#Zeke yeagar

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ◞

"eyes forward, pretty girl," he leaned over to whisper in your ear, the warmth of his breath causing heat to rise to your cheeks, your teeth gnawing at the plump flesh of your bottom lip. "keep 'em legs wide open and just relax, baby." his warm hand slipped beneath the fabric of your skirt, calloused finger tips brushing against the lace edges of your underwear.

it was inappropriate— to fuck in a movie theatre was scandalous, definitely against the law and could get you in major trouble if you two were caught. but something about the risk made you grow wetter, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he rubbed at the wet spot forming on your crotch. you tugged the thin blanket a little further up onto your shoulders, providing the perfect barrier to shield your activities from the rest of the theatre patrons.

"if you keep squirming like that, sweetheart, someone's gonna notice," he purred into your ear, a ghost of a lick left on your earlobe as he nudged your underwear to the side. "don't think you want that, do you? or, maybe you do… you want someone to catch us, huh? want someone to see how pathetic and desperate you get for your boyfriend's fingers?"

you shook your head in disagreement, lying to not only him but yourself. struggling to control your breathing pattern as he rubbed tight circles and squares around your clit. your legs twitched, foot tapping against the floor as you fixated your gaze on the movie playing rather than the familiar sweet stretch of your walls engulfing your boyfriend's thick digit.

"breathe f'me, sweetness, don't want you to pass out," he chuckled, curling his finger into your squishy walls. the filthy squelching noises of your sopping cunt were overshadowed by the movie's well-timed soundtrack clips and action sequences. "such a good girl f'me— fuckin' pussy's gushin’ all around me. you like this, don't you? love it when i use you like the slut you are?"

you rested your head on his shoulder, choking down the pathetic moans and whimpers that threatened to escape your lips. he slipped another finger into you and then another, plowing three fingers deeper and deeper inside you— stretching you out beyond your usual limit. you were growing delirious, hips bucking up relentlessly to chase the sweet release building at the pit of your stomach.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty girl? can feel your walls startin' t' milk my fingers," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hooking his fingers into your sensitive g-spot. the heel of his palm dug into your clit, each rut of his fingers into you stimulating your sensitive nub. "that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers— fuckin' cum around my fingers."

black spots flashed across your eyes, your orgasm almost completely blinding you. your hips stuttered, body convulsing in the cushions of the theatre seat— there certainly would be a wet patch on the seat after the movie was done.

"such a good girl, you did so good f'me," his voice was distant, your head practically in the clouds as he retracted his fingers from deep inside you. he brought his fingers up to your lips, the lights of the movie causing his fingers to glimmer with the clear sheen of your release. "now open that pretty mouth and clean my fingers f'me— that's it, be a good girl and suck. maybe i'll give you some dick in the parking lot as a treat later."

satoru gojo, takuma ino, connie springer, zeke yeagar, natsuo todoroki, shota aizawa, kei tsukishima, tōru oikawa, kim hong-jin, gary sanderson

[vampirecorleone]

"What's wrong?! Not enjoying yourself so much anymore?! Come on, let's have some fun!" Attack On Titan Favorite Moments - Levi Constantly Destroying Zeke Yeagar

[rukia-writes]

[natsukitakama]

Being in relationship with Zeke Yeager would include

*looking respectfully* 

Author note : I know some people aren’t quite found of him and I can understand. But I know some of you simp for him (me too don’t worry). I hope you’ll enjoy this. 

i do not own that gif I found it on google so credit to the owner (if you know them please let me know)

Warning : mention of spoiler if you haven’t season 2, 3 et 4 / slight nsfw cause I’m going to hell / fluffy because we derserve it 

Masterlist 

Annoying. Not in a bad way but this man can’t shut up, he always has something to tell just because he loves seeing you getting flustered or angry because of him. 

That’s just how he is. He loves teases people and get the most of them. It’s even worse with his S/O 

Typically if you want to kiss him (private or in public won’t matter although he might prefers being private about his relationship) he would litteraly make you beg for it. « Couldn’t you wait until we’re home ? So needy Y/N » 

Since he was educated to be a leader he is pretty god at reading people’s body language and won’t hesitate to use it on you. 

Not a surprise here you barely got a fight : the man barely loses his temper and since he can read you like an open book he knows exactly what to do to avoid situation like this. 

Nonetheless it doesn’t mean he can’t provide every argument. So yeah times to times you two fight, most of the time because you know he is hiding something from you, and everytime you confront him about it he just brushes if off telling you, you’re being paranoid or something. 

Although he got a huge ego so yeah he might act as if he was smarter than you and would tell you so.

He is kinda mean and cold and even though he is trying his best to cherish you, sometimes he says things he shouldn’t tell. It ends up with you crying or trying not to (but he can tell) and just leave him. 

Man he hates it. Everytime he got to see his grandparents and everytime they scold him for being an assholes to you. 

And everytime he could come back to you with a gift either a book that you might be interest on, flowers or even jewellery if you are into that. 

He would apologize for being a dick to you

100% end up making sweet love just to be sure he is forgiven (also because he misses your touch but shhh he has a reputation) 

Don’t lie to him. He would know. As I said before he can read people and especially your body’s language. It took you a long time before owning his trust, don’t give him reason to not trust you : it you want to say something tell him.

He is pretty blunt himself so he won’t mind and actually would love it if you are confident and comfortable enough with him to talk about anything

Like I said earlier he might want to be cautious with your relationship, not because he is ashamed or anything but he knows that not everyone loves him and he is afraid that they might use you against him as a threat. He can’t tolerate that (also because he will betray his own army, he doesn’t want you to get hurt or worst because of him) 

Yeah because you’re not a part of his plan, he never talked about anything related to his plan. 

It might surprise you but I don’t think he is actually good at flirting. He is pretty blunt and not that subtle, he won’t go as far as to say « I think you’re hot » on your first meeting but still you will notice that he was more talkative with you. 

Maybe it’s a fantaisie of mine but I think he would love send you letters : he tends to be more sensual while writing. You always got a letter when you start your day at work and if he couldn’t manage to be with you that or even call you during work, he’ll send you another one with flower to apologize. 

But he can be smooth when he wants to, especially when he is teasing you : that’s his way of flirting with you. He can’t help but feel like he has to tease you just to see you with a pout on your face. (His heart melt everytime he saw you like this) 

He tends to be more rough with his teasing if he is dating a male than a women, his grandma raise him to treat women like queen so he will oblige. 

He daydreams a lot about you, sometimes it’s just about you laying on his chest sleeping like a baby, he could literally feel your soft hair on his hands as he stroke them. Sometimes it’s more sensual, as he could easily remember the touch of your skin against his hands, the whimper that left your lips each time he is kissing you, sucking you, bitting you, the way you gripped his shoulder as he was pouding into your core relentless. 

It didn’t help that everything seemed to remember him of you, when he is drinking is usual coffee at 10 AM he got a memory of you cooking his breakfast whistling softly as you were happy to cook some meal for your man. When is having his tea after his lunch time the flower scent coming from his tea makes him of your perfume. His book and paper on his desk, reminds him of you when you’re overworking, claiming that your mess make actually sense for you and that no you weren’t just too lazy to clean up. 

If he claims himself to be good when it came to emotion and to keep everything for himself, his grand-parent noticed something about his behavior. He seemed more clean and presentable (not that it wasn’t the case but he wasn’t the one to take extra attention of his looks), he was more polite always trying to not swear or at least not that much, they noticed him looking somewhere as if he was looking for someone. 

Sometimes he calls you just to annoy his superior (cause he knows they survey him), just to talk about anything but especially to talk trash about some embarrassing things. But since he never used a name or something they never know if he was talking to you or someone he just slept with. Occasionally he would talk about embarrassing story about this superior, he knows he won’t be punished otherwise it would be a proof that he was telling the truth earlier. 

He is possessive not like Porco or Eren where they would let their anger scare the poor people trying to talk to you, he is smart enough to know when someone is hitting on you or when someone is just speaking to you. But still, he doesn’t like when he sees somebody being too touchy on you. How dare they ? He is commander, smart, handsome, strong and that poor people think they could challenge him ? 

During time like this after, kicking that poor person out of your way, he would take you home. Don’t ever think you leave this house, he won’t stop loving you until you can’t walk and the only thing you could remember is his own name. 

Be careful, Zeke is patient very patient. 

If you think he won’t edge you until you’re crying mess for release you’re wrong. He tends to tease you and make you beg to cum, so when he feels like he has to remind you who you belong to, one word can describe your night with him : intense (yeah because not only will he edge you but he’ll also overstimulate you and if you’re crying because it’s too much he would just look at you as if he was surprised « oh ? Too much ? But I thought you wanted to cum ?". 

He doens’t want children for multiple reason and he won’t like if you keep ask him about it : he doesn’t want to be a father please respect his decision. (He would try to explain to you his opinion so it won’t appear as a selfish decision) 

Some nights, he feels guilty for not explaining to you his plan, what he wants for future but he knows it’s for your own sake. You couldn’t take it and he is aware that he is not mean to last forever and than one day you would wake up and he won’t be there for you, he is already acting like a an asshole because he is taking your love while he knows he would die eventually (quicker than you he hopes), he won’t put any pressure because of his plan. 

[mazuwii]

Yes hi idk if you are still doing requests but I have a idea if you dont mind me sharing. Can you do the aot casts reacting to you have a necklace with their name on it and you are wearing it. Because I have one and I think some would have some very cute reactions. But if you dont want to I understand have a good day if you read this.

That is such a cute request

If you want more characters then put it in the replies

Levi

Back from a tiring day, you had completely knocked out on the sofa. In both your makeup and your work clothes . When Levi noticed this, he tutted twice, mumbling something about how messy you are.

He got everything he needed to remove your makeup and all the weird wizard creams you put on your face afterwards. He had watched you enough times to know the routine of it.

However as he began wiping at your eyes, he noticed a tight accessory on your necklace. Something hazardous that you were evidently too careless about. It could have strangled you, or leave a horrid mark. Maybe even cut off blood circulation.

Tilting your chin up to access the necklace, he paid close attention to your facial expression, noting every twitch of your eyebrows to make sure he was being gentle enough not to wake you up. And as he averted his gaze back down to your neck, he widened his eyes at the appearance of his name, moulded in gold.

He flinched a few inches away when he heard you stirring awake, cracking an eye open to meet his shocked expression. “Hey.” You yawned, smiling at him.

Even though he didn’t respond, his face did all the talking. His cheeks flushed a bright red, sweating nervously. His heart danced in his chest. You made him feel so special that he was feeling like a damned school girl.

When you noticed him staring at your necklace, you connected the dots. And he knew you did, that’s why he stubbornly turned his head away like a sassy cat. Levi scoffed when he heard you giggling softly.

“Do you like it?” You asked. Your hand caressed the necklace, as if it were more important than the diamond ring that embraced your finger. “Sorry I didn’t tell you, I just never got round to it.”

“It’s fine…” he coughed awkwardly, “It’s a waste of money but it’s fine.” Truly he wanted to pounce on you, to hug you and thank you a million times for making him feel this way. He will always wonder how you manage to make him feel so young even at his tiring age.

So instead of him doing it, you did. Except you slithered into his stiff body, nestling your chin on his shoulder. “It’s not a waste of money if it’s about you.” You mumbled sleepily. As opposed to wrapping his arms back around you, he kissed the side of your head, shyly muttering a ‘thank you’

Eren

You actually had a double date planned with him and his best friend, whom had just found a woman on tinder. Eren wanted to take you somewhere nice after the date since he was only going for emotional support. But he bought you since it’d be nice to have you around. Besides… it is a double date.

He was checking himself out in the mirror by the exit doorway, tidying his long hair and fixing up his suit cuffs. Just as he was about to call for you, he heard your high heels clacking on the marble stairway. His lips twitching into a smile at your dress.

“How’d you like it?” You joined him by the mirror, flashing the tight outfit. “I love it…” his green eyes roamed around every curve of your body, finally landing in the necklace adorning your collarbone.

He nudged closer towards you and squinted at the design, eyes widened when he realised you were wearing a necklace of his name. “You’ve never noticed it before?”

“No.” He responded, “You should have told me about it so that I could get one with your initials.” He added in a scolding manner. You’ve made him feel like such a jerk- so after your double date you both went to get matching necklaces.

Bertholdt

When he first catches a glimpse of the necklace and finds out what it says, he just silenced himself for a good while- and by that I mean like three days. He was wondering, overthinking the entire gesture.

Was their another Bertholdt in your life? Is this a prank you’re playing on him? Are you testing him? He couldn’t believe anyone would do something like that for him, as simple as it is, Bertholdt is always shocked at any simple display of affection. It was a cute little quirk to you but he found it awkward and mildly annoying. He just wanted to be confident for you.

At last, when you were getting on the bed for a nap, he cleared his throat from the door frame. You noticed and weakly smiled at the lanky boy. “Hey,”

“Hi- I um, you aren’t removing the uhh”- he motioned at your neck, his pose was awkward though he tried to have the opposite affect. The poor guy was clearly flustered.

When you realised what he was trying to say, you giggled softly at him. “Oh, so you’ve seen it?” He nodded shyly. His palms held the other, silver eyes unable to meet yours due to the embarassment.

“Even after two years of us being like this, and you still blush like a school girl.” You grinned, leaning on your elbow. From the look on your face, you enjoyed seeing such a tall giant melt at the thought of someone loving him.

“Tell you what, why don’t you help me unclasp this? And, get on here, let’s nap together.”

Reiner

Well, he just stops dead in his tracks and gently grabs your shoulders to get a second look at the golden letters hanging above your collarbone. “Rein?” You mumbled. Confused as to why he was squinting his eyes at your chest.

“Is that- that- Reiner-?” He stutters, his hazel eyes rounded in confusion. He understood exactly what it was, he was just puzzled as to why you did it.

“Oh yeah- it’s pretty isn’t it?” You held the necklace with such delicacy that it only made him blush. “Y-Yeah… the font is cute.” He said, at a complete loss for words.

“That’s not what makes it pretty, your name is.” You tip toed to kiss his cheeks, leaving him dumbfounded, in a puddle of his own mushy feelings.

He probably got a heart locket with an image of you in it and waited for you to notice it, when you did, he just smirked and opened it up for you to see your bride picture engraved into it.

Jean

“Y/n~!” He whined, his arms tight around you. “Is that my name?!” He squealed in a high pitched voice. “You really did that?! For meeeee?!”

Someone’s been taking their yass pills.

He’s not even giving you a chance to speak, he just smooches you all over the face, making a moaning face all while he does it, he finds it funny to exaggerate the fuck boy face. Honestly he’s flabbergasted but grateful.

He probably got a bracelet with your initial after- or asked you to do it with him. (Personalised bracelets with the charms and letters are adorable)

Armin

Armin is like a magpie to you- which is a funny way to say he just gets you a shit load of necklaces, 90% of your collection is probably from him.

So this gremlin comes in your room with a box, asking you to guess what he got you even though it’s pretty obvious 😭

However, when he got closer, he noticed you were wearing a necklace- but get this- it wasn’t a necklace that he bought you- no, he didn’t recognise this one.

Instantly, his face drops, in fear you have a new magpie in your life 💔 until he realised you’re wearing his name. At first he grins in relief that you didn’t have other people giving you necklaces (that’s his job 🤨) but then he yelps in realisation that YOU ARE WEARING HIS NAME?!

“Y/n! Where did you get that from?!” He points, blue eyes twinkling as if you put the stars up in the sky. “Oh, I bought it.” You said and held it between your fingers. “It makes me feel warm.”

“We could have gotten matching ones…” he mumbled as he began to disassociate while staring at the jewellery hanging on your neck. “In fact-“ he starts. “I’ll get a matching one!”- before you could say anything, he’s out the door, gone on a quest to get your initials on a golden necklace.

Erwin

As a busy man he doesn’t really get to see friends or family often, but he does his best when it comes to you. Still, it doesn’t guarantee anything. Sometimes you wait on weeks for his return.

So you got yourself a necklace, one to remind you of him while he’s out, or one to clasp onto or kiss when you’re scared, worried, hurt- or even happy.

And although this necklace barely ever comes off, you wanted to take a long bath and didn’t want it to get ruined in the hot water, so you left it on the vanity table while you had accidentally dozed off in the pool of soapy water.

Erwin was finishing up on some work in his office but decided to pay you a small visit and upon realising that you were neither in the room or downstairs, he figured you may be in the bathroom. And he was right.

He wanted to wake you up, on the suspicion that you’ve been here for quite some time- though before he could, a piece of jewellery caught his eye. It was different from your average ones, it spelled out a name.

It didn’t take for him to squint to realise that it spelled out his own. He could only smile fondly at the thought of you doing this for him, while he was away and stripping you of any presence. You truly were an angel for him.

He gently wakes you up and helps you out of the bath and into bed, where he brushes your hair with his fingers, curling the strands from time to time. While he doesn’t own anything to remind him of you, he does write letters to you- ones that he never sends.

So before his next trip, he leaves the hunk of letters at your table for you to read, knowing you’d enjoy reading all those things he’d usually refuse to admit.

Zeke

For a good while. Zeke stares at you, straight in the eye. But you’re confused, you have no idea as to why his gaze is so fixed on you. You didn’t know he’d be this mad about you eating his slice of bread. As mean as it is, it didn’t deserve such a menacing stare.

So you just break the ice, “You okay, Zeke?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“What do you mean? I just stole your toast.” You bluntly said, wiping at the crumbs in the corner of your mouth. When you grabbed the piece of bread from his hand, he noticed the dangling piece of jewelry that had his name engraved on it. That very same name you were holding so close to your chest was the same one that people loathed to hear. And yet here you were, wearing it around everywhere like being with him was something to be proud of.

“Come here.” He demanded, yet didn’t give you any time to object as he marched towards you with open arms, firmly enveloping you to his chest. You were bewildered at his sudden affection but still hugged back. “Do you like it when I steal your food or something?”

Porco

Tossing and turning, he couldn’t find the right position to rest on your chest, he kept squirming that your necklace managed to scratch him. He winced but took a look at what it was.

When he saw his name elegantly written in jewellery he widened his eyes, caressing it with his fingers. You began stirring awake from his constant movement. “Pock?”

He stared at you in amusement, “when did you manage to get the bag so well that you could afford this?”

You grinned and clumsily patted his hair, “Anything for my little piggy boy.”

He grunts at the nickname but still smiles. He doesn’t show it but he loves being treated like a princess. “Thanks babe- but we could have gotten one together!”

“I was worried you’d call it cheesy.”

“What?! Never! I love it!” He says as he unclasps the necklace. “But don’t wear it to sleep, it could strangle you.” You nodded, slowly dozing back off into sleep.

[teddy-yandere]

hi!! do u write for the warriors from aot? cause I wanted to request yandere Zeke jeager hc and how would he be in a relationship with his darling, idk if u write smut but If u do maybe u can add a little bit? thanks!!

Yandere Zeke Jeagar in a relationship with his Darling Headcanons

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• I feel like Zeke tries his best to hide his yandere tendencies from his darling as best as he possibly can. Despite popular belief, I know that Zeke will be a very playful yandere to have. He just wants to make sure that you never find out how truly obsessed he is with you. That is why he entered a “ normal “ relationship with you.

• Zeke probably had very strong feelings for you , even before the two of you had started dating. You both met when you were training to become a warrior. As a kid ( if you lived in Marley ) he would always follow you home and try to convince you to play with him. Yes , you heard me , he would follow you home , without you knowing ( hehe )

• After you both became a official Marleyan Warriors, he would use his new status to convince you to go out with him. He also wanted to get your families approval. Zeke definitely went through a faze, were he wanted to kidnap you to keep you to himself ,but he quickly pushed that thought out of his head. He did not kidnap you , because he was worried about what to do with you if he went to paradise during a mission. So he did the next best thing , enter a normal relationship with you.

• He is very protective over you when you both go out on missions together. He will not let you out of his sight. He definitely picked you up in his Titan form. He loves to hold you in his hand when he is in his Titan form. If you were both in Paradise together, he would personally kill anyone who flirted with you ( you never knew that ).

• Zeke definitely wants to have kids with you ( or adopt). I feel like he is a very big family man . I think that runs in the Jeagar family lmao.

• I was not sure what type of NSFW you wanted , so I just wrote down some general spicy headcanons for Zeke.

NSFW ( 18+ )

• Like I have said before , Zeke really has a breeding kink. He does not care if you can’t have kids or not , he will finish inside of you.

• This man is always busy and super horny. Because of how possessive he is , I feel like he would leave a bunch of marks on you, just to make sure everyone knows that you are his and his only.

• I feel like the only time that he would be rough to you , is if he just came back from a long mission. He just really misses you.

• He is very respectful towards you , and he believes that consent is key. ( what a man ;))

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[jagarbombastic]

Does anyone realize that Zeke can eat Eren anytime to obtain the power of the founding titan. It just feels like Zeke is cultivating Eren for something like that.

[mouisorange]

☰ Yandere Personality Types  〔Big Five〕

☰ Overview

〔Disclaimer〕 Yandere behavior and mindsets are not healthy, nor should they be sought after: this is just meant to be a fun way to analyze characters and see/understand how they may fit into this specific genre of fictional horror. 

This personality ‘assessment’ was inspired by @ddarker-dreams​‘s ‘Yandere MBTI’ as I adore their writing and have always thought that their MBTI assessment is really cool! I also noticed how other people enjoy it so I thought I would make my own assessment, though mine is inspired by the ‘Big Five Personality Traits’. I even tried to be creative and add in the little circles that you can find on the actual Big Five assessment too (which is 100% free btw!). I don’t really think I did the Big Five assessment justice, and I think that a lot more goes into the complexities around this kinda thing, but hopefully this is somewhat interesting!

If you have your own thoughts or even wanna try this out, 100% feel free to use or talk to me about it! Check it out below the cut!

☰  OPEN   •  •  •  •  •  CLOSED 

〔Open〕 yanderes are blatant about their obsession. They do not try and hide it either because they believe it’s meant to be, because they’re too deep in their delusions to understand that it might be a good idea to keep their mouth shut, or simply because they’re in a position to not care about hiding their interest. Usually, this type of yandere is either seen as somewhat of a ‘lovesick puppy’ or a powerful character; though, being a ‘lovesick puppy’ doesn’t necessarily mean kind or affectionate. Whether it was ‘love at first sight’ or more of a slow-burn, these characters usually roll with their feelings with little to no hesitation. Situations with this type of yandere usually include darlings who are unaware of the yandere’s emotions (or even their existence) until they’re suddenly confronted, kidnapped, or confessed to seemingly out of the blue. 

examples︙Anasui 〔 jjba. Stone Ocean〕,  Diavolo & Doppio 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕, Pina 〔Beastars〕, & Zeke Yeagar 〔Attack on Titan〕.

〔Closed〕 yanderes try to hide their obsessive mindset or behaviors. While they might not always be successful at hiding their interest, closed yandere types are either ashamed/embarrassed by their feelings or are frustrated by them in some way. Usually this type of yandere will ignore/avoid their darling in hopes of losing their feelings, or pretend their feelings don’t exist. This type of yandere is either upset at themselves for having these feelings or upset at their darling for ‘making’ them feel that way. Darling can possibly see their behavior coming and try to avoid the character, but this type of yandere is likely to ‘snap’ at some point and somehow corner their darling as an attempt at controlling their obsession or feelings (though, sometimes this is just the yandere trying to excuse their behavior).

examples︙Avdol〔jjba. SDC〕, Legoshi 〔Beastars〕, Alucard 〔Castlevania〕, & Klaus Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How does their behavior shift when they realize they’re obsessed?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 What are their opinions on their darling? Does this character adore them? Do they blame darling for their behavior (if so, are they angry about it)?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How comfortable is this yandere with their feelings and/or actions in regards to their darling?

☰  CASUAL  •  •  •  •  •  DIRECT

〔Casual〕 yanderes do not actively pursue their darling. This type of character is typically laid-back. They either believe that darling will inevitably fall ‘into line’ or is mellow enough to be content with simply being in darling’s life. Casual yanderes are either delusional or are not possessive enough to want more than close friendship from their darling. Though it usually takes a specific type of character for this, some yanderes here believe that they’re already in a relationship with their darling and therefore feel no need to chase after them. This kind of character can confuse their darling, and make it more difficult to get away, as their behavior can be waived off if the character is perceived as harmless, gains darling’s sympathy in some way, or otherwise is not vocal about their delusional thinking/is charming enough to convince darling to just go along with it. Some of these characters are willing to let go if darling catches on early enough, though most will just slowly follow behind regardless of what darling does (though this behavior/these reactions will definitely vary/be different depending on the character).  

examples︙ Mista 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Luther Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Connie Springer 〔Attack on Titan〕, & Cater Diamond 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.   

〔Direct〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, directly or actively pursue their darling. Usually strict or over-bearing, these characters actively chase after their darling’s affections (or otherwise whatever goal relationship the yandere wants). This yandere makes organized, sometimes step by step, plans in order to achieve their goal. It depends on the character whether they get angry when plans have to be changed or if they just shift their angle, however, these characters are focused and will not be discouraged should darling fight against their plans. If anything, some of these characters will be encouraged by their darling fighting back for various reasons (for example, if they’re delusional or just thing it’s a part of the whole ‘chase’ thing/enjoy it). These characters will almost never give up on their darling regardless of what happens.

examples︙ Giorno Giovanna 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Armin Arlert 〔Attack on Titan〕, Rook Hunt 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Jason Todd 〔DC Comics〕. 

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How goal-oriented is this character, especially when it comes to their darling? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 How lenient is this character? Are they trying to force a bee-line to a relationship with their darling or are they willing to play the long game?

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Is this character organizing a plan in order to achieve their goal(s)? Or are they completely winging it? If they’re winging it, are they just hoping that everything will naturally fall into place, or do they genuinely believe it’s fated to happen?

☰  DISCREET  •  •  •  •  •  INTENSE

〔Discreet〕 yanderes either do not have overly strong yandere behaviors or are able to hide said traits enough to be seen as ‘normal’. These characters will usually hide their behavior, regardless of the reasons, in order to have a normal relationship with their darling. While similar to closed character types, discreet yanderes differ in the sense that they usually do not struggle to hide their behavior, and will slowly (or suddenly, depending on the situation, one situation being kidnapping) merge this persona with their actual personality so that darling has no reason to want to leave. While not all characters within this category are fully aware of their behavior, most are intentionally manipulative and have some kind of end goal. They’re not ashamed of this mindset as they believe their reasons (such as “protecting” darling from something) excuse any tears that their darling might shed directly because of this yandere’s actions later on in the ‘relationship’. The period between “normal” and whatever end goal will vary based on the character. This type’s darling can have friends, and even other relationships to an extent (though this does vary), they’ll usually end up reaching the yandere’s goal without knowing about their behavior up until it’s too late to do anything about it. 

examples︙ Risotto Nero 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Louis 〔Beastars〕, Lilia Vanrouge 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, &  Sinbad 〔Magi〕. 

〔Intense〕 yanderes can be defined by their possessiveness, or otherwise intense behavior/mindset/emotions. This type of yandere will usually want to either isolate or monopolize their darling’s time in it’s entirety. While the character might not isolate themselves, they’ll do what they can in order to ensure that their darling is focused solely on them (or whatever goal yandere has in mind). Intense yanderes tend to come off as over-bearing or as harassers/bullies. Depending on their other traits, they will either direct their focus on getting other people away from darling or direct their focus on somehow getting darling away from other people (usually involving kidnapping or isolating them in their home). These characters have a tendency to be either cruel or manipulative and darling might believe that their yandere hates them in some way, even if the character says otherwise. 

examples︙ Illuso 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Melon 〔Beastars〕, Kouen Ren 〔Magi〕, & Leona Kingscholar 〔Twisted Wonderland〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How well would this character take rejection? Do they try and rationalize the rejection or do they just accept it (even taking whatever darling said to heart)?

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Can this character handle their darling having friendships? How do they react to darling spending periods of time without them? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 Does this yandere need (or want?) to spend every waking (and sleeping) moment with darling? If so, what is time spent with this yandere like? 

☰  AGREEABLE  •  •  •  •  •  CONTROLLING

〔Agreeable〕 yanderes seem to genuinely care about their darling and see their darling as a breathing person with their own thoughts/feelings. These characters put their darling before themselves, sometimes going as far as seeing them as someone to worship or put on a pedestal, and believe that darling is better than them in some way. In some cases, they see darling as being unable to do anything wrong (to an extent). They’re willing to debate rights or loosen rules/chains (if they even decided to do chain darling in the first place) with darling and are willing to listen to what they have to say. This yandere’s end goal usually involves some kind of genuine relationship, regardless of how delusional that might be. 

examples︙ Haru 〔Beastars〕, Floch Forster 〔Attack on Titan〕, Tim Drake 〔DC Comics〕, & Vanya Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕.

〔Controlling〕 yanderes do not view their darling as equal, either seeing them as childish (in the sense that they don’t understand things or can’t), seeing them as some kind of pet/trophy, or somewhere in-between. They usually do not care about their darling’s thoughts, feelings, or general well-being. Usually the only thing this yandere cares about is controlling their darling, the connection they have to their darling is the only important thing when it comes to darling as a person. Some of these characters even go as far as not minding if darling dies as long as they still view darling as being theirs (example being, if prince charming kept his princess asleep in order to keep princess to himself). While end goals will vary from yandere to yandere, those in this category typically don’t care how darling feels as long as they’re getting what they want from darling. 

examples︙ Kars 〔jjba. Battle Tendency〕, Judar 〔Magi〕, Cioccolata 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, &  Diavolo 〔 jjba. Golden Wind〕.

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 Does this yandere view darling as a human with their own thoughts/feelings or is darling more of a possession/plaything? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is darling’s mental or physical well-being important to this character? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How many rights does darling have and how quickly are said rights taken away/given back? Are they ever given back? What are the yandere’s motives in taking/giving these rights?

☰  RESILIENT  •  •  •  •  •  FRAGILE

〔Resilient〕 yanderes will almost never become discouraged. They’re confident in the sense that they know they’ll eventually achieve their goal. This type of character is willing to spend years trying to either break down their darling or otherwise induce a sort of ‘Stockholm syndrome’. Characters who heavily stalk their darling tend to fall into this category. More so, resilient yanderes are not likely to have any sort of breakdown over their darling, regardless of the situation. They’re strong in their thought process, and are not willing to change their mind-set/behavior towards their darling (or anyone else).

examples︙ Ibuki 〔Beastars〕, Bruno Bucciarati 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕,   Jade Leech 〔Twisted Wonderland〕, & Shigaraki Tomura 〔My Hero Academia 〕.

〔Fragile〕 yanderes, as their name suggests, are ‘fragile’ in their goals or mind-set. Usually this type of yandere is either meek or feel overly guilty about their mind-set/behaviors. These characters can be easily swayed by their darling in some way, and they can get distracted from their end-goal if darling plays their cards right. More adoring, worshipper yanderes tend to fall in this category. Characters here usually do not like upsetting their darling and (at times) are desperate for their darling’s approval. While not an inherently manipulative category, fragile yanderes will use methods like gaslighting in order to avoid any kind of confrontation.

examples︙ Pesci 〔jjba. Golden Wind〕, Allison Hargreeves 〔The Umbrella Academy〕, Jack 〔Beastars〕, & Niccolo 〔Attack on Titan〕. 

☰ Questions to consider when categorizing a yandere

〔 ⅰ. 〕 How emotional/insecure is this character? 

〔 ⅱ. 〕 Is this character confrontational, or would they rather avoid any kind of confrontation by whatever means necessary (such as gaslighting or blackmailing others in the situation)? 

〔 ⅲ. 〕 How patient are they? How long are they willing to wait and/or bide their time in order to achieve some sort of goal?

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[fanmoose12]

the devil you know

Сharacters: Hange Zoe, Levi, Moblit Berner, Zeke Yeagar, Armin Arlert

Genres: Action / Drama

Summary: Can you still miss a person, if everything you knew about them was a lie?

Сhapter 10/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Сhapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

"Enemies right ahead," Pieck relayed, coming back from her little survey. Fuck, subconsciously, Hange moved to protect their most vulnerable - Levi and the Queen. "A shit ton of them. Seems like they want to protect the port from us."

"It's the Yeagerists," Armin grimly explained.

"We have to fight them," Hange agreed, after a pause - she expected her commander, Magath, to say that. But, apparently, this time, he was alright with being left in the background. Whatever, Hange had no time to ponder what was on the old man's mind. They had a world to save, after all.

"Are you ready?" critically, she looked at each member of Levi's squad. They were young, but then again— Hange was young too, even younger, maybe. There was no such thing as being old enough to witness the true horrors of the world. And they have witnessed enough of those horrors already. "Not gonna lie, not all of us might come back in one piece, but—"

"I've been ready since day one," Jean stepped out, a rifle in his hand. "And my baby here," he stroked along the barrel. Distinctly, Hange heard someone laughing and making gaging noises. She too couldn't help, but wince at Jean's phrasing. "Is very eager to have tete-a-tete with Floch."

"You know, Jean," Sasha gently rubbed his shoulder. "That's exactly why you can never find a date for yourself."

Jean grew embarrassed, his ears turning red, but everyone that were gathered around him started laughing, and bit by bit, the tension left their group.

Huh, Hange didn't know that saving the world could be that pleasant, apparently, you just had to find the right people (and then hope they wouldn't die).

"Now, everyone," she clapped to get everybody's attention. "Put your gear, take your weapons and let's move out. The two of you," she turned to look at Historia and Levi. "Are obviously going to stay here. And you," she looked at Yelena, “stay here and don’t you dare to even move. And you, my dears, “now she turned to Falco and Gabi. "Are going to also stay here and watch over them all."

Gabi obviously wanted to object violently, but Hange had known that girl since she was four, she knew how to handle Gabi Braun.

"It's an important mission," she crouched before Gabi and lowered the volume of her voice. "You have to protect the humanity's strongest soldier and the Queen. You have to keep an eye on our unreliable friend. I can entrust this task to no one but you."

Her little trick worked like a charm - Gabi beamed and gave Hange a very enthusiastic nod.

"Don't worry about them, Professor Hange. With me, no harm will come their way."

"I knew I could trust you," she patted the girl's hair, then smiled and winked at Falco.

At last, she looked at Moblit. "Will you help with putting my gear on? I'm not sure if I still remember how to do it."

"You got it," he chuckled, as he approached Hange. "But, of course, I'll help you."

They stood in silence as Moblit assisted Hange with putting on the ODM-gear. Even if their surroundings and circumstances were unprecedented, the scene felt familiar, they had repeated it countless of times - the ever loyal assistant of Squad Leader Hange was always there, when his superior was too out of it or sleep deprived to put the gear herself.

"I've wondered about it for the longest time," Moblit began, tinkering with the blades. "All these instances when you asked me to do the same thing for you, did you just not know how to do it by yourself? Or was it merely a coincidence?"

Hange scoffed, offended that Moblit thought so lowly of her. “I studied this thing day and night to understand how it works and how to put in on quickly and without raising anyone's suspicions."

Now, Hange was reminiscing about it with almost fondness, but, back then, when the smallest of wrong move could have led to her demise, it wasn't even half as fun. "It was a hell of a work."

"But you did it great," Moblit smiled, then grimaced. "I mean, you would have done great if you weren't working for our enemies, but— the past is in the past, right?"

Right, Hange rather enjoyed that philosophy. The past was in the past, and they were free to carve the new future.

But first— they had to go, kick some asses and ensure there was a future for them all to carve.

"Wait."

Just as Hange was ready to go with the rest of the team, a quiet and gruff voice stopped her. She turned around, meeting Levi's eye.

"Your gear is malfunctioning, let me fix it for you."

Could that be true? With Moblit the one in charge of putting the gear on?

Then again, it was Levi asking - what ulterior motive could he possibly have?

So Hange gestured for Pieck and others to start moving, and approached Levi.

"Well?" she meant to turn to the side, so he could have a look at her gear, but, all out of sudden, Levi raised his uninjured hand, fisted it in her shirt and tugged her forward, until their lips met in a kiss that took all of Hange's breath away.

It was just a kiss, a touch of two lips, it had no right to feel like an explosion of fireworks and coming home all at once.

Truly, she ought to hate Levi at least a little, for he was her only weakness in this world.

But she couldn't hate him, never could, and that's why she threw herself into that kiss without abandon, forgetting about their audience and the fact that Levi did have an ulterior motive.

Hange found out about it as soon as they broke apart and she saw Zeke, standing right beside them.

He looked furious, and most surprisingly - hurt.

Huh, interesting. Perhaps, she ought to think more about it. Not now, obviously.

Hange aimed her glare at Levi, her next words accompanied by the sound that was best described as a hiss. "What the fuck was that just now? Are you staking claim on me, Ackerman?" she raised an accusing finger, pressing it to his chest. "Didn't know you were that possessive."

"I'm not possessive," he huffed, still somehow managing to keep his self-composure. "I'm just telling that monkey that he shouldn't lay his ugly paws where they don't belong. And also," he fidgeted a little, his fingers playing with Hange's pants. "I know you said this shit was dangerous. But if you don't come back, four-eyes, I will kill you myself."

"How touching," Hange giggled, patted his hair, and, next, bended down to leave a quick smooch on his bandaged brow. "But I will come back, just..."

"Watch over this kindergarten while you're away?"

Hange looked around - Gabi was already chasing Falco with a rifle, Historia fruitlessly tried to stop the blood from spilling.

"I will be much obliged," she confessed to Levi.

"Go," Levi gave her a slight push. "Everything will be fine here, just don't—"

"Let Zeke get close me?"

"Exactly. And don’t die."

Hange laughed, saluted and hurried to catch up with everyone else.

___

At first, Hange was afraid of using ODM-gear. She thought she couldn't do it, thought she had already forgotten all the needed skills.

But soaring through the air turned out to be just as easy as it had been four years ago.

Gliding and making the graceful stops was starting to bring her genuine glee until...

Until the battle started.

Whatever Hange expected to see at the port, that was not it. The numbers were that much more uneven, the scale was that much grander. The kids they were going to fight with were that much younger than she had anticipated.

And there was a lot more of hacking and slashing than Hange was prepared for. Even so, every hack, every slash and every bullet that met its target meant the loss of another life that was full of wasted potential.

Hange wasn't sure if she could do it for much longer, if she could exterminate more of those kids.

Luckily, Pieck was right beside her, ready to help Hange out the second that she needed it. Luckily, they had their shifters, and with their help, the fight was almost over.

Hange was ready, was almost raising her hand to call for Pieck, when— When someone else landed on the rooftop next to her.

Someone red-headed, with a nasty face. Someone definitely not Mikasa who was fighting alongside Hange minutes ago.

Floch, Hange grimly realized. That rat-looking bastard.

She faced him, gun already raised. But there was no ammo inside of it, and so whatever Hange was going to say next would be loaded with shit-ton of bullshit.

"Run away before I shoot you," she took the word first, because it was important to settle the aura of dominance around her. At least, that's what her teachers had been telling her. "I'll do a favor and warn you that I'm one of the best shooters of Marley."

With no fucking ammo.

"They all trusted you?" Floch took a step, approaching her casually, but with a face twisted in rage. "All these idiots and traitors, they trusted you, a fucking Marleyan spy, before Eren and I? They all deserve to die for what they did! And die they will!"

Uh oh, Hange did a careful step back. Her companion clearly had a few screws loose. And arguing with him was completely pointless.

"Listen," obviously, the offensive tactic had failed her. Hange resorted to the defensive one. "Whatever is going on between your ex-friends and you, it's none of my concern. I'm just trying to save the world and—"

And the insolent kid had the gut to interrupt her. Mid-fucking-sentence. By firing his stupid rifle.

Luckily, Hange dodged the first bullet, but the second got her. Got her so good that she had crouch and press a palm to her face. The blood was already dripping from it, and her head erupted in an explosion of sudden, breath-stopping pain.

The darkness was already enveloping her, but just before Hange slipped into the unknown, two thoughts crossed her mind.

The first one was: fuck, it hurts like the bitch.

The second was: shit, Levi is definitely going to kill me.

___

He had to wait. Then, he had to wait some more. Then, he had to wait a little more. And then he had to do a shitload of waiting.

Levi was not used to this. Before, the battlefield always had him standing at the fucking center. And now he was on the sidelines, waiting for the barest amount of news.

But, of course, there was no fucking news. Only injured girl, teenage queen and two more children.

And no Hange, or Moblit or someone he was close with. There was no Zeke even, so he had no one he could make fun of to pass the time.

Levi was slowly going crazy. He was spiraling and spiraling, until— a tiny but strong hand gripped his. He looked up to see the one and only Queen Historia.

"It's hard to wait until the news come in?" she asked in that angelic and gentle voice of hers. "But you get used to that anxiety with time."

"I am no Queen," Levi replied bluntly. "I don't have the luxury to get used to it.

Historia putted - showing Levi that she was very much a child - and lightly swatted his arm - reminding him that she was very much a Queen. "You know what I mean. And also," oh that smile, that full of mischief smile, Levi didn't like it one single bit. "What's up with you and Hange? Are you—"

"It's complicated," he grunted because it was. Hange was an enemy and a traitor, and then she came back and still was an enemy, and then she saved him, risking her own life, and now was working towards saving the fucking world with them.

So yeah, fucking complicated. Especially if he were to explain it in his frail and near to death state.

"But you love Hange, right?"

Did he love her, what kind of question was that? Yes, Levi loved her. But then Hange left him, and he tried to hate her, but, in truth, he continued to love her. And she came back - unwillingly - and he still loved her.

So yeah, it was complicated, but, actually, not that much. Still didn’t mean that Historia had any right to stick her royal nose in it, no matter how much she enjoyed the juicy gossips.

"I'm just saying," she leaned a little closer to Levi. "I'm not asking out of simple curiosity. I have... a general idea of what you're going through."

"So what?" Levi couldn't help the abrasiveness of his tone. Queen or no Queen, he would let no one get inside his heart and assume that they know what he was going through.

"So what?" Historia threw her hands in the air. "So I can help you. With an advice or whatever else you need. Remember, Ymir?"

Levi racked his brain to find the answer. "Not that – the great and almighty - Ymir, right?"

"No, Ymir," Historia smiled. "The girl with freckles, warm hands and who could turn into a Titan. You weren't there, but she... betrayed us and ran back to Marley."

Ah, that Ymir. The one with the sad love story. The one who making their Queen depressed on certain days.

"I'm just saying," Historia squeezed his shoulder. "I know what you're going through. But remember - you got Hange back. I didn't get that luxury with Ymir."

Oh. Now he felt like sort of an asshole. He made his Queen and a pregnant girl all gloomy and sad.

"I just wonder sometimes," Historia murmured, eyes looking at the horizon and turning thoughtful. "If Ymir would be proud of whom I have become if she saw me now."

"You love your country, and you care for your people," Levi said, in an effort to stop Historia from shedding tears. That would be a fucking disaster. "She would love the new version of you as much as she loved the old one."

"You know," Historia still wiped her eyes, getting rid of a few tears that had escaped. "You're much nicer than everyone thinks you are."

"I'm really not—"

And that it happened. Their fighters, the survivors had returned. Levi looked at each of them intently, recognizing each and every face. Every member of his squad looked worse to wear, everyone seemed— like they had new wounds in their hearts.

Connie and Jean holding Reiner. Gabi wearing victorious smirk and holding injured and exhausted Falco (how did Levi miss their missing?). Armin helping Sasha. Mikasa helping Annie. And then—

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh goddamn fucking shit, was he not allowed to have a single good thing in his life? He didn't want the gold or wealth or power, he wanted to have single person, she wanted him right back, why they were not allowed to do that? Why Hange - again, and again, and again was taken away from him?

Why her face was all covered in blood as Pieck, Moblit and Zeke helped to carry her? Why the blood inside Levi's own heart suddenly stopped pumping?

He stood up - his legs unsteady - and started to approach them.

"Captain!" just as shakily, Historia hurried to follow after him. The ones from his squad who still could stand - did the same.

"We are with you, Captain," Armin promised, hand on his shoulder. “And we're with Hange, oh my—"

How dare they? How dare, whoever did this to his Hange, whoever put so much blood on her face, did this? During the small moment when everything could almost work out? Levi would find them, oh he would find them and he would gut them, no matter what state he would be in.

He made unsteady step towards her limp body. Then, even slower, he did another one. Just as he was preparing to take the third one, Moblit looked up. And saw the pain inside Levi's eyes.

He gave Levi a smile, much kinder than Levi would be able to muster in the moment. And then, that smile turned into a grin.

"Hange-san is alive," Moblit said at last. "Badly injured, but— alive."

Alive. Was there a better word to console Levi right now?

Alive. He murmured it again, his knees nearly buckling underneath him from the sheer amount of relief he felt.

"Um, okay," Historia stepped forward, the royal aura reappearing around her. "Let's get Captain to the ship, and Hange—"

"Hange is going with me." Levi said resolutely, no sign of weakness showing in his voice, despite the fact that two teenagers were helping him stay on his feet.

"Hange needs someone to take care of her wounds," Pieck spoke out. "And you," she pointed at Levi, "can't even walk by yourself."

"Well, take Hange to the ship," he argued. "And I'll treat her wound there."

"Or maybe you won't," Pieck drew out, her hold on Hange tightening. "Because I don't trust you."

"I don't trust you either."

Oh, he didn't? The greatest titan, the biggest asshole in this world didn't trust Levi? As if anyone had fucking cared about it - or his stupid, monkey-looking ass.

"You better shut your mouth, Zeke," Levi growled. "Before I come over here and do it myself."

"Are you still up for that job?"

Levi clenched his fists, his anger rising. Zeke and his fucking taunts and his face and his everything, he had enough of it!

"Hange is coming with us," Pieck said, interfering with Levi's murderous thoughts. "And that's the end of it. She's one of us, we don't trust you."

"Pieck, please, at least, you have to be reasonable," the voice that joined the conversation surprised Levi. And let another wave of relief wash over him. "I didn't spend the last night trying to have you all to get along for you to start fighting over who gets to clean my fucking wound."

Beneath the bandages, Levi smiled. Ah, Hange, always the voice of reason.

"Just let Moblit take care of me, or else the reinforcements will come soon. I hope you all trust him?"

"How can they not?" Moblit chuckled. "Especially after that exhilarating trip we had with Zeke. The one when he kept threatening to slice my throat."

Zeke looked away, almost like he was embarrassed.

"He looks harmless enough," Pieck surrendered.

"Past is in the past," Zeke said diplomatically.

"I trust Moblit with my life, with Hange's life too," Levi added because who would he be if not a snarky asshole that just had to have the last word.

"Great, if everyone agrees who takes care of Hange, let's get moving!" Historia exclaimed, clapping two times in a row to force them to start walking.

Levi sighed, feeling weary, worried, annoyed and still very fucking injured. Then he let Jean and Sasha to wrap their arms around him.

Well, wasn't he just pathetic? Couldn't even move without the help of two teenagers. Zeke probably had the time of his life, watching Levi's struggles. He could laugh all he wanted, though, as long as Levi didn't see his ugly face. He'd deck him easily, even half-dead and with two children holding him upwards.

"So," when Zeke's revolting blonde head disappeared, Levi turned to his companions. "What the fuck had happened out there? With the fight, Yeagerists and—"

He stopped, taking a deep breath. The thought of Hange, coupled with the sight of blood on her brilliant head, was still terrifying to him.

"And Hange-san?" Sasha prompted, with a sympathetic smile. "It's all quite complicated but—"

"I'm willing to tell you everything, Captain," Jean said, chin raised high. "I was there, I saw everything. And it began with..."

___

Jean heard someone fly past him, raised his eyes and immediately narrowed them, in the expression of pure fury.

That bastard, Flock, here he was, just a rooftop away. Jean was going to make up to him for everything he had ever done, for every stupid shit he had ever uttered.

Floch was involved in all this mess, he was the one who forced Jean and others to kill their own friends. He didn't - couldn't - know, but suspected that Floch was also the one who gave Eren the brilliant idea to destroy the whole world.

Whatever, they would have time to stop Eren and his plan later.

Now, though, his focus was on Floch.

Who had remained on the same rooftop, talking with someone— someone, Jean squinted – ah, it was Hange.

Jean his hand already raised, preparing his gear and his trusty rifle, his dear babe. But a moment later, he heard a scream - a familiar voice, laced with fear and panic. Jean turned, and saw Mikasa, nearly falling to her death.

His muscles reacted faster than his mind, and so very soon, Mikasa had been saved from peril, protected by his arms.

He smiled at her, to give another bit of reassurance, but then tensed, when a gunshot rang through the port.

A gunshot, right above them. And another right after it. Coming from the roof where Hange and Floch were standing.

Holding Mikasa with one hand, and his rifle with another, Jean moved up, until he was on the roof.

The sight before him was nauseating - Floch, victorious and giddy, and Hange, bleeding out on the ground.

Jean didn't hesitate, didn't think about his loyalties and where exactly they were laying. He nodded to Mikasa, let her run to Hange, then raised his babe, aiming it at Floch.

He took a breath, and that was—

___

"And that was a foolish lie," Sasha chided Jean, confirming Levi's suspicions. "You weren't even half as cool and what was that again? You saved Mikasa? Mikasa was perfectly fine, fighting on the other side of port!"

"Well, everything was happening too fast," Jean mumbled, eyes averted. "And that's how I remembered the events."

"It's all a lie," Sasha waved her hand arrogantly, snickering when she met Levi's gaze. "Let me tell you the actual truth, Captain. First things first, everything was indeed happening way too fast and that's why—"

___

That's why Sasha had to keep an eye on everything, to make sure that everyone - Connie, Jean, Armin, Mikasa, even those ex-traitors Reiner, Annie and Hange and those kids she barely knew (and she was almost sure that one of them had nearly shot her once) were alive and uninjured.

It was a hectic, thankless job, but someone had to do it, and so Sasha perched up on the rooftop, doing what she was always best at - hunting. Killing.

Every bullet that flew out of her rifle met its target. And every time, Sasha prayed that it hit someone she didn't know nor care about.

The battle went on and on, draining all the energy out of her. Sasha covered for Connie, then got that guy that was chasing after Mikasa, helped Reiner evade the thunder spear. Slowly, the fighting was coming to an end, the enemy's forces decreasing. With a start, Sasha realized - she was all alone, no enemy or ally next to her.

She breathed out, reloaded the rifle and jumped to her feet, leaping into the air.

A few rooftops away, across the street, she saw the bright speck of red hair that immediately stirred annoyance inside of her. Floch, that damned fool.

He was approaching Hange, who clearly was struggling, backed up into the corner.

Sasha hurried to her rescue.

With a rifle securely strapped to her back, she glided through the air, heading to the rooftop where Hange and Floch were standing.

But Hange seemed tense, and Floch was actively approaching her, clearly, there was no time to spare, so Sasha landed on the nearest rooftop and raised her rifle.

She closed one eye, taking a second to get a better aim. She settled on Floch's arm, the injury wouldn't kill him, but it would make it impossible for him to use the ODM-gear. Even after everything he had done, even after every stupid thing he had said and done ever since he had joined Survey Corps, Sasha couldn't find it in herself to kill him.

With matters in such state of disarray, with Eren's true motives still unclear, they might need Floch and what he knew.

Or, perhaps, Sasha was just trying to placate herself. Went through so much shit already, and yet she hadn't learnt how to part with comrades, no matter how irritating and evil they actually were.

Under her breath, she cursed Floch's, Eren's, everyone's stupidity, and put a finger on the trigger.

She was ready to curl her point finger and end it all.

Floch was faster, though.

With a move that was more fluid that Sasha had expected from him, he fired his gun. Then, when Hange had dodged, he had done the same action again. This time, Hange fell down, with a loud scream.

Sasha's hands began to tremble as she held the rifle. She fired it too, the bullet getting to Floch's side inside of his arm as she had planned.

She didn't care about it now, however. All she cared about was a body of an enemy and a mentor and a friend, a person who had saved her own life not long ago. A person who was possibly now dying.

Sasha leaped from one roof to another, her eyes seeing only Hange. Floch was already forgotten, his grunts of pain entirely ignored.

A warm feeling went through her, as she saw Jean already by Hange's side. His face was terrified, but not— not stricken with grief, not even sad.

He looked up, met Sasha's eyes and mouthed, "Alive."

That's all Sasha needed to know.

___

"And that's basically it!" Sasha smiled, patting Levi's shoulder. "Moblit arrived soon too, and then Hange was carried here. You know the rest."

"I do."

The rest was already on the ship, probably getting her wound treated. Waiting for him.

"Thank you, guys," he did his best to give the kids the bright look. He was proud of them, truly. For everything they've done today. "You saved..."

"Your beloved?" Sasha winked, then giggled, when she saw the embarrassment, appearing in Levi's eye. "Don't worry, Captain, it's alright. We understand."

"Yes," Jean agreed, surprisingly somber. "The line between enemies and friends is lost already."

"And, personally, I always thought that you and Hange-san are meant to be," Sasha said, just to add to Levi's grievance.

In the face of their assault, he could only groan.

"Are you telling me this now, because I'm injured and there are no barracks I can make you clean?"

"Yeah," Sasha laughed. "And, you know, we also kinda love you."

Honestly? Levi felt the same. Those annoying brats, they were his only family. But he wasn't yet sappy enough to tell them that.

"You did good," was all he said, and wrapped his arms a little tighter around them, closing his eye while Sasha and Jean carried him inside.

___

Inside the ship, near cabins, where, as he thought Hange was, Levi met Historia and Pieck.

The two young women looked around intently, as though searching for someone.

"All good?" his hollow voice asked.

Historia gave him a tight-lipped smile. "We're just making sure that everyone is on board."

Levi did a quick survey inside his head - he saw Armin, Annie, Reiner, Onyakopon, that fool Zeke, Yelena, Mikasa and the rest of kids, two children they've continued to carry with themselves for some reason, Azumabito and her people. That seemed to be everyone they needed.

"I think everyone is here."

"No. We can't find Magath."

It came from Pieck, who sounded surprisingly forthcoming, urgent even.

Levi realized everything at once, connected all the dots immediately.

"I'm sorry," he squeezed her shoulder, with more sympathy than he thought he could spare for the girl. Perhaps, Hange was onto something with this alliance shit. He looked at Historia, "You can say that we're ready to go," then back at Pieck. "I don't think he is going back."

"B-but!"

The loud explosion seemed to confirm Levi's suspicion. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "But your Commander seemed to make his own decision already."

Pieck lowered her head, her lips trembling. "If anyone needs me, I'll be inside my cabin. But don't disturb me without a reason."

She was gone, before Levi or Historia could say anything else to her. They've exchanged a look, and both had let out a sigh.

They were too familiar with the concept of loss.

"I'll go to see Hange," he told the Queen.

"And I'll check on everyone and rest for a bit."

And just like that, they went their separate ways.

___

Inside the cabin, as Levi had expected, Hange was not alone. Moblit was tending to her wounds, Onyakopon was right beside him, helping whenever needed.

Cautiously, Levi leaned against the doorway, his heart somewhere in his throat, as he saw what was hiding behind the blood on Hange's face.

The wound was disastrous, black and red mixing in the place, where Hange’s eye used to be.

"It's a miracle," Moblit murmured, casting a quick glance at Levi. "That Hange-san survived. If the bullet went just a few inches to the left..."

"She got lucky," Onyakopon agreed. "But she lost an eye."

Hange lost an eye. An eye! A vibrant, lovely color that hid inside the infinite intelligence and kindness? Now it was gone.

But, at least, Hange survived. Hange was still here, with him.

"I'll take care of her," he said to Moblit, when he finished dressing the wound.

"Of course," Moblit stood up, wiping the sweat that had gathered on his forehead under the influence of stress. "Call us if you need anything."

"Will do," Levi promised to both Moblit and Onyakopon.

The two men helped Levi get to Hange's bed, then laid him down beside still unconscious Hange.

"I think she wouldn't mind," Moblit hid a smile, when he saw Levi's outraged expression.

"She was asking after you, during a small moment when she had gained consciousness," Onyakopon revealed, following it with a pat on Levi's shoulder. "Hange would be happy to see you. Besides, it's not as though you can actually sit right now."

Levi could only grunt. Why was everyone touching and telling him the truth today? Why were people teasing him? Was it because of his weak state? Or the end of the world?

Whatever it was, Levi didn't get his answer neither from Moblit, nor Onyakopon. And so very soon, he was left alone with Hange.

He settled in more comfortably, and looked at Hange - it felt weird, almost surreal to have the opportunity to stare at her all he wanted after everything that happened. Her face seemed peaceful, only slight lines of pain visible in the middle of her forehead. Apart from that and white bandage running across the side of her head, Hange looked perfectly fine, quietly snoring with her mouth slightly opened.

If he strained his imagination, if he forgot all the horrors and tragedies and lies that laid between the two of them, he could almost imagine - him and Hange, sleeping in one bed, sharing their lives.

If that's how Hange felt? When she uttered those words he would never find the courage to say out loud?

If only we could stay here together, right, Levi?

That'd be wonderful, his all dreams would come true.

But was it truly possible? Would they be able to overcome everything in their history? Could their love be stronger?

Would they survive to see this future?

Only time could tell, Levi decided, and after another quick survey of Hange - still with him, still breathing, still alive - he turned his eye to the small window. White clouds passed by, hiding the bright blue sky, and Levi lost himself in watching all of it, waiting for Hange to wake up.

He didn't know how much time he lost, but the sky was already turning orange, when she came back to her senses, and the serene snoring turned into a groan of pain.

"Hey," Levi gently touched her wrist. "You're safe, we're on the ship."

"So we won?"

Levi remembered the sad expressions on the faces of his squad, thought about the explosion and Hange's injury.

"It's complicated," then, with numb fingers that weren't used to show affection ever since Hange had left, he started to draw circles on the inside of her wrist and added, "You lost an eye. And Magath is presumed to be dead."

"Ah," Hange nodded and closed her eye. "I suspected that he was going to leave. What other reason could he have for making me a leader?"

"Hange," he murmured quietly, as a precaution.

"I just think..." Hange rubbed at the newly applied bandage. "Maybe, my turn is coming soon. I've lied, I've hurt so much people... Could it be that—"

"Four-eyes."

His soft touch disappeared, and now Levi was leaning over Hange, looking into her only eye with a mix of anger and pleading.

"We've all done some shit in our lives. We all feel like shit because of it. Own to that, and if you get the chance - live for the cause, not die for it."

"Levi," there was a moment, in which nothing was said, not aloud. They simply gazed at each other, and Levi felt his chest constricting as he witnessed all the pain that Hange had previously hidden.

He wanted to say something else, something less strict and more uplifting, but as he racked his brain for words, Hange lifted the corners of her lips, and quite unexpectedly - started laughing.

"I'm sorry, sorry," she huffed another husky laugh, so merry that it eased all knots in Levi's stomach. "I just thought... well, we're kinda matching now, our scars, I mean. Can wear matching eye patches if you want."

Matching, Levi smiled to himself. Truly, a match made in hell.

"You're crazy," he said, with all authoritativeness of a person who was a walking wound. "We can," he added softly, his hand finding Hange's. He laid in bed beside her, letting the passing clouds lull him to sleep. "And we will."

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter One

Chapter One: Living Ghosts

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader 

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of violence, enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (don’t worry, it’ll come sooner than you think).

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Here’s chapter one of my multi-chapter series for Reiner— chapter two is already ready!

A very special thank you to @present-mel​ , and @whats-her-quirk​ for encouraging me to take the plunge and create this monster (I’ve got a lot planned for this fic and I’m so excited for it) 💕

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           You were having that same dream again, the one where you felt like you were dying. Your shoulder ached with the memory of bursting pain, but there were warm hands there, holding you, pressing down to keep the bleeding at bay. You could never recognize the face, never identify the voice, your ears still ringing from the sound of a piercing gunshot. It was always the same; a delirious memory warped into a nightmare. Sometimes the dream ended in the hospital, other times with you staring at the inside of a coffin, or in a shallow grave.

           But this time, you were waking up, eyes flickering open to meet harsh fluorescent lights and clinking, cold handcuffs around your wrists.

          A white-hot sense of dread pooled over your body.

          You knew where you were. You knew how you got here. And suddenly, you wished you were dreaming again.

          You could still see it all, still hear the deafening blades of the helicopter whirring above you. None of your team had expected the Marleyans to be in the warehouse; they hadn’t been on the soil of Paradis in years. They’d caught you off guard and sent your escape plan into action sooner than expected. You’d tried to follow Mikasa and Armin, but Jean was in your way. The lines of your vertical movement gear had tangled with his as you both hurriedly attempted to ascend and meet Levi in the aircraft, sending you spiraling back into the window, back into enemy territory.

          Someone kicked you in the skull when you landed, you could still feel your head throbbing with the soreness. That must’ve been what did you in, what made you easy pickings to become a captive to the Marleyan government.

          You sat up, taking note of your surroundings: of course, they’d put you in a cell, one void of a bed but thankfully containing a fucking bucket. How considerate. Just outside the iron bars was a table scattered with broken pieces of your gear, undoubtedly torn apart to be studied and to keep you from using it to escape.

          Anger brewed inside your chest, a familiar feeling of betrayal returning that you hadn’t felt in years. There were faces here you didn’t want to see, enemies with broken facades that still haunted your thoughts at night. People you’d trusted, people you’d loved.

          You knew they would show themselves soon. If you were still alive, it’s because there were questions that Zeke Yeagar wanted answers to, tendrils of doubt and duplicity that he wanted to sink into your mind.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          Reiner felt sick. He’d never wanted to see you again, yet he’d been the one to carry your unconscious body through the compound, to cuff you and leave you on the frigid concrete floor. He’d stood over your figure for a while, heart pounding his chest out of fear that you’d wake up and flash that scrutinizing gaze of yours toward him again. But you’d just laid there at his feet, small, vulnerable, like a lost memory washed back upon the shores of his life.

          And of course, now that you were awake, you weren’t talking, refusing to take Zeke’s bait.

          He watched the older man pace around the room, glasses glinting as he wrung his hands. Truly, Reiner had been surprised that Zeke didn’t kill you on the spot, instead opting to transport you all the way across the border to their headquarters, insistent that you be treated like precious cargo. Though, it had been hard to keep Porco from poking at your body in the floorboards of the armored truck. Reiner had tried to keep his gaze away from you, eyes glued to the dark horizon outside of the rain smeared window. Maybe if he had stopped looking at you, you would have disappeared.

          There was something pressing Zeke, something worrying him that he wasn’t sharing with the rest of the warriors. He thought you knew something, or perhaps that you could be valuable in some way.

          Reiner knew that if you were to live, you needed to speak, needed to give them a piece of information to work with. He placed his head in his hands at the table, palms rubbing at his eyes. He shouldn’t—he didn’t—care if you took your last breath here. You were the enemy, someone who’d once held a knife to his throat when his true intentions within the ranks of The Scouts were revealed. He almost wished you’d killed him then, that you’d ended all the years of misery and regret that still clung to his mind like a poisonous leech.

          “Maybe she’ll give in to someone she knows,” Zeke stopped his pacing, attention turning to Annie Leonhart who sat across from Reiner, “why don’t you give it a go?”

          “Absolutely not,” she rejected, long legs crossing at the ankles upon the table.

          “Bertholdt tells me that you two were quite the comrades during your reconnaissance mission.”

          “I wouldn’t say that. We just found each other tolerable. Bertie was always sweet on her, though.”

          Zeke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Bertholdt is kind to everyone, he’s as soft as they come.”

          Bertholdt, per usual, stayed quiet in the face of Zeke’s remarks.

          Porco Galliard chuckled at that statement, straightening his shoulders before he spoke.

          “Which is exactly why you should’ve sent me to Paradis instead, Chief. I could give her a go. You were being too easy on her, anyways. Once you start ripping off fingernails people really start to give in, you know.”

          Reiner’s gut twisted at the thought.

          “You’re not allowed anywhere near her, Gailliard,” Zeke crossed his arms as a smirk settled into the lines of his beard, “she’s far too pretty, you’d break down and grovel to her before it was all over.”

          Galliard huffed, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks as he shrunk down in his seat.

          “Reiner—”

          He had an inkling that it would come down to this. There would be no point in disputing it, he’d have to come face to face with his past, with sins he thought he left behind four years ago.

          He stood before Zeke could complete his thought, heavy knuckles rapping at the wood of the table.

          “Well, looks like we finally have a volunteer.”

           Every inch of Reiner’s skin bristled as he marched down the corridor to the prison cells. His footsteps were jarring, heavy, like he was determined to leave prints in the floor to mark a final walk of shame. Some part of him hoped you’d be gone when he opened the door, that you would have used your wits and crawled through some air duct and run away from this, from him.

          He almost didn’t turn the door handle. He felt invisible, burdensome hands pulling at his shoulders, calling at him to run. He’d always been a coward, especially when it came to you. He hated you, loathed you because he knew you pegged him as fraud from the beginning. You never threw a kind word in his direction, always looked at him like he was below you, like his pride meant nothing to you.

          Reiner just wished that you had meant nothing to him. Even when the opportunity had presented itself, he couldn’t even find the strength to kill you like his orders demanded. He wondered if you remembered it at all, if your memories had finally flooded back after all this time. Something inside his heart wouldn’t let him that night, some unknown, egregious feeling that by some means overshadowed his hatred. 

          That feeling returned when he entered the room and found you sitting with your back to the wall, your tightly bound hands in your lap.

          He took in a deep breath as he averted his gaze, teeth gritting at the sight of you awake. Zeke was right, four years had done you justice; time had only made you more beautiful than before, and he worried he might fall to his knees before you.

          “Reiner.”

          Sometimes, he just really wished people would stop saying his name.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          A strange relief settled into your stomach at the sight of him. Reiner was as hulking as ever, broad shoulders stretching the threads of his shirt to their limits. But he was different, older…demure, in some ways. He didn’t hold his head as high anymore, didn’t immediately cross his arms across his barreled chest to appear larger. He took tired, golden eyes less intense than you last remembered. His fingers rubbed at his lips, at the facial hair that adorned more pronounced cheekbones.

          You hated to admit that he appeared even more handsome than you remembered.

           There was a red armband tied around his bicep, an insignia emblazoned on it that you’d never seen before.

          “Do I make you nervous, Braun?”

          You caught his attention then, made his eyes look at you as you leaned your head back against the stone wall.

          “Tough question from the one behind bars.”

          His voice had changed, too. He sounded more stoic, more serious. There used to be a hint of glee under that tongue of his.

          “Why am I here?”

          “I’m supposed to be the one asking you things.”

          You shrugged, biting at your cheek as you wiggled your toes to try to make them feel again. Your limbs were starting to ache, your head too, body feeling like it was starting to cement to the floor. You didn’t want to be Zeke Yeagar’s plaything, but you knew that if you were alive, there was something they wanted. There was some leverage you held, but you weren’t sure what it was just yet. You had hoped they would send Bertholdt in to talk to you, you always could get under his skin.

          Reiner was a more difficult case for you. He always coated himself in arrogance, made it harder for you to chip away at his armor. He never let anyone in, just always grinned, acted like he had everything under control. But before you was a man with cracks, a man that time and guilt had eroded. You almost felt sorry for him, almost. A man like him deserved to bear the weight of his burdens.

          “Listen, if you don’t start talking—”

          “You’ll what? Kill me?”

          “We’ll torture you.”

          He said the words with a weight that knocked you back a bit, stole the last breath of gusto you were holding onto. You expected as much, but hearing it said aloud made fear crawl up your spine, made the cuffs around your wrist feel even more strained against your skin.

          “What do you want to know? I could tell Yeagar was prodding for something tangible to use against Paradis.”

          “I just want to know what you know about us, if you know anything about what Marley has been doing in the last few years.”

          “You’ve been fighting a war, that much I know.”

          And he looked like he had been through battle, been through hell in trenches and gunfire. Your intelligence agents had reported that Braun had been promoted to be Vice Commander of the Warrior Unit, and the hardline of his frown told you he’d seen more horrors than you wanted to know about.

          “Tell me something you don’t know from news headlines.”

          Levi had trained all his scouts for this situation once upon a time ago. You could still hear his voice in your head, commanding you to give up as little as possible, learn what the enemy wanted and then give them something else to cling on to. You had a few things you knew you could feed to them, beneficial tidbits that would satiate their hunger and keep them from feasting upon your teammates. But relaying any kind of information was a death sentence within itself; give the dogs a treat and eventually they’ll want more.

          And you knew that Reiner, that Zeke Yeagar, was a very greedy host.

          You stood slowly, releasing the aching tension in your lower back. Reiner didn’t flinch away from his place beyond the rusting iron, instead eyeing you like you were some exotic thing in a cage.

          There was a nostalgia of being in his presence, even if the atmosphere around him was contrary to what you were used to perceiving. He still made your blood boil, still made your fighting instincts come alive in the back of your mind. You still felt small in his shadow, but there was still a lingering feeling, a fleeting memory, about how being around him once made you feel safe.

          Your bare feet moved toward him, toes stinging against the cold of the floor.

          One of your hands wrapped around a bar to your prison, the metal of your handcuffs clinking against the barrier.

          You could catch his scent from being this close, and at least that much stayed the same—he always smelled like cedarwood, earthy and sweet, like the spice of the forest floor after a fresh rain. It was almost funny how smell created memories more frequently than any other sense. 

          Suddenly, you felt like you were back home, like nothing had changed, as if his deceit had never been revealed. Your mind’s eye flashed images of your old training camp, of Reiner lifting Connie onto his shoulders after the small boy had successfully managed to triumph over Jean in his marksmanship practice. He’d used one of the tricks that Reiner had taught him. That once sweet memory turned sour as you remembered just why Reiner was always such a good shot.

          You tilted your chin up to look at him, to come face-to-face with the imposing penumbra you thought you’d warded off. He was a living ghost brought back to haunt you once again.

          “You seem pathetic, Braun, like you’ve lost all that bravado that made you so special.”

          He took your words, let them bounce off his chest like you hadn’t even spoken them.

          “Why did they send you in here? Did they really expect I’d crack under such pitiful pressure? You’re a deplorable, miserable—”

          His fist wrapped around your hand, crushing your fingers between his might and the metal bar you’d secured yourself to.

          You hissed at the pain, but…there was something you had missed in that touch of his; he felt warm, worn, like there were secrets being pressed into your skin.

          “Be. Quiet.”

          You expected his fingers to flex, waited for him to crack your fingers under his pressure. But he kept his strength at bay, electing to keep a steady, continuous tension against your knuckles.

          “Talk, or tomorrow will be your last day. You wouldn’t want to die at the hands of a pathetic, wretched man like me, would you? No, you’re too proud for that.”

          He took a step back, releasing his bruising grip before turning on his heels to leave.

          A string of panic began to uncoil inside you, snapping as his arm extended towards the exit.

           “Reiner,” you called, “tell me something. How much do you really know about Zeke Yeagar?”

           “I know enough.”

           “No, you don’t,” you were starting to sound worried, you could hear it, “there’s something I know that you don’t, and I’d be willing to give you information in return for you answering a question for me.”

           You could feel your heart beating in your chest, every pump within your ribs like the ticking of an oppressive clock. He was silent, steady, back still turned away from you. You noticed that his fists were clenched by his side, a vein starting to appear up the exposed length of his forearm.

           “I’ll consider it. Depends on what your question is.”

           He still didn’t turn to look at you.

           “Reiner…tell me what happened to Marco.”

           The door was slamming shut before the last syllable of the dead man’s name left your lips.

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What kind of Yandere are they ? Pt 2

Author note : I was supposed to write a Christmas headcanon but nothing came so since the new season is full of daddies/mommies I couldn’t not write a part 2 of this headcanon (I already planned a part 3). Yes I wrote this while listening the new AOT’s opening 

Before we started, let me reminds you those relationships are TOXIC please be careful. No one should treat you the way they did in this headcanon, you’re precious and deserve someone who’ll be able to take care of you properly. 

Warning : violence / Mention of stress / Toxic relationship / slight nsfw (kinda explicit but you can skip it if you want to) if you don’t feel confortable with those kinds of things don’t read it, I want you to feel good on my blog this is a happy place. 

i do not own those gifs credit to the owners 

Masterlist 

Zeke 

I finally write for him 

I don’t know if it’s a yeagar’s thing, but this man is a master when it came to manipulate his beloved. 

He is pretty smart guys and since he always had to lie to everyone he became quite strong at it. He knows what to do or to say in order to get what he wants 

And when he decided you would be his : you would be his. No matter how hard he will try, that something you can’t control 

At first it will appear innocent : a young man seducing someone he has a crush on. Nothing weird on that ? Wrong

There nothing « normal » on his behavior, but he is doing his best to hide anything that might compromise him. 

If he is being too intrusive he will  joke on it claiming he was being too passionate about you. 

But he will still have his answer one way or another 

Normally the man is pretty harsh and not afraid to be rude, but with you he is the smoothest guy alive. Like I say he is pretty smart. In addition he is aware about how attractive is he, the man is a whole flirt especially with you. So he knows when he can touch you or when he can just brush your hand to get a reaction of you. 

It’s odd that after couple of weeks flirting together you started to fall for the man, believe me when I say everything go according to his plan. The minute he saw you : he worked hard to get all the information he needed to be close to you. He also learned who could be a danger for your relationship and acted accordingly. 

At first your life would seem better, but you were wrong. It would take you a long time (if you’ll ever notice this) to acknowledge that most of your friends weren’t here anymore, that you tend to see most of your family less than before. 

What kind of Yandere he is ? 

MANIPULATOR  : Like I say before, the man is smart. During his whole life he had to lie, to adapt in order to survive and get what he needed to have. It became an habit of his, he does naturally without even thinking about it. So it’s no surprise he will manipulate you, not in a harsh way ; everything with him is smooth and collected. He knows that loosing his shit in front of you won’t help his case worst it might scare you and he won’t be able to see you (or he’ll have to kidnap you which he would try to avoid it). Every word, every action is always on purpose nothing is improvised even his kiss. He is not afraid to lie to you. He would lie, tease, embellish, flirt to have you wrapped around his finger. And if he thinks someone might be dangerous he’ll force you to think the way he does, even threatened some of your friends to separate them from you. Cause that’s how he is : paranoid. 

PARANOID : that’s how he is. Everyone is threat for your relationship. Since he is kinda aware about how unhealthy is behavior is, he knows some of your friends or your family won’t agree on your relationship. In addition, you’re so special, so attractive, so sweet, he is afraid someone might take you away from him. He always needs your approval, and won’t be afraid to have it by edging you during sex, kissing you deeply until you can’t breathe. Not because the man is always collected that he doesn’t freak out, he does plenty of time especially when it comes to you. You’re far too precious and he is aware that everyone might want to steal you (yes he actually saw you as on object something people may take away from him). Because he tends to manipulate you easily, he won’t be afraid to do it in order to keep you away from your family friends, anyone who might be able to make you realize how unhealthy he is of you. Before you can even realize, your « noisy’ friends as he calls them aren’t here anymore, they barely talk to you they even starts to ghost you without giving you any explanation (if you’re wondering, of course he’s threaten them, black mail he is fine with everything as long as it put them aside). 

DOM : Not really a surprise here, he is pretty big (not put intended) in all mean, he knows he is worthy because of his royal’s gene, in addition his beast titan is stronger than never, he is smart and know what to do in order to survive. But that doesn’t mean he is a sub quite the contrary, he is hard and not afraid to be rude even in front of a superior. So when it comes to you, you’re so delicate so in love with him that you’ll never think about being rebellious : even when you do it, he won’t mind punish you (in a sexual way or not it doesn’t matter to him as soon as you obedient). Cause that’s what he expects : Obedience. That’s how you’re supposed to express your love to him, affectation are gladly accepted but he is not a fool, he won’t fall and let you take control over him. HE is the one in charge no matter what, and if he has to reminds you who is in control he would do it : by teasing most of the time. 

TEASER : He might not be seen as a funny guy (which is kinda true), he really enjoys tease you for multiple reason. : First because seeing you getting all flustered because of him is very arousing, second because it remains you who is in charge and finally because you are his and that’s a proof that he owns you. Being able to touch whenever he wants to, make you cum whenever he feels like it, getting you on tears everytime you’re acting like a brat is a most for him. That’s also a good way to punish you when you’re acting like a « damn child » as he calls it. It’s also a way for him « break you » little by little, meaning that at some point you’ll be dedicated to him and that’s exactly how he wants you to do. To do that he won’t hesitate to bring you on verge all the time, he is the king of edging honestly. 

« Please.. I.. I can’t » « You should think about it before flirting with that damn baker »  « I… I… I did… fuck … not » 

You weren’t lying though. This morning you walked into your usual bakery looking for some good bread,. Zeke being the man he is, wasn’t very difficult as long as it was tasty he was fine. It wasn’t the case for you, you were quite fond of a particular type of bread and you knew your favorite baker would sell it. But here’s the thing, the baker wasn’t doing this bread because it was a good bread, he did it because you loved it and it was a way for him to seduce you and be sure you would come back, Zeke was sure of that.

That’s why today, he decided to go with you just to see if bake would be cocky enough to flirt with you right into his face. You didn’t mind, it was another way to spend more time with him, so here you were holding his hand walking into your favorite bakery not aware of what’s about to come. So when you take your order, Zeke couldn’t help but feel anger going through his body : the way the baker was looking at you was indecent, hell they have the balls to even touch your hands while giving you the chance. How dare he ? How dare you smiling at him when you were with HIM. Getting the confirmation that the baker was in fact a damn thief (he would take care of him later), he needed to take care of you : after all you are the one who wanted to go again in this damn bakery even though the baker was flirting all over you, he needed to punish for claiming people’s attention. 

That’s explain why you were currently on your back in his bed, your member holding by some ropes, spreading you to his eyes and only his eyes. You couldn’t remember how many time, Zeke brung you on the verge of coming and yet he was taking this away from you. Again and again. Everytime he felt your cunt clucnthing around his finger or tongue, telling him how close you were he backed off without a second thought no bother hearing at your whimper. 

« Y/N don’t try to hide it, I know you were flirting with him behind my back. You wanted my attention uh ? Is that what you are ? An attention whore ? »

« I wasn’t… fuck» you couldn’t even talk properly, not when he was stroking you all the good way 

« Excuse me ? i couldn’t hear you » 

« I wasn’t *breath* flirting *breath* I-I belong to you »

« Of course you are honey I never doubted that »

Honestly, it was a miracle Zeke didn’t cum already. The sight of you all spread for him, your body begging for his attention your face covered by tears and brush from all the pleasure he gave you. Maybe this time he will give you want you want without make you beg for that ? 

Levi 

This one is a piece of work : most of the time he is already pretty cold but now that he got attracted by you. It’s quite impossible to know what he has in mind. 

He is 100% obsessed with you, he will follow you, get close to any of your friends even your neighbor for all he cares. Since he got charisma people won’t bother asking why he was asking question about you, they all think it was his way to get close to his crush nothing weird on that. Except, he is not afraid of beat the shit out anyone who might try to bother him (not answering his question, threatening him, getting too close to you to piss him off) 

Since he is pretty handsome, he knew he didn’t need to work a lot to get you into his pants, but he wanted you to be as obsessed as he was about you. In order to do that, he had to get to know you : but he won’t do it the traditional way. He will threaten, beat, black mail, stalk, anything to have all the information he needed to see you. 

Your first meeting seemed to be a coincidence but it wasn’t, Levi thought about everything : When, Where, How. But for you of course, it was a (good) coincidence, you heard that a gorgeous man was asking question about you : what you like, what was your favorite tea/flower, what was your type of man, and frankly it was flattering and now that you saw Levi you knew it was him. The way he took you to that coffee, the flower he gave you as a gift everything felt right as you have met your soulmate (which in Levi’s eyes was true). 

But you didn’t where you were getting into 

So what kind of Yandere he is ? 

DOM : Who is surprised here ? He is already like this before so obviously in Yandere vers, it would be worked. He Is always telling you what to do or not to. He is always in charge no matter what, telling you how to clean (and 99% you didn’t do it the way he wants you to so he would do it), how to fuck, if you think you can talk to him well you’re kinda wrong. He expects you to be obedient and agree on everything he asked you to, after all he knows you so well right ? There no way you would question his order. Why would you do that ? Especially when he takes care of you so well. He needs to be in control otherwise your relationship won’t work, in his mind he has to be in charge since he knows you like the back of his hand and since he is aware of what he needs, so obviously he needs to work on this relationship. He was being nice here, cause you would take all the benefits while he would work hard you but that’s a burden he would gladly have for you. 

FRIGHTENING: If your relationship, your love, his adoration aren’t enough to force you to obey well he is quite scary and won’t hesitate to glare at you. Most of the him his death glare are enough to scare you enough and make you apologize for your behavior but if he has to he would take matters on his own hands : literally. Yes he would never put a finger on you but that’s doesn’t he won’t grab your throat to raise you while scolding at your for being a shitty S/O. Yes his harsh words are another way to punish you, he knows how mean he can be and would use it with caution : unlike Zeke he doesn’t want to break you, just to reminds you your place and how lucky you are to have him by your side

COLD : like I said, usually he is pretty distant with people and he tends to be even more cold with everyone else. Even with you. Expect a lot of silent treatment from him, especially if you disappoint him, he works so hard to have your affection and to make you obsessed about him that now he is using it against you. He knows you can’t tolerate silent treatment especially after being scold, it makes you feel like you weren’t worthy enough. But it’s efficient cause everytime you come back on your kneel begging for his mercy asking him for forgiveness, promising you would never be a brat again. 

MANIPULATOR : It’s easy for him, since he gets all the information he needs to act. He knows everything about, so he can behave properly and knows what to do to get a special reaction from you. He uses this knowledge to make you fall harder for him, force you to be depend on him like you couldn’t live without him. To do that, like I said he would give you silent treatment when you’re bad, he would reward you when you’re acting the way he wants you to. After couple of months with him, he is about to be in total control with you and honestly he has never been so proud before. 

« Come on Y/N sit on my lap you deserve it » 

Getting your boyfriend’s attention was a piece of work especially today, he was super angry for some reasons and it took you a lot of strength to behave properly. But you did it. Since you started your relationship everything felt so right, you had everything you couldn’t even wish, you were spoil with love. It’s like your boyfriend could read on your mind (he wish). 

As a reward for your behavior, Levi bought you a gorgeous cloth that you saw last week during your date, and now he expected some shows. Some shows you did, taking all your time to walk into his lap, rolling your hips to flatter your body all while Levi looked at you with dark eyes. He spent his all day tracking some bastard who lusted at you during your date last week, and now that he was done with him he was back at home with nothing else but his sweet Y/N cleaning the house properly, dancing slowly to some musing on their minds. 

« Don’t make me wait Y/N come on Hurry. » 

So you did, you practically ran into his lap your body shaking slightly from excitement, you couldn’t wait to be rewarded. Levi knew your body so well, he only has to touch you and your body would melt. You didn’t have to do anything just follow his leads, it was so good. When you were finally on his lap, your hand went into his chest for support, at first he said anything he just look at your body up and down as if you were some piece of art (you were at his eyes) and then finally it happened. His hand cup your hips and he started to rub it slowly and then out of nowhere you felt his hands on your ass grabbing it which made you moan. 

« Now look at you already sensitive for me we don’t even start » 

Tonight he planned on make you cry for him. 

Hange

They are the closest of what I called a Yandere, you know the psychopath one. 

They didn’t mean to be like that, they’re just so passionate, so in love so crazy about you. 

If you think they won’t try some experiment on you, you’re wrong, you’re so wrong. It could go as for as to try how many you can cum before collapse or how much pain you can tolerate. 

You’re everything they could dream of so of course they had to analyze you : to them it’s pretty romantic cause they’re learning a lot of things about you and seeing you cry, just a proof that you’re opening to them (in their creepy mind crying is like confessing be careful). 

In the meantime, they may hurt but they also worship you, as I said before you’re everything they could dream off so obviously they won’t break what would be the point ? But if it had to happen don’t worry they will conserve your body : you are their beloved no way they wouldn’t keep you. 

They’re typically the type to follow you everywhere, make a sort of list of every place you went into. Especially they’ll write every name of people you talked to just in case they might have to make them … disappear. 

I’m pretty sure they’re like Sangwoo from Killing stalking, they got a basement where they could put you in, in case you weren’t behave properly or if they want to experiment something about you. 

But what kind of Yandere are they ? 

PSYCOPATH : Since you became their obsession, they became complete crazy. They couldn’t stop thinking about, they needed everything that could reminds them of you. So yeah at first, they stole couple of your things : like dirty cloth, underwear, tooth brush, hair brush anything you might touch or were in contact with your body. Everything is put on an altar, you’re like a piece of heaven about them. During a long time, they were fine collecting few things but then it became not enough they needed more, they craved for your attention. They tried to talk to you to get your love but it wasn’t quick enough, so they didn’t think twice before kidnapping you. You were meant to be together but that doesn’t Hang would wait forever.  

POSSESSIVE : as soon as you were at home, you became their. You were their everything, and Hange could barely handle the sight of you talking with anyone who weren’t them. They’re quite clingy around you, it’s their signal : if you’re not letting them go, Hange would have to take manners on their own hands. And we all know what would happen if we make Hange angry, they’re pretty scary on their own way. If you really pissed them off by talking too long with someone, Hange would have not choice but to mark your body with branding iron, so everyone could know by the mark on your body (probably your chest or your hand) that you belong to Hange. And if even like that someone try to take you away from them (how dare they ? Your body is literally labeled Hange’s property) well, they would kill them. 

WORSHIP/ PASSIONATE : not a surprise here. They were always passionate about titans and know that you were on their life, they were obsessed with you. They collected things about you, and even now sometimes they took some sample of your body like your hair, skin or even your drool. But it’s really during sex or experiment that you realized how obsessed they were about you : always complimenting, always getting flustered just by the sight of your body, your skin darkened by their touch, your lips plump because of the kiss you shared. The sight of you bare chest naked is enough to drive Hange crazy. 

SADISTIC : Not in a mean way. They never enjoyed hurting someone, but they enjoyed making expriment on your body especially when it make you all tears because you couldn’t take it anymore. If you’re not crying when Hange is down with you then they didn’t do a good job. Of course, if you’re acting like a brat of if Hange thought you were enjoying yourself too much with someone else, they would have to punish you : during time like this they couldn’t care less about your safety as long as you know who you belonged to. 

« Come on Y/N I know you can take more than that » 

« Please… I … I can’t no more »

« Now don’t « please » me you’re not even crying that mean I can push you a little bit sweetheart » 

Closing your eyes, you knew at this moment that you couldn’t stop them. When Hange had something on their mind nothing could stop them especially when it was related to their beloved : you. Today Hange woke up wondering how many time you could cum without them touching you. This question literally obsessed them during the whole day until enough was enough. Once Hange felt like they needed to have an answer, they didn’t think twice before taking you into « your » basement. 

And here you were, laying on their table your leg widely spread while your hands was linked above your head. You couldn’t even remember how many you already cum, but what you were sure was that Hange had just started. All you could feel was the coldness of the table since your senses was deprived : you didn’t what Hange gave you but your body felt numb you couldn’t feel anything but at the same time you felt everything. The pleasure was especially deepen. 

« So Y/N ? How do you feel ? Good right ! At first I wanted to try how many climax your body could handle but it wouldn’t be efficient since your Body has is own limit. So I tried differently. You didn’t notice the new flavor of your juice right ? I did a good job right ? Right ? »  

All you could hear was Hange chuckling, of course they had to drug you otherwise you would completely break down from being too sensitive. Before you could even answer back you saw them rather felt them coming closer to your very intimate part. Your breath started to speed up while your whole body was slightly shaking from excitement you couldn’t help but pine for Hange’s ministration. 

« Woaa look at that I didn’t even touch but your body is clenching around nothing ! Guess I did good job them right Y/N ? Let’s see how far we go now shall we ? »

You nodded slightly knowing it was pointless since they would keep going no matter if you wanted it or not 

[luckyrave]

Attack on Titan No Requiem Livestream Discussion

After completing my breakdown/analysis of Aot No Requiem Part 2   I realized that there was a lot I didn't really get a chance to dive into, and interact as I do in my other streams.   So this stream is more so just gonna be a more general talks about this project thus far,  the interview that team behind Aot No Requiem had with saintitchief, etc.

[potato-an0n]

Hi, so I came across Escapism from Steven Universe and this question came up "what if this was what Hange was thinking throughout s4 as commander that lead to her fate in ch 132?" (or at least, that's what she convinces herself to think). Especially when Hange would say "I'm tired."

AO3 link here

I guess I have to face

That in this awful place

I shouldn't show a trace

Of doubt

"I'm saying the next commander of the Survey Corps, will be you, Hange Zoe," Erwin announces.

Hange looked at him shocked and a bit unsure.

"Eh? Me? But I don't understand.....do I even have the qualifications to even lead a whole military branch? Is there anyone else you could've picked? Like Armin!" Hange says, feeling unsure if he made the right choice choosing her for this role.

Erwin shook his head and gave her a serious look.

"Hange, you are more than capable of taking on this role. You have a brilliant mind, the experience of leadership, you're calm under pressure, you trained with the Scouts the longest therefore our soldiers know and respect you. I have great faith and confidence you'll lead humanity to victory."

"Oi, Hange."

Hange snaps out of her thoughts and looks around her office to see Levi standing at the doorway, making his way towards her desk.

"Oh Levi hi. Sorry, I've been caught up with all this paperwork. It's a lot more work than being a mad titan scientist researcher," Hange says letting out an exhausted chuckle. Levi knows that look all too well, so he lets out sigh, went in front of where she was sitting and leaned back against her desk.

"When was the last time you slept? Or bathed? You smell like shit, not like that's new," Levi commented. Hange chuckled a bit at his usual sarcasm. "Good to know you're still your usual grumpy, clean freak self," she says as she lets out a sad smile but then returned to a frown when she felt the stress get to her.

"Hey Levi, do you think....maybe Erwin made a mistake? That maybe-"

Hange felt him grab onto her shoulders and looked into his eyes in shock.

"Listen here four eyes and listen well, if anyone can take Erwin's place it's you. I don't know who told you or if someone said anything, but the Scouts need you! Paradis needs you! We need you...." As Levi finished his little speech, he felt Hange face planting into his chest. He sighs and rub his hand over her greasy head.

A few minutes has passed and Hange wasn't saying anything. Levi was starting to get concerned.

"Oi, you better not be asleep!"

Hange grumbled a bit," but I feel so comfortable right now, just a few more minutes please."

Levi pushed Hange's shoulders back away from his chest, "tch, not with your hair all gross and filthy, go take a shower."

"But the paperwork-"

"Will still be there when you're done, plus you need a break."

Hange pouts but gives in, "fine." However, an idea sparked in her head as she got up, so she gave Levi a mischievous grin and he knew exactly what that meant.

Before she could say anything, Levi found a towel and threw at her.

"Don't even think about it!"

Hange bursted out laughing as she took the towel off her head and left. She didn't notice Levi softly smiling to himself when he heard her genuinely laugh for the first time in a while.

--

But pulled against the grain

I feel a little pain

With Eren grabbing her by the collar screaming if she has a plan, the whole island doubting her leadership, trying to figure out Eren and Zeke's true plan, Levi being away technically babysitting Zeke, and the sudden rise of the Yeagarists, it was all too much for her handle, not to mention, she’s still grieving over the loss of Moblie and Erwin, but here she is, locked up in a jail cell with the remaining 104th squad, Niccolo and Onyonkapon.

After hearing more about the Yeagar brothers' plan to enable the rumbling, she was furious! 'Are you fucking kidding me?! Mass genocide?!!!’

After all the sacrifices, all the countless lives risked just to keep him safe, it all leads up to this. She needs to get out of here and come up with a plan to stop this.

Luckily, she and everyone else were able to get out of jail, only for her to stumble upon a lying body in the grass, who happens to be Levi.

Panicked, she ran straight to him and felt his pulse, praying to God she’ll feel a pulse, but she did and allowed herself to relax a bit.

“I have no idea what happened, but we’re lucky, our number one threat here is all bloodied up,” Hange heard Floch said.

“Lets shoot him in the head!” a Yeagarist exclaimed.

“He’s dead,” Hange announces after hearing the Yeagarists wanting to kill Levi. ‘Like hell they’ll lay one finger on him.’

“He got caught in the explosion of a thunder-spear point blank range. I’ve seen similar accidents during training, but beyond external wounds. Internal organs would be ripped into shreds and death would be instant,” Hange tries her best to convince Floch, but he doesn’t buy it.

“I can also take his pulse. Let me check,” he says eyeing her suspiciously.

Hange looked at him in panic and had to think quick. She spotted the river next to her and quickly dove in.

That I would rather do without

She emerges from the water with Levi in her arms. She laid him down and began the CPR procedures.

“Come on Levi! Don’t die on me please!” She screams as she continues giving him CPR. Tears were falling down her face and when she felt hopeless, Levi started coughing up water and Hange flipped him to his side as he catches his breath.

When he was able to breathe a little bit easier, Hange wraps her arms around his neck and starts bawling her eyes out. “Thank god you’re alive!”

Levi turned to look at her, caressing her hair as he laid back on the ground to allow his body to relax a bit, despite the pain he feels on his face and hands. As he feels Hange’s sobs die down, he felt her head get heavier on his chest. He smiles and quietly whispers to her “thank you” as they both slip into unconsciousness.

I’d rather be free

“I’d rather the two of us just live here, right Levi?”

Free

“If we keep running and hiding.....where will that get us?”

“Oh, so you heard me talking to myself?”

Free

“I know you four eyes. You won’t be able to stay out of the action.”

‘Fuck, he’s right. Looks like that dream has to wait I guess’

“You’re right.....I can’t.”

Hange’s voice cracked a bit as a tear slides down her cheek.

I’d rather be free

There’s no way the plane will take off in time, and the colossal titans are close!

"The plane! It won't take off!" Onyonkapon exclaims.

"We don't have much time left! The rumbling is getting closer! We need to hurry!" Hange hears someone yell.

"I'm doing the best I can!"

More panicking ensues as Hange is thinking of a plan.

"Your death is the only way the Alliance will survive and save the world."

'My death?'

"You've been suffering for so long Hange. The sudden responsibilities of being commander, while on top of that, grieving the loss of Moblit and Erwin. Don't you want that all to disappear?"

"Wouldn't you rather be free?"

'I can't....'

"It's either you die or everyone else dies."

"What will it be Hange? You have until then to decide."

Hange gripped her hair and gritted her teeth, frustrated with the stressful situation situation she's placed in. The voices in her head, everyone panicking outside, and the sound of the rumbling, it's driving her crazy, she feels her head is about to explode.

'Wouldn't you rather be free?'

'Sacrifice.....myself.....'

Hange takes a look at the colossal titans coming closer, and the plane is still struggling to take off. 'This is the only way huh?'

She thinks about whether she should go through this or not, knowing she'll be leaving the Alliance behind, leaving Levi behind.

They only had each other left. She wanted them to live together when this was all over, but looks like that won't be happening, after all, he did say they couldn't.

"What's the point if we just run and hide?"

"I know you, you won't be able to stay out of the action."

'You're right, Levi. I can't.......we can't....I'll do it.'

After Hange formed her suicide plan, she went to the deck to find the Alliance. She appoints Armin as the 15th commander of the Scouts and headed towards the colossal titans, until she heard footsteps following after. She didn't need to turn around to know it was Levi.

“You understand. It’s finally here, you know? I want to look as cool as possible right now, so please, just let me go will you?”

'I'm sorry Levi."

She waited for his response, scared of what he might say. She saw Levi coming close to her, eyes loosing his color. They look so cold and dead. He raised his right fist and bumped it onto her chest, where her heart is.

“Devote....your heart.”

Hange felt herself about to cry with the way her lips are quivering. Before she could think about changing her mind, she took off, but not without saying one last thing to him.

"Wow, I never heard you say something like that before!" she says as she tries to maintain her positive aura, but who was she kidding?

She ran towards the colossal titans, and flew up in the air with her ODM gear.

She looked below her, feeling their heat.

‘Is this what you wanted right?’

She took a deep breath and smile sadly.

“Titans.....are truly wonderful.”

'I hope you'll forgive me.'

Free

All the emotions she was feeling right now, all that anger, pain, sadness and despair, she let all out as she knocks down every colossal titan one by one.

"What are you really doing this for? To save the alliance or yourself?"

Hange paused for a minute to look at the plane that looks like it's about to take off.

'Am I?'

"Are you?"

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt her cape catch on fire and spreading throughout her body. 'Fuck....well, there's no stopping now.'

With what little strength she had left, she kept fighting, screaming out her emotions with angry yet sad tears spilling out of her eyes as she slices as many colossal titans as she could until she couldn't anymore, falling to her death.

Free

She wakes up to a plane noise, and sees it flying in the sky.

“The plane!” she exclaims to herself.

“It took off,” a deep voice said.

Hange turned around and saw Erwin, Moblit, Mike, Nanaba, the rest of the veterans, and even Marco and Sasha was there to greet her.

“You did your duty well,” Erwin says with a proud smile.

Hange was still in shock to see everyone again, but lets out a soft smile as Erwin helped her up.

‘But, I just got crushed by-‘ she pauses herself and decides to meet up with her comrades to tell them everything, only for the moment to pass by in a blink.

"There's so much to talk about...I don't know where to start..."

"We have all the time in the world," Erwin says as he reached out his hand and helped her off the ground.

From here

(If you want to stop here, you can, but I'm a sucker for happy endings and I also have my own speculations with how love is perceived in AOT that I want to write about or why Ymir chose Mikasa to be the one to decide the fate of the world pretty much, and i was think 'how about both eremika and levihan both be living proof that love isn't a like shackle or something to be a slave to?' and this whole thing I wrote is basically like a test for Hange, if she genuinely wanted to kill herself or actually did die not just for humanity, but for the Alliance to survive, also I kind of wanted Hange to have a bit of a conflict with what she really wants. Anyways, this got a lot complicated to write than I thought so hopefully, it's not too messy)

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“So this is it then. This is how the great 14th commander of the Survey Corps Hange Zoë dies.”

Hange opens her eyes and sat up, only to see nothing but darkness. She swore a moment ago she was telling her fallen comrades about what happened after the battle to take back Shiganshina.

She stands up and walks around trying to find anything that can help her figure out what’s happening, but it’s no use.

“What’s going on?! What’s happening?! Where am I?! What are you?!”

Suddenly, she’s no longer stuck in what looks to be a dark void. There’s somewhat of a galactic sky above her, sand beneath her feet and in a distance this light that’s in a form of a giant tree. 'Am I in paths?'

She turns around and sees a little girl with blonde hair, eyes closed and a frown staring at her.

"I assume you must be Ymir Fritz. The original founder of the titans."

“Indeed I am. And as I stated earlier, you're Hange Zoë, 14th commander of what's left of the Scouts and leader of the Alliance. Everyone views your death as a noble sacrifice for humanity, but is it really a sacrifice for humanity or was it something more personal? Perhaps, even a little selfish?”

Hange gritted her teeth and clenched her fist. She did not want to deal with this right now, but deep down, what she's implying might be true.

"What are you trying to say? I had no other choice. They all would've been dead! This was the only way!"

"Even if it meant leaving that Ackerman behind? You did say you wanted to live with him when all of this was over. I envied what the both of you had for each other. You both could've been something more if you stayed. You say you sacrificed yourself for humanity's sake, but I sense there's a more selfish intent. I could tell in the look of your eyes you didn't truly want to die, perhaps because you had strong feelings for that Ackerman. But he wasn't enough....wasn't he? Your desire to free yourself from your responsibilities as commander and grief were much stronger."

Hange felt anger surge into her veins, so she grabbed Ymir by the collar and looked her in her closed eyes as she gritted her teeth in anger. However, in the back of her mind, Hange knew Ymir was kind of right about her. She did had a selfish reason, she was tired, and frustrated. She couldn't handle the responsibilities that just kept on coming, along with learning the politics and general information of every new country discovered and having to rely information from the Marlayans that showed up, along with the books Grisha left in the basement.

The more paperwork and planning she had to do, the more she started loosing herself. Everyone saw it but didn't say anything, that included Levi, but she couldn't blame him, she was too far gone. There were so many times she wanted to die, but stopped herself every time.

'Not the right time. They still need me,' she would tell herself. It wasn't until Eren started getting rebellious and the rise of the Yeagarists that really pushed her on edge. She felt so hopeless, and was lost. When Eren started provoking her in the cell, it was a sign to her that she wasn't meant for this position. She lost control of the situation and felt it was her fault. Hange felt that she wasn't useful anymore, even if they've managed to save the world and prevent Marlay from attacking Paradis.

However, without her sacrifice, the Alliance would have died with her. She didn't want to drag them down with her when they had a chance of saving humanity and living a peaceful life after the war. Even if it meant abandoning her dream of living a peaceful life with Levi.

She calms herself down and lets go of Ymir.

"You're right about one thing, I did have a selfish motive. I wanted to be free from the responsibilities and the grief I've been feeling while I was still alive. I know I'm a coward for wanting to die, but that's not the sole reason why I sacrificed myself. Not only me, but the Alliance and the rest of humanity would've been killed because of the rumbling the Yeagar brothers started! As much as I wanted to stay for Levi, I wanted him to experience a life of peace, same with the Alliance. And even if that means sacrificing myself, and giving up my future with him just so he and everyone else can live a better life after this war, then so be it." As Hange finishes her long speech, she started feeling tears streaming down her eyes.

Ymir just stood there, looking at Hange with her eyes still closed. It was silent for a bit, and then Ymir spoke up, "Very well then."

In a blink of an eye, the two appeared on what happens to be the top of Eren's spine in his founder titan form.

Hange looked below them to see the Alliance fighting past titan shifters and more titans forming. She already picked up that it was probably Ymir's doing. 'Looks like my sacrfice was worth something.'

"Why are you showing me this?" Hange asks suspiciously.

"Your friends succeeded into coming here to stop Eren from flatting the Earth with the rumbling. Everything is all going according to Eren's plan," Ymir explained.

"Why are you willing to help Eren? What is his plan really? And why is he doing this in the first place?" Hange asks, super confused on what's going on.

"You'll see if he succeeds or not. It's all up to what Mikasa decides."

"What does Mikasa have to do with any of this?"

Ymir doesn't respond and turned into some sort of a pig creature. Hange looked at her shocked and is really confused of what's happening. 'What the hell?!'

The pig creature took off and went to search for Armin. Hange sighs, knowing she can't do anything, but watch it all unfold.

'What's your true motive, Eren? And how does this connect to Mikasa?'

She winced a bit when the Alliance were struggling to keep up with the fight, and was itching to go in there and help, until, she saw something fly by. ‘What is that?’

Her eyes widened with joy when she saw Falco’s titan.

"Oh my god! HE HAS WINGS?!!! HE CAN FLY!!!! OH MY GOD THAT'S SO COOL! I CAN'T TOO- oh right.....I'm dead....." Hange sighs and continues watching over the Alliance.

Eventually, the events played out as it should and as Mikasa took the final blow (cutting Eren's head off), suddenly Hange ends up in front of Levi who's slumped against a giant rock and behind are their fallen comrades. 'Where did they come from? Ymir has to stop doing this...'

She takes a good look at Levi and can't help but feel sorrow. She regrets not being mentally strong enough, and not being a part of the fight, even if she did her part, but she doesn't regret doing what she had to do in order for everyone to survive.

It still hurt her that she couldn't be there for him physically, and experience what life would be like at the end of the war. She wasn't ready to move on, but she had no choice, this is the last time she'll see him again. She put on a sad smile, and saluted him as she and their comrades slowly faded away.

--

It was dark again and Hange couldn't see a thing. 'Not again.'

"Hello?!" she calls out to into the void. No response.

"Anyone here?!" she calls out again. Still no response.

'Am I in hell?'

"You should know by now this is not hell," a familiar voice says in a distance.

'That voice.....it sounds....familiar.....'

"Hange, it's me, Eren."

Hange's eyes widened in shock. "Eren?! What the hell is this? What's going on? Why are you doing this?!" Hange responds in anger.

The dark void suddenly transformed into some sort of starry night, galactic scenery. She's back in paths except, Eren is standing in front of her.

"I know you're upset. You remember our conversation back in the forest right? Where you and Levi settled for the time being."

Suddenly, the conversation started playing like a film in her head and she shouldn't have listened to him.

"In order for the Alliance to succeed in stopping me, you must sacrifice yourself by fighting the colossal titans."

"You've been suffering for so long Hange. The sudden responsibilities of being commander, while on top of that, grieving the loss of Moblit and Erwin. Don't you want that all to disappear?"

Hange grits her teeth as anger flows through her veins and punched Eren in the face.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! This was your plan all along?! All of these deaths I've experienced throughout my years in the Scouts.... my death......it was your doing all along?! OUR COMRADES EREN! AND 80% OF HUMANITY!!! I hope you're fucking happy because your plan fucking worked!"

"I know, I don't expect you to understand, but I brought you to apologize for the things I've said to you when you locked me up in the cell and in paths while you were in the forest was uncalled for, so I'm sorry about that and I haven't really given you a proper thank you either. For teaching me how to use my titan powers, and being like our second parent...same with the captain."

"Thank you? Seriously? What the fuck Eren?! You just destroyed 80% of humanity and committed mass genocide! This will take more than a mere 'thank you' and sweet talk to make up for all the cruel things you've done!" Hange says with anger in her tone.

"I understand you're angry, but I did this in order to free the world from titans. For the Marlayans to stop seeing us as 'devils' rather, I set them up to be heroes. Actually, it was more thanks to Mikasa's decision to kill me that convinced Ymir to left the curse of the titans."

Hange calmed a bit, but is still fuming with anger, 'what the fuck is wrong with this guy?!' However, she is curious about something, "I have a question though. What does Mikasa have to do with this? Why her?"

"That's something I'm not so sure either. The only person who knows is Ymir Fritz herself, however I do have a theory." Before Eren can continue, he walked towards the tree and motioned Hange to follow.

She hesitantly followed him into the tree only to end up in what looks to be a snowy mountain with these greenish blue light waves in the sky.

"The Northern Lights," Hange whispers in awe. She's read about them before, but seeing it in person was an experience, but she's starting to get distracted. "What's this theory of yours?" Hange asks getting straight to the point.

"I assume you know the true story of Ymir right?" Eren asks.

"Yes, you told me in paths back when Levi and I were camping out in the forest. Ymir was not actually the goddess cults worshipped her to be, she was a slave to the Eldian king. 2000 years ago, Ymir Fritz set a pig free and was caught. As punishment, the king set her free, but was hunted by his soldiers. One day, she stumbled upon this tree for shelter, but fell and gained the powers of the titans, thus she becomes the founding titan. She then went running back to the king despite him doing the cruelest things to her, and bore his daughters, Maria, Rose and Sina. She then sacrificed herself for him when a surviving Marlayan soldier threw a spear at him, and the king forced his daughters to eat Ymir in order to gain her powers and here we are now. Am I missing something?" Hange sarcastically asks.

"No, and good to know you remembered. I encountered this in paths when I met her, that her submission to the king, must be because she was in love with him, as hard as it is to believe in, but that's the true reason why after all this time, she continues to submit to him. For 2000 years, she's been in pain, a slave to love wishing for someone to set her free from it. She kept waiting, and waiting until finally the person arrived. And that person, was Mikasa." Eren finished explaining, but Hange was still confused.

"Hold on, so you're telling me it was all because Ymir was in love with her abuser? You've got to be kidding me....but after listening to that, I'm guessing that Mikasa killing you, despite having feelings for you is the result needed in order for Ymir to lift the curse am I right? Ymir needed to see proof that you just because you love someone doesn't mean you're a slave to them, and Mikasa killing you but still loving you was proof of that," Hange said and paused for a moment before asking a question that's been on her mind for a bit, "just wondering, did you love her too?"

"I still do. As much as I want her to be happy and be happy with someone who truly deserves her, I don't want her to move on from me," Eren says as he's tearing up. "I didn't mean anything I said to her, nor Armin. I told Mikasa that I've always hated her when that was the biggest lie I ever said in my life, but I needed her to hate me so she can kill me. I remember when you said you wanted to run away with Captain Levi and live together in the forest, I wanted to do that with Mikasa. I wanted to abandon everything and spend the remaining years I had left with her in the mountains."

"Well that makes two of us. Those Ackermans are strong aren't they? Then again, they don't call them humanity's strongest soldiers for nothing," Hange coldly chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, they really are," Eren agreed. "By the way, were you and the captain dating? What's your story with him?"

Hange sighs, she really doesn't want to talk about it, especially to Eren of all people at the moment, but since she's technically stuck in here, might as well entertain him.

"Our relationship is......complicated to say the least. We don't have a label, and we didn't need one. We knew we love and cared for each other, why do we need a label for it? At the end of the day, we're just Hange and Levi. However, I believed after that night in the forest together, I started thinking about our future. I thought to myself, 'what would life be like for me and Levi if we decided to settle down here?' I wondered if Levi ever felt the same way. Instead, he snapped me out of reality, reminding ourselves that we're soldiers first, and he was right." Hange paused a bit to wipe her tears only for Eren speak up.

"How did you first meet?' he asked.

Hange started reminiscing the moments and memories she had with Levi. She told Eren how Levi, Farlan and Isabel joined the scouts and how he almost stabbed her when she first approached him because he thought Hange about their plan to kill Erwin at the time. She went into some detail about how the deaths of Farlan and Isabel impacted him, how Hange handled it and how their relationship with one another grew. 'I miss him so much.'

"Do you still love him?" Eren asks.

"I never stopped loving him, even if it meant parting ways with him just to save humanity from the destruction you caused and also freeing myself from my personal baggage. It hurts that we can't be together, but I don't regret my decision. As long as he's alive and not alone, even if it meant I'm not there, then I fulfilled my duty. That's all I ever wanted, " Hange answers.

"I see. That's all we needed to hear."

"We?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, they were back in paths. Hange was now faced directly at the tree with Eren and Ymir standing on both sides of the tree.

"Mikasa isn't the only Ymir chose. It's obvious both you and Levi have something special that could blossom into something more, and you both could've ran away together, but you didn't, instead, you gave that up to ensure him and the Alliance would save humanity and finally live in peace, while Levi gave you up because he knew you wanted to be free, so he let you go. We can't bring back someone from the dead, but there is something I can do."

Suddenly, the light from the tree grew even brighter and before she could react, the light engulfed her body as she felt herself fading away from paths.

--

"Hange"

"Hange!"

"HANGE!"

Hange's eyes instantly opened as she woke up in a cold sweat and heavily panting. She looked around the room she ended up in and saw that she's in a bedroom.

"Oi, four eyes, how long will you be staring at the wall for?" a familiar grumpy voice asks.

Hange turned to her left and saw it was Levi sitting next to her. The right side of his face was scarred and his right eye turned white. She looked down at his hand to see it was holding hers and his two fingers were still missing. Suddenly she felt tears coming down her right eye, leaving Levi confused and worried.

"Hange? What's going on-"

Before Levi could finish his question, Hange instantly wrapped her arms around him and buried her head onto his shoulders, sobbing her heart out. Levi, despite being confused, stayed silent and held her close, comforting her as she cries.

A few minutes passed and he felt Hange's cries die down to sniffles.

"So, you want to tell me what was that all about?" Levi says.

Hange pushed herself back up to wipe the tears from her face.

"I missed you so much Levi! I'm so sorry I left you behind. The truth is, I did want to kill myself back there, at least, that's what I thought I wanted. I guess what I really wanted was for you and the Alliance to survive and live in peace once the war was finally over, but when I saw you against the rock, I couldn't help but feel sad. I wanted to be with you and we were so close, only for me to die at the last second. But where am I? What is this? I thought I died, did I die? Are you dead as well? I swear to god please tell we're-"

"Ok, one thing at a time four eyes. First off what do you mean died?" Levi asks. Hange was genuinely confused, "Didn't you see me die when I was fighting off the colossal titans? There was no way I was going to make it."

"Hange, did you hit your head or something? Or just somehow forgot 3 years worth of memories?"

"THREE YEARS?!!" Hange exclaims. 'Have I been asleep for three years?'

"Hange what has gotten into you? Was your nightmare that bad?"

Hange was so confused at what's happening, was she dreaming this whole time? Or sent to another universe of some sort- wait a minute.

"Hey Levi, where are we?" Hange asks attempting to stay calm.

Levi looked at her concerned and a bit nervous that she might be going crazy.

"Our bedroom? In the house we've living in ever since the war ended. We found an unused cabin near Odiha. Hange, are you sure you didn't hit your head last night?" Levi nervously asks as he grabs her head to examine it, seeing if there's any bruises.

"No I didn't! It's just that, one moment I was watching you guys fighting titans on top of Eren's spine, and then I was with our comrades seeing you for one final time, only to end up in paths with Eren and Ymir standing next to a tree and then suddenly, a bright light appeared....wait a minute," Hange mumbled to herself.

"We can't bring back someone from the dead, but there is something I can do."

'Is this some sort of dream or am I actually in an alternate universe... wait, did they send me into an alternate universe where I didn't die?'

"Oi, four eyes!"

Hange snapped out of her thoughts, theories still developing in her mind.

"Levi, what happened back when the plane couldn't take off in Odiha 3 years ago?"

Levi gave her a really confused look, but answered anyways.

"I saw you running out of the deck and overheard you appointing Armin to be the 15th commander of the Scouts. Those brats knew about your suicide plan so they convinced you into letting them help you take down as many colossal titans as they can to buy time, and you caved in. Luckily the plane took off in time before you and those brats started getting exhausted. I assume you know the rest."

'So, they did send me to an alternate universe. The one where I didn't die....'

"Sorry Levi, it's just that, in my 'nightmare' I fought those colossal titans alone. I burned to death and got trampled on. To be honest, back then, I did want to die. I thought being free from my responsibilities as commander was what I really wanted, that death would set me free, but it didn't. Instead, I started feeling more regret that I left everyone I care about behind, that includes you Levi, but even if I realize that now, my death was inevitable. Either I go, or you guys die with me, and if my sacrifice was the price, then so be it."

Hange felt Levi pull her close and felt his hand caress her hair.

"We're here now Hange. It's all over, we can finally rest and live the life we've always dreamed of. And for the record, you were a great commander, without you, the world would've been flattened."

Hange eyes glistened with tears when heard that. She leaned in closer to Levi's embrace, taking it all in.

They stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes until they heard knocking on the door.

"Must be Gabi, Falco and Onyonkapon, maybe you can explain to them your dream. Can you get my wheelchair?" Levi asks as looks for his shirt and pants on the ground.

"You're in a wheelchair now? Awee Levi, is age catching up to you?" Hange asks teasingly.

"Just get the goddamn wheelchair Hange! And for the record, I permanently broke my left leg saving your guys' ass three years ago," Levi grunted.

Hange went to get his wheelchair that was lying against the wall in front of their bed, and helps him sit.

"You should change or at least fix your hair," Levi suggests.

"Do I have to?" Hange whines.

Levi glares at her and Hange rolls her eyes and pouted.

"Ugh, fine," Hange grunted.

As she made her to way the bathroom to get dressed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she felt genuinely happy to see her reflection. A reminder that she's alive, and she can finally experience a peaceful life with Levi and the Alliance, not to mention, traveling around the world.

"Hey Levi!" Hange calls out.

Levi was about to wheel his way out of the bedroom to answer the front door, but paused when he heard Hange calling him.

"What?"

"I'm so glad to be alive."

Levi was kind of stunned with the sudden out burst, but he found it endearing and didn't care, as long as she's happy.

"Me too, four eyes."

[mazuwii]

Summary: You say “I love you” out of nowhere

Wattpad requested imagine

Characters: Levi, Eren, Bert, Reiner, Jean, Armin, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Hange, Pieck, Mikasa, Miche

Before you read!!! Guys I am on hiatus but I am writing your requests out the fastest I can. If you wanted to ask something/for a chapter then do leave it in the inbox, I’ll write it some time around this month

Your reading pace slowed down as you felt Levi go limp in your arms. He had asked you to read to him an hour prior and laid against your chest as you recited his favourite story. Finally. A moment where he could relax.

The remainder of the book didn't seem to matter as you processed the warmth he provided you even by staying silent, happiness was always guaranteed around him, he was your grumpy bookworm cat.

"Ay brat." He stirred awake. "Why'd you stop?" Seemingly, he went quiet again, meaning he may have drifted back to sleep.

You softly chuckled at him. Your response being a small kiss on the crown of his raven soft hair and a mumbled declaration, "I love you- oh..." the weight of your husband twisted above your body, propped up on two elbows.

His eyes were tired and droopy. He looked as if he couldn't be asked to deal with your nonsense, like he was going to say, 'What the hell?'

To your surprise, he dropped his head between your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. You laughed a little when you could sense him fidget and shift on top of you to find a comfortable position.

He might as well be kneading you.

"You too." He muttered before sleeping again.

Eren:

You two had been doing separate things for the majority of the day. As you were finishing up on some stitching, Eren was playing video games. Alone, not even on a call with his friends.

Originally, you went downstairs for a cup of water but once you freed your legs from your sat down position, you realised maybe you deserved a break. After you drunk your cup of desired water, you went back to the living room and watched Eren from afar.

His hair fell against his back as he played. He was long overdue for a haircut but he pulled off the style very well. Better than most women if you dared to say.

"Damn it." He hissed at the game and set the controller down with what seemed like caution.

"Hey, Eren." You called, grinning.

"Hey." He waved from over the couch, then went back to the game, switching the TV off with the remote and whatnot. You watched with a smile.

"I love you."

"Shut up, that's gay." He jokingly grunted, turning to you with a grin proving prediction of what your next move would be. He mentally patted himself on the back as you pounced on top of him, wrestling him into submission.

"I'm a woman you dickhead!" You jokingly strangled him, only applying gentle pressure against his throat.

"So what?!" He said in between hysteric laughs. His face was radiating into a bright red. "Say it back bitch!" You aggressively tickled him.

"I- fucking hell!" He wheezed, finding the situation so funny that all he could do was giggle. His strength and intention to fight back disappeared as his eyes did, shutting tightly as tears of joy slipped out of them.

"Love you too- jus' s-stop it!"

Bertholdt:

Studying for a month straight, he'd been prepared for an upcoming test. The amount of time he'd spend with you was limited but never too little. These moments consisted of him making small talk with you against the pillow before bed, giving you a five-second hug after drinking a mug of coffee in the kitchen, etc.

Sure it may be rushed but it was still something.

Not to mention the times when you'd sit in his study room, watching him as he carefully scribbled down each word and equation. His reading glasses gave you a glimpse of what he'd look like in the future. He didn't mind your silent company, in fact, he even got a spare chair in the room for you to sit in.

During this moment, you hugged your legs to your chest and observed him. Usually, you don't speak while he's working, but you couldn't help but let it slip out in a mumble you didn't expect him to hear.

"I love you."

His foggy eyes cleared after being distracted out of his work. He turned to you, giving you a handsome view of his reading glasses hanging low on his nose, his eyes soft as he stared at you with fondness. "I love you more."

The focus in his stare caught you by surprise, soon making you flustered. You giggled in response. "Sorry if I disturbed you.”

"Not at all." That was all he said before he began packing up his books, shutting his laptop with little strength. You could only wonder if you had caused him to lose focus, and that now he isn't able to continue studying anymore-?

"Hey... what are you doing?" You stuttered as he stood up from his seat. "Want to go do something? I've done enough studying for the day." He held his hand out for you to take. The smile in his eyes reminds you of his patience.

"Yeah? Really?"

"Sure. We could go grab a cinema ticket last minute, I heard there's a new film about your favourite hero." He rambled on while he led you out of the dark study room and into yours, even asking your opinion on different outfits that he could wear today.

Before he could go into the bathroom to change, you caught his waist and enveloped him tightly to your body. "I really love you."

"Me too." He softly pinched your cheek, "but we need to get the tickets fast before the screening happens." You obliged and let him go, taking your outfit and going into another room to change as well.

Reiner

The house was finally silent, leaving only the distant ambience of cars travelling by at night. Your baby stopped crying after Reiner left to go console him an hour ago.

While you may be enjoying your sleep, you got curious as to what was taking him so long so you left the bed and headed towards the nursery room where no single sound emitted.

Once you opened the door, you realised the reason for the peace. Your baby boy was cuddling Reiners hand while the blonde man was crouching by the bed in an uncomfortable position. His back will hurt like that.

You slithered your hand on his shoulder. He turned slowly to face you without moving from his position. He smiled warmly, craning his neck to kiss the hand holding his shoulder.

"You still up, angel?" He whispered.

"I was wondering where you went..." you let out a breathy chuckle, "I didn't know this was what you were doing."

"He's adorable." He said, stealing another glimpse of his baby boy. His lips puckered open like flower petals, "He looks like you." You responded and gave his shoulder another soft clench. "Mm... but his eyes and nose, and the way he drools, that's all you."

"Oh hush." You gently scoffed. His entire body, the way his posture was never threatening- every single feature about him was inviting. You listened to your thoughts and kissed the crown of his head. "I love you."

"I love you too. You and our little drooler." He grinned as the wet saliva of the child began to trickle down his fingers.

Jean

(Listen I'm so sorry to my Jean stans I just have to make his imagines funny to me)

"Fuck that's cold." He whined into the pillow. You sat on his thighs as he lay on his stomach. Jean had been diagnosed with a small issue in his butt and was prescribed some cream for it. You were the one helping him apply it, and by that I mean you were applying it directly onto his butthole.

"Stop squirming." You said, on the verge of laughter. "It's not funny!" His cries were muffled into the pillow. "Babe relax it's normal. Kay?"

"No it isn't! I should be the one having a direct look at your butthole, not the opposite!"

You slapped his left cheek, causing him to squeak out a high pitched scream. You jokingly snapped at him above all the dramatic commotion he was creating. "I'm the one helping you and you repay me by insulting me"-

"Please just apply it so I can get over this! It's so patronising!"

Beginning to feel bad for him, you finished off the treatment and helped him put his clothes back on. When he was fully changed, he immediately huddled himself at the corner of the bed and faced away from you.

"Jean." You sighed, "come on, it's not that big a deal."

"Do you even like looking at my asshole?" He proposed with a few sad sniffles laced between his words.

"Oh shut up!" You rubbed his waist with your palms, slowly rocking his lazy frame. "I love every single part of you, even your handsome buttcheeks."

"Quit teasing me!"

"I'm not, Jeanboy, I love you."

He turned around. Still in his fetal position. "You mean it?" He asked with big sad eyes. "Fuck yeah I do!" You went to grab his face, only for him to hold your wrists away. "I love you too babe. But you should wash your hands."

"Why should I wash my hands when I've touched the blessed Jeanussy?" You teased, wriggling your fingers. His eyes widened as he realised you were trying to touch him with those stained hands of yours. He began squirming and begging, even though you both knew you'd never touch his face with unwashed fingers.

Armin:

"I'll catch you! I promise!" He swore. You hesitantly watched him from your window. It wasn't too far down but if you fell, you'd still face the consequences of at least one broken bone.

Your parents had forbidden you to go out, alas causing a distance between you and your friends- not forgetting your boyfriend, Armin. You, Eren, Mikasa and him had planned a trip to the funfair that came to town. But you couldn't go if your parents were locking your doors.

So you planned an escape route in which you'd climb down the window. Originally, you were going to clammer down the pipe lines and small window bumps. Yet here you are now, holding onto a pipe while staring at Armin holding his arms out as if he had any chance of catching you.

He's strong. But not that strong.

"Y/n, hurry up! Jean just texted us, apparently the lines are getting longer!!" You heard Eren scream from the corner. That dumbass! He's probably alerted your parents!

You could somehow sense that they heard, that they were scurrying off into your bedroom, desperately unlocking the door.

Instead of retreating, you threw yourself off the pipe, shrieking out a declaration of love for the panicking blonde below you. "I love you Armin!" Before you crashed.

It wasn't comfy, but it didn't hurt. However, it took you a few seconds to process that you hadn't fallen into his arms, instead you crushed him underneath you. Suddenly, it came to you that you were sat on his chest.

Although he showed clear expressions of pain. He grinned with watery eyes and stuck his thumb out. "Love you too." You wanted to help him, to dust the little cement rocks stuck to his back and hair, but Eren interrupted yet another sweet moment.

"L/n! Arlert! Save the soap opera and hurry. The. Fuck. Up." He made a face that mirrored the expression of someone who couldn't shit for the life of them.

"Fuck off, Jaegar." You gritted but got up anyway and helped Armin along the way.

Erwin:

At this point in time, all you could hear or focus on was the deep breathing of your husband as he lay limp on the bed. His arm spread out and his chest heaved with full breaths. This and the heavy rain tapping against your window was all you needed to feel at peace.

It had been one of those days where he had overworked himself to the point he almost fell from exhaustion. Though, talking about how robotic he could be, this only happens once a blue moon.

You helped him to his bed earlier and left to go tend to some work while he slept back the hours of sleep that could only repaid in death.

After a few hours you came back to find him on his back, his hands by his side as he snored through the thunder. Your eyes softened as you took him in. It's not so often that he gets to look so content, but when he does, his face mirrors that of a bunny.

The sheets rustled as your hand swooped to lace your fingers with his and fiddle with the jewellery embracing his ring finger.

You parted your lips to smile yet somehow accidentally let your thoughts slip out, "I love you."

His knuckles grew tighter as he delicately clenched your hand with his. He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering to reveal his watery blue eyes.

Your heart danced in your chest when a smile decorated his features the more he stared at you. "I love you." His voice was raspy and full of fatigue yet it still managed to heat your cheeks up.

Before it could turn into a cheesy staring competition, he invited you into the bed by lifting the duvet, not giving you a chance to say no as he patted the space next to him.

You gladly crawled into his arms and under his chin, tangling your legs with him.

The last thing you remember was a kiss to your head before his arms caged you into your position.

Zeke:

It was a long way till the top and you already had enough bad luck with walking on rocky roads. The competition you had with Porco, Reiner, Pieck and Gabi was unfair. Although you couldn't blame them, Zeke was the one who challenged them to reach the destination before anyone else.

Porco, although angry, had an advantage because he had taken a shit ton of energy drinks before, Pieck crawls so the two of them create a power duo. And Reiner was fairly athletic, with Gabi- well... Gabi. She's just a huge radiating ball of energy, of course they'd have no issues.

You and Zeke however, were not doing so great. You clung to his shoulders as he took step after step. Earlier on. You tripped out of pure exhaustion and badly scraped your knee. Though not such a violent injury, Zeke took it upon himself to get you on his back and make it up to the designation in that position.

Although he hadn't complained, you could only feel bad. The entire way he was breathlessly making jokes and starting bizarre conversations you'd usually enjoy if guilt didn't plague you. "Baby?" His laughter calmed down when he realised you weren't responding anymore.

"I love you." You kissed his head, "so much." And another.

"Where's all this coming from?" he chuckled and stopped in his steps. "I just really love you." You repeated. When you hugged him close you could smell his apple flavoured shampoo linger in his fluffy hair.

"And I love you too. Now..." he smirked. "Hold on tight, spider-monkey."

Rolling your eyes, you felt him get into a starting position, but you ignored it. "Oh come on Zeke, really? A twilight ref- AHHHH!"

Porco:

Not realising just how seriously he takes competitions, you proposed you both make a cake customised to one another, but without telling each other the designs or the way you'll make it.

Porco was on the opposite side of the kitchen while you were near the windows, doing your own thing. He was so focused, even if it was the simple decorations. Knowing him, he'll try to make it complicated just to rub his talent in your face.

Yet the more you stared the more cute he was to you. He was wearing a pink apron, a white shirt and some shorts that outlined his cute little butt, feminine as he cocked his hips to the side. You couldn't resist the urge and so you stalked up to his side and slithered your arms around his waist.

He on the other hand, assumed you were trying to steal a peak of his cake, so his instant reflex was to push your face away before you could see.

However, he hadn't realised his hands were smothered in the white cream and only noticed when your squishy cheek was covered in confection. You pouted at the sticky feeling and touched the mixture with your fingertips. "What was that for?"

"I'm so sorry babe, here, let me help you clean it off." He sheepishly led you to the table and began to gently wipe at the white that stuck to your face. "I just thought you were cheating so I wanted to quickly cover your-" he rambled on as he snatched another tissue.

Your softened eyes glued to him as he continued to apologise. He blushed the second you interrupted him with a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

He responded to your declaration by speechlessly gaping his mouth at you, trying to speak but only failing due to being so flustered. Meanwhile, you swiped the icing away from your cheek with a finger and tapped it on his nose, leaving him dumbfounded.

Hange:

In the dim table light, Hange rambled on about the equation you were studying with, her shoulders slightly encased you from behind as she spoke next to your ear. One hand on either side.

However as she began writing down an example, you could only smile. She's so smart and caring enough to leave her lab to help you out with something that's as simple as the multiplication table to her.

Your slightly swerved in your chair. She stopped talking and stared at you as if cluelessly waiting for you to say something. Instead, you puckered up and pecked her lips, leaving her confused.

"Love you Hans."

"Did you want to make out or do this equation?" She bluntly spoke. Technically speaking, you wouldn't mind either- but the work needed to be done. Still... even a few minutes wouldn't hurt.

"I don't mind doing either." You puckered out your lips and closed your eyes, waiting for her to take you. Instead, you got a disappointing poke to the lips, "Focus. You horny dingleberry."

Pieck:

"You know when Pinocchio says 'now my nose will grow' it creates a paradox." She explained as you continued your drive. Her voice was better than the radio or any songs, even if the things she spoke about were a tad bit weird.

"Will his nose grow because he lied? Or will his nose not grow because he technically was saying the truth?" She mimicked the illuminati meme song, her eyes wide in mock terror.

Before you knew it, Pieck took off to another conversation, this time somehow taking it further just by talking to herself. You only nodded and chuckled from time to time. She was always this bubbly during long rides. It's her cute way of getting cranky.

"I love you." You said when her rhetorical questions died down. "I love you too Y/n, I'd kiss you but you're driving on the highway." She smiled sweetly. "Speaking of highways, do you know what lead to"-

Mikasa:

You could never know how Mikasa manages to put up with your shit in a day to day basis. How she doesn't break down and punch you, to you, she's just an angel.

Although you loved her with everything you had, you tossed away from her as she continued to try and wake you up for the second time. At first, it was around eight in the morning- which was too early for a Saturday. The second, being now. You assumed it must be ten o clock now.

"Come on sweetie." She pleaded, "I made breakfast." Unconvinced. "... and the rabbits miss you." Still unconvinced. "You're favourite show is airing specifically at this time today..." Mm, still not getting out of bed. "And I'm lonely"-

You suddenly sprung up, "you're lonely?"

She nodded, smiling at your eagerness. "Then you just go wait downstairs, I'll get dressed properly for you." You declared and stumbled out of bed. She giggled at you and mumbled a few things you couldn't hear over your morning confusion.

You didn't make it far to the bedroom toilet before you forgot something. "I love you." You clumsily patted her hair. "I love you more." She gently laughed at your small aggressive ruffles before you went to go freshen up from your slumber.

Miche:

"Hey Miche!" You skipped into his training room, finding him by the boxing bag. He stared at it with bored eyes, though his gaze snapped away to meet yours.

He silently waved before taking his gloves off. You didn't care about how sweaty and worked up he seemed, you came here for one thing and that was to annoy him. Specifically by speechlessly asking for attention.

You cheerfully bounced in front of him and stared up at him with a mischievous grin. He cocked his head to side, as if asking you if you needed anything. You responded to this by taking his hot palm and bringing it up to your lips. He watched in amusement as you kissed it over and over again.

"I love you!"

The blonde giant blinked down at you. However a grin soon carved into his features as he leaned down to rub his nose against yours, his way of returning your affection soon transformed into him tackling you onto the floor, leading into playful wrestling.

[pleasured-ambrosia]

Request Information

Requests Status: Open

Rules

Requests are for drabbles (approximately 400 words or under) and headcanons. Some may become a full fic if I’m extra invested, but there’s no guarantee.

Requests can be SFW or NSFW.

Please start your request with whether or not you want a drabble or headcanons, and if you want a female-bodied or male-bodied reader for relevant requests.

Requests for headcanons of multiple characters at once is encouraged!

You can request characters that aren’t in my list of mains, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll know enough to write about them.

You can request AUs!

There’s not an official system for how I handle requests. I tend to do them when I’m in the mood for the kinks or characters mentioned.

I will not do requests of things I personally find uncomfortable.

Examples of my discomfort zones include but are not limited to: ddlg (daddy kink is fine, little space/things associated with it is not), watersports, lactation/breastfeeding, noncon, somnophilia, blood, knife-play, blood-related incest, underage characters, anything pertaining to torture.

Examples of kinks/scenarios I am most familiar with include but are not limited to: daddy kink, dilfs, bdsm, teacher-student (the student must be 18+), dubcon, public spaces, tentacles, using quirks in sex, pseudo-incest (step-sibling, step-parent, etc.), pegging, dumbification, breeding kink, size differences, yandere (so long as it doesn’t include anything from my discomfort zone).

Characters

These are the characters I’m most familiar with. I currently exclusively write for Attack on Titan and My Hero Academia. If you request a character not on this list, please only request ones that have been shown in the anime to prevent potential spoilers.

All mentioned characters must be 18+ for NSFW scenarios.

My Hero Academia

Boys:

Enji Todoroki // Endeavor

Touya Todoroki // Dabi

All For One

Toshinori Yagi // All Might

Shouta Aizawa // Eraserhead

Kai Chisaki // Overhaul

Izuku Midoriya // Deku

Katsuki Bakugo // Dynamight

Mirio Togata // Lemillion

Mirai Sasaki // Sir Nighteye

Tamaki Amajiki // Suneater

Girls:

Yu Takeyama // Mt. Lady

Himiko Toga

Nejire Hado // Nejire Chan

Momo Yaoyorozu // Creati

Camie Utsushimi // Maboromicamie

Attack on Titan

Boys:

Erwin Smith

Levi Ackerman

Zeke Yeager

Reiner Braun

Jean Kirstein

Girls:

Mikasa Ackerman

Pieck Finger

Carla Yeagar

Nonbinary:

Zoe Hange