#did i do good on Ymir and Christa?

[a0random0gal]

"healthy" doesn't always mean good in fiction. Eremika's unhealthiness is what makes the ship compelling and interesting. It's built into the core of the story. Also your "healthiest ship" requires ignoring that he emotionally manipulated her into keeping her mouth shut about his genocide plan and threatened to have her memories erased. Historia never expressed any interest in him that way. Men and women can in fact just be friends.

Ohh boy, you're bold anon, I have to hand it to ya.

Yes healthy doesn't always mean good, in fact it can actually lead to some very boring ships, but that is still a perfectly good thing to look for in a pairing.

In contrast unhealthy can be interesting, but mostly leads to abusive relationships that get glorified by the fandom in spite of their toxic nature, and in this aspect Eremika is no exception. These two are just awful for one another.

He headbutts her, call her names, tells her he hates her (I know he didn't mean it, but it wrecked her emotionally so my point stands) put her in a situation that could have gotten her killed, never confided in her regarding his plans etc...

She was an overbearing mama who constantly treated him like an incompetent child that couldn't do anything on his own.

What's compelling in a relationship with this dynamic:

"Eren eat your veggies!"

"Eren put on a coat, or you're gonna catch a cold!"

"Eren don't run you're gonna trip!"

Oh and don't get me started on this

She literally deluded herself for years into believing that everything he did was somehow tied back to her. Even Armin, Reiner and Berthold gave her the 🙄 look.

Also her entire character revolves around him and it makes her super boring and robotic. Even after he dies she spends her life worshipping his grave and dies with that gosh darned scarf on her neck. She only took it off once ( when she gave an ounce of development) before cruelly snatching it from the hands of a dying girl that was using it for comfort (something I'll never forgive her for).

She was originally meant to break away from him but alas, good writing died after 134.

Annd the story never revolved around them. Mikasa only became the protagonist in the last chapter out of fucking thin air and it looked soo forced. Lmao Hisu had more parallels with Ymir than Mikasa of all people.

The only time their relationship mattered was at the end of season 2, but after that we got nothing important.

Last thing on this dumpster fire of a ship... They're boring asf.

Like I know some unhealthy relationships that are toxic and all, but the characters have chemistry, and it can make up for the awful shit they can do to eachother. Eremika has no chemistry. I would rather watch paint dry than think about them romantically.

Regarding Erehisu... Have we read the same aot chapter? Or just the same conversation between Eren and Historia? Because I don't think so.

He emotionally manipulated her to keep her mouth shut

What? When did this ever happen? She chose to stay silent. Hell he didn't even need to tell her his plans, it was quite risky, since she could have snitched on him to the Mps and ruined everything.

He chose to confide in her cause he knew she wouldn't tell, cause she was the worst girl in the world who saved him, the girl who chose her selfishness over the world already, in that cave when she saved him, when she told him that she would always be his ally, that they were enemies of humanity.

She never wanted the future that she was destined to if she accepted the 50 year plan. She had accepted it for the greater good. Something selfless that only Christa could have done.

He knew that, and reminded her of who she really was. A selfish, normal girl like everyone else.

She was shocked by the genocide that awaited them if they followed Eren's plan but ultimately chose it over sacrificing herself and her future children. Totally in character, no manipulation involved lmao.

He threatened to erase her memories

Nope. She was upset so he offered to lighten her burden by erasing her memories if she wanted to. It was a proposal made out of empathy for her shock. No threats, where did you see em?

She was never interested in him

Say what you want about her feelings for him, interpret them how you please, but you can't deny a connection from which feelings could blossom. This meme perfectly sums up my thoughts about this:

Yes men and women can be friends, I just don't see it this way for Erehisu. Actually I could tell you the same thing for Eremika. Better as siblings lol.

[daisynik7]

Title: Trying

Pairing: Mike Zacharias x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight spit play, overall Mike being a lovely, doting husband. Modern setting au. Mikasa/Jean, Erwin/Levi, Ymir/Christa as minor side pairings because I adore them

Summary: You and your husband get ready for the next big step in your relationship.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim because I’m obsessed with this man. Consider this a small love letter to him and all the Mike fans (especially the ones who are reading my Eren series “Rush”, sorry y’all 🫣) 

ao3 link

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Today, you and your husband Mike are attending your best friend’s baby shower. Mikasa is due in about a month, looking like a glowing goddess carrying her round belly and wearing a permanent grin on her face. Jean, her spouse and father-to-be, is equally as excited, maybe even more. He constantly posts updates on social media about how his “gorgeous queen and little bun in the oven” are doing. 

Arriving to the party, your own husband, Mike, displays his odd quirk by sniffing your best friend as soon as you greet the soon to be parents. “It’s a girl. I can smell it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassed as usual, but always amused. “Honey, that’s creepy.”

Mikasa and Jean laugh. “We’re just hoping for a healthy baby. The gender doesn’t matter.”

“Then, in that case, they smell perfectly healthy,” he says, smiling. “Congratulations.”

In your friend group, Mikasa is not the first to have children. Christa and Ymir already have twins, currently glued to the TV in the living room watching Sesame Street. Erwin and Levi recently adopted a little baby boy, who is being cradled by Eren and cooed at by Armin in the kitchen. And Hange has her adorable daughter, conceived via sperm donor, helping Sasha and Connie bake cookies in the kitchen.

You can’t help but be afflicted with a small case of baby fever. It’s inevitable, seeing all these adorable children running around the house. You’ve been married to Mike for two years now, still enjoying marital life with just the two of you. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been thinking about it recently. 

It’s not that Mike isn’t ready. It’s you. He’s waiting for you to be ready. He’s mentioned it a few times, asking if you’re still on birth control, patiently anticipating the day you finally answer no. Nowadays, he doesn’t ask, allowing you to the be the one to bring it up first. If anything, Mike wants to start trying. You finally realize you want to start too. 

Later, when the party is over and you’re back home, you hide your birth control pills in one of your cluttered drawers. The one where all knickknacks that are destined to be forgotten are collected. You delete the alarm on your phone, reminding you to “TAKE BC!!” every night at 9:00 PM. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell Mike just yet, wanting to use at least one good night’s rest to plan it all out.  

However, he doesn’t give you a choice. Mike, being an astute, attentive, and sometimes annoyingly observant husband, makes a comment as soon as it reaches 9:01 PM. You’re both sitting on the couch, watching an episode of one of your favorite shows while eating ice cream.

“Your alarm didn’t ring. Don’t forget to take your birth control.”

You don’t respond right away, pretending not to hear him. Of course, he doesn’t give in. Just as persistent as ever.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me? Your birth control?”

Biting your lip, attempting to hide an obvious smile, you lick your spoonful of ice cream before revealing, “I’m going to stop taking it, starting tonight.” 

He blinks, surprised and almost doubtful about what you just said. “What?”

“I think I’m ready, honey.” You set down your mug on the coffee table to wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s try. I want to start making babies with you.”

He leans in closer to you, voice soft and tender as he asks, “You’re 100% positive that you’re ready, right? You’re not feeling pressured or anything? Because we can wait. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “I’m 1000% certain I’m ready.”

The grin on his face is so goofy and adorable, it gives you the same swell in your chest you used to get when you first fell in love with him. That you still get whenever you’re with him. You kiss each other slowly, passionately. Wanting to relish the emotions surrounding this profound moment in your relationship. 

You feel him smile against your lips, absolutely giddy over the news. One hand slides around your waist, the other caresses your belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our kids.”

It sounds like an innocent, pure statement. But knowing your husband and being familiar with the sultry tone he currently exudes, you know what he wants to do with you in this moment. 

Wrapping your legs around him, you tease him with a smirk. “I just stopped the pill today, so it’ll take a few months or even longer before I’m able to get pregnant.”

“We’ll see,” he challenges. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try right away, right?”

“I guess not,” you respond, fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and strips instantly, leaning over you to kiss you more, tongue slipping inside your mouth sloppily. His body is heavy on top of you, surrounding you with warmth and protection that he so often provides. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, “You want my babies inside you? Is that what you want?”

You swallow hard, feeling your arousal leak onto your panties, horny and desperate for him. “Yes, Mike. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”

It’s impossible for you to get pregnant tonight, or even probably for the next few months. You’re fully aware of that. But this still doesn’t deter you from having nasty, unprotected sex with your husband and, hopefully, soon-to-be baby daddy. And talking dirty like this is a huge turn on for you both, so you’ll be damned if you don’t take full advantage of it. 

Soon, all your clothes are tossed to the floor, abandoned ice cream melting away on the coffee table. Mike has your legs hoisted up towards your shoulders in a mating press, pounding away at your wet pussy. Drool leaks down the sides of your mouth as you let your moans echo into the empty space of your living room. 

“Mike!” you whimper, dizzy from ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“No. Not Mike. Use my other name, honey,” he grunts out, grip tight on your thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of you. 

“Daddy,” you whine, feeling your climax approaching. 

“That’s it. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking cock.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up his pace, riled up from your orgasm, needy for his own. 

“You want to become a mommy, don’t you? Have my sperm swimming around in this precious little cunt?” He gazes down at your arousal, letting his spit trickle over your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want it nice and juicy while I fill you up.”

“Oh my god, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy,” you moan, taking it like an obedient slut, fingers reaching down to flick your already puffy clit. 

“I’m going to breed you. Get you fucking pregnant with my babies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” he growls, eyes wild with lust as he rails you deeper and deeper. 

“Yes, daddy. I’d love that. I love you.”

He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I love you so much, princess. Can’t wait to see this belly big and round. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Been fantasizing about it.” 

You can’t speak, words not enough to express the affection you have for your husband. It’s been two years of marital bliss and every day still feels like paradise together. 

“I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up, okay?”

You wrap yourself around him tighter, waiting for his cock to spurt his warm load into your pussy. The sensation of being stuffed with him always pushes you over the edge. You come once more, his softening cock still nestled inside you. 

His smirks as he lowers your legs, pulling his dick out slowly. Any cum that drips out of you is promptly fingered back in, Mike determined to get you pregnant tonight. Again, it’s impossible, but you appreciate his effort and tenacity.

A few months later, after countless nights of trying, you surprise him with a positive pregnancy test. The overjoyed smile on his face as he squeezes your now pregnant body in his loving embrace is something you’ll have stored in your memory forever.  

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End Notes: I love him, I love him, I love him.

[kenjiro-kun]

Attack on Titan: Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Ymir, Christa Lenz, Hange Zoë, Hitch Dreyse, Yelena, Pieck

‼️ Fem Reader ‼️

[Scenario #3] You're a Titan Shifter

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Annie Leonhart: She was a Titan Shifter, so when the explosion came from you she instantly knew what was happening. After that realization, Levi used you and Hange experimented on you, but you were still shocked and scared since that day. Believing everyone you know thought of you as nothing but worthless space she took you under her wing, but to do that she needed to comfort you, in her own special way.

"It's not all bad," Annie said. "You don't know how much you can contribute to your own kind."

"They look at me as if I am a monster, my friends -- my own friends look at me with such HATRED I didn't chose to be this way!" You cried.

"Then join me," She said, her eyes hard.

"Why?"

"Because I am one of you."

Mikasa Ackerman: It was a shock to her as when it was to you, yes she knew Eren was a Titan Shifter as did everyone else, but she was the only one that knew your secret.

"Please," You plead. "I won't hurt anybody, don't tell him please."

She knew you were telling the truth, it hurt her deep down. "I won't."

You smiled. "Thank you, I didn't mean to be this way, it just happened. I-- I didn't hurt anyone, no one!"

"It's okay, I know you won't hurt anyone. I won't look at you any differently nor will anyone else, and if they do they won't for long."

Sasha Braus: She never seen you so frighten after all her time with you, your body was shaking and she went over to you.

"You saved us," She began.

"I'm one of them." You said.

"Yes, but you saved us, you are still apart of humanity and I wouldn't have any of that delicious bread if it weren't for you. So please don't give up."

"I. . . thank you."

Ymir: She saw you fall, the wall not able to catch you, and soon a lightening strike stroke down on your body. She knew what it meant, and arrived your Titan form in all its glory. She didn't expect you of all people to be one, but she wasn't complaining. When you turned back you were crying, holding yourself.

"Why are you crying?" She said. "Someone as cute as you shouldn't be crying."

"Leave me alone, Ymir."

"Come on, Y/N." She sat next to you. "How about we go do something together, to keep your mind off of things? Go around town, y'know?"

"Sure, that seems. . .fun."

Christa Lenz: She saw you in the arms of Hange, being dug out of the huge flesh of the Titan you shifted into. She was in relief you weren't hurt nor did you turn against humanity, but she didn t expect the damage it left you mentally whenever you show of your other form.

"Am I really apart of humanity?"

"What do you mean?"

"I. . .I'm a Titan the very thing that eats you without any mercy. Chasing you down until you are nothing but body parts."

She forwned. "You are still one of us, Y/N. You are still my. . .it doesn't matter you use that Titan for the good of humanity that shows a lot.

"You really think so?"

"Yes." She looked at you. "I know you."

Hange Zoë: She took you in after Levi's orders because of yhe very thing you were, a Titan shifter, another one added to her collection of experiments. She didn't expect to open up to her, the doubts and need for comfort.

"Hello!" She walked in. "Y/N?"

She saw you with a gloom look in your eyes. "Oh hello, Hange. Another test?"

"Not today," She cocked an eyebrow. "What's seems to be the matter?"

"Are you really sure, that I, should be alive? I can be a threat to you, something that can end you in a single second."

"Y/N," She smiled, lifting her goggles from her eyes. "You are a Titan Shifter, an amazing one in fact, but although what you said was true no one believes that you will."

"Levi--"

"Nor does Levi -- not even me. You are something that can help us better understand Titans just like Eren. And I like your company."

"Thanks."

"Mhm," She hummed.

Hitch Dreyse: The news spread like wildfire, hearing that Annie was one, but not someone like you was one as well. She went to find you, if you were even still alive, and you laid on the ground with your eyes closed and dirt on your clothes.

"Y/N?"

You looked at her terrified. "Hitch!"

You sat up, and looked down shamed. "I suppose you heard about me."

"Yes," She spoke. "But, it's okay."

"No! It's not okay! They all hate me!"

"Y/N," She frowned. "I don't hate you."

"You should be, I am those damn creatures! Those damn--"

She hugged you. "No, you are still the person I know, and that won't change. Not for a second."

"How do you know?"

"Gut instinct."

"Liar."

"Okay, okay," She smiled. "Because I know you just won't, Y/N. That's it."

Yelana: She was very fond of titans. When she finally saw you shift into your Titan form, she was mesmerized. She would be anything to protect you against those that want you dead for a reason alone: you're a titan shifter. She wouldn't treat you any different, but she would come to find out you can handle yourself quite well in any circumstance. She found that pleasing most of all.

"I don't care that you're a titan shifter. It won't change anything."

"Thank you, Yelena."

Pieck: She was a titan shifter, not the most attractive looking. She didn't want you to see like you had to hide it, the people around you were all shifters, but-- then again, the comfort was all you needed at the moment when coming to realization of your reality. She would show you how to control things.

[darklcy]

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….

Is this right?

You stiffly observed the straps that laid criss-crossed over your body, checking the rear view of your shoulders and legs. A frown circled your lips at the discomfort. The uniform was not light, nor did it feel like you could properly move beyond walking. The maneuver balance assessment was already a failure.

A whine from the other mirror grabs your attention. Mikasa pulled, pulled, and pulled on Sasha’s harness and pinned the buckles together, tight and seamless. Christa dutifully checked over her handiwork on Ymir’s uniform as well as her own. Even Annie Leonhart herself, as stoic and isolated she’d been the entire first day, was swept up in conversation with Mina in the corner. Though Mina requested assistance from the blonde, she didn’t offer much outside of a glare.

You bit down a grin. Mina was fun to observe, how her mannerisms bubbled out and the laughter she was able to create. It was comical to see her charm try to work its way inside Annie, who was probably better off left alone. 

But when breakfast came along, it surprised you when Mina joined the opposite side of your table. 

“Mind if I sit here?”

She caught you mid bite. You shook your head with cheeks stuffed in bread.

“Okay, good. You looked like you needed some company.”

You swallowed.

…Suppose you did. You weren’t really looking forward to another lonely meal. Minus Marco’s introduction, the dinner table was empty. 

“Good morning, [Y/N]!”

A familiar greeting that scarily matched the person you were just thinking of. 

The freckled boy beamed while passing by your table, joining Jean and his own clique further down the room. Your gaze lingered on his back. Mina noticed and chirped up. 

“Do you know Marco, [Y/N]?”

You shrugged. “He sat with me last night.”

She sneered, corners of her lips sharp and pointy.

“Uh huh..”

The weird smile made a laugh bubble in your stomach, making you cup a palm over your mouth. Her expression immediately faltered.

“What?”

“...Don’t look at me like that.”

The muffled, breaded sentence only intensified your giggling, with Mina joining in on the other side. It was so dumb and childish, but maybe that’s what was so funny in the first place.

 The simplicity of it all, compared to what lay ahead.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL RUNNING, ARLERT? BECAUSE ALL I SEE IS A PATHETIC MAGGOT ABOUT TO BE EATEN AND BECOME SHIT! YOU BETTER GET A MOVE ON, ASSHOLE!”

“LENS, BETTER GET THOSE LEGS MOVING, GIRL! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE STOMPED TO DEATH, I SUGGEST YOU START RUNNING LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT!”

“FOR SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN THE MILITARY POLICE, YOU ARE NOT SHOWING A LOT OF PROMISE, KIRSCHSTEIN! FUCKING MOVE IT!” 

This is hell. 

“ARE YOU TOO BUSY TWIDDLING YOUR THUMBS TO FUCKING RUN, [L/N]?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND PICK UP THE PACE!”

Absolute hell. 

Shadis shadowed like a hawk on horseback, hollering at anyone who lacked speed or allowed their exhaustion to take over…which is exactly the position you found yourself at.

Leading the pack up ahead neck-and-neck was Mikasa Ackerman and Reiner Braun, who both had not been shouted at once. In fact, the two carried themselves with blissful grace, like this excursion was just a regular outing. Not too far behind them was Eren Jaeger, Bertholdt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, and even Marco, who clenched his teeth and pushed his body more in order to keep up. 

A curse from Jean beside you told of his state, his own battles to outrun the surrounding cadets not looking bright. 

“ARLERT, SERIOUSLY? HAUL SOME ASS!”

You spared a sly peek at the blonde. 

His face was flushed to a vibrant red, with his breath wafting out in puffs and wheezes. A sizable gap formed between him and the herd. Any second now and he might stumble over his feet.

…You turned back to the front. You’d feel sorry for him if it weren’t for your own legs wanting to falter and break. It almost seemed like the backpack was growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. The way rankings were going, you were performing very average, and that fueled your frustrations even more.

No matter how much you pleaded with your legs to carry you faster, they refused to listen, leaving you smack dab in the middle. You wished to be up front, surpassing Mikasa and Reiner and earn the respect of your stone headed instructor, but your wishes went unheard. 

Jean’s back entered your peripheral as he remarkably jogged past you. Damn it! The finish line was just a couple more meters, if you could just push a little more…

“HALT!”

A chorus of sighs resounded as the hoard stopped, eagerly swooping in breaths of air to calm the fire in their lungs. Hunched over onto your knees, a bead of sweat dropping onto the forest floor, you felt your nose scrunch up.

It’s fucking hell.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Hand-to-hand combat followed right after.

Basic rules and guidelines on safety and protocol had already been shared, but a male instructor briefly went over them again once everyone lined up. He cleared his throat after speaking.

“I will now pair you up: Sasha Braus and Mina Karolina.”

You watched as the two greeted each other and jogged away to an open space.

“Mikasa Ackerman and Jean Kirschtein.”

The boy flushed pink as Mikasa walked over to lead him away.

“Hannah Diament and Franz Kefka.”

Like lovesick swans, the trainees giggled bashfully once they heard their names, practically skipping away.

“Eren Jaeger and [Y/N] [L/N].”

The brunette turned over his shoulder to meet your eyes. You haven’t spoken to him much, though you were fully aware of his affectionate alias ‘suicidal bastard of the 104th.’ First week of training and this nickname had stuck like hard glue. 

“So, [Y/N], you remember how this goes?”

He’d already begun stretching his arms out by the time you found a spot.

“I do.”

Neck tilting from side to side, your joints popped and cracked, releasing any tension. You moved to your shoulders and knuckles.

“This will be interesting then. I haven’t had the chance to see you fight. I did hear about you winning against Connie the other day, you know.”

He cracked a grin. You lightly scoffed.

“I don’t really consider that a victory…he was just too busy messing around.”

Eren arched a brow.

“Oh? Then, if you win against me, will you consider this a victory?”

His fists rose to his face, bracing himself for impact. Extending your right foot back, your legs bent in a semi lounge with clenched knuckles to your chest.

“...Depends on how it goes.”

You crouched when Eren leaped forward with a fist aimed directly at your cheekbone, instead brazing the top of your skull. Before he could gather himself you stood up to slam your head against his chin, throwing his face backwards. His feet toppled off balance allowing you to hit him in the center of his ribcage. He coughed and heaved, pausing for a couple moments to beat his breath.

You gritted your teeth in pain. Ow ow owww. 

This was exactly the reason you disliked the combat drills..!

The end result was always the same, both parties scuffed up and bruised. Ironically enough, fighting was something you found to be kind of good at. Stamina was still an issue, marksmanship wasn’t a favorite. On the contrary, the 3D maneuver gear topped the rest. It was a popular opinion amongst the cadets, but it was a practice that didn’t feel like training. Flying with the breeze, feeling the wind on your skin as you let go…

WHAM

A heavy fist whacked the side of your head, knocking you to the ground.

…You’d so much rather be doing that than to be sparring with Eren Jaeger right now. 

“Hey! You’re not daydreaming on me, are you?”

You weakly glared at the leather boots planted in front of you. 

“...No.”

Eren sighed.

“Shadis will lose his shit on you if you don’t get up.”

“Ok, I’m up.”

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

A miniscule aching started bothering the right side of your face once it was time for marksmanship drills. The upside though was that this marked the halfway point of training for the day. And fortunately for you, Marco, who had been outshining everyone in this practice, stood right next to you, cheerfully readying his firearm.

…Somehow the image of his expression while holding a deadly weapon did not stir you the right way. 

Eyeing the cutout of the human figure in front of you, you pulled back the trigger and raised the weapon up, closing one eye to aim.

BANG

A bullet cut the wood seamlessly in the left shoulder. You lowered the firearm. Staring at the residue, you began to readjust your grip, and readied yourself to shoot once more.

“Hey, [Y/N]? Hold on a second.”

Marco’s voice halted your actions. You turned over to glance at him when he trotted over to you.

“..Is something wrong?”

He didn’t say anything as he examined your stance. He silently circled around your body, making his way to your frontside. He then hummed.

“You’re holding it wrong.”

…Huh?

“Pardon?”

He chuckled. 

“Lemme see your aim.”

Slowly readying the rifle, your cheek leaned in while closing an eye. When you caught Marco’s lingering stare, you warmed.

“Now what?”

You felt his hand move your right elbow upwards and rearranged your finger on the trigger, making sure it was firm rather than the soft grip you originally held. 

“There. Your elbow had to be more leveled with your shoulders, and you had a weak hold. Try it now.”

He stepped away from your weapon, giving you space to shoot, and with a squeeze…

BANG

…A clean shot right in the forehead.

Your mouth hung open.

“That actually worked.”

Looking over to Marco, he grinned at the bewildered expression in your eyes. He didn’t move to adjust you any further, instead finding his way back to his own post. You watched as he walked away.

Marco had done nothing but surprise you since your first conversation with him, and yet he continued to do so. The skin between your brows cinched. 

“Why are you so nice to me?”

The boy paused. Flitting his dark eyes to meet your seeking ones, he cocked his brows.

“That’s kind of a hard question to answer, [Y/N].”

A sheepish smile had you tilting your head.

“There’s no real reason. We’re friends, and friends treat each other nicely, right?”

Your eye contact trailed off to the side. 

“...But even when you first talked to me, you were nice. You didn’t know who I was.”

Marco hummed. 

“I figured with joining the military I could take another leap of faith and talk to new people on the first day. I mean, how could I ever serve the King if I didn’t know how to introduce myself?”

He laughed while facing his cutout target, gun preparing itself in his grasp.

“And…I don’t know, I saw you sitting by yourself, and you looked anxious. I thought talking to you could help you feel more at ease. Did I…read that situation wrong?”

His voice sounded worried, making you slightly panic. He almost appeared guilty from where you stood. 

“Of course not…! I thought it was nice. I’m glad you did.”

Peering at you over the rifle, you could spot his warm eyes and signature smile. You found yourself smiling back the same way. 

“That’s good to hear.”

BANG

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

By the time curfew knocked on the dormitories, your body weighed down on itself like a pile of lead, refusing to budge. The muscles beneath your blood throbbed, and the harness had carved lines of bruises all over your frame. You found home in the comfort of your pillow, eyelids permanently shut and not finding any desire to reopen them ever again.

“Hey, [Y/N, look what I have.”

Sasha practically moaned from beside you. It took every will power in you to simply turn your head in her direction.

“I saved a piece of bread from dinner! I swiped it off Mikasa’s plate. She didn’t even notice!”

Sasha’s lips drooled as she devoured the loaf, crumbs flying all over her face and mattress. Your slow blinks had your eyelids shut again, not really caring about the mess she was making. 

“Sasha, what are you eating?”

Mikasa’s piercing voice startled both you and your bunkmate. You heard her gulp.

“Oh, y’know…jush a schnack.”

She pitifully spoke with the bread still in her mouth. You uneasily reopened your eyes to peek up at the girl who stood behind the ladder. Her tense aura leaked out in shadows that filtered over you and Sasha’s bunk, killing any space of warmth.

“I remember specifically having a piece of bread with my dinner. Do you know what happened to it?”

It was hard to tell if Mikasa was genuinely upset with Sasha or if she was just messing around.

“I..uh, ya know. I-”

Sasha fumbled over her words in a frenzy. This wasn’t the first time a confrontation over her food thievery crimes had happened. Her hunger didn’t keep her from Annie and Mikasa, the two scariest cadets in the whole regiment, but actions have consequences. Perhaps this was her learning lesson. 

“I ate it.”

Sasha made a noise of shock at your words. Mikasa appeared surprised as well, eyes darting over to your tired body.

“I’m sorry. I apologize for Sasha too because she originally thought of the idea, but I took it.”

Mikasa stared at you before closing her eyes with a sigh.

“Make sure to eat your own food next time.”

Turning over her heel, the girl sauntered off back to her own bunk, the shadows leaving with her. Sasha’s hands trapping yours yanked you towards her.

“[Y/N]..! You saved me! But why? You knew it was me.”

You shrugged, a timid smile on your face.

“Just felt like it. You should probably stop stealing Mikasa’s bread, though. She actually seemed a little sad.”

Releasing you, Sasha settled back down on her bed and wiped her crumb-covered face.

“I know, but I can’t help it! It’s just too good.”

You chuckled, turning over to rest on your back. 

“Well after that, I’m pooped. I’m going to sleep. G’night.”

Sasha tossed over to lay on her arm, spine facing you. The cabin was soon laid to rest as well as the candle blew out, signaling the curfew in effect. 

Staring at her back for a brief moment, a pang of fondness hurt your chest, making you nestle deeper into the pillow, feeling its arms wrap around you. 

“Goodnight.”

[daleelahwrites]

Just a silly idea I had-

Bertholdt: I shouldn't get attached to these island devils. It's better this way. I hope Sasha loses interest in me eventually and leaves me alone. I don't want to be friends with them.

Berthold when Sasha doesn't look at him for five minutes: Is she ignoring me? Why is she ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? Maybe I should go and ask her. Yeah, I should. Not because I' miss her i'm worried or anything, I just don't want to seem suspicious. Yeah. Wait, what if she's not feeling well? I have to know.

(i think bertholdt would definitely try to stay away from the "enemy", unlike reiner, and don't build bonds with them, but my boy is also touch starved and the moment he falls for sasha, he's desesperate for her attention without knowing. he's grown used to it and can't function without her. huge SIMP)

@seleneprince

"[...]but my boy is also touch starved and the moment he falls for sasha, he's desperate for her attention." And now this is my Roman Empire☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻

Hi Selene!! Thank you so much for this message! 🩷

And you are so right!! That's exactly how I imagine him! 😭😭 And now I need to find a way to write something like that because I'm just OBSESSED!! 😭

I think that Bertholdt, seeing how close Reiner is getting to the "island devils", ended up getting closer with the intention of protecting his friend and ended up getting attached himself, although he doesn't think he's doing that.

He's a warrior, but it's okay to talk about this book with Armin, right? He's a warrior, but that doesn't mean he can't tell jokes with Connie, it's just a joke after all. And it's okay for him to walk the girls into town, it's not like he's busy or anything important. And also, it's not like Ymir would let him say no to Christa. And a walk isn't a bad idea, after all, Sasha will be there too and she's funny. Just funny, nothing more. He's still a warrior.

Who does he want to fool? 👀

I don't even think this scenario is a headcanon at all, because it's very close to what must have actually happened, since it's canon that Bertholdt sometimes spent the day with the girls (Ymir, Historia and Sasha). He wasn't 100% focused on being a warrior all the time, and it was in those moments that he found himself just being a normal boy, and a normal boy would make an excellent match for Sasha 🤧

Again, thank you so much for sending your ideas and hc, I love reading your ideas! ✨ Wish you a good weekend! 🩷

[celestie0]

your favorite characters from attack on titan? and why?

oh em gee 🧚‍♀️✨ i will gladly n excitedly answer this question (spoilers below cut)

i’ll do a top three lol

my fave character in the whole series was hange :””) i lovveeddd them from the very beginning when i watched aot s1 in 2013 so its been a decade long love ✋🏼😩 i cried so hard during s4 pt3 :””) but yeee i just adore the nerdy scientific characters that aren’t scared of the imminent threat of the verse but rather intrigued and curious to almost a point of insanity lol. but i think the hange scene i loved the most was during midnight sun (BEST AOT EP EVER I’LL DIE ON THIS HILL) is when mikasa is terrified of armin not being the one they bring back to life n hange says something like “there are people that i wish i could bring back too” 😭😭 idk that scene hit me rly hard n really quantified the amt of loss in aot i think

my second save character is reiner >:3 bc he’s so babygirl n i wanna make him my housewife. LOL jk naw but i HATED that man s2-s3 bc his whole multiple personality thing was such bullshit like 🙄 ok so you’ve killed sm of my fave characters but you’re still acting like a good guy??? go fuck yourself dude. BUT i started to get intrigued by his character when he was so committed to giving ymir’s letter to christa during shiganshina arc in s3 pt2…and then s4 rolled around and i fell IN LOVE W HIM. he was the only marleyan side warrior eldian that showed the right amount of remorse for what they did on paradis island, and although his backstory is so sad n its obv not his fault he was groomed into a war machine at such a young age, it was nice that isayama made him so guilty to the point of suicidal ideation. and he pulled THROUGGGH during the finale omg the scene where jean held onto him and said he is also a scout☝🏼😭 fuck yeah. also i’d like to impregnate him

my third fave character UUGHHH ITS TOO HARD THERES SO MANY but honestly i just have to say eren. i have soooo many mixed opinions ab eren’s character i could talk ab his character for HOURRSS but s1-3 eren was my BABY. my SON. MY SUGAR PLUM PUMPY UMPY UMPKIN. i mean he was pretty generic shonen protagonist coded lol but he was just such a sweetheart that was so hotheaded n determined to take care of the ppl he loved. it was always so easy to empathize w him on so many fronts n i love characters like that. however his character took an interesting turn in s4, and although i don’t agree w his actions in s4, i can’t say i didn’t want to see him succeed either…super weird, i still don’t quite know how to feel ab the events of the rumbling (i mean i err on the side of it was incredibly evil of him) but the fact there’s sm nuance to his character, regardless of whether i agree w him or not, means he’s one of my faves (we dont talk ab his character in the ending though. shhh. to me aot ends s4 ep28…sorry)

honorable mentions: armin, erwin, levi

least favorite character: zeke (die mf die)

YEEEEE THANK YOU FOR ASK BB i love talking ab aot <333 lmk what ur faves are if you’d like to 👀

[adrunkgiraffe]

Okay so I’m proud of exactly one thing in this drawing and it’s your goddamn armor but the rest is just inside jokes and gay shit so that’s fine. ANYWAY.

*AHEM*

@renaissancebees

You, knight errant Sydbee Montgomerbee are now appointed as human dictator/queen of bees in honor of your birthday. The former queen, Beeranda, is taking time off in order to advocate to the council of advisors for MORE GAYS, two of which, Ymir and Christa, will be at your coronation. 

Also, Syd, thank you so much for being an amazing pal to me these past few years. From comforting me when I’m down, to forgiving me when I can’t help but call u cute, to letting me message u at 2 in the morning to talk about Naruto, to drawing my characters out of the BLUE and opening up to tell me about your wonderful stories, you bless me every day with your amazing-ness. You’re the Inuyasha to my Naruto, and you make me super duper kinky for friendship. 

I love you loads and will continue to do so as long as we both shall live.

Happy birthday, my good shib. 

[bloomingforerza]

Attack on Titan HC’s: Courting

(main 3 + veterans)

Eren

⚔️ Eren would be straight up with his feelings. He’s an Aries, so he might come off as aggressive as well.

⚔️ He probably would bring you small gifts during downtime, just so you know he’s thinking of you

⚔️ He’d sit right next you during mealtime’s, and if someone takes the spot beside you before he can (curse your best friend), he’d try to sit across from you

⚔️ He loves hearing you laugh, so he’ll do anything to try to make you laugh, even if it means he has to pick a fight with Jean.

⚔️ Once he feels like you’re comfortable with him, he’ll try to hold your hand. And if you let him do that, don’t think he’s going to just let it go.

⚔️He’ll try to take you fun places he’s seen when he can, just the two of you. He doesn’t want anyone interfering, especially not that horse-face Jean.

⚔️When he finally asks you to be his girlfriend, he’ll bring you something he knows you’ll like. He’ll ask you in private, though. He’ll be super nervous and will probably play with his hands when he speaks. He did have a fear of rejection and failure, after all, even if he would never admit that.

⚔️ “(Y/n), I-I’m so happy whenever you’re around, I always feel like I can fly. Would you maybe be my girlfriend?”

Mikasa

⚔️ She’d be really shy at first, but not in a nervous type of way. Mikasa’s never had romantic feelings for anyone before, so she wouldn’t know the first thing about courting.

⚔️ She asks Ymir for advice; she can see the way she flirts with Christa.

⚔️ But of course, her advice does not help since she’s so pushy, so she has to do away with most of it. But she took notes of the most important details.

⚔️ She starts by training with you. She’ll ask you to spar, she’s not really sure how else to start spending more time with you. You’re a little scared of Mikasa, but you’ll agree.

⚔️ (She’d go easy on you, but she would never tell you that.)

⚔️ She’s very possessive, so she’d start inviting you to sit with her and her friends during meals.

⚔️ She’d offer you some of her food (and smirk when Sasha would whine about her not sharing with her), she just wants to make sure you’re being well fed.

⚔️ She’d ask if she could hold your hand one day when you’re walking with her, but grabbing it before you can even give her a response. You don’t mind, though.

⚔️ She loves spending time alone, or with Eren and Armin, but recently she’s been more fond of spending alone time with you.

⚔️ She’d get caught laying in the grass with you, and you’ll have your head on her lap. She’d play with your hair, watching you with your eyes closed, enjoying the breeze.

⚔️ She’d stop momentarily before popping the question of being her girlfriend out to you.

⚔️ “(Y/n), I’m not very good at expressing how I feel, but I really like you. Will you please be my girlfriend?”

Armin

⚔️ Shy boy shy boy

⚔️ I bet you’d have to make the first move with this one. He’s shy when it comes to his feelings especially, so he doesn’t know how to express them.

⚔️ You’d be hanging out with their group for dinner, and someone had brought up crushes. When Sasha asked you if you had a crush, you replied you didn’t have one. You turned to Armin and asked him, and his face turned beet red.

⚔️ He quickly told you he had no crush, but Jean exposed him. “He’s got a crush on you!” He snickers, to which Eren hits him in the head for it. After they start fighting, Armin tried to slip away unnoticed.

⚔️ But you noticed.

⚔️ During meals, if there was a spot next to Armin, you would try to take it.

⚔️ You took it upon yourself to give him extra compliments. Your friends took notice and knew you were flirting with him, but he had no clue.

⚔️ You would always run into him during your free time, in the library.

⚔️ One day in particular, he’d been sitting on the floor reading a book, and you quickly engaged him in conversation about it. When you expressed it sounded interesting, he began to read it to you.

⚔️ You sat next to him on the floor, and after awhile you leaned your head on his shoulder. You could feel his nerves, you thought it was cute.

⚔️ He’d ask you out in that same library. You’ll be reading books together, just enjoying each others company. Except, his eyes are on you the whole time.

⚔️“Hey (Y/n), would you like to be my girlfriend maybe? I really do like you and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same but—“

⚔️ And you’d have to stop him with a kiss, of course. Armin loves to ramble.

Levi

⚔️ Levi’s not the kind of guy to just HAVE feelings for someone. He doesn’t have feelings for anyone, period.

⚔️ So imagine your surprise when the Corporal just shows up to your room one morning and asks you if you’d like to join him for tea.

⚔️ Levi isn’t a feelings kind of guy. But he knows when he does have them for someone. And, Levi isn’t dumb (at least he likes to think so).

⚔️ He wants you to feel special, even if he’s bad at showing it sometimes. So he’ll make you tea and bring it to you when you’re done training sometimes, making a show out of it so the other cadets know their place.

⚔️ He will also try to bring you a flower on occasion; his corporal duties have him roaming around a lot after all.

⚔️ He’ll also run into town just to grab a nice treat for you if he really has time. Whatever it is you like, whether it’s fruit or sweets or baked goods, he’ll try to pick some up when he misses you extra hard.

⚔️ Yes, Levi catches himself beginning to miss you. and that’s when he decides he’s going to ask you to be his girlfriend. He’ll come surprise you with a nice treat, and pop the question while you enjoy it together.

⚔️ “(Y/n), I find myself thinking very fondly of you and missing you when you’re not around. Do you want to be my girlfriend, and stay by my side from now on?”

Hanji

⚔️ Hanji is also pretty straightforward. I bet she’s also the pervy type when she likes a girl. She’d start noticing your body more and making comments about how nice your curves were.

⚔️ She wants your attention as well though, which is why she doesn’t hold back with the compliments.

⚔️ Every day she’ll find something about you to compliment. Some of them make you blush so hard you feel like your face is steaming.

⚔️ She’ll also bring you treats I feel like. Hanji likes a well fed girl, so she will make sure you’re eating right.

⚔️ But she’d be the type to steal the treats for you from the kitchen. No one’s going to say anything about it, she IS a section commander, after all.

⚔️ And they’d be nice treats, like apples or berries or croissants. Stuff they save for the higher ups. She also will steal some meat for you to make sure you’re getting your protein.

⚔️ She’d love to go out onto the field with you. You’re a natural with the ODM gear and your skills rival those of Mikasa’s and Annie’s during training. It almost turns her on to watch you fight.

⚔️ You’d help her indulge in her experiments with her titans, and that’s when she realized how deeply she had feelings for you. Most people judged her or didn’t want to hear it, but you did.

⚔️ The two of you would be finishing up with her experiments when she asks you to be her girlfriend. You’d helped her get a lot of her research done and it made her feel so accomplished having you there with her.

⚔️ “(Y/n), the time I spend with you is so enlightening and motivating. Would you be my girlfriend?”

Erwin

⚔️ Erwin knows what he wants. And he wants you. So he’s going to let you know.

⚔️ He’ll ask you to come up for tea, a lot like Levi, just so he can listen to you talk about your day.

⚔️ He will bring you some kind of souvenir from his missions, even the ones you go on. It’s sweet, he’s thinking of you even when you’re apart.

⚔️ He’ll take you to the prettiest villages and the most amazing meadows. He wants you to have core memories with him.

⚔️ He only ever wants you to be safe, so sometimes he orders you to not go on missions.

⚔️ You’re the one thing he cares about, and he’s commander, so he will say whether you should go or not.

⚔️ And if it makes you angry, he’ll do anything to make it up to you. He’ll hand feed you berries or massage your back or even ask you to be his girlfriend.

⚔️ Which is how it happens. You’re caught arguing in his office with him, red faced and fuming after he comes back from an expedition.

⚔️ “My darling, I know you’re mad, but you don’t understand. I care about you a lot and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Please, would you be my girlfriend?”

[sweetsweetbbq]

:: TYPES OF CAKES THE AOT CHARACTERS WOULD GIVE YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY ::

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included: eren, mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean, ymir, historia, annie, reiner, berthotld, hange/hanji, levi, erwin, pieck, porco, zeke, niccolo x reader

part 1, part 2

MODERN au

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Eren -

he tried, he really did 😭

he tried following a YouTube tutorial on how to make the perfect birthday cake for your partner, but while we was baking, he realized he bought skittles instead of m&ms. so now you got a sour cake 💀. but you tell him you like it anyways so now he’s relieved!

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Mikasa -

our girl mikasa pulls through as always 😌

store bought but she probably drove bakery to bakery just to find a birthday cake you deserve. then when you come back home from work, she surprises you w a whole celebration. she defo invited y’alls friends to the parteyyy!!

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Armin -

THIS MAN 😍

get yourself a man who will panic over the smallest mistake when we works on your cake

but anyways, homemade for sure!! i can see him asking Niccolo for tips, advice, etc. he will make you a cake based on what he remembers you like. if you like flowers, he’ll put flowers on it. if you like the color green, he’ll make your cake green.

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Sasha -

sasha… 😇

she, connie and jean definitely made this together 😭 they really tried fr, thing is, they decided to wing it. they didn’t bother to watch a video or something, not even a recipe. but to your surprise the inside is HELLA good. but at the end of the day, people who ate the cake ended up with food poisoning 👍

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Connie -

store-bought. he requested for a chocolate cake covered with milo bits and surrounded with chocolate sticks. he wanted it to be PERFECT, and it exceeded his expectations. but he felt it was missing something. it needed a touch of connie ✨. so he added a shrek pic 💚

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Jean -

store bought, but will claim it is homemade just to fluster Eren and make him feel bad about the birthday cake he made for his partner.

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Ymir -

no cuz the SECOND i saw this pic, ymir was the first person i thought of.

homemade for sure, IT DOES TASTE GOOD THO. but i think the rest is self-explanatory.. u know what u have to do after this.. 🏃‍♀️

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Historia/Krista/Christa -

she will go big on you, like it’s your last birthday. LMAO JUST IGNORE THE TWENTY ONE 😭

storebought. whatever looks good to her, she shall buy. she won’t even look at the price or flavor. but they’re always perfect!! <3 along w the bday cake, she’ll make everyone make you birthday cards or else.. JAJDJWJ

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Annie -

annie babe… 😟

if it isn’t obvious already, it’s homemade. it’s basically saying “i love u so much pls dont ever leave me i will literally lose it if u go but i will respect ur decision if u leave me because i want you to be happy because i love you so please don’t leave me i rlly do love u” JWHDJJWJSJS

the cake is definitely something 😀 she will take it, take a bite, and chuck it out the window. she will make it up to you tho!! <3

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Reiner -

JJSJWJSJAJA,

when he was the doing the white icing part, he realised how umm.. not-so-good-looking the cake looked. he GAVE UP, so he just put “Eat me. I am ugly.” on it.. 😍👍

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[multifandoms27-blog]

Oh God...! | Armin Arlert x F!Reader

Content: Mainly angst, but there's some fluff too. Not an established relationship between Armin and reader.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, profanity.

Notes: I wrote this for my good friend. You know who you are lol. <3

~*~*~*

Armin stood trembling by himself on the rooftop. Eren had just died, so had Mina, Thomas, Nack, and Milieus. Eren gave himself to protect Armin, and all he could do was fucking sit there...that's all he could fucking do.

He didn't know how long he was sitting there while his fellow cadets in the 104th were slaughtered around him, or how many other soldiers' lives were given because of his insolence. Armin beat himself up while continuing to do nothing.

Armin clutched his head as Eren's death replayed over and over and over in his head, while the screams of his squad taunted his ears. His vision became blurry with tears, his head pounding with an onset of a headache. Everything was spinning, Armin wanted to puke, or cry, or die. He couldn't tell.

He didn't hear a new squad come up, nor did he hear the shouts of his name. All he could hear were the screams of his squad members. It wasn't until he was shaken that he finally snapped out of it. His vision cleared and his headache rolled away, his nausea pushed down. When he looked up, he saw (Y/n) sitting there, worried sick.

"Armin! Oh, there you are! What happened? Where's Eren and the rest of the squad?"

Armin stumbled over his words. "(Y/n), I...I...I couldn't-"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ymir spoke, her arms crossed. "They were slaughtered. Nobodies seen them, and they're not around."

"Armin...Armin is that true?" (Y/n) looked back down at the blonde boy.

Armin couldn't respond. Ymir scowled.

"The only reason he escaped death was because he was too much of a coward, I bet."

"Ymir, shut up! You don't know that!"

"Oh sure, defend the coward!" Ymir shot back.

"I'm with (Y/n) on this one, shut up, Ymir!" Conny chimed in.

"Oh yeah?! You both wanna go?!" Ymir yelled, causing Armin to put his hands over his ears and hunch over into (Y/n) embrace.

"I will beat your ass and finally shut your mouth if you don't-" Conny was interrupted.

"Guys, guys, please! Enough! Everyone is tired and scared, but come on! We have to work together and get Armin somewhere safe!" Christa stepped in between Conny and Ymir.

Ymir and Conny quieted down and looked away from each other. Christa looked to (Y/n). "(Y/n), please take Armin and get out of here."

"I can't leave you three-"

"We'll be fine. Make sure Armin gets back safely, then rendezvous back with us." Christa gave her a small smile.

(Y/n) looked up at her from where she was kneeling, and nodded. "Come on, Armin. Let's go."

Armin clung to (Y/n) as she scooped him up into her arms. Using her ODM gear, she brought him further away from any titans, making sure they both were safe. Glancing back, (Y/n) could see Reiner's group struggling with a titan, probably a 10 meter. (Y/n) growled.

"Armin, wait here. I need to help Reiner's squad with-"

"No!" Armin screamed and grabbed onto her coat. "Don't leave! Please, please, please, (Y/n)! Don't leave...oh God...!"

"Hey, hey, Armin, it's okay." (Y/n) pat Armin's head and embraced him, hearing him sob into her chest. "There are no titans around, it'll takle me a few minutes, it'll be okay."

"No, n-no that's not why I..." Armin looked up, tears streaming down his face. "I don't want you to die...please...please don't go...!"

"Armin...if I don't help them, they might die."

Armin's sad face scrunched up even more in pain. "Then...then I'll go with you...! If you...if you get in trouble then I-I'll do what I didn't with Eren and save you..."

(Y/n) looked down at him hesitantly. "...okay, but if you're feeling like you're going to freak out, back off okay?"

Armin nodded vigorously. Both of them then used their ODM gear to get closer to Reiner's group. Armin stayed on the rooftop when Bertholdt slammed into the roof right next to him. (Y/n) shot out her anchors into the titan's shoulder, swung around and cut into the nape of the titan's neck and killed it.

Reiner's group landed safely on the roof with (Y/n). Armin immediately stepped halfway behind her.

"Thank you, (L/n). Why is Armin here?" Reiner commented.

"His squad..." (Y/n) glanced down at the small boy.

Reiner nodded. "Right."

"Come on, we need to keep moving. Thank you for the help, (Y/n)." Annie nodded to her in acknowledgement.

"No problem. Be safe out there." (Y/n) watched Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie ride away.

Armin was beginning to shift back to the state he was in earlier at the sight of the titan, and he tightly grabbed (Y/n)'s hand. Her attention was snapped back to him. "Hey, hey, Armin...it's okay."

Armin once again embraced her. "I know that was quick but...oh God...what if you were eaten just as quickly...?"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm alive. Everything is okay. Let's get you to safety."

Armin looked up at her, and nodded. His blue eyes filled with tears that she wiped away. Armin thought that she looked like an angel in all this chaos - an angel of death, maybe. As she scooped him up in her arms again and rode away on her ODM gear, he couldn't help but feel safer than he ever had been in her arms.

And for once today, when he closed his eyes, he finally didn't see the slaughter of his squadron.

[bubbleteaimagines]

Pants on Fire

Reiner Braun Oneshot

Summary: Part two of this

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Reader

Warnings: Angst

when you woke up, you had a killer headache. moaning, you grabbed at your head wishing the pain would just stop. you opened your eyes to see what the hell was happening, but you quickly gasped and scuttled away when you saw who you were sitting next to.

“woah, woah, easy,” reiner’s voice caused panic to swell in your chest. letting out a scream, you swung in his direction and jumped back.

“get away from me!” you yelled out, your fearful eyes locking with reiner’s.

those eyes, those damn eyes that once brought you to your knees now filled you with utter terror. those eyes that you once could never get enough of now belong to a murderer.

“y-y/n,” reiner’s face flashed with hurt as he reached out for you. “y/n, baby it’s just me.”

“no!” you recoiled from his grasp as tears filled your eyes. “no, no, no! you’re a monster! g-get away from me!”

you tried to scramble back but your back ended up hitting a tree. it was then that you noticed exactly where you were, a yelp escaping your lips as you noticed eren and ymir with you, titan’s scratching at the trees below you.

“eren! ymir!” you yelled out for your comrades, seeing as they were on another tree. eren’s arms were cut off and so were ymir’s.

eren offered you a weak nod while ymir said nothing.

“what did you do to them?!” you shouted at reiner.

“don’t worry, they’ll heal,” bertholdt told you. he was standing a good distance away from you, reiner having been the closest.

“y/n—”

“shut the fuck up,” you found yourself staring at him with hatred in your eyes, even though you felt quite the opposite. on the inside, your heart was hurting. scratch that, it was burning and it was burning for reiner. your body had become so accustomed to his touch that you were aching for it, but you couldn’t. because he wasn’t your reiner anymore.

“you don’t get to speak after everything you’ve done,” you snapped, pain in your voice.

“baby please,” a frown tugged at his lips, “please, let me explain.”

“oh boy, here we go again,” ymir rolled her eyes.

“get away from them!” eren shouted out, his glare intense on reiner. but in his state, he couldn’t exactly do anything.

“i said shut up!” you growled again, flinching as reiner leaned closer to hold your face.

you couldn’t help it— you immediately began to melt. his touch was your weakness, after all. it always had been. it sent electric shocks through your body and reiner knew you had felt it.

he was gentle, just like he had always been.

“baby...”

“don’t touch me!” you cried out, smacking his hand away. “don’t you fucking dare!”

“please, y/n, you have to understand!” he pleaded. his eyes were sad, begging you to listen. “everything i did, that was before you. and everything i’m doing now, it’s for you.”

you would have scoffed if you weren’t so heartbroken in the moment. everything inside of you wanted to reach out to reiner. you wanted to be in arms, you wanted for him to hold you and comfort you and explain all of this confusing stuff to you.

you wanted him, even after everything you saw. and that absolutely disgusted you.

“please,” a tear slipped down your cheek as you looked helplessly at eren. “just let me go. let us go, we won’t tell the others where you are. you can let us go, reiner. you can turn yourself in and end...whatever this is!”

“i can’t,” reiner turned away as he gritted his teeth. “i wish i could baby, but i can’t.”

“stop calling me that!” you broke down, pain coursing through your veins at the nickname.

baby.

reiner had called you that during your first date.

baby.

reiner had called you that when he held you in his arms, peppering soft kisses on your face while telling you how much he loved you.

baby.

reiner called you that when he made love to you, whispering how good you felt around him.

your fists clenched. “you lost the right to call me that the minute you revealed your true self to me. you’re a murder, reiner braun! do you hear me?!”

you could tell that your words were hurting him, like a knife digging deeper and deeper. he looked utterly heartbroken as he heard you speak but oddly, it brought you satisfaction.

by the way he had shattered your heart it was only fair he felt the way you were feeling right now.

“you killed my family,” you continued, “terrorized my friends! you sat there and listened to me cry about them when it was you the entire time!”

“i’m sorry,” reiner looked away, tears filling his eyes but you weren’t listening.

“you held me when i had nightmares from that day and whispered how much you understood! you stood by while our friends were killed by the titan’s you let in! you made love to me, reiner, you were my first! you were my everything goddammit and you...it was all a lie!”

finally, your voice broke and you leaned back against the tree, sobs raking your body.

everything inside of you began to shut down, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. how could you after you just learned the man you had loved for three years was a traitor?

“y/n—” reiner tried to reach for you but you were unavailable. “i love you, you have to believe me. nothing i told you was a lie!”

“won’t you just shut up already?!” eren’s voice cut the atmosphere like a knife. “can’t you see that you’ve done enough damage? for three years you’ve strung y/n on and lied to them, why can’t you just stop?”

“because you don’t understand!” reiner suddenly yelled, causing you to flinch back. “i...we don’t have a choice! we have to do this!”

“no you don’t,” you whispered brokenly, letting out another sob. “reiner, please.”

“i’m sorry baby,” he sunk down and held his head in his hands. “i-i wish there was something i could do...if i wasn’t such a coward...”

a stray tear ran down his face and you hated yourself for getting the urge to wipe it away.

“reiner,” bertholdt’s voice caused the blonde to look up with pain behind his eyes. “i know this is sad for you but you’ve got pull it together. someone’s coming!”

at this, all four of you strained your necks to see what he was talking about. peering around reiner’s tall frame, hope flooded your veins as you saw green smoke.

“the scouts,” you whispered, your eyes widening. “the scouts are coming!”

you could have laughed in that moment. even though you knew they weren’t necessarily coming for you, you were still going to be rescued.

“shit,” reiner and bertholdt became frantic bad the sounds hooves echoed closer. “we gotta leave — they’ll be here soon.”

“no!” ymir was the one to protest. “i’m not leaving without christa! we had a deal, braun!”

“w-what?” you stared at ymir with betrayal. she had made a deal with them?

“there’s no time,” reiner snapped, ignoring her request. “we have to go before they get here and take eren and y/n from us!”

“what do you want from me?!” eren yelled angrily, thrashing around.

“what we want is for you to come with us — no resisting. can you do that?” reiner grunted, strapping on his ODM gear.

your eyes widened in fear. “no! no reiner you can’t leave!” you involuntarily blurted out.

this caused reiner to pause, hope filling his eyes.

“i-i mean,” you were quick to cover yourself, “you can’t take me with you! it’s not fair! i won’t — please, don’t make me!”

“i have no choice,” reiner frowned, bending to your level with sad eyes.

“you do,” you spit out, rapidly nodding your head. “you do reiner, please. eren was right — don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“y/n you don’t understand,” he shook his head. “i can’t lose you baby. you’re the one thing that’s kept me sane. i have to...there’s no other way.”

he reached over to grasp you in his arms and it was then that you realized you weren’t even tied down in the first place. you had been completely free the entire time. so why — why did you not try to run? why did you not try harder to escape, when freedom was right there?

“baby, please,” you locked eyes with reiner. “please don’t do this.”

you knew he was on the verge of collapsing as you reciprocated the nickname. your voice was so soft, so small that reiner actually feel to his knees.

“there’s always a choice,” you reminded him, delicately placing your shaking hand on his cheek. “and if you love me, if you truly love me then please, reiner. leave me here.”

reiner eagerly grabbed at your hand, desperate for your touch. his large palm overlapped yours and he savored the feeling of your skin on his.

“i’m sorry,” his voice broke as he shook his head and took out a small dart. “i love you, baby. so much,” he promised.

“that’s why i have to do this,” he whispered, and then your world went black.

-

when you woke up again, you found yourself staring at the familiar patterns on your ceiling.

confused, you sat up, the last memories of reiner lingering on your mind.

“hey,” a gentle voice caused you to jump slightly, but you calmed down once you noticed that it was only armin.

he looked a little worse for wear, his blonde hair messy and his blue eyes swimming with emotions. but hey — at least he was alive. and so were you apparently.

“armin,” you groaned out, your throat raspy from being knocked out. “what happened?”

you remembered reiner’s eyes and his face contorted in pain. that was the last sight you saw before everything went black, and apparently a lot had happened since then.

“we found you in a tree when we went to rescue eren,” armin explained, fiddling with his fingers. “eren said that reiner left you there before he and the others ran away.”

“what—”

you remembered your conversation with him.

“if you truly love me then please, reiner. leave me here.”

you let out a gasp. against your will, more tears began to fill your eyes. pretty soon, you found yourself sobbing again while armin gently held you in his arms.

“hey, hey,” he frowned as he heard you call out reiner’s name, “he’s gone, okay? he left with bertholdt and ymir. you’re safe now — y/n i know he lied to you. and i know it’s painful but he’s gone, you hear me? he can’t hurt you anymore.”

another cry left your lips as you heard that reiner was gone. so that was it then. the love of your life was gone and you were never going to see him again.

“armin,” you managed to choke a sentence through your sobs. “i’m not crying because reiner lied to me.”

armin frowned. tilting his head, you could tell that he was confused. “y-you’re not? t-then why are you crying then?”

you sniffled as all the memories of you and reiner began to play out in your head. every kiss, every delicate touch. every time he made you laugh up until the very last time he made you cry.

you replayed it all, and then you stopped once you got to his last words to you.

“armin, i’m crying because he told me the truth.”

[tojisun]

ughshsb band au with hange im gonna die

(a ramble. this was supposed to be three paragraphs long, but it exploded to, well, a whole rant. it’s not a coherent fic, but there’s a story somewhere there. 3.7k words.

wlw-centred fic: hange x fem reader, nanaba x petra. other charas pop up too)

your friend, petra, had extra tickets to a concert and she tagged you along to go see no name.

“you sure those are extra tickets? last i heard those cost big bucks,” you say, eyeing her weirdly. and you’re right. just last week, one of the kids that you TA, ymir, was complaining about how expensive they are.

(“don’t buy them, then,” her kind-of friend, reiner, said but ymir just clicked her tongue at him and chucked a balled paper at his head. you pretended that you didn’t see that, ducking your head down to finish marking their essays, instead. knowing ymir, scolding her would do no good especially when she’d still throw shit at reiner when you’re back to not looking. you cast a quick glance at the professor and clearly they don’t care too.

“i was thinking of that too but christa really wanna see them. said shit about how their extra members are gonna join them this time,” ymir replied, half whining as she sagged beside her other kind-of friend, annie.

it was jargon to you at that point. since when did bands have extra members waiting on the sideline? clearly you’re out of touch with the music industry.)

turns out they’re not extra tickets. they’re backstage passes, and fans who purchased them had to bring friends along. something about ensuring that there are no scandals between members and fans.

“please, just come?” then the little shit turned her bright eyes on you, sparkling and pleading, and so damn irresistible.

“fine, you little fuck,” you grunt. later at night, you etransfer her the payment for your ticket. she sends it back to you anyway like a little shit.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

on the day of, petra looked so fucking cute. “you tryna get someone’s attention?” you tease, laughing when she pushed you before hiding her flushed face with her hands.

turns out, she is! you thought it was that vocalist, levi, if you remember right, that she likes but apparently the one that holds the candle of her affection was one of the extra members. it’s fucking nanaba no-surname.

“i don’t know her that well, and this is one of the rare moments that she’s with the main band, you know? i’m so desperate to see her!” she says, voice rising from both embarrassment and excitement, slapping you at your shoulder when she cannot contain her giddiness anymore.

“yeah—ow!—i get it, i get it!” you tell her, rubbing at your sore shoulders.

the train ride was quick and loud. you two left your cars at your homes respectively, knowing that it would be impossible to find a parking space in the venue. the train was surprisingly filled with other fans who were on their way to the concert too, chatting with each other excitedly. levi’s name was thrown around quite often, clearly the most famous member of the band. it was followed by the excited chatter about the side members, and whenever nanaba’s name was said, you wiggle your eyebrows at petra who blushes and never fails to punch you in retaliation.

the venue was packed when you guys arrived, mostly filled with teens and people around your age group. you were just thinking about your students, wondering if ymir got to buy the tickets for her girlfriend, when you made eye contact with ymir who gaped upon seeing you. you turn away, pulling petra along with you, before christa could see you too.

the lineup for the people with backstage passes went first, and you are surprised at just how few of you are ushered in. the mob of normal tickets watch you all move, and you’re damn sure that your kids are amongst them.

there’s only nineteen of you who have backstage passes, and you are reminded again about just how expensive these versions were. you promised to pay petra for these.

the staff explained the logistics of the passes. apparently, you have an hour to spend with the band before being led back to the audience area (by the pit, front row). then, after the concert, you can choose to leave (who would choose that?) or come backstage where you have approximately thirty minutes to spend with the band (it’s shorter because the members need to rest). it’s solid and you understand why those mainstream would go out the limb to purchase these.

you barely heard the staff introducing the band before petra’s hand seized yours in a tight grip. “she—!” is all what she was able to say before you’re tugged to meet nanaba. and, well, damn. she is fine.

“fuck,” you whisper, jaw slack at seeing the band members in person.

nanaba’s got a tight suit on, foregoing the white button up and using the suit jacket as the shirt. it’s buttoned up, creating a teasing ‘v’ where her cleavage was peeking. around her neck and dangling up to the cleft of her chests was a gold necklace, glinting whenever she moves. her eyes, like the rest of no name, are wrapped in white bandages. how can they see, you don’t know, but fuck if the concept isn’t hot.

“i’m trying,” petra whispers, just as stunned (and a tad thirstier) as you.

you hear the seventeen other fans squealing and screaming in the background, but fuck your eyes are just drawn to petra’s crush. no wonder she’s saved up so much for these passes.

“having fun?” a voice patters off behind you.

“yeah,” you answer dreamily, eyes still locked onto nanaba. petra, at least, has the decency to look at the person behind you, her peach lips pressed into a beautiful smile. it’s when you hear her breath hitch that you finally decided to look and—

fuck.

f u c k.

“uhhh,” you say, eyes bugging out at them. if nanaba was hot, hange—the hange—was downright sin. you know their name in passing, petra had not waxed poetry about them as much as she did with nanaba, after all, but what you’ve heard from her was enough to know that she was underselling hange.

hange, much like the rest, is wearing a crisp black suit. their white button up is loose of two buttons, and they are missing their tie. their hair is gathered in a messy ponytail, their bangs slipping loose to frame their face. their eyes are also wrapped in white bandages, tight and secure, and you still wonder how they can see with that. there is a coy smile on their lips, and you are drawn there easily.

you’re still eyeballing hange when you feel a sharp jab on your side. you hiss, buckling in pain and shooting petra a glare. “stop sounding stupid,” she whispers to you, before turning back to hange, shooting them another pretty smile, and only then did you realize that you’ve been drawling out nonsense at hange. that’s, fuck, that’s embarrassing.

you sheepishly rubbed at your head. “sorry hange-san,” you say, “it’s my first time—”

“ours!”

“our first time being here so i—we don’t know what else to do but look around?” you wanna punch yourself a bit because why the fuck are you explaining this shit to hange? they probably don’t even care about this shit, busy thinking and worrying about the upcoming concert in an hour. petra seems to think the same with how hard she’s gripping your hand, her palm turning clammy.

and yet hange just smiles, warm and so goddamn beautiful. i’m screwed, you think for a quick second.

“no sweat, dear! it’s just easy talking. if you wanna take pictures with us, just ask and we’d take one with you. well, unless it’s some kinky stuff then i think we can’t allow that, but other than that, you’re a-okay to ask us!” their voice is deep, rich, and so damn right sexy. and they’re so kind? you don’t care if this is for publicity stunt or if this is truly hange, all you know is they’re still standing in front of you with that pretty smile:

“then,” petra begins, shooting a look between you and hange, “can we take a picture with you?”

hange smiles again and you feel like dying. “of course!”

they stand in between you and petra who extends her arm, tilting her phone in an angle to make you three fit. you’re smiling at the camera, leaning close to hange but not too close that they feel caged in. you’re smiling even after the picture is taken. “thank you so much!” petra says, bowing at hange. you do the same, tucking your hair behind your ear as you do so.

when you straighten up, you blink at the hand that’s in your view which was coming up to ruffle at your hair. you gape at hange who’s still smiling that gentle smile, quiet and not saying anything, feeling their hand warm on your head. you’re frozen, rigid and afraid that if you move then it’d break the spell between you two. turns out you don’t need to worry about that as hange steps back and evades your space as if they weren’t just there a few seconds ago.

“you’re welcome,” they tell you, “see you soon, hopefully.” then they’re stalking away, entertaining other fans.

you turn to your friend, slow and hesitant. then, shakily, “did they just—”

“i think they just—” petra says, eyes just as wide and cheeks just as flushed.

what the fuck.

(petra keens like she’s dying after nanaba agreed to take a picture with just the two of them. you stifled your giddy smile at seeing petra’s flushed face, willing your hands not to tremble as you take their picture. then the band member left, but not after asking petra to wish nanaba luck during the concert.

“what,” you say. did nanaba just flirt with petra? “holy fuck, what?”

“i know!” petra squeals. then she groans, flopping her sweater paws around. “i’m so fucked.”

you think of hange’s warm breath close to your face, their gentle fingers, and the curl of their smile. then, you think, same fucking boat.)

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

you really ought to thank every god and petra because, as you stand in the front row, watching hange strum the guitar with those slim fingers, you realize you’re going through the next best thing after your promotion.

levi’s hype was truly called for, you think as your eyes trail at him. he’s short but broad, and his voice is smooth and deep at the same time. it reverberates in the arena, bouncing back and tickling your ears.

the fans are a mess, chanting their fave’s names in a cacophony. still, it drives the energy up and seems to feed the band with spark. guess they needed to hear those unflinching support from their fans.

the chanting doesn’t wane, even petra is going along the mob. and you think, ok fuck it i’m gonna do it too.

so that’s what you do: you scream hange’s name. and perhaps your voice stood out from the rest, or perhaps it was a coincidence. you don’t really know, just that hange shifts their body to your spot as if they’re looking at you.

you’re being delusional, you know. after all, in a sea full of people, did you really think hange can see you? especially with those bandages? but these thoughts are a lot quieter because your heart is thundering inside your chest, and your breath is straining from your lungs, and hange’s giving out that same damn smile—the one that you know fucked you over—and you think, i’m in love.

but you know how stories go about this certain type of trope. you know it’s impossible to be liked back, not when you’re just one fan among others. it’s a painful thought, one that shouldn’t even be at the forefront of your mind as you enjoy this concert, but it’s there.

timidly, you raise your hand and waved at hange. you wonder what you looked like. can they see the sudden longing in your eyes or the adoration or, perhaps, the raw affection that you feel for them? do you look like a mess? fuck, can they even see you?

your mind comes to a screeching halt when hange fucking waved back. a thousand thoughts run inside your head again—they’re probably just waving at everyone because, you know, it’s their concert—but your heart isn’t even listening. it swells with desire and bubbling happiness that stretches your lips wide.

fuck.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

the concert ran for two hours, the band dabbling into different genres. at some point, levi’s joined by two other vocalists, one of which being nanaba. you remember petra’s squealing, her little body jumping at how excited she is.

the band said their goodbyes and went backstage again, but the fans were still mingling about, savouring the glow of the last song. that one was powerful, and a sharp turn. it was the only song where all members sang, different voices meshing with each other seamlessly.

you remember singing along when you got the hang of the chorus, and it was thrilling. to sing with a band, along with a thousand other people, it felt like time was distorted at that moment. a little pocket of reality that exists in a different space from the outside world. it was all parts overwhelming and not enough.

the staff collected your group with backstage passes again, checking the tickets meticulously. they’re a lot stricter, leading you away from the crowd and telling you all that this time is a lot more limited because the band members are tired. they only have enough in them before they’d go crashing for a break.

you all understand. of course having seen the intense concert just minutes ago, no wonder they’d be weak on their knees right now.

you look at petra when you feel her tug your hand. “i feel kinda guilty for sticking around when they’re tired,” she whispers and you nod, feeling the same.

but you remember the fluttering in your heart and the desire thrumming in your veins, and you sheepishly smiled at petra. “wanna, uh, just tell them they did good then we can leave?”

petra’s lips pinched before letting off a small giggle. “yeah, i didn’t wanna to let them go yet.”

and you feel her. after this, it’s back to work and back to life, no name would probably not cross your mind. or if they ever will, they would be far from your reach again. this is as close as you can go—as close you can be with hange—and you don’t want it to end.

“yeah,” you tell her, sighing. you two are quiet as you make it around the area where the members are, still coming down from the high of the concert. petra holds your hand as you both listen to the staff’s reminders, before all of you are ushered in.

your eyes automatically look for that mop of brown hair, biting onto your bottom lip as your eyes dance from one person to another and—there.

stuck with the rest of the band, lingering beside levi and miche, was hange. the group was instantly surrounded by the other fans, voices fighting each other as they told the group how great they were out there. some people begin asking for pictures, some for autographs on recently-bought no name shirts or on the back of their phones. 

that’s when the band broke, members stepping away from each other to mingle with respective fans. you turn to petra only to see her gone, and your eyes track the redhead amidst the crowd before finally spotting her with levi.

huh.

“thought your friend liked nanaba,” someone says. you feel your breath come out as a wheeze, your heart doing summersaults in your chest, jumping around between your ribs and your stomach.

“yeah,” you say, voice soft like a wispy sigh. “thought so too.” you turn your head to look at hange. and they—what a sight they make.

they removed their suit jacket, leaving them in their white button up which now had four buttons loose instead of two. they also untucked it from their trousers, leaving them to look much more comfortable than hours ago. their bandages are loose too, slipping from their eyes and sagging down to their cheeks. a single eye is looking at you, and you jolt at how pretty hange is in everything.

there is a look in their eye—brown irises, long eyelashes, fading eyebags. beautiful in all sense of the word and now you can see more of them—that you cannot decipher. it’s intense, hooded, and you feel shy at making longer eye contact with them. you clear your throat, looking away.

“congratulations out there,” you say. “that was—you guys are—you’re so,” a strangled noise crawls from your throat and you flush, hiding your face behind your palms, when hange chuckles.

“thanks!” they say, understanding what you cannot say. you peer at them from your fingers, breath hitching all over again at their alluring smile. 

“can we, um, take a picture together?” you ask, remembering that what you have with hange is shared with petra. and as much as you love your friend to bits, you feel a crawl of possessiveness at seeing this hange, the one who looks like a hot, incredibly so, mess.

they flash you another one of their charming smiles. “sure!”

you barely have the time to take out your phone when hange’s reaching for it to take the picture. their hand—warm palms, slim fingers with calluses from playing the guitar—coming up to wrap around your wrist, tugging you flushed to their side. then, and here your lungs failed you again, their arm wraps around your shoulders, resting to hold you close. is there a pulse point close to your arm because you’re sure hange could feel just how fast your heart is racing.

you managed a smile before hange takes the picture. then they click another, and another, and another. by the end of it, your cheeks are straining with just how wide your smile is.

hange is the one who steps back. good call, you think, because you wouldn’t have wanted to. you turn to them, hand outstretched, waiting for them to give you your phone. they don’t.

you tilt your head at seeing hange tap around your phone. are they perhaps looking at the pictures you’ve taken with them? surely that’s not what they’re looking at. then what?

you peek around your phone but hange seems done with whatever it was that they were doing. “here you go, dear,” hange says, giving you back your phone.

“thank you,” you say, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as their hands brush with yours. 

“i’m gonna go now. i think i’m gonna crash soon,” they tell you and you nod, bidding them a soft goodbye. they began to walk away, a soft sashay, and you watched as they turned around to look at you again.

“i can trust you, right?” they ask.

“of course,” you reply instantly. whatever it is, you know you would never bring someone’s secrets out in the open. “always.”

they nod, smiling again. “good,” they say, their solo eye never leaving yours. “see you soon.”

“see you soon,” you parrot. only when hange’s long gone do you realize what their parting words are.

you gape, soundless and confused, before giving up trying to comprehend what they meant. you to your phone, swiping through the pictures, smiling and all sorts of giddy. what a good memory this would be.

you look up, seeing a few members still staying, before you begin looking for petra. but she’s nowhere to be seen.

confused, you open your contacts to call her when—

is that—

hange <3

you blink. that’s hange’s number, right?

you remember their parting words, “see you soon.” and the ones before that, “i can trust you, right?”

is this what they meant? 

your legs feel like mush. stumbling, you collapse on an empty seat, eyes still bugged out at the number in your contacts. thousands of thoughts race in your mind: is this okay? do they do this with everyone? are you just one among the others?

but the fact still stands. hange, the hange, gave you their number, and it seems like they want to see you again. 

you squeal, muffling the god-awful sounds with your palms.

“hey,” petra’s voice comes from in front of you. you look up, stunned at seeing her so flushed. her usually straight hair is sticking everywhere, and even her crisp blouse had been crumpled.

“what happened to you?” you ask, studying her face, seeing her eyes glassy and her lips swollen and—wait.

“petra—”

“nanaba kisses like she’s thirsty. i think i’m in love,” petra wheezes out, collapsing in your arms. you two stumble in the plastic chair, incoherent sounds coming from you as you try to reel your head at what petra said.

finally, you say, “holy shit.”

“i know,” petra says, sighing dreamily.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“oi. was it wise that you gave her your number?” 

hange turns to levi, watching him blow dry his hair while his make up artist fusses behind him.

the room turns to hange in shock. they almost roll their eyes with the reaction, especially after they just saw nanaba whisking away your friend, leading her into the private waiting room of the band.

“we all know that’s dangerous, and usually you’re careful about your privacy, so why?” erwin asks, those pretty blue eyes of his searing hange to their chair. levi grunts in agreement, judging but careful. worried, maybe, and hange smiles.

“don’t worry,” they say, turning back to cleaning their glasses. “she’s trustworthy. besides, i know her personally, she’s not the type of person who’d share my secrets for internet points.”

erwin hums, a tad dismissive now that he knows hange’s privacy isn’t in danger. levi looks at them, eyes narrowed knowingly. nanaba voices the obvious question.

“how do you know her?”

hange shrugs, a secretive smile blooming at their face. “she’s my new TA, after all.”

i know so little about bands and concerts because i’ve never been in one. but these are logistics i didn’t refine because it was just supposed to be a short headcanon.

i’ve been exposed to one (01) nanaba x petra fanfic, and ran with it.

i just want all veterans as part of no name. moblit’s their manager ig?

also “no name” reminds me of superstore 💀

thank u for sticking around, and hopefully i did decent for my first dabbling into aot.

[aengelren]

1,5,6,7,8,11,12,13,15,16,17,20,22,25,26,27,28,30,31,34,35,36,37,50

Smash or pass mike or nicoolo

♡ Thank you for this ask (im late as ever)

Note: I will make a more detailed post about my thoughts on 139 and the ending and esp Eren. But I lightly touched on it below

Smash niccolo

What was your first impression of the show?

I was shocked, did not expect such a perfect first episode. unlike many i know, i got attached immediately. Like i imagines the pain of seeing my mom be in a such a situation and how i would feel so helpless. unlike Eren, i wouldn't be able to go on

Who was your favorite character originally? Did it change?

it was Eren, it's still Eren. I used to be much more attached to Mikasa than what i am now though

Who was your least favorite character initially? Did it change?

Annie, Zeke and Bertholdt. Changed my mind on Zeke heavily and now i love Bert. Still don’t like Annie. Don’t like pieck either

Favorite season?

Can’t choose, love them all but s1 always has a special place in my heart. S3 part 2 was seriously the best experience I’ve had with fiction along with declaration of war in s4 part 1 PLUS!! S4 part 2 Eren plottwist and the “two brothers” episode

Favorite episode?

Can’t choose i have too many

In your opinion, who had the greatest glow up?

Him but he’s always been beautiful. But Eren has always been pretty. Can’t say the same about Armin and Jean so them too ig

Worst glow up?

No one (maybe someone but I won’t say it hehe, it’s a guy)

One thing you’d change about the story?

Story is actually perfect and I’ll never consume anything close to it. I’d want to see more Eren pov & more of the Jaeger household when they took Mikasa in. Like when she told Eren about the scar etc

Controversial opinion?

Eren rawdogs every Aot character in terms of everything (shouldn’t be controversial but Aot fans are<)

Would you go to the AOT world? What would your role be?

I would say yes but then immediately regret it lol. My role would probably serve as fodder or clinging onto someones hip

What twist genuinely surprised you?

Eren’s “death” in episode 5 of the show, Bertholdt and Reiner’s reveal+Eren orchestrating his whole life

What was the hardest death for you?

Okay so for anime only, it’s Carla, Sasha and Erwin. The saddest one is a manga spoiler

Original uniform or timeskip uniform?

Original cuz green is my favorite color but the new one is sexy

What character grew on you?

Zeke, Ymir, Historia, Magath🙄 and Gabi(?) in some episodes. Reiner and Bertholdt too and i remember Levi growing on me after Erwin’s death

Who would be your best friend irl?

Eren and Armin and Ymir probably:)

Who would you hate irl?

Christa perhaps?

What’s your favorite of the 9 titans? Would you be willing to be a titan shifter?

My favorite is the Attack by far, just how it embodies freedom and keeps moving forward. Basically Eren in a titan. I would be if i lived in their world

Who would be the worst person to be paired with on a group project?

Ymir(freckles) and Gabi

Favorite trio?

No one compares

You're at a bar, list five characters you’d trust to hold your drink. Who’d you trust the least?

I’d trust Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hange and Jean

I wouldn’t trust Pieck

Is there a character you really see yourself in? Why?

In Eren i see what i want to be. Mentality wise. I kind of have the same mindset, wanting to know more about the world and purse beyond our knowledge. Difference is: he does it, he tried. And I don’t. I also think i used to relate to Mikasa? Like just for loving to unconditionally

Did you read the manga? Do you have a favorite panel / scene?

Yeah, I’ll make a separate post abt it

Character(s) you’d love to share a beer or two with?

Grisha, Erwin, Zeke, Keith, Sasha’s dad

Be honest, what did you think of the ending?

SPOILERS⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Thematically perfect, like actual perfection. Only “problem” was execution in some scenes and it was a bit rushed. They’ll fix that in the anime so it’s all good🙏

My thoughts on ch 139 Eren: now to Eren. We can see in ch 121, Eren says “I’ve always been me, since birth”. In chapter 73 we hear him talk about freedom in a possessive way. In chapter 1 (before his mom got eaten and he got the Attack titan) we can see him obsess over not wanting to live like cattle. The thing with Eren is, he’s always on pursuit for freedom. Yet he’s never satisfied, because it’s never what he imagined. That is because he has a negative view on freedom. So what does this lead to? An obsessive pursuit. When Armin asked Eren why he did it in chapter 139, Eren said “I don’t know”. Now this, is the most miss interpreted line in Aot. The line wasn’t meant to be taken literally. He says “idk” because be doesn’t know, he doesn’t know why he was born with such a need to move forward and find freedom. He doesn’t understand his obsession with it. Read ch 121 and 73 and you’ll notice it. Even if he “doesn’t understand it” it’s still clear as day for him what he wants. That’s what adds a layer to it & makes his choice of path intentionally convoluted for us viewers to understand. The manga never highlighted Eren’s actions as heroic, and Armin didn’t speak on behalf of the world. Eren was declared a devil in the eyes of the world before he ever did anything. Then he proved them to be right. But in the eyes of his friends? He was still Eren. They ALWAYS talked about how wrong it was (except Jean) and Armin didn’t exactly thank him for it. It was more of a brother to brother farewell. Eren and Armin’s relationship was severed at the ocean. They didn’t share the same view on freedom. While Armin sees beauty, Eren sees a threat to freedom. When Armin asked why, he was trying to understand. “Why Eren?” “Why did u want it? Why have u always wanted it?” And it’s simply Eren’s nature to be destructive. Aot is a lot about nature vs nurture and the origin or life. What do i have to support that Eren’s nature is destructive? Well, he carved out his own tragic path in life by sheer will. He was raised with love but ended up thinking differently than Zeke who was raised to think the way Eren does but instead has the mindset that Eren should’ve had. If he were to be normal. Which is where the nature vs nurture argument plays in perfectly. Furthermore, Eren acknowledged his unhinged nature. One that he’s always battled with. He understood that if he weren’t to be stopped, he’d never free Ymir. He’d join his like a slave to his will forever in void. Which is why he trusted the task to Mikasa, stopping it before it was too late. To summarize it, 139 was perfect for Eren’s character and nature. I can’t imagine anything else being fitting? The Aoe stories just make him the average shounen mc who wants revenge. Eren grew past that in ch 91 and later in chapter 123 AND chapter 131. The only thing i want is more Eren pov. I want to know more about what went on though his mind so people (obviously many) who don’t understand his nature, might actually do.

you know, people love to complain about the ending and “wanting more” yet they fail to realize what we even got, lol. People still don’t get why Eren did the rumbling. They still don’t get that he’s always been this way, or how insane he actually turned. Nor to they understand the point of: as long as humans exist=conflict exists. Another thing, the titan curse did NOT come back😭like I’m sad that stupid people consume Aot. Shocker: Ymir did NOT love Fritz. She thinks she did. So it’s not Stockholm syndrome either. People love to analyse hidden messages but apparently when it comes to the ending, the thinking skills just suddenly disappear.

Let me make something very clear, if your reason for hating the ending is because Eren didn’t put his dick in a woman. Log out for me. there’s a reason erehisu fans were a minority. And it’s not because Isayama “portrayed them as—🤓” “drew a sketch of Eren and Historia🥺” “said in a interview🥱” no. By that logic, i can make up the same arguments saying Eren was in love with Reiner. majority ship Eremika or Eremin. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t understand where eh came from since the timelines never even matched? And Eren has always leaned against Mikasa so? But ig that’s why the shippers are a minority. Now, I’m not against any legal ship, (or if you do ship them) but if you’re mad Eren didn’t cream pie then your comprehension skills and miss-directed expectation of the series is beyond embarrassing. There’s a reason every EM knew how the story would end even before the last chapters and we were right🤷‍♀️

“Imagine being so unable to admit that your interpretation may have been wrong and/or so unwilling to change your mind that even when the author himself tells you "that was a bad take" you'd literally rather come up with an insane conspiracy theory without evidence to justify that you were actually right the whole time and no, it was the source material itself that was wrong!”

Isayama was 19 when he started, I’m 20 and i can’t imagine. The story us perfect and I’m sad people who use the term “chad” even get to have an opinion on it. At the end of the day, if they want “chad”. Eren did kill his mom and dad. Basically his whole family. He did face death without a blink of the eye. But he had a heart to heart with his best friend after they ignored his state for the past 4 years, he relived every horrific memory ever and omg 😱 “Eren is ruined” no. I love him more to feel broken about him finally letting himself be vulnerable. After all, Isayama did say

“for the last chapter, Eren came back”

Beautiful

[kenjiro-kun]

Attack on Titan: Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Ymir, Christa Lenz, Hange Zoë, Hitch Dreyse, Yelena, Pieck

‼️ Fem Reader ‼️

[Scenario #2] Who Introduces You

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Annie Leonhart: Hitch, her roommate, introduces you to Annie. It was awkward at first due to Annie's anti-social behavior with those around her, but to some type of miracle she was slowly warming up to you and Hitch was very impressed with herself over your success.

Mikasa Ackerman: Armin, her friend, introduces you to Mikasa, and she didn't know what to expect from you since she didn't exactly know you. Armin knew you were going to be a good friend towards Mikasa by how you treat everyone around you along with how you act on the front lines. He had high hopes and by the look of it, Mikasa was growing attached to you.

Sasha Braus: Connie, her friend, introduces you to Sasha. At first, you were overwhelmed by her obsession and love for food, but you found that an adorable characteristic. You would give her the leftovers that you didn't eat when Connie dragged you over to her and she soon became friends with you.

Ymir: Christa, her friend, introduces you to Ymir. She wasn't very fond of you at first, but when getting to know you she became excitingly opened with you. Doing things she would do with Christa she did with you.

Christa Lenz: Ymir, her friend, introduces you to Christa. She was polite, since she didn't know you, but didn't have high hopes since it was Ymir's friend. To her surprise you weren't anything like Ymir, and she instantly wanted to know you more

Hange Zoë: Erwin, a commander, introduces you to Hange. She didn't understand at first, thinking you were another titan shifter she could experiment on, but with further explanation she understood that you both had similar interests which got her excited when meeting you. She wanted to have you stay with her, but you had other duties to do.

Yelana: No-one really introduced you to her, she had just bumped into you one time, and finally had you to herself. She was very fond of your personality,  knowing you were taking things seriously, and understand the reasons of everything around you. It was satisfying hearing your voice with out anothers interrupting you on various meetings, and it was rare to have you alone to have a talk one-on-one, so when she did she waa grateful.

"It is nice to finally be able to talk to you, L/N."

Pieck: Porco introduced you to her, you weren't ready. She was a complete goddess, you wanted more than to just hug her right then and there, but that would be too impulsive. "I am Y/N L/N!" She was very found of your flustered behavior and played around with it, but Porco stopped her before you busted into flames.

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter one

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pairings: levi ackerman x reader / eren jaeger x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 1112

If you had one regret, it was likely joining the Scout Regiment. It was loathsome, particularly unbearable, and absolutely, one-hundred percent regrettable.

Okay, you were dramatizing it a bit. Though you felt that way as you threw on your jacket and laced your boots at the very crack of dawn, you knew deep down that the day you joined the Scouts was one of the proudest in your life. Besides, you had many other more obvious regrets. Perhaps you had a knack for pessimism, but they filled your head daily. Small regrets and unprecedentedly large ones frequented your mind, from what you had eaten for dinner the day before to the screaming that haunted your dreams each night. Regret was practically your middle name.

You groaned as you finished the last buckle, this one on your thigh, and ran your hand through your knotted hair. You opted to leave your hair long, despite the impracticality, maybe as a testament to individuality. You tied it into a haphazard knot on the back of your head and rose from the edge of your uncomfortable bed. On your left, you observed, Christa was lacing her boots, her delicate features pinched into a focused glare. Your eyes met Ymir's as she watched from the opposite side, her cheeks becoming rosy as she directed her gaze to the ground, instead.

"Christa," you called, turning to face her. You watched her eyes travel from her boot up to you. Ymir's eyes followed hers.

"Yes?"

"Your boots are on the wrong feet," you chuckled, plopping behind her in her bed.

She looked annoyed for a moment as she unlaced them and pulled them off viciously. Then, she giggled. "You're unusually bearable for it to be this early in the morning. Did you have a good dream?"

"I had a horrible dream, actually. But this feels like a good day." You placed your hands behind your head and leaned back, closing your eyes.

"I really doubt that training will make for a good day," a voice cut in. Sasha. "I'm looking forward to breakfast, though."

The four of you escorted each other to breakfast, laughter filling the corridors as you discussed meaningless things. Ymir's arm was thrown lazily over Christa as you focused your attention on Sasha's plot to sneak food back to the dorm after breakfast. You all joined Jean and Connie at your typical breakfast table, your trays loaded with bread, soup, and a potato.

You sat next to Jean, his attention turning away from Connie and greeting you with a smile. "Good morning! How did you sleep?"

"I slept horribly!" You said cheerfully, gaining a chuckle from Jean. "What about you, dearest?" You asked sarcastically, shoveling a spoonful of soup into your mouth. It was bland, lukewarm, and frankly disgusting. But it was food.

"I slept just fine, somehow. Were you aware of the fact that Connie has the first place award for loudest snoring?"

Jean had been your best friend since basically the day you enlisted. You figured your friendship would come to an end when you inevitably chose the Scouts and Jean joined the Military Police, but his decision left you elated. He was an undeniable asshole, but so were you. You rested your head on his shoulder as Connie told a story that left you all roaring with laughter, earning a glare from Mikasa as she practically hung from Eren's side.

It was getting close to time to enact Sasha's plan. You eyed Jean with a sideways glance, then poked him. "Listen," you whispered, "Sasha has a plan. You won't want to participate, but you'll do it because I'm asking you to." You shot him a mischievous smile as he rolled his eyes. You informed the table of their mission as if it was a much more serious endeavor.

The plan was simple. Jean would create a distraction by starting an argument with Eren, which is probably the easiest thing anyone could task him with. Sasha, though capable, was not the best choice to actually steal the food. She would keep watch to ensure that none of their superiors extended their attention past Jean and Eren's altercation. Christa and Ymir could not be bothered to participate, as expected, and Connie would likely do more harm than good. You would be the one to actually take the food.

Jean rose suddenly and called out, "Hey, Eren!" before strutting to their table. You and Sasha shared a hurried glance before looking back to the pair. You could not hear Jean's words, but you could see anger growing prominent on Eren's face. Mikasa, though her face was stone cold, allowed her eyes to hint that her anger matched his. You watched until you were sure everyone's eyes were on them, then you nodded softly at Sasha before rising from your seat.

You walked calmly through the dining hall, heading straight for the stock room. You peeked over your shoulder routinely, seeing that Eren was now standing, looking threateningly at Jean. You couldn't help but laugh. As you reached the door, you heard shouting. You turned your head to see that Eren and Jean's argument had turned into a full blown fist fight. You stopped to think that Jean was going to literally kill you and Sasha later. You watched as Hange rushed over to them, attempting to cut through the crowd that had gathered around them. Jean deserved to be congratulated for his distraction.

You opened the door slowly, looking back to be sure that Sasha wasn't giving you the signal. You slipped in and shut it behind you, looking in front of you at the massive food supply. You filled your arms as much as you could with bread and potatoes. You and Sasha would be satisfied for days. If you could make it out of the closet, slip into the corridor directly to your left, and walk as quickly as you could, this would succeed with only Jean getting in trouble for something he would've done anyway. Five more minutes of this plan working out and you would all be home free. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing nothing but shouts and the unmistakable sound of fists hitting skin. You were safe.

You pulled the door open, careful not to spill anything you were holding. As it crept open, you realized that you absolutely had a brand new regret: going through with this plan.

Your eyes met slate grey ones framed by raven-colored hair. The eyes were narrowed into a disapproving glare. You offered an innocent smile, but your doom was absolute.

On the other side of the door stood Levi fucking Ackerman.

[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

Hello omg, can I request Sasha with a warrior S/O? Like reader came with Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt on their mission and during Reiner and Bertholdt’s reveal, she reveals herself too? UAUAUA it can be angst or whatever you prefer 🥺❤️

I gave the reader the Warhammer titan btw cause it’s my favorite akdkakfkd

Also, it’s a little long, but that’s just ‘cause I wrote out the whole warrior reveal in word form, and it’s longer than I remember lol

With You

(Sasha Braus x Reader)

AU: Canon, slightly divergent

Warnings: Gore/graphic description of injury, season 3 spoilers, slight season 4 spoilers

Genre: Angst

Summary: Following the battle at Utgard castle, Reiner stops to have a chat with Eren, and reveals that he, Bertholdt, and Sasha’s s/o are all titan shifters, right in front of Sasha.

Words: 3.9K

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You had no time to process what had happened. Ymir was a titan, Christa was Historia, and Zeke has finally made his appearance.

You sighed and leaned against the rope tethers of the pulley system, regaining your bearings on the platform as you were pulled up and over the wall. The battle of Utgard castle had been tough—and many secrets were uncovered.

So, Ymir was the titan that ate Marcel all those years ago... You recounted in your head, sighing as you held your face in your palms. And now Zeke is here. We must’ve been too long without any sign of progress. We’re in big trouble. If we get back without Annie and Eren, it’ll be all over for us. Magath is gonna—

“Y/n!” A cheery voice brought you out of your slump, and you looked over your shoulder to see Sasha standing behind you, an arm outstretched as an offering of help.

You smiled at the sight of your girlfriend, and you slowly rose from your spot on the makeshift elevator, taking her hand and pulling yourself up onto the wall. “Thanks, Sasha.”

As soon as you stood up straight, Sasha lunged at you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, lifting her feet off of the ground as you leaned all of her body weight onto you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay...! I was so worried!” She buried her face in your neck as she spoke, and you wrapped your arms around her lower back, putting your hands on her butt as support so she could wrap her legs around your waist.

You giggled at her, cuddling closer into her embrace. “I’m alright, I’m okay. There’s no need to worry.”

“I know, but I heard that you and your squad got held up at Utgard castle overnight in the middle of a titan horde, and when we finally got there and saw the tower collapsed, I was so scared! I... I—!” She cried into your neck as you moved a hand to rub small circles on her back.

“I know, I know, but we’re okay now. We had a bit of...” You glanced to the left. Ymir lay unconscious and steaming in the stretcher, a distressed Historia leaning over her and brushing strands of brown locks out of her face. “Unexpected help.”

“Mhm...” She mumbled, leaning into you for support. You stayed like this in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s presence after so long of being separated.

“Hey, lovebirds!” A loud shout caught your attention, and both you and Sasha turned to the source; Connie. “Save that stuff for the dorms! We still have stuff to do!”

“Right...” Sasha muttered, climbing off of you and running towards Connie, helping him haul terrified soldiers over the wall.

You stared in admiration for only a brief moment before your attention turned to your comrades, Reiner and Bertholdt. Reiner’s arm was wrapped up in the torn cloth of Historia’s skirt, and Bertholdt was close by, the two of them standing in a solemn, heavy silence.

You approached them quietly, taking a seat next to Reiner. Neither of you said anything. The sudden appearance of the beast titan, or rather, Zeke, had shaken you all. You had been gone for years, and gave no sign of retrieving the Founding Titan. Not only that, but you had lost Marcel and Annie. No matter what, the situation wasn’t going to end smoothly for you three.

To the right, many of the Scouts had gathered around a blonde Garrison soldier. Hannes—his name popped into your mind, as Eren had mentioned him before, while in the 104th. He seemed to be disclosing something to the others, and they looked on with mixed expressions.

“Do you think this has something to do with Zeke?” You questioned. Reiner kept his face buried in his palm, and Bertholdt turned to you with a sigh.

“Most likely.” The tall man answered. “I mean, we saw him. He’s clearly here. He must be doing something with his spinal fluid. Speeding up the process, perhaps.” He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anxiety, eyes wide. “We’re in deep shit.”

You didn’t respond to him verbally, offering only a huff in solemn agreement.

The group of soldiers disbanded, though many branched of into separate conversations of worry, wonder, and resentment. As they walked off, Reiner stood up suddenly, eyes still fixated on the ground.

“Eren.” He called out, drawing the attention of the shorter man. “We should talk. You got a moment?”

“Sure, I guess.” He sighed, walking over. You and Bertholdt shared confused and concerned looks. The two of you had long noticed that Reiner had gone a bit off the deep end since arriving at Paradis, so you were wary of what he might say or do next.

“Five years ago, we compromised Wall Maria and launched an attack on humanity.” He spoke, turning his back to Eren, hanging his head in defeat. You looked at Bertholdt, and he mirrored your emotion. Panic.

“I’m the Armored Titan. He’s the Colossal.” He pointed his thumb in your direction when he spoke. “And she’s the Warhammer.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you telling him?” Bertholdt chocked out quietly.

“Reiner!” You whispered sharply, venom dripping from your tone. The three of you had done such a careful job keeping your identities secret from the others, and Reiner just spilled all of it. There was no going back from this.

“We were on a mission.” He continued.

“Stop!” Bertholdt pleaded, but Reiner didn’t waver.

“Our goal was to ensure mankind’s extinction. But now, there’s no need for that. Eren,” He turned to face the shocked and confused boy to his side. “If you want the walls to remain standing, it’s simple. Just come with Bertholdt, Y/n, and me. Do you understand?”

A good look to your left proved that he did not, in fact, understand.

“Understand? What the hell is there to understand?!” He shouted, drawing the attention of a few soldiers. Mikasa stood protectively a short distance away, and Sasha, with her impeccable hearing, turned to face the scene as well. The two of you made eye contact, and your distress must have been evident even at such a distance, because her eyes widened, and she started to make her way over with concern and confusion.

“Listen to me.” To your and Bertholdt’s horror, Reiner kept speaking. “I need you to do exactly as I say. Look, I know this is sudden, but we have to go.”

“Right now?” He exclaimed. “Where would you take me?”

“I can’t tell you. Not yet.” Internally, you started to collect yourself. This wasn’t ending quietly. Bloodshed was dreadfully immanent. “Just think of it as our hometown.” Your eyes widened. He’s just gonna ask Eren? You thought, astounded. After all this, he really thinks Eren is just gonna follow us? What is he thinking?!

“Okay? So what’s it gonna be? Not a bad deal, right? The chance to avert a major crisis?”

“I’m not so sure...” He muttered. You were surprised he didn’t have a stronger reaction, especially for someone as fiery as him. Perhaps he was still in shock, or denial. Either way, they were teetering on the edge of battle, even if you and Bertholdt were the only ones to sense it.

“You guys!” Armin shouted, waving to capture the attention of you, Bertholdt, Reiner, and Eren. “Get a move on, we’re heading out!” Despite that, Sasha pushed right past him, closing in to the conversation, standing still now that she was in earshot. Mikasa was to her left, watching Eren with a dangerously protection glare.

Eren closed his eyes, taking in a deep sigh. It felt as if, for a moment, the world stood still. Damn it, he thought, I didn’t want to believe it...

A distant memory flashed through his head. When Annie had been found out, they had discussed the possibility of Reiner, Bertholdt, and Y/n also being shifters, but they didn’t have proof. Was it really so simple, though?

He opened his eyes and placed a firm hand on Reiner’s shoulder. “You’re just tired. That’s it, right? Help me out here Bertholdt, Y/n. Your nerves are shot. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“U-Uh, yeah.” Bertholdt fumbled. “It’s the battle fatigue talking!”

“Yeah!” You reaffirmed, luckily being able to exude more confidence than Bertholdt. “You’re just tired. After everything that just happened, I can’t blame you.” You laughed nervously, praying no one saw through your bluff.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Between your bluff, and his shock, Eren took the bait. “If you really were the Armored Titan, what’s the endgame here? We wouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place. What’d you expect me to do? Say yes? Let myself be kidnapped just ‘cause you asked politely?” Somehow, you found yourself agreeing with Eren on that last one.

Despite Eren’s nonchalant response, a dead silence overtook the air, and Sasha found it as her cue to step forward.

“Y/n? What’s going on here?” She placed a hand on your shoulder, but as soon as she did, you looked back. She gasped at the sight. You looked petrified.

“Right. Not thinking straight, am I?” He finally gave up his ploy, wide-eyed and sweating bullets. “Barely know what I’m saying here. Must’ve gone off the deep end.”

Eren turned his back to the three of you. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Deafening silence and still air ensued. You did not move. The clouds cleared, and rays of sun shone down on the stone beneath your feet.

“That’s the problem.” Reiner shook. He chuckled, and shadows covered his face. You’d never seen him like this before.

“I’ve been here too long for my own good. Three years of this madness, surrounded by idiots. We were kids. What’d we know about anything?”

You couldn’t help but agree with Reiner on that one. You didn’t want to become a warrior, none of you did. If you knew the atrocities you had to commit in order to have the essence of a warrior, the idea would’ve never crossed your mind.

“Why did there have to be people like this.” He choked, tears pricking his eyes and mouth spread into a wide, ugly frown. “Why? Why did I let myself devolve into such a half-assed piece of shit?”

“It’s too late now.” He lifted his arm out of the cast makeshift cast, and held his arm up, showing the red and bloody bite mark. “Damned if I know what’s right anymore! Who cares? It is what it is. No choice but to face what I’ve done! As a warrior.”

His arm steamed, and shortly after, the skin closed up, blood drying and appearing as if he’d never been injured from the get-go.

“No road left but the one that leads to the end!” He screamed. Eren’s eyes widened as he gasped. He finally understood.

“Reiner! Right now? Here?” Bertholdt yelled back, prepared for anything, despite the beads of sweat that rolled down his face.

“We’re really doing this?!” You echoed, and Sasha looked on with a horrified expression.

“Yes. Right here, right now!” He commanded, marching towards Eren. “We settle this once and for all!”

Mikasa appeared out of nothing in a fraction of second, blades drawn and mind set on murder. She swung her blade at Reiner, who put up his hand defensively as the blade split his hand in half from his fingers all the way to his wrist. She spun around in an instant, and her blade cleanly slashed right across Bertholdt’s neck, who fell to the ground screaming and holding his throat.

He eyes were set on you, and an underhanded swing of her blade slashed a line right across your face. Blood immediately clouded your vision, and you groaned in pain as you were sure you had lost an eye.

She charged at you, determined to finish the job, but her sprint was interrupted by Sasha, who tackled Mikasa at full force, and the sword tumbled out of her grasp as Sasha pinned her down.

“Sasha!” She struggled. “Sasha, move! What are you doing?!” She tried to get up, but Sasha managed to overpower her momentarily, keeping her firmly on the ground.

“MIKASA STOP! PLEASE!” She pleaded at the top of her lungs. Rationally, she knew you were the enemy now, but she’d be damned if she let you die here, after everything the two of you had been through.

“Sasha, you can’t—!”

“I DON’T CARE!” She screamed. “YOU AREN’T GONNA HURT HER!”

Mikasa took quick advantage of Sasha’s emotional state and hurled her off, and she tumbled into a heap a few feet away. With little hesitation, Mikasa reequipped her blades.

But it was too late.

“Bertholdt! Y/n!” Reiner barked, lighting already manifesting around him.

The two of you looked at each other with horrified understanding, and prepared your own transformations.

Sparks of electricity surrounded you, and panic filled adrenaline exploded into flesh. Limbs shot out around you, plus the familiar hardened skin of the Armored, the skinless muscle of the Colossal, and the cloudy white body of your own titan.

Seconds passed, albeit one’s that felt like centuries, and you finally opened your eyes. You stood tall on top of the wall; 15 meters high. To your right, Reiner. And behind him was Bertholdt. Only half formed due to the space, and his lower body ceased to exist. Ribs shot out and dug into the stone, and powerful gusts of steam shot off of his body.

The terrified pawns on the wall stared up at you, mouths agape. But the shock didn’t last long.

The hurricane of steam that came off of Bertholdt started to throw things around, and those who didn’t make quick use of their ODM gear were sent flying. One of those figures, Eren, was quickly swept up by Reiner in the chaos.

It was no use, though. That’s why you weren’t surprised in the slightest when he bit his hand and sparks flew, his transformation queued by a guttural scream of rage.

“Damn you... YOU TRAITORS!”

The Attack Titan formed in Reiner’s hand, fist already drawn back and preparing a strike to Reiner.

In a fraction of a second, you formed a large hammer—your namesake weapon—from hardened titan skin, raising it into the air with a passionate battle cry.

The hammer struck Eren in his flank, and he flew abruptly to the left. You shot Reiner a look, and he looked down in understanding, drawing his arms back in preparation for a charge.

Eren had stood up by the time Reiner had started his charge, and immediately braced for impact—he didn’t have the time to move.

Reiner collided with Eren, and knocked him to the ground effortlessly, his greater size and weight being of good use.

The two wrestled on the ground, and you hesitated to intervene. After all, your weapon was powerful, but imprecise. You couldn’t risk accidentally hitting Reiner. Instead, you turned around, assessing the situation on the wall, where Bertholdt had been unceremoniously shackled.

It seemed no one was brave enough—or rather, stupid enough—to approach the colossal in it’s torrid state, and you didn’t know if you should be frustrated or grateful.

But, out of the corner of your eye, a figure swung. Your eyes widened slightly in amusement as ODM gear shot from tree to tree, approaching you at in impressive speed. Hmph. Guess someone is stupid enough after all. You thought.

You were about to swipe them away without a second thought, but you faltered at the sight of auburn brown hair, loosely tied into a familiar ponytail.

You must’ve gotten a little distracted by the sight, because you were suddenly brought back to attention by the figure landing on your shoulder, the hooks of their ODM gear digging into your shoulder, which you assumed were used as leverage mere seconds ago.

You turned your massive head to look at it, and you saw the figure gasp and tremble at the sight. Sometimes, you forgot how terrifying your titan was. But you perked up for a moment, brought out of your violent trance by a familiar face.

“Y/N!” It was Sasha. “Y/n, what is going on here?!”

You opened your mouth to respond, and it came out in a gravely, deep tone because of your titan form. “Sasha...?”

She released the grapples of her ODM to run up and hug your neck—the best she could, that is, with your immense size.

“Y/n! Come on! Why didn’t you tell me! This... this isn’t you... tell me there’s a reason!!!” She screamed.

Turning back to observe Eren and Reiner’s struggle, you sighed internally. It was just like her to get too emotional in a situation like this.

You turned back to Sasha with a sad look in your eyes. Carefully, you brought your hand up to pinch the hood of her Scout jacket, lifting her and placing her back down on top of the wall.

Slowly, you crouched down to her level, meeting her eye to eye despite the pain it caused you to see the heartbroken look in her eyes. Your hand curled around her back to support her, the only kind of pseudo-hug you could give at the moment. Your thumb gently made its way to the top of her head, and you moved it down slowly to caress her head. Tears streamed down her face, the internal conflict being far too much for her to bear.

But a sudden mass to your lower back brought you out of your intimate moment with her. Pain shot up through your body as you felt your back collide with the ground, and your eyes opened in horror. Eren had somehow managed to best Reiner in their scrimmage—and he was after you now.

You started to form the base of your hammer in your hands once again, but a forceful punch to your jaw stopped it’s formation out of the shock and pain.

Another fist made it’s way to your face—and another, and another, and another. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could hear noises. Roaring, growling, and, the loudest of them all, screaming. Though, in your state, you couldn’t discern if it was even you or not.

Eren delivered his last punch with a frightening roar of passion, and your neck twisted at an unnatural angle as your head snapped off the titan body with a horrid, bone-grinding sound.

Your battered body fell out of the nape of the titan, using what was left of your strength to emerge at the last second. It was all you had in you, though, and the last thing you heard was your own heavy breathing and distant shouting as your vision started to vade.

Eren stood up tall, towering over your unconscious body, raising his fists in the air with a triumphant roar of victory, the cheers of soldiers filling the air.

Filled with adrenaline and ego, he picked up your limp body in his hand, dangling your body over his already opened mouth.

He was going to eat the Warhammer—right here, right now.

That is, until a foreboding cracking noise brought his attention away from you. It took a few seconds for him to locate the source. The Colossal Titan.

It’s bones snapped and ground against one another, it’s massive body slowly shifting like a collapsing skyscraper. It twisted, turned, and groaned until it slowly lost it’s iron grip on the wall—and it was heading straight for Eren.

It’s body collided with Eren, and the force of the impact was comparable to that of an earthquake. Smoke rose from the ground as dirt was upended, trees crackling and snapping as chunks of rock flew up and around from the impact area.

The force of the impact sent you flying through the air. It didn’t take any hesitation, though, for your girlfriend to go flying through the air, catching your bloody body in her arms and wrapping herself around you to keep you safe as she hit the ground and slid against the dirt.

She groaned audibly from the pain, gritting her teeth in a feeble attempt to numb the painful sensations. But, her pain suddenly subsided when she laid eyes on you.

Your lower half had been all but obliterated. Your legs were completely crushed and squeezed out like an old container of toothpaste, and blood gushed from your stomach. She tried in vain to ignore the sight of your snapped bones twisting at odd angles and protruding through your skin.

Panicked, she brought an ear to your chest, desperately searching for that steady rhythm of life beating in your chest.

She had never taken a deeper sigh of relief than she did now, overjoyed at the slow heartbeat you clung onto. It was weak, yes, but you were still here. With her. That’s all that mattered.

Steam slowly rose from your stomach as your body attempted to heal your wounds. Even in a situation like this, your body managed to find the strength to start recovering.

She cradled your body to her chest, sobbing out in both relief and distress as you bled out onto her. Her clothes were already stained red, and her hands were sticky with morbid crimson, but she didn’t care. She held you close, as close as you could possibly be without her physically crushing you, catching her breath and calming herself to the sound of your shallow breaths.

It was a short-lived moment, though, as a dark shadow suddenly covered the ground, and Sasha froze with fear with you in her arms. By the shadow alone, it was impossible to tell if it was Eren or Reiner, and she didn’t want to check. She curled around you, crying quietly in preparation of getting crushed.

But it didn’t happen. A large finger instead placed itself on Sasha’s shoulder, pushing her out of the way to observe your injured state. Her body trembled fearfully as she turned to face it, and was met with the Armored Titan.

She wasn’t sure what to expect next, really. It could’ve crushed her like an ant and ran away with you, or worse, separated her and run off with just you.

She didn’t want to be apart from you. Even if it made her a terrible soldier, even if it made her treasonous, dishonorable, and irredeemable, she would stick with you, no matter whose side you were on. Right or wrong, she was staying with you.

Reiner hesitated for a moment. He couldn’t just bring a Paradis soldier back, it would be a huge problem down the line. But, his eyes glanced to you. He was certain that if he left Sasha there without you, you would never have forgiven him.

So, he cut his losses and gently scooped the two of you up in his hand, holding you and her close to his chest as he started running—god knows where to. She caught a glimpse of a Bertholdt in his other hand, as well as Ymir, still unconscious and strapped to her stretcher.

And Eren. Somehow, Reiner had the severely injured and incapacitated shifter quite literally in the palm of his hand.

Sasha knew that once people slowly started waking up, the fighting would only continue, but she savored this moment. Even if you were bleeding and hurt, your face looked peaceful. As odd as it sounded, she felt content with you in this moment.

As Reiner ran further and further from the wall, Sasha glanced over his shoulder, watching as the faces of her former comrades as they faded into the background.

I wish somebody cared for me the way Sasha cares about Y/n in this fic lmaooo