slumped over in defeat. Hange slowly walked over and cracked the door open before exclaiming as two, no, three, four young cats sprang out from their captivity, bobbing between everyone's legs before hopping up to your windowsill and jumping out. A younger black and white cat straggled behind to cheekily rub his body against Levi’s foot before joining the others.

The damage was done, most of your expression hidden behind your hands as you sheepishly smiled at the commander. Everyone thankfully had some level of amusement in your antics beside Levi, who reached over to pick a long strand of fur from your coat sleeve to tease you. You made a face at him. You’ve been alone at HQ for a while, no harm in keeping new company.

They just won’t find out you’ve named some after each of them. Little Levi may have gotten close to knowing his namesake but you’ll make sure at least that secret is kept hidden. For your own peace of mind.

Masterlist

[wranrihallon]

Attack on Titan Sexuality + Gender Headcanons

Survey Corps Part 3/3

Mike Zacharias is a panromantic, idisexual cisman who goes by he/they pronouns

Moblit Berner is a bisexual cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Nanaba is a lesbian ciswoman who goes by she/her pronouns

Nifa is a bisexual ciswoman who goes by she/they pronouns

Oluo Bozado is a gay cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Petra Ral is a straight ciswoman who goes by she/her pronouns

Reiner Braun is a gay cisman who goes by he/him pronouns

Sasha Braus is a polyamorous, bisexual ciswoman who goes by she/they/it pronouns

Ymir is a lesbian ciswoman who goes by she/it pronouns

[abiatackerman]

AOT characters relationships with you.....

Levi Ackerman

At first your relationship with Levi wasn't good at all. You thought he's an arrogant bastard and he thought you're a lazy assed useless doctor who won't survive even a second on the battlefield. He got more pissed on you because he was ordered to train a fragile person like you and had to turn you into a soldier.

On the other hand, you used to get so pissed with him because he was a strict and harsh trainer. Also not to mention he used to insult you as often as he could. You almost shouted at him every day. But little did none of you two know, Levi liked it when you would get angry at him and you really liked shouting at him.

Slowly but surely, you two started to get close. You started to heal his mental and physical wounds, he focused on making you stronger. Not to mention he never hesitated to let anyone know that he was your protector and he would show no mercy to anyone or anything which will try to hurt you in any way.

But with you he was soft. He would cry on your shoulder, reveal his real feelings to you. You helped him to get out of his childhood trauma, showed him how amazing love and physical affection is.... You made him love you so hard that getting worried if losing you, he dragged your ass to the church and married you just when he got the chance. And thus you two become the ideal couple of the survey corps.

Hange Zoe

She's your best friend in the survey corps. Also not to mention you two spend the most time together. You two are like sisters to each other, you pulling her to shower she's pulling you out of your bed in the morning. Though there's a lot of difference between you two.... You two never fail to get along.

Also, she's the main supporting character in your relationship with Levi. Also the main teaser too!

Erwin Smith

Your relationship with him is formal but you two both respect each other. You slowly but surely get his trust and he started to trust you so much that he never imagined making you a pawn of his bet. Also you both support each other mentally if you two get the chance. Like he would console you if you wouldn't be able to save a soldier's life and you would console him if one of his plans would accidentally fail.

Special Operation Squad members

Since you were a member of this squad too and you spent most of your time with them, your relationship with them was pretty friendly. Especially with Petra, you cared for her like she was your little sister. Also you and Oluo would try to mimic Levi together, have fun chatting with Eld and Gunther. They even forced you to meet their family... That's how close you were with them. You were the breath of fresh air and happiness in the squad.

Mike Zacharias

Your relationship with him was just how two colleagues relationship should be. You two would meet often and talk about the normal things out of formality. Also you liked how amazing his smelling ability was, it always amused you.

Eren, Mikasa and Armin

You always cared for them as you little siblings. Especially Armin, who likes to read books just like you. You would chat with him for hours about your favourite books and not to mention support his amazing ideas and encourage him since he was so insecure about himself.

Eren and you had spent enough quality time together. He was so scared of Levi and you would try to reassure him as you would laugh seeing his scared expressions. Also most of the time you two would talk about the titan abilities and you would try to find out how many similarities titans and humans had until it was discovered that titans are actually humans.

Mikasa and you never really spend that much time together.... But you always respected her for her strength and protectiveness and she loved you for always saving Eren's ass from Levi.

Jean Connie and Sasha

Just like the previous trio, you cared for these three the same. Especially Sasha, you probably cared for her the most. You find her always the cutest and the most adorable. You litarery cared for her so much that you sometimes gave her the opportunity to sneak in the kitchen to steal food. Also you loved cooking for her and enjoyed seeing how happily she ate them.

As for Jean and Connie, you would always enjoy their jokes and stupidity. You would sometimes joke with them too to reduce some weight from your shoulder. They were a refreshment for you from the cruel life of the survey corps.

Historia Reiss

You always felt pity for her. You didn't know her until her true identity was revealed. After she became queen and started to work for the homeless-unwanted children, you helped her to run the orphanage and to manage the kids. You were with her during her pregnancy period and helped her to give birth.

A/N: Hello there everyone! So I decided to write my thoughts on what your relationship would look like with the AOT characters. Of course it's my and only my thinking, you guys can think in your way. Here you means 🫵 (if you wanna imagine yourself) also me and my oc.... The oc of the story I've been writing on my ao3 account.

So that's it! Hope ya all have a great day!

[xoxosimp]

20 Minutes Left

Pairing : Mike Zacharias x Reader

Synopsis: Doing your laundry at 2 am never felt so rewarding. 

A/N : This fic is for @chaotic-nick One Night Stand Collab! This was beta read but I did not proofread this LOL.

CW: car sex, unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap), size kink if you squint, fast paced

There was a certain type of peace when you did your laundry at 2am. 

There were no children running around the laundromat or elderly ladies trying to make conversation. It was just you and the machine swishing your laundry. 

“What is an angel like you doing up so late?”, a new voice chimed. 

You turned your head to the most handsome man your town has ever seen. Mike Zacharias. He had beautiful emerald eyes with disheveled blonde hair. His huge arms filled with beautiful geometric patterns made of ink 

This man was panty-dropping, drop dead gorgeous.

“I’m doing my taxes,” you said dryly. 

“ May I sit  while you do these taxes ,angel?” something twinkled in his eyes when he noticed you were staring for a second too long.

Gosh, his voice was rich and deep. He made sure to enunciate every letter, every syllable of his pet name for you. Like he’s tasting it. 

You gestured toward the empty chair next to you. “What are you doing up this late, Mike? You don’t have any laundry with you.” 

He took a seat. “ I was nearby meeting with a friend when I saw you through the window. And I will say angel, I like what I’m seeing.”

His eyes are doing that again. They take in your body, no doubt appreciating your work uniform that left little to the imagination. You wore a crop top and fishnets under your denim shorts that ended right where they needed to. 

“ I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing less come next week,” you rolled your eyes.

“How so, angel?, ” he questioned. 

“Apparently someone bought the bar I work at. Probably some middle aged loser who wants to turn it into a strip club.”

“ Aren’t you judgmental, angel?” He teases.

“I’m not being judgemental, It’s a prediction,” You state matter of factly. 

He chuckles, and gosh you think your pussy fluttered around nothing. Everything about this man was heavenly, it was sinful.  

Then he gave you that look. Those eyes that conveyed he knew every single dirty thought running through your mind. That grin that said he wanted to fulfill every single dirty thought. 

“ You have 20 minutes left of your cycle,angel,” he pointed out. 

“ And?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“Can’t just have you sitting here, angel, when you could be doing something much more productive.”

–

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

In a matter of minutes both of your clothes were discarded and thrown in the back of Mike’s car. It was like he planned this, since he was conveniently parked in the darkest corner of the laundromat parking lot. 

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

Gosh, you thought you were taking him. You don't dare look down at your tiny cunt trying to take his length. You take a deep breath and slow inch down on his dick. Your cunt was spasming on him. You held his shoulders so hard it would leave bruises. 

Mike clenched his stomach in an effort not to finish so soon. You were barely inside him yet the silkyness and heat of your pussy was overwhelming him.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned, “ Take all of me.” 

You sink down slowly, until finally- he bottoms out.

You’re so deep in your haze of arousal to truly understand how crazy this is. You’re about to ride Mike in his car, in public, where anyone could see you.But, the way you felt him in your stomach, the way his cock kissed your cervix without pain, any sense of rationality went out the window.

Once you adjusted to his size, you slowly grinded on Mike, leaving no space between the both of you so you could grind your clit until his pelvis. His warm hands found purchase on your hips and encouraged you to keep dragging yourself back and forth on his dick.

You lean on your knees and start bouncing on him. He was so deep inside of you, you were sure you were going to feel him even after you finished. Skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the air as the car shook.

“ Fuck, angel,” Mike groaned. “ Keep bouncing angel, be a good girl.” His praise made your clit throb.Your thighs were burning but you were so close. Your perfect tits in his face. Your head is thrown back in pleasure. You, moaning his name while you rode him.

You were picturesque.

“Mike ‘m close m’ close,” you babbled mindlessly. You, fucked out on his cock. He wants more of this. 

“ Then be a good little angel and cum on my cock,” he commanded softly. “Cum for me, angel.”

The base of your spine was tingling in pleasure. Your high was going to come crashing down, and his words were all you needed.Your cunt clenched down hard on him, squirting on his cock.

Mike didn't stop. Your cunt was spasming in overstimulation as he bucked his hips into you at a fast rate. He’s going to leave bruises on your hips depending on how hard he’s gripping them. You arched your back as his balls slap against your skin.

‘ Take me so well, angel,” his words are slurred, “ ‘m close angel”

The warmth of your cunt became too much and with three thick spurts,he painted your cunt white. 

You were so cock drunk you couldn't determine how much time really passed. Mike slowly pulls out of your cunt, and he’e delighted to see his cum spill out of your messy cunt.

“ You okay, angel? “Mike asked softly as he rubbed your back. 

You nodded as you rested on the crook of his neck. “ Give me words, angel”

“‘M okay” you mumbled. He was so warm you didn't want to leave his embrace yet. Or ever.

“ You should probably check on your laundry,” Mike quipped. 

You picked up your head and gave him a “ oh so it’s like that face”. “Are you trying to say this one night stand is officially over?”

“ Not in the slightest, angel,” he chuckled.

~~~~

Somehow you and Mike mentioned to get cleaned up and put your clothes back on. You didn't even bother putting your clothes to dry. You just needed a hot shower and sleep. 

Your legs ached from last night’s tryst with Mike, you contemplated calling out of work. But Pixis insisted everyone be there so the new owner could meet his staff. 

You sat at the bar with your coworker , Hitch, resting your head on your palm.

“Girl, you look like hell,” she stated, wiping the bar, “ Rough night or somethin?”

Well, Mike was rough with you last night.

“Or something,” you mumbled.

“Here are two of my best bartenders,” Pyxis’s voice boomed through the empty bar. 

He says that about all his bartenders, you rolled your eyes internally.

“Mr.Zacharias, meet-” his voice drowned out as you picked your head up and made eye contact with the new owner. 

Heart melting green eyes. Beautiful messy, blonde hair, and a panty dropping smile.

Oh Fuck no.

“ Everything alright?” Mike asked. His tone was level but his eyes were teasing. Pyxis and Hitch couldn't see his lustfulness, no doubt remembering what happened before the sun rose.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of your trance “I’m fine, just tired is all.” you said.

“Something kept you up?”

“ Laundry took forever,” you answered, “ more than 20 minutes, to be precise.”

[221castiel]

If This Was A Movie

Modern AU // Parent Dean // Fluff

Cas works a part time job at the movie theatre and Dean is the young dad who regularly takes it daughter to the movies.

You can also read it on AO3 Here!

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“She was too pretty to die,” Charlie complained, leaning her back against the front counter as Cas restocked the candy display.

He gave a small nod in agreement, carefully placing down a box of Mike and Ikes to ensure it didn't knock down any other box. “And she has yet to have her own movie,” he stated, repeating one of Charlie’s complaints from the start of their shift.

“Exactly,” Charlie cried, tugging a smile across Cas’ lips. “Then they added a bullshit girl power scene as if that would fix everything.”

“And it did not.”

“It didn’t do anything!”

He squinted at Charlie as she grabbed the pack of candy he’d just placed down, though she only gave her shoulders a shrug and opened the box. Their manager Zacharia would be furious if he found out they were eating candy without paying and though Charlie knew that, Cas was certain it was the exact reason she did. “I thought you enjoyed the movie?” Cas said as he grabbed another pack to replace the one Charlie had taken.

“I did like it,” Charlie argued, pushing a red candy past her lips. “I just think Steve shouldn’t have gone to the past, professor hulk was stupid, Stucky was done dirty, and tony deserved better.”

“But you enjoyed it?”

“Obviously!”

Cas tilted his head and Charlie smiled back, before popping another candy into her mouth and offering the box to Cas. “Common,” she insisted, giving it a small shake, “you need the brain energy for tomorrow.”

She gave it another shake and this time Cas reached his hand into the box and grabbed two of the candies. “It’s your last final tomorrow?” Charlie asked as she leant back against the counter, shaking the candies into the palm of her hand.

“Yes,” Cas replied looking down to the two candies in his own hand. “Zacharia has been kind enough to let me go home early, so I will have a few more hours to study.”

“How’d you manage that?” Charlie asked, “did you have to suck him off?”

“Pardon?”

“You know,” Charlie continued, her smile only widening as Cas’ cheeks grew warmer. He should have been used to Charlie’s inappropriate jokes by now, but even after working together for over a year he still felt flustered. At least they were alone this time. “Did you do your little head tilt give him your big eyes, and drop to your knees to-“

A bell rang as the front doors were pushed open and their heads turned. “Speaking of dropping to your knees,” Charlie teased, a grin spreading across her face as Cas’s cheeks grew warmer.

Dean Winchester walked into the theater with the same ease that he always did. A smile across his face as he looked down to his young daughter and nodded along to whatever she was saying. He and his daughter were regulars at the theater, coming every second Sunday for the 7 o’clock without failure. It was the highlight of Castiel's job. There was something about being around Dean that Castiel could never get enough of; whether it was the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed at one of his own jokes or how he lent against the front counter shrinking the space between the two of them. Dean brought the kind of comfort that could only come from the streets of your hometown, and Castiel could spend the rest of his life getting lost in it.

Charlie nudged him and he stumbled forward to the cash register, making it only seconds before Dean and Emma.

“Hey,” Dean greeted, an easy smile spreading across his face, showing off his teeth. He wore a blue and white superhero suit, the fabric a tight material that defined his figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not that Castiel minded. Dean was good looking, even Charlie could admit that.

“Hello Dean,” Castiel greeted, hoping his voice was less shaky than he felt. He looked to Emma, giving the young girl a small. Her gaze was easier to hold then Dean’s, which he often found himself staring at for a few seconds too long. “Hello Emma,” Cas greeted, “I like your suit.”

A wide smile spread across her face as she looked down to the blue and red suit she wore. “I’m Captain Marvel,” She declared, blonde hair falling into her face as she looked back up. “She’s a really super cool superhero,” Emma explained, “She shoots lasers from her hands.”

“Photon beams,” Dean corrected and Emma crossed her arms, glaring up at her dad.

“They’re lasers.”

“Alright boss women whatever you say,” Dean looked back at Cas, a grin across his face, ‘she’s wrong,’ he mouthed, causing Cas’s neck to warm. Dean lent his elbow against the counter top, and glanced at the menu on the back wall before looking back to Cas, his eyes wide and lips pressed together. He was close enough to see the freckles that dusted his cheeks. He was young looking to have a daughter who must have been at least seven. Dean himself couldn’t have been out of his early twenties, only a couple of years older than Cas. He could have been her brother just as easily as he could have been her dad.

“What’re you thinking, monster?” Dean glanced back at Emma who stood on her tiptoes to see over the counter. “A large popcorn and coke?”

“I want chocolate!” Emma cried.

Dean nodded, in a serious manner. “You make a good argument,” he hummed, “M&Ms or KitKat?”

“You could get both.” Cas offered a smile immediately spreading across Emma's face as she cheered.

“Alright, a large popcorn, a coke, and the chocolate,” Dean said as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out his debit card, “Who needs a savings, when there’s overpriced candy to buy.”

“You could buy candy before you arrived,” Cas offered, “It would be cheaper.”

Dean raised his eyebrows before that smile returned, “when would I get to talk to you then?” he asked.

Cas’s lips parted, the statement so genuine he could only stare as the warmth spread from his cheeks to his body; his heart thudding helplessly in his chest. Dean always managed to do that, take the words out of his mouth, take the air out of his lungs, and Castiel couldn’t care. He would give Dean anything if it meant getting to spend one more moment with the other man.

He swallowed his heart still pounding in his ears as Charlie’s hand rested on his back. “A KitKat and M&Ms for the young lady,” she declared, placing the two bars onto the counter, “I’ll help you pay for those while Cas grabs your popcorn.”

Cas dumbly nodded, stumbling to the popcorn machines and away from Dean’s piercing gaze. He hoped Charlie knew how grateful he was. He was certain the only reason Dean continued to talk to him was because of her and her ability to make sure Cas didn’t make a complete fool out of himself. She’d spent hours explaining how flittering worked, the difference between longing stares and just staring, what questions were too invasive, what compliments weren’t compliments and simply were statements. Though she often ended with ‘at least girls like that, I don’t know about dudes,’ Castiel still found it helpful.

He slowly filled a large popcorn bag, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he carried the bag back to the front counter.

“I was just telling Dean about our trip to comic con last year,” Charlie said a teasing smile across her face, “and how you should’ve worn your Bucky costume tonight. It would’ve been perfect since Dean’s Steve”

“It would have been uncomfortable,” Cas responded. Charlie rolled her eyes while he gave Dean the bag of popcorn and wished him a good night.

“He looked really hot,” Charlie called as Dean and Emma began walking towards the small arcade.

Dean laughed, “yah, i’m sure he did.”

Charlie turned to Cas, her eyes wide and mouth a gap. “Oh my god,” she mouthed, before repeating it louder once Dean was no longer in sight. “You have to ask him out,” she squealed.

“Why?”

“Because he’s totally, 100%, completely into you.”

“How are you sure?”

Charlie dramatically sighed, throwing her hands into the air. “He called you hot,” she cried, “I couldn’t make it more clear.”

“You called me attractive and he agreed.”

“Cas, he’s the total package. Hot, funny, good person, hot.”

“He may not be a good person.”

“He’s a good dad so of course he’s a good person.”

Cas pressed his lips together and Charlie raised an eyebrow. It was true, even in their short exchanges it was undeniable that Emma was the center of Dean’s world. They arrived at every movie dressed for the occasion, Emma in a fancy dress while Dean wore a suit, as if they had arrived to see the Opera rather than Disney’s latest remake. If she asked for a pack of smarties he’d buy her two. If she insisted that the floor was too sticky he’d carry her. If she asked for the moon, Dean would give her the galaxy.

She was his everything, and unlike how the sky bleeds from blue to pink, Cas was certain that would never change.

He dug his nail into the wood of the front counter, picking at a small piece that had begun to splinter. “Then he likely has a wife.”

“He doesn’t wear a ring,” Charlie replied, “I’ve been checking.”

“Even if he is single, he is not gay.”

“He came wearing a Captain America suit,” Charlie cried, “that man is a fag.”

“It’s because he is a good father.”

“A good dad lets their daughter dress up, a gay dad dresses up with their daughter.”

Cas rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend. Dean and Emma were still in the arcade, a smile across Dean’s face as he watched his daughter play one of the machines, cheering her on. It was fun to imagine that they could be something more. Wonder what Dean’s lips felt like against his own or how their hands would fit together. But that’s all they were, fantasies that he made up to pass the time, Castiel didn’t get movie endings.

The rest of his shift seemed to drag on as few customers arrived, leaving him to aimlessly clean counters and floors that didn’t need it. Anything to seem busy. When the clock finally struck ten Cas was quick to leave, bidding Charlie a goodbye before he left only half way through pulling his coat on. It wasn’t until he’d stepped onto the streets when he stopped in his tracks.

“Emma?”

The young girl sat alone on one of the city benches, slowly swinging her legs. She still wore her superhero suit though a winter coat had been pulled over top along with a toque and scarf.

“Emma,” Cas repeated and she turned her head. Cas didn’t think he’d ever seen the young girl frown and he never wanted to see it again. It was heartbreaking to see her with her bottom lip puckered out and eyes glazed over. The tears had yet to fall and somehow that made it worse. “Are you okay?”

She shrugged and Cas frowned.

“Where’s your dad?”

“With mommy,” Emma said as pointing across the street to where Dean was leant against a car, arms crossed over his chest as he talked to a blonde woman, a scowl across his face. He shook his head at something the woman said, then ran a hand through his hair before responding. He’d never seen Dean angry before. Even when Emma was sprawled across the floor of the theater's lobby screaming and crying, he’d been calm, gently talking to her until she could talk. It didn’t suit him.

“Would you mind if I sat with you?” Cas asked.

When she didn’t respond, Cas took a seat on the bench. She looked up at him and Cas smiled, though she only stared back. “Did you like the movie?” He asked and she shrugged, “did you have a favourite part?”

She shrugged again and looked at her shoes, going back to slowly swinging her legs.

Cas sighed. The streets had been cast in shadows, the few street lamps doing little to fight off the night. His bus would be coming soon, though Cas couldn't bring himself to leave Emma alone.

“Was Captain Marvel in the movie?” He asked and a small smile tugged at Emma’s lips

“Yah,” she whispered.

“Was she cool?”

“So cool,” Emma explained.

Her smile widened as she continued to talk, describing her favorite parts and characters. Her hands flew around and Cas nodded along politely, adding small comments occasionally. When he asked what Dean had thought Emma had to pause, her nose scrunching slightly before she declared that he had loved it just as much as her.

“Does your dad have a favourite superhero?”

“He likes Batman,” Emma said, “but Batman doesn't come in this movie so he likes Captain America.”

“Captain America is also very cool.”

“But not as cool as Captain Marvel.”

“But not as cool as Captain Marvel,” Cas agreed.

She played with the end of her scarf as she looked back to Dean and her mom. The woman had pulled a paper out of her purse and offered it to Dean though he shook his head. She said something else and he took it to read.

The bus's headlights lit the street, though Cas didn’t move, letting the bus pull up to the stop to let some out before leaving without him. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Emma alone and instead leant closer to her.

“Would you like to hear a secret?” He whispered and Emma looked back at him. “You have to promise not to tell anyone”

“I pinky promise.”

“I like your toque,” Cas whispered and Emma giggled, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered back

“Of course.”

Emma glanced at her parents before leaning closer, “daddy likes you.”

“He told you?” Emma nodded, though before Cas could ask more questions Emma’s mom was calling for her and the young girl was waving goodbye. She ran across the street and into Dean’s arms giving him a long hug before she got into the back seat. Dean then said something to the woman as she got into the driver's seat.

She said something back before closing the car door and driving away, leaving Dean standing alone.

Cas doesn’t get the chance to respond as the woman calls Emma over. After giving her a hug Dean comes over to Cas.

He still wore his superhero suit though a large leather jacket had been pulled over top. Despite the jacket, his cheeks and nose had grown pink from the cold, evident against his pale skin.

“You didn’t have to wait for her,” Dean said as a cold breeze blew past. He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and Cas pulled his own coat closer as if that alone would stop the chill.

“It wasn’t an inconvenience,” Cas replied, “either way I have to wait for the bus.”

“The one that just drove past?”

Cas squinted, “maybe.”

“Okay, get your ass up,” Dean said, “I’m driving you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Come on man, it’s the least I can do.”

Cas wanted to make another argument, it would only be another ten minutes until the next bus came, but he knew Charlie would be furious at him if she found out that he’d turned Dean down. Besides that, he wanted the opportunity to talk to Dean. They’re conversations had rarely been longer than a few minutes, and often revolved around whatever movie Dean was about to see that Cas definitely hadn’t seen. This may have been Cas’s only chance.

Without another argument, Cas let Dean lead him to a slick black car parked on the other side of the road. It held an old smell, from years of being driven, though the interior itself was well cared for and didn’t show its age. Cas told Dean the address to his dorm room, and after Dean put it into his phone he pulled away from the curve, the soft sound of rock music filling the car.

Dean lips stayed pressed in a tight line as he drove, his eyes stuck on the road. Despite that the rest of his posture was relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel as he leant back into the seat.

They took a left turn and Cas adjusted his seatbelt. “Your girlfriend is pretty,” he said as Dean then took a right turn. Even without Charlie there to clarify Cas was certain that didn’t count as flirting, but the silence had dragged on for too long and he wasn’t sure what else to ask.

“Ex girlfriend” Dean said, eyes still on the road. “Sorry you had to deal with that shit. She wants to take Emma on some road trip to Canada with her new boyfriend, but it overlaps with my week so I’m being a dick about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Cas replied, “relationships are complicated.”

A smile tugged at Dean’s lips. “Yah, the last three years of ourswas a shit show,” Dean explained, “we should’ve broken up a lot earlier then we did but we had Emma when we were young and I guess we wanted to prove that we weren’t teenage fuck ups.” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, inhaling slowly before he spoke again.c“There’s just too much bad blood now for either of us to be civil.”

“Like Taylor Swift.”

Dean laughed, “yah, like Taylor Swift.”

“I think you were successful in not being a ‘teenage fuck up’,” Cas said, making air quotes as he said ‘teenage fuck up.’ “Emma is very nice.”

“Isn't she?” Dean said, a smile spreading across his face. He seemed to glow as he talked about the ballet classes she was starting and the nights they’d spent practicing together. Cas wasn’t sure what an élevés and coupes was, but he could imagine Dean stood in his living room helping Emma perfect the careful movements. The same smile would spread across his face as he cheered her on, proud of her whether she could do it or not.

“You don’t want to hear about this,” Dean apologized. “You’ve gotta start talking.”

“I like to hear about it,” Cas said, and it wasn’t a lie. He’d listen to the other talk about anything if it meant Cas got to see his smile.

Dean shook his head, “nah man- it’s your turn,” he said, “what’re you studying at school?”

“It really isn’t interesting.”

“Hey, I wasn’t interesting either.”

Cas sighed, “I’m doing a major in history with a minor in religious studies.”

“What do you do with that?”

“Not much, but I would like to become a professor.”

“Shit,” Dean said as he pulled up to the entrance of Cas’s dorms, “smart and good looking.”

Cas turned away, hoping the warmth in his cheeks wasn’t visible. “Thank you for the ride,he s said as he pushed open the passenger door. He didn’t want the night to end. He wanted to spend hours driving around listening to Dean talk about Emma, and his job, and the movie, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. At minimum he wanted to see that smile one last time.

“Anytime,” Dean said, “have a good night.”

Cas got out of the car though hesitated when he went to close the door, Dean’s gaze still on him. He looked beautiful under the moonlight, shadows casted across his face, though he always looked beautiful.

A breeze came and Cas pulled his coat closer to his body. He hoped Emma was right.

“I have my last final tomorrow morning,” Cas stated holding Dean’s gaze, “would you like to get coffee afterwards.”

Drawn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “hell yah. I’ll pick you up at 1:00?”

“That will work,” Cas replied. “Goodbye Dean.”

“See yah Cas.”

His heart continued to hammer in his chest as he closed the car door and turned away, the sound of the car’s engine slowly growing more distant. Tomorrow it will be back, parked in the same spot with Dean in the driver's seat. Maybe Cas did get movie endings.

[starshower1215]

AOT/SNK Veterans: Academic Headcannons (but Marauders-style/vibes!)

This is from an ongoing idea I had and a post I saw saying that the veterans are just AOT's version of the Marauders Era. It's for that 5% crossover in both fandoms.

Levi Ackerman is the Remus Lupin when it comes to playing pranks on the school. He lived the thug life (ATYD reference), he knows the ins and outs of not getting caught.

Hange Zoë is a bit Sirius Black. She actively searches for ways to prank, unlike Levi, and whenever he has the slightest idea, she is all over it, filling in the details and making the actual plans.

She loves to blow things up in classes and lectures, too. She has a streak for mischief.

Erwin Smith has James Potter's heroic streak, but Remus' study habits. He and Levi always pretend not to be amused by Hange and Mike Zacharias' prank ideas, but they find themselves participating for some unknown reason anyway.

Unfortunately, most Marauders content doesn't go into detail with Peter, because a lot of people hate Peter (young Peter is so innocent, though). Mike is now Peter Pettigrew because he sniffs and Peter is a rat (I just did them so dirty, I'm sorry).

Now I am imagining that instead of houses, the school is just split into the Military Police, the Survey Corps, and the Garrison. I am not sure what that means, though.

All four of them are known for their smarts, because what are the Marauders if not effortlessly [and infuriatingly] intelligent? Erwin is top of the class every time, and is often seen studying and putting the work in. Mike follows soon after, despite being seen as a slacker (nobody ever seems to be able to find him studying). Levi studies like a normal human being and passes with low A's. Hange doesn't really study, but she goes out of her way to apply the knowledge outside of lectures and classes; she may not have the best exam scores, but she knows the material the best (because the school system is broken).

Erwin always looks perfectly put together; necktie done, buttoned up to the throat like a loser (jk), his hair done as it usually is. He is unerringly civil with his peers and underclassmen, and people look up to him as some sort of star student.

Levi is the same in appearance, though with his blazer thrown stylishly over his shoulders instead of worn correctly (he took Hange's). He's seen as very aloof by his peers, but not unkind. Though I imagine he did bully Erwin (not entirely seriously) when they were younger. This amused Erwin to no end. He didn't care then, but now Levi is made fun of for it.

Mike looks fashionably disheveled, but not in the way that makes it look intentional (though, it may be intentional). His tie is a little loose, top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The whole charade.

Hange looks unfashionably disheveled, but as is insisted upon by my biased mind, he's still really beautiful. He's one of those people who are only ever outside with their hair up; only Levi, Erwin and Mike (their dorm mates, I suppose) have ever seen him with his hair undone. It is oddly intimate, but nice.

Each of Hange's friends carries a spare pair of glasses for her, because she always breaks her own in the strangest of ways.

For their lunch hour, the four of them routinely congregate in the same bathroom because Levi makes them all wash their hands before leaving to actually eat.

Erwin and Hange are study buddies! They like to sit in the library as a pair and Hange will quiz Erwin because he cares about studying. He likes to study with her because she always has interesting things to add on, or she might be elaborating on a piece in the textbook and helping him understand better.

Of course, they do all sit in the library together. Erwin and Hange do their studying, Mike gets bored and bothers Levi, and Levi gets annoyed as he drinks his tea and reads a book.

They stargaze as a group in their dormitory, either at the windows or on the rooftops.

They also get drunk together and stumble home laughing on the weekends or on hot summer nights.

[this-is-krikkit]

no more boops? have a fic instead!

rating: Mature relationships: Erwin Smith/Mike Zacharias, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë

summary: Teleworking at Erwin's place grants Mike a front row seat to his boss honoring a stupid dare. Let's be honest, though: it has other perks.

additional tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Office, slightly kinky, Light BDSM, very light actually most of it is only mentioned, Based on a Tumblr Post, i gave Nanaba a family name for the narrative, i also gave her a couple heart attacks. also for the narrative!, Tumblr Prompt, Mike and Hange both wearing their boyfriends' shirts Challenge: complete, Office Romance

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enjoy!!

“To conclude this meeting and another productive week, I’d like to have everyone’s attention for a few of our most pressing matters.”

Oh, he’s going to do it now, Mike realizes.

For the hundredth time in the last hour and a half, he has to check that both his microphone and camera are offline. He’s not usually so easily spooked about these things, but it’s one thing to want your privacy during a meeting with twenty people and the company’s CEO himself making a presentation, and it’s another to have to hide the fact that you’re teleworking from said CEO’s penthouse apartment every Friday because you’ve been secretly —Mike’s decided that drunkenly confessing to Nanaba a few weeks back doesn’t count— fucking each other for months now against all company guidelines.

He almost feels sorry for not warning his friend Hange, the only one besides Erwin and a few less highly ranked colleagues who’s currently got their camera on —and who is probably unaware of that fact, seeing how their crumpled shirt is hanging open as far as he can see— for what’s about to happen, but he couldn’t do that without giving himself away.

“I’m going to need Business Development, Sales and Marketing to work together closely on the Titan project next quarter. Zoë, Ackerman and Zacharias, as respective heads of these divisions, I’ll require that you regularly meet and update me directly on this matter. It’s a great challenge, but I have no doubt your BDSM task force, as I’ve labeled it, will tackle it under the deadline I stipulated earlier.”

It’s probably unnoticeable to everyone else with his camera so high on his laptop’s screen, but Mike knows he didn’t imagine the way Erwin’s eyes just settled on him, all the way over where he’s lounging on the comfy couch in his boss’ home office, when he said the acronym Mike dared him to place. Knowing this was coming does little to stop Mike’s shock at hearing the awfully casual way he enunciated those letters, and it’s physically painful to have to contain his hilarity —Erwin’s microphone is definitely still on and it’s not that big a room— when he glances back down and sees Erwin actually put it into bold, huge characters onto an otherwise blank slide.

His eyes catch movement on his screen then, and he realizes that some screens that were previously showing faces have suddenly gone dark.

His friend Hange's, however, hasn’t. In fact, they’re currently losing their mind over what just happened, and they’re definitely unaware of their camera being on if the image of them picking up their laptop and running into another room before settling it down in front of Levi as they hurriedly gesture at —Mike’s guessing since their microphone is still thankfully muted— Erwin’s scandalous slide is anything to go by.

It’s not unusual for Hange and Levi, two of the most important people in this company and annoyingly close friends —who, in Mike’s opinion, are two close idiots who really are in love with each other and should get together already— to be spending teleworking days together.

But something is… off in this picture.

Then Mike realizes, now that he’s seen them standing, that Hange’s shirt’s probably been hanging open because it’s obviously several sizes too small. And, before Levi’s eyes comically widen and he extends his arm towards their camera to turn their tiny window black as well, it finally clicks in Mike’s brain.

That wasn’t just Levi.

That was Levi and his naked torso, sculpted by the endless hours he spends in the same gym Mike trains at, and covered in hickeys.

Mike steals a glance at Erwin, but his boss is now calmly calling the end of the meeting, his usual poker face on although there’s no way in hell he didn’t notice what just transpired.

Before he can think of addressing it out loud as Erwin turns his computer off and stands from his chair, Mike’s phone chimes with Nanaba’s special ringtone. He sighs and picks up, knowing making his best friend wait after these very interesting last few minutes isn’t the best idea.

“Mike, what the fuck?” She starts, and Mike rolls his eyes as he rethinks of the countless times she’s threatened him with days long HR seminars about his swearing. “You and Eyebrows did this on purpose, didn’t you? Hange’s freaking out so bad right now!”

She’s being so loud the sound of her voice carries way further than Mike’s phone speaker, and Erwin mouthes the nickname back at him with obvious amusement, now close enough to sit with him on the couch.

“Well, first of all, I didn’t know their camera would be on,” he says, trying not to sound as defensive as the guilt he feels about his other friend’s distress wants him to. “And besides, it serves them right for not telling me they're finally hooking up with Levi! Did you know and forget to tell me by any chance?"

Mike shares a glance with Erwin at that, who shakes his head condescendingly at his outrage —and if Mike wasn’t almost sure his boss had figured his two friends out before they all just got accidental proof of their relationship, now he is— and extends one arm over the back of the couch to scoot even closer to Mike’s lap, before casually starting to leave feather light kisses along his neck.

“You do not have a fucking leg to stand on here, Mister Secret CEO Boyfriend,” Nanaba scolds over the phone, making Mike freeze at the unexpected title, even as the pressure of Erwin’s lips only increases against his sensitive skin. “Which, by the way, I know this was his idea and not yours, you’re not twisted enough to come up with something like this. And I know I said I wanted to make friends with the big boss now that you two are doing the horizontal tango, but I’m not so sure it’s a good idea after—

“That’s alright, Miss Fischer,” Erwin interrupts, taking advantage of the speechless state his hickeys have left Mike into, sounding way too unbothered for their current predicament. “I’m not here to make friends anyway.”

There’s a sudden squeal followed by the muffled sound of Nanaba possibly trying to catch her phone before it falls from her grip.

“Erw— Mister Smith? Oh my God. Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Sir, Mike never said… I mean, had no idea you could overhear—”

“It’s alright,” Erwin says again, pausing to nibble at the skin over Mike’s collarbone, who’s trying to glare at him even though he knows it’s a lost cause. “I’ll see you Monday, Miss Fischer. Have a restful weekend.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry again. I’ll see you on Monday, Sir.”

Erwin takes the phone away before she’s even done and throws it behind him on the cushions, not bothering to check that the call effectively cut —although Mike’s sure it did, because Nanaba sounded absolutely terrified.

“You just terrorized your HR Director,” he tries, still panting from Erwin’s most recent attention to his neck.

“I know,” Erwin singsongs like he just got praised instead of scolded, nipping along Mike’s jaw playfully now.

“Did you do it because of the nickname, or because I told you she had a crush on me back when we started at the company?”

Erwin chuckles, his breath fanning over Mike’s overheated skin in the process, and draws back far enough to look him in the eyes.

“Come on, I don’t hold such childish grudges,” he says smoothly, predatory smile firmly in place.

Mike bites back his own smile, and tries to keep his face neutral.

“You know I’m aware that you’re lying, right?”

Erwin only grins wider and lets his hand travel along his torso, down his abdomen, and finally cups him briefly over his pants, tearing a hiss out of him that effectively ruins his attempt to appear unimpressed.

“And you know I’m aware of how much that turns you on, right?” he asks in his ear.

"Fuck. Kiss me,” Mike orders.

He doesn’t often use this tone of voice, but you'd need to be blind not to notice the surprising effect it has on such an authoritative figure as Erwin Smith.

But his boss still isn’t one to give up control that easily, as assure the previous times they’ve been together in bed —or this couch, his kitchen, his bathroom... even under his on site desk one memorable time— combined with the way their lips fight for dominance the second they connect and the rough hands that immediately begin tearing at his clothes —well, at Erwin’s shirt that he borrowed today, actually, so Mike really couldn’t care less about the buttons sent flying around the room right now.

Mike lets out a gasp as Erwin pushes him firmly onto his back and trails his hands over the skin he’s just uncovered. His fingers find Mike’s nipples and pinch them, reaching that perfect line between pain and pleasure right away as Mike curses as much as he blesses how well Erwin’s come to know his body in only a few months of casual —is it still casual? Erwin didn’t exactly react to Nanaba calling him Mike’s boyfriend earlier— sex encounters.

The edges of his mind are already getting fuzzy, but Mike doesn’t let himself completely fall under Erwin’s spell yet.

One of his hands cups the back of Erwin’s head and adjusts the angle with enough force to bury his face in his neck, tickling his skin with the facial hair he knows Erwin finds irresistible and unexpectedly biting down, hard. It’s definitely going to leave a bruise; but for one, it’s low enough that Erwin will be able to hide whatever faded mark is left after the weekend under a high collar shirt; and this move is one of Erwin’s weaknesses that’s never failed before.

It doesn’t disappoint now, either, and Erwin moans loudly and goes slack enough at the sudden teeth impact to let Mike switch their position and land on top of him instead.

“You really shouldn’t lie to me, Mister Smith,” he growls as he settles on top of him, rotating his hips so his ass rubs against the hardening erection in Erwin’s pants even as he brings one hand to wrap his around his throat. 

He spreads his fingers around his airway, teasing gently before he starts squeezing.

“Wait,” Erwin chokes out suddenly.

Mike lets go of his neck at once, dropping the act and cupping his cheek instead.

“Red?” he asks, searching Erwin’s eyes for signs of pain.

He tried to erase the surprise from his voice but knows he only partially succeeded —choking is certainly not where they’ve ever drawn the line before. Then again, if that’s what Erwin needs right now, of course he’ll stop.

“No, of course not,” Erwin says, dismissing his concerns with a scoff. “But don’t you want your assignment first?”

“Oh. Well, sure, but why… I mean, what is it, do you think I’m going to fuck your brains out so hard you won’t remember when I’m done with you?” he teases, grinding against him again.

“Actually, yes,” Erwin breathes through a tender smile.

There’s no trace of humor in his tone or on his face now, and Mike is split between a surge of white hot arousal at knowing his lover genuinely thinks that highly of him, and near-overwhelming affection for the sometimes disarmingly honest, always unpredictable, and forever complicated man he’s currently pinning down on expensive leather they’re about to ruin.

“Alright,” he concedes, putting both hands on each side of Erwin’s head and stilling his movements. “What inappropriate word do you charge me to use in workplace conversation next week, Sir?”

Erwin curls his index to coax Mike closer. He follows the order and leans over him until Erwin’s able to take his lower lip between his teeth and suck on it, and Mike’s groan lingers even after he’s let go with a loud pop.

“C.B.T,” Erwin enunciates.

Mike closes his mouth and swallows. Hard.

Erwin smirks up at him, his clever hands using the distraction to unbutton and unzip Mike’s pants in one fluid movement.

[theearlgreymage]

“Relax, my darling,” Erwin’s voice travels up his body in prickling waves. “Let me take care of you.” Erwin does take care of him. He’s given him more than he ever could have wanted in the years they’ve known each other. Erwin makes him feel loved. The voices are silent when Erwin leaves after a light breakfast. They know what they’ve done, Levi can feel their malicious grins plastered up the length of his spine. Deep rooted sentiment and fervor have ensnarled themselves in the gaps between his ribs. Blooms of white Carnations, Wisteria, and Tulips have pierced his lungs and the thorns of roses have nested themselves in his heart. Sprouts of undying love have planted themselves so deeply within him, that he doesn’t even know where to begin in digging them out — can’t imagine plucking them free without removing a vital part of himself with them.

So, I may have gone off the deep end this time. Kind of wrote my first Dead-Dove fic. And it kind of possessed me for nearly two weeks while I wrote all 90 pages of it.

Anyways. It's a lot. The tags are a bit spoiler-y, but I do recommend looking at them before reading this.

I also recommend pouring yourself a glass (or bottle) of wine while you read this one.

Enjoy!!

Read it here on AO3

Additional information is below the cut ✂

Chapters: 3/3

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Keith Shadis, Eren Yeager, Kuchel Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman, Special Operations Squad | Levi Squad, Original Special Operations Squad | Original Squad Levi, New Special Operations Squad | New Squad Levi, Squad Hange (Shingeki no Kyojin), Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Dot Pixis, Darius Zackly, Krisa Lenz | Historia Reiss

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ackerbond | Ackerman Bonding (Shingeki no Kyojin), Psychosis, Hallucinations, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Sexsomnia, Loss of Control, Forced Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Abortion, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, Forced Detransitioning, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trans Levi Ackerman, Falling in Love, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Riding, Breeding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Drunking sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, First Kiss, Rough Sex, Gay, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Top Erwin Smith, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Unreliable Narrator, dark ackerbond, Fucked Up, Cock Warming, The Paths, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Necrophilia, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gaslighting, No Beta We Die Like Pixis - Doing What We Loved to the Bitter End

Summary:

The gravity of the whole conversation strikes Levi then. It weighs him down with vulnerability and emotions he’s not equipped to handle. Erwin’s offering him something he’s never held before, something he doesn’t know that Erwin’s ever even offered before.

“Okay..” Levi settles back into sheets. He lets Erwin peel their clothes off, one article at a time, and then rolls onto his side. Erwin pulls him in for another kiss.

It’s easy, like this, for Levi to relax. The voices have retreated to a hushed corner in his mind, leaving him to bask in Erwin’s attention, uninterrupted. Erwin’s kisses are serene, with little flicks of his tongue and docile fingers tracing the slope of his spine. Tension seeps from Levi’s muscles, he feels unbound — malleable. Everything is saccharine, as though he’s been dipped in golden honey with the way Erwin devours him in the most tender way possible. He has to hold onto Erwin, twist his fingers in pale blonde locks and grip sun-kissed skin. If he could, he’d carve both of them open, pry both of them apart at the seams, just to stitch them back together with a curved needle and silken thread.

[ohmytomorrowisthursday]

Until I Fall - Part Fourteen

Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader.

Eventual romance but this is a slow burn, definitely angsty and darker. It will also focus a lot on Hange, Erwin and the original scouts. Eren and the 104th training corps will be around but I’m focusing on the older characters in here. Your self insert name is ‘Azeria Becker’ pronouns She/Her/Hers. Using a name because don’t like using ‘y/n’.  

Cannon universe. I wrote this for myself but I hope that you enjoy it, too lol <3

cw: imagine literally every awful/gory thing that happens in SNK. Death, violence and gore. Drinking, sex. (bolded ones in this chapter)

I will be releasing 2 chapters at a time every few days. You can find all chapters here.

“Thank you all for joining me here,” Erwin said, standing at the front of the remaining soldiers. The field was sparsely peppered with people after having lost so many. Ilse stood beside you, trying her best to balance on crutches. Erwin’s face remained the same as it always had; calm. It suddenly began to bother you as to how he remained so level headed. There was so much more to learn about him. 

“It has been a difficult few days, and I’m certain all of you are exhausted and wondering what comes next. Today, I will announce the restructuring of our branch and name our squadron leaders,” his voice boomed through the air. Looking at him in front of you now, you knew that this was where he was meant to be. He was a born leader. 

“Hange Zoe and Mike Zacharias will be your new Squad Leaders. When we rebuild our troops I will expand leadership. Until that times comes, you will report to them,” he paused and scanned the crowed. You looked over at Levi, his face seemingly annoyed. “There is much to do now that wall Maria has fallen. Your roles have now become more important than ever. Regain your health and stamina. The time to fight again is near, and we all need to be ready to save humanity from this loss. We will begin training once again in three days. You are all dismissed!” 

The soldiers saluted and everyone scurried away. “Come see me tonight?” Ilse asked, you nodded to her and parted ways. You jogged over to catch up with Levi. “So much for our vacation,” you joked. “Yeah,” he said flatly, looking off into the distance. He seemed off. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah,” he replied in his same distant tone. You both walked over to the stables together. 

Aside from the veterinarians and the operations team, the rest of the soldiers who normally cared for the horses were gone. It was often a role that the rookies and older soldiers had to do. There were hundreds of horses, and since the Survey Corps also bred their own as well, there was no shortage of things to do. 

The two of you were kindly given the worst of the jobs; cleaning out the stables. Levi already looked like he regretted joining you. He hung his jacket on a nail and rolled up his sleeves. You looked at him, bemused at his disgust. “Don’t worry, grump, I’ll take out the shit,” you laughed. He shot you a death glare, “Then why are you still here?” 

The two of your worked until lunch. Levi despised cleaning out the barns but didn’t seem to mind spending time with the horses. The mess didn’t bother you too much so you let him stick to brushing out the animals instead. It was quite amusing to see him here; the infamous Levi Ackerman cleaning shit out of barns. If only people could see him now. You liked these moments; when both of you felt like normal people. The past few days had been so hard, but here in the barn, the sun was shining bright and spring was finally in full bloom. Sometimes you’d flick pieces of hay at him and watch his annoyed face “I’m warning you, one more time and I’m throwing you in the manure pile,” he’d threaten. You’d just roll your eyes, “Uh huh.” You loved that here Levi Ackerman was just your friend, not some hero to swoop in and save everyone. Without his Scout uniform on he was just a man. What would you be if you weren’t here, Levi?

The morning had put you in high spirits again. Spending time with the horses was always nice and having Levi accompany you, but he still didn’t seem like his normal self. Afternoon rolled around and Erwin had called his former team into a meeting. This was it; you and Hange would ask him about your side project. 

The room was small but it held your squad, which was nice and made everything seem a little more normal. You sat next to Hange, their disposition always made you feel calm. Erwin stood at the front of the room. His face had changed a little now, in the most subtle way his features had disarmed themselves, and underneath his face was angry and agitated. Maybe you were beginning to read him.

“It’s good to see you all,” Erwin started. “We have a lot to cover. Wall Maria’s breach is a worst case scenario for us. The Garrison are evacuating all residents into Wall Rose and Sina. We may be asked to partake on these journeys as needed, but I have gotten clearance for the Survey Corps to hold back for emergency operations only. Our troops are too weak and we need to save our strength for crucial work.” He paused and looked around. The whole room was listening intently to him; he had that kind of power over people.

“First; the wall breach,” He pulled down a map, “It occurred in the early afternoon. Two titans- the likes of which we’ve never seen before- appeared on the south wall; a titan whose body eclipsed the size of the wall; standing at 60 meters tall. The other was a 15 meter titan with armoured skin. Both were abnormal. They did not attack anyone, however the damage that they did to the wall was significant enough to let in a large group of titans into the city. After they compromised the wall, both titans disappeared. We have no reports as to where they went, and no members of the Garrison could see the titans escaping out into the remaining lands.”

Levi looked skeptically at Erwin, “What do you mean they vanished? How could something 60 meters high just disappear?”

Erwin faced him, “Exactly. We don’t know how they managed to vanish. Most titans give off steam and disappear, but not in the way that the Colossus did. No one had hit it, it seemed to willingly disappear.” 

“How can they do that…” Hange trailed off.

“We don’t know,” Erwin replied.

“Are there any reports from the Garrison around Wall Maria?” Mike asked. “So far,” Erwin replied, “Nothing. It seems the enemy has not returned, all that’s has swarmed Maria is regular titans.”

“So, what’s the plan from here?” Levi asked. 

“The evacuation process is underway. Once the land is cleared of civilians we’ll be able to come up with plans for the next expedition. My hope for the next few months is to focus on rebuilding our troops and training them on the flare signal system. Additionally, I’m proposing that we set up a new base of operations closer to Trost. After yesterdays latest casualty; our current headquarters is too far to respond in a timely fashion. If we don’t improve this situation I fear that the MP’s and the King will use this ammunition against the Corps,” Erwins eyes were far away; he was already looking out towards the next expedition. If he had ever grieved then you’d never know it. “I will keep you all informed as things progress. In the meantime do your best to keep morale high around here.”

“That’ll be easier for some than others,” Hange nudged Levi.

“You stink of shit, four eyes,” He groaned. 

“You’re all dismissed,” Erwin finished. Hange jumped out of their seat and tapped him on the shoulder, you followed behind as fast as you could. “Commander, do you mind if I have a minute of your time,” Hange asked. “Certainly. Let’s wait until everyone has left.” 

The room cleared and the three of you stood alone. “Commander, after our last expedition, and based on the facts presented to us today, I think that we need to make a greater effort to study the titans. I would like to propose a research operation; lets capture a titan alive, and use it to better understand our enemy. With so many unknowns we should be better prepared to fight these creatures,” Hange’s face was confident and determined; you wondered how they could talk to Erwin like that. His eyes shifted towards you, “And how does Azeria fit in with this?” He asked.

Hange’s face lightened up, “Well that’s the best part! Azeria was a mechanic before she joined the corps! Her father trained her on how to build ODM gear and shotguns for the Interior Police. She wants to help me build something that would be able to capture titans!”

Erwin was paused in thought.

“We could work on it alone until the time is right. That way no one else would know of our operation,” Hange added. Erwin continued to think, and your heart pounded waiting in anticipation for his answer.

“I’m sorry Hange but no,” He replied flatly.

“But-“

“No. We just took an incredible loss. How am I supposed to justify putting more soldiers at risk of death for an operation to capture one alive?” Hange’s face dropped into disappointment. “I understand why you’d like to do this, and I don’t think its a bad idea, but right now is not the time.”

“I understand, Commander,” Hange replied, trying to put on a happier voice. “You’ve both done tremendous work over the past few days. Hange, I know you will be an excellent Squad Commander. Azeria, your efforts have not gone unnoticed. Keep up the good work,” Erwin said. His face regained his usual gaze. He was done letting his guard down; now, he was back to being a leader. 

“Thank you, Commander,” You both said. 

The two of you walked out of the room and Hange patted you on the back, “It’s alright, Azeria. Let’s trust Erwin. We can always propose it again when things are better.”

Despite the fact that you felt a little embarrassed for asking you smiled back, “Thank’s for letting me join you anyways.”

In a way, you felt relief; the past few days had shown you how hard it really was to be in the Survey Corps. You were looking forward to being a normal soldier again for the next few months.

chapter fifteen

[pontevoix]

you are not the bad person you think you are. * na to mike.

erwin  had  theorized  once  that  the  people  who  survive  in  the  survey  corps  have  a  quota.  they  survive�� five  to  eight  expeditions,  &  then  they  feel  a  sudden  burst  of  something  like  hellfire  —  it  sends  arrogance  &  twisted  appreciation  for  thrills  (  adrenaline  )  searing  through  the  chest.  after  five  to  eight  expeditions,  there’s  a  moment  when  the  prospect  of  continued  life  surges  through  the  body  like  a  manic  need  to  survive  again,  to  come  out  alive  again.  it  feels  like  a  burst  of  triumph  &  challenge  &  grief  &  cruelty.  it  feels  like  a  lucky  streak.

the  first  time  erwin  conjured  this  theory,  it  had  been  after  their  fifth  expedition.  they  mucked  the  stables  together  &  heaved  buckets  of  water  that  splashed  over  the  sides  of  the  bucket  with  every  step  that  they  took.  the  water  leaves  a  trail  of  mud  behind  them,  &  zacharias  reflects  that  erwin  has  veered  into  something  guilty  &  erratic  since  they’re  last  expedition.  he  has  spoken  too  loudly,  laughed  something  forced,  slept  less,  &  always  found  time  for  extra  work.

zacharias  tells  herwin  that  he’s  speaking  for  himself.  then  he  waits  for  them  to  put  down  their  buckets  to  punch  erwin  hard  enough  in  the  shoulder  that  it’s  understood  that  quota  or  not,  they  still  share  common  ground.  even  if  erwin  was  full  of  shit.

erwin  mellows  out  again  after  the  seventh  expedition.

after  eight  expeditions,  zacharias  feels  a  surge  of  unbridled  energy  run  through  him  —  it  sends  arrogance  &  twisted  appreciation  for  thrills  (  adrenaline  )  searing  through  the  chest.  hellfire.  zacharias  feels  his  most  cruel  then.  he  feels  disrespectful  of  the  loss  surrounding  him  in  a  way  that  he’s  never  been  before,  &  it  makes  him  sullen.  he  trains  harder  at  night,  wakes  up  earlier,  takes  an  extra  shift  in  the  kitchen.

but  he’s  harsher  when  he  critiques  his  comrades'  form.  he  rolls  his  eyes  when  erwin  mutters  something  about  making  a  trip  to  the  city.  they  end  up  sparring,  &  zacharias  finally  admits  that  there  might  be  a  quota.

eight  has  been  his  quota.

it  turns  out  that  being  aware  of  the  quota  makes  it  easier  to  handle  when  it  cycles  around.  it  always  cycles  around.  it  always  makes  him  feel  like  shit,  but  he  understands  it  a  little  better.  he  thinks  he  tucks  it  away  a  little  better  too,  after  he  understands  it.

nanaba ( @deiikara ) tells  him  otherwise.

they’ve  been  training  the  horses  together  —  creatures  just  barely  three  years  old.  it’s  a  slow  process,  but  they’ve  been  making  progress.  taking  horses  out  one  by  one  &  then  finishing  the  session  grooming  them.  they’re  both  only  responsible  for  two  horses  each;  they  have  other  obligations  throughout  the  day.

but  zacharias  scrapes  mud  from  this  horse’s  hooves,  &  nanaba  tells  him  otherwise.

you  are  not  the  bad  person  you  think  you  are,  she  says.

zacharias  straightens.  he  huffs  a  laugh  &  thinks  that  he  doesn’t  tuck  away  the  quota  well  enough  if  nanaba  notices  his  irritability  &  sullenness  &  guilt  &  triumph.

‘  it’s  not  that,  ‘  he  admits.  he  pats  the  horse’s  side  lightly  to  soothe  her  before  bending  again  to  encourage  the  horse  to  offer  him  her  hoof  again.  ‘  it’s  not  an  existential  crisis  or  something  like  that  —  i’m  too  old  for  that.  shit,  can  you  imagine  ?  ‘  he  scoffs,  &  the  horse  protests  the  sound  by  tossing  its  head.

‘  i  think  that  i’m  not  in  doing  as  good  a  job  as  i  could  be.  respecting  the  values  that  i  want  to  respect.  not  on  an  existential  level.  just  .  .  .  a  phase.  you  get  phases  sometimes  ?  ‘

he’s  speaking  broadly,  but  it’s  what  it  is.  he’s  never  liked  talking  too  much.  he  never  felt  too  conversational.  the  horse  is  stubborn  &  young  &  retracts  her  hoof.  &  more  than  that,  he’s  not  in  a  place  where  he’s  able  to  talk  in  too  much  detail.  about  the  political  things  that  scouts  undertake.  about  disagreements  he  has  with  the  man  with  command.  with  what  it  means  to  host  a  kid  who  turns  into  a  titan.  he’s  not  in  a  place  to  talk  in  too  much  detail.  that’s  the  chain  of  command.

zacharias  takes  the  opportunity  to  drift  closer  to  where  nanaba  works.

‘  i  go  through  phases  where  i’m  just  really  glad  to  be  here.  but  you  got  good  eyes  on  you,  you  know  ?   ‘

[axoxtxhxh]

Can you do Miche x male reader? Like male y/n is a tian shifter and would do anything to protect Miche even if the others deem it wrong. 18+ smit and some angest? If you want..🥺

So sorry this took me a bit. I really had to think about it to make sure I was doing a good job with it. I did cut out the smut only because it would have been too quick for this. I really REALLY hope you like it! ❤️

On Top of the World

Pairing: Miche x Male Reader

Content: Nearly all fluff, tiny bit of angst

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Summary: Reader is a Marleyan warrior, similar to a titan shifter, and one day he feels the need to save a scout from titans.

A/N: I am totally out of my comfort zone on this one since I don’t have much experience writing for a male reader, so I hope I didn’t do terribly. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it!

You remember the first time you saved Miche. You directly disobeyed orders and followed your commander. You were told to continue forward and clear a way for him as he stayed back, moving in to interact with one of the island devils who had killed four of Zeke’s titans in a few swift movements. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had never seen someone moving so quickly and smoothly. His tall body flying through the air, jumping from titan to titan, his silky hair blowing all around his face as he spun and flipped. That’s all it took for you to follow Zeke as he approached the man. Your interest already completely attached to him.

You knew you couldn’t let Zeke know you were following him so you moved around the trees, hiding in areas he couldn’t see you. You were a small titan, not like the others, certainly not like Zeke. You were a minion to him, just a little busy bee that did what he asked.

You watched as Zeke spoke to him, the horrified look in his eyes was understandable. Zeke was an intimidating titan even for you. You couldn’t believe the strength of him, trying to stand on two broken legs as titans closed around him. That’s when your body took over and you can barely remember how it happened. One moment you were hidden in the trees watching it all happen and then next moment you were running, slashing through titans with your hands and running with Miche in your arms.

He was bigger than you thought he would be, your post in the trees not close enough to get a good look.

You weren’t a titan like the other shifters. You were considered a subclass to them. A lesser version created by Marley researchers in order to grow their army. You were the first one. A prototype. Something they liked to look at in horror, yet in the same breath, confidently ask you to do their bidding. You always listened, except that day.

You watched Miche squirm in your grip and you struggled to hold him. You weren’t as strong as titans were. You were certainly stronger in your titan form than human form, but significantly weaker than a normal titan.

“I’m not trying to hurt you.” You told him, your titan voice deep and throaty. His struggling stopped and you felt his body trembling at your voice. As soon as you shook off the titans following, you slowed down and gently placed Miche on the grass. You both sat there staring at each other. Miche unable to believe what he was seeing while the realization of what you just did hit you.

“You can talk.” Miche spoke first, still taking shallow breaths. You watched his broad chest rise and fall and wondered how it compared to the size of yours when you were in your human form.

“I can.” His eyes widened again at your voice and you took a step back, not wanting to scare him. “I—I’m a titan, but I’m also human.”

You were more of a shapeshifter than a titan, though someone looking at you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The only difference was your eyes. You struggled to remember what your eyes looked like before you became what you were. Were they brown? Maybe green? You were sure they weren’t blue, but could never be certain how sure you were. It didn’t matter. They were now a luminescent glowing swirl of purples. Something to do with the chemical injections given to you during the experimentation phase of your transformation.

You explained all of this to Miche the second time you saw him. The second time you saved him. That first day was not the last. You would save him numerous times following that day. Each time was the same. Each time he knew you were coming. You could see a smile grow on his face as he picked up your scent.

You never understood his olfactory sense no matter how many times he explained it to you. He’d laugh at the confused look on your face each time he would try.

It was difficult what you were doing. The constant disappearing caught the attention of the warriors. They were always asking where you were running off to and you had to come up with excuse after excuse, lying to your comrades to spend time with the enemy. Those labels started becoming increasingly more confusing to you as did your feelings towards the man you were secretly escaping to meet.

Visiting Paradis wasn’t always top priority for Marley and in between the times you were able to see Miche, you found yourself lying in bed at night thinking about the times you were with him. He wasn’t at all how people of that island were described to you. He was funny and caring, someone you enjoyed spending time with. You often wondered if he thought the same about you. You wouldn’t describe yourself as funny, but he laughed quite a bit when you spoke. Serious conversations turned silly when he smiled.

That night wasn’t any different than the others. You were in bed, your thoughts quickly moving to Miche again. His broad shoulders and muscular arms at the front of your mind. You learned quickly that he was very playful, always play fighting, pretending to fight you when he became restless from sitting, laughing at himself when you playfully pushed him back. You tried not to think about his smile and his laugh as you felt a growing warmth in your stomach. Fighting it only made it worse though. The nights feeling so much longer unless you gave in.

You weren’t sure what it was that kept you going back to see him each and every time. It never occurred to you that he was making the same choice as you. Deciding himself that he wanted to see you each time you were on Paradis.

“Why do you come to see me?” You finally built the courage to ask him. You were thankful in your titan form he couldn’t see what you were feeling. He was sitting in the grass, looking up at the sky and shrugged.

“What else would I do?” He smiled. “Do I get to ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“When will you let me see you?” He finally looked away from the sky and directly at you. You tried to bring your eyebrows together, but your titan form prevented it, leaving you just staring at him.

“What do you mean? You’re seeing me now.”

“The real you.” He clarified.

He wanted to see you in your human form? What for? Was he trying to weaken you? This whole time was he trying to get closer to you in order to use you. He was using you to get to Marley, the get to the other warriors. He didn’t actually care about you. You didn’t know why you were thinking these things, but you were, you couldn’t help it.

“It’s fine, you don’t—”

“Why would you want to see me in my human form?” You stood up.

“Because I want to see you.” He laughed. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, but it felt like he was mocking you.

“What does it matter what I look like? Is that what you care about?” Miche stood up. He realized what you were feeling even without being able to see it or hear it in your tone.

“Y/N, I care about you.” He brought his hand to yours and you looked down at it. It was so small compared to yours, but you knew in your human form it would be so much bigger, able to completely cover yours as he closed his fingers around your hand. You pulled your hand away.

“You don’t care about me. If you did, you wouldn’t ask that.” You took a step back.

“I do ca—”

“You just want to see me weak and small. I’m not weak.” “I know you’re not. I wasn’t—Y/N, I wasn’t saying—”

He stopped speaking when you turned around and ran away, heading to meet back up with your comrades. Maybe they were right. Maybe this place was full of devils only out to get everyone. It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right. You felt confused and hurt. Why would Miche be like that? How could he be like that? He wasn’t anything like what you thought people here would be like. He was different. He had to be different. But when you thought about what he asked, you weren’t sure.

If he did care about you, why would he want to see you in a different way? If he cared about you in your titan form, that was how he saw you. Strong, tall, intimidating, a warrior. Why would he want your human form? Your human form was small, it was weak, it was tired and nothing special. That wasn’t what Miche cared about. He knows you as the titan that saved him. The tough, the durable, the giant titan that he could rely on. You were nothing like that in your human form. Nothing. He may not have known it, but you knew it. If he did care about you, it could only be in your titan form.

You stopped running. It was as if a wall were in front of you and you would hit it if you kept running, but the feeling you felt was more of a pull coming from behind you. A feeling that stopped you from leaving. You couldn’t. You felt something on your face and went to wipe it. Tears? You didn’t even know you could cry in this form.

There was a buzzing sound coming from behind you. You had never heard it before, but you knew what it was. That special gear the people of the island used to get around titans. The sound got closer and closer until it was right behind you, stopping suddenly and then you heard heavy breathing.

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Even if all the reasons in your head told you to turn around. All the training you had told you to turn around, never turn your back on an enemy, but you didn’t. Miche wasn’t the enemy. Even though you knew the man you had fallen in love with was standing behind you, you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t.

“I won’t ask you to do it again.” He panted. “It really doesn’t matter to me what form you’re in.”

“Then why did you ask?” You stayed with your back to him.

“I… I don’t know.” He paused and you could almost hear his worry. “If this is the form you want me to see, if this is who you want to be, if this is who you are… I will love you either way.”

Love?

You turned your head, looking back at him and he smiled. The smile that set of everything. Your feelings, the reason you kept coming back. There was a familiar tingle in your spine and you cried out, your body shaking and bones cracking. Your transition from human to titan often went smoother than the other way around. It was painful and took much longer, your body tensing and sweating as it pushed through the unnatural process.

Your eyes were closed, but you could feel Miche’s eyes on you as your body twitched and shrunk down to half, a third, a quarter of the titan size. You struggled, but you managed to open them up enough to blink away the tears and see Miche’s face. He didn’t have the look of horror that you were expecting. There wasn’t even a look of disgust like you were used to from many of the Marleyan soldiers. It was a look you had never seen anyone give you before. It was a look you could only describe as adoration.

As soon as the shift was complete, you were forced to take shallow breaths as you tried to get enough air for your body. You held what was left of your pants to your stomach, trying your best to adjust to your weaker form. Your muscles felt tired, almost too tired to hold you up. This was a transition the other warriors never had to feel, they always kept their human form, hiding it in their titan’s nape. You, however, became something different, needing a period of adjustment as your remembered how to use your smaller body.

You took one final deep breath and slowly turned around. Miche stood in the same spot, unmoved from when he landed before your shifting started. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything you could say.

Miche took a slow step forward, another slow step after that, and another step after that. Each step getting quicker than the previous one until he was standing in front of you. It felt strange and you knew he felt it too. You had never had to look up at him and he never had to look down at you.

He looked almost apprehensive as he stared at your face, trying to find parts of your titan face in your human one. He wouldn’t though, you were completely different. He looked into your eyes, the familiar swirling waves of purple and his face relaxed.

“Your eyes are the same.” He spoke softly.

“They don’t change.” His body stiffened slightly at your voice. It made sense. He had never heard you speak before and you wondered if it was uncomfortable for him to hear. He sniffed the air in front of you lightly.

“Your scent is the same too.”

“I—”

“So this is you?” He asked. The question completely unnecessary because you both knew it was. Still, you found it difficult to speak the confirmation and instead just nodded, having to quickly look away. You weren’t sure if it was discomfort or embarrassment, maybe even shame.

You weren’t that small for a man. You were very average, but to a titan, you were small. To Miche, you were small. You thought of the first time you saw him, flying through the sky over the titans, twisting and spinning as he cut their nape. You remembered his heavy breathing and thought about how big he would seem if you were standing with him as you were in that moment.

Before you even really thought about it, your hand had lifted up, moving towards where your eyes lay on his chest. You were hesitant to touch him, not even really sure if he was okay with you being close to him. You looked like an entirely different person than he was used to. You started pulling your hand away, dropping it to your side and Miche grabbed it, pulling it to his chest and holding it there.

You didn’t even have time to enjoy it because soon after he wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up from the ground. Your legs were swinging as he spun in a circle and laughed, his smile seemed different somehow and before you knew it, you were smiling with him. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you felt so warm, your heart was slamming in your chest at the feeling.

He set you down quickly, moving his hands to your cheeks, cupping your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes went wide, your hands holding his shoulders, and you forgot to breathe. There was a strange buzzing in your body that you had never felt before. It moved through you quickly and settled in your stomach. It felt good. You felt high. You felt like you were on top of the world.

Your eyes slowly closed and you opened your mouth, your arms going around Miche’s neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue brushed over yours as his arms moved around your waist and he pulled you up, spinning you in a circle again. It was a feeling you wouldn’t have been able to describe to anyone and a feeling that no one had ever told you that you could feel.

He set you back down and smiled into your lips, pulling away. You had expected Miche to look at you differently once he saw you, the real you. What you hadn’t expected was how different he looked to you. His eyes were brighter, his smile wider, his voice warmer.

You both took a deep breath and smiled, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly while he swung it back and forth.

“I think I might be able to take you on now.” He joked. You looked up at him, trying to guess what he was talking about and he put his arms up, play punching your shoulder and you laughed.

“I can always shift back.” You jokingly threatened, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“Not yet.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it behind his back, bringing you up against his chest. “Just a little longer like this.”

[commanderserwin]

skins.

↦ pairing(s): levi x mike x erwin x reader

↦ word count: 2.3k

↦ anon request: 

Hello! I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are (and if this not okay for you and your comfort zone), would if be okay to have a one-shot where it's ~rough and smutty~ Reader x Erwin x Mike X Levi? I love your writing style and I haven't really found much for the odd pairing lemon or fluff wise. Gracias, have a lovely day!

↦ warning(s): !!! nsfw !!! foursome !!! smut !!! 

↦ author’s note(s): ah yes, the product of my 3am writing so im just going to walk away🚶🏻‍♀️enjoy !!

ps. it isn’t that rough and smutty since i’m not that well versed with smut but hey i tried, don’t ~judge~ bye bye!! 🥴

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It was Levi’s idea. 

Levi was already sprawled on the bed, his hands laced behind his head, as he watched you take off of your pants, slowly, bending down to fully remove the skinny pants and the underwear you have on. The next was your shirt, unbuttoning it, eyes still on Levi’s. Everybody’s breath hitched when you bared your naked self, as your eyes continued to stay on Levi’s. 

He continued to watch, watch how you got on the bed, his legs widening as you kneeled in the middle. Your hands moved from his ankles to his thighs, and you bend down, air hitting your sex, as you licked his tip. Levi remained impassive but you caught on that subtle change in the rise of his chest, as you licked him down, tongue exposed for everybody to see how you take him down. You stayed in that position as you held him with your hand, thumb pressing lightly on his tip. Suddenly, your hand guided the length of his, slow then fast, just like how he likes it. Levi struggled to open his eyes as you pumper him faster, your thumb spreading the pre-cum, and once he started grunting, groaning, you stopped. 

“Tch.”

You smiled, leaning in forward to lay kisses on his hips, up to his stomach, then to his chest, and on his jaw. Your hands moved up and down his body, fingers grazing on his prickled skin as he watched you intently. 

You want to ride him now, he thought, just by looking at your eyes, he knows you want to. 

His hands grabbed at your face, capturing your lips in his, his hand moving down to your hip to position you right at his cock. He tasted like alcohol when he licked your lips open, tongues now meeting in slick hunger as if it was just the two of you. Both of you pulled away, Levi pulling on your lower lip as you turned your head to the audience. 

Erwin and Mike were still clothed, still sitting on the table with alcohol that Levi prepared. The only thing that has changed is how Erwin got rid of his emerald bolo tie, as Mike already unbuttoned the firsts of his shirt. Erwin gulped down his glass, eyes trained on your bodies as Mike itched on his sit to join. But Levi has other plans. He suddenly grabbed your face again, his eyes pointed at the audience, as he kissed you deeply on the lips, leaving marks all around your neck, collarbones, and finally on your breasts. He pinched your perked nipple, and he smirked at the men, as you squealed.

“No kissing,” Levi darkly said, his eyes now on Erwin and Mike’s. 

They nodded. They seem nervous, blushing from their neck to their ears as they downed another glass. It must be the alcohol or it must be the lewd noises that came for Levi and you, just from blowing him and kissing. Erwin was the one who looked too nervous, making it hard for you to believe that he thought of agreeing to this. Meanwhile, Mike was into it. He was already breathing hard, hand continuously fixing his pants as your sex came into the view. 

Levi stood up from the bed, offering a hand to get you off as well. In a swift movement, he carried you to the table where they were sat, hands curled behind your thighs, as he set you down. He began to kiss you again, his hand going in between your legs to move them apart, and helped you settle on the table as you laid down. You looked up to where you were, Erwin’s nervous face right up to your eyes. Just to tease, you pulled on his shirt, hand going up to his jaw and chin, liking the way his heart pumped hard under your touch. Turning to the left, you saw Mike staring holes at your body, from your chest then to your face. You pulled him down as well by the collar of his shirt, then to his neck and jaw, and forehead, moving away his bangs to see you better. 

Levi pinched your inner thigh, making you move in surprise as you giggled on his excitement. He licked two of his fingers, immediately inserting them in you, pumping slow and hard as your whole body move on the table, as he continued to pump into you. You held on to the shirts of your audience, eyes closing as Levi used his other hand to play with your clit as continued to finger you, curling deep continuously. The sensation from your clit being played altogether was too much that your lewd moans contained the room, filling their ears and yours from how much Levi could break you down with just your fingers. 

You struggled to open your eyes, looking at your lover’s gray eyes, “Should we let them join? After all,” you breathed hard, toes curling all ready at how good he is with his fingers, “this is your idea.” 

Levi nodded, holding down your hip as the sounds from his fingers your wetness surrounded the room, as you whimpered as well for more. More, more, more, getting hot thinking of what the other men in the room would do. Although, Levi has already said that there will no kissing. He’s got that reserved for your body, and only him could do that. He continued to finger you, and you couldn’t help but moan and wrap your hand around the one on your clit, begging him to do more, faster and harder, all ready wanting to feel full just from him. 

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered breathily, taking your eyes off of Levi’s to watch them do so. You wrapped one leg around Levi’s torso, feeling your close coming this fast, seeing how hard everybody is already. Just as you were about to speak, Levi’s fingers exited your hole as he felt your walls clenched, and immediately thrusted right into you, making you moan loudly as that first, hard, thrust made you feel so full, hearing it hit you again and again. 

“Erwin,” Levi breathed, removing himself, making you open your eyes as you breathed hard, waiting. “Come fuck her.” 

Erwin wasted no time, already hard as you watched him take over Levi’s position. You have to slightly open your legs wider for him as he settled in the middle, his hand running up and down his cock. His calloused hand reached to squeeze your chest, his finger running down to your front, as he run a finger as well on your walls, your breath hitching at the sense of someone’s finger on you aside from Levi’s. He used that same finger to press on your clit, your pleasure jolting to your body, making you arch your back, as Levi played with your chests. With no hesitation, you felt Erwin’s hands on your hips, pressing you down on the small table, as he grunted entering you. 

Erwin felt you adjust to his size, your walls clenching, and he moved rhythmically, loving the way chest bounces through the motion. He grabbed your thigh to wrap around his torso, lifting it slight for another angle. Meanwhile, Levi played with your clit and breasts. 

“Faster,” you pleaded, body shuddering with pleasure. Your hand moved to where Mike was, surprised that he was already standing beside where you were being fucked. You inched him forward, your hand on his hip to make him move as close as possible to your mouth. Erwin and Levi moved faster, and faster you are going to cum. Just as when you were about speak, Mike inched his cock to your mouth, shutting you up, making you taste his pre-cum as he lapped it over your dirty lips. 

Mike fucked your mouth relentlessly, capturing your moans with every move of his hot length in your mouth as you came with Erwin’s cock inside of you. You felt the hot splurge of his cum on your stomach, smiling as Levi took his place and pounded into you harder and rougher, your tongue smashed right at Mike’s cock as he also move in synch, as if meeting your body halfway as Levi pounded into you and Mike on your mouth. Levi slapped your cheek slightly, groaning at the painful pleasure, full at each direction as Erwin grabbed your hand to play with his hard length. You nodded, moving your hand up and down as the other coddled with Mike’s balls near your mouth, smirking at how loud they are once they feel your touch. 

Levi loved the sight the sheen of sweat on your body as you gurgled through Mike’s cock and your hand lazily going up and down Erwin’s cock, fully knowing that you are about to cum again. He could feel your walls clench as his cock twitched, and he pounded even harder is harder, hands tighter around your hip and your clit for another pleasure ride. He watched Mike cummed on your mouth, helpfully wiping his mess of your mouth as you moaned and whimpered as Levi moved rougher, rubbing on your clit for added pleasure. 

“Levi,” you whispered hoarsely, “Right there, fuck- fuck- shit-.” 

Levi pounded faster, his bangs sticking to his forehead as Erwin played with your mouth, his cock now on your mouth. Levi wiped the sweat on his chest, burning from the intensity at how you are taking them three, as he fucked you, and Erwin’s cock lining your neck, the words stuck to your throat as you pleaded messily, “Going to- fuck! Shit-.” 

Mike took his place over Levi’s, finally getting a taste of your pussy, groaning at how well you are adjusting to his size, pounding right into you, Levi’s fingers inside of you again. Mike bottomed out on you, making you grab hold of his hand on your waist, nails marking his wrist as he thrusted deep and deep, until it became sloppy, groaning quickly, as your movements emitted erotic sounds, the wetness of Mike’s leftover cum and now Erwin’s on your mouth, to Levi’s fingers still inside you as Mike pounded, heavily, and rougher, feeling his weight on your body. 

“Stretch that pussy,” Levi commanded, his fingers now gone, and left to wrap it on your chin. Levi loves this image of you so fucked-out, red, cum all over your body, as you grabbed for him. He wasted no time sucking on your breast, hand fisting his hair from too much pleasure. Levi wiped the sweat off of yours, smirking as Erwin left your cock, and now your moans could be fully heard, as he wiped down on your mouth as well. 

He listened to you whimpered, Mike still pounding into you, and slowly groaning as Mike became sloppy, eyes closing as he continued, his nails digging into your hips. He groaned, pulling out, shooting his cum on to the table’s napkin in a hurry, as you helped yourself to your own release. Everybody watched you touched yourself, hand going to pinch your nipple, and fingers curling in and out. Levi bent down, his hand moving up and down his length, as he whispered dirty nothings to your ear, hearing you moan as Levi helped you to your high. 

It felt like electricity, your heart pumping loudly and fast, as you cummed on the table with the helped of Levi’s words at your ears, breathing heavily as everybody widely watched you. Smiling lazily, you sat up with the help of Levi’s hand on your lower back, wiping yourself with another napkin as you turned your head towards the other two men. 

“That’s up to your expectation?” 

“Even better,” Mike groaned, cleaning himself up as Erwin began putting on his clothes. 

You turned to Erwin, pink tinge on his ears as you ushered him forward, “Did you enjoy, Commander?” 

“Yes,” his voice raspy and clipped as he eyed your naked figure still on the table. He looked on to Mike and Levi, a small, shy smile on his face as he zipped himself up, still blushing. 

It made you smirked about how shy your Commander was, when he agreed to this. He couldn’t look straight at you, so you managed to tease him a little bit more. You stood in front of him, still naked, as you helped him with his emerald bolo tie. Erwin’s breath hitched, as he felt your finger graze his neck and collar, and he eyed you down with no hesitation, gulping at how his mess still stained your stomach. 

“No looking,” Levi grunted, swatting your hands off of Erwin’s tie as you laughed. Erwin nodded, while Mike joined in your laugh. 

Mike was the most nonchalant in this whole ordeal, clearly showing that he enjoyed as he squeezed your shoulder as he grabbed Erwin by the shoulder, to lead him outside Levi’s room. 

“Bye, Mike!” You said, waving your hand, watching them disappear out of the door.

You crossed your arms at Levi who was already sitting by the table, a glass in his hand as he surveyed you with his steel eyes. His brows was furrowed deep in thought, matching yours as you stared at him. Levi sighed, placing down his glass on the table, as he gestured you forward. Once you were close enough, he grabbed your hips as he placed your naked body on his lap. He got a hold of another napkin, and proceeded to wipe down your sweat and everybody’s mess. He wiped down on your mouth, cheeks, stomach, and your inner thighs as you held him by the shoulder. 

“Is that how you envisioned it?”

[briabell]

— Mike Zacharias modern day moodboard 🌙

[fict0philia]

𝓪𝓸𝓽 𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽

character(s): erwin smith, levi ackerman, hange zoe, mike zacharias / gn!reader

warning(s): none. SFW, established relationship, comfort

link(s): ko-fi, navigation

erwin smith

can be a little awkward when it comes to comfort, but he quickly learns how to cater to your needs specifically!

the best hugger. he is so big and he’s built as hell too, so he is very nice to lay on when you’re both relaxing. those pecs are soft! rest your head on them, they’re like your own personal pillows

is very good at verbal comfort. we all know erwin is skilled in the speech department, so if you need advice, reassurance or just to listen to him he’s more than willing to just talk to you

erwin is a very stressed individual, so mutual comforting is definitely going to be a thing between the two of you. loves to rest his head on you and have you run your hands through his hair while he mumbles advice and reassurance into your skin

is a quick learner and will figure out the best ways to make you feel better super fast! need a snack? he’s already making your favorite. need a hot drink? it’s already in your hands. need to be cuddled? he’s already wrapping his arms around you

he might not be available all the time because of his work, but he definitely makes it up to you when he’s there

levi ackerman

does not know how to comfort people. it takes him a long time to accept comfort from other people, so don’t expect him to be good at dishing it back out.

better at physical comfort than verbal comfort, he’s afraid he might say the wrong thing so he will automatically try to place a hand on your back reassuringly or maybe even give you a hug if he’s feeling nice

that isn’t to say that he won’t try and talk to you, it’s just his own version of comfort. is good at reassuring you, as well as asking if he needs to fight anyone that’s hurt your feelings- otherwise, it’s a pretty mediocre conversation

the more he opens up to you, the better he gets- like erwin, he can learn what’s best to comfort you specifically!

levi mirrors your actions from when you comfort him! it’s actually pretty endearing that he takes your actions and returns them 

despite his ineptitude at comforting you verbally, he can give pretty good advice when he tries; so if you have any problems he can be helpful in that regard!

hange zoe

very in tune with their emotions and is one of the best people to seek out when you need comfort

a pleasant mix of physical and verbal comfort, usually holding your hands in their own or resting an arm around your shoulder as they talk about how brilliant you are and how they think you’re amazing!

hange can sometimes get carried away in their own thoughts, so you may need to ask for them to comfort you before they even notice that you’re craving their attention

is the perfect person to talk to if you need to distract yourself- they have so much stuff to talk about, show you, etc that it’d be impossible to even remember what was bothering you in the first place by the time they’re finished

like erwin, they are a great hugger and love hugs to boot! loves, loves, loves physical affection, so they will be all over you if you want them to be

if they can, they will 100% drop everything they’re doing to make sure you feel better before continuing their work- they’re just as dedicated to you as they are to their research

mike zacharias

a man of few words, he prefers to give you physical comfort. when it comes to emotional conversation, i feel like he’s not that great with his words

also a good hugger! the most likely to pull you into a tight hug when you need comfort from him. he’ll rest his chin on your head, occasionally pressing a kiss there as he rubs one of his hands up and down your back

while mike doesn’t like to talk that much, he will always have some words of reassurance for you when you need it. he could talk for hours about all the things he loves about you and how much you mean to him!

the most likely to drop work in favor of you. you’re the most important thing in his life and he’s willing to take a scolding from his higher ups if that means he can make you feel better!

will also get you a snack or drink unprovoked and 90% of the time it’s your favorite- you don’t know how he manages it but you don’t ask questions. he has his ways.

essentially a big teddy bear. just cuddle him and you’ll feel better after like 5 minutes

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💕

You can't imagine how sorry I am that you lost all these gems you wrote 😭 Fate as deprived us of so many amazing Levihan fics & kisses 🥺 I really hope there's a way to get them back 🤞🍀

Seeing the last prompt list you reblogged (soft fic) I couldn't resist requesting 26 Pyjamas for Levihan or Erurihan because of the headcanons we talked about the other day based on this beautiful fanart 😉

I hope writing something new will cheer you up a bit!

Sending love & hugs 💕🫂

hey Val ♥️ as you know, i did get my wips back!! your good luck wishes seem to have worked haha

thank you for sending me one of these soft prompts. inspiration took a while to come for this one, but then i stumbled upon this post:

and i knew i had your fic. hope you enjoy! ♥️

The Momentum Principle (read on ao3)

Words: 2566 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Nanaba & Erwin Smith & Mike Zacharias & Hange Zoë Characters: Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Best Friends, Unrequited Crush, Canon Non-Binary Character, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, SNK Veterans - Freeform, and they were ROOMMATES, (oh my god they were roommates), no beta we die like that vine ref SIKE IT'LL NEVER DIE, pretentious titling because that's how i roll

Summary: Studies show that staying awake for over twenty-four hours has similar effects on the human brain as having a bloodstream concentration of alcohol way over legal limits. Biology major Hange Zoë is aware of that fact. Sadly, they’re also aware that there are finals to pass, and not enough hours in a day to study for them.

Hange frowned at the page before their eyes and clicked the table lamp off and back on, ignoring the annoyed stares the repeated and ineffective gesture got them from the students around –served them all right anyway, they mused, when they’d all been regularly stealing Hange glances they didn’t even bother to try and make discreet all morning. But something other than being ogled at like a circus freak was making it hard to decipher the words in front of them, though they couldn’t put their finger on what exactly. The world around them had been seeming especially bleak lately and even more so today, which wasn’t unusual during the intense studying marathons they famously put themself through with finals drawing near, but they couldn’t recall a time where it had actually impacted their already damaged eyesight; and the persistent, pulsing ache tracing along their temples sure wasn’t helping.

The most rational part of their brain offered stress and weariness as culprits, and Hange had to admit they couldn’t easily dismiss either of those. The cramming schedule they’d been imposing on themself may have gotten a little out of hand in the last couple of weeks, so much so Hange couldn’t even remember the last time they’d set foot in the living room to share homemade dinners or play board games with their four roommates like they usually would during cold winter evenings. They hadn’t even partook in early morning idle chitchat or occasional evening drinks on their way home from the campus library, not when they’d been consistently arriving right on opening time –they’d been pulling all nighters more often than not, anyway, and felt too restless to stay home and wait for the others to get ready– and had become the last student to leave it at night.

Hange closed their eyes for a minute as they let their head fall forward, rolling their neck and shoulders and relishing in the satisfying crack their muscles and tendons sighed out at the stretch. If only their brain could gain knowledge through osmosis via that simple contact between their forehead and over-highlighted textbook; if information were to be solutes, then, considering how little they’d efficiently memorized lately, it would flow right inside their lowly concentrated head without a doubt. They smiled at that absurd reflection, giddy with the realization that hey, they’d apparently managed to remember some things from those hellish Introduction to Fluid Mechanics lectures.

That unexpected sense of comfort was short lived, however, when they were hit with a wave of the increasingly familiar nausea their self inflicted sleep deprivation never failed to bring. Hange opened their eyes to fight the dizziness and took deep breathes in and out, silently counting up the right inhale to exhale ratio –simultaneously urging their body to hold up for a little while longer.

Two weeks, they pleaded. Just two more weeks and I can take a break.

Seven long sleepless days and nights of tensed cramming, followed by a week of nerve-wracking and hopefully mostly accurate square ticking in reply to more often than not purposefully confusingly phrased questions, and then they’d be free to hang out with their friends and be a, well, not exactly normal, but close to normal young adult again.

But the thought saddened more than it motivated them, and they had to consciously stop themself from looking around to see if they could spot any of the three blondes they’d come to think of as family. Erwin, Nanaba and Mike all had similar exams to take soon and the spacious library had filled in by whatever time it was now, so they would no doubt be within these four walls. Sundays usually involved morning revising, followed by strictlynon-academic plans everyone would have previously agreed onfor their common weekly afternoon off.

Hange winced at the pang of loneliness they felt when they realized they actually had no idea what their closest friends would be up to later. It only got worse when they remembered that Levi, who they’d been trying not to focus any thoughts on as those were proving more and more distracting these past few months, hadn’t tried to coax them into coming along this weekend like he’d done since they’d started studying more intensely. Hange had noticed Erwin’s surprised glances and Mike and Nanaba’s barely disguised teasing laughs when he’d started doing it, and they couldn’t really blame any of them –after all, that initiative from Levi had been a drastic switch from their previously established social roles.

Lost in memories of Levi’s techniques to get them to go out, which had mostly consisted of an association of almost threats and intense glaring until they would caved –which they hadn’t, amazingly– it took them a minute to notice the hand upon their right shoulder.

“Get up,” a familiar voice whispered up close, startling them.

Shit. Think of the devil.

Levi had also been pestering them about taking an actual break, on top of the Sunday festivities they’d been avoiding, but up until now their shared roommates had acted as enough of a buffer that Hange had been able to pretend they hadn’t noticed his nagging messages in the groupchat or pointed stares near the laundry machine.

“I’m fine right here,” they said cheerfully, pretending to focus on their textbook again and turning the page they’d been staring for a while without managing to actually read a word of it.

They weren’t sure they could get up, really, not without betraying their exhausted state to their closest friend and having to admit just how shitty they’d been at taking care of themself lately.

They swallowed back a shocked yelp as hands seized them up and pulled them to their feet anyway, and they caught themself on the table at the last moment to prevent the inevitable fall that would await them if they really were to put all their weight on their knees right now.

“What are you doing?” they asked through gritted teeth, unable to glare back at him as the head rush made dark spots dance in front of their eyes. “Let me go, I need to study.”

Levi wordlessly –and annoyingly easily– tore them away from their spot, half carrying them until they were both standing in front of one of the nearby arch windows. Hange muffled their protesting squeals out of some remnant of respect for the nosy judgmental students around, even though they knew Levi’s powerful glaring would probably prevent any of them from protesting at the noise of their struggling in the otherwise religiously quiet space.

And then they looked up and caught sight of their reflection.

And shamefully realized they could have given their curious peers the benefit of the doubt and hypothesized there might have been a valid reason behind all the curious looks they’d been getting all morning.

Hange was wearing their long sleeved purple octopus pajama top, the buttons ridiculously mismatched, with unmatched green cat-patterned pajamas bottoms –that they realized with a quiet gasp were probably Levi’s and not theirs, now that they were noticing the pants ended well above their ankles. There wasn’t one but two hair ties failing to hold their greasy matted hair up and away from their face, and their goggle-shaped sunglasses were hanging crooked on their nose with the rubber band twisted on both their temples –which finally explained part of their lingering headache, and why it was so challenging to read.

“What you need is to go home, Four Eyes.”

Tears sprung to their eyes before they could stop them, and for a minute they only stared at their shiny mirror image in quiet puzzlement. These weren’t tears of shame even if, as used as they were to being unconventional and to other people’s reaction to their self expression, this accidental pajama-in-public incident was definitely an all time new low for them. Exhaustion could have played a role, and the dark circles under their eyes as well as their paler than ever complexion easily spelled it out for them.

But mostly, Hange felt guilty. Levi had tried to mask it, but his voice had wavered over his own nickname for them, like he felt pained at seeing them in this state, and he couldn’t quite meet their eyes when that was his main tool to get anyone to comply to his requests.

“I don’t think I can,” they replied honestly.

His now openly worried gaze finally met theirs in the glass in front of them and he frowned, opening his mouth to object.

But Hange shook their head slowly in defeat.

They weren’t arguing with him, they were simply stating a truth.

They knew they must have taken the bus to get here, but they honestly couldn’t remember any part of the journey –hell, they couldn’t even remember putting shoes on, although they were glad they’d thought of that at least. They didn’t think they had a key to the apartment on them, as they usually resided in the deep pocket of the wool coat they’d forgotten to put on even before going out in this freezing winter weather. And practical issues asides, they didn’t actually trust themself to actually make it home in one piece right now, not even in the middle of a bright busy morning in the city and to their place that really wasn’t that far off campus.

Levi narrowed his eyes at them before nodding once, sharp.

“Wait outside. I’ll meet you in five.”

But Hange stood there, equally confused and chagrined at his statement. Was he going to go home with them? No, that wouldn’t do.

Levi had his own finals to study for, Hange couldn’t impose on him like that because they’d been stupid enough to push themself past their limit. They would simply have to endure a couple more hours of trying not to pass out at their seat until noon came around and all of their roommates went home anyway, to tag along without disrupting anyone’s schedule in the process.

Levi’s hands squeezed at their shoulders firmly, and his stare hardened in the window as if he could hear them reaching that conclusion.

Then he let go but didn’t move too far, seemingly unsure if Hange could actually stand by themself.

They rolled their eyes fondly, and –precociously– turned around, sporting what they hoped looked like a gentle smile and not a maniac grin –Levi’s expression remained stubbornly set, so they couldn’t tell either way– before moving carefully towards the door. They tried their hardest not to stumble on the way, and coughed to mask their giggling when they failed and almost tripped on their own feet.

Levi met them at the back exit of the building with their backpack and his own stuff shortly, and Hange didn’t bother trying to hide that they’d nearly fallen asleep on the stairs in the few minutes they’d been apart.

He frowned as they yawned without putting their hands to their mouth, but uncharacteristically didn’t comment on it as he grabbed their elbow to direct them towards an unknown car a few feet away.

They dug their heels in the sidewalk when they realized he’d ordered a paying ride for them.

“Wait, Levi, there’s no need for that. The bus–

“Won’t be here for another twenty minutes,” he interrupted. “You’re not passing out in the streets again, not under my watch.”

They recognized his clipped tone as the one that didn’t suffer any kind of discussion, even as he mentioned that party a month ago. Hange sighed inwardly, but followed his steps –they were way too tired to fight him anymore.

“What, like you’d get worried?” they still teased –they were exhausted, not dead. No way in hell would they miss an occasion to needle their favorite neat freak.

Levi snorted, and had Hange been less asleep on their feet, they’d have felt proud that they’d managed to get that sound out of him.

“I’d worry about my back, for one. I don’t want to know what carrying your unconscious ass home twice would do to it.”

“Hey, not fair!” They whined in protest, missing their target completely when they tried to playfully slap his arm. “I was at least ten pounds heavier then! And besides, Mike did most of the carrying, didn’t he?”

Hange couldn’t remember much from that night, but the rumor –in the form of Erwin and Nanaba’s recollection of the evening as they’d told it to them the following day, anyway– had Levi so worried about them passing out drunk he’d been too restlessly anxious to carry them himself, and had instead covered them in all of their friends’ coats, shoving their unconscious body in Mike’s strong arms, and then proceeding to walk beside him to closely monitor their breathing and that they wouldn’t choke on their own tongue or surprise vomit.

Hange only recalled waking up propped against multiple pillows with a pounding head and a grumpy –well, grumpier than usual– and sleep-deprived Levi who had shoved a glass of water in their shaky hand and scolded them about their alcohol consumption for the next half hour or so. It had then taken them drinking and keeping down a whole liter of diverse hydrating fluids before he’d finally left them alone to go and nurse his own hangover, and it was only after he’d left that Hange had noticed the newfound tidiness of their room and how the purple fatboy that would normally lay forgotten in a corner of the room –and under a pile of questioningly clean clothes and textbooks– had been pushed right next to their bed with a possibly Levi-shaped indentation in it.

Levi didn’t answer their rhetorical question, instead stopping in his tracks and giving them a clinical once over.

“What?” they prompted, barely resisting the urge to cross their arms to hide themself from his examination.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, averting his eyes and opening the car door for them.

He muttered something under his breath still, and Hange’s ears caught a few words that sounded suspiciously like end up disappearing if you keep this up.

He greeted the driver and confirmed his identity as Hange plopped down with a relieved groan, and didn’t miss the concerned look Levi shot them as he sat next to them. His hand slid down from where it was still gripping their elbow to rest gently on their forearm as the car started, and they could swear he gave it a small, awkward but infinitely soft couple of comforting pats.

Hange boldly took advantage of this atypically lengthy physical contact, and moved so they could slide their hands together almost nonchalantly –almost, because they nearly faltered when Levi’s neck snapped to stare at their fingers in awe.

Hange smiled as naturally as they could to try and ease the shock from his features.

“I’ll pay you back for the ride,” they promised, squeezing his hand once.

They let him go after that. It wouldn’t do for their most introverted friend who was making sure they were getting safely home to get a brain aneurysm from their unexpected and possibly unwanted touches, after all.

“Tch. You better,” he grunted, moving his hand back to his lap immediately.

They couldn’t help but smile again when they took note that his tone wasn’t nearly as biting as they knew it could be.

[shinzou-wo-sus-sageyo]

hatsune mike