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youre-ackermine · 9 months ago

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Sunburst: a sudden brief appearance of the full sun from behind clouds

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Petra Ral / Erwin Smith / Miche Zacharias / Nanaba / Zeke Jaeger / Nifa (mention) / Moblit Berner (mention) / Yelena (mention)

Pairing: Levihan (friendship) / Rivetra / Zekehan / Erumike (implied)

Wordcount: 2265 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / Levihan slow burn / High school friends / Established relationships / Non-binary AFAB Hange Zoe / Swearwords / POV Levi Ackerman

His mood probably couldn’t get gloomier now that he had finished all the tasks -most likely meant to distract him from his dejection now he thought about it- that Miche had assigned to him since morning.

He was sitting on the steps leading to the porch, a glass of iced-tea from the bowl he had freshly prepared in hand. On the surface his face showed all the usual signs of annoyance and boredom that seemed to be his signature expression but, if you could get a closer look, melancholy tinged his features quite unexpectedly as he scrolled on his phone.

Levi frowned, squinting his eyes in the sun and gluing them to the screen. His heart sank when he saw Petra’s latest post on Instagram, a picture of Nifa and herself, all smiles as they drank some fruity cocktail from a ridiculously huge coconut through colorful straws. A nasty surge of jealousy stung him when he noticed the lustful glances a bunch of guys sitting with them around a restaurant table cast her way.

“The fuck that means,” he mumbled under his breath.

They were supposed to drink stupid cocktails from stupid coconuts together and they were supposed to bask in the sun on this stupid white sand beach together and they were supposed to soak in this stupid warm lagoon water together. But she had gone on vacation with Nifa instead, arguing she needed time. And space. To find herself, to recharge. To think about them.

Yeah, they were on a break. Yeah, she had decided this one-sidedly. Yeah, she had urged him to pack some of his stuff and stay at his best friend’s for a while. Yeah, he didn’t understand the fuck why she wanted this but he had obliged. Yeah, he would oblige again and again. And fucking yeah, he would do anything she asked if it meant he could win her back.

But dammit! Seeing her having a good time away from him, seeing her smiling as he was still stuck in anger and sadness after four weeks apart, imagining other men ogling her perfect curves, flirting with her, or even laying their dirty hands on her was tearing his heart apart.

A firm yet friendly pat on his shoulder snapped Levi off his stupor. He glanced sideways at Erwin as he sat down next to him.

“No point in hurting yourself over something you can’t control, Levi,” his best friend said, a hint of concern in his soft tone. A faint but incredibly fond smile appeared on Erwin’s face. “Get rid of your phone for now and go freshen up. You wouldn’t want Miche to scold you in front of the guests, would you?”

“As if I gave two shits about what that blond titan thinks!” Levi replied, rolling his eyes. He got up and pocketed his phone nonetheless, heading to his bedroom to change clothes.

He was pouring a refreshing drink for Nanaba, casually catching up with her, when a boisterous exclamation caught their attention. Everybody raised their heads and glasses, cheering the guest of honor as they waved frantically from the driveway where they were stepping out of their car.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you all came! I’m so happy!” Hange shrieked, eyes sparkling with excitement and a huge smile on their face.

They laughed heartily as their step-brother picked them up in his arms and spun them around as if they weighed nothing.

“Happy birthday, Nerdling,” Miche whispered in their ear, his mustache tickling their skin when he pecked their cheek.

He loosened his embrace and let Hange go. Their gaze wandered around the garden to greet their guests, their radiant smile growing wider and reaching their eyes as they finally fell on their best friend.

“Happy birthday Hans!” she said, her arms wrapping around them. They held each other tight for a while until Hange peeked past Nanaba’s shoulder and recognised the short man standing next to the iced-tea bowl, his pouring gesture frozen in the air.

Hange’s eyes widened. “Holy Walls! Grumpy Pants, is that you?!”

“Tch… No shit, Four-Eyes,” he deadpanned, still gripping Nanaba’s glass by the rim.

“Still so handsome behind the scowl, right Shorty?” They chuckled and winked at him before turning to another guest.

For some reason his stomach churned.

A rhetorical question. Obviously.

The festive afternoon was drawing to a close. The birthday cake was nothing more than a few forgotten crumbs on a plate by now, the opened gifts had been thrown haphazardly on Hange’s car backseat, and the last guests had said their goodbyes a while ago.

Trash bags in hand, Miche, Erwin and Nanaba busied themselves around the garden and the terrace to throw paper plates and plastic cups away.

Levi had found the party more pleasant than expected. And definitely more pleasant than he would ever admit.

After flitting from one friend to the next, Hange had finally pulled out a chair to sit across from him in his favourite corner of the garden, near a bush of fragrant roses that always reminded him of his mother’s perfume.

They hadn’t met since the graduation ceremony a few years ago. They had caught up on what they had both been doing since then, inadvertently -and frankly, as an afterthought, much to his relief- dodging the matters of the heart.

He knew from Miche that they had been studying abroad in a prestigious university in Hizuru and had recently come back to work in a renowned research company in Trost, dragging their all-time lab partner Moblit -the fuck was this name by the way?- along with them. They had asked him a lot of questions about his work as an architect and his accomplishments in his hobbies. MMA techniques seemed to fascinate them by the way.

Levi's mind had been at ease listening to Hange’s enthusiastic babbling for hours, taking in their lively face and their bright, beautiful brown eyes behind their stained glasses. He had forgotten his worries for a while, lulled into a blissful daze by their voice, his heart almost soothed by their cheerful presence.

As the sun slowly set behind a hill, the gate creaked open to reveal a tall blond man with a well-trimmed beard and a pair of golden round glasses. Levi looked up at the newcomer who gestured to him to remain silent while he smoothly joined them, careful not to crunch the gravel under his feet.

Sensing something was off when their eyes fell on Levi’s face, Hange stopped their rant about whatever toxic plant they were blabbering about.

“Shorty? Something’s wrong? You’re as white as Moblit’s asscheeks all of a sudden!” they asked in a worried tone.

Moblit's assch-, what? Taken aback, Levi didn’t have time enough to retort.

Hange squealed when the man slid his hands over their waist from behind, but tilted their head back to look at him and flashed a beaming smile. He kissed their lips, lingering a bit too much to Levi’s liking, forcing him to avert his gaze in a burst of decency.

“By the Walls Zeke, I missed you so much!” Hange asked between kisses. “I’ve been waiting for you all day! Where have you been?”

Levi felt more and more like a creep, staring at the couple.

“Yelena missed her train to her parents' town so I gave her a drive there. Thought you wouldn’t mind, Honey!”

“Oh, Yelena… Of course I don’t mind!” Their voice faltered uncharacteristically.

Levi’s chest tightened as he noticed the way Hange’s face fell with their half-assed reply. How could someone be oblivious or careless enough to let down someone as kind as Hange on their own birthday? How could someone be cruel enough and bear to swipe Hange’s bright smile off their face?

That monkey could, of course.

Hange’s smile quickly came back to enlighten their face though. They got up, fidgeting with the paper napkin they still held in their hands. They tittered and gestured between both men.

“Oh, I'm sorry! Let me introduce you, guys!” they blurted out. “Zeke Darling, this is Levi Ackerman, Erwin’s best friend. Shorty, this is my fiancé Zeke Jaeger.”

Levi got up, gritting his teeth as he extended his hand and shook Zeke’s in a tight grip.

“What are the odds! You’re both renowned architects now I think about it!” Hange exclaimed cheerfully.

“Oh but your friend and I have already met before Honey!” The blond man smirked. “I won the Trost Finance Center building project over him!”

Zeke let go of Levi’s hand.

“Nice to see you again Ackerman,” he added with a feigned joviality.

He snaked his arm around Hange’s waist to pull them closer.

“Let’s go Honey! It’s getting late and I’d like to make it up to you tonight,” he said in a disgusting husky voice, shamelessly kissing his fiancée’s skin under their ear until they blushed and gasped like a shy teenager. Levi clenched his fists.

Hange stuttered as they bid him goodbye, promising to meet again soon over a cup of coffee, and waved to their hosts and best friend before heading to their car. They giggled when Zeke slid his hand down the small of their back and over their ass, whispering something in their ear as they walked down the driveway.

Levi’s eyes followed the rear lights until the car turned left at the end of the street, leaving a hollow feeling in his guts.

A friendly arm wrapped around his shoulder and Nanaba dragged him towards the house.

“C’mon Munchkin, let’s grab a beer and order a pizza!”

She pecked him on the cheek.

“So fucking gross Nana, I can’t stand wet kisses,” he grumbled.

“Of course you can’t sweetie.”

But he couldn’t help but smile when she pulled him closer to kiss him again and burst out laughing when he swiftly wiped his cheek.

Levi relished in the cool sensation of the breeze over his skin and the comforting warmth of his tea. The chirping of crickets nearby was lulling him into a peaceful slumber. He felt his stiff shoulders, his clenched jaw, his tense nape finally relax.

“So, Hange…” Erwin started once Nanaba had left and Miche had gone to bed.

“The fuck are you talking ‘bout Four-Eyes?” he replied, all the tension washing back over him.

Erwin raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement. “You seemed to get along well today, is all.”

Here we go, you blond bastard.

Erwin’s speech was only getting started and pain already throbbed in his head. Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Yeah, ‘twas nice to catch up after all those years. They’re not so bad to talk to.” He paused. “Distracted me from this shitty life of mine for a bit.”

“I could tell.” Erwin took a sip of coffee and placed the cup back on the saucer. “You didn’t seem to enjoy Zeke’s company though.”

“That monkey? Hell no! You know how dirty he played with the Finance Tower project and fucked me over! How could I ever want to see this shithead again, you dumbass?”

Erwin knew better than to reply yet.

“How this brainiac is engaged to such a jerk is beyond me! Like, it’s their birthday and he shows up when the party's over, with all his lovey-dovey shit to cover up how he spent the afternoon with someone else instead… Disrespectful at the very least ‘f you ask me!”

Erwin smirked at his friend’s rant.

“What’s with the smirk, moron?”

“Nothing really.” Erwin’s gaze softened. “I don’t remember hearing you say so many words in one go. Ever. I wonder what got into you.” He chuckled.

Levi clicked his tongue. “Nothing special. We were having a nice little talk with Four-Eyes and I started to forget the crap piling up in my life at the moment and that fucking monkey ruined it all.”

Silence settled for a few minutes between both men.

“Seemed to do you good talking with someone else. You’re gonna hang with them again? I mean Hange.” Erwin asked after a while.

“Er yeah I guess… They mentioned a cup of coffee or shit some day soon.”

“Good! We’re your friends and we’re all worried about you, Levi. But, as you won't talk to us then talk with Hange. Anything that makes you feel better.”

Levi facepalmed to soothe the increasing pounding in his head and sighed.

“Could you mind your own fucking business for once, Blondie?” he hissed, rubbing his temples in a circle. “You’re giving me a headache.”

Erwin stood up, put a hand on Levi’s shoulder and squeezed it.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone then.”

He scooped his coffee cup off the table and took a few steps towards the door before turning around.

“Try to sleep tonight. You need to get some rest.”

Levi remained silent.

Erwin’s steps echoed in the evening darkness and he stopped briefly when gripping the handle.

“Good night Levi. See you tomorrow.”

As the door softly clicked shut, Levi let out a sharp breath he was holding for some time.

Yeah. Another day full of crap. The sparkle Hange had briefly brought in his otherwise dull life today was at least something he supposed.

“Shit! Life sucks, huh Four-Eyes?” he muttered to himself. His day couldn’t get any shittier than it already was, right?

Something vibrated in his back pocket. He fished his phone and answered without even thinking.

“Levi?” Petra’s voice. His body stiffened.

“Uhm yeah…” He ran his fingers through his hair to try and shut down his nervousness.

“We need to talk.”

Requested by anon // Prompt #30 "Where have you been?" from this drabble challenge

Proofreading @dont-f-with-moogles Thank you so much for your help Terra Darling 🩶

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A/N: Crossposted on AO3 as chapter 2 of my series It's not like I've got something grand to say to you // This takes place one year before Dumbstruck // English is not my usual language

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axoxtxhxh · 4 years ago

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You Saved Me - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader and Miche spend the night in the cabin and hope to make it back to headquarters the next day.

MichexFem!Reader

Warning: Other than making the reader say ridiculous things like I normally do, I don’t think there’s anything worth warning

Word count: ~4,100

Y/N stood in the bathroom with the door closed, laughing to herself. The look on Miche’s face was priceless. He refused the cup for a good five minutes, pretending he didn’t have to relieve himself until Y/N told him that she would wait in the bathroom while he did it.

“Are you almost done?” She called through the door.

“Stop asking me!” He yelled back, “You’re putting too much pressure on me.”

She put her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. She could hear what was happening and heard him unbuckle his pants a couple minutes ago, but still nothing. Maybe he needs a little help. She dipped her hands in the water that was in the sink and started making droplet sounds loud enough for him to hear. Within seconds she heard him groan, finally calm enough to let himself go. It took him a couple minutes, but then he called to her.

“You can come out now,” he invited. She opened the door and walked over. He held the cup up to her with his head down and she took it.

“Is it alright if I drink this?” She pretended, hoping to get a reaction out of him. His head flew up looking horrified, eyes wide.

“What the f—no!?” He shouted and she bent over, shoulders shaking as she laughed hysterically almost spilling his urine. “I hate you so much.” He said smiling at her.

“This is what you get for sniffing me all the time.” She walked to the bathroom, still laughing when she dumped the cup into the toilet and washed her hands, coming back to the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He hit her with the pillow teasingly.

“Are you going to sleep?” He asked her after a couple minutes of silence. She was looking at the fire.

“Eventually.”

“You should sleep. You did a lot today.” He reached over and pulled on her shirt. “And we still have a trip tomorrow. Of which, you will be doing most of the work.”

She turned around to look at him. She looked tired, she was tired. If not only for the amount of activity they had today, but for the amount of worrying she did over him. While she loved all the captains, cadets and people in the survey, she had a soft spot for Miche. He was the first person to help her out when she became a captain and always gave her encouragement when she felt like she wasn’t doing enough.

She was trying not to think about it, but thoughts of the possibility of what could have happened kept creeping in her mind. He held his arms open to her and she laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She laid back in the bed, getting under the covers and resting her head on his shoulder with his arm around her back. “You know what I was thinking of?”

“What?” His voice sent deep vibrations through his chest that she felt on her cheek.

“Do you remember that expedition we had like four years ago? That supply mission we had to do when we were setting up a base in that forest of giant trees.”

“Yeah, what was that? The treehouse bases thing?” He pulled his arm up to rest on her waist and reflexively rubbed his thumb against her skin, neither of them really taking notice.

“Yes! That one!” She confirmed. “I never told anyone, but when I was sent with Levi and a couple cadets to scout the western side of that forest, Levi told me stay on my horse and he would scout from the trees.” He watched her as she spoke with her hands.

“I remember him saying that.”

“Yeah, so it was maybe like fifteen seconds into that and I heard a snap and Levi’s voice yelling ‘shit’ so I looked up and saw him tangled in a tree with a huge red mark on his face from hitting a branch.”

Y/N looked up at Miche’s face as the low reverberation in his chest from his laugh shook his body. He had such a warm laugh that it had her laughing with him before she was even able to finish her story.

“I just remember his legs kicking frantically trying to get himself loose.” Y/N imitated Levi’s legs kicking with her fingers and they both were laughing hysterically.

Miche let out a snort and they laughed even harder, barely able to breathe. He was covering his forehead with his hand and Y/N was burying her face in his chest, both of them not even able to open their eyes as they laughed.

“Eventually he got himself loose. I just pretended not to see it.” Y/N wiped her tears from laughing.

“God, I wish I got to see that.” Miche was also wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“My first year as a captain.” She sighed. “It definitely helped me get over feeling like a phony.”

“You didn’t think you were a good captain?”

“Not really.” She confessed. “I mean, I was coming in after you, Levi and Hange. How was I supposed to feel?”

“I don’t know, but I was pretty intimidated.” He looked up at the ceiling. “We all knew of you. You moved up through the ranks so quickly.”

“It wasn’t that quick.”

“You’re too critical of yourself.” He glanced at her, lifting his eyebrow. “My whole life, all I knew was the scouts and it still took me ten years to become a captain and I was really proud of that. You started late after a whole different career and made it in seven.”

“Either way,” She looked up at the ceiling. “My motivation wasn’t to make captain, it was to save people and… I’m not being too critical when I say that I’ve failed at that.”

“You are.” He studied her face. Her mouth was set in a hard line, eyes focused on the ceiling, but her mind was somewhere else. “You saved me.” He spoke quietly, his voice so soft the reminder almost came out as a question.

She turned her head to face him, realizing how close their faces were, their noses nearly touching. She opened her mouth with a silent gasp of surprise. Her heart sped up as their breaths mixed in the small space between them.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiled, moving her face back. “You just better be alive when I wake up.”

“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He smiled and she moved her head down to nestle into his shoulder.

He looked at the top of her head, leaning in to smell her hair, but stopped himself, remembering the comment she made earlier and pulled his head back, resting it on the pillow.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” She hummed sleepily.

“Does it bother you that much if I sniff you?” He wondered.

“Not so much bother me.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Just sometimes I feel like I smell bad. It makes me a little insecure.” His eyebrows moved together and he smiled.

“You never smell bad,” he comforted, trying to restore her confidence. “At least not to me.”

“Oh.” She mouthed, eyes moving around as she thought about it.

“You have a certain smell.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to explain. “There’s something in the way you smell to me that smells… smells really familiar. It can be quite calming actually.”

“We use the same shampoo, Miche.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who gave me the bottle.”

“It’s not like that. And I gave you that bottle because your other shampoo smelled like shit.” He chuckled. “It was ruining your natural scent.”

He readjusted his body, pulling her in a little closer. The top of her head was resting just under his jaw, while her hips and waist were flush against his side. She curled her arms in front of her and rested them on his chest.

“It’s like a smell you naturally have, under all the other artificial fragrances you add. Your natural, biological, unaffected, pure scent. That’s what smells familiar to me… And I lied. It’s extremely calming to me. That’s the reason I do it so much.”

She leaned her head back peering at him while she thought about it. He stared at her, his bangs in his eyes how they always were with a small smile on his lips. It calms him. That explains why he was doing it so much more today.

“Okay then.” She held her hand up to him. “I guess I don’t mind it.”

He didn’t move. He held his smile, looking at her hand before he reached up to hold it, her hands much colder and softer than his own.

He finally looked at her. His smile slowly grew mischievously. She narrowed her eyes at him as she worried what he was thinking. He quickly moved her hand behind her back and pulled her up to him with his other arm and buried himself in her neck, sniffing everything which had Y/N laughing and squirming.

“Miche! It tickles! Your beard!” She wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling sensation of his beard on her neck.

“Sorry.” He laughed, adjusting his face so his chin wasn’t touching her while he moved forward to take deep inhales of her, breathing in as much of her as he could.

His nose was tickling her ears and jaw while his lips grazed her neck. Y/N’s body responded in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Her heart started beating quickly, pounding in her chest while her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel her cheeks turning pink and a spark of electricity soared through her body, settling in her stomach. Her hand, now released from his, instinctively went to his waist and up his back, pulling him deeper into her neck, her body wishing for more of his touch.

He felt her pull him in and his breath caught, freezing him in place. His heart was racing when he closed his eyes. He was no longer able to focus on smelling her. Instead all he could think about was his nose in her hair and his lips brushing against her neck. Her soft neck. His hand moved to her hip, squeezing lightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to slowly pull back.

“S… Sorry.” He apologized again, a tint of pink sitting on his cheeks as well. She smiled awkwardly and laid her head back down on the pillow. Miche’s arms resting on the bed now. They both laid there quietly until they fell asleep.

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Fortunately, the rest of the ride back to headquarters was as uneventful as they were hoping. The route was clear of titans and the weather was sunny. A small trace of awkwardness was left between them from the night before, but Y/N continued telling herself it was all in her head. It didn’t help that she woke up to Miche rubbing her head and playing with her hair. She had opened her eyes to find him doing it while he slept. Had he been awake, she could have attributed it to him being as affectionate as he always was with her, but seeing his eyes still closed and small snores coming from him made the action feel slightly more intimate.

She felt his arms tighten a little around her as the terrain got a little bumpier, his head still resting against her shoulder. They crossed over some small creeks and hills, still a third of the trip left to go. He was managing really well. He had woken up twice in the night yelling and sweating, nightmares of his encounter with the beast titan.

“How are you feeling?” She called back to him. He turned to face her, his head still resting on her shoulder.

“As good as I can be.” He closed his eyes and smiled a little.

“Is your leg okay?”

“Better than yesterday.” He looked down at it, the movement bothering him a little, but not like the pain from the day before.

She hoped beyond hope that they wouldn’t encounter any titans. If not for the difficulty of how she will get away, but for Miche’s mental safety. She honestly wasn’t sure what would happen right now if he saw one.

They managed to arrive at headquarters in late afternoon. Her horse definitely deserved some sort of reward for the trip it just made. She settled the horse next to the front, getting Miche on her back as they made their way to the sick bay.

“Gosh, your parents must be proud.” She said, grunting as she pushed her way through the mess hall to get to the sickbay.

“Why do you say that?”

“Giving birth to a titan of a son.” She pushed through the doorway and Miche laughed.

“I told you I would walk!”

“I told you I’m not letting that happen. Dr. Otto?” She called, opening the doors. “Dr. Otto?”

A smaller older man walked into the room as Y/N set Miche on one of the exam tables. She turned to look at the doctor and Miche grabbed her hand, keeping her close to him.

“What’s happened?” He asked, walking over and pushing his circular glasses farther up his nose.

“He was caught by a titan.” She spoke quickly and Miche watched them discuss and fill in notes on a piece of paper. “From what I could see, his left leg has a dislocated ankle and tibial spiral fracture. I’m not sure about his right leg, but based on the swelling and bruising, I think it’s a stress fracture of one of his calf bones. I put a splint on him yesterday afternoon after realigning his ankle and leg. Please check that. As well as stitched the lacerations in both of his legs.” She bit her thumbnail waiting for him to answer.

“We will need to check for any other injuries that he may not be feeling yet.” The doctor wrote some more notes.

“I haven’t checked the rest of his body for any other possible injuries yet.”

“We’ll start there.” He said, taking more notes. Y/N nodded, turning to Miche.

“Can you sit up so I can take your shirt off?” She asked just now noticing him holding her hand and she raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.

“What?” He sat up. “I got nervous.”

She pulled his shirt up and over his head, setting it to the side. Miche started to lean back down, but she held him in place, lifting his arms, checking for any bruising, and pressing various areas on his torso.

“Doctor, may I borrow this?” She held up a stethoscope. He nodded and she put it on, checking Miche’s breathing. “Everything is normal. There’s a bit of bruising around the ribs, but it’s nothing too deep.”

The doctor continued writing notes, looking over his glasses to check the work Y/N was doing. He noticed Miche holding Y/N’s hand and looked from one to the other, smiling then going back to his notes.

“Y/N.” The doctor looked at her and she stood up straight. “I have some iodine in the cabinet in my office, can you bring some along with some soapy water and a rag. We need to be careful of any dirt that may cause an infection on any of these cuts. I will also need some gauze.”

“Yes, sir.” He reluctantly let go of her as she ran to the other room.

“You were fortunate to have had someone with such an eclectic knowledge of medicine with you.” Dr. Otto smiled at Miche over his glasses. “Based on your injuries, it’s really unlikely you would have survived had she not been able to slow the bleeding.”

Miche was about to speak, but smiled instead. The doctor leaned forward, checking Y/N’s stitching and moved to see the bruising on his right leg. He had Miche lie down and checked his ribs while he continued talking.

“She’s a gifted captain, yes,” Dr. Otto sat Miche back up, checking his back. “But she has a talent for medicine that can’t be denied. She is even better than me when I was her age.”

The doctor laughed and Miche smiled lightly at him as he tried not to grimace. There was definitely a gentleness to Y/N’s touch that Dr. Otto didn’t have.

“Sometimes she loses sight of the things she really wants because she’s so focused on everyone else.” The doctor went back to his paper and took notes. “I’ll leave it to you to remind her every once in a while.”

“Me?” Miche laughed shyly, wondering what the doctor meant by that.

Y/N walked in with the all of the items the doctor requested and a few additional ones and set them on the side table. The doctor walked to the sink and began washing his hands while Y/N went to the cabinet near the door and pulled out a wooden brace, setting it near Miche.

While the doctor was gone, Y/N started by cutting the splint she made off of his leg, tossing it in the trash. Then moved up to his belt, looking at him.

“I’m going to take what’s left of your pants off.” She started unbuckling and he nodded, laying down. He moved to help her, lifting up to inch them past his butt, but Y/N objected. “Don’t move your legs. I can get this.” She shimmied them off, being careful not to brush them against his stitches.

The doctor made his way back over and looked at Y/N’s work. Y/N backed up to Miche’s side and this time he wrapped his arm around her hip, holding her right next to him while his other hand held hers. The doctor was checking the stitches from his thigh to his calf. He smiled looking up at her over his glasses, chuckling.

“This is a very good job Captain.” He smiled at her. “You haven’t studied in over ten years, but I can see that you haven’t forgotten.” “Well I did have the best teacher.” She smiled shyly. Miche looked from the doctor to Y/N.

“That you did.” He laughed as he applied the iodine. “Do you think you can remember how to wrap the leg and apply the splint? I imagine I will need to get more supplies if the others might be returning in a similar condition.”

“Have the commander and others left yet or are they still here?” Y/N asked as the doctor took off his lab coat to put on his outdoor coat.

“They received word from a messenger and left about two hours ago.” He put on his hat and left. Y/N turned back to Miche’s leg and he sat up to watch.

“I guess I’m finishing up.” She smiled at him and grabbed the gauze, slowly wrapping his leg, careful not to move it more than needed.

“Why would you have ever quit studying medicine?” Miche asked, his eyes wide as a small smile grew.

“What do you mean?” She looked up from her work. “I told you, I was just tired of not being able to save everyone.”

“I know you want to save people.” He shook his head. “But in the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you as happy or as comfortable… or as focused as you were just now.”

“Really?” She smiled then bit her bottom lip. “I do really enjoy medicine, but I don’t know. It got difficult to see after a while.” She shrugged and finished up the gauze strip, snipping the end and tucking it in then moving on to adding the splint.

“So, when you told me you worked with a military doctor, were you referring to…” Miche nudged his head in the direction Dr. Otto left.

“Working with Dr. Otto?” She nodded. “His wife was a childhood friend of my dad’s. I’ve known him since I was a baby.” She got up, taking the bowl of soapy water to the sink, dumping it and refilling it then walking back over.

“What’s that for?” He wondered.

“Your bath.” She stated in an obvious tone. “I wanted to make sure the water was warm still.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not exactly small.” He joked. “I won’t fit in that.”

“Really?” She asked sarcastically. “You not petite? I had no idea.” She grabbed the sponge and soaked it with the soapy water, bringing it to his face and wiping away the dirt from the day before. She grabbed the dry towel she brought and dried his face afterwards. “Lay down.”

He followed and she continued cleaning his arms and chest.

“Do you think you’ll go back to it?” He asked her, his hand moving back to her hip. She smiled a little thinking about his question.

“I hope so.” She leaned forward to reach for his opposite arm. She squeezed the sponge a little too hard and water dripped down his bicep. She watched as the droplet ran over his muscles and down to his shoulder, her face getting hot.

Normally when she was doing things like this, washing, stitching, wrapping bodies, she never looked at the patients as people, only as parts. Similar to an artist drawing the human body, she was focusing so hard on her job that she didn’t realize a lot of the patients were naked or nearly naked. Not to mention she has seen Miche nearly naked a dozen times, she’s even accidentally walked in on him bathing. So, why now was it so different?

It may have been partly due to that fact that since leaning forward, the hand that Miche placed on her hip slipped down past her butt and now gently rested on the back of her thigh. She was desperately trying to ignore it, but it wasn’t helping that he was rubbing his thumb just under the crease of her butt.

“I hope you get that chance.” He smiled, not realizing the trouble his hand was causing her. She took a deep breath, standing back up. She went to the sink to replace the dirty water with clean water, using this time to focus herself again with a couple deep breaths.

Miche watched her from the exam table. Her hands started shaking when she was washing him. He could smell her nervous sweat all the way from the sink. He so desperately wanted to touch her, to grab her and hold her against him, to feel her heartbeat against his. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face.

“Can you lift your head a bit?” She was back with another bowl that she set next to his head.

“Are you going to wash my hair?” He questioned.

“You aren’t going to be getting into a bath anytime soon.” She smiled. “Consider this a service.”

He lifted his head up and she moved the bowl under it, pouring water on top of his hair then quickly shampooing before rinsing it off and trying to drain as much as she could out. Miche sat up, grabbing the towel she left him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your forehead.” She teased. He laughed.

“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” “Very much.” She laughed and he dried his hair with his towel, moving it back to his typical hairstyle, bangs hanging down. “I brought you some clothes.” She handed over some hospital shorts and a t-shirt. “You probably can’t wear regular pants for a while with this brace.”

“Thanks.” He slid them on.

“You should rest for now.”

“Where are you going?” He asked as she walked away.

“I think it’s my turn to bathe now.” She put the bowl she used to wash him next to the sink, rinsing it out.

“Can I come with you?” She turned around quickly to look at him, her mouth dropped open and he back tracked, his cheeks tinting pink. “I—I don’t mean—I didn’t mean like… that. I just meant that if maybe I could wait in your room… Just so I wouldn’t have to wait here alone.”

“Oh… Okay.” She nodded slowly. “You had me for a second there.” She moved to the desk, rolling out a wheelchair and setting it next to his bed. “Let’s get you in here.” He climbed in the chair and she rolled him to the bottom of the stairs. She looked at all the steps and she quickly slumped over. Miche started laughing.

“I’m sorry.” He tried holding back his laughter. “Really, I can just drag myself up the steps.”

“No,” she sighed, “It’s fine. I have to get you up here anyway. At least it’s only the second floor.”

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beneathashadytree · 4 years ago

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Hi 🥰 would you write for Mike Zacharias in AOT? If so I’d love to read a fluff/nsfw or maybe relationship headcanons

OF CRACKERS AND ANGEL CAKE - MIKE ZACHARIAS X READER

Warnings : slight mention of death, I went ahead and assumed the reader gender neutral!

Genre : fluff that is a bit too sweet (literally), barely-noticeable angst (Mike is not immune to jealousy)

Word count : 2.1K words

Synopsis : Though Mike is usually nonchalant about the orders he receives on a daily basis, this one particular demand that has him stumbling upon a certain bakery has him hungry for more.

Additional notes : This is my very first request, and I hope you liked it! I couldn't help it and got carried away; I love Mike after all🥺

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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The orders were crystal clear and short: find the closest large-scale bakery to become the supplier for the scouting regiment with the most affordable price and most frequent deliveries. There were no questions left unanswered; no vagueness about it---as a matter of fact, if Mike had thought about it well enough, he'd probably be able to hear Erwin's voice saying the same words.

The Scouts found themselves having the shorter end of the stick more often than not, forced to take the remains of what was left from the MPs and the Garrison regiment. It came as no surprise that they would run into a shortage of food eventually.

It should've been a fast and easy trip, one that wouldn't have taken more than a couple of hours of scouring the inner districts of Wall Rose on foot, but for some unknown (to others at least) reason, Mike found himself straying away from their preferred path.

It wasn't like the quiet man to disobey orders given by his superiors, but his senses reigned above them all as a far more accurate compass than any that current technology offered. And his immaculate sense of smell detected the scent of what could not be described as anything less than delectable.

The aroma was faint albeit alluring, causing him to pause in his tracks, two of his squad members following suite, slightly confused looks being shared between them, before one of them spoke up.

"Sir, uh, pardon me, but where are we going? Orders said---"

With a small nod of his head, the man automatically shut up---Mike wasn't intimidating per se, but as a man of rather few words, when he did speak, people tended to grant him the respect he deserved and proceeded to listen eagerly.

"I know what the orders said," he interrupted, "And we're sticking to them. We're just taking a detour," at that he pointed at a shady vacant spot against the grand wall, "Set up the horses here. Wait for my return."

With a collective affirmation from his few fellow soldiers who'd redirected the horses, Mike began to follow his nose that had yet to fail him. The dirt road absorbing the sound of his heavy footsteps, he followed twist after turn after alley after clearing, the oddly-comforting aroma only growing stronger and more enticing as he apparently neared the source.

Ever the observant man, he tried to memorize the route he'd taken, lest he'd find himself in need of reaching the same destination yet again. He counted the number of houses he'd passed and tried to engrave every landmark in his memory as he could virtually see a trail of the smell that seemed to warm his bones. When it peaked strongest and his nose twitched happily, he stopped in his footsteps, finding himself in front of a quaint shop sign.

His eyes widened at his good fortune, realizing that he'd in fact stood in front of what seemed to be a rather massive bakery, the wonderful aroma he'd been smelling all this time being freshly baked buns set out to cool a bit, straight from the oven that billowed smoke up the chimney---yet another time his superhuman sense of smell had been beneficial to him.

Mike carefully looked around, hoping he wasn't trespassing on private property or during closing hours, and upon closer expection he came to realize that the clanging coming from the inside was coming from a person switching oven trays that produced the steaming buns that had his mouth watering like a famished man.

Stepping inside, he rapped his knuckles against the glass door that was wedged open, indicating his presence, and causing the person to jump a bit in their place, before turning around to face him.

His heartbeat grew slightly erratic, swallowing thickly as he took note of just how ridiculously good-looking they were, even from across the room.

"Hi!" they piped up, slightly breathlessly as they tried to multi-task talking and adjusting the trays, "Give me a second, I'll be with you!"

Clearing his throat, he nodded and added a soft, "That's alright. Take your time."

With another quick dazzling smile sent his way, they continued their minsitrations, before lighting up the flame inside, and finally backing off to wipe their hands down on a towel hanging by the metal lever.

They retreated to the large counter near the back, and Mike took that time to intake his surroundings as he approached them, almost salivating at the sight of richly creamed cakes, buttered pasteries that glistened, bread loaves of all shapes and sizes, and crackers that put the regiments' rations to shame (though in all honesty, anythinh did).

A delighted chuckle interrupted his thoughts and stopped him from nearly banging his thigh against the countertop.

"I'm glad you seem to like my assortment!" they laughed, leaning forward to watch the way the tall man's eyes seemed to grow with wonder.

After a moment's contemplation, he looked back at them, his usually stiff posture slackening a bit as he saw the easy-going smile still on their face.

"You bake all of this?" he asked incredulously, an impressed look blooming on his handsome face as they nodded in reply.

Fiddling with a string at the hem of their worn-down sleeve they spoke again, "It's my dad's business, but he died out on the field," they hesitated for a moment, their eyes seemingly falling to the wings of freedom that he bore so proudly on his chest, "Back in Shiganshina, 5 years ago. He was in the Garrison regiment."

A solemn expression crossed Mike's face, "My condolences. Your father was a brave man, and died valiantly."

"It's alright, I'm not struggling that bad, there are those worse off," with a shrug, they pointed back to the display cases with the vast variety, "At least I'm doing something I love."

A rare half-smile slipped from him, "To each his own, I suppose," before his eyes wandered off to a rather tantalizingly sweet-smelling cake, they posed a question.

"What made you come out here? I thought the scouts dealed with the bakeries in the southern districts, seeing as they're closer to headquarters," they cocked their head to the side, and Mike suddenly felt embarrassed.

"My nose. It sniffed the buns from almost a mile away," sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he produced a small stack of papers from the insides of his jacket, handing them over to the baker who know wore a confused expression.

Before they could inquire, he explained, "This a contract, binding you to bake for the scouts as the sole supplier, since we're running low on rations now," their eyes snapped up to look at him in surprise, but he made a non-committal shrug and went on, "Read the terms, and should you accept, you should find a dotted line to sign at the bottom of the last paper."

Tugging their lip between their teeth anxiously, they hesitantly nodded, flashing yet another polite smile as they seemed to have switched to business mode, "I'll flip through it now, but shouldn't you test the taste first?"

Mike only shook his head, "That's alright. My hunches are never off eitherways," he readjusted his straps, beginning to make his way out, but not before pausing to glance back at their rosy cheeks from the compliment, causing his own lips to form into a smile, "I'll contact you shortly."

****

It had been a couple of months since that fateful encounter led by his immaculate senses, and since then, the scouts' lives have been made slightly less miserable and leant more towards the sweet side---and one scout in particular, seemed to be revelling in that change.

With the afternoon breeze playing with his hair, Mike found himself seated on an old crate in front of the bakery, a makeshift chair similar to the one the baker themself sat on in front of him. Both munched away at a new cracker they'd been testing that combined the saltiness and sweetness of caramel, and Mike was more than delighted to be the taste tester.

"Does it smell nice too?" they worriedly ask for the hundredth time, causing a light chuckle to escape his lips.

He affectionately leant over to ruffle their hair, ignoring their protests, "Yes, it does as always. The smell always leads me here."

"I'm glad it did the first time. Who knew a handsome soldier would knock on my door?" they teased, the wind dancing delicately through their hair, and Mike struggled between rolling his eyes, scoffing, or controlling the blush he felt climbing up his cheeks.

"You're just glad you renovated with the financial aid we give."

They nodded thoughtfully, "I think I have enough space to add one more oven," they dusted the crumba on their apron and pointed inside, urging him to glance in the direction of their finger, "See there? A fifth one would do good. It's not easy having a hundred mouths to feed, all grown men."

He snorted shortly at that, shaking his head, "If all soldiers eat like that girl from the Dauper village, I'm sure you get nightmares thinking of the amount of flour you'll be sifting in the morning."

They groaned, resting their head in their hands, "Some are worse! You wouldn't believe it, but I've once had the Commander himself come down here and ask me to make him a batch of angel-cake that month!"

For some reason, Mike's mouth dried at that fact, and he felt slightly disturbed by it, though there wasn't anything inherently bad about it---so why did it feel like he was sniffing off another impending titan attack?

"Commander Erwin?" he awkwardly threaded his fingers together, and the baker rolled their eyes.

"No, Pixus," they impatiently hurried to retort, "Well, of course Erwin! I'm only loyal to the scouts," they playfully winked, but again Mike was distracted by the fact that his superior had been here.

Did he consider talking to them the highlight of his day too? Was he also sometimes caught off-gaurd by the beautiful smile that had their eyes nearly disappearing with how wide it was? Had he gotten used to their friendliness and found it contagious in the same manner he did? Did he also have an overwhelming urge to sit close to them and have their shoulders touch?

A scowl forming on his face, he couldn't help himself and felt that he had to satiate his curiousity, leaning back a bit and seeming a bit imposing with his jacket taken off (though it was more likely to be unintentional than anything).

"Has he, uh, been here often?" his voice adopted a lower tone, a quieter one that his companion failed to pick up on.

Shaking their head, they only bent down to pick up the discarded plates, him mumbling half-hearted apologies as he helped them take everything to the sink behind the counter inside.

"No, he said he'd rather keep sending you instead," turning the water knobs on, they rolled up their sleeves, Mike delicately aiding them in doing so while listening so intently his normally-gentle gaze almost bore holes into their own, "Beats me why."

His large hands then gripped at the countertop, seemingly having an internal conflict with himself. Their now-dry hands patted his soft mop of dirty-blonde hair, a reassuring smile on their face, and that was the deciding factor for him to be upfront.

"He knows I enjoy our meet-ups," he said simply, and he was not sure if his point had come across clear, "That's why I'm solely in charge of the ration supply."

They stood still for a brief few seconds, as though they were making some sort of impossibly hard decision with their eyes observantly trained on him, before they nodded in seeming understanding. Their light footsteps sounded across the floor, before they disappeared as they rummaged for something in a low cupboard.

Seconds later they emerged, holding in their hand a cardboard box that they took the liberty of opening themself and showing to him.

It was almost funny how Mike's facial expressions switched from puzzled, to realization, to shock, and ultimately to something much more tender that it caused their pulse to skyrocket and their throat to feel parched, all within the span of less than two seconds.

"But... how?" was the only whisper heard within the confinements of the baking area.

"I know someone who knows someone," they laughed nervously, "I wanted to make you something special," they swallowed, watching as his gentle gaze fell on them once again, eliciting warmth in their belly, "You're special to me, Mike."

His voice drifted off once again, "But chocolate cake..."

Their lips perked up in a smile, words lingering on their tongue, words that Mike hadn't heard in so long he'd quite literally forgotten their meaning.

"Happy birthday, Mike. Stay for a birthday lunch date with me."

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imagines-by-cleo · 3 years ago

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AoT Boys ~ Thighfucking Headcannons ~ NSFW

Eren

This is the what he does when he already used every other one of your holes, and he does this like he does everything else in his life meaning he goes absolutely feral. He definitely wants to claim every part of your body and will start by leaving hickeys on the inside of your thighs, bonus points if you wear shorts or a skirt the next day so he can see them. Cums right between your thighs and waits a while before helping you get cleaned up just so he can watch it drip down your skin.

"You're mine, all of you."

Armin

Either on a lazy Sunday morning or on a late night before bed the two of you would be cuddling and you would 'accidentally' grind up against him a few times too many making him hard and a little embarrassed. He would be surprised that you suggest he take care of it between your thighs but he's absolutely thought about it before. Starts slow at first then slowly losses control until he's practically whimpering at the feeling of your soft skin, doesn't pull out or stop holding you tight even after he's done.

"Can we stay here a little longer?"

Jean

He would take you out for a night on the town and spend the whole time treating you like a princess but would be painfully obviously staring every time your dress rode up, of course he would try to play it cool but there was no hiding the fact that he was practically drooling over your legs. While the two of you are out walking he drags you into a dark alley and whispering about all the things he's wanted to to do you not talking to you like a lady anymore but like a common whore before slipping between your thighs while his hands kneed your soft flesh.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this."

Levi

Spends hours teasing you until you're so wet and ready for him only to end up fucking your thighs His goal was to make you beg for more while his dick was dragging against your wet slit, but he underestimated how good this would feel for him too. The two of you end up making a mess out of eachother as it turns into a challenge to see who's going to break down first as you both went barreling toward the edge. He might cheat by playing with your clit hoping to get you a little more desperate before he had to admit defeat.

"Come on, beg for me already."

Erwin

He couldn't get any work done when you've been on his mind all day, he would have you in his office for a quickie but unfortunately you still needed to walk for the rest of the day so he had to come up with some alternative solutions. Finds you and slams you against the nearest wall not wasting any time tugging your clothes off just enough to get between your thighs and start pounding into them. He cums into your panties just to make you wear them for the rest of the day while promising to reward you for it later.

"You're being such a good girl for me.

Reiner

After shaving your legs one day you decided to let him feel how smooth they were and oh lord did he feel them. He practically worships you gently grazing his fingers over every inch of skin, his lips following his touch as he kissed up your thighs giving special attention to every freckle or birthmark he ran into. He treats you like a porcelain doll and you let him use you as such when he slips his increasingly hard length between your legs and getting lost in the feeling all the while telling you how good they feel around him.

"They're so fuckin' soft."

Floch

You'd be fucking his thighs (damn he thicc) Pretty much the same as Eren only wayyyy more aggressive. He doesn't do it to remember that he owns you, he does it to remind you who you belong to. Goes wild, slapping your thighs the entire time just to feel them jiggle around him. Is not quiet about about it at all, even if you're in public everyone in a mile radius is gonna know what a dirty girl you are and how good you're making him feel.

"I know you like this just as much as I do."

Miche

He is so large and the amount of stamina he has is ridiculous meaning you could barely handle the first with him and when he asks for a second you have to decline even when he was touching and kissing you in all the right spots to try and change your mind. When he eventually grabs your thighs the idea comes to mind and you're more than happy to oblige him if it meant your pussy had time to recover. He finally finishes with a satisfied smile on his face leaving you with the knowledge that this was about to become a regular occurrence.

"We're gonna have to do that again."

Zeke

Once you introduce thighfucking to this man he's gonna do it like there's no other way. We all know he has a breeding kink that he is fighting hard and he wouldn't want to risk actually getting you pregnant making this the perfect alternative. He would take his time with it, if he's not lubing your skin up then he's eating you out and letting the juice flow down until you're nice and slick. Talks you through the entire thing, telling you what to to, how to do it and when he's just about to cum all over your thighs.

"Squeeze them together just like that."

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killerbananas · 3 years ago

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Yield

Miche breeds his fiancée while his friends join the merriment.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 1,455 wc | afab!reader (she/her) x Miche x Erwin x Zeke

Warnings: breeding, anal, rough, air tight, tit fucking, come play, overstimulation, thumb in the bum, MM/MF/MMMF interactions, dark content/thoughts/lizard brain breeder bull possessiveness, au! just to be clear, vaginal and anal creampies, hair pulling, dummy thicc big dicc everywhere because size kink intended, oral, spit as lube, dom/sub/switching, degredation/humiliation, praise, objectification, pool sex, public sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Daddy

AN: This is an old work of mine previously posted on tumblr.

His eyes connect with yours as you sink your folds down his length, jaw drawn back with his grasping fingers holding your gaze in one hand while the other guides your hip back to his own, fucking into you from behind. The girth smears the heated cream from your cunt as he works his way inside, stimulating your walls enough to draw a mewl from your lungs, ending in a soft hiccuping of ‘fuck.’

“Poor thing. Are you full? You’re only going to get stuffed more. Better get used to it, needy thing.”

He takes pity in the form of strumming your clitoris with his middle finger, the calloused digit inscribing volts of pleasure to your rippling walls. You squirm and attempt to draw your knees in with your ankles out to sink back fully onto his length as much as you think you can shove him. You just need him closer.

This brings your chest down onto Zeke’s erection, velvet rod slick with precome as he juts between the soft plumpness of your breasts. Miche’s hands recede from your body, replaced by Zeke’s lithe fingers plucking your nipples around his cock, hitching your knee higher to make it easier for Erwin to-

“Fuck!”

“Shh, it’s ok. Let him in there, sweetheart. I’ll keep a good eye on him. I know how to make him mind.”

He grabs Erwins jaw to drag him back for a dominating, nipping kiss that commands his obedience before he barrages past the already prepared muscles of your tush. You wrap your arms around Zeke’s hips as he ruts his cock against your boobs to brace your body better for Erwin to enter steadily. He nudges his head in before he takes a moment to swirl a decent drop of spit to add to the lube coalescing around where he splits you. Miche has stilled, holding Erwin up and back by the root of his blonde hair to control his pace while the other braces along the curvature of his abdomen, lightly applying pressure to the sensitive area below Erwin’s ribs.

Mind, he does. He minds how perfectly your ass swallows the head of his cock, disappearing into the plush flesh agonizingly slowly.

“I know you’re still pent up from watching us earlier.”

Erwin grunts a reluctant confirmation.

“You took her in the pool in front of everyone without anyone noticing. Just her little giggles and sighs as she sipped those cocktails with you behind her. I had to run to the bathroom just to calm down, I was so hard.”

“Not my fault. I couldn’t help it when she backed up against me. It was the best place to hide my dick at the time once she got me turned on. Fuckin’ minx.”

Erwin is halfway in when Zeke adds his two cents of recollection.

“Nah, it was pretty obvious to me what was going on. She gets this really intense blush on her chest all the way to her nipples under her suit top. Makes you just wanna paint these tits because they’re so goddamn luscious. Pretty fuckin’ baby. Taking those cocks so well. Are you and Miche still trying to get pregnant or can I come in that cunt later?”

“Just for that question, you get to come first, Jaeger, but you’re not allowed to get up.”

Erwin is fully in you now and Zeke keeps up his languid humping as a whiny moan leaves him when he realizes how stretched you are around Erwin’s cock. Miche pulls backwards to slowly find a rhythm to continue warming you up to their fillingness. He laps gently, tugging his length in and out while Erwin presses as far into your ass as he physically can, groin flush with your cheeks, drawing an overwhelming sensation that Miche’s movements help distract you from like a goddamn blessing. You can barely hear the praises all three men chorus as you slowly find a symbiotic rhythm to fall apart to.

Erwin braces both his hands high on your hips to hold himself steady, anchor, and build up the perfect method to complement how Miche is pulling long draws of his hips from your channel to press forward in quick succession. He loves seeing your small form buried beneath the writhing pile of bodies as you give and take pleasure in unbalancing torrents of hedonistic marathons that drive him mad.

He can feel how you keep spasming around him, constantly edging and feeling too packed full of hard male flesh to keep up with the thrusting, just getting used and trying to flutter massaging pulses around their tools when you can. It’s not easy and you cannot keep it up, but damn if you don’t try your best. There exists such a thin membranous layer between his cock and Erwin’s that it barely leaves his thoughts. The way he engages the well-formed muscles of his abdomen to fluidly, rhythmically fuck into your ass is like flint rock to light a fire with Miche as the kindling. He can even tell each time Smith pulls out far enough to teasingly drag the lip of his cockhead over his own. It makes Miche ram in impossibly harder than he means to, and by the third time that Erwin manages to do it, he hardly gives the man the respect of enough spit for lube on his thick thumb before he’s pressing pushing the invading digit between the taut muscles of Erin’s cheeks.

“You want me to come that badly, you have to remember the fucking pecking order here, Smith.”

A darkness passes over Erwin’s face that Miche and Zeke don’t miss. He can’t handle how torn he gets, fucking into his best friend’s fiancee’s ass like you’re a whore for sale, but also understanding how trusting and kind you are to let all of them use you like this. He puts up with Miche’s need to control and Zeke’s snippyness, but he can’t help thinking about how badly he wanted to just bend you over earlier for everyone at the party to see. He wanted them to watch him dominate you and run the gamut of emotions. He knew what a fine piece of pussy felt like and he missed coming in yours before Miche decided to knock you up himself.

A part of Erwin still wishes it was his seed impregnating you, but he also knows that once you start showing, it’ll be all Miche can do to keep him out of your cute little cunt. He’ll let Miche have his way now, the digit pressing unrelentingly hard into his ass getting him off every time he backs up from your warm hole and onto it. It’s harmonious pleasure as he feels the tightness that he fucks into with the longest strokes he can manage, doubling the intensity for himself.

Zeke snorts and checks in with you while the two neanderthals behind you bicker like an old married couple. You’ve got a touch of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as Zeke curves up to touch your lips now, breasts still slick and serving to stimulate his balls as he uses your body to get off. He caresses your cheek gently, not breaking his pace, and encourages you to wrap your tongue around him.

“Hey. Didn’t I say not to move?”

“She started it by scooting down my lap. I can’t help that. She couldn’t stop backing up into the two of you like she’s in heat though, might be a little cockdumb.”

“She’s just a little breathless, getting plowed by three cocks has to take it out of a girl, I imagine.”

“Shut up, you egomaniac.”

“I’m fine. Just fuck me, please. I wanna come, Miche, please, baby, please. Won’t you fill me up? Aren’t I being a good girl?”

“Oh, angel. You beg so pretty.”

Your cries have Zeke bursting his load across your lips, chin, breasts, and Miche follows in short order, ramming tightly into your pussy as deep as he can shoot his life-giving gift to try to reach your womb. He drags down Smith with him, thumb still in place, while Erwin slips his hand down to give you the relief you’re now sobbing for as they shoot inside of you. He comes to the crippling grip of Miche’s hand involuntarily squeezing and the fluttering of your walls as sweet appreciative notes drip from your tongue like intoxicating honeysuckle.

“S-so fuckin’ good to me, ‘Win. Thank you.”

“Fuck! Miche, keep it in there, pleasepleaseplease, Daddy.”

“Jeager, didn’t Miche say not to fuckin’ move. I think you need to come again. Fuck my tits. I’m not the neediest cunt here and you can prove that for me... ‘Atta boy.”

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years ago

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I love your husband headcanons, if you do plan to make more in the future I'd simply pass away for some Jean, Kenny, and Miche🥺💜

a/n: thank you so much mama hobi 🥺 i hope the kenny and miche ones were good because i've never written for them before fldsjfndsa (and i wasnt bothered to make banners for them lmfao sorry only cos i don't think id write much for them)

part 1

He'd be a playful kind of husband

Tickle fights, random attacks of affection, and he'll still say some shitty pick-up lines as if he's not your husband pls. Like if you're going out somewhere and you dress up all nice, he'd be like "you look great right now but do you know what else would look great on you...? Me."

And he tries to be a cocky mf but we all know he's hiding his red ears behind his hair and he's nervous inside

He makes sure the marriage never gets boring, always coming up with spontaneous things to do together

I feel like he'd be the kind of person that would wake you up in the middle of the night to ask you a question about a theory of his or something

He has a mental goal to make you laugh at least five times a day, if he fails to do that then he thinks he's failed at being a good husband (this baby is the best husband, okay, so I don't know what he's talking about) and he'll make it up by pampering you

If you had a bad day, he won't ask you about it until you're ready

But until then, he'll try to make you smile or if you aren't in the mood for jokes or anything, he'll just suffocate you in his arms and cuddle you for however long :(

I think he'd get you presents randomly, like if he went out and saw something you would like, he'd just go get it

Honestly, I think he's the most romantic out of them

Also, he's canonically French (oui oui bonjour lmao ok sorry) and he knows that you love when he speaks French to you even if you don't know what he's saying lol

I think he wouldn't show too much pda, maybe just holding your hand and giving you a kiss on the cheek, probably not anything more

Jean does want babies but he's too shy to say because you probably haven't mentioned anything about kids

But one day it would accidentally slip out and you'd both be shocked about it but then you're both all smiley and happy, glad that you both want kids

This baby cries when he finds out you're pregnant, cries during your pregnancy when you cry when you have mood swings, and cries while and after you give birth

And he literally worships you every day, continuously thanking you for giving him a child

He would have a little girl, calling her his princess while you're his queen and spoils both of you so much

Will forever love you and your growing family

99/10 husband

Miche Zacharius

He would treat you so well pls

Compliments you whenever he has the chance and will always give you a good morning kiss with a compliment, and a welcome home kiss with a compliment

I think he would take you on the cutest and most romantic dates

And he's just romantic in general

He always has the best smelling bath soaps and bath bombs for when you take baths together

Always wants to see you happy and his own mood is affected by yours. So if you had a bad day and you come to him with a pout and a bad mood, he will be in a bad mood too

Both of you will probably comfort each other and fall asleep in each other's arms :(

The next day, you'll tell him whatever happened and he'll promise you that he'll fix whatever it is or try his best to

He probably has a bunch of pictures of you in his gallery from any moment he thinks is deemed picture-worthy (even if you're asleep or a random moment that isn't actually picture-worthy)

I think he loves to just take strolls around with you in comfortable silence, and if you're in a park or something, he'll pick a flower and tuck it into your hair and smile say that you look beautiful <3

I don't think he'd show pda much, only touching you with his hand on like your arm or shoulder to make sure you're always close to him

I think he doesn't mind kids, like he wouldn't mind if you don't have kids but he wouldn't say no to kids either

But if you want kids then he will happily give it to you

And suddenly he decides that he wants more kids because they're miracles and he didn't realise that he would love a tiny human this much

He would be very protective over his child, and you would tell him that it's not good to shelter them too much because then they wouldn't be able to experience life properly

He would also discipline them well, not too strict and not too soft

Would be very sad to see them grow up

So he would ask you if you want another child because he misses having a baby

Honestly, he'd be a very sweet and thoughtful husband so if you marry him, you're very lucky

89/10

Kenny Ackerman

Spoils you so damn much, there's no point in you having a job (he's lowkey just a sugar daddy okay)

He'd be so fucking lazy please, but he's also hard-working so he can spoil you

But on the weekends, he won't let you leave the bed until like an hour after you wake up because he just wants to laze around with you in his arms

Definitely loves morning sex but say bye because this is sfw lol

I think dates with him are rare, but when he does plan them, they will be amazing and so much fun

He only doesn't plan a lot of dates because he already spoils you so much and spends so much time with you

But obviously for important occasions, like birthdays and anniversaries, you'll have dates

You're in a bad mood? This man will fucking annoy you so much until you finally break a smile and tell him what happened

Trust me he will annoy you in every way possible; continuously calls your name, continuously prods your body (your cheek, your arm, your nose, your stomach, literally anywhere), continuously sighs and he just acts like it's his life mission to annoy you

But he only does it because he cares for you and wants to help you, so he gets happy when he finally sees your smile

He will show pda, this man does not care about what anyone says or thinks

Loves to show you off because you're his pretty baby

You sometimes have to scold him for being too touchy in public because he's not shy at all

Doesn't want kids, I know it

Thinks that children ruin the marriage and causes conflict

But if you want children, he will only give you one, no more than that

Turns out that he kinda does like children but still doesn't want more because they're too much work

However, he still loves your child dearly don't worry

But he's immensely happy when your child leaves the house because he can have you all to himself again lmao

Overall, 88/10 husband (he'd be a better sugar daddy ldjgnsfaj)

Taglist (fill out this form or send in an ask!): @rintomoj @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup

(a/n: miche and jean's hcs were lowkey inspired by mama hobi's and amber's anons lmao also thank you so much Amber for helping with miche and kenny <3)

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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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Everyday, Miche “forgets” his wallet before leaving for work just so that he can run back home for a second goodbye kiss.

He peeks his head in through the door and smirks upon finding you standing right there - the little, brown leather pouch in your hand, and a knowing smile on your face; something that just never seems to get old.

He pulls you close by grabbing your hand under the pretext of taking it from you and steals a quick peck. Once he finally has what he returned for, he rushes back out to the car.

Oh, and he takes the wallet too.

A blissful routine.

#delightful crumbs #Happy birthday Miche!#miche zacharius headcanons #mike zacharius #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #miche zacharius fluff #miche zacharius x reader #mike zacharius x reader #miche x reader #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot imagines #snk imagines

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years ago

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TROPEY - event masterlist <3

So. Guys. Hey. It's been a while. Requests are sitting in my asks from like... four months ago (some even longer than that), my DSMP 'phase' (hyperfixation) is relatively dead, and I've slowly but steadily tumbled into the abyss known as anime and manga.

So that's what this event is about. It's celebrating new beginnings, new motivation, new ideas, and also, a new username (thus, the reason my moots are tagged).

The event is simple. Send in a request with a trope (any trope) and a character from one of the fandoms listed below, and I'll write a short-ish drabble (500+ words -> as high as 2000, potentially) for it. This event is on until the 20th of December, and requests will be answered by December 31st.

MASTERLIST:

[nothing yet]

LIMITS:

keep the requests exclusive to the below mentioned fandoms

mild nsfw is allowed, but I reserve the right to reject asks that I am uncomfortable writing

obviously, my previous boundaries apply as well

FANDOMS: (links are for summaries on fandom websites)

attack on titan

my hero academia

castlevania

romantic killer

SUGGESTED TROPES: (note that any are permitted)

one bed

knife to throat

drunken confessions

sex pollen

bang or die

FIRST KISS

huddle for warmth

HAVE FUN YALL PLS REQUEST

also im going from @wimbledonsoot to @xrwins (the cycle... it has finished :0)

(moot taggy time: @jadeissues @alyssys @aleenapallaz @mars-yknow @andwhentheworldendsthenwhat @beeindaclouds @fayeisuppose @the-ult-alpha-trans @on-the-outside)

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cloudy-leonhart · 4 years ago

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I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)

wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-

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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!

[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]

Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.

TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.

Theme: Fluff, canonverse.

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.

Erwin Smith

Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.

You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.

When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.

You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.

You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“

Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.

“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.

“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.

“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.

He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.

“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.

“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”

Levi Ackerman

Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.

He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...

He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.

In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)

You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.

See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.

So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.

Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.

You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.

“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”

A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.

“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.

Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.

Hange Zöe

Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.

I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.

It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious.

Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.

they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.

And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.

Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.

You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.

God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.

“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.

“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish.

“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.

“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.

“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them.

“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”

Miche Zacharias

Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous.

He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.

He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.

I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.

He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.

He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away.

One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.

Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter.

Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.

“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-”

“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche.

“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”

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holographicceo · 3 years ago

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Yes!! Got it! Okay, favorite way to wind down! I will always request Miche and Erwin because I love him but I really am interested in your take on the warriors too! Thank you! 😘

🥰 Self care time

Erwin loves to curl up with a book, a glass of scotch, and you tucked into his side. You bought him a fancy book stand like this

to use because you both love to read so much but sometimes can't stand not touching some part of each other. So when you're laying in bed he's got his book perched on this lap with one hand on the stand and that other wrapping around your waist as your reading your favorite book with your head resting on his upper arm and shoulder.

Miche loves to dance. Dancing as a way of winding down? Man loves some smooth jazz. He'll turn on his stereo, insist that vinyl is the best, and will pull you into his arms to dance the stress away. He loves when you pull him down to talk while you shift around in circles. He will spin you and dip you, and kiss you, then hold you close until he's thoroughly relaxed and then will sit on the couch with you in his lap and start a conversation about astro-physics.

Levi enjoys gardening. Has a room dedicated to plants. Major plant daddy because they don't require him to pick up poop. (He'll do it because he loves your pets but this is his hobby.) Has a small veggie garden as well because he does love seeing the fruits of his hard work go to good use. Will smile when he sees you cooking with the tomato's or making a salad with the cucumbers. He also makes small bouquets with the flowers from some of his plants for you. Leaves them on your pillow to come home to.

Hange loves pets. You guys have quiet the menagerie of animals. Not that you mind. Hange is S tier pet parent material. Will love going on walks with all your animals. Has leashed trained a cat before. You bought her a little backpack for the two birds you have. Will take a late night stroll around the park with you and your giant Dane to admire the way the stars look.

Reiner loves to cook and bake. His mom taught him how to cook from an early age so if she was working and he needed to eat he could. He took up baking on his own. Will bring you or leave you bake goods. He likes to try a new recipe weekly and wants you to taste test for him because you two have some of the weirdest conversations when he's not focused on other things.

Porco man loves his video games but he's not a COD kind of guy. He's a legend of Zelda or No man's sky kind of guy. He lives for the beautiful graphics of an immersive game like breath of the wild. Even better is if there's a multiplayer video game that you both enjoy. He likes the collaboration of working together to save the world. Will play board games and invite over Pieck and Reiner to play as well.

Pieck is secretly a talented makeup artist. Let her do your makeup and you'll be looking like a star. She loves skin care so she has the best routine. Will set up a spa in the bathroom for the two of you to do face masks and foot soaks.

Zeke is a writer. Has multiple journals with his thoughts and musings. Keeps a little sketch book as well to write and sketch. A lot of the time he loves watching you as he writes. You're his muse often times. He'll write poetry and draw a little sketch of you doing something mundane like sudoku. He'll sometimes leave a little rambling note in your jacket to find later in hopes it'll brighten his day.

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axoxtxhxh · 4 years ago

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You Saved Me - Chapter 1

Overall summary: Everyone loves Miche right? I hate that he never had the chance to grow as a character so I started writing a little story about what would happen if he didn’t die that day. So this is the first chapter. It wasn’t originally supposed to be the first chapter, but I’m impatient so hopefully the overall story is still good. Thanks for reading!

Chapter summary: Miche gets saved. Whoo-hoo!

Also, I am definitely not a doctor, but I looked up TONS of broken bones pictures and info in order to try to make this semi-realistic. Sorry to the doctors out there for messing this up!

Chapter 1

MichexFem!Reader Warning: Mentions death, broken bones, vomit, blood Word count: ~4,200

Y/N could hear Miche’s screams. She ducked down on her horse trying to move as fast as she could. She noticed the bigger, hairier titan approach him after it launched Miche’s horse. She was in the open field, but dipped behind the trees and houses when she saw the abnormals. She was so close now.

“Come on, Miche,” She said to herself. “Hang on just a bit longer.” She flew past the last set of houses and was preparing to round the corner just as the big titan turned the other way. She was taken by surprise and could have sworn she heard him speaking. There’s no way. She tried to pick up more speed as she fully rounded the corner, Miche in sight.

Miche was surrounded, the titans closing in. She wasn’t even sure she had enough space to squeeze in with her horse. Miche was pulling out his blade when she lowered her body as low as she could, leaning over her horse.

“Miche!” She yelled and he turned towards the sound, seeing Y/N racing towards him. She put out her arm and he reached up, grabbing it as they raced past the titans about to catch them, barely making it through. The titans all turned, following them.

He grabbed the back of her saddle and laid there, his stomach on the horse while his legs and arms dangled on either side.

“Shit! Fuck! Holy fuck!” He was yelling, confused that he somehow made it out alive. “I think I shit my pants.”

“Well we aren’t out of it yet.” She looked back, the titans were closing in again. She looked down at Miche, her stomach dropping. His leg was broken, worse than broken and he was losing a lot of blood. “What happened to your gear?”

“I…” He couldn’t think how to explain.

“Nevermind, you take over. I will take care of the titans.” She started to get up.

“No.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “Just go through the forest. We can lose them that way… Please.”

Y/N was confused why he was pleading with her, but she followed what he said and went through the forest. It was a lot harder for the bigger titans to follow and they lost the majority of them. A few smaller ones continued following after they made it out of the clearing, but soon they fell behind and Y/N and Miche were safe. Well, as safe as they could be. She headed towards the next set of trees for some cover and slowed down. She jumped off the horse and helped him down so they could catch their breath.

Miche fell to the ground and vomited. He was choking and breathing heavily his body trying to react through his emotional state. Y/N leaned down behind him placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Miche?” She rubbed his back a little. He turned around to face her, wiping his mouth. His eyes were red and pouring, tears falling all over his cheeks. He started panting, his breathing becoming quick and uneven, fighting a panic attack. He reached forward and pulled Y/N into his arms, squeezing her tightly. He sobbed uncontrollably into her stomach and she held him tighter, dropping to her knees so his head laid on her shoulder. “I—It’s okay, I got you… it’s going to be okay, Miche.”

“Thank you,” he whispered into her. “Thank you for coming for me.” She looked at him, not sure what to say. His eyes were still red, the dirt on his face made the tear stains stick out that much more.

“I…” She started, not knowing what to say. She could only watch him struggle to comprehend what had happened.

“If you hadn’t come...” He was crying again. “If you weren’t there… I could… I was going to be…” He bent over to the side on all fours, vomiting again. He struggled to breathe and Y/N continued rubbing his back until he was able to get himself up. She didn’t know what else she could do for him other than be there.

His breathing slowly returned to normal, but he stayed on all fours looking at the ground. Y/N was getting worried about staying in the same spot too long.

“You okay if we get back on the horse? We shouldn’t stay here much longer.” She looked around the woods, getting nervous.

“I think so.” He was completely lost in his head, eyes lidded, tears and dirt covering his face while spit was dripping from his mouth. Y/N reached up with her cape and wiped his mouth then used her hands to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. Miche held her hand at his face, sniffing her palm as he closed his eyes.

“I’m going to need your help getting you back up there.” She helped as he climbed up onto the horse. She again noticed how bad his leg was. We need to get you to a medic. She climbed up herself, sitting in front of him. They made their way back to the base. After 10 minutes of riding, Miche’s head laid bobbling on her shoulder, having either fallen asleep or passed out. Either way, she knew that if she didn’t get him to a hospital soon, he may not make it.

They were less than 80 miles from headquarters, but she wasn’t even sure if they could make it back there today. The sun was already starting to set in the sky and her horse was tired. She slowed down her riding to give herself time to think.

What do I do? I can stop riding here and give my horse a break, but Miche isn’t doing well. I can ride as long as the horse can go, but I don’t even know how long that will be. I can try to remember some of my medical training and try to fix Miche’s leg myself. She turned to look at his leg. Blood was starting to drip from his boot. Shit! I have to do something.

She pulled off to the side, taking slight cover between some trees and turned around to look at him. His face was pale and sweating.

“Miche.” She shook him. “Miche.” His eyes fluttered open and he looked around, eyes still unfocused. “Miche, I need to—”

He doubled over, leaning forward on her leg and grabbing the back of her jacket, groaning.

“My leg! Shit!” He was moaning and breathing heavily through his teeth.

“Miche. I have to try and stop the bleeding.” Y/N started. He lifted his head and moved it to her shoulder, shaking it. “I’m going to get off the horse. Can you hold yourself up?”

He waited there, unmoving for a while until he pulled his head off of her shoulder, leaning back a little. The front of his hair was soaked with sweat and his lips were turning white. She slowly lifted her leg over the front of the horse, trying to move him as little as possible. She slid herself down off the side and Miche sucked in air quickly as the horse shifted its legs to account for the weight change.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She rubbed the horse, trying to get him to settle. “Can you lift your good leg over to me? I can help if you need.”

“Wait! Wait!” He looked down, taking deep breaths. “I can do it.” His lips were tight, pursed together to muffle his groaning. Y/N watched as he turned to the side, slowly inching his leg over the horse.

“You’re going to need to turn around and lower yourself with your back to me.” Her hand was on his good thigh trying to reassure him. “I’ll lean over and you can slide onto my back. I’ll lower you down.”

“I’m too heavy,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about that.” The corner of her mouth curved a little. “I come from a family of tall men.” She turned around, leaning forward and giving him a seat to land. He turned himself around, wincing as his broken leg moved. He slowed his movements and reached down for her hip to stabilize his landing. Bit by bit, he gently lowered himself onto her and she slowly lowered herself to the ground until he was sitting. He leaned all the way onto his back and let out a deep sigh, taking deep, steady breaths. She watched him before pulling off her cape and tearing off some strips of fabric.

“This might hurt a little.” She warned. He looked at her, his eyes fully focused now, and nodded. She gradually worked the strips around his legs trying to move it as little as possible. He continued breathing deeply, his breath staggering out when she reached under his thigh.

She pulled the strips tight and tied a knot in the middle of his thigh. She quickly went back to the horse to grab her satchel of water and went back to him. She lifted his head and helped him drink some of the water.

“Thank you.” The cool water hitting his throat and cheeks felt good.

“I’m going to take your boots off.” She moved down to his legs, getting more nervous about the amount of blood he’s lost. She reached for the top of his boot.

“Please, go slowly.” He looked down at her and she nodded. She pulled from the top of his boot until it was lower than his knee and then grabbed the foot, sliding slowly. Miche groaned and she slowed the pulling, trying to keep it away from his leg as she continued sliding it off. A little further and the boot was off. His other leg wasn’t as bad, the boot coming off without any issues. She made quick work of the leather straps, setting them aside to use later.

“Can I get you anything?” She was back up at his face.

“I’m re—really co—ld.” His body started shivering and she grabbed what was left of her cape and laid that over him then removed her jacket and laid that on top of him as well. Looking down at his legs, she could see how bad the breaks were. His left leg was broken at his calf, twisting the lower part of his leg and his ankle was severely dislocated. His right leg had some deep cuts on it, but for the most part, it looked okay and since he was able to stand on it earlier, she wasn’t going to worry about it for now.

She took a deep breath and walked over to the trees, climbing up to the branches and pulling some of the smaller, but firmer ones loose. She broke them down to the length of his calf and went back to sit with him.

“This next part is going to hurt.” She looked down at him, her eyes serious and concerned. “A lot.” He looked at her, his eyes round. “You can bite down on this.” She gave him one of the sticks she brought back and he put it in between his teeth and nodded at her.

Back at his legs she was contemplating which bone to adjust first. The dislocated ankle might actually hurt less to realign and maybe she could use that as a buffer before straightening his tibia. Then again, moving his ankle will in turn move his tibia which will probably be just as painful. However, if she doesn’t move the ankle first, then the tibia might not line up properly anyway. Ankle it is.

She looked back up at him and rested her hands lightly on his heel and the side of his foot. She took a deep breath and as quickly as she could, jerked her hands pushing his ankle back in place with a snap. Miche cried out, his voice muffled by the stick in this mouth. Y/N quickly positioned her hands to readjust his calf and pushed it back in place and he let out a broken wail, his breathing becoming uneven and heavy. He brought his hand up to his forehead, tears flowing out onto the grass below him while his chest bounced up and down as he cried.

“That should be the worst of it.” She tried to comfort him while she placed the sticks in line around his calf and used his leather straps to tighten them which incited a small groan from him. She moved up to his face and saw that he was covered in sweat. She moved his wet bangs out of his eyes and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He looked over at her, his bottom lip curling as he unsuccessfully fought back what was coming.

She knew that look. She knew it all too well when she worked with the scout doctor in her younger years. It didn’t matter how tough you were, how manly you were, how many titans you could kill on your own, pain was pain. Based on Miche’s legs, he was in a lot of pain. He pushed his face into her knees, letting himself cry and she lowered herself more so he could rest his head in her lap.

She brushed his hair back as he pulled himself deeper into her lap, holding her hip and crying into her stomach. His breath was catching, stuttering from his crying and she looked down at him. His eyelashes tinted darker from being soaked with tears, he focused his attention on her belt loop, playing with it. His breath continued catching and she could feel herself losing it. She looked up quickly to blink back tears.

It’s not that she hasn’t seen anyone this bad. She’s seen way worse. She’s held onto men’s hands as they cry in pain and there was nothing she could do for them other than hold their hands feeling the grip weaken as their lives slowly drifted. But this was Miche. She rubbed at the tear stain on his cheek and he looked up at her. His eyes were red from crying, but the color was starting to return to his face and Y/N let out a sigh.

“How are you feeling?” She touched his cheek.

“Better actually.” He smiled lightly.

“Good enough to move?” At that his eyes widened, worrying. Y/N looked around. “It’s going to be getting dark soon. We can’t really stay here.”

She looked off into the distance, looking for anything to help them. A short way away looked to be some houses. She stood up, squinting her eyes to see better.

“It looks like there is a village or something that way. If we go now, we can move slowly and hopefully get there before it gets too dark.” She continued looking around for something to help carry Miche.

“I can get myself on the horse.” He said as if he could read what she was thinking.

“Are you sure? You’ve lost a lot of blood.” She looked back down at his legs. She needed to stitch up the wounds quickly.

“If we can get on the horse, we can get there faster.” He sat up and Y/N dropped down to him to help him. His head was spinning and his vision wobbly. He managed to stand up, his weight on his right leg. She did her best to prop him up and after a couple tries, they were able to get him on the horse. She quickly hopped on and they road to the houses.

It turned out there wasn’t a town, it was a couple houses next to each other, both of them vacant. They slowed down and surveyed the surrounding area. Everything looked okay. In fact, there was a working well in front of the house as well as the great cover the surrounding trees provided.

She hopped down and helped Miche. He was moving much better than before. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder and she helped him into the house. It wasn’t big, but they really didn’t need much. There was a bed in the corner and Y/N walked him over there first. There was a fireplace next to that with a small bathroom across from the bed. There was even a little kitchenette with some leftover supplies, she might be able to make them something to eat.

“I’m going to get some water and make sure we have enough firewood for the night.” She walked over to him. “Please rest a little bit.” He nodded, his eyes already half closed.

She went to the well, pulling up enough water for the kitchen and the bathroom, as well as filling up her water pouch. She pulled her horse around to the back of the house where a small cover gave him shelter and she filled up his water as well.

Having something to do was helping her. She was never the kind of person to sit and do nothing while people around her kept busy. Having something to do to take her mind off of their situation was exactly what she needed.

While in the back, she noticed there was some chopped firewood with an axe and Y/N grabbed those, bringing them all inside. She also saw a small patch of potatoes and some wild lettuce and grabbed some of those to make dinner. It was dusk now, the last bit of sunlight slowly disappearing as she worked on lighting a fire.

She chopped the potatoes and lettuce and put them in a pot with water, setting it on the fire. While that was boiling, she found some flour and tried to make a dough for bread, setting that near the fire to cook. It wasn’t the greatest, but it would do well enough.

“That smells good.” Miche was looking at her from the bed, smiling.

“Don’t even try to lie.” She smiled back, walking over and lifting the blankets to check on his legs. “I’m going to need to do those stitches. I found some first aid supplies in the bathroom. Are you okay if I do it now?” He nodded.

She grabbed the kit and started working, first cutting his pants up until the knot she created earlier. It was a little harder now that the splint was on, but most of the lacerations were on his thigh and knee and didn’t look as bad now that his leg was realigned. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had to do this, but the motions came back quickly.

“The stitching and bone stuff, did you learn it from when you studied medicine?” He questioned, looking down at her while she worked. She nodded. “How old were you?”

“I started studying when I was 14.” She told, not looking up from her work. “I did it for about seven years. I was working with a doctor who worked with the military so I saw a lot of these kinds of breaks and cuts.”

“I guess I have twice as much luck as I thought I did.” He laughed. “What made you stop then? seven years is already a big commitment.”

“I decided to join the scouts because I was tired of losing people.” She sighed. “By the time a lot of the soldiers came to us, they were too far gone. I thought if I joined the scouts, I could stop people from dying before they reached the doctor.”

“That’s…” Miche watched her concentrate. He thought of all the people she must have seen, the different and terrible conditions the soldiers came to her in. Most of the citizens never see the horrific situations and deaths that the scouts encounter, but Y/N did, every day. Yet she still took the responsibility, putting herself in danger so more people wouldn’t die.

“Last one.” She moved quickly through the final small cut and covered him back up. “Obviously, it’s not perfect. You should still see a doctor, but it’s good enough to get us there.”

“Thank you.” He said, resting his hand on hers and she smiled.

She went to the kitchen to grab two bowls and poured soup for them both along with her attempted bread.

“This isn’t too bad.” He said after eating a spoonful of soup. “Better than the mess hall food.”

“I will take that compliment.” She took a bite of bread, dry flour coating her mouth and she swallowed hard trying to get it down.

“It’s like if the mess hall food was shit, this is shit’s cuter younger brother.”

“Ah-ha so you are feeling better.” She chuckled with him.

“But really, it’s not bad.” He kept eating. “So where exactly are we?”

“I honestly don’t know. I thought this was going to be a small town, but it’s just two random empty houses.” She thought about their luck. “It’s nice that it has basically everything we needed. We’re about 50km West of headquarters. So if we leave early enough, we should be able to get to HQ tomorrow afternoon.”

“Well I am feeling a lot better.” He started. “Seriously, after fixing my legs, resting and eating. I might be able to get myself up on that horse tomorrow without any help.”

“Slow down cowboy,” She cautioned, “I’m pretty sure based on the swelling, your right leg is also broken. It was necessary you walk on it for us to get here, but I really recommend you do as little as possible on your feet.”

“Well then how am I supposed to pee?” He joked.

“You don’t want to know.” She said coyly, taking a sip of her water. Miche finished his food and Y/N scooped another bowl for him. “Eat more.”

They stayed quiet for a little as they finished their food. Y/N poured a second bowl for herself and a third one for Miche before taking both bowls and putting them in the kitchen and washing up.

“For a second I thought you were going to force me to eat a fourth bowl.” He laughed.

“I should have.” She added more wood to the fire. “But I want to make sure you have some for tomorrow morning.”

“Well I’m glad for that.”

“Why’s that? You actually looking forward to the taste?” She teased.

“I wasn’t kidding about me having to pee and I’m not sure the plan.”

She sat on the bed next to him trying to think about how to go about telling him. He honestly wasn’t going to like either idea, but maybe if she painted one of them as better, he wouldn’t feel so bad about it.

“Well there is an ideal option and a not-so-ideal option.” She counted on her fingers. “Ideal option: I piggy back you into the bathroom and set you on the toilet.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad.” She smiled at her plan working.

“That’s why it’s ideal, but it’s also the most painful because you’re going to have to move.”

“Let’s start with that one.”

“I figured you would say that.” She pulled off the covers and helped him slide to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to let you move yours legs and I will just help guide.”

“What does that even mean?” He started sliding his left leg off the bed, keeping his knee straight. He barely got the back of his knee to the edge of the bed before he was panting. “Shit.” He tried to move it again and winced, sucking air through his teeth. “I can’t… I can’t…Can you grab it?”

Y/N put her hands under his ankle and under his knee and guided his leg back to the bed. Miche was taking deep breaths, his face already sweating. He shook his bangs out of his eyes.

“Do you want to try turning around? Maybe lowering your right leg first for balance?” Y/N suggested and he nodded. She helped turn him around and he started lowering his right leg, getting it on the floor easily.

“Okay, that was much better.” He planted his foot firmly on the ground. “Can you help lift my other leg and I’ll stand up?”

She moved around the side and put her hands under his knee and ankle again, lifting as he tried to stand up. The second he put weight on his right leg, pain shot straight up from the fracture in his leg and he cried out.

“No, no.” He sat back down. “It’s not going to work.”

“Why don’t you try just climbing my back so your leg doesn’t touch the ground at all?” She turned around and bent down a little to let him climb. “Get on.”

“This is so stupid.” He positioned himself to face her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling himself up a little. Lifting his right leg to her hip, she held on from behind his knee and he started to lift his left leg, but it started aching and he sat back down. “I can’t. Sorry, maybe tomorrow I will be able to. It’s too much right now.”

“It’s fine.” She lowered him down and walked to the kitchen. He set himself back in the bed, with his back against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

“So I guess we’re going with the not-so-ideal option.” He told her as she came back from the kitchen. “What is it anyway?”

His eyes widened, his mouth fell open and sweat starting to form on his face as he looked at what Y/N was holding. She was smiling at him.

“Please no.” He shook his head at the cup Y/N was dangling in front of him.

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