#mikenana

[lordirrelevant]

Another alternative ending (everyone lives, nobody dies) 😈

Based off: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49372111/chapters/124590442

[padawan-carol]

I never finished this fanart lol

[lying-on-floors]

Do I think Attack On Titan characters (in my modern AU) cuddle...

JSCM Squad:

Connie: Yes, absolutely. He will end up on top of whoever he's sharing a bed with.

Sasha: Same as Connie. When they have sleepovers, they always end up cuddling.

Jean: He wouldn't admit to it, but yeah. He loves to cuddle.

Marco: He's not an avid cuddler, but he doesn't object to it.

Headcanon: They have sleepovers often, and Connie and Sasha always end up on the bed with Marco and Jean. They just have a huge cuddle pile that typically ends in Marco pushing everyone off of him since he wakes up first.

EMA Trio

Mikasa: Yes.

Eren: He will say he hates to cuddle, but then melts into any hug he gets.

Armin: Not really. He will push someone off of him.

Headcanon: They are a codependent as fuck polycule. And all have to share a bed. Mikasa is the big spoon, and she will throw her body over the other two. Eren accepts it, and Armin can tolerate it for so long. Eren sleeps in the middle.

RBA Trio

Bertholdt: Not really. If he ends up cuddled to someone, he's not going to actively get out of it, but he sleeps weird as fuck, so it can be a toss up.

Reiner: When he was younger, no. As he's gotten older, loves it. His frontal lobe developed and he got clingy.

Annie: No.

Headcanon: Reiner always ends up wrapped around Bertholdt, whose in some weird ass sleeping position, and Annie takes pictures of them because it makes her laugh.

Yumihisu

Ymir: Only with Historia.

Historia: Only with Ymir.

Headcanon: They're always so cuddlely with each other that people are suprised when they try to hug them and they tense up.

The Vets

Levi: Yes. He will shove himself into someone's side.

Erwin: Not particularly, but he doesn't object.

Hanji: Yes. Like Connie and Sasha, they end up on top of whoever they're sharing with.

Moblit: He's not an avid cuddler, but he's pretty tolerant. He likes the weight when Hanji ends up on top of him, it's grounding.

Miche: Only with Nanaba.

Nanaba: Yes.

Headcanon: They all deal with insomnia and nightmares from being in the army, so they end up on long group phone calls until they fall asleep.

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This doesn't have every character, I know, but that is exhaustive.

P.s. I love to cuddle and I have been deprived 😭 so this is me dealing with that.

Eremikaaru polycule is so dear to me but I don't think it's super popular. Unless it is.

Also, the vets all met during their stint in the army. Since they were the only ones from their group to come back alive, they became really close.

[natsuki208]

Miche while on a survey corps mission:

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Miche while with Nanaba and Oscar:

[madebydun]

Mikenana prompt for potatoaren (twt) for Gotcha for Gaza AOT event :3 Gotchas are fandom events where people donate money to Palestinian fundraisers and in return they may request a prompt for a fic or a drawing from volunteering artists 🍉

[sof-t2611]

gelgar drags them out to the tavern as soon as the are off-duty

nanaba doesn't hold alcohol well-

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 11: A Secret and a Proposal

Synopsis: After the reveal of Erwin’s secret, came his crude proposal.

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader, Erwin Smith/Marie

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean, slow burn, infidelity

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Wordcount: 1.3k

5:00, the clock reads. Erwin sighed and rested his back on his chair, it’s out time. Most people would cheer at this hour, happy to end yet another tiring day at work, but Erwin? He’s different. After he got married almost a year ago, things have been very different for him. He started to become more irritable. He started to become uncomfortable with many things, places. He started to dread the thought of going home.

The quiet opening of his office door made Erwin sit up. ��Good afternoon, Mister Smith. Do you still need some papers done today?” Eren asked. “No, Eren. You may take your leave.” And with that, he excused himself and exited Erwin’s office. Just when Erwin was about to rest his back again, his door, once again, opened.

“Oi Erwin, we’re gonna go out for dinner, you comin’?” Levi asked upon entering. Behind him were Hange, Mike, and Nanaba. “ERWWWIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN, come with us!! You didn’t go the last time. You should join us and have (Y/N) come too.” Hange not-so-quietly said.

Erwin, Levi, Hange, Mike, and Nanaba has been friends since high school. In college, Levi and Hange started dating, so did Mike and Nanaba. Erwin dated someone too back then, but due to his father’s debt, he decided not to make their relationship last long. Hange and Nanaba was unaware of Erwin’s circumstance so the reason for their breakup remained a mystery for them.

In present time, they all work together in Erwin’s company. They figured that having Erwin as a boss would be better than someone else bossing them around. Levi and Hange have been married, and so is Mike and Nana. On the day of Erwin’s wedding, he contemplated hard whether to have the two women know, but since he can’t really hide it for long, Erwin made the story of meeting (Y/N) online a few months ago. He discussed things with her beforehand in which (Y/N) understood and played along. On the day of the wedding was when they met (Y/N). It was pretty casual with Levi and Mike, Nanaba and Hange on the other hand, was overjoyed. They were really happy for Erwin to finally marry, “and to a pretty, nice woman too!” As Hange said. Ever since then, Nanaba and Hange would always invite Erwin to hang out with them and of course, have (Y/N) go with him.

Erwin sighed, “I’m afraid I can’t right now, Hange.”

“What? Why??” Hange asked.

“I still have some papers to finish and-”

“Oh, come on. We’ll help you finish ‘em.” Hange insisted.

“Yep.” Nanaba shortly said.

“I really can’t. I’m also not feeling like going out.” Erwin replied.

Hange sighed, there’s really not helping it. “We’ll go now then, good luck rotting in your office.” Levi bluntly said and waved goodbye to Erwin. Hange and Nanaba exited the office, feeling defeated. Mike was the last one to leave, and just when he was about to go, he looked back at Erwin and asked, “You sure you’re not going?”

“I am very sure, Mike. Thanks for asking.”

“Alright.” And then he left.

After everyone left, Erwin rested his head on his hands, covering his face. He stayed like that for quite a while before he felt the door open once again. He sighed and tiredly looked at the person who entered, but as soon as he saw who it was, his expression immediately changed.

“Hey. Going home?” His visitor asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Marie…”

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“(Y/N)– shit-” Erwin cursed. This is it, he’s fucked. Or no… We’ll see.

(Y/N) averted her gaze, deciding to look down on the papers instead and start picking them up. Erwin hurriedly backed away from Marie and pulled his pants up. Marie on the other hand, pulled her skirt down from her waist and fixed herself.

After picking up the papers, (Y/N) hurriedly walked away from the scene. She doesn’t know what to do, how to react and what to feel. A wave of emotions washed over her; shock, disappointment, sadness, anger? She doesn’t know. She stepped inside the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. Her heart is beating fast and its making her head spin. The feeling is sickening, it makes her nauseous. The fact that she’s inside an elevator going down didn’t help.

The sound of the elevator ding gave (Y/N) a tinge of relief. She took a deep breath and stepped out. (Y/N) took notice of the empty front desk. ‘It’s already dark out and Miss Petra had probably go home. I mean, it’s strange enough that she’s still here at this hour.’ (Y/N) thought. She tried her best to keep Erwin out of her mind for now, and its slightly working.

She made her way out of the building and waited for a taxi. After giving the driver her address, (Y/N) sighed and rested on the backseat. She looked outside the window and before she knew it, tears ran down her face. ‘I should’ve known… I should’ve known, I should’ve known, I should’ve known! Am I really that unlikable?’ Countless thoughts plagued (Y/N)’s mind. She covered her face and sobbed on her hands, trying to hide the shame that she’s feeling. Ugh, it’s sickening, it’s making her nauseous.

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(Y/N) arrived at Erwin’s house, the place that she’s been living in for the past months. She trudged her way inside and proceeded to the kitchen. Her tears have dried on her face, and she needed to drink water. Shaky hands guided the water-filled glass to her dried lips, and she took a small sip. Before she finished drinking the glass of water, she heard the front door open. Erwin’s here. Footsteps were heard as he walked through the hall. Soon, (Y/N) felt Erwin’s gaze at her.

The silence was deafening. She’s still looking at the glass, afraid of looking Erwin in the eyes after what she just saw. She just saw– She just saw Erwin sleeping with someone else. She just saw him cheating on her.

“I–” (Y/N) started. “I can’t believe you’d do that to me…” she said, still looking down.

“Did what exactly?” Erwin asked. (Y/N) was taken aback. Her gaze immediately met Erwin’s.

“You– You’re– You’re cheating on me.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Is it really cheating when we have nothing to begin with?” Erwin said, shattering (Y/N)’s feelings. He’s right. There’s nothing between them anyways so why is she upset?

(Y/N) was left speechless. Her mouth opened but she closed them once again. There was nothing to say. It is true. What Erwin said is true. She has no rights getting upset about him having someone else. Sure she’s his wife but that was only because of an agreement, nothing else. (Y/N) felt so stupid, how could she not see this coming? She was too occupied with her role as Erwin’s wife and too busy exploring this new life that she has.

Erwin’s clearing of his throat pulled (Y/N) out of her thoughts. “Since we do have nothing, I’m proposing an open marriage with you. It’s more convenient for us. I’ll be with someone else and so can you.”

“W-what?”

“There will only be a few rules that both of us must follow strictly. First and foremost, no one else other than the two of us were to know about this. We both have an image to maintain and I cannot afford to be involved on a scandal. Second, practice safe sex. You cannot get pregnant by someone else, and I cannot get someone else pregnant. Third, whomever you get involved with must know about your predicament. This will help in maintaining the two first rules, that’s all.” Erwin stated before excusing himself.

(Y/N) stayed in the kitchen motionless for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just happened. She quickly finished her glass of water before finally standing up. She made her way upstairs and upon entering hers and Erwin’s shared bedroom, she saw Erwin on his side of the bed, already sleeping. She stared at him for a while before proceeding to her closet. She took a pair of pajamas and went to the bathroom to clean herself. After that, she slowly lied down on the bed and faced her night stand. She kept herself as far from Erwin as possible and finally she succumbed to sleep. It has been a tiring day…

[lostcauses-noregrets]

This may be the silliest question you have been asked, but after watching the anime, I really did not see many Mike X Nanaba moments. Where does this ship stem from?? lol

No such thing as a silly question Anon! :) A lot of it does stem from the fandom, but the ship’s not entirely without basis.  It’s true that Mike and Nanaba don’t have a huge amount of interaction in canon.  Their most significant scene is the one on the rooftop which appears in both the manga and the anime. 

They do appear in a few other scenes, including  Erwin’s devastating mountain of corpses, Hange’s reminiscence of the veterans around the campfire, and Levi’s final farewell to his comrades.  

If you look beyond the manga and anime to the supplementary materials such as the games, Junior High and official art from WIT Studio you’ll see Mike and Nanaba paired up more often.  This is particularly the case when all the veterans appear together; Erwin and Levi, Hange and Moblit, Mike and Nanaba.  My absolute favourite Veterans art is this one, which if you look closely appears to be a page from a sketch book, most likely Moblit’s. 

I also love this beach art from WIT. 

There are also cute little details from Isayama’s Q&A in Bessatsu Shonen magazine where he’s said that Mike likes Nanaba’s smell best because she smells fruity. I haven’t read Junior High (the shame) but according to Mike and Nanaba’s entry in the Shipping Wiki, Mike is besotted with Nanaba’s cooking.

So yeah, the ship is pretty tenuous in canon but that really doesn’t matter.  The amazing thing about shipping is that you don’t have to be bound by canon, the only limitation is your sordid imagination! 

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi Terra Darling ❤️

Festive fic request with prompt number 6 "family invited an old crush/first love to a dinner party" for Levihan

My headcanons for this prompt:

Hange or Hange's family invites Zeke to a dinner party & Levi is far from happy OR fed up by Levi being single for a long time, Kuchel invites Hange to a dinner party OR Levi or Hange or their family invites an old crush (Zeke/Erwin/Petra, pick one) & it turns out they both used to date him/her lol OR you come up with your own because it will be amazing whatever you decide!!

Happy holidays 🎄❄️

Now or Never (Part 2) Characters: Levi x Petra; Levi x Hange; Mike x Nanaba Word Count: 2188 words

The dining room lay almost bare. No photographs adorned the walls; their ornaments were still wrapped in paper, stored in boxes upstairs. Even the low, wooden dining table didn’t quite suit this new room.  As he sipped his wine Levi considered how it had once sat in Mike and Nanaba’s old flat, centrally occupying the square-shaped space. The table still proudly displayed the tiny tree which Hange had bought for the couple as a flat-warming present over a year ago. Of course, they had never planned to live there forever. This new dining room was longer and in want of furniture to fit it. Its walls were a pale, non offensive shade of magnolia - the exact choice of homeowners intending to cover over the marks - the mistakes - they had once made before moving on. Mike was pouring refills into their glasses. Levi placed a hand over his whilst, beside him, Petra quietly accepted.

“Come on…” Mike urged, “you’re getting the train back right?”

“I’ll take a tea instead.”

“We’ll put the kettle on after dinner.”

Reluctantly, he removed his hand.

“This it then?” Levi’s eyes shifted to the empty seat beside Mike. Of course, if they had been expecting more than two guests, then there would be a fifth floor cushion set out. Despite his uncertainty, Levi’s shoulders relaxed a little. He had experienced the same gnawing sensation when he and Petra had arrived at their house. Removing their shoes at the door, Levi had glanced down to see several discarded pairs beside theirs. He had assumed that someone had arrived before them, only to discover that they were the first.

“Yeah,” Mike replied, “Hange got caught up with an assignment as usual. Something about a deadline.” 

Levi exhaled through his nose. He doubted that very much.

His hand brushed Petra’s shoulder with renewed reassurance as Nanaba appeared in the doorway. The fragrant scent of spices seemed to waft after her.

“The rice will be done in five minutes,” she announced. “Hope you guys are hungry!” “Can’t wait,” Levi commented, “... and nice place you’ve got here. What’s it like living somewhere with two floors?”

“Ah you know, it’s better than being cooped up in the flat.” Nanaba shared a sentimental glance with Mike. “We’ll miss it… but this is better. Even if we’ve got some decorating to do!”

She smiled over at Petra, who was nodding along politely despite not having been part of this previous era… an era of small apartments, of Mike and Nanaba as university graduates… of Levi and… Hange.

“So, how was your holiday? Where did you say you-” Nanaba frowned, reaching over to grab her phone from the side table. “Sorry - hold that thought. Hello?” 

“It was so beautiful…. and just nice to spend time with family you know?” Petra continued to address Mike in Nanaba’s absence. “I’m sorry that I missed out on your New Year’s party though! I heard it was a fun night…”

Levi took a long sip of his wine.

“I don’t know if you’d call it much of a party,” Mike chuckled, “Nana and I were asleep just after midnight so we missed the excitement… guess you’ll have to ask Levi.”

“Hange’s outside!” Nanaba reappeared just as Levi knocked his glass sharply against the table. “Apparently they made their deadline after all.”

There came the sound of a door closing, followed by footsteps in the hall. Petra gave Levi’s arm a little squeeze. He smiled at her in response, though with a warmth which did not quite reach his eyes.

Voices echoed outside; Hange fawning over the staircase and laughing with Nanaba about the previous owner’s choice of carpet. Levi’s jaw set. Then, both of them emerged in the doorway.

“Evening!” Hange beamed around at them. Briefly, their eyes met Levi’s before they glanced away. “Sorry for almost flaking!”

“Why quit the habit of a lifetime?” Mike teased. Levi reached for his wine again. His mouth felt parched; his tongue lay heavy and useless. He craved water - something hydrating - rather than more alcohol.

“Nice to see you again Petra.” Hange gave a little bow of their head as Nanaba dragged another floor seat over to the table. “Heard you’ve just come back from your travels! Was it a good trip?”

“Oh yes, it was so beautiful and relaxing. The new year is the best time to go…”

Levi listened intently to Petra’s story for a second time, refusing to allow his eyes to stray from her face. 

“...but it’s a shame I couldn’t spend New Year’s with you guys.”

Casually, Hange picked up the glass of wine which Mike had just poured. 

“Oh you know, it was a quiet one in the end. Nothing much happened.”

Levi stared at them, utterly astounded by their nonchalance on the subject. 

“Mike said you were all asleep just after midnight!”

“Well, Levi and Hange were up, weren’t you? Mike said he heard you both-” Nanaba walked in with a pot of steaming rice, just as Levi’s floor seat lurched out.

“Whoa!” Petra turned to her left. “Levi, what’s the hurry?”

“Seat got caught on the rug,” he lied. His eyes flew to Hange’s face who appeared quite composed by comparison. They blew out a little sigh as they lifted their glass again.

Nanaba set down the pot of rice. “No jogging the table. I’ve slaved away at this!”

Mike raised his eyebrows as Nanaba began serving heaped spoons onto plates. Petra received hers gratefully. Levi was just thankful to have something to occupy his hands.

“This smells amazing…” Hange praised her. “I love curry rice!”

“So… you had a late night, huh Levi?” Not to be deterred, Petra had rerouted from Hange’s interjection to their earlier conversation. She grinned at Levi expectantly over her plate of food. As he opened his mouth to explain, Mike cut in with a rumble of low laughter.

“Oh yeah… took him years but he finally got Hange where he’d always wanted them.”

Levi dropped his plate on the table, spilling rice onto its wooden surface

“Yeah…” Mike continued as Petra’s head whipped round, “...never thought we’d see the day, but there the two of them were, getting busy-”

Horrified, Levi willed Petra to look away from him as he frantically tried to scrape up rice grains from the wooden tabletop. He could feel her eyes on him; the more she stared, the more the tips of his ears burned. 

“- at the sink.” Mike took a large spoonful of rice and curry, savouring its flavour alongside his own unendurable comedy. “Who would have thought you’d finally get Hange to wash a plate?”

Hange’s forced laugh was lost in the more genuine giggles from Nanaba and Petra. Although the threat which had been silently hanging over Levi had not fallen yet, he could still feel it swaying over his head. He set his spoon down on the side of his plate and let his trembling hand fall into his lap. 

“...yeah, I heard you doing the dishes,” Mike explained as the laughter around the table died away, “...at like, four in the morning.”

“Well, a little cleaning up is the least you guys could do, seeing as you all insisted on staying at my place,” Levi muttered bitterly.

“You know we appreciated you sharing your floor with us!” Nanaba sighed, widening her eyes.

“...and some of us even got to share your bed,” Mike teased Levi again with a hearty wink.

“Gunther,” Levi told Petra automatically.  He reached for his wine again. By this point, he was going to need several refills to endure the rest of the evening.

“...I’m guessing he wasn’t who you really wanted sleeping next to you that night… huh, Levi?” Nanaba joined in, much to Petra’s delighted ‘shh-ing!’

Levi waved away their jokes again, his mouth twisted as though he was being forced to chew on tiny white grubs rather than rice. As he lifted his head he caught Hange’s eye again… and held their look. 

This was dangerous. 

That same rising dread intensified; remained suspended over Levi as he continued doggedly through one of the most excruciating dinners of his life. And yet, there was something which threatened to consume him whole; a feeling caught halfway between fear and fascination. Like oil and water, his conflicted emotions lay beside one another; equal parts danger and desire. They could never be reconciled, but only hold firmer in the presence of one another. Ever since New Year’s, something had started to take form… something that any and all other distractions hadn’t managed to douse…

Levi felt the brush of gentle fingers on his wrist. Petra was smiling at him. He closed his hand over hers, watching as their fingers lay entwined upon his knee. He couldn’t look at Hange again.

“What was it you said that night, Levi?” Nanaba continued, “just this once, then then never again?”

Levi’s thumb stroked over Petra’s knuckles as his mind drifted back to that night. He didn’t want to remember the warmth of the blanket enclosed around his body and Hange’s. He didn’t want to breathe in their scent; to feel the heat lifting from their cheeks; to have his throat run dry as they drew towards him…

“Levi, we can sleep here and never talk about this again. Or…”

Back in the present, Levi squeezed Petra’s hand.

“And I meant it…” he managed huskily, “...you guys can stay at a hotel next time.”

In part it was due to his own habit, but also out of a desire to extract himself from the table, as Levi took up their empty plates. He carried the dishes out to the kitchen and set them beside the sink. For a moment he gazed through their kitchen window at the view of Mike and Nanaba’s new neighbourhood. Rows of detached, two-storey houses stood adorned with gleaming windows and wooden balconies. The pair of them had taken the next step of their journey… their wedding was to follow in a few months…

Behind him there came the tinkling of glass and the sound of a door closing. Levi glanced over his shoulder.

“Um… just getting more wine.” Hange lifted the bottle they had taken from the fridge. Levi uttered a throaty sound halfway between a cough and a derisive snort.

“Sure as fuck you weren’t coming to wash these up…” Levi glowered at them until Hange took a step closer. They set their glass down beside Levi’s stack of plates. Through the open door and across the hall they could both hear the chatter of the other guests.

Levi turned away and began to run the water. Behind, Hange poured a little more wine into their glass. He couldn’t help but turn his head again. Hange was checking the label as they set the bottle down. With a sigh Levi lifted a plate and sank it into the dishwater, missing Hange’s eyes as they moved over him.

“Levi… do you want…”

He shifted around again to look at them. His mouth dried up before he could speak. He took in Hange’s broad shoulders beneath their white shirt; the deep, rich brown of their imploring eyes… There was always something so earnest, so fearless in their expression.

Levi’s eyes remained upon their face.

“...I’ll leave the bottle here.” They turned to leave the room, but stopped after taking a step. When they spoke again, their tone was low, conspiratorial.

“You know I won’t say anything, right…?” 

Levi felt a ripple of tension travel down his arms. His hand seized up; the brush he was holding clattered onto the kitchen floor.

“Anyway, nothing happened that night…” Hange gave a little laugh without a trace of humour in it, “...after all, you made it pretty clear what you wanted.”

Slowly, they began to approach him.

“Just like I have to… right now.” Hange was smiling at him, a gentle blush dusting their cheeks. “You know when it’s your shot right? Now or never…”

The air itself lay thick and heavy. Levi was rooted to the spot, his mind clouded with them as they took another step. Oil and water. They couldn’t-  Petra was seated in the next room, laughing with their friends.

Again, he remembered the blanket that had embraced them as they lay together on his couch. Levi could feel their warm breath on his mouth. It was just the two of them under night’s black canopy, threaded with the lights of a million stars. Whilst the rest of the world had slept, they had lain so closely together… they had almost…

“So Levi…” 

Hange’s lip trembled before their jaw set. Behind their glasses, their eyes were glazed with a love so profound that it took Levi’s breath away. 

“If I told you now that… despite it all… bad timing, lack of communication, people and work and life getting in the way… despite my initial hypothesis and all the test runs in my head… my findings are still the same.”

Hange took a shuddering breath.

“You are all I ever wanted. That’s… what I’ve decided.”

He felt their fingers trace his shirt sleeve.

“...what about you, Levi?”

Part 1: Now or Never (NSFW)

[thena0315]

[yourlocalmeta1head]

My Aot Ships !SPOILERS!

EreMika (Eren x Mikasa) omg do I even need to elaborate? First of all THE FACT THAT MIKASA LOOKS PRETTIER WHEN ITS IN ERENS POV? And not to mention the fact that in episode 12 Ian even says to Mikasa 'defend your boyfriend' in sub and in dub he said 'go save the man you love' also when Eren asked Mikasa what he is to her it was obious he wasnt wanting the answer "your my family" AND THE FACT THAT THEY KISSED IN THE FINAL EPISODE

NicoSasha (Niccolo x Sasha) LITTERALLY CANNON BUT ISAYAMA HATES LOVE APARENTLY. Niccolo looked mesmerised and looked so inlove while blushing when he saw Sasha CRYING over how good his food was. Omg and the way he reacted when his conrad called Sasha a 'filth blooded potato grubbing devil' MY MAN WAS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE and when he said "What is this brat someone specil to you? Is that why he tried to protect you earlier? You care about him huh? Well I used to care about someone too! A DIRT BLOODED ELDIAN! A DECENDENT OF DEVILS! THE WOMAN WHO ENJOYED THE FOOD I COOKED MORE THAN ANYONE ID EVER MET BEFORE! She saved me from this shitty ass pointless war... she showed me that the person I ment to be as a man who brings people happiness through his cooking... that was Sasha Braus... she was amzing. AND YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!" OMG LIKE HOW CAN YOU HEAR HIM SAY THAT AND NOT THINK ITS CANNON?!

AurEtra (Ouro x Petra) OMG ISAYAMA LITTERALLY SAID THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED! Also I noticed that they argue very much like a couple. sorry i dont have much to say about this ship. I just really like it.

MikeNana (Miche x Nannaba) Ok listen. This isn't a mega huge ship I have I just think its really cute. Also everytime Miche and Nannaba interact omg its adorable. Thats about it.

KenUri (Kenny x Uri) THE WAY THEY INTERACTED WITH EACHOTHER OMGGG now I dont this its super inlove. I just think they were atleast a little inlove with eachoter. THEY ARE SOULMATES AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Also in the OFFICIAL AOT GUIDE BOOK THIS IS A CONVERSATION ISAYAMA HAD WITH AN INTERVEIWER Interviewer: "So he (Kenny) thought id he eliminated Uri, the world would become right again. But he lost the fight." Isayama: "Kenny's way of judging value is: 'The strong are in the right', and so for that reason he was attracted to Uri." LIKE OMG HE LITTERALLY SAID KENNY WAS ATTRACTED TO URI! (and no one say "oh well he wouldn't make Kenny be intrested in men" when Yumir and Historia are LITTERALLY CONFERMINED LESBIANS.

YumiHisu (Yumir x Historia) This is gonna be short because it's obious this ship is cannon. Yumir always telling Historia "You are so gonna have to marry me after all this shit is over!" When Historia was with Yumir after the tower fell. The way they looked at eachother. The fact that Historia was more worried about Yumir than anything when Reiner and Bertolt reveled their titans and took Eren and Yumir. WHEN YUMIR SAID TO REINER AND BERTOLT "You guys have no idea what it's like. She knows what a shitty person I am, but she still smiles at me. I can't..." THE FACT THAT HISTORIA TOLD YUMIR "I will always be your ally" EVEN AFTER YUMIR BASICALLY ATE HER. HISTORIA PROTECTING YUMIR WHEN MIKASA ALMOST KILLED HER TO SAVE EREN! WHEN HISTORIA SAID "But with Yumir gone I've lost my purpose. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore." OMG NOT TO MENTION THE LETTER?! 'To my dear Historia, as I write this Reiner's standing at my side. He knows this is a love letter, but he's still sneaking peaks. Honestly, it's no wonder the creep's still single. That said.. he did give me his word that he'd deliver this letter to you. He says he owes me for the time I doubled back to save him. I'm sorry about then... I never would've imagined myself choosing those two.. over you... I'm going to die soon. But... I'll die without regrets. Or that's what I'd like to say. Truth is... I do have one. It's that I never got to marry you. With Love, Yumir' I MEAN HOW CAN YOU READ THAT AND NOT SHIP THEM?!

MobuHan (Moblit x Hange) OMG MOBLITS PRTECTIVENESS AND THE WAY HES SO PACIENT WITH THEM! He's always trying to protect them. AND HOW THEY INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER! M: "I don't think thats the way you want to talk to the leader of our whole regiment" H: "SHUT UP >:( AS I WAS SAYING" ALSO THIS MOMENT. M: "PLEASE DONT GO ALONE! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!" AND MOBLITS LITTLE "STOPPPP!" WHEN HANGE RODE AWAY! H: "dont try to call me bluff" M: "Please dont!"

[pickalilywrites]

After reading that Oluo vs Gelger drinking competition, could you do a modern version of one? Where they're all college students on a holiday vacation together. Pairings: Rivetra, Mikenana, Eld x his fiancée

wow, i wrote that one like 5 years ago. it was fun to kind of revisit and write an au of a fic i've written, haha. thanks!

that's the holiday spirit!

scouting legion veterans. eld x fiancee. mikenana. rivetra. college au. 1690 words. read on ao3.

“Alright, let’s get this competition underway!” Abel announces with a huge grin. His cheeks are flushed from the many cups of spiked hot chocolate he had downed earlier. In his hands he has a large bottle of peppermint Smirnoff that hasn’t been opened yet. He shakes it a bit before making of show of twirling it around by its neck only to nearly drop it on the floor. Luckily, he catches it at just the last second. “Wow, it’s a good thing I didn’t drop it!”  

“Oh, stop the theatrics and let’s just get this started already!” Hanji calls. They pushes Moblit towards the table where the participants will be drinking. “Come on, Moblit! Let’s go! You can win this!” 

Like everyone else, Moblit’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glassy. He stumbles on over towards the table. Strangely, his expression isn’t fierce or determined like his competitors. Rather, he seems like he wants to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Shouldn’t we have started this when we were all sober? Some of us have drank more than others at this point. I don’t think it’s a fair competition.” Despite all the drinks Moblit has polished off so far, he’s impressively coherent. 

“Are you trying to back out of this, Berner?” Auruo accuses. He squints as he points at someone that he thinks is Moblit but is really Erwin. Gunther gently guides his friend’s finger towards where Moblit is standing. 

Gelgar lets out what he must think is a threatening laugh but what sounds like a strangled gurgle. “I can outdrink everyone no matter how many drinks I’ve had!” he chortles, but he sways where he stands and Nifa has to hold him upright lest he collapse on the floor.  

“Let’s just get this over with,” Moblit mutters. He’s the only one of the participants that seems to have control of his limbs. It’s clear who the winner will be even though the competition hasn’t even started. 

Everyone cheers as Abel pours the vodka messily into the shot glasses. He leaves pools of alcohol on the table, but the three competitors pick up the shot glasses without complaint and down them as quickly as possible. As the vodka slides down their throat, Gelgar and Auruo gasp and gag. Only Moblit doesn’t seem to have any reaction. 

“Oh my god,” Auruo chokes, pounding a fist against his chest. His eyes water as his throat fills with the sharp aftertaste of peppermint that only accentuates the trail of fire that the vodka has burned down his throat. Even as he tries to regain his composure, his eyes water. “Oh god, it hurts. It hurts so good.”  

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Gelgar gasps. His fist clutches the shot glass so hard that his knuckles turn white. He had only just swallowed his last shot but he seems to be swaying even more than he was before and Nifa is having trouble supporting him. “Oh, fuck. Jesus, that’s a lot.”  

“God, why the fuck are you so heavy?” Nifa grumbles. 

Moblit simply slams his empty shot glass on the table and slides it over to Abel. “Hit me again,” he says as the rest of his friends cheer.  

On the other side of the room, Eld and his fiancée Rosaline are observing with amused smiles on their faces. Eld had suggested that he and Rosaline go on a separate vacation instead of going away to a ski resort with his friends, but Rosaline had insisted. Even though she only hangs out with Eld’s larger group of friends every once and a while, she always enjoys spending time with them. 

“They’re as amusing as always,” Rosaline says. She leans her head against Eld’s shoulder and snuggles even closer to him as he wraps his arm around her.  

“I can’t believe you chose this over an intimate winter getaway with me,” Eld chuckles, his warm breath tickling her cheek. He leans in close to press a kiss against Rosaline’s temple.  

“We can always sneak away later,” Rosaline says with a coy smile. She taps a finger against the rim of the cup Eld holds in one of his hands. She takes a careful sip as Eld brings it to her lips. Her lipstick stains the rim. “Hm, I’ve been wondering this entire night. Is this ... interesting concoction your doing, Eld?”  

Eld raises his eyebrows and lifts the cup to his lips to hide his mischievous smile. He drinks exactly where Rosaline’s lips had been. “What gave it away? I followed the recipe: peppermint schnapps, vanilla vodka, and hot chocolate. Well, maybe I did make a slight improvisation.” 

Rosaline wrinkles her nose at Eld. “Perhaps that splash of gin that doesn’t quite go with everything else, although it seems like everyone else is enjoying it.” She laughs as her fiancé leans in to rub the tip of his nose against hers lovingly.  

The drinking competition is still going on although Gelgar and Auruo are looking more green with sick than flushed red with drunkenness. Still, they continue to persist even though Moblit is the only one with a real chance of winning. Every time it looks as if they are about to hurl, they swallow down the bitter bile that threatens to rise from their throats and quickly call Abel to pour them another drink. 

“You should be up there,” Nanaba says, nudging her boyfriend with her elbow. Her cheeks are flushed from the drinks she’s had that night. In her hand is cup of Eld’s spiked hot chocolate that’s only half-finished. She had downed the other cups quickly, but she takes her time with this one as she enjoys her current mellow, drunken state. “You could easily take on Moblit, don’t you think?” 

Mike chuckles and shakes his head. Even though he’s had his fair share of drinks, he’s probably the most sober person here. The slight flush of his cheeks is the only indication of alcohol in his system. “Moblit is an entirely different species of human. I can handle my liquor, but Moblit’s blood is 90 percent alcohol at this point. Apparently, only drinking can greatly relieve the stress of a neuroscience student.”  

“Poor guy,” Nanaba says with a click of her tongue. She looks up at Mike affectionately, leaning against him. “Still, don’t you think it would have been fun? You could have at least tried.”  

“For what? I don’t even think there’s a prize for first place,” Mike chuckles, and Nanaba can feel the low rumble of his laughter as she presses against his side. He reaches out to affectionately brush her hair from her face.  

“Hm, bragging rights?” Nanaba asks.  

“Then next time I’ll partake in any competition regardless of the prize so you can brag about me,” Mike says. He cracks a smile as Nanaba giggles against him and soon his laughter mingles with hers.  

On one side of the room is another couple observing the competition. Petra giggles drunkenly as she watches Auruo take another shot, spilling most of the vodka down his mouth because he’s so drunk that his hand-eye coordination is almost zero. She turns to find Levi watching the entire drinking game with an unamused expression.  

“Worried about the mess?” she asks. Everything she says is punctuated with a little giggle at the end. She can’t stand up straight and tries to lean against the wall only to find herself slipping. “Oh!” 

“I’m always worried about the mess. We’re only renting this place, after all. We can’t leave a mess,” Levi replies. He wraps an arm around Petra’s waist and pulls her against him. He doesn’t bat an eyelash when she drapes herself against him, leaning against him like a pillar and wrapping her arms around his neck. He glances over at her and brushes her hair away from her flushed cheeks. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“More than you, I’m guessing,” Petra giggles. She presses herself against him even more like she means to permanently fix herself to Levi’s side. She turns her head so that her face is pressed against his neck. As she speaks, her lips brush against his skin. “Levi, you shouldn’t worry so much. You’re the only one who isn’t having fun.”  

“Who says I’m not having fun?” Levi asks, but his tone is so flat that it’s difficult to believe he’s enjoying himself at all. A sigh escapes his lips when Petra sticks out her lower lip in a pout. He reaches out to tilt her face up towards his. “Well, do you have something else fun in mind besides watching this inane drinking competition?” 

Petra bites her lip as she tries to hold back her smile. “I might have something in mind,” she says as she pulls Levi in by the collar of his turtleneck sweater.  

Petra leans in just enough for their lips to brush against each other. Levi is the one to pull her in to close the distance between them completely. He wraps one arm around her waist, bringing Petra flush against his own body as their lips slot together. The other hand he has tenderly cupping her chin, and he gently guides her lips against his. She tastes of sweet chocolate and peppermint schnapps. Levi has never cared very much for the taste of alcohol, but he loves the taste of it on Petra’s lips so he kisses her harder to savor the flavor on her tongue only to hear something that makes him freeze. 

He can try to ignore it as much as he wants, but it’s the noise of someone being sick. From the sound of it, the person was unable to make it to the restroom.  

“It’ll bother you if you don’t clean it up, huh?” Petra whispers against his lips, and Levi nods. She knows him too well. Petra doesn’t seem bothered in the least, only amused as she pulls away from him. She reaches out to fix his hair. “To be continued, I guess.”  

Levi groans as he leans his forehead against Petra’s collarbone. “I fucking hate the holidays.”  

“Now that’s the holiday spirit,” Petra laughs.  

[starshower1215]

For the wip ask game! I'd like to know about the local puppet master

Hello, @sunflowersunite, thank you for the ask and the interest. That one is entertaining to me because it explores some things that I don't see often. Purely self-indulgent, and one of the very first things I ever wrote for AOT.

That being said, here's a piece of it for you:

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“Levi!” They were closing in on him. 

He made for a beeline out of the courtyard to hide in the corridors, but Hange’s hand had already closed around his bicep, a gleeful smile stretched across their face. Levi suppressed a groan, defeated. “What is it, four-eyes?”

Hange released his elbow and grinned, matching his pace as the two of them jogged the perimeter of the courtyard. “I was just thinking.”

“You really need to quit doing that.” 

“Have you ever been on a date, Levi?” 

Levi nearly choked on his own breath. “The hell kind of question is that?”

Hange shrugged. “Well, have you?”

Levi gaped at them. Because, well, that was the thing. He hadn’t, but was he supposed to admit that to them? He hadn’t been prepared for this conversation. Levi remembers Furlan had taken an interest in a couple women during their time together, but he quickly got over that. The both of them had learned fast that they didn’t have much room in their lives for romance, and as time rolled on, Levi had grown accustomed to the lifestyle. 

He supposed it shouldn’t have been much different now, but in retrospect, food was delivered to the table these days, even if it was simple bread and often unidentifiable sludges that he hoped would remain so. He had a bed, even if he didn’t use it much, and communal bathing in the barracks exceeded any resources he’d ever managed to get his hands on in the Underground. 

Did he have any excuses, really?

Hange had already taken his hesitance as a response, though, puffing their cheeks out thoughtfully. “Have you ever wanted to go on one? Well, do you think you’d mind it?”

Levi stared at them blankly, his stomach twisting strangely. “Are you asking me—” 

“—To go on a date with Nanaba!” 

That time, he actually did choke on his breath.

And that was how he ended up in the room Mike shared with three other soldiers, swapping through shirts that he'd been forced to choose with Mike and Hange in preparation for his big date night.

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I think the cool part of this is the thought process: "The Survey Corps put their lives on the line every single day. So does that make them more afraid to lose, or braver to live?" That in mind, why not give dating your friends a shot? Why not say yes to all this stuff you've never considered? Why not, if you're literally living like you could die tomorrow?

The premise, though, is that it's a game of matchmaker, but more than one, and perhaps the notion that our local "puppet master" may not be who they're made out to be.

[natsuki208]

14th December 2024 🎀

Miche and Nanaba get to cooking and baking, spending almost the entire day together in the kitchen and all to whip up Christmas desserts to share with their friends at work.

[kobutareads1]

Green Flare by missazreal

Canonverse. One shot. MikeNana. Dom Nanaba. Sub Mike. Mike and Nanaba have a different way of unwinding after expeditions.

Sexy, smutty and loving fic featuring the most stable (at least in my mind) couple in AoT. Note of light BDSM.

[sof-t2611]

nanaba likes to be the big spoon.