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pickalilywrites · 4 months

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This idea just came to me. Levi whacks a monkey pinata with Zeke's picture taped on it. (This is all Hange's idea lol) Idk what for, but a work party I guess.

ty i hope it's fun to read ^^

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levi ackerman. hanji zoe. minor rivetra. the office au. 2289 words.

It’s not a holiday, but the office is in a festive mood. While the work day doesn’t end until 5 PM, hardly any work has been done since the party preparations began after lunch. Streamers hang from the ceilings amidst floating balloons, food has been placed in the conference room, and a large banner that says “Happy Birthday, Zeke!” has been plastered on the wall. Some generic pop music that’s trending on social media fills the air. A few coworkers don birthday hats, but most are just enjoying the party without any festive headgear.

“Happy birthday, Zeke!” Connie says again for the dozenth time, punctuating his well wishes with a toot from one of the noisemakers that had been passed out earlier. Beside him, Sasha blows her own noisemaker enthusiastically.

“Thank you, thank you, although you’ve been saying happy birthday to me all day,” Zeke laughs. He rubs underneath the string of his party hat and flashes a smile at everyone around him. “You guys sure know how to throw a party. Of course, I should probably thank one person in particular for organizing all of this.”

Zeke’s gaze is directed towards a ginger woman across the room, but she’s preoccupied with hanging a piñataat the moment. She doesn’t notice that she’s being discussed until Hanji leans over and tugs at the sleeve of her blouse.

“Petra, he’s talking to you,” Hanji tells her.

“Hm? Oh!” Petra hastily turns around and shoots Zeke a smile. Her head is tilted slightly in confusion. She's conflicted on whether she should ask him to repeat what he said or just smile politely. Instead of doing either, she gestures at the piñatathat she had just finished setting up. “Should we start this? I filled it with all of your favorite candies.”

“What a lucky man I am,” Zeke says with a charmed smile.

“Oh, it was nothing really. I just remembered from one of those forms we filled out during our teambuilding workshops,” Petra says obliviously, waving her hand. She points at Connie and Sasha playfully. “I remember your favorites too! Look forward to your birthdays!”

Connie and Sasha cheer, but Zeke looks slightly disgruntled at the revelation that he isn’t receiving preferential treatment.

Jean looks up from where he’s stooped behind Zeke’s desk. Unlike the rest of their coworkers, he and Eren have decided to take a step back from the birthday festivities to pull a prank on Eren’s older half-brother. It’s a rare display of teamwork from the two coworkers who are usually at odds and have a tendency to pull pranks on each other. For this particular prank, they’ve borrowed the office label maker and are meticulously labeling all of Zeke’s belongings.

“What’s up with your brother?” Jean asks. He’s paused his work for a moment, but Eren continues working and answers without looking up.

“How should I know? I’m just his brother. I can’t read his mind,” Eren scoffs as he sticks a label on his brother’s pencil that says “Zeke’s pencil.”

Everyone is cheering now, excited for the piñata. They’re all grown adults well within their twenties at the very least, but things like piñatas and birthday parties don’t have age limits.

Petra has the blindfold in her hands, but she hesitates on wrapping it around Zeke’s eyes. She looks around, scanning the people gathered in the office. “Shouldn’t we wait for Levi? He should take a break from work and join us for a little bit.”

“He’ll probably brush us off again,” Zeke says dismissively. He tugs at the blindfold in Petra’s hand. “Blindfold me. We should just get started.”

“Alright,” Petra says reluctantly.

Zeke bends down so that Petra can tie the blindfold around him more easily. The other office workers cheer excitedly as he takes the wooden bat brought to hit the piñata. Marcel is at the other end of the piñataholding it up and readying himself to pull it out reach from Zeke’s swings while his brother Porco guides Zeke towards the piñata, making sure that Zeke doesn’t accidentally whack anything that might break. Only Levi works alone in his office, removing himself from today’s celebrations, his eyes glued to his computer monitor because he’d rather be working than participating in the birthday festivities with everyone else.

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The camera has been filming the office manager for several minutes, but he hasn’t looked up once from his work. He ignores the camera completely, but he’s never been very keen on being recorded in the first place. Every once in a while Levi will glance up and let out a sigh through his nose when he sees the camera crew still haven’t left his office. Although Levi works in silence, the sound of the festivities outside can be heard clearly from his office and the celebration taking place can be seen easily through the glass walls.

After a while, Levi sits up and gives the camera a tired look. The camera does not shy away from his gaze.

“What do you want me to do? Get up and waste my time with the rest of them? I have work to do,” Levi huffs. “It’s alright for them to take a break. If they didn’t have these birthday and holiday parties every once in a while, they’d burn out. I don’t need to recharge constantly the way they do, so it’s a waste of time if I go and join them when I could be doing my work.”

The camera continues to focus on him as he returns to his work. Only the sound of Levi typing away at his computer can be heard over the muffled noise of the festivities in the office. When Levi sees that the camera crew still hasn’t left, he looks up and shoots the camera another glare.

“Is filming me really that interesting? I’m working the same as I usually do. It’s no different from any other day.”

The manager receives no response from the silent film crew. Another sigh escapes from Levi’s tired lips.

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Hanji escapes the birthday party to slip into Levi’s office. They have a bottle of vodka in their hand and a mischievous grin on their face. They take a seat in one of the chairs in front of Levi’s desk, setting the alcohol in front of Levi with a thunk. Levi doesn’t even look up.

“Come on, Levi. You should have a little fun with the rest of us,” Hanji says. They rock the bottle of vodka back and forth enticingly, but the alcohol doesn’t interest Levi in the least.

“If you’re here to bother me, leave. I’m working,” Levi tells Hanji. He still hasn’t looked up from his monitor.

“Come on. Petra was asking about you earlier,” Hanji says. They scoot up to the edge of the chair. They lean forward, their chin in their hand and their elbow propped up against the edge of Levi’s desk. “Can’t you take a break and talk to her? I’m sure she’d love it if you told her how much you appreciate how much time and care she took into organizing today’s event.”

“I always tell her each time she throws an event. I thanked her for planning Zeke’s party this morning before starting my day,” Levi says curtly. He pauses to look out the glass walls of his office and observes Zeke tying the blindfold around Petra’s eyes. His perpetual frown deepens, making his usual displeased expression turn even more severe. He notices the camera filming him and quickly returns his gaze back to his work. “I’m sure other people have also told her how appreciative they are of her work.”

Hanji looks from Levi to Petra then back to Levi. They let out an exaggerated sigh. It’s enough to distract Levi from his work and make him look at Hanji.

“Are you just going to sit there and make weird noises? Go back and have fun with everyone else so I can do my work in peace,” Levi tells them.

“Levi, you should just ask Petra out if it bothers you so much,” Hanji says.

Levi stops typing completely. “Ask her out? That’s incredibly unprofessional, Hanji. Not only do we work in the same office, but I’m her superior.”

Either Levi is oblivious to the number of office relationships taking place under his roof or he’s just holding himself to a higher standard than his employees. Personally, Hanji doesn’t see any issue with Levi pursuing a relationship with the cute HR department head. Sometimes it feels as if Levi is intentionally making it difficult for himself to find happiness.

“So what are you going to do? Just sulk in here for the rest of the day?” Hanji asks.

“I’m not sulking,” Levi snaps even though he clearly has been sulking for the entire day and will continue to do so until the work day ends and everyone has gone home.

“Right, well, don’t come crying to me when someone else asks her out because you’re too ‘professional’ to,” Hanji says before excusing themself and heading towards the door. They linger at the doorway and catch Levi watching as Zeke guides a laughing Petra towards the piñatathat’s just out of reach. The sight of the branch manager is so pitiful that Hanji can only sigh and shake their head before slipping out the door.

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When the festivities have died down and everyone has cleaned up, people begin to trickle out of the office one by one. Only Levi remains as he was before, his gaze still fixed on his monitor. He hardly looks up whenever people pass by his office door to give him a wave as they head out for the night. It’s only when Petra stops by, opening the door a crack and sticking her head in, that Levi pauses his work and looks up.

“Are you still working? You didn’t take a single break today. I’m impressed,” she tells Levi with a smile that’s almost a little wistful. “I wish you could have joined us if even only for a little bit.”

“Yes, well, it wouldn’t do for the entire office to stop working,” Levi says. He notices the guilt in Petra’s expression as her smile wavers and adds, “It’s great that you were able to arrange this birthday party, though. These types of events help boost morale and increases productivity for the rest of the office.”

The tension disappears from Petra’s smile. She opens her mouth and is about to ask him a question when someone places their hands on her shoulders. She turns around and is surprised when she sees Zeke.

“Wonderful job, Petra. You always do such wonderful work,” he tells her. He doesn’t even bother to greet Levi or notice the way the manager is watching him through narrowed eyes. Zeke continues almost obliviously. “How about we go for a drink? I just want to say thank you.”

“Ah, drinks?” Petra repeats. She looks uncertainly at Levi who has returned to his work again. She purses her lips and then asks, “Levi? Do you want to come? You didn’t get to celebrate at all.”

“You go on ahead,” Levi replies flatly even though he has no right to be jealous. “I still have work to do.”

“Alright then. Good night, Levi. Let’s go out another time,” Petra says, craning her neck as she bids him goodbye while Zeke is already escorting her towards the door.

When Levi hears the door shut after them, he rests his head in his hands and lets out a deep sigh. If he leaves now, he can change his mind and intrude rudely on what is meant to be an intimate conversation over drinks between Petra and Zeke. Still, something keeps Levi rooted to his seat. His own stubbornness, perhaps.

The door to his office opens once more and Levi lifts his head in surprise. He’s slightly disappointed to see that it’s just Hanji.

“Still here, I see,” Hanji says with a cluck of their tongue. They hide something in their coat. There’s an impish twinkle in their eyes, but Levi is too tired to put up with any antics they might have for him.

“I don’t have any patience left. Just leave for the night,” Levi warns them.

Hanji only laughs in response. “Come on, Levi. I’m here to cheer you up. You know what you need? You need a break. You’ve been working all day.”

“I don’t need a break,” Levi says with another sigh. He stands up, ready to escort Hanji out of his office himself, but then he sees the piñata that Hanji is pulling out of their coat. He frowns. “What is that?”

“A piñata! With a surprise,” Hanji says with a grin. They flip it around to reveal that Zeke’s face has been printed on the back. “I thought you could do with a little bit of stress relief. What do you say?”

Levi observes it for a while. “Get me the bat,” he finally says.

“Will do!” Hanji says and giddily runs out to the office to retrieve the requested bat.

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“I actually don’t hate Zeke,” Hanji tells the camera with a grin. They’re giving a talking head in the break room for the filming crew while Levi finishes destroying the piñata in his office. Several thwacks can be heard in the background as Hanji speaks. “We actually get along pretty well. I just think it’s hilarious how much he gets on Levi’s nerves.”

They look back at Levi beating the pulp out of the already destroyed piñata.

“Maybe I should take Levi to one of those axe throwing places,” they muse.

#the office au #levi ackerman #snk #hanji zoe #rivetra #petra ral #zeke jaeger #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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onwriting-hrarby · 2 years

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Don't Say Yes —wip wednesday

For this wip wednesday, I present to you the beginning of my #eremika one-shot: Don't say yes (or "the runaway" au). You can place bets of what's going to be about!

Don't say yes

Some stories are like pop songs—bubbly like soda, predictable in structure, a catchy chorus.

But theirs was all but that, and we’re sworn to the only truth.

Eren Jaeger had grown up spoiled by Carla and Grisha Jaeger. Some people say that Grisha Jaeger had been unfaithful to Dina, his first wife, with Carla, but most of the people in the neighbourhood used to agree that Grisha had done things right—he had fallen in love with the bartender of the pub in the corner of Freedom Street and had asked for Dina’s divorce before ever hitting on Carla Mackle. When Eren Jaeger was born, he was nothing but a bubble of green eyes, tan skin and a toothless smile. Even if Dina had no regard for Grisha—she hated him alright—Zeke Jaeger, the first son of the first marriage, loved his new step-brother, and played with his little feet and bit them.

It is important to our story to introduce Zeke Jaeger. He was a smug kid, too intelligent for his own sake, and far too beautiful. All the girls in high school swooned over him, but he only had eyes for Pieck Finger, two years younger. People say that the good kid Zeke Jaeger changed when he gifted Pieck Finger chocolates and she rejected him. Zeke became bitter and decided to show everyone how intelligent he was, which triggered one of the most fearful high-schoolers in the area, Levi Ackerman.

Levi Ackerman is important to this story, too. He was an orphan, adopted by his uncle Kenny Ackerman, the mayor's right hand at the time. Uncle Kenny was fearful, but surprisingly kind, so when someone left another orphan in the door with a mysterious letter, he knew he had to take care of her: thus, Mikasa Ackerman was born into this story, a girl with unknown heritage and unknown age, but forever bound to the surname of Kenny and Levi.

One day, as a token of peace from their unending banter, Zeke Jaeger decided to invite Levi Ackerman to his 16th birthday party—he also invited Pieck, of course, but she didn’t grace him with her presence. Kenny begged for Levi to go—“be a good kid, you dummy twat”—and Levi decided that he couldn’t keep up hating on Zeke just because he was a narcissist. Although he didn’t hate him because of that, it had more to do with the fact that Zeke was a beautiful narcissist who didn’t seem to care about boys whatsoever, leaving Levi fiddling at night and wondering why this bothered him so much.

Because Kenny had work, Levi asked Zeke—much more nervous than he would have liked—if he could bring his adopted sister, who was ten. Zeke said, of course, and he was happy because Eren would also be there.

“They can play together”, Zeke smiled.

Levi grimaced. Fucking cunt. “Yeah, I don’t think so, Mikasa doesn’t play.”

#aot fanfiction #eremika #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #writing #rotten judgement fanfiction #wip wednesday #runaway au #hrarby musings #hrarby writes #mywriting

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lerya-fanfic · 2 years

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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thanks @theladygia for the tag, sorry I’m responding so late! 1. Wanted: Nakama (chapter 33/100)

One Piece || diverse pairings (more of a ficlet collections really)

Dragon didn’t know what pushed him to come to shore this time around. No matter how many times he was close to his home island, he feared stepping foot on it. Just to make sure that Luffy was safe, that Luffy wouldn’t be connected to him but instead enjoy the protection of having a vice-admiral Grandfather.

2. I always dreamed of this moment, to see you all again after we parted (chapter 3/25)

Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin || Eren & Zeke, more to follow

After that traumatic experience was over, all three former shifters did wonder why Carla didn’t remember anything from her previous life. They were happy about it too, especially Grisha and Eren, as neither wanted her to remember being eaten.

3. Once an Ootsutsuki, always an Ootsutsuki (chapter 41/60)

Naruto || Indra & Asura, Indra & Asura & Bijuu

Kiri was healing, even just a few weeks after Yagura handed over the hat to Mei, it was clear that things were changing. That their people were realising something was going on that made it all better, made sure to give them all another chance at life.

4. When a King revives his throne (chapter 19/25)

Bleach || Kisuke Uruhara/Ichigo Kurosaki

Feeling someone approach before the door is opened again, Ichigo’s didn’t even break the kiss as a gasp sounds from whoever is standing in the door opening. He doesn’t feel like moving, but relents when he noticed Kisuke stops kissing back. Leaning back to finally turn to the door, only to bling at the man he finds standing there.

5. Favored by Fire

One Piece || Ace & Sabo & Luffy

In the aftermath of Wano, and apparently awakening his devil fruit, Luffy didn’t tell his crew that he was feeling different from before. It wasn’t even a bad thing, even if the recuperation time he needed after using gear 5 was much more than all of his other gears combined.

6. Forever and a Day, A Nakama Fanfic (chapter 44/50)

One Piece || LawLu, MarAce, SaboAla, ZoSan

Getting onto Zunisha proved a lot less difficult if you knew what you needed to do. Between Katakuri, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo and Marco they had everyone up there in no time, tilting up an eyebrow when the little Mink at the gates tried to stop them. At least until he saw Ace and Marco and waved them on as if seeing legends for the first time. With how small he was, that might have been the case too.

7. Of course we're doing this together again.

One Piece || LawLu, MarAce, SaboAla, ShanksBenn

Law had a feeling he should be expecting this when he opened the door to the restaurant they had booked for their Valentine’s date, rolling his eyes when Shanks and Benn looked up from the table no doubt close to theirs as the older men were sitting.

8. It was there all along, growing in the background

One Piece || ZoLu

It grew from every interaction they had, ever since Luffy came to get him in Shells Town and asked him to become his nakama. He never expected to develop feelings for his childish captain, who when it mattered was a force to be reckoned on. A true captain as the word suggested. More than able to stand up to foes that he should have fallen against.

9. Counting down until the moment I get to meet you

One Piece || Esuka

Isuka cherished the counter on her wrist, even more once it was just her. When her mother and brothers had been killed in the fire caused by pirates. She had a hard time accepting that she was alone. Wouldn’t accept it either, not as long as she still had that counter running to the moment she would meet her soulmate.

10. Happy Birthday, Little bird

One Piece || Ace/Marco/OC

Ray groaned as the light from the one window in their room steadily became brighter, and awareness came slow. Only fully waking him up when he realizes there are no other bodies in bed with him.

Tagging, if they want to do this: @phoenixkaizen-writes @cyborg-franky @arielxlazarus @xamaxenta , have fun if you choose you do this!

#one piece #Bleach #naruto #shingeki no kyojin #fanfiction

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histarean · 3 years

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dating reiner braun headcanons

content: general reiner head canons but dating edition!!

a/n: yep i'm back! and in honor of our two faced man's birthday, here are some random head canons for the birthday boy himself. it's still august 1st in my time zone so technically his birthday isn't over yet

i think we’ve already established this but reiner would be the biggest sweetheart - in any relationship

even if you two were just friends, he would do the most to make sure you were happy

especially if you were dating

i’m talking surprise flowers at your doorstep and the most elaborate dates

if you dated in high school, prepare for over the top prom invitations

you know those crazy prom proposals you hear about? that’s him.

and don’t be surprised if you see his face on pinterest standing in your yard surrounded by rose petals

but in university and above, he’s more subtle with it

he’d still keep up the romantic gestures and go out of his way to find new ones but skip the huge public scenes and such

he just wants to make sure you know he still loves and cares for you

it’s okay reiner we all know

he would try baking/cooking but never again

reiner probably burned through all the ingredients and didn’t make a single edible thing

it’s the thought that counts, okay

touch starved man!!!!

we all know about clingy eren but clingy reiner...

he’s super mindful of pda in public, but he’ll at least hold hands with you

and you know that signature hand-in-back-pocket move? i fully believe he would do that

anything so he can touch you and make sure you’re there

for when he’s driving, he’ll do the stereotypical hand on your thigh and will get genuinely upset if you don’t let him

after some back and forth he reluctantly settles for an arm over your seat

just let him touch you, he loves you so much

but when you’re alone, all standards are off

he’ll pull you in for hugs at random times, ending in a kiss to the forehead or lips

or if he’s feeling really needy, he’ll drag you to the nearest cushioned seat and hold you there

he usually ends up falling asleep and you’re stuck there until he wakes up his arms are stronger than diamonds

reiner doesn’t mean to be annoying, he just wants to be with you all the time

please put up with him

there’s a lot going on in his head but he tries to remember important dates and anniversaries for you

don’t get mad if he forgets, he’s doing his best

if he DOES end up forgetting, he’ll do absolutely everything he can to make up for it, apologizing profusely and going all out for a “makeup” date

usually consists of a candle-lit dinner and a long night full of gourmet food and wine

i’m forcing myself to keep this sfw but just know he would be such a gentle lover

soft dom soft dom soft dom

basically a gentle giant

he uses different pet names for you in private than in public to avoid you getting embarrassed

his public pet names: baby, babe, sweetheart, angel, dear, love, darling

private pet names: honeybun, gorgeous, doll, sugar, sweetcheeks (on occasion), and any other cheesy ones he thinks of

my friend and i cannoned him as having a motorcycle and before you say no, just imagine reiner picking you up, leaning on the front of his motorcycle reciting the corniest pick up lines, “if looks could kill, you’d be a mass weapon of destruction,” or something stupid like that

definitely has multiple fur babies you guys adopted together

i’m voting he would get a cat and dog cause he said he didn’t want the other to get ‘lonely’ when you're not there

and names them some weird name no one would have thought of

something like cattatunia or sir didemus

but uses them unironically and has no clue why everyone laughs when you tell them their names

and best believe these animals have full first, middle, and last names too

he means well in the grand scheme of things and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend

i barely edited these, it's just a compilation of hc thoughts that popped into my head and i happened to turn into a birthday post. i really want to do more detailed ones sometime in the future so they're not all over the place

#these were so incredibly rushed omg #another character i've never written before #my masterlist is going to be so hectic #and of course happy birthday to zeke too #Reize birthday collab (kinda)#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun headcanons #reiner fluff #reiner headcanons

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slttygeto · 3 years

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aot + the film industry !! (3)

synopsis: when an interview takes a slight wrong turn, fans start connecting the dots.

featuring: eren jager, zeke jaeger.

warning: none!

part 1 | part 2

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

"thank you guys for being here tonight, being able to get attack on titan's whole cast for season 4 on my talking show was one of my new year's resolution and it's finally happening," you and your fellow co-stars laughed lightly at the host's words, very happy to be there as well. everyone was dressed in glittery dresses and nice suits, but eren looked the most handsome to you with his messy manbun, pretty cologne that had you weak in the knees and the rings around his fingers.

he looked like a dream, and sitting next to him without being attached to him like a leech seemed like an impossible task.

you could feel his lingering gaze on you as your rested your hands on his shoulder, leaning a little into him as the host did his introduction to the show, giving it its well deserved description from how amazing and exciting it is, to how everyone can get hooked on it quickly.

being slightly affectionate with eren in front of cameras wasn't new to others, they always thought you two were closer than the rest, which was normal since you had been dating for almost three years but always described each other as "really good friends".

eren was more focused on you as the host spoke, the way your lipgloss made your lips look plump, your perfume so sweet it pulled him in like a bee towards a flower, and you dress was like the cherry on top, it made you look so pretty, even more magnifying than you already were and your twinkling eyes locking with his made him give you a lopsided grin before looking away.

god, this interview was going to be so hard to get through with.

"so, any new year's resolutions you guys? do you have any plans for this year or is it a secret? tell me everything,"

zeke cleared his throat as he leaned into his chair, making everyone chuckle since they knew his sarcastic side was going to come out. he always liked to mislead the media and have them think of something that wasn't true just to distract them for a while.

"well mine is to be a better brother," he started, hinting at his character in the show while putting a hand on eren's shoulder who grinned at him.

"good luck on that,"

the show carried on for a while, everyone seeming to be having a good time as it slowly came to an end. and as they always say, the host made sure to leave the best question for the last.

"(name) and eren," you almost jumped out of your skin, staring at the host as he laughed at the way you got so startled. "it sounded like I'm punishing you two,"

"sure did, i felt like my mom was going to ground me," you said jokingly, a hand on your chest.

"it's just that you and eren have been quite the topic on the internet nowadays, especially since fans started noticing some strange behavior,"

oh no.

"was i picking my nose?" you could sense the nervousness in eren's voice as he tried to make the mood lighter, make you less nervous since your hands became sweatier and the heat radiating off of your body could reach him so fast all he wanted to do was tell you that it was gonna be okay.

"no but it seemed as if you were picking up (name) from her apartment in your car at quite an unholy hour may i say," why can't people mind their own business.

a picture of you and eren was displayed on the screen in front of everyone and you found yourself trying to form a smile despite how much you wanted to throw up at that moment.

"we were actually heading towards mikasa's birthday party, and since I didn't have a ride, eren suggested that he'd be mine,"

"and you think the hand holding is necessary?" fuck, they got that too?

"assuming the most out of them holding hands like they don't cuddle on set all the time?" zeke's sarcastic comment caught the host off guard. of course it had to be zeke, he was always there to save you two, you had to thank him later.

"well i mean, i just thought—"

"I'd love to know your thought process then," eren was now the one to reply, your eyes widening before chuckling at his words. you really didn't want him to burst right now.

"well i guess that answers fans' questions regarding whether or not you two are dating,"

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user 1: there's absolutely no way they're not dating. did you see how defensive eren got?

user 2: i honestly thought it was her and zeke but it seems like zeke wants to cover for both of them

reply to user 2: exactly what i thought, eren is really impulsive but zeke is smart with his words. he's trying to protect their privacy.

reply to user 2: as he should!!

you were nervous as you read the comments under the video, fans were really quick to connect the dots regarding how defensive both zeke and eren got to the question and you didn't know what to do anymore.

a part of you wanted to walk out proudly with eren down the streets, hold his hand and kiss his pretty lips with no fear of what the media would say.

"i can see the wheels turning in your brain, breathe babe," eren said as he walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist, water dripping down his tanned body. he was a work of art.

"they've figured us out, ren," you said with a slight purse to your lips, said man smiling at how adorable you looked on your shared bed with your messy hair and his shirt that looked perfect on your body. weren't you an angel in his eyes?

"let them," he approaches you slowly, his towel hanging around his shoulder lazily as he puts his hands on either side of your body, his nose brushing against yours so gently you could feel it tickling you. his eyes bored into yours intensely, and he inhaled a little bit of your scent before humming.

"you smell like me, i like it," his voice was low, almost in a whisper. he buried his nose in your neck before gently pressing his lips to the skin, smiling when you shuddered at feeling. still so sensitive for him.

"ren," you whined, ready to tell him that it wasn't the moment but he knew you better than anyone else. he held your face in his hands, pecking your lips so softly it felt like it was your first kiss all over again.

"everything will be okay, nothing will happen to us. we have security guards if you're scared for our safety and honestly, i wouldn't mind posting pictures of us on the media," he was smiling. you didn't know why he was so chill about this whole situation but it comforted you. maybe you really had nothing to worry about and giving people small hints that you two are actually dating wasn't that bad of an idea.

"you think so?"

"only if you want to, pretty. i talked to our managers and they said they'll handle the negative comments. you can limit your comments on instagram." his thumbs were brushing against your cheeks so softly, his usually fiery eyes now looking like a calm ocean.

this was the man you fell in love with, someone who was ready to protect you with his everything.

it took you a while to decide on 10 pictures to post as a way to confirm your relationship but you settled on the ones your friends saw in your close friends story.

and with the simple caption of a white heart, you clicked on publish.

the heavy weight on your shoulders was finally lifted.

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dabilove27 · 2 years

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If no one has taken it yet 👀 could I possibly request our Pock for #8? Love to see my moody, serious boi get all soft. LOVE YOU WIFE 💙💙💙

HELLO MY LOVELY WIFE!!! Thank you so much for sending in another request! I adore you and hope you love how Porco is written!

Thank you so much to @gixxie for being my beta for this piece! Love you!

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Warnings: Modern AU, Past cheating (not from Porco), a tiny bit of sadness, happy ending, pet names (babe)

Pounding music poured from the Bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room. The whole regular gang had gathered for Reiner's birthday. While Reiner wasn't the standard party boy, your boyfriend and his brother had schemed together to throw a big party at the house you all shared with them.

Reiner had vehemently told them no over and over, but Porco and Marcel would hear none of it. They instead spent a week stocking up on booze, and cheap party favors for the "big day." It was sweet to see them so excited to throw Reiner a party, even though you knew it was more for them. They were the social ones in the group, never failing in their words when meeting new people.

That initially drew you to the cocky blonde in the first place. Porco came up to you at the coffee shop where you were studying with Reiner for your history course and literally pushed his way into your life. You could still remember how he plopped down next to you on the too-small couch and introduced himself as a friend of Reiner–to which the other man groaned aloud, obviously not agreeing with the statement.

He stayed longer than necessary at the coffee shop, made idle conversations with you and made you giggle at the stupid stories he had about Reiner from childhood. By the end of the study session, the two of you had exchanged numbers, and the rest was history.

Although it had only been ten months since the two of you made things official, you had to admit he was the best relationship you've ever had. To put it nicely, your last relationship was toxic. Your previous boyfriend was insistent on controlling you and cheated on you by the end of the relationship. It had broken your heart, and you promised not to date for a long time.

That was until Porco came into your life. He was hot-headed like you, and the two of you could go back and forth for ages, but he always made it right in the end. Coming back after, he cooled off to apologize with freshly made cookies he spent the last thirty minutes making for you. Porco loved profoundly and gave you every single bit of that love. You never had to question yourself anymore or wonder if he was only using you to make someone jealous. Instead, he made you feel confident and sure of yourself. Enough so that you had only mentioned your past relationship in passing. You didn't ever think you would see your infamous ex again.

But how wrong you were, if only you had known that his friend Sasha was a good friend of Reiner. As the last bits of pastel blue streamers were being set up, the doorbell chimed, and guests started pouring in. There were a few familiar faces, Bertolt, Annie, and Zeke. But your anxiety started to pick up when new faces began to filter in.

A girl around Reiner's age with chocolate brown hair swept it up into a ponytail and made her way straight to the food area without even introducing herself. A guy with a buzzed head followed closely behind her, apologizing for her lack of introduction. He introduced himself as Connie and the woman as Sasha. You made small talk with mostly Connie as Sasha literally shoved an entire bag of chips in her mouth.

More people arrived, and your anxiety finally seemed to settle as you watched Porco begin to set up beer pong. He looked so good in his tight green t-shirt that perfectly hugged his biceps. You were so caught up in watching him try to entice Reiner to play a round that you missed the new arrivals.

Panic sat deep in your veins as a familiar voice boomed in your ears. "Hey! Connie! I didn't know you'd be here."

No, no, no. Is all that went through your mind as you stood frozen in place. If you turned around, you would see him. And he could be here with her. You decided you couldn't do this. They were here in your safe space.

As you steeled your nerves to make a run toward the bathroom, your worst fears came true.

"Well, well, I haven't seen you in a hot minute," his voice was cocky, and you were sure he had a stupid smirk on your face. Could I just punch him? The thought flashed through your mind, but you didn’t want to ruin all this hard work your boyfriend did. You gave yourself a mental pep-talk to say hello and then find Porco. Maybe the asshole would leave you alone then.

You turned around and plastered a fake grin repeating to yourself that this was for Porco. And there he stood, long brown hair pulled up into a bun, green eyes on fire, and, of course, with his arm slung around Mikasa. Your stomach lurched, and bile rose in your throat.

"Hey, Eren," you paused because you didn't have a cheerful greeting for him. Go fuck yourself, is the only thing that came to mind, but again you needed to do this for Porco. "Thanks for coming. I uh-need to find my boyfriend," you mumbled before moving away as quickly as possible. You didn't care if your excuse sounded stupid. You didn't want to spend extra time around that asshole and the girl he cheated on you with.

Instead of running to the bathroom, you moved over by the beer pong game. Porco was unsuccessful in having Reiner play because he was going head-to-head with Marcel. And he was apparently losing horribly by his attitude. "Ah fuck you, Marcel! That was a cheap shot!" He bellowed at his brother.

You tried to get into their banter and block out the negative presence in your space, but your mind buzzed with all the heartache and pain you endured. With every minute, you nudged closer and closer to Porco until your hand rested on his arm. You needed comfort but didn't want to ask for it. You were being stupid, you thought. This was so dumb to get so upset about this.

"Almost done, babe," Porco murmured, his focus still on beating his brother as he patted your hand with his larger one. But your mind wouldn't stop; it just kept replaying memory after memory.

"I think I'm going to go lie down," you whispered before hurrying to Porco’s bedroom. You couldn't take being in the same room anymore as your ex.

Within moments of laying down on the soft sheets, you buried your head in Porco's pillow, inhaling his familiar scent as tears began to flow. You're too caught up in the moment; you didn’t even hear the door to the room open and close as someone slipped in.

A familiar presence perched itself on the bed, and a warm hand rubbed your back. "Hey, hey, what's going on? I'm sorry I was so caught up in the game. What do you need?" Porco's voice was filled with concern as he gently rubbed your back.

You lifted your head from the pillow to look up at him, his hazel eyes filled with worry. You told him about your ex downstairs through sniffles and that he had brought the girl he cheated on you with.

A heavy sigh leaves your boyfriend, and you can tell he held back the urge to grab Eren by the collar and give him a piece of his mind.

"God, babe. I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner. You needed me, and I was so focused on a stupid game," his voice is laced with remorse as he pulls you onto his lap and cradled you into his difined chest. "You want me to throw that fucker out?"

You giggled at his attempt to make you feel better. "Thank you, but no, that would ruin the night for everyone."

"I don't care about everyone! I care about you, say the word, and he's gone. Banned forever. But we can also go down there and make him jealous, if you know what I mean," he says in a devious tone as his eyebrows waggle. "It's only fair to let him know he lost the best thing in the world."

You laughed louder this time as you wiped away your tears. "Thank you for making me feel better. You know what, let's go see what you have in mind," you responded before leaning and pressing a quick kiss on Porco's lips.

"Anything for you, babe," Porco returned your kiss with another before lifting you up off the bed and carrying you out of the room as you were overcome by giggles.

Thanks for reading!

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levithestripper · 3 years

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aot warriors (porco, pieck, bertholdt, reiner and zeke) cut/funny sex habits pls.

Sex Habits/What the Warriors Are like in Bed!

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✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader, general horny ideas! nothing graphic, mentions edging, orgasm denial, and bondage/spanking! ✩

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✩ A/N: i don't write for pieck, but i'll write for all of the others! this went from just sex habits to sex habits & what they're like in bed! hope that's okay bby <3 and happy birthday reiner & zeke!! ✩

Porco can either be the biggest dom/top in bed, or he's the whiny-ist sub/bottom. There's no in-between. He loves to make you whine and beg for him, spreading you out on the comforter and taking you apart piece by piece. Porco will pin your hands above your head and place your legs on his shoulders <3

Some cute things he does is sometimes when he cums, he'll sneeze a couple minutes later <33 He makes the sweetest ahegao face when he cums too. Either his tongue sticks out or he bites his lip hard, all while his eyes roll back into his skull.

Bertolt is still shy with you in bed, but surprisingly enough he's very dominant in bed. He's definitely a silent top, only letting out quiet grunts/groans as he fucks you into the mattress. His hands run up and down your sides, pulling you down on his cock every time you get pushed too far up the bed.

For Bertolt, the quirky thing he does is stutter when he's starting to reach his climax. Just as his thrusts are starting to grow irregular and out of pace, Bertolt begins to stumble over his words, face growing bright red.

Almost everything Reiner does during sex is cute, regardless if he meant it to be or not. He'll giggle to himself when you ride him, making all those cute, high-pitched noises. Sex with Reiner is fun sex, there's never really a heavy, stoic atmosphere and he's always joking around with you.

Reiner's favorite position is any position where he can see your face. Missionary, mating press, riding/cowgirl, you name it. He'll take it all. It's the best of both worlds, he gets to see your face and he can hold your hands at the same time. Reiner kisses you all over all the time too 🥺. Sometimes if he cums really really hard, he'll pass out for a couple seconds/maybe fall asleep if it's super late.

Getting Zeke to do anything cute during sex is hard. He's a very stoic dom/top, not silent like Bertolt, but still not talkative. Zeke loves to push you to your limits (consensually of course)! with what you can take. Edging, orgasm denial, bondage/spanking, all that stuff.

But when he does open up to you more, he starts to do more cute stuff while in bed with you. Zeke loves to give you extensive aftercare after a scene. He rubs scented oil/lotion into your back and legs, rubbing out your tired and sore muscles.

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levisgirll · 3 years

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Hi! I love your work so much! Could you do a oneshot/hc about y/o and Levi having a crush on each other. Hange knows that and asks y/o why won't she confess to him. Y/O is insecure coz she's younger than him by 5 + years and she thinks that Levi wouldn't want her coz she thinks that he thinks she's childish (lol how many thinks). Thanks!

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hi there sweet anon! Thank you for letting me know that you love my work 🥺 that makes me happy! And this is such a cute idea♡ ♡ I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think about it if you can! Hope you see this and sorry it took awhile :,( Also, while writing this I was inspired by this song called kiss u better by Katzù Oso and Lady (Hear Me Tonight) by Modjo 🥰 they both were stuck in my head when I got your request!

Synopsis: Y/N and Levi have known each other for quite awhile now. Levi clearly likes Y/N, but she feels hesitant to take things further with Levi since they are both at university(when he is ready for that!) but won’t cause she is quite nervous and insecure. Levi and even Hanji notices that, and with that Levi takes his chance and tries to win his lover’s heart after a party at Zeke’s place. To make her finally have trust in him to give him a chance, and to prove to her that he would be a great man to y/n! Finally to open her heart again back to love <3 so find out what happens! (I promise you, you won’t regret this c: many soft and fluff levi!)

cute fluff, university modern au, headcanon imagine ♡ —

It was obvious, to everyone in their university course, also around campus, that Levi and Y/N totally had a crush on each other.

But Y/N is hesitant, even though though she might have a feeling that Levi might like her too, with the many moments they shared together, the times they went out together after lectures to go to the café, walking her home, watching sunsets together (but, Levi is watching you instead) and talk out their struggles and feelings, always texting and calling her to just at least hear from her everyday, buying her snacks and food to make sure she ate, all the time going out with her to any events, would bend down and tie her shoes for her if he saw undone, and also going to the shopping mall with her to just be by her side when she shopped all around.

During long trips too or taking the bus to the university, Y/N and Levi would swap seats, she wanted the window and Levi wanted to look at you instead.

Would definitely come over to your place during the days you didn’t eat or make any food, expect him to cook for you and especially clean your place! And you both would spend the evening at the balcony, watching the nightsky and if it was a bit chilly or there was a cold breeze, he would give you his jacket. “Tch, Don't want you catching a cold.”

Levi would also give her and buy her some flowers on special days such as her birthday, celebrations, and would just give you some if you ever felt sad! He wanted to see you happy all the time <3

Everyone at first thought Y/N and Levi were a couple and Levi was just being shy about it to not mention or talk about it. But in fact, it was Y/N who didn’t try and push the relationship to the next step. As she was feeling quite reluctant about it, feeling insecure that she was younger than him by 5 years and thought Levi was just doing all of these things to her as a ‘nice act’ and being polite and respectful. But, Y/N has no idea that one of Levi’s top love language was actually ‘acts of service’!

Levi is not the kind of man who would just do all of these things just randomly to someone unless he knows them pretty well and if he over does them, then he actually loves them! He would only do these things for Y/N knowing that she would like it, and he would honestly give up his time for you, and you only.

It was a long tiring day at university, but finally it was the last lecture for the day and the end of the first Semester! Y/N got up and took her stuff, ready to leave the lecture hall when Hanji jumped from behind her, giving her a hug around her shoulder. “Y/N! We finally finished!” Hanji said in their usual happy and cheerful tone. You smiled at Hanji and patted their head, “Yup, and the semester break started.” You said as you both left, heading to the university café.

Hanji smirked and elbowed Y/N to the side, “Soooo, I have been realizing for quite a while that you and Levi are getting at it, Huh.” Hanji said with a wink and started drinking their iced coffee drink, looking at Y/N who their cheeks started to heat up.

“W-What? It’s not what you are thinking though...” You mumbled and started to take your own drink, sipping it and looking away. “No way. You both are STILL not dating?! Why don’t you just confess to him? I can’t handle it anymore, you both are clearly in love with each other!” Hanji now started to squeal and was amazed how you and Levi were still not taking your relationship to the next step after being with him for such a long time. “Quiet down! I don’t want anyone to hear. But...I’m not sure, he might just think I am childish a-and might not want me..” You mumbled the last part and then gave out a sad sigh while looking down to your shoes, you were quite down about it whenever you thought about how you badly wanted to confess your feelings to him, but with how older he was to you, you probably just thought he was better off with someone else. You really did love him, but....does he? With the way he constantly checks up on you and asks about you, Y/N just wondered that he might just only do that cause he only worries for her only.

“Y/N! Wake up girl. Have ever you seen him treat you like this to anyone else? No!” Hanji wanted so badly to let you know that Levi did actually have a crush on you, but they promised Levi (well was threated by Levi) that they wouldn’t tell her.

You were about to question and ask about what Hanji meant when suddenly, Connie, Sasha and Mikasa came by. “Yo! Did you guys hear?” Connie said with a grin and brought a chair to join them, while Sasha and Mikasa tagged along giving you a little wave. “There is gonna be a party at Zeke’s place tonight! He invited us! I heard it’s gonna be crazy though.”

“As long there is free food, I am in!” Sasha said with a nod, already planning what she will eat first when she first goes there. Mikasa looked at you and then asked, “Y/N, if you are going. I’ll tag along.” She said while looking at you, waiting for a response. Zeke was a popular guy at your university and course, he knew everyone and everyone seemed to like him. You were once placed in the same group project with him and he helped you out a lot, and even during exams he seemed to be friendly enough to share you his notes to you! Y/N never got the chance to have a proper chat with him though.

But instead Hanji replied yelling out, “Oh hell Yea I am in! I never had the chance to hang out with Zeke, but I so wanna go to this party! Y/N Let’s go Please!” Hanji begged, giving you their usual puppy eyes and you sighed while getting up from your seat. “I’ll see and let you guys know.” You sighed and when you looked at your friends, all of them looked behind you and had a surprised look on their face. You went blank, and turned around slowly. Shit.

It was, Zeke. “Hey There.” Zeke said with a smirk and approached you closer, “Y/N, Yea?”

You stood there, all shocked and surprised, how the ‘cool popular guy’ from your university is actually talking to you right now. You felt all eyes on you and your friends were all there, their eyes widen and were seeing what the hell was gonna happen.

“Y-Yea. Um, do you need something?” Y/N said in a nervous tone, not sure what to say or do. “Yea, Come tonight to my party.” Zeke said bluntly, and you were about to question him why when Hanji suddenly held both of your shoulders and yelled out. “Yes Yes! We are all coming!”

“Great! See you all tonight, and you too...Y/N.” Zeke said in a flirty tone while he kept his eyes on you, then walked off. You just stood there, all surprised and taken aback at how quickly things escalated. “Hanji...Seriously?” You let out a sigh and decided to walk out of the café, while Mikasa, Hanji, Connie and Sasha tagged you along. All talking about what to wear and when they are going.

As you were walking with them, you got a text message. When you saw who it was, you made a big smile.

Levi: Hey, Where are you now?

Y/N: With the others, still at campus though. Something up?

Levi: No. Also, was wondering what are your plans for tonight.

You stopped walking, and stood still, and you felt your cheeks go hot. You really liked it when Levi asked you out for hang outs.

Y/N: Well, Hanji and the others are begging me to go to Zeke’s party. So going there tonight.

Levi:....Okay, I am coming too. Don’t go in without me.

“Oh, Levi is coming too.” You said aloud to yourself but Hanji heard it and was so shocked. “Levi? You mean Levi ACKERMAN? That guy never ever goes out with any of us, especially to parties.”

After hearing what Hanji said, you wondered and thought, maybe just maybe....he might like you? But you later shook the thought off away from your mind.

You decided in the end to go and just meet your friends and Levi in front of Zeke’s place. You started to get ready once you got back to your place as the evening was approaching wore your favourite outfit, and just get the night over with. Hopefully nothing crazy happens right? I mean you had Levi and your other friends. So surely, it will be okay.

The night approached, and you were outside Zeke’s place, his house was huge as expected from a popular university student. You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to see the person you loved most, Levi.

“O-Oh, Hey!!” You quickly said, quite taken aback with his sudden appearance. “Was trying to call you out but guess you didn’t hear me.” He said with a teasing tone and went to hug you gently. He noticed what you wore, and to him anything you wore always looked beautiful and pretty to his eyes, he just wanted to say it and say how great you looked but he knew he could not do that. “You good? Where is four eyes and the others.” He said trying to ignore his thought while he had a slight faint blush which you didn’t notice.

“Soon, they are coming. Lets go in though, I think Miche and some others went ahead too.” You said looking around and as you started to head in, Levi held you hand and said calmly but had a nervous tone in him. “Wait um, I don't want us to separate so c-can I hold your hand?” Levi said but then quickly looked away, cursing himself for stuttering like an idiot in front of the the girl he loves.

You felt your face burning up and you held out your hand to him, and nodded, to which he gently held your hand and you both entered inside Zeke’s place. Wondering what the other side awaits.

It was crowded, too crowded. You felt nervous but with Levi’s soft touch holding your hand tightly, you felt relieved and safe, he was there holding you tightly, making sure no one weird was behind you and he would let you walk in front of him as he put his hand on your shoulder. Levi was honestly keep his eye out for you, it was his instinct to protect you and always making sure you are comfortable and safe. Afterall, you did mean a lot to him.

“Hey! Y/N came and Woah....Levi!” Miche yelled out waving at the both of you while Nanaba was by his side smirking at you two. You quickly let go of Levi’s hand and went away from him, Levi glanced at you on his side, a bit hurt how you let your hand go, how he didn't get to feel your touch anymore.

“Tch....What is it.” Levi said in his usual annoyed tone and gave them his stoic expression because of how they interrupted, and making Y/N letting go of him. “Zeke was waiting for you guys, Come on.” Nanaba said while a grin and kept her hand around Y/N’s shoulder to guide her and Levi to where Zeke and the others are at. Apparently he gathered around certain people and you and your other friends where among them!

You saw all your friends, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Sasha, Connie and Hanji and many others you recognize! You spotted Zeke talking to Pieck Finger, another popular girl in your university and once you both had eye contact together, he got up and waved at you. “Hey you came!” Zeke said with a happy tone and approached you, he then noticed Levi who was clearly glaring at him. “Oh. Levi.” Zeke said bluntly and looked away from him, completely ignoring Levi and gave Y/N a smirk. “Let’s begin the fun, sweetheart?” You were taken aback when he called you that, Wait..did he actually call me that?

This fucking bastard. Levi thought as he was trying to control himself not to twist the guy’s hand when he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Okay everyone listen up! Since the first semester finished, and to celebrate. To have a little fun, I decided let’s all play Drink or Dare!” Everyone now got hyped up and gathered around, sitting in the coaches and were all excited. You had a weird gut feeling about this as you sat next to Jean while Levi followed you and leaned aganist the coach side with his arms crossed, completely not interested in what the hell Zeke is doing, but he was just here for you.

“But...If no one does the Dare I tell them, you have to drink something I made instead and nothing else.” He pointed at the big bottle that was on the table, it had a label saying Zeke’s Spinal Fluid which you found really odd for a drink to be called like that. Afterall, he was the kind of guy who would do these random things. You figured it might have been just a weird mixture of juices all together. You asked Armin to which he said that he was not even sure himself what was in the drink and would prefer to do the dares instead!

It went by turns and everyone seemed to have been doing the dares they were told to do, such as Jean getting a dare from Eren to call a random number and try to flirt with the person whoever picks up (and how he terribly failed on that, making everyone laugh like crazy). Overall, the night was going great and everyone seemed to having fun, including yourself! Although, you did not notice though that Levi, this whole time couldn’t take his eyes off you and Zeke noticed that instead. This was now Zeke’s time to ‘shine’.

“Okay. I got a dare for you. Y/N.” Zeke said with a smirk, looking directly at your eyes with his arms crossed, which made you jolt a bit, and this got everyone’s attention. Everyone was now curious what kind of dare Zeke would give you.

“Hm...” He stood there thinking and pushing his glasses a bit up, Levi started to slowly get irritated and was ready to beat this guy up anytime. He hated how he caught Zeke seductively looking at you and would sometimes add in flirty comments to you during the game, he found him extremely annoying and hated him even more.

“I dare you to kiss me.” He said bluntly with a grin, this made everyone yell out with a surprise, especially Hanji. “Oh my god! How lucky of her, Zeke is a great kisser Y/N!” Pieck said with a giggle, as soon as Zeke was gonna approach you, Levi got up and stood in front of him.

“Fuck that. I’m not gonna allow it.” Levi said with such a enraged and threatening tone while he glared at Zeke. Levi’s eyebrows frowned and his jawline was now tensed up, he was now ready to fucking kill the guy. How could he even make such a dare to Y/N? Levi clearly knew that he was trying to get on his nerves ever since he met him.

“I mean....I asked Y/N. And if not, she needs to drink. I mean it is part of the game!” Zeke said playfully while looking at you. Y/N now felt worried, she definitely did not want her first kiss to be with Zeke! and also she definitely did not want to drink Zeke’s drink as she felt very uncomfortable about it. But, she mostly felt worried for Levi, worried if he would actually beat up the popular guy and getting in trouble of it because of her!

Y/N quickly got up and held on Levi’s arm which made him slowly control his anger a bit with Zeke. But what happened next shocked you.

Levi went to the table, picked up Zeke’s Spinal Fluid drink and poured the whole drink on the floor. “No. Fuck you and your game anyways shit face.” Levi said in a pissed tone, his jaw still clenched and he gave Zeke such an intense eye contact which actually scared him a bit and took a step back, away from Levi. Everyone now was all shocked by what Levi did, they never saw him go this mad or angry, and the fact that it was because of this dare to Y/N was even more shocking. Most of the reason is also because Levi would never tolerate anyone who would make you feel uncomfortable or put you in a situation you didn’t like.

Levi then, just grabbed your hand and took you out of the room, and out of his place, you just held his hand tightly, looked at his back, his undercut and your eyes would widen. Feeling all the butterflies now in your stomach slowly growing, and having also getting your fuzzy feeling. You loved how Levi just did that all, for you.

You haven’t even realized, after walking out for such a long time with Levi, still holding his hand and looking at him from behind. You felt shy and even nervous to say anything, Y/N then looked around and realized they ended up in small garden park and Levi gestured you towards a bench to sit that was near the both of you.

“Hey. You okay?” Levi said, looking down at you with both of his hands in his pockets, focusing on your eyes and facial expressions for any sign of you feeling scared or uncomfortable. But found none, and instead you were calm and happy.

“Yup. Thanks Levi.” You said shyly and looked away. It was now quiet between the both of you. Levi wondered and thought to himself, why did he react like that earlier. He could have just easily walked you out with him and not say anything or even not pour the whole drink away, ruining the game and the mood. But, he didn’t care. Levi did then admit to himself that he actually felt a bit jealous when he saw how other guys tried to approach you, how they talked to you, and how you smiled at them when he barely gets to see that from you sometimes (and it was just because you were shy when it comes to your crush, Levi).

And Zeke, made it all worse and terrible for him. He hated how he just had the audacity to just flirt with you and touch you, Levi swore the next time he sees him, he will make sure to twist his arm.

He looked back at you, and then mumbled something, which got Y/N’s attention. “Hm? I didn’t quite hear that. What did you say?” You said in a curious tone and looked up at Levi, who was shyly looking away from you, and he started to slowly go red.

“I said....” Levi then mumbled it again the last few words. ‘What?!’ You thought to yourself, all confused and Levi then sigh and looked at you. Finally saying what was in his mind tonight to you. He didn’t care anymore, just being at the party tonight and all made him realize that he had to let you know how he really felt.

“Tch...I said that...I can kiss you better than that shit face.” You stood there, feeling as if your whole face burned up, and you jolted up from your seat. Not believing what he actually said. Levi then looked at you, and you could see his cheeks go red, feeling all embarrassed and flustered while scratching the back of his head. Oh my god. Was your words on repeat in your head this whole time.

Now, Levi had an internal monologue on whether what he was gonna do and say was the right or wrong thing. But it was now or never to tell Y/N whom he knew for quite a while that he was in love with her. He couldn't handle this foreign feeling he kept feeling all the time with you and every time he tried to avoid it, it kept growing.

He then mastered all his courage and took your hand and slightly pulled it while caressing it. “I hope that it’s true...”

“What it?” You said quietly but still having your shocked expression.

“If you are feeling what I am feeling now....Please let me know that it’s real.” Now, he sounded real soft, and he was begging you to finally give him a chance, to let him know and not to ignore this feeling you both shared, it was hard for him to even explain it and say it in words to you and he hoped you got his message. “Just hear me out tonight.” Even thought he was feeling a bit overwhelmed at how you might still not accept him and this. You were shocked, and surprised because this whole time you thought Levi wouldn’t want someone like you. He wouldn’t confess unless he knew for sure you reciprocated this feeling he had, but he wanted to hear it from you.

You nodded slightly and finally looked at him, at his eyes which was now glisten and realizing his love for you is real, while his pupil size increases, looking at you.

“Y/N, I’m falling for you. And, I can’t get you out of my mind.” He now took your other hand, and pulled you a bit slower, still looking at your eyes. “I am feeling love for the first time when it comes with you...I can also tell by the look in your eyes that...you do too.” He said gently and brought his hand to softly touch your side cheek, you felt his cold fingers warming up your cheek that you still felt burning up.

“So....Please let me love you. And give me a chance?” You finally felt your heart warm up but also melt at the same time, the fuzzy feeling kept on growing and your eyes now soften, to your eyes now tearing up, letting out your emotions. You felt happy and loved. And you thought, at long last love has arrived for Y/N, one which you craved a lot, especially from Levi. You decided to open your heart up for him and it was the best decision you ever made. Levi understood your actions and gave you a big smile, not even words can describe how he was feeling too, and he then, slowly went closer and closer to your face, to your lips, and finally. Levi kissed you. A sweet kiss under the beautiful moonlight, one you won't ever forget. Is this how love feels? How a kiss feels? Apparently it was Levi’s first kiss too and even though you both weren’t sure how to do it, you both didn’t mind, cause now you both are together, having each other, and with time Love would guide you both ♥

If only this happened sooner you wondered as you both kept on kissing and trying to kiss again and again to get the hang of it. He was happily and willing to listen if you just let him know how you were feeling from the start, but the same thing could be said to him too. And, he never found you childish, and instead he found you as his girl, which he can now say proudly.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: Apparently, it turned out that Zeke played out an act and everyone was part of it! It was mainly Hanji’s plan just to get Levi’s nerves and to make him or either you confess both of your feelings ASAP as everyone in your university campus was shipping you both so hard. But now, Zeke is scared shit of Levi and he would never do this again, never listening and following Hanji’s plan ever again.

wow I actually loved how this work turned out!♡ I really hope you like this anon and everyone else who read this I hope you enjoyed it too🥺 Please let me know by leaving a like, a reblog or a message!

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miekasa · 3 years

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little bear

+ pairing: eren yeager x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: modern au, fluff, carla cool mom agenda!! carla cool mom agenda!!

+ word count: 1k

+ notes: i posted this before but then accidentally deleted it. i didn’t edit it much since then lmaoo and i don’t think i like it all that much still, but i will share it with you anyway </2 eren birthday fluff #1

“I never would have pinned you as the outdoors kind of guy,” you muse, head resting on Eren’s shoulder, “Who knew you knew how to chop firewood, and liked looking up at the stars?”

Eren rolls his eyes at you, but it’s all smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. He has to admit that he was a little nervous to ask you to spend spring break with him in his hometown. You’ve met his family before—well, his mother and his kind of brother—but that was for dinner, not asking you to stay over for a whole week.

But the minute you’d stepped into his house and gave his mom a big hug, he knew that you would be at home here. Thankfully, his father wouldn’t be around for the duration of your visit, so it was just you, him, and Carla; and after the terribly stressful semester he’d just endured, he was more than happy to spend his break at home with his two favorite girls.

You seemed to like it here, too. His childhood home was a little further removed from the city, but not by much, and it was beautiful this time of year. The stars sparkled above your heads while the two of you camped out in the backyard; a rare treat, not to be seen at this caliber from the university campus.

“I’m not into the stars so much, but you’re weirdly into astrology, so I figured—”

“Reading my horoscope does not make me ‘weirdly into astrology!’” you exclaim.

Eren can’t help but to chuckle, “Yeah, no, of course, all that lion sun and fish moon shit is totally normal.”

“It’s a leo sun, not a lion sun,” you correct him, “You’re such an Aries.”

“I am not even going to pretend to know what that means,” he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. He peppers a few kisses, stunned a bit when he sees a bright flash of light from behind him.

His eyebrows crinkle together as he turns his head, only to see his mother standing on the patio with a camera—his camera—in her hand.

“Ma, what are you doing?” Eren questions, turning his seated body towards her, “Delete that. Please, delete that.”

“Oh, sorry about the flash, but it’s so dark out, I wanted to get a good picture,” Carla explains, holding up the camera again, “Don’t mind me, just go back to your snuggling.”

Eren bets that you can probably feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of him; but you seem to find pleasure in it, if your giggling is any indication.

“We weren’t snuggling, we were talking!” Eren whines, face flushed as can be—and he thanks whichever constellation you were talking about before that it’s not daylight right now.

“You looked very cute just talking then,” she teases with a smile, waving her free hand at you slightly, “Go on, don’t mind me.”

“Ma!” Eren is all but throwing a fit at this point, and all you seem to be doing is laughing at his misery.

“Honey, you’re exaggerating and making it worse for yourself. (_____) doesn’t mind, do you, darling?”

“No, not at all!” Eren hears your traitorous voice chirp from beside him. He snaps his head towards you, something between a pout and a glare on his face; neither of which seem to be effective enough to silence your laughter.

“One picture, then I’ll leave you alone, little bear,” Carla argues, steading the camera to her eye again to snap another shot.

She’s counting down to three, but Eren has already gotten up, ready to wrestle her back into the house. There’s a series of misfired flashes as he wrangles the camera from Carla’s hands, and you have to remember to ask her for copies of those pictures later—or get to them yourself before Eren wipes the memory card.

Eventually, he gets his mother to stop being his personal paparazzi for the evening. He returns to your backyard camping spot a few minutes later, camera in hand for extra reassurance, and seats himself on the blanket with a huff, “Maybe we should have gone to Vienna with Armin and Mikasa.”

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, little bear,” you tease, tugging at his ear.

Eren’s eyes widen at the horrific realization of what you’d heard, and with one look into your eyes, he knew you’d never let him live it down.

“Do you call her mama bear in German? That’d be kinda cute, you know,” you taunt him further, wrapping your arms around his body with a sickeningly sweet batting of your lashes, “I think a bear suits you. You look all big and bad from the outside, but you’re really all soft and cuddly.”

“Wouldn’t you liking me as a bear make you a furry?”

“Oh, so you’ve retained what a furry is, but memorizing your own moon sign is too weird for you?”

“Yes,” Eren reaching forward with his free hand to tap at your nose playfully, “Because, unfortunately, furries are real. The fish in the sky are not.”

“Your sign isn’t even a fish!”

“I thought you said the signs weren’t the animals, they were just the constellations?”

“Yes, well—how come you—you’re impossible, you know that.”

“And yet you love me anyway,” Eren smiles, hugging you closer to his side.

You huff, but don’t pull away from his affections, “Yeah, something like that.”

You nuzzle your head into his chest and moving your arms to wrap around his torso. It’s quiet for a while, the both of you having resumed your silent stargazing, until you speak up a few moments later.

“Hey, can I ask if Zeke was big bear?”

“No,” Eren yawns, “Zeke was dogshit.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader

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delu-jean · 3 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 (hcs)

(Reiner x fem!/reader) + (Zeke x fem!/reader) -> Fluff -> 900

Warnings: none :)

Head canons for both Reiner, and Zeke for if you were to surprise them on their birthday! Happy birthday to the two, and hope y’all enjoy ^^

Reiner Braun:

Since you all have been on expeditions, training, and planning, you barely knew that time flew by

Same with Reiner and the others

So when his birthday came, Bertholdt was the person who reminded you the day before

It’s not like he was trying to wait till last minute

It’s just that, he was hesitant since everyone was so busy

He wanted to be considerate (Bless his heart 🥺)

So when he said Reiner’s birthday was going to be...like…the next day, you all panicked

Half not knowing his birthday, and half rushing since you had nothing prepared

“HE HAS A BIRTHDAY?” Connie would ask

“OF COURSE HE DOES!” Jean would yell back

“Guys, this is no time to shout and fuss,” you said even though you were secretly frustrated

How could you forget your own boyfriend's birthday?

Not only that, but how where you going to get things done?

“Well, what does he like?” Eren would ask Bertholdt

“I…hm…I’m not sure-”

“BUT AREn’T YOU HIS BEST FRIEND!?” Eren said angrily

Sasha: “Cake!! WE NEED CAKE!?”

After thinking to yourself, an idea then sprung into your hand

“We should surprise him!” you jumped up for the rest to listen in

~The Next Day~

Bertholdt was used to distract Reiner

I feel like Reiner would be the kind to either tend the horses (since it’s relaxing/he can vent), or, he would train ruthlessly

Knowing Bertholdt (Bertyyy), he went with the first option

Reiner the entire time would read that things were off

He's very sharp when it comes to his instincts

Bertholdt was with him while everyone else was gone? Kind of suspicious...

So he assumed something was up…but didn’t know what

Poor boy didn’t even know it was his own birthday, so he didn’t considerate it as an option

(Only Bertholdt remembered since Reiner was that important qwq)

You all set up things in the cafeteria

Sasha, Connie, and you would help make the cake

Levi, Eren, and Mikasa would be cleaning

And the rest would be decorating/setting the room up

Though not everyone had a personal gift for Reiner, you did since he was so dear to you

When you guys were close to finished, you then heard Armin running in

“ThEy’RE CominG!! HidE!!”

This floofball was PANICKING along with everyone else as they hid

You then heard as they walked in, sprang up with everyone, but hit your head in the process

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY-oW!”

“Y/N!” Reiner would immediately run to you, but you'd stop him saying you were fine

“Reiner, happy birthday!” Everyone would congratulate

“Wait…it’s that time of the year…already?” he would sigh with a smile on his face

(secretly enjoying the attention)

“Yes, it is. And because of that, I wanted to give you this.”

You weren’t sure what he would like, but you thought about something he wouldn’t lose too easily

You got him cufflinks and he smiled

Gave you a quick smooch and you blushed abit

“Thank you Y/n, and to everyone here. Thanks.”

Zeke Jaeger:

Unlike Reiner, you guys planned in advance

Zeke was a great leader, good friend, and a very important figure (also your lover hehe)

Though he was busy with wars and Paradis, you still wanted to do something special for him

So the warriors would help you plan here and there while trying to keep things discrete

You thought it would be best if you kept it off his plate

You had planned to host a very nice picnic outside

Wine, grapes, cake, entrees, you name it, it was there

Everyone had chipped in (including yourself) to make sure it was somewhat extravagant

The cloth was set, Pieck helped with the decorating, and the guys helped with grabbing whatever was needed

No one needed to distract Zeke because he was already so busy to begin with

The entire day, Zeke was stoked that it was his birthday

Got up ready for him to have a great day!

But instead of getting “Happy Birthdays!” from the people he loved most, he instead had more planning and paper work to do

Jaegar would have a long face because of this :/

He was hurt that he'd gotten no attention

Colt would ask what the problem was (not knowing it was Zeke’s birthday), for him to say:

“It’s my birthday Kiddo.”

“Wait, really Mr. Jaeger?”

“Yeah…and no one congratulated me even once.”

“I-I’m sorry Zeke! Happy birthday,” he would awkwardly say

“Thanks-”

“Hey Zeke,” you would grab his hand as he pouted

“What’s wrong?”

“Hun…do you know what day it is?”

“Yes?…” you would say, still confused

“My birthday!? You didn’t even, never mind-”

This man pulled away and you were a bit upset, but understood where he was coming from

You sighed to then grab him yet again

“Follow me, pleaseee”

“…”

“I’ll give you a peck if you do so.”

He couldn’t resist you, so he did as told (Colt also followed)

He went out and saw everyone

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone cheered

Cried, but once asked if he was, denied it immediately

You all ate, talked, and enjoyed your evening

He felt great that everyone didn’t forget, and just had other plans for celebration

The night ended with clean up

You decided to give your gift then, which was a glove, and newer baseball

You even got one for yourself

“I thought you would like it,” you’d grin as he smiled

“Thanks Y/n…I love it…I’d also love that peck, so can I have it now?-”

“Did I say peck? Oh, I um…I meant Pieck-” you then grabbed her and back away

Teasing him was one of your favourite things to do

And he would survive this

‘Y/nnn~”

“See you later Zeke, I love you!”

“*sigh* I love you too”

#aot #attack on titan #zeke x you #zeke x y/n #zeke x reader #zeke #zeke jäger #zeke fluff #reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #snk reiner #attack on titan reiner #reinr fluff #braun #reiner braun #zeke jaeger #happy birthday to my boys!#birthday #love em both sm qwq

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chaotic-nick · 3 years

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WHY:

I used to write in Wattpad for another fandom, and when I re-joined the Aot Fandom in my gap year I started writing fics. Long story short, these are abandoned wips that I no longer want to write for or see myself working on

HOW:

If you see a wip you like, message me via dm! And I'll update the list like this

'Title of WIP (adopted by @/ your username)'

And all I ask you is give me credit if you ever write it.

Note: This is a long post and is divided by the characters I wanted to write for. Happy Reading/ choosing! Also, unedited, I made this on my phone

Erwin smith

Lipstick: Erwin is intrigued with how (Y/n) applies her lipstick. Is asking why she swatches them in her arm.

‘So, if you kiss me it stick to my face?’

‘Do you want to find out?’

Erwin *blushes*

Work Wife: everyone thinks that erwin and y/n are single with *tension* in the air, but they're actually married and is convinced the entire office building knows that.

Reader replies by opening her arms and awkwardly telling him that she can be his human pillow.

The first time: (adopted by@ack3rlady)

Reader notice erwin is a different kind of quiet, abs he tells her that he doesn't know how to cry even when he wants to.

'It's alright, you're gonna gonna be alright'

Cue erwin crying silently and y/n petting his hair while looking like this ☺️

Smudge: Part 2 of lipstick where Erwin considers the idea of asking reader out, somehow the fic ends where they makeout and Erwin’s face is covered in lipstick.

Zeke Yeager

This feeling

Reader is sitting on the floor of Zeke’s bedroom, and then she sees a box of things that she gave him in the course of ten months, Receipts, cute notes, even the extra shoelace that came with her shoes. She asks Zeke why he deosn’t throw them away.

His answer was, ‘Those were the times I felt loved, so yeah.’

They don’t know:

Where Zeke and Reader fight each other at every chance, until one day Zeke ends up crying into reader’s chest because his new brother is more loved than he was.

Reader tells him that it’ll be okay.

Smoke (adopted by @blondeboyfriend )

Backstory where college student Zeke tries smoking for the first time after being stressed out.

Scene: Reader is the cool upperclassman who offers him a stick when he sees her sitting outside the party.

Cake: Where Zeke and Reader share a birthday together. Reader tells him that she’s never had a homemade cake before and Zeke tells her that he’s always wanted to try (enter flavour of cake here) from (expensive bakery)

Zeke surprises her with a homemade cake and reader gets him a cake from said bakery.

Ending: They both cry because they’re eldest siblings who never felt that much love before.

Fly that way: Time travel and Canon verse AU where there are planes.

Right person, wrong time trope

Instead of being the beast titan, Zeke is a pilot. After a failed flight, he finds himself in a region where other planes from different time periods crash.

Reader’s family rescues him, giving him their word that he’ll be able to fly back to Marley.

Zeke and reader spend time together, to the point that he tells her that she should elope with him in the plane he flies.

Reader lets him go with a tearful goodbye, telling him that even if she does love him they have their own duties.

Eren Yeager

Hair ties: Eren’s scared of the girl in his class until the summer heat gets to him and he needs to tie his hair.

Proud: ‘I’m proud of you,’ and (Y/n)’s never heard of such a thing. Until her boyfriend’s mom (Carla) invites her to stay fro dinner. At the dining table, they talk about their grades and their graduation in three months.

‘I’m qualified to be a cum laude,’ to which Carla reacts by telling (Y/n) that she’ll be there to cheer on her. ‘But why?’

‘Because I’m proud of you, too, dear.’ Carla says so casually.

Cue (Y/n) sobbing in the kitchen with Eren and Carla being all clueless.

His bed smells nice: (adopted by @rowsn)

Nerd Eren invites (Y/n) to study at his house, except his room’s so cold that reader falls asleep. Carla walks in and thinks otherwise.

Connie Springer

I hate this: Where reader and Connie get drunk together and is found sitting at the corner crying over how being the eldest sibling is the worst.

First Drive: Where Connie finally gets his license and asks (Y/n) to be his first passenger, they go driving around town forgetting the concept of time. End: Both their parents scold them again.

Coming soon (will be updated)

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Marco Bodt

#nick shares #nick event #nick masterlist #im still on hiatus btw

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter Two

Lovers and Strangers

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader, Connie x Fem!Reader

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PRESENT TIME ~ May 2

For your boyfriend's twenty-fifth birthday he had invited you over to his house. You were excited but nervous to meet all of his friends for the first time. Though you have been going out with him for about five months, you haven't had a chance to meet them yet. But that's not to say he hasn't told you all about them...

Connie's told you all about how he's expected this evening to go. Both he and his mom are worried that they won't be able to make enough food thanks to Sasha's big appetite. He also hopes that Jean and Eren don't get into yet another argument over something ridiculous and that Mikasa won't wear her scarf that she's worn every day since she was a kid because, apparently, it smells worse than Connie's fridge.

He says he's also gotta keep the drinks to a minimum because Bertholdt would probably get peer pressured into drinking too much and trying to keep up with Reiner and also because Ymir will be making sure to keep the drinks far away from her and Historia so they don't let their guard down around Reiner. But, on a positive note, Connie's hopeful that after years of pining over Annie, Armin will finally man up and admit his feelings for her even though he's pretty sure it'll never happen.

You know so much about his friends but you just don't know them for yourself yet- but you're quite excited to! When you get to Connie's place, you knock on the door and a girl with half a cupcake in her mouth opens it. The part in her hand falls to the ground when she sees you and throws her arms around you.

"You must be Y/N! We've all been waiting so long to meet you!" she beams excitedly.

"I have, too," you smile back. "You must be Sasha."

"Aw, what gave it away?" she then asks as she releases you from her tight hug.

"To be honest, the-"

"Y/N, you made it!" Connie's unmistakable voice cuts you off. "Man, Sasha, you're gonna get food all over her!"

"It's alright," you smile over at him and kiss his cheek. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, babe," he replies, his cheeks turning red while he knows he's still got Sasha's attention.

You then pull from behind your back the stuffed animal of a brown ape you saw this morning in a store and thought it was too cute to pass up. Connie's eyes widen when he sees it.

"No way! This is the best thing ever, I love it!" he gasps.

Sasha looks at it funny. "Huh," she remarks, "it kinda looks like Zeke."

"Who- who's Zeke?" you ask Connie nervously as you hesitantly pass him the gift.

Connie wraps his arm around you and shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Just some crazy asshole who's got a fat crush on Levi?"

"Levi?"

"The boss," he nods. "Come on, let's go inside. This is going straight in my room!"

Not even halfway through the dining room of the house, Connie's mom runs right up to you and hugs you tight. "I'm so glad you could make it, Y/N! Just in time for some food, too!"

"Good to see you, too, Mrs. Springer," you smile.

Connie then calls over his friend and introduces you. You watch as they all look in your direction. You gaze across the crowd, trying to see if you can connect any names to these new faces when suddenly you spot a tall, brown-haired man that you immediately recognize. Your heart stops when you see him, but his expression remains blank.

After you're done being introduced as Connie's girlfriend right in front of your ex-fling, you make your rounds across the room and introduce yourself to most of the group- excluding Jean, of course.

You then take a breather and excuse yourself to the bathroom, but just as you get there, someone else's hand grabs the doorknob first. When you turn around you jump, seeing Jean way too close for comfort.

"Where the hell did you come from?" he asks bitterly.

"Uh, the car."

"That's not what I mean. I'm asking why you're here at this party," he continues.

"I'm with Connie, of course I'm going to show up," you scoff.

"I've known him for a hell of a lot longer than you. Get the hell out!" he whisper yells at you.

"I've got no interest in talking to you, Jean, so stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

"Sure, I don't have a problem with that, but," he begins, and only now do you notice that he looks extremely confused, "I know I know you from somewhere but I can't figure out from where?"

You groan as you slam open the door, hitting him square in the nose. "Fuck off," you sternly declare as you walk in and slam it shut.

JEAN'S P.O.V.

Shit, that girl is strong as hell. I think she broke my fucking nose, I think as I grip my nose for dear life. When I pull it away and see my fingers covered in blood, I turn around to go find some help. However, the second I do, I see Connie looking at me strangely.

"What the hell was that?" he asks.

"What was what?"

"Y/N doesn't usually act all angry like that," he begins as he steps closer to me, narrowing his eyebrows. "What were you trying to pull back here. Were you trying to get her alone for some reason?"

"Huh?! Nothing! I just thought I-"

Suddenly it hits me. How the hell could I have forgotten what was possibly the best sex of my life.

"Shit."

Connie still looks totally lost.

"I fucked your girlfriend," I accidentally say out loud.

Only a split second later he punches me in the face and it's lights out.

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*~Pieck’s Birthday post~*

Hi everyone ^^

For today (Aug 5th), I have prepared some piccrews of Pieck & the warriors to celebrate her birthday. Nothing too special, ik, but they’re really cute and I needed to share them :) hope you all like them!

First, we have a Pieck and Hange one bc we all know how much Hange obsessed over Pieck when she first met her (lmao) so in my mind, they became really good friends after Pieck got to know her better and stopped being creeped out by Hange’s overwhelming energy.

Now we have some Pikuani bc these two deserve SO MUCH MORE RECOGNITION🤧 -i also headcanon them as having a really close friendship that goes waaay back to the Marley Warrior training era-.

Next is Pokkopiku! ok now don’t kill me please BUT- i don’t ship them as a couple bc no🤪 but i do think their friendship is great and that they have a funny dynamic idk fjfkfkfkhkdlsk

Now, you guessed it. Zeke & Pieck’s turn :) they look really cute and are the only het ship i will ever accept, even though jikupiku is not my fav pieck ship. BUT THEY LOOK SO CUTE HERE BYE

Moving on, I wanted to make a really wholesome piccrew of pieck and gabi bc pieck and kids KILLS ME😭😭😭😭. She’s so nice to them and they really love her so obviously they’d want to wish her a really happy bday :)

Now the next ones are really cute because I found these piccrews in which you can customize up to 5 characters so i had to put the warriors in funny situations.

First we have, from left to right: Zeke, Annie, Pieck, Porco & my poor man Reiner (pls let him die already🙏) on a mission or something like that.

& second we have this one of Yelena and Porco carrying Pieck bc she didn’t want to walk anymore💀. It’s my fav, literally so cute. Like, Yelena is right there honorarily carrying out her duties as a wife and Porco is just annoyed bc he knows Pieck is lying but he just can’t leave her alone laying on the ground. It’s perfect. Pieck is def enjoying the moment.

AND OF COURSE, BESTIES, I saved the best for last. Yes. Pikulena because they’re my fav ship and the best wlws (read as wuluwus, idc) ever🤧. Obviously, i made like 4 and i like them all too much so here they are.

Happy Birthday, Pieck!~❣️

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #pieck #pieck finger #hange zoë #annie leonhardt #porco galliard #porco x pieck #zeke x pieck #zeke yeager #jikupiku #gabi braun #aot reiner #pikulena #pieck x yelena #yelena aot

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pleasantanathema · 4 years

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Revelations

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 death, violence enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (ohohoho we’re so hot on it now, just wait until the end of this one)

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Thank you so, so much to everyone who has left comments, screamed in reblog tags, and just encouraged me to create this story. I have never felt so much love for a fic in the time I’ve been writing.

This chapter reveals a lot, and it’s a little longer than the rest, but it’s for good reason- the end of this is one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Reiner’s apartment truly wasn’t much. You thought he’d been joking, perhaps was even being humble, but the small studio apartment was quite dismal. The walls were stark white, a few faded posters peeling off the wall from neglect, a couple of medals and trophies lining a small bookshelf that was bursting with paperbacks and notebooks. A simple bed with a royal blue comforter and overstuffed pillows, the most compact L-shaped couch in front of a tv, and a corner dominated by a desk with two monitors and stacks of documents, manila envelopes, and crates of papers crammed below.

A kitchenet that looked hardly used was tucked away in another corner, the entryway to a small bathroom right near it.

There was truly nothing worth looking twice at, save a handful of framed photos scattered around.

You’d taken it all in rather hurriedly, still out of breath from practically running through snowy alleyways, the developing snowstorm covering the land like fresh linen. There was a window near his bed, which you gravitated toward after kicking off your damp boots by the door. Not much a view, either. Just more desolate, brick buildings and a sorry looking street below.

He told you once that he didn’t grow up with much, and it unfortunately seemed like despite joining the ranks of the military, he was still left with close to nothing.

“What are we here for?”

He was busy toiling with the thermostat, thick fingers mashing against the heat button to try to warm the small box of an apartment.

“You won’t like it,” he grumbled, golden eyes glancing over to you with a tinge of regret painting his brow.

“Then why bring me?”

“Because you need to see it.”

You tucked your hands under your arms, the chill of the winter’s day finally settling into your bones.

You watched keenly as he shrugged off his snow laden jacket, hanging it by the door before promptly locking it. He seemed as out of breath as you were, nose red from the cold, hands shaking as he fumbled with his phone. You bit the inside of your cheek with impatience, a small flame of ire licking its way into your chest.

Bringing you out here could get you killed. He knew that, right? Of course he did, but he did it anyways. Surely this matter of seemingly great importance could’ve been fetched by one of his comrades. You hadn’t quite considered the danger leaving the headquarters could bring upon you until you were dashing through the streets, the heavy paw of Reiner’s hand squeezing around your wrist. At one point in time, he’d shoved you back down another corridor, shielding you with the size of his body as particular caravan of cars turned down the roadway. He seemed to fear any pair of government eyes spying you.

He always was so careless.

He was busy texting someone, still standing idle, lip worried between his teeth.

Must be the girl you ran into that’s giving him a headache. He probably thought he could slip out and back again without a soul noticing, without anyone giving him grievance, but that bright eyed little cousin of his had ruined that. She’d been so excited to see him; he probably hadn’t been to see his family quite a while, seeing that he was on guard duty after his last mission.

How many days had it been since you’d been here? You’d honestly lost track of time, your world feeling like it had been caught in a slow turn of molasses. A few seconds could feel like hours, days felt like minutes, every heartbeat felt like it could be your last. You tried to add it all up in your head, eyes closing as you replayed all the events that led to you standing in Reiner Braun’s home in Marley.

A week and a half, you surmised. But it could be a little more, a little less. You think you would have kept your eyes on the sun a little more acutely, seeing that you’d missed it rise and fall for at least two days when you were bound in that cell.

“Are you alright?”

For a moment, you thought you had spoken the words. You were thinking them, but he asked you instead.

“That’s a loaded question,” you looked back down to the street, catching the sight of a line of what appeared to be school children marching in tandem down the sidewalk, snow in their hair and happiness on their faces, “but for the moment, I’m okay.”

Reiner pulled his lips to the side, considering your words. Maybe it hadn’t dawned on him that you couldn’t have been in any state of ease since you’d been promptly abducted and plopped down in this new world to navigate.

“Are you alright?” You encored, observing how his worried thumbs were still fast against the screen.

“Have I ever been?”

You made at face at that reply, corners of your mouth turning down while your shoulders shrugged. Fair enough.

Though, for the first time, a bit of pity crept into your mind. Reiner didn’t really ask for this life, did he? He was doing whatever he could to get by, fallen rather inelegantly into the position of being sent to Paradis, and was now being handed you to watch over, presumably without his full consent. You were both pawns in this world, kings and rooks dominating the board and playing you both for fools.

Being a Scout hadn’t been your intention, either. You’d once had other dreams: college, a career, a family, but you’d been grandfathered into the role by your government working parents, and cemented into it when they’d died. You had nothing else to do, so you served. You served your country, your friends, but you also served yourself, using the role to keep your life afloat, even if it sometimes meant spilling the lifeblood of others, even if it meant sacrificing aspirations and settling. Though, you would admit that some rather beautiful things managed to bloom from the barren soil. Regrettably, those had all been left behind, washed away by tides you couldn’t control.

“I’m sorry,” Reiner grunted, sinking into the cushions of the couch, “she—she already opened her mouth. I’ve gotten Annie to settle things at HQ, but I imagine Chief is still furious.”

“Is it such a bad thing to take me out here? I mean, you could easily stop me if I tried to run away.”

“Could I?”

You debated his question. While you were quite nimble, you’d be like a rat in a maze trying to find a way out of this god forsaken place.

“If I let you,” you reasoned, a tinge of humor behind your words.

He smiled, all warm and soft, full lips parting. The realization that you hadn’t seen him smile in years pummeled into your chest like a heavy hand stealing from your lungs. It made the sorrow that much more palpable.

“For the record, Zeke is more upset I didn’t ask permission. He’s hellbent on his authority.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

You also pinpointed something else of note, a picture glinting on his nightstand catching your attention.

It resembled the same one you’d seen on Zeke’s desk, only now you could make out the faces. Reiner didn’t pay you any mind as you reached for the framed memory, plucking it from its home, dust from the back of it staining your fingers.

A red booth housed five familiar faces, all grinning over half-drank pints of beer. Their arms were interlocked around each other’s shoulders, all the men young and handsome, Reiner and Bertholdt even more youthful than when they’d first walked through the doors of the Scout Office. Then there was Zeke seated next to Porco, the latter in that green jacket you’d seen him in earlier. But your eyes were set on a face you’d never thought you’d see again, a face that possessed the very recesses of your mind, only appearing late at night when you’d see it in corners, catch it lingering behind your eyelids. He was attractive, appeared personable, messy dark hair and distinct brow that matched the boy next to him.

“Reiner…” you whispered, still unmoving from your spot between the bed and the window pane, “who is this?”

He peered over his shoulder, any hint of a smile now vanished like etchings being erased from a page.

“You don’t recognize him?”

Him, a photo full of faces, and he knew who you were asking about. He’d probably stared too long at the ghost himself. You wondered if he ever placed the frame down at night to sleep better; you would have, if you’d killed someone you cared about.

“You know I do.”

Reiner held his hand out, long arm stretched across the back of the couch. You finally talked your feet into moving, shuffling across the hardwood as you placed the offending item into his upturned palm.

Then, you sat next to him, your knees bumping together as you tried to analyze the emotions stirring within. You couldn’t quite place any of them—Regret? Fear? Curiosity? Sadness? But they were quelled when Reiner placed his hand on your twitching thigh, pressing that anxiousness away for a moment.

“Marcel Galliard, Porco’s older brother.”

Your lips parted, both of your attentions centered on the souvenir held between you.

“It was his birthday, and we hadn’t had the chance to celebrate mine and Zeke’s yet either, so we all went out for drinks. I unfortunately don’t remember much from that night, but I remember being…happy, content.”

“Why’d you do it?” you asked it a little quickly, “why would you…save me, not him?”

“I told you, some things I don’t have a choice about.”

“But you—you could’ve said he killed me and got away, right? You did have a choice.”

You saw how his jaw clenched, muscles in his cheek flexing.

“I don’t know.” Agony lined his voice, the words soft, hushed.

That situation was something you both thought about far too often than you’d like to admit, a late-night mulling that never led to conversation.

“I’m sorry.” You took the photo away, placed it face down on the coffee table.

“Don’t be. We can’t change the past,” he said solemnly.

You could, however, lament it. Which is something you did perhaps too often.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Reiner wasn’t ready for what was to come. He knew he never would be, which is why he threw precaution to the wind and decided to lay his cards on the table now.

He had to pick a side. Even if these wars didn’t truly concern him, even if the fate of countries ultimately didn’t matter to his conscious, you did—you mattered, he mattered, and he had to start thinking about things on a smaller scale.

He wanted to go back to Paradis. He practically yearned to go back in time, to return to a place where being Eldian didn’t matter, where his status didn’t matter, where he could remake himself into something new. If it hadn’t been for his binds connecting him to Marley, he could’ve actually seen hope instead of sorrow on the horizon. He could never seem to cut the vines, could never actually get away from the people controlling his life.

But now, now he saw an out, and it was with you. When this cataclysm first happened, all he wanted was for you to be dead, for you to go away and leave him and his miseries alone to rot and wither. Being with you, however, reminded him of a life he could have. He just had to make it happen, he had to start molding his own clay, had to keep bearing the weight of the world like the weary Atlas until he could find a way to make it turn in his favor.

He was tired of wishing for death.

Which is why he had to bring you here and why he would handle the consequences that were waiting in the distance.

You might not be very helpful to Marley, but he could be of use to Paradis.

“I believe you,” he hadn’t noticed he was still touching you, fingers gripping onto your leg like a lifeline, “about Zeke. I believe you because I—we, Pieck, Annie, Bertie—we know he’s up to something beyond what he tells us and the generals. He is working with someone in Paradis. We don’t know who, but we do think we know what for.”

“Oh my god…oh my god. Why didn’t you—”

“You think I can just fucking say that when anyone could be outside my door listening?”

“I thought you said I wouldn’t like what you have to show me.”

He noticed how your shoulders relaxed, like you’d been holding in tension for far too long.

“That’s not…I have something else for you.”

He didn’t move just yet, not quite ready to actually set this all in motion.

This all hinged on you. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew you quite well; of course, that was the you of four years ago. The you he had next to him now was older, scarred, burdened, but he still felt that same magnetic pull to you that he could never explain. He was just a moon consigned to orbit you, to be connected to you even when neither of you desired the attachment.

He knew you were going to be upset, livid; his skin was already prickled at the thought of how you would possibly punch him if when you read what he had to give.

At least you always looked pretty when you were angry.

He could still remember how Jean had cowered undeath his desk when you’d stomped into the office after discovering he’d used the branch’s own money to play in a high-stakes poker game while undercover. He’d been fishing for information on the elites, found himself tipsy, and then found himself on the receiving end of your fury. The only thing that stopped your yelling was Erwin, who, for personal reasons, didn’t want any fuss made over government money being gambled away.

Erwin. He’d never cared for how close you were to him.

Reiner finally stood, expecting you to sit and wait, but you were following him like a shadow, small hand wrapped around his forearm as he moved to his computer. When he sat down, that hand moved up to his shoulder, your fingers squeezing into his muscle with encouragement. It didn’t really put him at ease.

He turned the desktop on, the monitor flashing to life. He typed in his password quickly, then went searching for that folder he’d kept hidden away so he’d never bother to look at it again.

“Hand me one of those,” he nodded his head in the direction of a small container of flash drives on the other side of his desk. You plucked one out of its resting spot and went ahead and placed it into the port on the computer. He knew you wouldn’t question why had so many on hand—you both knew how it all worked, you both kept important documents that had to be shuffled around digitally.

Familiar names lined the inside of the folder, ones he’d once tried to forget. He heard you suck in a quick breath and took a moment to look up at you. Your brow was set, tongue obviously caught between your teeth to keep yourself from saying anything.

This was his job. He was in charge of keeping tabs on The Scouts, he was the one who fed Marley all the information they could. Well, almost all of it.

“These are files I never gave over. They’re yours now. I never gave Marley everything they wanted I…I thought I was protecting you. There’s also a few files on Zeke that Pieck created in here, too.”

You both watched as he copied the folder over to the flash drive, one by one the names and dates slowly dropping into a new safe place for them.

He touched your waist, signaling you to step back. He rolled his chair out, ducking under the desk for a split moment to gather a box of the printed documents he had actually handed over; the action was a mistake.

You were leaned over him in an instant, hand clutching and moving the mouse so quickly it scraped against the desk. He attempted to reach up and stop you, but he paused—there were still bruises on your wrist, on your fingers, faded watercolors of surviving pain. He’d gripped your hand, your wrists, all day, why hadn’t you stopped him?

He already knew which file you opened; he didn’t need to look. But he did anyways, moving the crate to the side and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest. His poor heart felt like it was going to burst.

Marco Bott’s face filled part of the screen, all sweet and freckled like he remembered. Those kind eyes were looking straight at him, judging him. Reiner was just waiting, he knew what was said in there, he wrote it all, still recalled how puffy his eyes were when he did it, how much he regretted it.

There was a pregnant pause, one so heavy he felt like he was being crushed.

This all hinged on you. He needed you to help him, needed you to help you.

“I fucking knew it.”

He was already flinching, shrinking. He watched the screen scroll, the black letters and white spaces all a blur.

“Threat eliminated by gunfire, killed by organized crime members after…” you hesitated, eyes dancing as you reread the words, “after his gear was removed to ensure death.”

He was on his feet before you could hit him, backing away from your clenched fists, chair rolling to be forgotten in the corner.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

Each word came with a step toward him. He was running out of space, nearly tripping over the edge of the couch as you encroached upon him.

“What did you do?” Your voice was getting louder, pain written across your face like he’d just stabbed you. “You told me there was no fucking truth about Marco!”

“There isn’t! Marco’s dead, there’s no changing—”

“There’s no changing the past,” you mocked his words, venom dripping from your tongue.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Your blood was boiling, wrath itching between your fingers.

You were going to kill him. You were going to wind your fists around his neck and watch the life drain slowly from his eyes like he fucking deserved.

You couldn’t believe you’d let you guard down, that you’d started to trust him. You always knew something had gone awry the night Marco died. He’d been slaughtered, ransacked with bullet holes across his body. It was like he had been dropped into the line of fire, dangled out like a piece of meat to be eaten alive.

And he didn’t have his gear, that’s what stumped everyone looking into the mess of it all. It was like he had walked in unprepared, like a boy on a suicide mission walking straight to his death. Thirty-six bullets and even more empty, splattered holes littered had riddled his corpse. Jean had fallen to his knees. Connie didn’t speak for a week. Sasha didn’t eat for days.

Because of Reiner’s decision, that man suffered, you all mourned, and you felt like you most of all had let him down. Marco had been your protégé, you’d taught him everything he knew, and that was the first mission he was allowed to go on after his training. You’d been tailing a rather violent gang, found their hideout, and were infiltrating for arrests and to see what was inside. Marco had been paired with Reiner and Bertholdt to lead the first wave of infiltration, while you and the rest waited for the signal to rush the back doors to the run-down ranch not far out of the city of Trost. They’d been up ahead by the barn that was sandwiched between stables.

But your signal turned to sounds of gunfire. You could still hear it echoing in your ears as you approached Reiner. The sounds of metal clicking, of repeated blasts from automatic weapons ringing across the hillsides like single note windchimes in a raging storm.

“Tell me why.”

Your fingers were digging into his shirt before you could stop yourself, the threads of the worn Henley threatening to rip from your nails sinking into it. You could actually feel his heart beat against his chest, a frightened bird trying to flee his ribcage.

When he didn’t speak right away, your anger flared, made you shove him back against the wall with all your might. It made your arms hurt, like you’d just slammed your hands against brick, a sharp pain that made you hiss.

“He overheard us—”

“Overheard what?”

You could tell he was getting a little infuriated as well, nostrils flaring as he looked down his nose at you. It must look funny, you pressing him against the wall of his own apartment. Reiner was nearly twice your size—he was bigger than most people, and he towered over you like a looming threat.

“Let me fucking finish,” he took a deep breath, eyes nearly glazing over, “He overheard Bertie and I talking about how we should relay the details of that gang, of organized crime in general, to Marley. We—we hadn’t had time to talk alone since we’d been prepping that shit for days. We didn’t know Marco followed us around to that side of the rooftop.”

“That’s it? He heard you whispering little secrets and you killed him for it?”

One of the buttons near the neckline of his shirt popped as your knuckles dug deeper into the fabric.

“He literally heard us say that we needed to find a time to call General Magath of Marley. If he lived and told someone that—,” his breath caught for a moment when one of your nails started to pierce his skin, “it would have compromised our entire mission. We’d been there for three years, and he could’ve ruined it all.”

You were at your breaking point. You could feel that terrible heat that comes with sadness creeping up your neck, snaking around to your cheeks. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cry. All this time, all this time spent wondering why, and this was why he had to die?

Killing wasn’t unusual in your life. It was part of the job, something you’d unfortunately had to do on a few occasions. You knew those strangers who ate your bullets or your knife had families, that they were people too, but most of them were monsters, thieves, rapists, threats to the corrupted balance of the governmental structure. But Marco…he was like family, and finding his limp, almost unrecognizable body had sent even the most hardened veterans into despair. Levi took off from work the next day; the only time he had ever missed a day on the job.

“Tell me how!” You truly didn’t mean to scream it, but the emotions raging in your stomach, your chest, it all ached too much.

“Be quiet, I have neighbors—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your god damn neighbors, Reiner!”

He finally moved then, his once idle hand now jerking up to your face to fiercely hold your cheeks beneath his fingers. You tried to smack his hand away, your own fingers digging and tugging at his wrist.

“Letme-go!” Your words were jumbled, your open mouth allowing his fingers to press your cheeks in between your teeth.

“You have to be fucking quiet,” he hissed, a whole new light shining in his eyes, a familiar rage you had seen when you’d fought against him the day Paradis was invaded. The reality of how large he was sunk in again; he looked like a vengeful god peering down at you, all hot-blooded and incensed.

You thought for a moment he wouldn’t hurt you, but then you remembered he already had. He had the inclination to be just as cruel as you could be.

His fingers stayed firm against your cheeks, holding you like he was daring you to speak again.

“Tellmehow,” you managed to spit out, wincing when he took the leverage he had on your face and used it to shove you back. You stumbled, banging into the side of the couch as you rubbed at the sore flesh of your mouth.

But he was unmoving, back straight against the wall, a statue built on the foundation of wrath and agony, waiting to crack and fall onto you if you made the wrong move.

“We knew their guards were patrolling. Bertholdt covered his mouth while I stripped him of his equipment, of his guns, and I pushed him off the roof and into their sight.”

He said it so calmly that it made you sick. But that was a reality he had to live with every day, wasn’t it? He had to replay in his mind over and over again that he had done such a vile thing, he had to justify it else it would eat him alive.

Your tears were hot, but contained, your lashes blinking them aside as you just stared at him. You opened your mouth to scream at him, you were so ready to spew hatred and let it burn him, but he was quicker than you.

With one step, he was on you, your hair wrapped in his fast as he wrenched your head to the side, smarting your scalp to silence you.

“Marco’s dead, and I’m sorry for it. You fucking screaming will do nothing but have the assholes who live below me calling the authorities and you’ll find yourself in a much worse prison than before.”

You didn’t like how he was right. Still, you glared up at him, brows pinched together in pain.

It felt like you’d merged into him, those rapid hearts within your chests suddenly beating as one with the same suffering, the same torment. You both had to live with the poor reality of your lives; you were killers, you were monsters too.

You were too close to him, could smell the heat of his skin, could feel his breath against your sore cheeks. Your hands were flat against his chest, trapped between you, his arm an anchor as it tugged at the roots of your hair, keeping your face turned towards his.

You couldn’t help but look at him, there was nowhere else to focus, only on him. It was like you could see the pages of a book open across his face, wretchedness and anguish painted in broad strokes in the fair wrinkles around his eyes, in the curve of his brow. It was beauty and pain bleeding together, the amber color of his eyes swirling as he searched your own face like he was looking for something. What would he find hidden behind your own grief?

“I hate you,” you whispered, breath long gone.

“I know.”

“And I’ll never forgive you.”

It was like he was moving closer, the time you were losing now completely stopped, frozen between your bodies.

“Don’t want forgiveness,” he caught your whisper and gave it back, “just judgement.”

His lips met yours with a bruising fervor.

The hand in your hair flexed, pulled you closer, made you gasp as your hands slid up his chest. Your fingers found his rumbling throat, and in the back of your mind, you recalled how just moments ago you were waiting to snatch the life from his neck. You felt his pulse beating beneath your thumb, a war drum beating hot and fast in his veins. Your mouth was moving against his, eyes closed, suddenly greedy and hungry; for what, you didn’t know. All you did know was that this felt so wrong, like you’d taken a misstep and landed right into the lion’s lap, but that it also felt like absolution, like he was devouring your sins and taking them for his own.

Your mouth slanted for him, a hum resounding from both your throats as you fell into this new, strange rhythm. You’d thought about it before, kissing him like this, feeling those plush lips against yours, angry and hot and needy. You cherished the taste of him, like a dark, rich wine filling up your mouth, spilling over and enveloping your senses. Your tongue tempted him to open his lips, to let you in. There was no hesitation.

His other hand found your hip, fingers mean and pulling you impossibly closer. Your palms drifted up from his neck, found his face, thumbs smoothing over cheekbones. You could feel the soft hairs of his cheeks, his chin, sweeping against your skin. It all felt too good, like you were getting lost, delirium taking over. Nothing else mattered anymore, just the gratification of tasting his emotions, of taking his groans into your mouth and echoing them back. You pressed harder into him, kept your tongue tangled with his, noses brushing as you found new beats to your rhythm.

It was wicked, sinful, something your heart was pleading for and your mind screaming out against. But you couldn’t stop. You didn’t stop. It was as if you kissed for as long as you’d known each other. Every year passed by, every regret, every sharp turn of your tongues against one another, all the hurt and longing, placed into one moment of your bodies finding one another.

When the heat began to die, you were both still stroking the flames, deep, languid kisses turned into smaller presses of your lips against one another. It was intoxicating and you felt so drunk, so, so drunk off of him.

There was a stillness between you, like the gentle sigh and breaths of the world as it awoke to the morning sun when you finally stopped. A lulling peacefulness lingered in the wake of what you’d done.

His hands were still on your body, in your hair, looser now. Yours were still on his face when your eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, lips plump, wet.

“I know.”

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Zeke and Reiner birthday collab!! It was supposed to be longer but my sens of organisations is close to zero so I was late as usual @saccharine-darling collab!!!

4K words, smut ahead (but not that much lol)

Warning: reader is low-key cheating, semi public sex maybe angst too idk….

Perhaps the sun, always glorious and a harbinger of delight and bliss, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its obscurity brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

On a bright day when everything seemed dark, questioning your relationship with Reiner, you met him, Zeke Yeager, like a light among the stars, like the moon eclipsing the sun for a mere moment, but maybe long enough to forget about how bright the sun used to shine.

—LUNAR ECLIPSE—

A single tiny piece of sunshine that seemed to escape from the firmament to find refuge, a curtain slightly ajar so that the darkness did not take over the whole room and one side of the bed unmade, the grey cotton sheets crumpled as usual, as they have been every morning for several months now. It was all these little details, in addition to your noisy alarm clock, the passers-by and the cars in the city streets, that brought you out of your long and sweet reverie, the one that allowed you to escape from your daily life, which was morose, to say the least.

You gathered up what courage you had left and got up after stretching your numb limbs from the awkward position you had been in while sleeping. Walking a few steps to reach the window, you opened the shutters and curtains to finally let the sweet sunshine into the sad room, which needed it. Although you had no desire to see him again, your stomach was just rumbling with anticipation of anything that might fill it. So you opened the white wooden door, turned the gold handle, and headed for the main room of your little flat.

"Morning." You greeted with a sigh before opening one of the small doors in the wall shelves to pick up a black patterned mug into which you poured coffee straight from the coffee pot.

"Hm." The short-haired man simply replied without even bothering to look in your direction, as if he didn't care about your presence anymore.

You didn't even care, you'd taught your heart not to feel bruised by every loveless move he made. He just couldn't stand you anymore, he didn't love you like he used to. You don't know what changed, what you could have done to make your sweet and loving boyfriend suddenly change his behaviour.. The idea that he had met someone else had crossed your mind more than once, but you didn't even dare ask him; you were frightened of the answer he might address you. Despite his silence, you never stopped loving him and it hurt you deeply that he could have gone to someone else, another girl, maybe more beautiful, funnier... It's all these questions that have little by little pushed you away from him in your turn.

"Did you sleep well? It was hot last night and I had a little trouble falling asleep.” But you tried to talk to him, no matter what, you always found something to say to try to reconnect with the man you loved.

With the summer, the heat and the sun, he had even more excuses to go out at all hours of the day so you had even less opportunity to see him. At times you can't help but think back to the days when you would jump into his arms as soon as you heard his keys turn in the front door lock, when you would spend the evening in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings. You think back on those moments with great melancholy, you don't even feel like the same man anymore.

“Yeah.” Once again, he didn't look at you; his head was turned towards the television, which was showing a programme even more boring than the questions you were asking him to break the ice. Slumped on the sofa, his left leg stretched out and the other bent; you sat down next to him and put your cup on the living room’s small coffee table.

"We could go out today, don't you think? I miss when we used to go for walks in the city Reiner." You asked, your eyes on him, and thankfully you noticed a small movement in his regard as if in a second he had recalled happy memories, memories where everything still seemed perfect.

"I...I already have stuff planned." He replied after a short moment, his gaze still evasive.

"Oh...Okay." You simply answered, not wanting to annoy him longer, maybe that was the reason; you were too much on his back, you were asking for too much attention...

Silently sipping your coffee, you pondered for a moment, your mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of communicating to yourself, you made your settlement. You were going to go out without him, you didn’t need him for everything. It had been weeks since you had been out with just yourself and you were beginning to miss it; when you officially moved in with him, away from your family, you lost touch with many of your friends so it was high time to meet new people and have some fun for once.

So the day passed, the noon and then the afternoon; you had decided to go out at night to appreciate everything even better, the big lights on the main boulevard, itself filled with people dancing -contrasting with their morose faces of the day-, the bars full of life, the stars overhanging the sky and giving it a bit of light in its solitary gloom...Everything seemed more beautiful once the sun was down. Perhaps the sun, always bright and a harbinger of delight and hapiness, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its night brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

Using your phone, you took down the address of a bar in your town that you had spotted earlier on one of your walks. It was quite big but seemed to be a bit of an upmarket bar, given the prices of the drinks. But you didn't give up, it was your night out, all to yourself and it didn't matter if you ended up broke, you wanted to have fun for once.

So when night fell, you put on your best evening dress, a short black dress, hugging your body to perfection without being too tight, and your pumps of the same colour - a little high and uncomfortable, but that would be a problem for later -. And of course, you took forever to make yourself beautiful in the bathroom, make-up, eyebrows, nails... Who knows, maybe you were going to meet someone, or maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, you wished Reiner would see you like this, that he would fall in love with you again like he did a few years before when he saw you at that campus party. You would have liked him to compliment you, to ask you to stay home, or even to ask you out instead; but none of that; he was already off somewhere while you were primping in the next room.

Turning the key in the lock of the front door, you then went down the stairs quickly - trying not to fall with your impractical high heels - and went to the taxi you had ordered beforehand because, although the bar was not far away, you were still a woman in a short dress at night and you didn't want to put your life in danger. Once in the car, the driver began to drive carefully, exchanging a word or two with you so that the journey would not be too boring.

"So, a girls' night out? It's a beautiful day right now, even at night, you're lucky to see the stars in the city, with the pollution, not everyone gets to see them so often." The man says to you, hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead, preparing to brake at the red light.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm going out to have some fun." You simply replied to the white-haired, long-bearded widow with the same unkempt light colour.

"In my day, me and my friends used to run out of bars, unpaid!" He recalled with a smile as he looked at you through the car window to look at your smiling face, too. "So if you need me to wait for you outside the bar so you can escape, don't hesitate, the police have never caught me...yet."

"It's going to be hard for me to run around with these things on my feet...but I'll make a note, the prices are outrageous." You replied to his somewhat amusing remark.

The car had been driving for several minutes now and you saw the front of the bar, so the driver pulled over and waited for you to give him the money for the fare, which you said after digging into your wallet for a few seconds.

“Take care of yourself miss” He finally said before rolling up the driver's side window and leaving.

You breathed out a deep breath before crossing the street that separated you from the place. It was, like all the other signs of this kind, much more animated at this hour and more beautiful too. Its many lights of all colours and the people who surrounded it, some outside to smoke or drink and others, inside laughing with friends, that you could see between the half-open doors... All this gave an astonishing charm to this place.

Your legs a little shaky with hesitation, you finally entered, putting your hands on one of the glass doors to push it open slightly to give yourself more room to pass. You quickly made your way to the bar at the far right of the large room. To avoid people who had already had too much to drink, you stayed close to the walls, walking quickly along them to wait for the right place. Although your steps went in one direction, your eyes, curious as they are, turned towards the dance floor and the other people present. They seemed so happy, full of life, smiling, dancing... You wondered immediately if, like you, their lives were not a reflection of their current emotions, if, like you, they woke up in the morning, sad with the feeling that their lives are meaningless. They seem so happy at the time, but are they really happy once the sun rises, once the bar lights go out?

You took a seat on one of the leather stools placed at the counter, waiting for a waiter to ask you what you wanted to order. A simple whisky, that's what you took when the waiter came towards you.

Sipping your drink -or rather the second one, as you had swallowed the first one in record time-, you continued to look at the others, indefinitely, when you heard a voice break your precious silence; it was the bar's waiter once again but this, this time he was holding a small plate with two drinks on it.

"Excuse me, here," he placed two more glasses of whiskey in front of you, "The man over there paid for you." He nodded towards another part of the room to your puzzled look. In the distance, there was a group of men who looked like businessmen, from the black suits they were still wearing. You didn't know which man he was talking about, there were several of them; two with blond hair, one who looked very effeminate and the other with glasses and a beard; a dark-skinned man with closely shaved hair and finally a dark-haired man who seemed to be smaller in stature, especially compared to one of the blond men beside him.

You turned back your head to its original position, a little smile on your face, proud that your charm was still working, and what's more, on a man who seemed rather attractive - because, even if you didn't know which man the drink came from, the four of them were rather to your liking -

"Is this seat taken?" A deep yet soft voice suddenly asked, taking you out of your reverie.

You turned towards the noise you had just heard and noticed that a young man, about your age or maybe older, was pointing with his index finger at the chair next to yours. He was one of the guys you just saw some minutes prior, one of the blonde, the one with the beard and the round silver glasses.

“Oh...No. No, it’s not, you can take it,” you answered as naturally as possible, with a smile that had not yet left your lips. The unamed man said before sitting on the chair at your right, he had a cup in his hand, half empty.

“So...What a girl like you is doing here..” he leaned over a little to look at the other vacant seat on your left. “...all by herself?”

"Oh well, I was supposed to come with someone but they dropped me... so I preferred to come alone." you replied honestly, your eyes looking into his.

"He doesn't know what he's missing then." He added with a small smile and a discreet wink.

Although the man was attractive, you weren't used to that anymore; going out to bars, being accosted…Since you were with Reiner, you had developed the habit of always replying negatively to the advances of men. But at the moment everything was racing through your brain, you didn't even know what he was doing tonight and he didn't even bother to ask you where you were going, as if he didn't care anymore.

To have fun. That was the promise you made to yourself, and you decided to keep it.

"Zeke, nice to meet you. "You finally told him after he asked your name and, of course, you asked his in return.

Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was the sense of freedom you hadn't had the pleasure of feeling in months, but for some reason you'd ended up chatting with him for hours. You knew that time was passing, thanks to the waiter's digital watch that lit up every time he lifted his arm to look for a bottle up high, your eyes were directed straight to the sudden glimpse of light in the darkness.

He offered to dance, which you refused, for fear that your heels would give out under your inexperienced movements - or maybe those embarrassing movements were the real reason - and then he offered you something else, something a little daring, maybe even too daring for the short time you'd both been sitting at the bar.

You accepted, without even considering too much, maybe you should have? or maybe the adrenaline and the alcohol in your veins spoke for you. This man had appeared like lightning in the middle of a storm, the moon in the middle of a sky devoid of light. In other words, he was there at the right time.

So there you were, without really knowing how or why, sitting on the edge of one of the sinks in the bar's toilets, your dress somewhat raised so that your skin could come into contact with the cold surface of the piece of furniture, your legs spread -it was almost pathetic- and his hands placed on your half-opened thighs, rough hands, large and painted with several blue veins, contrasting with his rather light skin and which gave in spite of themselves a little colour to his light skin.

"Are you sure no one will come and disturb us here?" You asked, putting your hands on his chest, still dressed, although he had removed his black blazer. Only a white shirt prevented you from coming into direct contact with his skin, the one you wanted so much, now.

"Don't worry...just relax, okay?" He moved closer to you and placed a soft kiss on your neck that made your eyelids close almost instantly.

His lips began to move freely over your face and chest, as if they couldn't decide where to land. His arms were still wrapped around you, moving around your back, catching the fabric of your dress at times, as if to bring you closer to him.

While your eyelids were still closed, your ears were attentive to every little sound in the room, as if they were ready to inform your body of someone's arrival or, as was the case now, to hear the zip of his trousers being quickly undone.

"Are you sure?" You felt his warm breath next to your ears, as if he were telling you a well-kept secret.

"I'm sure." You retorted, ready to submit to one of the cardinal sins. Although, you would have much preferred that he took you home, for comfort, at least.

You felt his long, hot member between your thighs, with a long sigh of your own. He was already hard as a rock, and you wet as the ocean, for a flash of a second you wondered if this was his intention all along and if he had noticed you as soon as you stepped into that bar and then, a little heat growing in your crotch made you forget about this useless questioning.

You tried not to be too blatant, but as his pelvic thrusts got more profound and faster, you couldn't stop a few moans from escaping your lips.

"Fuck...a body like that.." He commented, using two of his fingers to push the fabric of the neckline of your dress and expose one of your breasts to the air.

"Zeke..." You moaned languidly as he continued his back and forth.

"What? You don't agree maybe? Look at you." He questioned, though his question was mostly rhetorical at this point because yes, indeed, you had noticed what a disadvantageous position you were in. "Poor girl... so desperate, I almost feel sorry for you, you know"

Then he stopped for a moment and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down from the sink where your feet did not touch the floor. He turned you, a little violently, and pressed your belly against the surface of the sink, allowing him to have a full view of everything below, which, as you could imagine, he was most interested in.

He kept his burning hands on your hips - you could feel it even through the lmere piece of tissue that separated your skin from his - to help his pelvis move even harder, which released even more little moans from you, trying as hard as you could to muffle them with the palm of your hand, though it was more than futile.

"I'm almost there...Fuck you feel amazing..." he groaned in a hoarse voice, his movements becoming more and more tired but still rough, as if he wanted to get it over with quickly.

With all the alcohol you'd ingested -which you weren't really used to doing anymore- your envy was even bigger than usual but, strangely, your pleasure wasmore distant, as if each movement was taking you further away from the orgasm. But you didn't give up, your lower body was still on fire, as if insatiable, never satiated - although the fingers he placed on your clitoris helped a little with that -

With a final grunt from him and a long moan from you, your mutual pleasure finally came to an end. And suddenly all your senses came back to you; you felt his hips pressed against you, his hands roaming over your half-dressed body, the surface of the washbasin which was no longer really cold thanks to your own warmth, the air conditioning of the toilet which didn't even have a window and finally, the dimmed lights of the room.

He withdrew from you after a few seconds -or maybe a few minutes, you didn't even know anymore-, removed the soiled condom he had put on beforehand and wrapped it in paper before throwing it precautiously in the trash. Returning to you a moment later, he pulled up the black lace lingerie that had been left on one of your calves and pulled your dress back on, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, in stark contrast to his rough actions earlier.

Once out of the toilet, under the innocent gaze of the other customers, he proposed to you, leaning against the wall near the exit, to meet him the next day, at an address he had given you, that of his flat. Should you? You had felt so good a few minutes before, but now that you had regained your senses, everything was confused. Sure he was charismatic, quite funny and cultured but Reiner couldn't leave your consciousness so easily, you had been through so much with him, you couldn't leave him after just one night with another man.

But you accepted. You were not committed to anything, you had only given him your name; you would have the whole day to think quietly, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and with less alcohol flowing through your veins.

So after a simple kiss on your cheek, he called you a taxi and even opened the door for you, wishing you a good night. The ride was short, you didn't even think about him for a second but only about Morpheus, who seemed to be screaming your name, your comfortable bed was the only thing you craved now.

***

Just a tiny bit of sunlight sticking out of the door, one hand on the handle and the other on your purse, a great gulp of air escaping from your lungs and finally, the guilt that took over your mind suddenly, once the door was open.

What the fuck had you done.

The blond boy with the marked facial features was there, lying on the couch, his body covered by one of your blankets and, in his sleeping hand, his phone still open on the messaging application where you could read your name. You turned on your phone, something you hadn't done all evening.

"Where are you? You're not home." Please come back home I have a surprise for you. "Hey?" "Please tell me that you're okay at least. "I love you." "Sorry"

You were confused, it had been a long time since he had stopped sending you such messages, words that seemed to indicate his attachment to you. So you turned on one of the lamps in the living room to get a better look, because the light from the television wasn't bright enough to illuminate the whole room.

A table covered with a red tablecloth with small decorative patterns, a large candle in the centre, which had once been lit by the dripping wax but was now out and cold, two plates and cutlery, one full and one half eaten, and to top it all off, your old friend the Guilt, who was just whispering maliciously in your ears.

"You're back..."

At the sound of the still sleeping little voice, your eyes suddenly widened and your body felt heavy now, as if your legs were going to give out under your weight. But you turned back to him, not looking at all. He looked tired and was dressed in his pyjamas, a simple white tank top with grey shorts.

"Oh hi." You replied simply, a little confused by the situation.

He walked towards you, with a shy smile on his face, like a child trying to get close to a wild animal that might run away at any moment.

"I wanted to... "He looked down at your outfit and his gaze shifted for a moment, as if he'd just realised you'd spent the night away from home and, as he knew you didn't really have any friends here, that you'd spent it out there alone. But he didn't say a word and continued, "I wanted to apologise. I've been a shit to you and I know that. I'm so sorry, I know you deserve better, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

You frowned and opened your mouth, letting fresh air enter between your lips. Reiner probably read the confused and shocked expression on your face, so he continued.

"I had so much on my mind right now, you know, I feel so bad. I would do anything for you..I..I don't know...I should have told you about it my love I'm sorry." You saw a tear escape from his right eye, almost reaching his rosy cheek before he wiped it away with his hand, "Maybe we could try again?" with his fragile fingers, he took you by the hand and looked you straight in the eyes. "Please, I love you so much."

You should have been happy. You should have jumped into his arms, told him that all was forgiven, promised him a bright future, put your lips against his. But you were as if frozen, like a criminal before the police, like a slow prey before its fast predator.

So you stood there, forcing a small smile that on the surface said 'all is well' but in reality depicted your unhappiness even more than the tears. He responded to your smile, wrapping his warm arms around you, as you had so dreamed of, as you would have loved this very morning.

You couldn't even think straight. Had he planned all this for you? That's why he didn't want to go out. And you had gone elsewhere, while all he could think about was you, all he could think about was making things right.

Lying. It was the only solution. You wouldn't see Zeke again tomorrow, you would forget him, this evening would be a distant memory, like a dream so realistic that you would almost forget that it had never happened.

Like the moon on an eclipse day, it had hidden the sun, almost making you forget its beauty and warmth, temporarily providing some comfort in the dark night that the luminous orb had caused when it suddenly left.

It was tears that lulled you that night, under the mocking eye of the moon.

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