#bertolt fluff

[levithestripper]

part two of how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you

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warnings: gender-neutral reader, marco lives! au, marcel lives! au, suggestive in some areas.

included characters: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, marco bodt, connie springer, bertolt hoover, and porco galliard.

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part one || part two [you're here!]

request: [anon] Would you be willing to do another part of "how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you" but with gn!reader winning this time. Maybe it's luck, maybe they cheated (tickles ? Unfair move?), or one time vicrory only ? If you're up for it of course ! Loved it :>

a/n: i loved writing a part two of this for you, nonnie! i hope it's everything you wanted :) if you guys have any other requests for hcs, please send them my way! i find the guys easier to write, so i just did them! and if i didn't include one, it's probably bc the reader already won in p1 or i couldn't think of a scenario for them. if you want me to write for the ones i left out just lemme know :) sorry it took almost a year for me to get to this lmao.

— Eren Yeager

As much as Eren likes to show off and impress you, he still takes training seriously. If he doesn’t take it seriously, how will he get strong enough to achieve his goals? He has gotten rather good at the basics of it, but he still has a lot to polish and work on, just like you, so it makes you two a good pairing. Eren has the wooden prop knife this round, and he’s winning so far. Every time you lunged at him, he’d dodge out of the way, leaving you out of breath and frustrated. You’re all for winning fair and square, but in this instance, you’re not afraid to play dirty to get what you’re after.

“Hey, Eren!” you call out to him, a conniving look spreading across your face. 

He raises an eyebrow at you with suspicion. “What is it?” He stalks you, circling you slowly, watching your every move.

You circle him as well, walking sideways, legs crossing each other. “I heard about your most recent spat with Jean the other day.” Eren doesn’t respond, so you continue with your little scheme. “Connie told me Jean decked you right in the face, giving you a black eye.” You watch as Eren touches his black and blue cheekbone with his free hand. “‘Parently you lost,” you snark. 

“I did not lose to that horse face!” Eren yells at you, gritting his teeth. “Mikasa pulled me off of him before I could defend myself! You know she always does that!”

You smirk at him. He had fallen into your trap, hook, line, and sinker. “Oh yeah? That’s not how Connie told it. He told me—well, told everyone, really—that you laid there and let him win.” You know your boyfriend well, saying the exact things guaranteed to make him snap. “Maybe Jean is better than you at sparring, too.”

That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. Eren charges at you with all his strength, yelling as he does, giving you precisely what you want. Sidestepping him and sticking out your foot, Eren unceremoniously trips and faceplants in the dirt with a groan. Smugly, you crouch down to pluck the knife from Eren’s grasp. “I win, Ren.”

“Fuck you,” he groans, still facefirst in the dirt. 

You sit crisscross beside him, your expression a mix of a smile and a smirk. “Maybe later.”

Eren looks up at you out of the corner of his eye. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you tease, giggling. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” Eren’s voice has no malice behind it as he sits up., rubbing the dirt and blood off his face. A rock must’ve scraped him when he fell. You’ll never admit it, but he looks hot with blood trickling down his forehead.

You kiss his dirtied cheek with a soft giggle. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A faint dusting of blush reddened Eren’s already ruddy face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Regardless, he returns the gesture, kissing the tip of your nose. 

— Armin Arlert

The more often you ask Armin to train with you, the more comfortable he gets. He’s less worried about hurting you, as you’ve proved to him that you’re more than capable of holding your own. It’s not that he views you as weak; he just views your safety as his top priority. He pulls his punches but comes at you in full force without you having to insist upon it this time.

Armin isn’t the best fighter, but he still puts up a good fight. You have the prop knife this round, and you’re winning. He may not have the brute strength of Reiner or Eren, but instead, he uses his brain to fight, aiming primarily for your legs and remaining defensive. All his efforts are for naught, as you’ve pinned him in the blink of an eye. Armin yields to you, just like he had in the past rounds.

“You win again,” Armin says with a smile, accepting your outstretched hand, and you pull him to his feet once more. “I lasted longer this time, though!”

You return his smile with a squeeze of your hand. “We’re both improving, aren’t we?” Armin nods. The sun has started its descent below the horizon, painting the sky a beautiful orange color. You tilt your head up to look at it. “It’s getting late. We better get going to catch a shower before suppertime.”

Armin nods again with a hum. “You know, it’ll be quicker if we shower together.”

“Oh, yeah?” you tease, turning to walk with him towards the showers. 

“Mhmm,” he smirks. To imaginary onlookers, Armin looks like he’s innocently messing with you, but the glimmer in his eyes tells you his perceived innocence is merely a facade.

— Jean Kirstein

Winning against Jean is a challenge. You’re both evenly matched in talent, so it comes down to technicalities and skill to beat him. And when that doesn’t work, you resort to playing dirty. Today’s exercise is to wrestle the other to the ground and keep them there until they tap out. Something Jean is excellent at, unfortunately. So you have your work cut out for you.

The two of you were the only ones left in the training yard, the sun setting beyond the trees. Everyone else had gone to shower and change for supper, but you were determined to beat him, even if it meant you’d both sit down for supper in sweaty uniforms. Jean has pinned you twice now, and his victories made him cocky. Perfect. 

It’s the beginning of the round, so you’re circling each other from a small distance away. Jean’s hair is ruffled, giving him an almost disheveled appearance that suits him well. You hate how he still looks good after hours of training. “Say, Jean-bo,” you say with a smirk. 

Your expression tells Jean you’re up to no good, and he isn’t even slightly surprised. “No, no, no, you’re not gonna trick me! Not this time!” 

“Awwww, do you not trust me, Jean-bo? Since when have you so little confidence in me?” you tease.

“You know when!” Jean inches closer to you. 

You shake your head no, feigning innocence. “No, I don’t think I do, Jean-y. Enlighten me, hm?”

Jean waves his hands as he speaks. “Last week, when you got me so worked up, you somehow managed to get me all tied up in my ODM gear!” You giggle at the memory. “Heyy, no laughing at me!”

“I can’t help it! You were hanging upside down!” 

“Only because you spun me around and twisted my lines!” Jean exclaims, eyes fiery. “Captain Levi made me run laps ‘till I dropped!”

Your grin is filled with attitude, knowing exactly how to effectively press Jean’s buttons and irritate him. You watch as he stalks closer and closer to you. He watches you closely, eyeing you up and down. You imagine he’s trying to piece together whatever you’re planning. Having fallen to your schemes more than he’d care to admit, Jean’s learned not to underestimate you. But you still have a few tricks left up your sleeve that Jean hasn’t cracked just yet.

“I bet it was hard coming back and finding out our superiors surprised us with meat for dinner, too,” you snark. Unbeknownst to Jean, the squad captains promptly changed their minds when Sasha practically launched herself into the ceiling. There are nail marks left over to prove it. 

Jean’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “You didn’t even save me any, either!” 

You answer by sticking your tongue out at him, playing innocent. You let him get within grappling range, his actions playing right into your evil plans. He quickly knocks you on your ass, giving Jean an easy win if he can keep you there. But his frustration made him sloppy, leaving holes in his attack for you to latch onto and exploit. 

Turning the tables, you slide out from below him and kick Jean’s legs out from underneath him. You straddle his waist before he has the chance to retaliate, pinning his arms behind his back, rendering him immobile. “I win, Jean-bo,” you grin with a laugh, reveling in the glory of your success.

“You only won because I let you!” he argues, face flushing red.

You chuckle at his reaction. “I won because you got sloppy, Jean-y.”

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, but he holds no resentment against you. “Not my fault I got sloppy; you were goading me!”

“Not my fault you fell for it!”

Jean huffs. “Will you let me up now?”

“Maybe. I think I deserve something for winning, don’t you agree, Jean-bo?” you tease.

He does his best to look at you from the corner of his eye. “If you don’t let me up, you won’t get any kisses. How’s that for your prize, idiot?” You hurry off him, not eager to discover if Jean would hold true to his threat of withholding kisses from you. Jean stands and dusts off his stained pants, pouting at you cutely with a huff. “If anything, I’m the one who deserves kisses after that.”

You roll your eyes affectionately, but you kiss him anyway. “You’re so dramatic.”

— Marco Bodt 

Marco watches as you approach him, his signature smile plastered across his features. He’s sitting in the mess hall with Jean, helping the slightly shorter man with what appears to be paperwork. Jean looks up from his work when he notices your presence, kicking Marco’s leg with a knowing smirk.

You sit down across from them, mirroring Marco’s smile with a sweet one of your own. “Hey, Marco, Jean.” Jean gives a halfhearted wave. “Whatcha up to?” you ask, leaning over the table to look at the paperwork between them.

“Not much; Jean needed help writing his debrief report, so I offered to help him with it.” Marco looks at you with a stupid amount of affection, so much you can practically see it radiating off him. Since joining the Survey Corps, Marco has let his hair grow out, his bangs falling in his eyes, giving him even more of the boyish cuteness he already possesses. He claims he’ll cut it short again, but you like to believe Marco keeps it long because he knows how much you like it this way. 

“How soon until you guys finish?” 

Jean groans at your question. “Not fucking soon enough. It’s making me wanna rip my hair out.” Marco giggles quietly at his reaction.

“Not long.” He smiles at you, nudging your foot with his. “Something you need?” 

“I was hoping you’d have some free time to spar with me, Marco,” you hum, nudging him back. 

Jean, being the dick he loves to be, makes a gagging sound at the both of you. “C’mon, guys, cut it with the sappy romantic eye fucking, already. Go and spar with them, man; I’ll be fine to finish up on my own.” He sticks his tongue out in fake disgust, hurriedly shooing Marco off the bench.

You roll your eyes with a soft chuckle, taking Marco’s soft hand within your own. He waves goodbye to his friend as he leaves and holds the door open for you as you exit. “What exactly do you want to practice? Anything in particular?” he asks, swinging your arm cutely. 

“Hand to hand, mostly. I practically got my ass handed to me by Reiner the other day, and I don’t want a repeat of it.” As you walk towards the edge of the training yard, the sun is high in the sky, surrounded by a pretty shade of light blue, not a cloud to be seen. “What about you?”

Marco shrugs, happy to go along with whatever you prefer. “Nothing comes to mind. I’m happy with whatever you want to do.”

“Okay,” you smile at him, reaching your destination quickly.

By the time you have Marco on his back and yielding to you, the sun has started to set. You help him up and dust off the dirt from his shirt. “So, you finally have enough?”

Marco nods, exhaustion written all over his face. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem holding your own against Reiner, that’s for sure,” he says tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

— Connie Springer 

Connie loves hanging out with you, even if that means he gets his shit rocked while doing it. He thinks it’s hot when you show off how strong you are, so he’s more than happy to seriously train with you instead of just goofing off.

Today’s training is melee fighting with a rifle. Something Connie hates. He’s never been good with rifles; they’re large and clunky, and he can never get an accurate shot with them during target practice. Sasha’s excellence at it drives him up the wall, so he’s adamant about improving his skills, no matter how much he hates doing it. 

“You gonna keep losin’, or should I start putting in some effort?” you tease, standing upright, holding your rifle diagonally across your chest.

Connie drags himself off the ground, white pants stained brown with dirt and mud. “You’re not gonna be winning for much longer, babe,” he says with an evil-looking grin, not giving you any time to prepare before he lunges at you, thrusting the training bayonet towards your chest. 

“Oh, yeah?” You easily dodge his attack, striking the backs of his thighs in retaliation, earning yourself a yelp of surprise and pain. “Doesn’t seem like it, babe,” Connie growls in frustration, darting behind you to land a blow on the weak points of your knees, making your legs buckle, falling to your knees. 

“You wanna take that back?” He stands over you, pointing the fake bayonet between your shoulder blades.

You turn your head to look at him, returning his smirk. You shift your rifle to your other hand and sweep it in an arch behind you, just barely knocking Connie unstable enough for you to escape the compromising position. With Connie off balance, you return the favor, kicking him in the back of his knees, and he lands flat on his face. “No, I don’t think I will,” you chuckle triumphantly, pinning him there with the heel of your rifle. “Maybe next time, love.”

Connie responds with a groan. “I swear, you and Sasha are conspiring against me.”

“Why, I have no idea what you mean! I’d never do something like that!” It’s clear that you’re lying; you and Sasha get along like a house on fire, so that’s something you both would one hundred percent do just to annoy him. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let me up, idiot,” Connie grumbles, shifting to lay on his back so his face isn’t in the dirt anymore. 

You hum to yourself, tapping your chin with a finger. “Hmmm, I don’t know, should I? I kinda like seeing you underneath me like this.”

Connie’s face flushes a deep shade of red. You notice his pants have tightened slightly, and you move the heel of the rifle to sit just below his belt. “Shut up.”

“What if I don’t want to? What then?” 

“Then I won’t share my dessert with you,” he goads.

You sigh defeatedly and help Connie up. “Dessert tonight better be good.”

Connie kisses the corner of your mouth, holding your free hand in his. “Maybe you’ll get two desserts.”

“Oh? I do like the sound of that,” you smirk, properly kissing him back this time. You hear Jean yell in disgust, and you both flip him the bird.

— Bertolt Hoover

“Are you sure you want to keep going? It’s dark out!” Bertolt whines, looking utterly exhausted. 

“I just wanna get this trick right!” you reply, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

He sighs. “You know I love you, but wouldn’t you fare better if you weren’t this tired?”

You ball your hands into fists and position them like Annie does. “Just one more time, Bertl, please?” you plead, and he caves quicker than you expected him to.

“Just one more, then we’re headed inside, okay?” 

You nod in agreement, and Bertolt rushes toward you. You angle your body so your side faces him. You lift your arm and fold it so your wrist touches your shoulder. When Bertolt reaches you, you grab his sleeve and pull his arm longways across your folded one, and you turn your body again so your back is flush against his chest. In the blink of an eye, you’ve got Bertolt off the ground and over your shoulder, quickly throwing the taller man to the ground. It knocks the breath out of him, but you both have a smile on your face despite it.

Between heaving breaths, Bertolt congratulates you. “You did it! Finally!”

“Finally!” You collapse beside him in a fit of giggles, ecstatic that you’ve finally gotten the hang of the move you’ve been trying to learn all day. “I’m so tired, Bertl.”

“I tried to tell you that, love.” He smiles at you sweetly. “But you had to do it one more time,” Bertolt says with a chuckle, kissing your sweaty forehead. 

“Oh, shush,” you giggle again and kiss his nose in return. “You like training with me.”

Bertolt’s tan skin darkens with a flush of red across his cheekbones. “Never said I didn’t, honey.” He kisses your forehead again. “Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” 

You nod, groaning as you sit up. As the adrenaline fades away, you begin to feel the toll the training had on your poor muscles. Everything is sore and vaguely hurts, making you even more eager for the boiling hot shower in your near future. “The baths should be empty by now, so we can take one together if you like.” Your words cause Bertolt’s blush to worsen, only serving to make you giggle again. “You’re so cute, y’know.”

“Shut up,” he whines, hiding his face from your watchful eyes. “Let’s just go take a shower, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” you grin, kissing the backs of his hands before standing up. You offer him a hand, which he accepts, even though he most likely doesn’t need assistance. “I hope there’s extra food left over from supper.” 

Bertolt keeps his hand within yours as you walk back to the bathhouse. “Probably not. You know how Sasha gets.”

“I can always try to bribe one of the cooks. They love me,” you say as your grin widens with a cute smugness.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “They’re gonna stop loving you if you keep pestering them for extra food like this, love.”

“Impossible.” You open the door to the bathhouse, but like the gentleman he is, Bertolt holds it so you can walk inside first.

— Porco Galliard

When he’s training with you, Porco’s cockiness is oftentimes the reason for his downfall as well. He knows you’re also an excellent soldier and fighter, but that doesn’t matter to him when he’s determined to beat your ass into the dirt. But that also gives you a slight advantage as well. He doesn’t underestimate you per se, but he does think he’s hot shit, which opens up plenty of opportunities for you to get him angry, then beat him at his own game once he’s let his guard down. 

“Hey, Pock,” you grin at him while he cocks a suspicious eyebrow at you. 

“What?” he questions between panting breaths. “You trying to talk your way outta this ‘cause you’re afraid of losin’ again?” Sweat drips off his chin and down his neck, making him look stupidly attractive, at least more than should be allowed for this situation.

You smirk at him. “No, dummy. I was just gonna say you look hot, but I guess you don’t wanna hear it,” you say with a shrug, watching to see if your plan works, which it does. 

Porco’s brain lags for a few seconds, giving you all the time you need to dart behind him and wrap him in a headlock. Porco yells and claws at your forearm, but you only tighten your grip on him, forcing him to either struggle or surrender. “You cheated, asshole!” he curses you out, gritting his teeth as he fruitlessly tries to break free of your hold.

“Not my fault you fell for it,” you snark back, teasingly tightening your arm around his throat. “You should’ve kept up a stronger guard, Pocky.”

“God, don’t call me Pocky. Pock is bad enough,” he groans, his short-cropped nails leaving little crescent marks in the meat of your forearm. His words say he’s angry, but the way he’s pressing against your front tells you otherwise. 

You rest your chin on his free shoulder, digging your chin into it just to fuck with him more than you already were. “Oh? You don’t like it? But it’s so cute, Pocky.” 

Porco growls at you with frustration, but he stops trying to escape your grip. “If I yield, will you stop calling me that?”

“Maybe,” you giggle, drawing out the ‘A’ sound. “Only if I get to brag to Marcel about beating you.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, ensuring you know of his despair. “You and your demands are gonna kill me one day, and I’ll enjoy the silence I get from being free of your nagging.”

You pout cutely, but unfortunately, Porco couldn’t see it. “That’s such a long way to tell me you love me, Pocky.”

“Mmm, I wonder why,” he snarks, swallowing thickly. “Will you let me go now?”

“Can I brag to Marcel about your crushing defeat?”

Porco groans dramatically. “Fine, you can brag to him, I guess.” You pepper his cheek with kisses before you free him. “I’m never hearing the end of this from either of you, am I?” 

“Nope!” you giggle, kissing his cheek again before backing away.

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christmas party with attack on titan characters 🧣 modern! au

the annual christmas work party is just around the corner & you and your partner need to bring something to this work party whether it be food, gifts or an activity for everyone to do - you’ve all got to bring something! the only question is.. what?

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you and eren jaeger could not figure out what to bring to this work party for the LIFE of you. you guys were the last ones figuring your shit out and everything you thought of, that was relatively fun, had been taken already. what were you guys gonna do?!

but then suddenly.. eren remembered how you guys had ice skating booked for the next day, after the chrismtas party, although it was meant to be for hits the two of you, you were running out of options.

you both sat in silence, scraping your brains for any good ideas and that’s when eren breaks the silence.

“hey, y/n..” he looked at you mischievously

you raised an eyebrow at his expression “oh god, what now?”

“you know how we’re going ice skating tomorrow?”

your jaw dropped, “BUT ERENNN” you pouted “that’s supposed to be our day outtt, ughhhh”

“ITS OUR ONLY OPTION, Y/N” he yelled dramatically

you sighed deeply “i suppose you’re right. god”

“imagine everyone trying to ice skate while hungover though.” eren said lightening the mood

you burst out laughing “OH MY GOD. they’re all gonna be wrecks!”

so you guys called up the ice skating rink and asked for an extra ELEVEN.. people to be added onto your time slot, safe to say the workers were in shock and horror when you said that but, it was all booked now!

eventually when the party rolled around and it was your guys’ turn to say or bring out your surprise, you both looked at each other and blurted “WE’RE GOING ICE SKATING!” some reactions were better than others.. aha. sasha and connie were supperrr excited and reiner was so confident that he’d be great at it. levi.. erm. he’ll go on! he just needs a little push (quite literally).

“right. mikasa.” you looked at her dead in the eyes,

“what activity should we do at the party?”

“we’re doing an activity?” she questioned

“yes! why not? it’s probably easier to think of one rather than bring something.” you said.

“should we just search something up..?” she asked

“yeah, honestly, good idea!” you pull out your phone and get googling.

you both sat in silence as you scrolled.

mikasa looked at you and asked, “christmas charades?”

your face lit up and you giggled, “YES! oh my god, yes.”

you gasped and jumped out of your chair “i just thought of the BEST IDEA!!”

“we should write down a bunch of christmas themed charades, put them in a hat and then it’s completely random!”

mikasa smiles widely “hahaha, oh my god, y/n- you’re a genius!”

your guys’ idea was a HOOT at the party. it was super fun and everyone got so competitive, so fast. (connie ended up winning btw)

you and armin already had this planned out for a while, you knew about this months ago and wanted to prepare something really nice for everyone to do :).

you bought paints, accessories and many chrismtas baubles for everyone to decorate!! you made sure to buy extras in case anyone wanted to do a few for themselves, for the others or family.

as you laid out all the equipment on the table, you heard awe’s and sweet cheers from everyone,

“guys!! this is sooo precious” historia said as she pouted from the cuteness of such an idea.

you chuckled “oh, it’s nothing really. thank armin not me, anyways, he came up with the whole thing.”

armin strolled out as you said that “no no,” he waved his finger around “no time for saying who said what, let’s get decorating!!”

he was the most excited about his own idea, bless. safe to say, he made the most beautiful christmas bauble anyone had laid eyes on, the same cannot be said for reiner, annie or levi aha… art is not their strong point.

what’s something that you can make with your co workers but eat afterwards? gingerbread houses. OBVIOUSLY you and sasha brought this! it was her idea, of course, and everyone ate this tf up!! it also may have slightly turned into a competition..

you guys were strolling through your local super market, doing your usual rounds of grocery shopping etc. but you made sure to keep an eye out for anything you can bring to the work party later that month.

you two usually split and meet up in some random aisle and when you did, sasha was holding a gingerbread house.

“pleeassseee can we get it, y/n?!” she begged as she squeezed the box tightly

“it would be super cute and coupley of us!” she fluttered her eyelashes.

you stare at her, god those fluttering eyelashes get you every time😡!

“okay fine! those dammed eyelashes of yours.”

“YIPPEEEE” she cheered but then, that’s when it hit you.

“babe…” you said ominously

“what?” sasha asked, confused

“buy another like 10 of those boxes”

“TEN?! REALLY? i thought that was overboard but, im so glad you agree—”

“NOT FOR US GIRL.”

at the actual party, everyone turned into a huge competition. houses were built poorly, amazingly or they were smashed by competitors *cough, cough* eren, jean and connie.. but, reiner ended up ‘winning’ because his gingerbread house was the only one left standing. what can i say, the mans good at defending.

now, although it was a christmas work party, you had this incredible idea of bringing the karaoke machine you got connie for his birthday a couple years back.

you drag the karaoke machine across the carpet of your apartment harrowingly as connie sits on the couch and watches with an eyebrow raised.

eventually, when you’re done struggling, you slap the top of it and say,

“this is what we’re bringing to the christmas party.”

connie’s eyes light up.

“REALLY??” he jumps off from the couch, grabs your shoulders and starts shaking you aggressively.

“THATS AN INCREDIBLE IDEA!” he jumps up and down like an excited child on christmas. you giggle and smile at his adorable-ness🥲.

it was literally the perfect thing. LET ME TELL YOU! everyone LOOVVEEDD it. especially when you all got drunk, everyone would be standing up, dancing, singing along to all these christmas songs while very drunk on wine. the drunk singing duets were impeccable, safe to say you’ll be seeing those in the work group chat in the morning.

my man, jean knows his goddamn wine. so you best believe he went out and bought the most scrumptious wine everrr.

“let’s hear it, what’ve you got?” you say, intrigued by why he’s been out for so long.

“okay so.” he begins and claps his hand together, “everyone is bringing boring ol’ drinks like beer” he gags slightly at the word of it, “vodka, cider and whatever. but, i’ve got some incredible stuff” that’s when he whips out a huge bag full of wine.

“i got wine. and not just any wine, THE best!”

your jaw drops “that’s a lot of wine, babe.”

“i know but, it’ll be kinda like a game, people can try different wines see which one they like best, maybe do a guessing game of which is most expensive”

you think about it for a minute then, you look proudly at him, “honestly, you’re so smart.. THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT”

you guys high five in celebration.

everyone loved the wine and you did play loads of guessing games (jean excluded at some points because goddamn that boy knows his wine) and jean was showered in compliments for his impeccable taste in wine and partners ;).

reiner had this idea for a while, to be honest, he knew a few co workers who were bringing their kids only for the first half while everyone was still sober and what not so, what better thing to do than dress up as santa?! the kids get to meet santa claus and the whole work place gets a laugh out of reiner literally being dressed up as st. nick himself.

you knew this was reiners idea of an ‘activity’ but you hadn’t got a chance to see him in the full get up yet and just as you were about to leave, he was putting on the costume.

as you wait outside the bedroom door, you hear it creak.. the door slowly opens and out comes reiner claus. oh my god. you burst out laughing at the sight of your boyfriend in a SANTA COSTUME, beard and all😭.

“ohhh, this is gonna be a goooddd party.” you say wiping away your tears.

“what?! do you not like it?” reiner says as he starts posing.

you grab onto his arm while you’re kneeling over, grabbing your stomach with other arm.

“pleas— stop it.” you laughed so hard, you couldn’t breathe.

after you had your laughing fit, you guys were off to the party! everyone ATE UP this santa outfit. the kids loved having santa at their parents boring old work party and after the kids left, the drunk adults LOVED IT.

everyone was sitting on his lap taking photos, asking him what they wanted for christmas. but, this wasn’t even the best part. reiner whipped out something for levi……

a fucking elf costume.

the whole party burst out into laughter and tears when they saw what he had but levi.. did not take this lightly. this little joke went up in FLAMES.

levi started chasing reiner around the whole place whacking him with his own santa beard anddd next week, reiner definitely got given a lot more work to do😊.

bert does a little photography on the side here and there and what better way to practice than with all your co workers? so, he brings this very professional photography camera just to take the silliest and goofiest photos of everyone😭.

everyone lines the flip up to get their photos taken, they all thought it was a super fun and cute idea from bert. he take candid photos, ones with silly props and most importantly ones of everyone sitting on santa (reiner)’s lap!

bert really loved taking candid photos of everyone having a good time, playing games and chit chatting - he’s definitely the type of guy to shed a tear at a wholesome candid he just took. but, one thing that was so frustrating was connie and sasha would not STOP pestering him😭.

they wanted pictures of the dumbest things, literally anything they thought was somewhat worthy of a photo they were like “bert! bert! get a picture of this” while he was in the middle of taking pictures for eren and the gang like… he really felt like a tired father in these moments.

mostly importantly… the drunk candids WENT CRAZYY. even when this man is off his rocker, he still took some incredible pictures and some… not so incredible.. maybe even blurry and slightly shit photos but, you just know they’re the best ones.

annie whipped out the BIG GUNS for this. she whipped out her most precious collection aka her christmas film collection - she has been collecting since she was a teenage and has never stopped and what better time to whip them out than at a christmas party?!

now, annie keeps this collection that’s very near and dear to her heart, a secret. it’s a silly tradition her dad started where every christmas, annie would pick out a new film for them to watch and seeing as the options to what you could bring to the christmas party were limited… this was her last option.

everyone was so surprised that annie had this strange but also very cute hobby. everyone loved it! the movies were being played on rotate, one after another, in a more quiet room for when people just wanted to chill out and a watch a film! at one point as well, everyone gathered in there to watch a film together and although it took about 30 minutes of discussion to decide what film everyone wanted to watch, it was so worth it because it truly felt like everyone was a family.

annie stood by the door as she watched reiner and bertolt,

“what you doing, annie?” you creep a hand on her shoulder

she jumps “w-what?”

“are you watching reiner and bert?” you question her

“well…” she smiles warmly “it’s just nice to see.”

then you burst into giggles, glitter and sunshine because she’s so cute when she turns sweet.

oh what’s that? everyone is feeling parched and wants a hot, sweet treat?? well levi ackerman has got you covered! you have nooo idea what kind of shit this man puts in the hot coco he makes but it’s SOO good & with marshmallows? holy fucking shit.

you guys build your own little lemonade stand but, obviously make it hot coco. AND LET ME TELL YOU… if you guys had charged for this stuff, you could’ve retired early because everyone was looovinngg it. levi has truly mastered the art that is making hot chocolate.

obviously, everyone was absolutely obsessed with this hot chocolate and some lactose intolerant people (armin) even decided to ignore their intolerance just because levi’s stuff was soo good. although, safe to say i’m sure he regretted ignoring this vital part of his life. anyways, you did try to get levi into a cute barista outfit… but he said no. (😔)

“absolutely not.” levi said with his arms crossed

you stood with the barista costume in hand, disheartened by his response.

“but, levi it adds to the whole thing—”

“nope. i am not a barista, i am there to just make my spectacular hot chocolate.” there was no way you are getting him into the costume, i fear.

little did this poor man know, you trying to get him into a barista costume was not the last time someone tried to get him into a costume that day.

we got a chef in the house and his name is erwin smith. obviously being the manager of your workplace, he had to bring something goooddd so he brought his good ass food.

he wanted to do something else, something better since in his words, his food ‘isn’t that good’ - a good cook and humble😩. however, you begged and PLEADED with him to cook and he can never say no to you (he also didn’t have any other ideas).

“erwin please! you’re such a good chef, i don’t understand—”

“it would just be better to get a caterer!” he argued back

you cross your arms “what other ideas have you got, then?”

he stared at you blankly “well- i…” he coughs awkwardly

“exactly…” you say as you slowly walk to grab your keys, you guys were going food shopping.

YAY YOU GOT YOUE WAY! he was in the back, apron on that obviously said ‘kiss the chef’… and you did. a lot. ANYWAYS, he cheffed up the most scrumptious, gorgeous, mouth-watering christmas meal you can imagine.

everyone cheered and clapped as he brought out the banquet of food, and oh my god, everyone LOVED it. everyone asked for seconds! sasha obviously asked for thirds… and fourths… and someone please make sure she doesn’t throw up.

of course, hange would be the one to bring the most random activity ever, this mf loves a treasure hunt and wanted to do one but just make it christmas themed…

“how about…” they pause for dramatic effect “a christmas treasure hunt!” they jump with joy, doing weird jazz hands.

your eyes widen, how odd.. “oh wow! a-and how is that going to work?”

“i’m glad you asked!” they beamed, suddenly pulling out a large notebook filled with all the information you needed. and they will word vomit the whole thing to you.

now when it came to actually conducting this, you guys had to show up to the place that was booked out for the work party early of course, to hide the prizes and clues and such. hange had you working like a DOG, they had everything planned out and needed it to be that exact way.

the day of might have been the most exciting day of hange’s life /srs. they gathered everyone around and informed them of what was to come, they genuinely looked like they were going to explode with christmas joy at any given moment.

and everyone was off! it was actually super fun and enjoyable for everyone, even if SOME people tried to cheat… connie & ymir… i’m looking at you. unfortunately, hange hadn’t thought of the fact they weren’t allowed to partake, which sadden them but, it was all worth it seeing all of their coworkers have such an amazing time. (levi won btw)

[luna-eclipse2000]

Baby, You’re a Firework

The AOT boys meeting you for the first time at the Fourth of July/Canada Day firework show

Ft. Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Levi, Reiner, Bertolt, Connie

Eren

- He didn’t really care for fireworks as a kid

- He just didn’t get the appeal

- But when he got older, he loved going as it symbolized freedom

- Now he gets dressed up in those Old Navy flag shirts and wears a pair of red shorts

- He goes with Armin and Mikasa, obviously

- It’s so crowded that they definitely can’t get close to the front

- “Hey, let’s go up that little hill.” Armin says, pointing behind them

- The three friends climb the hill that has some people sitting on it

- They choose a spot where a tree isn’t blocking their view and sit down

- Armin starts to talk about how old fireworks are and that’s when Eren checks out

- He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling on twitter

- Then he hears a laugh

- It catches his attention somehow which us odd because the waterfront is absolutely packed

- So he looks up and watches as you stumble down the hill from behind him

- You literally take his breath away

- You look behind you to tell whoever you’re with that you’ll be right back

- But you trip on your own foot, causing you to fall down and roll to the bottom of the hill

- Eren is up in a flash and runs down after you

- “Hey, are you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall you took there.”

- “Yeah. I’m fine.” You say, sitting up. “I’m just a little clumsy”

- He holds out his hand and pulls you up

- He finally gets a good look at your face and to say he thinks you look stunning is an understatement

- “Hi. I’m Eren”

- “(Y/N). Thanks for helping me up”

- “No problem. You want someone to walk with you wherever you’re going?”

- You look a bit unsure but when you see your friend shooing you with a smile on her face, and two people sitting just below her and looking pretty ecstatic, probably Eren’s friends, you agree

- You also think he’s incredibly handsome and you’ll probably stay with him near where you’re going so your friend doesn’t start mocking you until you’re ready

- The fireworks begin to go off so you look up excitedly

- He looks down at you with admiration in his eyes

Armin

- Armin loves fireworks

- He loves how something so magical is real

- Plus the show always takes place by the water, so he’s happy about that

- “Did you know that England uses to have someone called the ‘Fire Master of England?’” He asks his friends

- “Really?” Mikasa asks

- “What the hell is that?” Eren asks

- “So Queen Elizabeth the First loved fireworks so much that-“

- “Baby!” A voice squeals as a body throws itself into his side

- Armin grunts as he’s caught off guard

- He looks down at you just as you look up. “I was looking everywhere for you! You said you’d be by the water!”

- Armin blinks a few times. Were you drunk? Were you confused and in need of medical attention? Did he look like your boyfriend? You were super cute, though, so he wasn’t complaining. Just confused

- Then he sees a large male figure walking up to them

- And he understands

- He wraps his arms around you in a hug. “Ah, I’m sorry! I saw Eren and Mikasa and came to say hi. Didn’t realize how long we were talking for.”

- You look so relieved that he understands what’s going on

- You look over at his friends. “Oh, hi! It’s so nice to see you again!”

- Eren’s so fucking confused

- Mikasa catches on right away. “You too. It’s been forever.”

- Armin looks at the guy. “Darling, who’s this? I didn’t think you were bringing any friends.”

- “Oh, he’s no one.” You say and cling to him tighter

- “Ah, well it was nice seeing you.” Armin says, giving a smile to the guy. “Have a nice night.”

- “Ain’t no way you bagged that.” The guy says and then scoffs. “I’m not buying it.”

- Now Eren understands, and he’s ready to throw hands

- But Armin kissing the top if your head catches him off guard

- He lets you go and steps forward. “I suggest you leave my girl alone. You really don’t want to know what I can do when I’m pissed. Do you know exactly where to hit to make you seize up?”

- The guy suddenly looks scared. “No? I do. Now, please. Take your leave, or else you’ll be leaving in a body bag.”

- The guy scoffs and walks away

- Armin breathes out to calm himself down when he feels you wrap your arms around him again

- “Thank you! Thank you, so much! He wasn’t leaving me alone and I got really bad vibes from him.”

- Armin turns around and holds you again. “It’s alright, no need to thank me. Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

- You shake your head as you pull away. “No. I saw you and just felt like you’d know what was going on.”

- “Alright, well you’re gonna stay with us, ok?” Armin says. “We’ll bring you wherever you need to go.”

- You nod thankfully. “You’re my hero. Seriously.”

- Armin’s face erupts into a giant blush. “H-Hero? No, please, I was just doing what any sane guy would do!”

- Eren smacks his shoulder. “Armin. You’re her hero.”

- Mikasa gives him a thumbs up

- “Armin? That’s your name? I like it. I’m (Y/N).”

- “Well I like your name as well, (Y/N)”.

- The fireworks start going off, causing Armin to break out into a huge smile

- “Did you know that fireworks originated in China around 2000 years ago?”

Jean

- He’s there with Sasha and Connie

- Marco couldn’t make it as he had to go on vacation to see his family from overseas

- Sasha and Connie are loud

- They’re play fighting, screaming, and just being their usual idiotic selves

- Tonight, however, he can’t take it

- His social battery is already getting drained by all these people so him babysitting them is not gonna happen

- So he decides to take a walk

- It’s difficult to walk though since there’s so many damn people around

- “Hey! Knock it off!” He hears a voice shout

- He instantly looks around and sees you with a guy who’s obviously drunk

- “I said, leave me alone!”

- Jean instantly runs over, barreling over literally everyone

- He pushes the drunk away

- “I think you need a hearing aid, buddy!”

- “Why don’t you mind your own business?” The guy says grabbing Jean’s shirt

- He looks down at the hands, then back up at the guy

- He’s been in this exact same position more times than he can count

- It doesn’t even take that hard of a punch to get the guy to go down

- He’s not knocked out, surprisingly, but he’s definitely reeling

- Jean turns to you and his heart breaks as he sees you shaking

- He notices how pretty you are but pushes that thought away for now

- “Hey, are you alright?”

- You nod. “Th-Thank you.”

- “Don’t worry about it. Do you want me to stay with you in case that dumbass tries anything again?”

- You nod

- “Alright. Then let’s go. He’ll have a harder time finding finding us if we walk away”

- He gently takes your hand and pulls you away

- “I’m Jean, by the way.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You’re still shaken up so when you stop walking away, you wrap your arms around Jean’s waist

- This sets something off in his mind

- You feel safe with him

- You only just met yet your clinging to him like you’re a koala

- Now it’s his goddamn duty to protect you

- He wraps his arm around you to pull you even closer

- “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

- You nod, feeling yourself calm down

- He’s nice and warm, even though it’s a warm night

- You feel like you’re meant to be pressed into his side

- Like his side was made specifically for you

- The fireworks start going off and you gasp in delight, completely forgetting everything that happened mere minutes ago

- Jean can feel his phone go off in his pocket, but he ignores it

- He’ll answer Sasha and Connie later

- When he has your number tucked securely into his contacts

Marco

- He’s there with his parents and little brothers

- They’ve always gone to see the fireworks

- They found out last year that his youngest brother has some issues with loud sounds so they made sure to bring along some headphones for him

- Marco’s always secretly hoped he’d find someone while watching the show

- He finds the idea romantic, ok?

- One of his brothers starts to say that he needs the washroom so Marco grabs his hand and pulls him through the crowd towards the indoor event space

- He’s standing in line with his brother when he watches you get into the other line (either for the female washroom or the gender neutral one, he doesn’t know)

- He knows it’s weird, seeing a random stranger get in line to use the washroom and think they’re gorgeous

- But he looks at you nonetheless

- You feel someone looking at you so you turn your head and notice Marco

- You wave slightly and find it adorable how he blushes and looks away

- You’ve actually seen him before but never got the chance to say hello

- You work at a local toy store and so you see him and his family come in often to buy gifts for the youngest children

- He’s never noticed you before so he never read your name tag

- He feels embarrassed that he was caught but pushes the feeling aside as he eventually makes it to the front of the line

- As they exit the washroom, he sees you standing by the exit door

- You’re probably waiting for someone

- There’s no way someone like you came here alone

- “Hi there.” You greet

- He stops in his tracks. “Me?”

- “Who else could I be talking to?”

- Marco stays silent. He can’t believe you’re talking to him

- “I was wondering if you were here with anyone.” You look down at his brother. “I mean, anyone else.”

- “Oh, uh. Just my parents and my other brothers.”

- “Oh, ok. Sorry.” You say. You then fish into your bag and pull out a pen. You grab his arm and write down your number. “Text me when you get a chance. My name is (Y/N), by the way.”

- Before he can form a sentence, you’re already gone out the door. He looks down at his arm and sees your pretty handwriting

- He immediately fishes his phone out of his pocket and adds your name and number to his contacts

- He then quickly sends a text

- “Hey, there. You just gave me your number. My name is Marco”

- It doesn’t take you long to respond

- “Hi, Marco. If you want to join me, I’m sitting on a checkered purple blanket by the play structure :)”

- He instantly rushes his brother back to his parents before running off to join you

- He practically slides on the ground to sit, he’s so excited

- He’s never had someone so into him that they write their number on his arm like he’s in a romance movie

- He’s now just realizing that his fantasy is coming true as the fireworks go off

- You lean against him and he just about faints at the contact

Levi

- Despises fireworks

- Hates them

- They’re loud, bright, annoying and make the air smell like shit

- He’s also surrounded by strangers and kids

- And what do those two things have in common?

- Germs

- And germs brings colds and sickness, which he absolutely cannot stand

- He only came because Hanji was going and we all know how much trouble Hanji can get in when by themselves

- He cringes at the sight of all the people standing around

- It feels like a cult to him

- All these people flock to one place to watch this big event in dedication to this one moment in history

- “I wanna get close!” Hanji says as they begin to push through the crowd

- Levi grabs their ponytail. “No, we’re not going in that cesspool”

- “Aw, c’mon, Levi! We need to get good spots!”

- “Don’t care. Not going in.”

- Hanji grabs Levi’s hand out of their hair and starts dragging him

- Knowing damn well that Hanji consistently forgets to wash their hands, he struggles to pull out of their grasp

- “Stop being so stubborn!” Hanji exclaims, gripping their friend tighter

- Levi grabs their wrist and yanks himself out

- But the force causes him to stumble backwards

- Tripping right over your legs as you sit on a blanket

- “Oh, my god, are you ok?” You ask him, his legs laying right over yours

- “Yeah. Fine.” He grumbles. He’s about to stand up and beat the living shit out of Hanji for making him tumble over a stranger but then he meets your concerned gaze

- He stops moving and wonders if he stopped breathing for a second

- “Seriously, that was a bit of a nasty fall. Did you hit your head?”

- “Uh… No. No, I’m fine. Sorry.”

- “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t mean to.”

- He nods and stands back up

- He looks around for Hanji but they seem to have abandoned him

- Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance “Damn, four-eyes”

- “Can’t find your friend?” You ask

- “No. Probably didn’t even realize that I fell.”

- “You can stay with me until they come back.” You offer

- He looks down at you patting the empty spot on the blanket

- He doesn’t know where that blanket’s been

- Hell, he doesn’t know where you’ve been

- But for some reason, he can’t say no to that sweet face

- So he sits down and crosses his legs

- “I’m (Y/N)”

- “Levi”

- You pull out a small thing of hand sanitizer and put some in your hand before holding your hand out to shake his

- Yup, he’s instantly star struck

- He takes your hand and shakes it. “I see you like your cleanliness, too?”

- “Mhm. I have a thing with germs. Just the thought creeps me out”

- The fireworks start going off and suddenly, he’s seeing them in a new light

- Maybe they’re not so bad after all

Reiner

- He doesn’t mind fireworks

- He’d honestly prefer to be at home and watch them from his backyard but the city banned backyard fireworks this year so he was forced to go out

- He doesn’t go with anyone

- He had a barbecue earlier in the afternoon so now he’s unwinding from having to talk to people

- It’s not that he doesn’t like people, he just likes not having to entertain them all the time

- He’s still a depressed bean so keeping up face is exhausting

- This is his time

- His time to be alone

- His time to-

- His head whips around as you pass him

- He can’t take his eyes off you as you push through the crowd

- So he turns and starts to follow you

- He doesn’t mean to be creepy

- He just hasn’t felt like this in years so he doesn’t want to let it go so quickly

- It’s like you’re a magnet and he’s metal

- Or a witch and you’ve casted a spell on him

- He follows you to the back of the crowd and watches as you walk over to a group of people

- A group that contains other guys

- The feeling washes away immediately and is replaced by more depression

- There’s no way in hell you aren’t here with one of those guys

- “Hey, looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Your friend says as he points to Reiner

- You turn around and see him

- You think he’s incredibly attractive with those broad shoulders and tall stature

- He starts to walk back into the crowd

- You feel your friend push you

- “Go get him! Bring him over!”

- You nod and quickly run back

- “Excuse me!” You grab his shoulder and when he looks down, his eyes widen

- He can’t believe it

- You stopped him

- “I was wondering if you wanted to join me and my friends.”

- “Friends?” He repeats. “Not your boyfriend?”

- You chuckle. “No. I don’t have one”

- He feels his heart leap for joy. “I’m Reiner.”

- “(Y/N)”

- You bring him back and introduce him to your friends

- They all seem jealous that such a fine man wants to talk with you

- You just smile smugly and grab his arm

- He’s so touch starved that he almost gets on his knees for you

- The show starts and you all watch as the sky lights up in different colours

- You rest your head against his strong arm

- He’s pretty sure he feels his nose start to bleed

Bertolt

- He’s afraid of fireworks

- The sound and light brings back bad memories

- Whenever someone sets off fireworks, he immediately turns on a movie, putting the sound on full blast and hiding under the covers

- He does this during thunderstorms, too

- But his therapist wants him to do exposure therapy

- It’s easier for thunderstorms

- He just has to sit by the window in silence

- But fireworks?

- Those only come around every few months

- And his therapist wants him to go to the show

- He only agreed to go if he brings someone with him

- So Reiner and Annie step up to the plate

- She’s pretty nonchalant while Reiner us praising him up and down

- “You got this, Bert!” “Look at you! You’re doing so good!” “You’re gonna own these bastard fireworks in no time!”

- This helps but he’s still nervous as all hell

- The amount of people isn’t making it any easier

- With all the people buzzing with excitement, it’s just churning his stomach

- They opt to stay on the outside of the crowd

- As the clock strikes ten, Reiner puts an arm around his friend’s shoulder

- He feels a bit more confident

- But when that first firework goes off, he’s no more than a small dog

- He basically becomes a mouse

- He just wants to run and hide

- But with Reiner there, he can’t

- Another firework goes off, so he covers his ears

- Another, he closes his eyes

- And when the fourth one goes off, all that churning comes bubbling to the surface

- He pushes Reiner off and runs away, holding his mouth closed under the bile is too much in his mouth and he lets it out into the grass

- “Oh, sweetie, are you ok?” A soft, sweet voice says from behind him

- He tries to look up but he can’t as his stomach continues to empty

- He feels you start to rub his back comfortingly. “Here. Wipe your mouth”

- He takes the tissue out of your hands and wipes his mouth clean

- As he stands up, he turns to you but keeps his gaze down. “I- Um- I’m sorry”

- “Don’t be sorry.” You say. “Are you alright?”

- He finally looks up at your face and instantly wishes he didn’t

- You’re so beautiful that it makes him almost puke again

- Why did he have to be sick in front of someone like you?

- He opens his mouth to answer but a very loud ‘boom’ sounds off

- He drops the tissue and covers his ears

- You can see the poor boy shaking in his boots

- “Oh, sweetie.” You coo and run over to your bag. Your friend was supposed to join you, but she had to go away for the weekend. You just never removed the noise cancelling headphones from your bag

- You hand them over to him. When you see his eyes closed, you gently touch his arm. He finally opens them and looks at the headphones

- “Here. These should help”

- He gratefully takes the headphones and puts them on

- “Thank you”

- He calms down almost instantly. But you can still see him shaking

- So you gently grab his hand and smile up at him

- His hand is sweaty, but you don’t mind at all

- “It’s ok to be scared. I’ll stay with you until it’s over, ok? I’m (Y/N)”

- “I’m Bertolt.”

- Reiner and Annie watch the whole ordeal go down and tease him about it later

- Only he could pick someone up by blowing chunks in front of them

- Safe to say though that you exchanged numbers and talk all the time

Connie

- This boy goes crazy for the Fourth of July/Canada Day

- He’s wearing a hat, face paint, flag shirt, matching shorts, flags in both hands, and even has celebratory crocs with matching Jibbitz

- Safe to say he stands out

- And in a crowd of thousands, that’s hard to do

- He’s there with Jean and Sasha, Sasha being dressed up too but not like him

- Jean in that moment really starts to question where he went wrong in life to get Connie and Sasha as his best friends

- Connie, even though his get up seems finished, needs more merch

- So he leaves Sasha and Jean to man their spot as he pushes through the crowd and up to the stand selling just about everything he could hope for

- Is part of him doing this to annoy Jean more? Abso-fucking-lutely

- He looks at all the items on offer when he notices someone walk up beside him

- He’s mesmerized but not just because you look amazing, but because you match his vibe

- You are wearing a light up hat and a necklace that’s singing the national anthem

- And don’t get him started on your makeup

- It’s way more elaborate than the painted stripes he did on his cheeks

- You look at him and smile widely when you see how decked out he is

- “I thought I was the only crazy one here!”

- “Crazy? Baby, you haven’t seen crazy yet”

- You laugh in response

- He wants to hear you laugh again

- No, scratch that. He needs to hear you laugh again

- So he buys the bubble wand and presses the button so bubbles start shooting out

- He starts screeching the anthem at the top of his lungs like a damn seagull

- You laugh so hard you nearly fall down

- Connie catches you though, so you end up laughing into his chest

- You’ve finally found another person who’s as insane as you are

- Connie knows how rare it is to find another person like him, so he knows he can’t just let you go

- “Are you here with anyone?”

- “Yeah, technically.” You sigh. “But they all thought I was being annoying and left. I was gonna buy something to cheer myself up”

- “No need.” Connie says, linking your arm with his. “You have new friends. Sasha’s like us and Jean actually tolerates our craziness. Pretty sure he secretly likes it”

- You giggle and hold his arm tighter

- “Then take me to thy leader!”

- He laughs and begins to lead you back. “I’m Connie.”

- “Nice to meet you, Connie. I’m (Y/N)”

- Sasha and Jean give each other a look as you two approach. They’ll leave Connie alone for now

- But once you’re gone? They’re mocking the living shit out of him

- Titanic references. Singing ‘A Whole New World’. Humming the wedding tune. Making kissing noises- the whole nine yards

- As the fireworks start going off, he starts screaming the national anthem

- Jean covers his ears and then his jaw drops as you join him

- People start giving you looks

- “Oh, god. Now there’s three of them” Jean says

[aruanimess]

Soft prompts- berumin where Armin tries to zip up Bertholdt’s jacket 🤭

Quiet acts of love prompts

Hello, anon! Thank you for the prompt. I honestly loved writing this! Sorry it took a while, life got a little crazy lately 😅

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His fingers are shaking with jittery nerves as he unlocks their apartment door, keys tinkling softly in his grasp. He pauses at the threshold to listen. Water is running, wet splashes echo as it hits the tiles, and a deep voice is singing the jingle of a cereal commercial. Armin smiles; Bertolt is showering. 

Perfect. 

He slips inside, hiding the Package™ behind his back, even though by now he knows he doesn't need to. His sneakers are off next, tucked carefully on the rack by the entrance. He tiptoes to the bedroom, tucking the Package behind the bed frame, pulls the party horn out of his pocket and sits crossed legged on the mattress to wait patiently for his boyfriend. 

Bertolt emerges fifteen minutes later. His hair is neatly combed, and he's already dressed in a clean pair of joggers and a plain white tee. The scent of aftershave is filling the air. 

Armin smiles to himself. His boyfriend is so proper he won't walk around naked even in his own home. 

He blows the party horn. Hard. 

Bertolt jumps in surprise. He actually jumps a few centimeters off the ground in an adorable little hop that reminds Armin of a startled giraffe. 

Armin beams at him proudly. "Happy Birthday!" he cheers. 

His expression settling into that of pleasant surprise, Bertolt smiles softly. "Hello," he says, approaching the bed and giving Armin a little kiss on the forehead. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon."

"I wanted to be the first to wish you," says Armin. He loops his arms around his boyfriend's neck and allows himself to be pulled upwards while Bert straightens his back. Dangling awkwardly from his neck, he plants his knees on the bed to prop himself up. 

"You're out of luck then," Bertolt murmurs in his hair, hugging Armin's waist tightly. "My mom called me at midnight. So did Reiner." 

"Rats," curses Armin playfully. He peppers Bertolt's jaw with kisses to make up for the late well-wishing. "I got you something," he whispers into the hollow of his throat. 

"Really?" Bertolt sounds surprised. He shouldn't be, but he's always had trouble accepting good things. 

Armin nods. He disentangles himself from the embrace and goes to retrieve the Package.

Before he hands it over, though, he waivers. "Um, it might be a tad presumptuous of me to get you this present. It was a bit of a gamble really, but I thought, what the hell, you really deserve something special, right?"

Bertolt shoots him a wary glance. "Is it like... a sexy present?" 

Armin presses his lips together. "Uh, not exactly... Here. See for yourself."

With slow hesitant movements, he starts opening his gift. Armin bites his lip in anticipation as Betrolt takes his sweet time to undo the sellotape and carefully peel the wrapping paper back. He fidgets with the excess skin on his knuckles while he waits. He should have foreseen this. Bertolt is not the type of guy to ruin somebody else's work, even if that's some amateurish wrapping job Armin hastily threw together because he didn't like the look of the shopping bag.

Finally, the present is revealed. Bertolt holds it up at arms length to inspect it and blinks owlishly at it as if he can't trust what his eyes are showing him.

"A leather jacket?" he asks, his voice a mix of confusion and surprise.

Armin blushes furiously. Damn, he messed up, didn't he?

"Look, um, I know it's not really your style, but um... I saw you eyeing it the other day at the mall, and then you told me that story about playing Putzie in your high school's production of Grease, and you said you loved the outfit, and you made that joke about only tough guys wearing leather, and I thought... Well, why should it be like this? It's just an article of clothing, right? If you want to wear it and you like the look of it then you should wear it! But, um, I now realize that I might have overstepped. It's ultimately up to you to decide if you want to change your style or not. I'm sorry. I've kept the receipt. We can change it if you hate it."

He's too scared to look up and meet his boyfriend's eyes. What was he thinking? A present like that has implications. Bertolt is probably convinced that Armin doesn't like him the way he is, that he's trying to change him, to turn him into some stereotypical version of a bad boy. It couldn't be further from the truth of course, but actions have meaning and the meaning of this action evaded him until now.

A warm hand engulfs his own. Armin raises his eyes.

Bertolt is smiling. His cheeks are bright red, but his expression is soft and gentle. "I don't hate it," he says. "I don't know if I'm bold enough to wear it outside, but... I really like it!"

Relief floods Armin's chest. "Really?"

"Yeah." Bertolt nods. He takes a step backwards to have some space and slips the jacket on. He does a little twirl. "How does it look?"

Armin beams. "Amazing!" His eyes dart to the zipper. He points to it. "Can I do the honors?"

Bert lets out an airy giggle. "Of course!" He comes closer again, within Armin's reach.

With a huge grin on his face, he brings the ends together and drags the pull up, watching mesmerized as the teeth align, up and up his boyfriend's torso, hugging his chest in the tight black fabric. He's a little breathless by the time he has the jacket closed.

Bertolt must notice because he's peering at him quizzically. "What- what is it? Is it bad?"

Armin avoids his eyes. "No, no! It's great! Just-" he hesitates. "I guess it's a bit of a sexy present after all..."

Bertolt gapes at him. "Oh," he manages to say after a while. Then his expression turns devious. "I can't blame you. Comes with the territory when you're dating a bad boy."

"Right," laughs Armin. "Tough guys are known to have this allure."

"Are you doubting me?" teases Bertolt.

Armin pauses and takes a moment to look at his boyfriend. Really look at him. He stands a little taller, he notes, a little prouder. His grin is relaxed, and he's joking with him without stuttering at all or shying away. He's lovely like this.

"No," he says. "No, not at all." 

[aotnumber1fan]

Confessions at sunset

Bertholdt x fem!reader

a/n: Almost cried while making this, bertholdt has such a special place in my heart ilhsm

warnings: slight angst-fluff-heavier angst, (safe for angst dislikers like me), sfw, sort of ooc? Things go from 0 to 100 fast and like rereading this he's a bit ooc so sorry if it bothers you! 😭

"And this one means longevity..." I traced the small line that crossed the top of his palm, ending as quick as it started. "Looks like you won't be living a long life." I playfully smiled, but when I turned around to look up at him, my smile faltered.

We were seated by the ledge of the cabin, my legs hanging off and his, firmly set on the ground. He was leaning back, hand supporting him. I say hand because his other was firmly grasped by mine, my fingers taking the chance to trace every plunge and curve of his palm.

"Bertholdt?" His face was stuck in place, brows un-furrowing at my call of his name. I blinked a few times, trying to erase the uneasiness by focusing my gaze on his palm, which started to curl inwards.

"Oh would you look at that..." He shuffled his head above my shoulder, as I showed him my right hand. "Mine is long." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, I coughed.

"And.. Uhm.." I took his left hand, placing my right on his pinky side, "The gaps.. we have the same gaps." his short line connected and continued onto mine, that stretched farther and darker than his.

"About the longevity thing.. I made it up.." I pursed my lips in an akward smile that he luckily, couldn't see. "My mom didn't teach me nearly as much as I told you she did." I noted how much warmer his palm was, and brought my other hand to hold his with.

"She didn't excatly.. live long enough for that. You know, with the whole collosal breaching the wall stuff.." I murmured out, looking at the spaces between our three defining lines. Furrowing my brows in thought.

What I didn't know, is that he did the same. What I didn't feel, was him tensing up, the way his teeth clenched. His right hand was placed by his knee, balled up, as his left one was held, trembling ever so slightly more than seconds ago.

"I'm sorry if I brought up any bad memories.. I tend to talk without thinking and–"

"It's okay."

Bertholdt wasn't the type to start things. He wasn't one to meddle in them, wasn't the type to end them either. He was an important piece that only had ears, it seemed like. Maybe that's what made him stand out to me.

I felt him nudge me softly as I sprung back to reality, a small smile and string of 'sorrys' leaving me with a turn to his attentive face.

"The space.. Between the lines." He muttered, eyes skimming over me. "You talked about them, what did you want to say?"

I looked at our hands. "Oh! It means heartbreak. The farther the lines are from eachother.. Signifies heartbreak." My tone died out as I finished the sentence, ending flatly, a silence ensuing.

Bertholdt's hand interlocked with mine, a small, breathy, shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Then I hope your mom's readings are wrong." My head turned to right, and I was met with his pink face averting mine. "Sorry."

Though.. I didn't get a good look. I turned away quickly too. "Don't be... I don't really believe in her readings. They've been proven false... Many times."

I kissed my teeth, remembering how she'd talk about what her life had in store for her. She was right. Life had one hell of a surprise for her. I wasn't sure she liked it though.

Bertholdt hummed, watching me as I let go of his hand, deciding bring myself in and hold on my legs.

"Only a fool would break your heart anyways." He murmured, but I heard him.

"I don't care about mine." I murmured back, but he heard me. He paused, and he stared at me. Well I didn't see him but god did I feel it.

"I.." I closed my eyes with a sigh, hoping he didn't notice the goosebumps on my arms. "How are you and Annie going? You manage to finally woo her?"

Silence ensued. I didn't want to turn around.. to look at him, though that pink face was nice to look at... It was a fluke. Only one person can make him blush like that.

It was still quiet. Did he not hear me? "H-"

My words got lodged in my throat as I felt his hand slither around my waist, pulling me back, next to him.. Also a bit closer. "I can't see your face if I'm behind you." My heart pumped, thundering against my ears.

"Did.. D-Did you hear my question?" I cringed at my stutter but he didn't make much of deal about it. I looked at him from the corners of my eye, but his face was pretty blurry. It faced down, away from me... It was hard to decipher his expression.

He was hard to decipher.

"I did."

I looked down. "Then why didn't you answer?"

"What were you going to say? Before you mentioned Annie." His tone was firm, unusual, but still overwhelmingly him.

"I'm not sure.. Forget about that just–"

"Please?"

His plea shut me up. And I only realised how frustrated I was when I felt a tear land on my thigh, another on my hand, that I fisted harder than what was considered to be normal.

His thumb wiped the tear off my knuckles, shuffled to face me.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head, averting my eyes as he wiped the tears off my face, sliding his worn, thumbs under my eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was a tender, a barely heard apology. He didn't do anything wrong. Loving someone else wasn't a crime. I wanted to tell him. But the look on his face made me doubt that's what he was talking about.

It's not like I knew, anyway.

"You shouldn't be... I'm being dumb." I smiled and took his hands, placing them down infront of us. "I don't want your heart to get broken, because I know how it feels like, and it feels like shit." I paused. "That's what I was going to say."

"The present."

"Huh—"

"You spoke in the present."

He was an important piece that only had ears.

"Yeah. I guess I did." It was tiring, keeping secrets from him. I didn't want him to know the hold he had on me but what was I to do when he noticed how I bended at his every word.

I let go of his hand and looked back infront of us, to the field where we stood in line and first met eachother. Well, first met Shadis. I still remember the beat down he gave me. Verbal of course, but it still felt very physical.

"Who's the guy?"

"You don't want to know." It was a sign for him to drop the subject. But it seemed like he just didn't want to.

"Why is that?"

I froze and turned my head, he stared down at the ground, not even lifting his head up for a second. I needed to find an excuse.

"You won't like him."

"Who is he?"

I didn't want to lash out, or raise my voice, but it was getting hard to stay patient with his constant prodding. He knew he was prying, but maybe he just didn't care. Maybe the answer was just that important.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"For fucks sake Hoover—Why won't you just drop it?" I didn't yell, my voice stayed the same, but my tone was a bit harsher than I meant it to be. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Because I like you."

My words jumbled up together and flew out my mouth without being pronouced, giving place to my gaping jaw. I closed it quickly, and it opened it again, coughing up a small fit.

"What." It didn't sound like a question. It wasn't. Didn't stop him from responding.

"I like you."

"Say it again." I was the one to move from my spot, and turn to look at him this time. He was the one to avoid my gaze, clenching his fists while staring at the ground, face oddly blank.

"I like you." He was a bit louder with each reiteration of the short sentence, like he was confirming it for himself as much as me.

"Again."

"I like you."

"Just one m—"

"Are you toying with me, Y/n?"

His glare transfered over to me, and I flinched, but in seeing that, he didn't hold it long. "Please don't. Please don't do that." A crack in his voice struck something within me.

"I'm not!" I rushed out, choosing my next words carefully.

"I like you. I'm in love with you. I like you romantically and I thought you liked Annie so that's why I lashed out earlier–and by the way, sorry about tha—"

"What." I focused on his face, and for once I could discern something. Confusion, mixed with shock, and... Something else.

"I thought you like Annie, so I lashe–"

He shook his head. "No.. The liking me part. Can you say it again?" His face was yet again, neutral, but his eyes held hope.

"No." His lips twitched to say something, but I cut him off with mine. On his.

I felt a push and I backed away, eyes wide. "Shit I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bertholdt I thought–I should've—"

He placed his hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, leaning in again to kiss me. It was a juvenile, quick, short, and confused kiss. A test, an introduction, the first kiss.

But then we kissed again, and it was longer, softer, deeper. And then again; we got warmer, and we took our time, breaking apart every few seconds to breathe and reconnect. We stopped, eventually. My lips tingled, like the butterflies that inhabited my stomach flew and landed on my lips,

as weird as that sounds.

His lips were swollen. Red, warm to the touch–I assumed. His cheeks were in the same boat. The tips of his ears as well. A couple seconds passed and I realized that his eyes were aswell. Tears starting to spill out, they were becoming red and puffy.

My hands stuttered and I brought his head to my shoulder, propping myself on my knees so that his back wouldn't ache.

Soft, almost soundless sobs left him, my shoulder getting damp. His hands clutched my white button down as he continued to cry, and I started to smile.

"Are you that happy?" It was presumptious of me to assume that he was crying of joy, but I pressed my lips shut and cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears like he did me.

"I'm... sorry." His voice whispered, and it wavered, and it might've been the weakest I've ever heard him. I leaned in and left a kiss on his forehead, nervously smiling.

"It's okay."

This didn't seem to satisfy him, as he looked to the ground. His soulders slumping forward, and hands clenching and opening up repetedly.

"I'm... Really, sorry. I'm sorry—I'm so, sorry.." It was like a chant that he repeated, each one quieter than the last. His body leaned into me, facing the floor. He was tired. Like he was bearing the whole world on his shoulders.

Something felt off with his apologies. Like they weren't for me. But if they weren't, who would they be for?

No, that wasn't the right question. I rested my chin on his head, and thread my hands through his hair, gently patting the unruly parts down.

The question, was what were they for. He hadn't done anything wrong. Yet he continued apologizing, under his breath. He paused.

You were right earlier, that he didn't want to know. He shouldn't have pushed it.

"Please... Don't hate me."

[peni1234]

This is the first chapter:

The forests stretched endlessly, shadows moving between ancient trees as sunlight filtered through the canopy above. Somewhere in this wilderness, beyond the safety of Wall Maria's embrace, something stirred. Something that had once been human, wandering aimlessly through a nightmare that seemed to have no end.

The creature moved with ignorance and hunger, its large body crushing undergrowth beneath enormous feet. Empty eyes stared ahead, seeing nothing yet searching for something it couldn't name. Its jaw hung slack, saliva dripping to the forest floor as it shambled forward. The Titan had been wandering for what felt like eternities, driven by an insatiable hunger that consumed everything in its path.

Humans that had fallen to its mindless goals. Men, women - all had become sustenance for the beasts that knew no mercy, no recognition, no humanity. The count grew higher with each passing day, each life snuffed out adding to the weight of carnage that the creature's dormant consciousness would someday have to bear in its wake. Six thousand seven hundred and ninety-one souls had been devoured by those massive jaws, yet still the hunger persisted.

But on this particular morning, as mist clung to the forest floor and birds sang, something changed. The titan stumbled, its massive form swaying before collapsing to its knees. Steam began to rise from its flesh as the creature let out a sound that was neither roar nor scream, but something far more human. The transformation was violent, skin peeling away in strips as the monster's form began to shrink.

What emerged from the dissolving carcass was a small figure - a child no older than seven, with stark white hair matted with blood and grime. Red eyes, wide with terror and confusion, darted around the forest clearing. The boy's form was covered in cuts and bruises, weird clothes with one red scarf, skin stretched taut over protruding ribs. He had no memory of all. All he knew was the overwhelming sensation of being utterly, completely alone.

The child stumbled to his feet, legs shaking beneath his emaciated frame. His throat was raw, though he couldn't remember screaming. His stomach cramped with hunger so intense it felt like dying, yet he had no recollection of eating. Everything was darkness, punctuated only by flashes of something that might have been hell itself.

As he staggered through the underbrush, searching for anything that might tell him who he was or where he belonged, another presence made itself known. From the shadow of the dissolving titan corpse, something else began to form. The air shimmered, and suddenly there stood another figure - identical to the boy yet somehow fundamentally different.

But the boy, lost in his own trauma and confusion, didn't notice. The ???? observed him for a long moment, understanding passing between them without words. Then, as silently as it had appeared, the ???? faded back into the shadows as the world was covered in darkness as the boy lost consciousness.

The white-haired boy would soon wake up in another place which he didn't pay any mind as he pressed deeper into the forest, driven by instincts he didn't understand. His bare feet left bloody prints on the forest floor, but he felt no pain. Nothing existed beyond the desperate need to find... something. Someone. Anyone who might tell him he wasn't alone in this world that felt so cold and empty.

Hours passed, or perhaps days - time had no meaning for a child who had nothing to anchor him to reality. The sun climbed higher, casting dappled shadows through the canopy above. It was then that he heard voices, soft and feminine, drifting through the trees like music after silence.

"Mother, look at this flower," came a young voice, filled with the kind of innocent wonder that the boy had never known he was missing. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, Mikasa," replied an older woman, warmth evident in her tone. "Your father always said that the forest holds the most precious treasures. We just have to know where to look."

The boy crept closer, drawn by sounds that seemed to promise something he'd never experienced - kindness, perhaps. Safety. Through a gap in the trees, he saw them: a woman with dark hair tied back in a simple style, her clothes marking her as someone who worked with her hands, and beside her, a young girl with hair as black as midnight and eyes that seemed to hold depths he couldn't fathom.

The girl was perhaps his own age, though where he was all sharp angles and hollow cheeks, she possessed a healthy glow that spoke of meals shared around a warm table and nights spent safe beneath a loving roof. She wore a simple dress, practical but well-maintained, and her movements held the confidence of a child who had never known real fear.

For a moment, the boy simply watched, transfixed by this glimpse into a world he'd never known existed. But his weakened state betrayed him. His legs gave out, sending him tumbling through the underbrush with a crash that echoed through the forest clearing.

Both women turned toward the sound, the mother instinctively moving to shield her daughter. But it was Mikasa who spoke first, her young voice carrying a strength that belied her years.

"Mother, there's someone there." She took a step forward, ignoring her mother's restraining hand. "Someone who needs help."

The boy tried to flee, panic overtaking him as he realized he'd been discovered. But malnutrition and exhaustion had taken their toll. He managed only a few stumbling steps before collapsing again, this time into plain view of the two women.

Mikasa's sharp intake of breath was audible in the sudden silence. The boy was a sight to inspire either fear or pity - wild white hair stained with dirt and blood, red eyes that seemed to glow with their own inner fire, and a frame so emaciated that every rib was visible beneath pale skin. He looked more like some forest spirit than a human child.

"Please," he whispered, though the word came out as barely more than a croak. "I... I don't..."

He couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't put into words the vast emptiness that consumed him. But something in Mikasa's expression shifted, the initial shock giving way to something else entirely. She pulled free of her mother's grip and approached the strange boy, showing no fear despite his unsettling appearance.

"You're alone," she said, and it wasn't a question. There was recognition in her voice, as if she understood something fundamental about the boy's situation that even he didn't grasp. "No one should be alone in the forest. You don't have to be alone."

Those words - alone - hit the boy like a physical blow. Yes, that was exactly what he was. Alone in a way that went beyond simple isolation, alone in a way that felt like it might kill him if it continued much longer. He stared up at this girl who seemed to see right through to the core of his pain, and for the first time since awakening in the forest, he felt something other than despair.

"What's your name?" Mikasa asked, crouching down so they were at eye level. Her mother hung back, clearly uncertain about this strange encounter, but the girl seemed to operate on instincts that went deeper than caution.

The boy opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again. He had no name. No memories. No identity beyond the weight of actions he couldn't remember taking. "I... I don't know," he admitted, the words scraping his raw throat.

Mikasa's brow furrowed in concentration, as if this were a puzzle she was determined to solve. She studied his face intently, taking in the sharp cheekbones, the unusual coloring, the way he seemed to withdraw into himself even as he desperately reached out for connection.

"Then we'll give you one," she said with the kind of decisive certainty that only children possess. "You need a name. Everyone needs a name." She paused, tilting her head as she considered. "Y/n. Your name is Y/n."

The sound of it - Y/n - resonated through the boy's entire being. It felt right somehow, like putting on clothes that had been tailored specifically for him. He repeated it softly, testing how it felt on his tongue, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, he smiled.

"Y/n," he said again, stronger this time. "My name is Y/n."

Mikasa smiled back, and the expression transformed her entire face. Where before she had seemed merely pretty, now she was radiant, lit from within by a warmth that made Y/n's chest tighten with an emotion he couldn't name. "See? That's better. Now you're not just alone anymore - you have a name, and names are important. They make you real."

"Mikasa." Her mother's voice carried a note of warning, but also resignation. The woman had clearly recognized something in her daughter's expression, some decision that had been made without consultation. "We should... we should take him home. Your father will want to see him."

Y/n's head snapped up, hope and terror warring in his red eyes. "Home?" The word was foreign on his tongue, a concept he understood intellectually but had never experienced personally.

"Yes," Mikasa said firmly, rising to her feet and extending her hand to him. "Our home. You'll stay with us, won't you? At least until... until you remember where you belong."

But as Y/n reached out to take her offered hand, he felt a certainty settle in his chest that had nothing to do with recovered memories. She had given him a name, offered him kindness when he was at his lowest point, seen him as human when he felt like anything but. In that moment, Mikasa became the most important person in his world - the only person in his world - and Y/n knew with absolute conviction that he would do anything to stay by her side.

Their fingers interlocked, and Y/n felt warmth spread up his arm and settle somewhere in the region of his heart. Mikasa's grip was firm and sure, anchoring him to this new reality where he had a name and a purpose and someone who cared whether he lived or died.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of gratitude too profound for his young voice to properly convey.

Mikasa squeezed his hand gently. "Come on," she said, tugging him toward the path that would lead them out of the forest. "Let's go home."

The walk back to the Ackerman house was a journey of revelations for Y/n. With each step away from the forest where he'd awakened, the world seemed to expand around him. He learned that Mikasa's mother was named Mrs. Ackerman - though she invited him to call her by her first name once they reached the house - and that they lived in a modest but comfortable home on the outskirts of Shiganshina District, close enough to Wall Maria to feel safe but far enough from the main settlement to enjoy relative privacy.

The house itself was everything Y/n had never known he was missing. It was built of solid wood and stone, with windows that caught the afternoon light and a garden where vegetables grew in neat, well-tended rows. Smoke rose from the chimney, promising warmth and the kind of comfort that came from shared meals and quiet evenings by the fire.

"Father's probably back," Mikasa explained as they approached the front door. "He hunts animals - bunnies, birds, things like that. He's very good with his aim."

Y/n nodded, though he had no frame of reference for what constituted skill in hunting. Everything about this world was new to him, from the concept of family to the idea that people could create beautiful things simply because they wanted to.

Mrs. Ackerman pushed open the front door, calling out as she entered. "Dear, we have a visitor. A young man who... well, you'll see."

The interior of the house was warm and inviting, filled with the kind of careful touches that spoke of a family that took pride in their home. Handwoven rugs covered wooden floors, and the furniture was clearly crafted with love and attention to detail. Y/n found himself overwhelmed by the sheer domesticity of it all - the way light filtered through clean windows, the scent of something cooking in the kitchen, the presence of books on shelves and tools hanging neatly on walls.

Heavy footsteps announced the approach of Mikasa's father before he appeared in the doorway. Mr. Ackerman was a man of medium height with kind eyes. His dark hair was beginning to show threads of silver at the temples, and his clothing was simple but well-maintained. When he saw Y/n, his eyebrows rose in surprise, but there was no fear in his expression - only curiosity and a growing concern.

"Well," he said after a moment, his voice carrying the same warmth that seemed to permeate everything about this family. "You look like you've had quite an adventure. What's your name?"

"Y/n," the boy replied, finding strength in the sound of it. "Mikasa gave it to me."

Mr. Ackerman's eyes flicked to his daughter, and Y/n caught the silent communication that passed between them. There was understanding there, and perhaps a touch of pride in the way the man's expression softened.

"Y/n," he repeated, testing the name. "That's a strong name. Fits you, I think." He crouched down, bringing himself to Y/n's eye level much as his daughter had done in the forest. "You look hungry, son. When's the last time you had a proper meal?"

Y/n opened his mouth to answer, then realized he had no idea. His memories were fragments at best, leaving him with the uncomfortable certainty that he'd been surviving on nothing but desperation for longer than any child should have to endure.

"I don't remember," he admitted, and was surprised when neither parent seemed shocked by this revelation.

"Well, then," Mr. Ackerman said, straightening up and clapping his hands together. "First things first - we get some food into you. Can't have a growing boy wasting away on our watch. Then we'll see about getting you cleaned up and into some proper clothes."

The next few hours passed in a blur of kindness that Y/n struggled to process. Mrs. Ackerman prepared a simple but hearty meal - soup thick with vegetables and bread still warm - while Mikasa chattered away about everything and nothing, filling the silence with stories about the forest, her parents' work, and the various small adventures that made up her daily life.

Y/n ate carefully at first, unsure if this abundance might be snatched away at any moment. But as the warm food settled in his stomach and the family continued their gentle conversation around him, he began to relax. These people weren't going to hurt him. More than that, they seemed genuinely happy to have him in their home.

"Where are you from, Y/n?" Mr. Ackerman asked once the boy had finished his second bowl of soup. The question was casual, but Y/n caught the undertone of real concern.

"I don't know," Y/n said, the words coming easier now that he'd used them several times. "I woke up in the forest this morning. I don't remember anything before that."

The parents exchanged another one of their meaningful looks, and Y/n sensed that this information carried more weight than he understood. But Mikasa, seemingly oblivious to any larger implications, simply reached across the table and patted his hand.

"That's okay," she said with the confidence of someone who had never encountered a problem that couldn't be solved with enough determination. "You're here now. That's what matters."

And in that moment, Y/n felt something shift inside his chest. The overwhelming emptiness that had consumed him since awakening began to recede, replaced by something warm and bright and entirely foreign. He was still lost, still without memories or understanding of his place in the world. But for the first time, he wasn't alone.

The afternoon stretched on, filled with small kindnesses that built upon each other until Y/n began to believe that this might not be a dream from which he would soon wake. Mrs. Ackerman found clothes that would fit him - simple but clean garments that had perhaps belonged to a neighbor's child who had outgrown them. Mr. Ackerman showed him to a small room that could be his, at least temporarily, with a real bed and a window that looked out onto the garden.

But it was Mikasa who provided the moment that would define everything that came after. As evening approached and Y/n sat on the porch watching the sun sink toward the horizon, she appeared beside him with something clutched in her small hands.

"I made this for you," she said, presenting him with a small square of fabric. Y/n could see that it had been carefully stitched by young fingers, the thread work slightly uneven but executed with obvious care. In the center was an embroidered flower - simple but beautiful in its imperfection.

"A handkerchief," she explained, suddenly shy. "Mother taught me how to make them. I thought... I thought you might like to have something that was yours. Really yours."

Y/n took the gift with reverence, running his fingers over the careful stitches. No one had ever made anything specifically for him before - at least, not that he could remember. The fact that this girl, whom he'd known for less than a day, had taken the time to create something just for him was almost overwhelming.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion he couldn't quite name. "I... I'll keep it always."

"You don't have to," Mikasa said quickly, but her smile suggested that she hoped he would.

"No," Y/n said firmly, tucking the handkerchief carefully into his shirt pocket, right over his heart. "I want to. It's perfect."

They sat in comfortable silence as the day faded around them. In the distance, Wall Maria rose like a titan itself, a reminder of the larger world that lay beyond this small pocket of peace.

But for now, that world might as well not have existed. There was only this house, this family, and the growing certainty in Y/n's chest that he had found something worth protecting with his life.

Three years passed like pages turning in a book, each day adding new chapters to Y/n's understanding of what it meant to belong somewhere. The Ackerman house became truly his home, and the family welcomed him not as a temporary guest but as a permanent member. He learned to help Mr. Ackerman with his hunting, developing calluses on his hands and pride in work well done. He assisted Mrs. Ackerman in the garden, understanding for the first time the satisfaction that came from nurturing something and watching it grow.

But it was his relationship with Mikasa that defined these years, growing deeper and more complex with each passing season. They were constant companions, exploring the forest where they'd first met, sharing secrets whispered in the darkness of their respective rooms, and developing the kind of unshakeable bond that only childhood can forge.

Y/n grew taller and stronger during these years, though he remained lean and sharp-featured. His white hair darkened very slightly but never lost its distinctive color, and his red eyes remained as striking as ever. But more than his physical appearance, it was his demeanor that changed most dramatically. The terrified, hollow child who had stumbled out of the forest was replaced by someone calmer, more confident, though shadows of that earlier trauma still lingered in moments of stress or uncertainty.

Mikasa bloomed during these same years, growing from a pretty child into a young woman of striking beauty and quiet strength. But more than her physical development, it was the depth of her character that impressed everyone who met her.

Their relationship was unlike anything either of them had seen in other families. While they were not blood siblings, they were closer than many who shared parents. Y/n would have done anything for Mikasa, and she relied on his companionship. They complemented each other perfectly. Where she could sometimes be impulsive, he provided the steady voice of reason.

It was during the spring of their third year together that Y/n made a decision that would bind them together even more completely. They were sitting by the stream that ran behind the house, watching the water catch and scatter sunlight like scattered diamonds. Mikasa had cut her finger on a sharp rock while they were exploring, and tears sparkled in her eyes as she tried to stop the bleeding.

"Here," Y/n said, pulling out the handkerchief she'd made for him years earlier. But as he moved to wrap her finger, something else occurred to him. Without hesitation, he pulled out his personal knife and drew the blade across his own finger, wincing only slightly at the sharp pain.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Mikasa asked, startled by his sudden action.

Instead of answering immediately, he pressed his bleeding finger against hers, allowing their blood to mingle before wrapping them both in the fabric that had become his most treasured possession.

"Now we'll always be family," he said simply, meeting her eyes with an intensity that belied his young age. "No matter where we go or what happens, we'll always have this connection. You'll never be alone, and neither will I."

Mikasa stared at him for a long moment, understanding passing between them that went beyond words. She felt something shift in that moment, a deepening of the bond they already shared. There was a rightness to it, as if some fundamental piece of the universe had clicked into place.

"Always," she agreed, her voice soft but certain. "We'll always be family."

Neither of them understood the full implications of what Y/n had just done - how his ????? blood would interact with her Ackerman heritage, creating a connection that went far beyond simple loyalty or affection. They only knew that something had changed between them, something that made Mikasa feel safer and more complete than she ever had before.

The years continued to pass peacefully, marked by small adventures and quiet growth. Y/n learned to read and write under Mrs. Ackerman's patient tutelage, discovering a hunger for knowledge that surprised them all. He devoured every book in the house, then began borrowing from neighbors (if any), always eager to learn more about the world beyond their small corner of it.

But perhaps most importantly, they learned about friendship during these years. Through Mikasa's connections in the nearby settlements, they met other children - including a bright, bookish boy named Armin and a passionate, hot-headed youth called Eren. These friendships expanded Y/n's world considerably, giving him his first real understanding of what lay beyond the Ackerman household.

Eren, in particular, fascinated Y/n with his burning desire to see the world beyond the walls. The boy spoke of joining the Survey Corps, of fighting titans and reclaiming humanity's lost territory, with a fervor that was both inspiring and slightly concerning. Y/n found himself drawn to these grand dreams even as his more practical nature warned him of their dangers.

Armin provided a different kind of friendship - quieter but no less meaningful. The blonde boy had a gift for seeing connections that others missed, and his gentle nature complemented Y/n's more serious demeanor perfectly. Through Armin, Y/n learned about books he'd never heard of, ideas he'd never considered, and possibilities he'd never imagined.

But through it all, Mikasa remained his anchor. She was the constant in his life, the person who knew him better than he knew himself. When nightmares occasionally plagued his sleep - fragments of memories he couldn't quite grasp, visions of violence and darkness that felt too real to be mere imagination - it was Mikasa who would appear at his bedside, offering comfort without questions.

"You don't have to tell me," she would say on these nights, sitting beside him until the worst of the terror passed. "But you don't have to face it alone, either."

And Y/n would nod, grateful beyond words for her presence, for the way she could calm the storm in his mind simply by being there. He never told her about the dreams - about the flashes of enormous teeth and the taste of blood, about the sensation of being something monstrous and unstoppable. Some instinct warned him that these visions were dangerous, not just to him but to everyone around him.

Instead, he focused on the present, on the life he'd built with the Ackermans, on the future he was beginning to envision for himself and Mikasa. He thought sometimes about what lay beyond Wall Maria, about the mysteries Armin spoke of and the adventures Eren dreamed of, but these were distant considerations compared to the immediate reality of his happiness.

That happiness was so complete, in fact, that Y/n sometimes felt guilty about it. How could he be so content when he knew nothing about his past, his family, or where he truly belonged? But whenever these doubts surfaced, Mikasa seemed to sense them, appearing at his side with a smile or a hand on his shoulder, reminding him without words that he did belong - here, with them, in this life they'd built together.

It was on a crisp autumn morning during their fourth year together that everything changed. Y/n was helping Mr. Ackerman repair a section of fence that had been damaged in a recent storm when they heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Visitors were uncommon in their remote location, and both males straightened with interest as a single horse and rider came into view.

The woman who dismounted in their yard was unlike anyone Y/n had ever seen. She was tall and lean, with silver-streaked hair pulled back in a severe style and eyes that seemed to take in everything at once. Her clothing was practical but well-made, and she carried herself with the kind of confidence that suggested she was accustomed to command.

"Ackerman, good to see you" she said without preamble, her voice carrying authority despite its moderate tone. "I hope you'll forgive the intrusion, but I need to speak with you about a matter of some importance."

Mr. Ackerman set down his hammer, wiping his hands on his work apron. "Of course. Please, come inside. Y/n, would you find Mikasa and ask her to help her mother with refreshments?"

But Y/n found himself reluctant to leave, something about this stranger setting his nerves on edge. There was power in her bearing, the kind that came from making decisions that affected many lives. More than that, there was something familiar about her that he couldn't quite place - not in terms of recognition, but in some deeper sense of connection.

"Actually," the woman said, her sharp gaze falling on Y/n, "perhaps the boy should stay. This concerns him as well."

Y/n felt his blood turn to ice at her words. For four years, he'd lived in relative peace, gradually allowing himself to believe that whatever past he'd lost might stay lost. But the way this woman looked at him suggested that his time of hiding was coming to an end.

Mr. Ackerman's expression grew troubled, but he nodded slowly. "Very well. Y/n, please ask Mikasa to join us, then come inside yourself. It seems we have important matters to discuss."

As Y/n walked toward the house on unsteady legs, he couldn't shake the feeling that his peaceful life with the Ackermans was about to come to problematic endeavours. Behind him, he could hear the stranger speaking in low, urgent tones to Mr. Ackerman, though he couldn't make out the words.

Whatever she had come to tell them, Y/n was certain it would change everything. The only question was whether he would be strong enough to face whatever truths she brought with her, and whether the bonds he'd forged over the past four years would survive the revelation of who he truly was.

Inside the house, Mikasa looked up from her needlework as he entered, immediately sensing his distress. "Y/n? What's wrong?"

"We have a visitor," he said, surprised by how steady his voice sounded despite the turmoil in his chest. "Your father wants us both to join them. I think... I think she wants something with me."

Mikasa's innocent eyes flashed with something protective. "Then we'll go together," she said simply, rising to take his hand. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

[cal758]

Eren Fanfic Snippet #14: He did it

when jean first sees y/n walking up to eren he blushes at her but was more enamored with mikasa. that night eren notices that jean finds y/n cute and feels a pang of jealousy. whenever they started sparring ; jean has tried time and time again to flirt with Y/N and for her to take the hint he likes her . eren isn’t happy with jean trying to steal her away . for some time he’s noticed jean trying to make a move on y/n and she pays the flirt no mind. When y/n had sparred with jean it ends up in a tie Y/N nearly beats him but before their fight ended jean was on top of y/n leaving the girl shocked . as much as y/n was surprised by that eren didn’t take kindly to that and was even more jealous. While having one of their make-out sessions,

y/n notices eren has acted differently ever since she sparred with jean earlier in the day .“ E-Eren , mm.. w-what’s gotten into you ? Mm” having a hard time talking but the kisses felt too good to stop. “Isn’t that obvious y/n? *kissing her jaw* i can’t stand jean looking at you like that “ finally relieved he told the petite girl what had been bothering him. “Oh ? Is that right? *kissing his face* i guess we’ll have to show him i belong to you and you belong to me.. “ . “Oh ? and what do you have in mind my love ?..” . “I .. mmph!” . already having the idea before y/n even saying anything eren gave y/n her first hickey .. with this new feeling y/n covered her mouth before someone could hear them .. “ *panting * there , that’ll be enough proof you’re mine when you see that horseface tomorrow ... sometime later they were training to balance on ODM gear . While mikasa had no trouble trying it but with y/n she flipped over the first time . Pondering in her head she had a lightbulb moment while still upside down ‘hmmm… i wonder what … that’s it ! ‘ right before shadis told a training recruit to lower her down y/n interrupted . “Commandant!, One more try i want to test it out “ amused and feeling this spirited girl would fail he agreed causing her comrades to murmur “ is she stupid ? “ “she’s only going to waste the commandants time . Once flipped upwards the girl struggled at first but she succeeded ‘ I.. I did it !’ nearly everyones mouth was agape except eren’s .Both proud on the inside and showing him the widest smile she could manage . “Well i’m shocked color me surprised (L/N) , JEAGER get your ass over here and start trying the gear too!” Running over to the commandants side the boy gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead which told her ‘ i knew you could do it..’ . Unfortunately he ended upside down like y/n did , to say it didn’t bother him would be an understatement . Y/N did her best to comfort her lover and one of the best things about these two is that they didn’t need words because both being there for one another was enough. After trying and failing eren struggled to stay upright but once flipped over shadis told said that he used a broken odm gear . Ordering a recruit to bring a new set and once eren put on the new one he was upright . ‘ H-He did it.. ‘ “ I-I did it .. “ asking shadis if this means he can stay to continue training . Nodding and giving a short yes , the boy pumped his fists in the air happy that he passed . Some soldiers were surprised and that he managed to use a faulty gear to be up for a brief time . Eren had the happiest grin on his face looking at mikasa thinking ‘There’s no need for me to depend on you anymore !’ “Look his eyes are saying “How’s that?” “. Mikasa shook her head in disagreement “No, that’s not it.. he’s relieved he won’t have to be separated from me “ . making y/n sweatdrop and mentally facepalm herself looked right back at him ‘ No , that’s not right either mikasa , he looks happy at the fact he doesn’t need to depend on you .. “ showing her lover a small but happy smile . Once the boy took off the gear and was on the ground he heard an excited voice he loves to hear . “Eren !!”running towards her lover eren catches y/n in time like how he always did when they were kids . “I-Idiot, what if i didn’t catch you in - mmmph” catching her boyfriend by surprise

y/n pulled on his clothes to lower him .. just a bit and suddenly kissed him . ‘y/n ..’ , with his heart feeling full he slowly closed his eyes and kissed his girl with the same intensity she was giving him wrapping his arms to her waist . The other trainees were mind blown at them kissing . One of them whistled while others were murmuring .. “Jaeger has a girlfriend?!” “ and here i thought he was another idiot “ “damn it , it’s always the cute ones that are taken “ . Reiner and armin were taken aback that y/n made such a daring move , “now who would’ve thought eren managed to catch himself a cute girl” smirking at the two . Unbeknownst to everyone including y/n mikasa started tightening one of her fists. Once they had let go eren tried asking what had gotten into her but she cut him off by embracing the boy . “ eren you can lecture me later but right now i just want to hold you right now i’m just so proud of you .. “ slightly tightening their embrace eren was glad y/n isn’t looking at him at the moment . The brunette softly smiled with an evident blush on his cheeks ..

[tortellimi]

hi my lovelies, please please please feel free to leave requests and ideas in my ask box! i’m super new to writing and im so shocked that all of my original posts to far have gotten over 10 notes

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thinking about how postwar!levi would wake up next to you, awoken of course by his face being peppered with kisses. if he dared to question you, he’d be shut up with soft kisses to his pillow soft lips. because why would he complain when he could let you love him?

[oivsyo]

[It's only a few hours before arriving in Odiha, we need to take some rest]

Initially I wanted to draw it as a random cuddling because I really love drawing fluff with Reiner and Bertolt, espesially post timeskip BertRei one. After making the sketch I put this drawing away for quite a long time and all this time I was thinking over Bertolt survived AU. Headcanons warning.

I needed a moment when Reiner and Bert can finally have the TALK after RBA reunited in the forest. And at some point I realised that this scene should happen on the way to Odiha and it will be a rather bitter-sweet one.

They didn't have a chance to talk earlier. Last night, in the forest around the campfire, RBA reunites. They haven't seen each other for 4 long years. For 4 years, Reiner and Bertolt grieved thinking that the other was no longer alive.

There is a short break to rest before arriving in Odiha. And this is the very moment when the characters can have privacy and finally talk, say what they failed to say to each other before the battle for Shigansina and enjoy a long-awaited reunion.

However, at this point in the story, no one knows that they will eventually be freed from the curse of Ymir. So the happiness from their reunion is overshadowed by the realization that they only have around 2 years left.

Even if they somehow survive tomorrow, in a destroyed world they won't be able to live the rest of their lives peacefully. The realisation crushes them down. It makes them hold on to each other tighter and not let go.

Too much of their precious time has already been taken from them, and they have even less of it left. Now they don't want to waste a single moment. Unfortunatly duty calls and they still don't belong to themselves.

They are too exhausted both physically and emotionally, so being overwhelmed with emothions they just fall asleep in each other's arms, promising each other that they will survive tomorrow or die fighting shoulder to shoulder.

Spoiler: in this AU they will survive and will be freed from the curse, so they will have a chance to live long life.

[silkois]

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[mesyakee]

Between Classes and Glances (CHAPTER 1)

Characters: Levi, Hange, Erwin, Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Annie, Bertolt, Reiner, Jean(more to be introduced)

Content and warnings: college AU, prof!levi x f!reader, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 25) cursing, slowburn, in denial (guess who💔) fluff!

WC: 17.2K — part 1, part 2

A/N: THIS IS WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON random idea that came to my head last night, ill probably make more chapters about this if it pops off, i refuse to use y/n but i had to add it once because my brain fogged up 😞🤞🏾

The moment we stepped off the cab, the city wrapped around us—loud, fast, and buzzing with something electric. I glanced at Sasha, who was already pointing out hotdogs in warm buns that the street vendor is selling, like we hadn’t just arrived with our entire lives stuffed into three suitcases. Mikasa stood beside me, calm as ever, but I could tell by the way she tightened her ponytail that she was scanning everything, cataloguing it. New school, new city, new everything. I was scared out of my mind. But with my two best friends by my side, maybe the edge didn’t feel quite so steep.

“Oh my god, look at that food truck,” Sasha said, already halfway across the sidewalk, dragging her suitcase behind her like it was weightless. “If we don’t eat there by tomorrow, I’m filing a complaint.”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. “With who?”

“Fate,” Sasha replied, grinning.

I laughed, but my fingers tightened around the handle of my suitcase. The dorm building loomed across the street—tall, brick, and older than I expected, with ivy crawling up one side and windows that looked like they’d creak when opened. It wasn’t fancy, but it had character. And a whole new version of my life inside it.

“Ready?” Mikasa asked, already reading me like a book.

“Hell no,” I said jokingly “But let’s go anyway.”

We hauled our stuff across the street, the wheels of our bags clattering on the uneven pavement. We stood infront of the building, a sign on top of the automatic doors, Eldia University Wall Maria Dormitory. Inside, the dorm smelled like fresh paint, and a hint of cafeteria food—comforting in a weird, institutional way.

Our room was on the third floor, a corner unit with two big windows and just enough space for three beds, three desks, and exactly zero privacy. Still, it was ours.

As we were unlocking the door, the one across the hall swung open.

“Yo!” A tall guy with buzzed hair leaned out. “more neighbors?”

Sasha gave him a once-over. “Depends. Are you loud, messy, or weird?”

“Definitely loud,” he said proudly. “I’m Connie. That’s Jean.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, where another guy with sharp cheekbones and a cocky smirk nodded at us.

“I’m Sasha,” she said, already warming up. “This is Mikasa, and that’s y/n"

stepping forward i greeted them. “Hi, Nice to meet you!"

From down the hall, we heard another door open, followed by rapid footsteps.

“Connie!” a voice shouted. “You said there’d be pizza!”

Another pair appeared—blond hair and bright blue eyes, followed closely by a guy with messy brown hair and a scowl that looked permanent.

“Armin and Eren,” Connie said, unfazed. “They basically live here too.”

Mikasa's eyes flicked to Eren. “Great, a fuckboy neighbor” she muttered, not looking thrilled, eren didnt look as thrilled aswell and raised a brow at her comment. I let out a small chuckle at the two.

Once the introductions were over, we ducked into our room and shut the door behind us. The noise from the hallway dimmed, replaced by the creak of floorboards and the occasional groan from our suitcases as we unzipped them.

Sasha immediately claimed the bed closest to the window. “Natural light. Ideal for snacks and selfies,” she said, tossing her hoodie onto the mattress.

Mikasa took the bed near the door without a word, already starting to fold her clothes into the small dresser like she’d been planning her drawer layout for weeks.

I sat on the middle bed and looked around. The walls were bare, off-white with a faint crack running from the corner of the ceiling. The desk lamp flickered when I tried it, but the bed was surprisingly soft. I sank into it with a sigh.

“We should get posters,” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Make it feel less... prison-cell chic.”

“I’m thinking fairy lights,” Sasha added, digging through her bag. “And snacks. Like, a whole snack drawer. Or cabinet. No, a snack shrine.”

Mikasa glanced over. “Only if we can hide your Hot Cheetos. You almost burned my nose last year.”

“Worth it,” Sasha said, grinning.

We unpacked in a rhythm that felt oddly familiar—like we’d done it a hundred times before, even though this was a brand-new place. Clothes were hung, books stacked, blankets fluffed. By the time the sun started dipping outside the window, the room actually looked like ours.

I leaned back on my bed, arms behind my head, and stared at the ceiling.

“This is real, huh?”

Sasha flopped down beside me. “Yeah. It’s really happening.”

Mikasa sat on her desk chair, tucking her legs up. “We made it.”

And for the first time that day, I actually believed it.

The sun was setting when we finally ventured out. The air was cooler now, with that early-evening buzz—students wandering in loose groups, couples tucked close together, bikes weaving past us like we were all part of some giant, moving organism.

We ended up near the main quad, where brick paths crossed under strings of lights and benches lined the walkways. Everything felt alive. New.

I lagged a step behind Sasha and Mikasa, taking it all in. That’s when I saw him.

He wasn’t tall—not short, either, just compact. Sharp. Black hair cut into a clean undercut, the top swept back neatly like he didn’t try too hard but somehow got it perfect anyway. He wore a fitted black crewneck, sleeves pushed to his elbows, and dark gray cargo pants that hung just right—not too tight, not too loose. His sneakers were spotless.

He had this presence—calm, controlled, like he’d already figured out the chaos the rest of us were still tripping over.

Beside him walked a tall blond guy in a button-down and slacks—broad-shouldered and looking like someone’s future boss—and a woman with glasses, wild brown hair, and a coat way too big for the weather. She was talking with her hands, animated, while the two guys just nodded along like they were used to it.

“Who’s that?” I asked, nudging Mikasa.

She followed my gaze. “No idea. But they don’t look like freshmen.”

“Upperclassmen, maybe?” Sasha offered. “Or secret agents.”

The guy in black glanced up, just for a second. His eyes met mine—gray, unreadable—and then he looked away like nothing had happened.

But something had. I felt it in my chest.

I didn’t even know his name yet, and i definitely should not be developing feelings over a fellow schoolmate like a middle schooler.

I glanced back at him,

He didn’t look back.

Just kept walking, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but sharp in a way that made you think twice about bumping into him. The woman beside him kept talking, gesturing wildly at something in the distance, while the blond guy nodded with an almost professor-like calm. The three of them disappeared past the fountain like they belonged to another layer of this place—one I wasn’t part of yet.

“You okay?” Sasha asked, noticing I’d stopped walking.

“Yeah,” I said, shaking it off. “Just thought I saw someone... interesting.”

Mikasa followed my gaze and tilted her head. “You mean Mr. Short, Sharp, and Nonchalant??"

I blinked. “That’s... one way to describe him plus he's not that short"

“He looks like he could kill someone with a pencil and still get mistaken for a lost barista,” she added, completely serious.

Sasha wheezed. “Oh my god, he does look like he works at a café that only plays jazz.”

I tried not to laugh, but it slipped out. “You guys are the worst.”

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back one more time—just in case he did too.

He didn’t.

Classes haven't even started, but im already — definitely fucked

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the windows way too early for my liking. Sasha’s alarm had gone off at least three times before she finally turned it off by throwing a pillow at the wall.

“I swear it’s still night,” she mumbled, her face buried in her blanket.

Mikasa was already up, sitting at her desk in her oversized hoodie with her laptop open. “Class schedules are in,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just caused a panic.

“What?” I shot up in bed, hair probably looking like a small animal had made a nest in it.

“Email,” she replied, spinning her laptop so I could see. “Eldia University ‘Welcome to Your First Semester—Schedule, Subjects & Orientation Info.’”

Sasha bolted upright. “Tell me I don’t have 8 a.m. classes. I’ll drop out.”

I grabbed my phone off the charger, heart racing. A few taps later, there it was. My name. My schedule. The chaos that would rule my life for the next few months.

“Okay, so uh” I muttered, scanning the list. “Psychology, Writing Workshop Erwin Smith, Environmental Science and Chemistry Hange Zoe, and… oh shit"

"What?” Mikasa and Sasha said at the same time.

“‘Contemporary Political Theory,’ taught by someone named Levi Ackerman,” I said, holding up the phone with their school profile pictures

Mikasa nearly dropped her coffee. “Barista Murder Guy and his friends are professors?”

Sasha let out a loud snort. “Wait—so the resting bitch face one from yesterday is gonna teach you about politics? That’s either a disaster or the best class ever.”

I stared at the screen in disbelief. “I made eye contact with my professor before classes even started."

"Did it feel like being judged by a haunted statue?” Mikasa asked.

“A little,” I admitted.

Sasha clapped her hands. “Amazing. You're definitely not skipping that class.” I cursed under my breath and rolled out of my bed to plop on the floor. Well this is gonna be fun...i guess???

The main auditorium was packed. Freshmen filled the blue seats row by row, buzzing with caffeine and nerves. Banners hung from the rafters—Welcome to Eldia University!—and a slideshow looped on the screen with photos of clubs, past events, and overly enthusiastic mascot appearances.

I sat between Sasha and Mikasa in the middle row. Eren and Armin flanked Mikasa on the other side, while Jean and Connie had somehow scored free shirts from the booth outside and wouldn’t shut up about it.

“Dude, this shirt is limited edition,” Connie said, stretching his arms so we had to see the giant blue and silver wings logo across and Eldia University in Calibri font letters on his chest. “Freshman year starter pack, complete.” he said with a playful grin

Jean rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna shrink the second you wash it.”

Sasha leaned over. “Joke’s on him—he doesn’t wash anything.”

Before Connie could respond, the row in front of us filled. Three new students slid into the seats—tall, intimidating, and way too calm for first-years.

One had short blond hair, broad shoulders, and a relaxed posture like he was already over it. He looked at us and waved, “Name’s Reiner Braun. I’m in Sports Science. Probably the only guy here who willingly signed up for a 7 a.m. conditioning lab.” he said as he sat down, “Why would you do that to yourself?” Connie asked, horrified. “Character,” Reiner said with a grin. “And I like lifting heavy things.” the other was tall and quiet, his long frame folded awkwardly on the seat “I’m Bertolt Hoover. Architecture major.” “Cool,” Armin said, perking up. “I’ve always liked design theory.”

Bertolt gave him a small smile. “It’s harder than it looks.”

And next to him, a girl with icy eyes and a sharp jawline, expression unreadable. she sat down, arms resting inside the front pockets of her hoodie “Annie Leonhart. Criminology.” “Whoa,” Sasha said. “Like, law enforcement?”

Annie gave a slow nod. “Something like that.”

Armin, bless him, found his voice. “I—uh, I’m Armin. Literature and Political Theory. Not as exciting, I guess.”

Annie looked at him for the first time. Not a smile, but a little tilt of the head. “You must like overthinking.”

“I do, actually,” he said, smiling shyly..

I saw it. The way he did a double-take, blinked twice, and then casually tried to adjust his hair like it wasn’t already perfect.

Mikasa smirked. “You okay, Armin?”

“Fine,” he said too fast. “Totally fine. Just… uh, hot in here.”

Sasha leaned forward to whisper, “Should we throw him at her or let him suffer naturally?”

Jean gave her a look. “Let him suffer, for the plot”

A faculty member stepped onto the stage. Hange Zoë, by the way she waved both arms like a flight attendant mid-emergency. “Welcome, newbies!” she shouted. “I’m Dr. Zoë—head of Experimental Sciences, resident mad genius, and your unofficial tour guide to chaos!”

The crowd laughed nervously.

Eren leaned in. “Are all the professors like this?”

“I think she’s the fun one,” I whispered.

“Great,” Jean muttered. “That means there’s a mean one.”

Armin was still sneaking glances at Annie, who didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she did, and she was just good at ignoring people.

Reiner caught Armin looking and gave him a thumbs-up behind her back.

Armin nearly choked on his own breath.

Orientation had only just begun, and I already knew: this year was going to be a disaster—and I kind of couldn’t wait. After the introduction of the faculty members, an excruciatingly long speech from the University president via video and tour around the campus in this scorching heat, it's finally lunch time

We snagged two tables and pushed them together outside the Cadet Lounge, the most popular café on campus. It had good food, fast Wi-Fi, and enough space for all of us—barely.

Sasha was already three bites into a burger before the rest of us sat down.

“You’ve been waiting to eat that since orientation started,” Jean said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve been waiting to eat this since I was born,” Sasha corrected, mouth full.

“Can’t argue with destiny,” Connie said, stealing one of her fries. She swatted at him with the grace of someone who’d done this a hundred times, "HEY WHAT THE FLIP CONNIE!?" sasha yelled when connie successfully popped a soggy fry in his mouth

Reiner bit into his sandwich and leaned back, sun on his face. “Not bad. Definitely better than the mystery meat from the last school I went to.”

Bertolt nodded. “This is decent. I like how quiet it is out here.”

“You call this quiet?” Mikasa said, glancing around at the packed courtyard.

“For him it is,” Reiner said, smirking. “You should’ve seen Bertolt trying to nap during marching band practice at our old school. Still managed it.”

“I’m gifted,” Bertolt said simply.

Jean pointed at Sasha. “You’ve got food on your chin.”

She wiped it with the back of her hand and didn’t even pause chewing. “Good. That means it’s working.”

I laughed, sipping my iced tea. “I bet you guys are chaotic in class"

“If we make it to class,” Eren said, squinting at the schedule on his phone. “We have like—ten minutes.”

“Wait, what!?” Armin jumped up, knocking into the table and nearly spilling Mikasa’s drink.

She caught it without looking up from her phone. “Ninja reflexes. You’re welcome.”

Annie stood calmly, already finished with her food. “You all panic too easily.”

Reiner grinned. “Let them. It’s more fun to watch.”

I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. “Come on, let’s not be those freshmen showing up late on day one.”

“Yeah, Levi looks like the type who deducts points for blinking too loud,” Eren muttered.

As we all started moving toward the lecture halls, Armin walked beside Annie, trying not to look like he was thrilled about it. Reiner gave me a knowing look and raised his brows.

I just smiled.

Yep. This year was definitely off to a ridiculous, perfect start.

We reached the main hallway where all the lecture buildings split off like tree branches. The group slowed, checking schedules and pretending we weren’t all slightly nervous.

“Alright,” Sasha said, stretching dramatically. “Dr. Zoë, here we come. I hope she sets something on fire.”

“She probably will,” Jean muttered, staring at his map like it was written in code. “Where’s Room 203 in the Science Building?”

“Follow me,” Reiner said, already striding ahead with Bertolt trailing behind.

Mikasa adjusted her strap. “I’ve got Erwin Smith for writing workshop.”

“You’re gonna fall asleep,” Eren told her.

She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t sleep with both eyes closed.”

“Terrifying,” Connie whispered.

"Oh hell Nah" Jean muttered back

I glanced at my phone, already knowing what it said: Levi Ackerman, PoliSci. Room 101A.

I looked up at Eren and Armin. “We’re together, right?”

“Yep,” Eren said with a resigned sigh. “With the Ice King himself.”

The rest of the group peeled off with half-hearted waves and promises to meet after class. As we walked toward our building, the energy shifted. A little quieter. A little sharper.

The lecture hall was bigger than I expected—tiered seating, wide steps, and those tiny fold-out desks that barely fit a notebook and a will to live. Students were scattered across the rows, most with iced coffee and laptop screens already glowing. I slid into a middle row with Armin and Eren, both looking way too calm for 9 a.m.

“I don’t see him yet,” Armin said, adjusting his glasses. “Maybe he’s late?”

“Doubt it,” I muttered. “He seems like the kind of guy who shows up five minutes early just to judge you.”

Speaking of the devil, the back door clicked open. Levi walked in—sharp white button-down tucked into dark slacks, sleeves rolled neatly to the elbows, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist. He walked with a quiet, controlled purpose. No rush. No smile.

The room quieted on its own.

He reached the podium, looked out at the sea of students, and said, “

“Attendance is optional, but if you’re planning to waste my time, I suggest you drop now.”

Armin sat straighter.

Eren looked like he wanted to laugh.

A few people laughed, but I could tell they didn’t know if he was joking.

The rest of the lecture flew by in a blur of dense political theory and words I’d only pretend to understand until I could look them up later. I kept my eyes on my notes, even though I wasn’t really processing anything. Just… Typing. Writing. Surviving.

Totally not thinking about the fact that Levi had looked right at me when he walked in.

It wasn’t even a look, really. Just a glance. Barely a beat. A normal, meaningless moment.

I was overthinking it. right....well fuck!?.

When class ended, chairs scraped back and students rushed for the exits like we’d all survived something. I took my time, packing slowly, trying to seem unbothered. Armin was saying something about the reading list, and Eren was already scrolling on his phone like the whole hour hadn’t happened.

I grabbed my bag and kept my tone light. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”

Eren snorted. “You were sitting like you were preparing for battle.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fuckoff, andddd He didn’t even look at me.”

Armin raised an eyebrow. “He did.”

“Once,” I said quickly. “Barely. Me, sasha and mikasa were all staring at him, professor erwin and Dr. Hange yesterday—he probably just noticed. Total coincidence.”

I said it like I meant it, like it didn’t bother me. Like the moment his eyes landed on mine hadn’t frozen my lungs.

I walked a little faster, brushing past the last row and heading for the exit. Levi was still at the podium, silent, flipping through his papers like none of us mattered.

And I definitely wasn’t hoping he looked up again.

He didn’t.

Good.

Better.

I wasn’t here to obsess over someone who probably thought eye contact was a personal attack.

We met up again at the usual spot—two patio tables squished together under the fairy lights strung outside the Cadet Lounge. Everyone looked a little more tired than they had this morning. A little more “college student.”

Sasha had two trays—one for her and one “backup” burger she claimed was for emergencies. Connie kept trying to steal fries while Jean launched into a dramatic retelling of their class.

“First thing Hange says is, ‘Who here knows how to survive an accidental explosion?’” Jean said, gesturing like he was still under attack.

Connie snorted. “Sasha raised her hand.”

“Because I do know,” Sasha said proudly. “It’s called running, you dumbass"

Reiner, who had a class in the building next door, chuckled. “I heard something explode through the wall. Was that you guys?”

“Possibly,” Connie said with zero shame.

Meanwhile, Mikasa arrived late, setting her coffee down and sitting like she’d just walked through a hurricane.

“Erwin gives no warnings,” she said. “Just jumps straight into theories on structural leadership. Five minutes in and he had me questioning my life choices.”

“Sounds about right,” I said, sipping my drink.

Eren sat next to me, still clearly annoyed. “Levi’s class is like… being watched by a hawk that thinks you're stupid. I swear he looked at me once and decided I was a lost cause.”

“He barely looked at me,” Armin added quietly. “Which was somehow worse.”

I didn’t say anything, but the memory of Levi’s unreadable gaze still lingered. I had answered a question well enough, but he didn’t react. Not with approval. Not with disapproval. Just… observed.

The last to arrive was Annie. She walked up with her usual calm expression, hands in her jacket pockets. She’d had a class in another lecture building across campus but still showed up, like she'd silently decided we were worth sitting with.

She took a seat at the edge of the group.

“Survived your first class?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “Lecturer talked for an hour. Didn’t remember anyone’s name. Absolutely Perfect.”

Armin was very focused on the lid of his cup, pretending to read the side label.

Sasha elbowed Connie and whispered, “Armin’s short-circuiting again.”

“Quiet,” Connie whispered back. “It’s happening in real time.”

Jean smirked. “He’s going to combust before midterms.”

Connie leaned toward Annie. “So, what’s your major again

“Criminology,” she said, pulling her ponytail tighter. “And before you ask—yes, I do know how to kill someone with a pen. But I won’t.”

Everyone laughed—even Mikasa cracked a half-smile.

Bertolt, sitting across from her, just nodded like that made perfect sense.

As the conversation spiraled into Sasha and Jean arguing over which café drink had the most caffeine, I leaned back in my chair and let the moment sink in.

Classes were chaos, professors were intense, and I might’ve accidentally annoyed one of the scariest instructors on campus…

But somehow, it already felt like we were forming something real.

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attack on titan headcanons #8

## - when they get jealous

genre - angst & fluff

pairing - aot x reader

word count -

warnings - none!

notes - i might start uploading more than once a month.. christmas specials coming soon😈

EREN JAEGER -

lil’ bro gets soooo mad. jean was chit chatting to you about something you guys had in common and there was too much laughing, giggling and jean was FAR too close. like he doesn’t need to be making you laugh first of all, but then being all up in your business?!? nahhh, eren was NOT having it.

“‘that’s it. i’m going up to him, how DARE HE—” then he feels a tug on his shirt and gets yanked back right into his seat.

“you need to learn how to chill out, eren.” reiner says, lecturing him “i know it looks bad, but it’s gonna be embarrassing for you and y/n if you go up there and cause an argument.”

god, he’s right. eren knew he was. but, he was SO angry, he needed to let out his anger somehow! the only option was to go to the dorm and just start punching shit.

MIKASA ACKERMAN -

silence suddenly took over in mikasa and sasha’s conversation. sasha slowly turned to her left to see what had mikasa in such shock and there you were with none other than ymir. ymir had her arm right above you, looking down on you. what the fuck did she think she was doing?! mikasa was furious and you could tell she was just by her energy. it was pure silence but those looks could kill.

sasha decided it was probably best for her to step back a bit.. she was also terrified that mikasa would kill her with one glance although she wasn’t doing anything bad..

ARMIN ARLERT -

as armin was strolling around town, he sees you! he starts walking over, shouting your name through the busy crowds of the town centre when he sees you and bertholdt.. laughing, bumping shoulders, looking through what seemed to be like some sort of gift shop. armins never really the jealous type, he doesn’t like to get worked up over things like that but something about this made his stomach turn.

he decided to head back to the dorms.

eventually, when you and bertholdt came back from your little shopping trip - you obviously, go to go see armin! you knock on his door and gently start pushing it open,

“hey babe~ whatcha doing?”

“oh nothing, just uh, sharpening my blades ready for tomorrow” he tried to put on a smile because he really doesn’t want to start anything. he just wants to act like nothings happened.

“oh.. well then. i- erm, i got you something today..”

“w-what?” he swung his head around to face you

“yeah! i know you’ve been wanting those maps of the outside world but i didn’t know where to find them but bertholdt did, so he took me to the shops!”

armins jaw dropped. first of all, maps of the outside world?!? that’s incredible! but also.. that whole situation that made him so jealous, was about buying something for him? god. he feels SO silly.

SASHA BRAUS -

honestly, this queen isn’t the jealous type. i feel like she doesn’t care over little things like touching, laughing, spending time with others - it’s the BIG things like if someone’s trying to flirt with you. but even then, she doesn’t feel jealous. she loves you and you love her and that’s enough for her.

there was a celebratory party with the military after you guys finally caught the female titan. this include the whole military obviously the survey corps but even garrisons and military police.

a girl from the garrisons, whom you’ve never met before, makes her way over to you and strikes up a conversation. you think nothing of it until she starts laughing, shoving you away by your shoulder and then.. she started flirting. as you were about to calm the situation down before she got any ideas, your girlfriend walks over.

“hey babe” sasha exclaims

“oh, sasha!” you say in shock, you really hope she isn’t upset.

“hey i’m sasha, i don’t think we’ve met before!” she puts her hand out to the girl, “by the way, this is my s/o. i don’t mind you guys talking but boundaries! thanks.” she giggles slightly.

“oh god— this is so embarrassing. i’m so sorry, i have to go.” the girl says before she runs off.

“sasha, i’m so sorry. i was just about to tell her” you quickly explain yourself

“it’s fine! honestly, i know that you love me and i love you. i trust you” she says, giving you a tender smile.

CONNIE SPRINGER -

he tries to act soo nonchalant. but omg he’s so jealous because, he sees armin as this insanely intelligent, witty, incredible leader and you, also being crazy smart, tend to help armin out with plans for the survey corps.

“i already sent some soldiers to do some scouting around that area, they’ll be back in a couple of hours”

“god armin!”

“what..”

“it’s like you read my mind! i was literally gonna ask to go do that.” you giggle slightly at the coincidence. armin lets out a sigh of relief and says ‘y/n!! don’t scare me like that, i thought i did something wrong!” you both giggle at armins fright but as you two were laughing away, little did you know, a mr. connie springer was watching from the crack in the door.

connie quickly walked off after he realised he was literally eavesdropping on you and armin. ‘why am i feeling so jealous? god, get a grip connie.’ he thought to himself and he stomps down the corridor, getting far away from you two in that room.

eventually, you find connie chilling outside, “connie!!” you run towards him in excitement. “i’m so sorry, i’ve been stuck in that room planning with armin all day. but i missed you so much” you say before wrapping your arms around him.

“ugh, babe. it’s fine, seriously!” he says hugging you back, slightly too tight.. “connie. cant. breathe.” he quickly lets you go, “shit, sorry.”

you raise an eyebrow and ask “are you sure you’re okay..?” “what?! what a preposterous accusation!” he says defensively “okay now i know somethings wrong. since when do you say ‘preposterous’?”

he sighs in defeat, he cant lie any longer “okay fine. i just got a bit.. jealous.. when you were with armin today, okay? armins super smart and so are you, so maybe you two should just marry each other and have super smart babies” he says, as he slides down a post, hitting the ground with a thud.

“connie…” you slide down to sit next to him, “connie, i know you think me and armin are super smart but, i think YOU’RE super smart. you’re so emotionally and socially intelligent. i love that about you and not even just that, i love everything about you! and if i’m gonna get married and have super smart babies with anyone, it’s gonna be you.” you say as you give me a sweet, genuine smile.

thank god you know him so well or else he would’ve never had said anything.

JEAN KIRSTEIN -

is that what jean think he just saw? y/n, HIS partner with eren jaeger?? oh wow. greatttt, no it’s fine.

IT IS NOT FINE. why were you talking with him and why did you both seem so happy? this jealous anger that was building up inside of jean quickly switched so sadness. this man was so heartbroken.

his ego just felt it got crushed by a 100 buses. his first instinct was to fight eren as usual but, it had been a while since their last fight honestly and if anything.. jean looked up to eren. sort of. he really appreciated his boldness, his strength and his willingness to keep going no matter what. although, he was still a suicidal maniac.

jean already felt like second place to eren in most things but now his partner? really?! jean couldn’t take it anymore so he decided to go on a walk in trost, maybe even pop by his house and have his mum make him an omelette.

after you were done talking to eren, you go to find jean but.. he’s no where to be seen? and after EXTENSIVE searching for the whole place - you knew where he had gone. you get to trost as fasttt as possible and end up at his house, talking to his mother. she lets you inside, of course, offers you tea and omelette, which you politely decline and head straight for jeans childhood room.

you slowly open the door, the old creaking letting jean know of your presence before you even said a word. “hi babe..” you say slightly awkwardly, “so, how come you ended up here?” you ask and you slowly make your way towards the bed. jean stares at you as he chews his omelette, which he eventually swallows and continues to stare at you. “why were you with eren?” he eventually asks after some silence “oh jean! really? that’s what this is about?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“yes it is!” he exclaimed and jumped off his bed in anger “do you know how—” he begins to choke up “how much i hate yet respect eren? he’s so much better than me in so many aspects and he has some god awful traits but also some incredible ones that people could only DREAM of having.” tears begin to stream down his face and before he says another word, you jump up and wrap your arms around him.

you guys stand there momentarily. while still hugging, you say to him “i’m sorry, jean. i didn’t know you felt like that. i just- i hope you know how much i admire you more than anyone else. it’s not just because we’re together, it’s because you’re an amazing person.“ you slowly pull away from him “you may look up and respect eren, but i look up to YOU.” you wipe his tears gently “and so do so many other people.” you smile tenderly at him.

he’s such a lucky guy to have someone like you.

REINER BRAUN -

big bro does not get jealous. sorry but, this man is too perfect. he doesn’t get jealous because why would he? he knows you love him and that’s more than enough for him. he genuinely trusts you with every fibre of his being however, he doesn’t trust other people.

it’s less of a jealously thing and more of a protective one. he doesn’t get jealous if someone’s flirting with you, he gets protective over you. like get the fuck away from my s/o, bro!!

ANNIE LEONHART -

hot take: annie gets so jealous and so insecure when someone she believes you could like gets too close with you.

the ONLY REASON she would ever get so jealous or insecure is because you guys are in a relationship. this cold demeanour that she keeps up with around everyone else is not a thing when she’s around you, she just feels so herself and so authentic around you and the thought of that getting taken away scares the ever living shit out of her.

so, when she sees you chatting it up with sasha, she shits herself. now usually, sasha wouldn’t faze her but sashas bright, outgoing personality seems like something that you would like and that’s terrifying.

however, annie doesn’t say a WORD about how jealous she’s feeling. she’s already scared enough but she’s more scared to piss you off by saying something. but, that’s your mfing girlfriend!! you know when there’s something wrong with her, so obviously you asked,

“annie, are you okay? you’ve been really off lately.”

she looks at you confusingly “what? i’m fine.”

no she’s not.

“i know when somethings wrong, so just tell me!”

she doesn’t even look at you. she cant bare to face you right now. while she’s ignoring you, you think long and hard about what could be wrong and you finally come to a conclusion..

“omg. you’re not jealous i’m spending them with sasha, are you?”

annie’s eyes widen in shock, how did you know?! well, now you’ve said something, i suppose there’s no point in lying.

“yes, i am. you caught me.” annie puts her hands up in defeat.

“annie~ you silly bugger! there’s no need to be jealous, it’s just sasha, she’s just my friend. as great as she is, i could never date her..” you say reassuringly.

annie smiles slightly, “i appreciate that, y/n..”

BERTOLT HOOVER -

connie springer. most people wouldn’t be jealous of a 5’2 teenage boy but this 6’3 teenage boy is. connie is just so outgoing, bright and funny and bertolt is scared that you may just find him better than him.

so when he sees you two acting really close, he starts freaking THE FUCK OUT. he’s soooo flipping scared, he’s genuinely scared to face you again.

when you you over to him after being with connie, he just freezes and you’re so confused, “bertolt, what’s up with you?” you ask “o-oh, um, it’s nothing. i just couldn’t sleep last night.” he says, sounding very unconvincing. for the next week, he does EVERYTHING for you, just hoping that that’ll be enough to override connie’s impeccable humour.

“hey y/n, you can have the rest of my food! i don’t want it.” he says as he holds out his plate to you.

“bert.. why do you keep giving me your food? and making my bed? and washing my clothes? and just doing everything..?”

oh my god, he’s fucked it. HES DONE TOO MUCH, WHAT DOES HE DO NOW??

“i- umm. well—” he freezes.

you pat the seat next to you “come here, what’s wrong?”

he sighs “well.. you’ve been hanging out with connie a lot and i don’t know, he’s just a great guy..”

“bert..” you say sorrowfully, “connie may be a good guy, but you’re the greatest guy i know! there’s no need to ignore me or try to impress me. i love you just the way you are.”

bertolt puts his head in his hands “god, you’re right. i was being silly wasnt i?” he said sheepishly

you giggle at his embarrassment “yes, very silly.”

LEVI ACKERMAN -

brother, this man has been through enough shit. honestly, he doesn’t get jealous - the worst that could happen to you is you dying. which happens to everyone he loves. if for someone reason you were to cheat or break up with him and move on to someone else, at least he knows you’re happy and loved.

“hey levi, i’m going to help erwin with something, will you be okay on your own?” you ask

“yes, i’ll be fine, y/n.”

“i’m sorry if i’ve been with erwin more often lately, it’s just that-”

he cuts you off, “y/n, it’s fine. i seriously don’t mind you spending time with him for whatever reason.”

you look at him sweetly “okay.. sorry. i’m gonna go now, i love you!”

“yeah, yeah.”

“I SAIDDD.. i love you” you say as you give him a wide smile

he sighs “i love you too.”

ERWIN SMITH -

nile dok. always going around trying to take erwin’s partners man😭.

you’ve been in wall sina with the military police a lot lately, dealing with all the shit they’ve got going on and therefore, you’ve come in contact with their former commander, nile dok, A LOT.

although erwin had chosen the secrets of the titans over marie, doesn’t mean he wasn’t lightly suspicious and jealous when you kept mentioning nile. however, this is erwin smith, he’s a grown and mature man and what do grown and mature men do? talk about their problems!!

“y/n?”

“yes..?”

he chuckles slightly before speaking “gosh, this is going to sound so silly now i’m thinking about it. but, is anything happening between you and nile?”

you burst out laughing “what?! me and nile? erwin, come on now!”

he rubs his forehead “i knew it was silly.. i was just feeling a bit jealous, that’s all.”

you sympathise with him very quickly “aww erwin” you go into hug him “i’m sorry, i know i’ve been there a lot but i promise, there’s nothing happen, just pure innocent work.” you say as you rub his back.

you both pull away “i do know that, i think i just wanted some reassurance that’s all.” he says.

HANGE ZÖE -

what is y/n doing.. talking to mr. levi ackerman? aha.

now.. hange wouldn’t think much of this, but they could see what people would like and appreciate levi, especially after seeing how petra was with him - for someone reason, they can’t shake this feeling of jealously! what does one do when they’re jealous? get angry? cry? talk to their partner?

nope. hange is going to distract themselves until they simply forget. they begin to get super indulged in their work like i’m talking, you’ll leave the lab and they’ll say they’ll be another 5 minutes then you go back in the morning and they’re STILL there. researching titans over and over, taking any mission they possibly can, yapping about random stuff over and over, and eventually, you reach a breaking point.

“and then i said YOU CANT DO THA—”

“OKAY HANGE. hange..” you yelled

hange looked shocked at the sudden outburst and quickly shut their mouth.

“hange, what on earth is going on here?! why’ve you been indulging yourself in your work more than usual? you’re spending hours and hours on work and random stuff and i feel like i haven’t been able to get a word into our conversations lately!”

hange stops and reflects, oh my god. has it really been that bad? hange just wanted to do a little more work than usual, to distract themselves but clearly it’s been much more.

“i-i-” hange is speechless for once. “i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry y/n, oh my god!! what have i been doooiiinnngg..?” they slam their head on the table in front of them

“i don’t know, what have you been doing? i wanna know!” you ask, feeling slightly frustrated.

“god, y/n!! i’ve been so stupid, i was JEALOUS over you and LEVI, OUT OF PEOPLE?!” it’s like it all hit them at once, how crazy and silly they’ve been.

“i am soooo sorryyyy, snuchems” they say, pouting. “please, tell me a really long story so i’ll finally shut up for a few hours, i’m begging you. im sick of hearing myself at this rate!” they say with their hands clasped together, pleading with you.

“first of all, forgiven. second of all, LEVI ACKERMAN REALLY? third of all..” you look mischievous.

“okay so it started when i was 13 right and i was still living—”

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Nighty Night♡

TW/CW: N/A

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Pairing: Bertholdt Hoover x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: Yuri is Y/N's friend

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You weren't sure if it was your imagination or not, but lately, you felt like you'd been visited by a ghost. You weren't scared of ghosts—those things were just figments of the mind.

You wouldn't be stressed at all... if the spirit hadn't been that terrifying Titan.

It all started after Bertolt came to spend the night at girl's dorm. You even wondered if the Titan haunting your sleep was the one he'd slain himself. Titan was creepy as hell, even if it was already dead...

"Y/N, are you okay? You look a bit off" Yuri asked, as the two of you sat at breakfast in the mess hall.

"Not okay. How do you even think I am?" You replied with a playful scoff. But Yuri wasn't amused. Your best friend tended to worry, especially when she saw how thin you'd gotten, and the dark circles under your eyes that made you look like you hadn't slept in ten years (even if that was a slight exaggeration).

"You should go see a doctor before you actually get sick" Yuri said.

You immediately looked up.

"No way! You know I'm scared of doctors!" You shouted, shaking your head. The image of a doctor with a white coat, gloves, and a massive syringe made you nearly cry. You scared of doctors.

"But you really don't look well" Yuri insisted.

You sighed quietly.

"Then could you talk to Hange instead?" Yuri said.

The moment she spoke, your eyes went wide... and your face turned an immediate no.

"NO-F*CKING-WAY!!" You declared, firm as ever. To you, Hange was more terrifying than any doctor, she was just... off.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" Yuri asked, sighing.

"Anything. But don't bring me to doctor or Hange" You said, drinking a mouthful of water.

"Y/N!" Bertolt suddenly called.

You nearly choked on your water. You looked toward the voice to see him smiling gently, walking toward your table.

"Low your voice...!" You half-shouted, half-whispered.

He let out a dry chuckle before setting down a bowl of stew and sitting beside you.

"No one heard us. They must still be sleeping" Bertolt said, giving you a gentle head pat.

You pushed his hand out and continued eating in frustration.

"Hangry?" He asked with a carefree grin.

You frowned in dissatisfaction but shook your head to signal it wasn't hunger.

"Y/N isn't feeling well. A good boyfriend would take her to a doctor or at least walk her back to bed" Yuri teased.

"Yuri!" you scolded immediately at the word doctor.

"Not feeling well? Why didn't you tell me?" Bertolt asked, tone filled with concern. To you, he was like a big golden retriever puppy. Adorable, attentive, and comforting, making your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"I... I'm fine. Just... had a bad dream. A few nights in a row. So I'm a little on edge" You said softly.

Bertolt's eyes softened. He planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you jolt before burying your face in both hands out of shock and shyness.

"Bad dream? No need to be scared. I'm here to protect you" Bertolt said, softly scratching your cheek.

You let out a small laugh and nodded.

"Okay, okay. I think I'm fine now... I guess" you chuckled.

Bertolt smiled as the three of you finished the beef stew that none of you really knew who'd cooked in the first place.

Daily chores for the Levi Squad included cleaning the base inside and out, tending to the horses, and cooking. It might not sound like much, but the base wasn't exactly small so everyone had to split up duties and take shifts like a squad of overly efficient housewives.

Of course, there was no way you could remember everyone's schedule. You just kept track of your own duties and called it a day. That was more than enough, right?

Today, you were assigned to tend the horses alongside Reiner—your best friend. And your boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

"Hey there, sweetheart. I'm here" You cooed, rushing into the stable to gently pat your horse before leading it out of the stall.

"Hang tight here for a bit, okay? I'm just gonna clean up your house" You said, tying the rope to the pole nearby before start cleaning.

"Y/N! I brought the hay" Reiner called as he arrived, both arms carrying a massive bundle of dried straw.

You gave him a smile, impressed as always by his strength.

"Throw it in Kuro's stall for now. I'm gonna move on to the next one. And could you put Kuro back in when you're done?" You asked, already heading over to the next stall.

"Got it" Reiner replied, setting the hay down and following your instructions without question.

While you worked in silence, Reiner suddenly spoke up. "Hey, Y/N... you been having bad dreams lately?"

You glanced up, then looked back down to continue scrubbing the floor.

"Yeah. For several nights in a row" You replied.

Reiner nodded thoughtfully and stepped over to help you clean the next stall beside yours.

"Wait... how do you even know that?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Bertolt told me before I came to the stables" Reiner said, stroking the mane of his own horse.

"He seemed really worried. He asked me if there's anything he could do to help you sleep better" Reiner added with a chuckle.

"Really!?" You asked, a bright smile spreading across your face. Bertolt was truly the sweetest guy.

"I gave him a little tip. Hopefully he could do it" Reiner said, laughing again.

"A tip...? There's a way to get rid of nightmares?" You asked curiously.

"Sort of. It won't stop the bad dreams, but might help you keep the good ones instead" Reiner said.

You frowned slightly, still not quite following.

"You'll see if he managed to get it" Reiner replied with a mischievous grin.

"Get it? So it's a thing, huh? Like... a charm or something?" You murmured, trying to guess what Bertolt might bring you. It felt oddly familiar, but no matter how hard you thought about it, you couldn't figure it out...

"You really have no idea?" Reiner asked, looking at you like he couldn't believe it.

You shook your head.

"Well, good. That'll make it a surprise" He said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes.

Finally the two of you finished cleaning the stalls just around noon. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and closed the gate.

"Lunch break, Y/N" Reiner said as he stacked the leftover hay in a corner.

You nodded and went to wash your hands before heading to the mess hall together.

Later at afternoon, Reiner volunteered to check the stables one last time before the day wrapped up. Meanwhile, you found yourself lounging in the common area, watching Eren and the others clean up the main base.

"Y/N, are you feeling any better now?" Yuri asked gently, her voice tinged with concern.

You nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm okay now. Actually, I should be"

"What happens to Y/N?" Armin asked curiously.

"I wasn't feeling well this morning. But I'm fine now" You replied.

Armin nodded.

"Are you free? Come help us clean a bit" Eren called over. "If Captain Levi sees this mess, we're all doomed"

You looked around the room.

"It doesn't even look that messy. Besides, you guys already do the cleaning today, right?" You asked.

"Yeah, well, someone dropped flour all over the front of the base" Eren grumbled, casting a sharp glance at Jean.

Jean rolled his eyes. "I already said I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault! Sasha startled me and I dropped it. And now I've gotta buy new flour with my own money! This sucks"

"It wasn't me!" Sasha protested.

"Oh, really? Jumping on me for potatoes that Bertolt brought and knocking me over totally doesn't count as bothering me, huh?" Jean snapped.

And just like that, another mini war broke out in the room.

Meanwhile, Eren, Armin, and Ymir kept scrubbing and sweeping the floor quietly.

"Oww... my head hurts already" You muttered, collapsing onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

"Anyone seen Y/N?" A familiar voice called out.

You turned toward the sound. "Over here, Bertolt."

He smiled and walked straight to you.

"I brought you something" He said, lifting the cloth tote he'd been carrying and rummaging inside.

"Hey!! Quit fighting— and you two, stop flirting already! Help clean unless you want Captain Levi to eat us alive!" Eren yelled.

Everyone froze.

"Why should I clean? I went out to get supplies. Twice!" Jean argued.

"Yeah, and you made the mess in the first place!" Eren shot back.

As the two started arguing again, everyone else hurried to look busy. Scrubbing, sweeping, anything.

Then came the sound they all dreaded. Quiet but heavy footsteps, firm and close.

Sasha was the first to hear it.

"Captain Levi's coming!" she half-shouted, half-whispered.

Chaos turned to perfect order in seconds. Everyone dropped what they were doing and scrambled to act like they'd been working hard all along.

"What the hell are you all doing?" Levi said as he walked in.

Heads ducked. Brooms swept. Nobody said a single word.

Except for Eren and Jean, who were taken away by Captain Levi to who-knows-where...

'Sorry, guys...' everyone thought in unison.

Fortunately, with everyone working together, cleaning was done in no time. Everyone got to eat and turn in for the night peacefully... Well, everyone except Eren and Jean.

★⠀

"Bertolt!!" You called out.

He turned to you, startled. "Huh? What's wrong?"

"That thing you said you were going to give me, where is it?" You asked, eyes lighting up with excitement.

Bertolt sighed.

'So that's what this is about' He thought, pulling the item out of his bag—the one he'd picked up during the supply run with Jean earlier.

"Here. I bought this for you" He said, holding out your favorite-colored dreamcatcher with a soft smile.

"So you won't have nightmares anymore" He added.

You took it with both hands, smiling. Without a word, you kissed his cheek with a loud mwah before going to hang it above your bed.

That night, the two of you fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

★⠀

You woke up feeling refreshed for the first time in a week. Looked like that dreamcatcher really did help, at least a little. You have no nightmares last night....

But why did your whole body ache so badly?

"How's the dreamcatcher Bertolt got you? Did it work?" Reiner asked as you sat down for breakfast.

You nodded. "Yeah, it worked. But my whole body's sore now..."

Reiner chuckled. "Maybe you slept in a weird position"

"I don't think I'm the type who tosses around while sleeping... If I really did, Bertolt would've complained by now" You said, taking a sip of your drink.

"Bertolt, huh..." Reiner said, his voice trailing off like he was thinking about something.

"What is it?" You asked, raising a brow.

"When did this soreness start, exactly?" He asked.

"Hmm... Let's see... about a week ago? Why?"

"That's the same week Bertolt started sleeping in your room, isn't it?"

You nodded.

"I thought I was just overthinking things..." Reiner muttered, shaking his head.

Now you were really confused. You tilted your head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Try watching him sleep sometime. Maybe during a nap" Reiner suggested.

"Why don't you just tell me?" You asked, frowning.

"I can't explain it. It's something you gotta see for yourself..." Reiner said with a shrug.

★⠀

That afternoon, curiosity finally got the best of you. You dragged Bertolt outside to sit with you under the big tree behind the base.

"What's gotten into you? Wanting to sit out here like this" Bertolt asked, but followed you without a fuss.

"Nothing really... Just wanted some alone time with you" You replied. Partly true, but mostly you just wanted to know what was Reiner talking about.

You brought a book with you too, one you borrowed from the bookshelf.

"Is that so?" Bertolt asked.

You nodded and gently patted your lap, silently inviting him to rest his head there.

His face turned a soft pink, but he laid down anyway. Just like a big puppy.

You began stroking his dark, silky hair. It felt surprisingly calming... maybe a little weird to admit, but you liked it.

Slowly, his breathing evened out and he drifted off.

You stared at him for a bit while he slept, though the angle made it hard to see his face.

'See? Nothing weird here. Reiner totally made that up' You thought, rolling your eyes and turning back to your book.

"Nighty night, lil' Bell" you whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

A few minutes passed, and you felt Bertolt start to shift a little. You figured he was just getting comfy or dreaming, so you kept reading.

Until you felt something land on your shoulder.

You glanced over and saw that it was his foot.

His foot. On your shoulder.

You blinked. Then slowly lowered your book, eyes wide. And suddenly... you understood exactly why Reiner said he couldn't explain it. Because yeah... how were you even supposed to explain this?

(July 12, 2025)

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Chapter 18: A Temporary Verdict by aruanimess

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Sex, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart Characters: Armin Arlert, Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Reiner Braun, Bertolt Hoover, Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Connie Springer, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: 104th Training Corps Arc (Shingeki no Kyojin), Pre-Time Skip, Canon Universe, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Close to Canon, Some Humor, Teen Romance, Sexual Content, Awkward Sexual Situations, Titan Lore, Existential Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Canonical Character Death, Period-Typical Sexism, POV Alternating, Betrayal, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bisexual Annie Leonhart, Bisexual Armin Arlert, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, some chapters rated E due to graphic violence, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bi4Bi AruAni Summary:

“What about you, Annie? Why are you in training?”

The familiar lie was resting on her tongue—a comfortable life behind Wall Sina—but just as she was about to utter it, she spotted a shooting star out of the corner of her eye and faltered. A life behind Wall Sina would be the furthest thing from comfortable, and to claim otherwise here, under the eye of the entire cosmos, was a crime Annie couldn’t bring herself to commit.

From their carefree cadet days until after the world has ended, Armin and Annie have always gravitated towards each other. One moment of shared vulnerability opens up the opportunity for their connection to bloom.

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Attack on Titan Masterlist

💥Action/violence

💦smut/thirst

💔angst

✨️fluff

**Please note that all of these are quite old and originally written around 10 years ago. Some may have been updated in 2017/2018, but for the most part they're old so be gentle with them.

Life with Friends and Lover's-

Modern College AU, Poly Jean Kirstein x Marco Bott x Reader

Comfort 💔

Jealousy 💦

You’re beautiful 💔💦

Pitter Patter 💔

Memories ✨️

I Want to Be 💦✨️

Pitiful Creatures 💔💥

Bertolt Hoover x Reader- Summary

"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone."- Phantom of the Opera

After making your escape with your fellow Warriors, your small party plans on how to get back home alive. How will others receive you upon your return? Especially since your mission is not complete. But after losing half of your friends and your lover in the process, you seek comfort that is long overdue.

Come Back Soon - Erwin x Reader drabble

Kitchen Mess- Levi x Reader one-shot ✨️

Tickle Attack- Reiner Braun x Reader one-shot ✨️

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Praying for Love in a Lap Dance (38225 words) by autumnblues Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Sasha Blouse/Connie Springer, Bertolt Hoover/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott, Connie Springer, Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert, Bertolt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, Grisha Yeager, Carla Yeager Additional Tags: Strippers & Strip Clubs, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, But it doesn't happen, It's Okay, Eventual Romance, Minor Violence, levi is a cop, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Chicago (City), Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Fluff, Light Angst, levi really loves eren, it's precious really, smut tags will be added later, Bromance to Romance, Hand Jobs, the bert/eren is temporary Summary: It's Chicago in 1994, and Eren Jeager is twenty-one years old. After being kicked out of his family home for being gay, and dropping out of college, Eren was left homeless, hungry, and with minimal cash. He now lives in a third rate apartment with a barely functioning microwave, and makes his money as a stripper in an alley club, disguised as a smoking bar for gentlemen. The patrons are disgusting, but none as disgusting as the manager, Erd; an incredibly violent and short tempered bastard and like who the fuck wore a man bun anymore, anyway? Levi is a tired, twenty-nine year old cop. He hasn't seen his family for years, and doesn't really care. Nor does he care for sex, or romance, or anything at all, really. But one night, after a bad week, he allows himself to be dragged along to Eren's strip club by his 'eccentric' best friend - Hange. What he finds is Eren - and Levi soon realises that he does care. A lot.