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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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Third Time's A Charm

Summary: Nothing good ever came out of loving a warrior.

Warnings: Angst/Comfort, Reiner has suicidal tendencies post Paradis arc, Character death, SFW

A/N: This is my contribution to @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface's Ice Cold Hearts Collab.

WC: ~5.45k

Year 842

The sun shone brightly, beaming down on a pair of ecstatic teens running through the vast farmlands stretching as far as the eye could see. The melody of two hearty laughs filled the quiet, warm air. Lush blades of grass tickled your feet as you raced towards the distant maple tree, a treehouse perched atop it waiting for you to arrive. You turned around to get a better look at the boy following you, his blonde hair bouncing with every trot, hazel eyes pinned on your form and his lips stretched into the brightest smile as he trailed a short distance behind.

“Wait for me!”, he called out, extending his arm towards you.

You stuck your tongue out at him and cackled as you sped up, getting closer and closer to your destination. His eyes widened with glee when he noticed you finally slowing down upon reaching its base. He eventually caught up, breathless and sweaty, almost toppling over a root when he came to a sudden halt by your side. Just before his face could hit the ground, he felt your hand tightly clutch the back of his collar, breaking his fall. He steadied himself and got back on his feet, finally being able to get a good look at your face.

“You ought to be more careful, Reiner!”, you scolded, straightening his shirt with your features painted with worry. “You could’ve hurt yourself!”

He smiled with reticence, gazing at the most precious human in this world treating him as if he were a delicate flower. His heart fluttered every time you worried about him, every time you fussed over him. He couldn’t make sense of what it was trying to convey every time it skipped a beat when you were close. At all of twelve years old, he wasn’t wise enough to decipher the deep feelings that dwelled inside him for you. Your glimpses always plagued his mind, appearing before his eyes when he closed them and being all that he wished to see when they were open.

You were his motivation for achieving greatness as if he wanted to prove that no one could give you a happier and safer life. He couldn’t imagine living without you, the only bright ray of sunshine in the darkness that perpetually surrounded him. The only one who accepted all of him with open arms while the rest of the world fixated on his faults.

“Why are you here again?”, a flat voice broke the cheerful silence. Porco stood on the other side of the tree with his hands folded over his chest, appearing irked. A tense Bertholdt and Pieck were not far behind him while Annie was crouched over a patch of shrubs a short distance away. “We’ve been in enough trouble because of you. Why can’t you just leave us alone?”

“Shut your mouth, Pock!”, Reiner retorted. You could practically hear the anger bubbling inside his chest. His eyes dark, as if contemplating whether to physically hurt the button-nosed boy.

“Don’t you call me that!”

In a flash, the two were at each other’s throats with collars clutched in vice grips, blind punches and kicks being thrown, curses being exchanged. The tranquil farm suddenly turned into a chaotic battlefield with everyone rushing towards the two to separate them as Annie watched from afar. After toiling to peel the two off each other, it was Marcel who was finally able to subdue a delirious Porco with help from Pieck while Bertholdt and you held on to Reiner.

They dragged Porco away to the pond nearby where they were fishing earlier, and you and Reiner ascended to the treehouse. Deflated, you plopped down on a bale of hay, your gaze following the figure of the blonde boy as he paced around the cramped enclosure muttering incoherent words under his breath.

“Porco wasn’t wrong, you know?”, you despaired, twirling a strand of the golden grass between your fingers. “My father will be furious if he finds out I’m with you again. He’s already put you through a lot because of me.”

Reiner’s posture slumped when his eyes fell on your dejected ones. Your father, Theo Magath, was the commander of the Marleyan forces; a proud ‘pure blood’ who held a deep contempt towards Eldians. Many a time, he made his disapproval for your friendship with the warrior candidates perfectly clear to you, even labeled you a rebel for going against his wishes to mingle with them. But you paid him no heed, for they were the only friends you had growing up.

As a result, he’d aim his frustrations towards the poor group, brutalizing them with impossible training, and hosing them with humiliation and threats. He hoped that they would abandon you out of fear, and they did. Now, pretty much everyone but Reiner was cold towards you, except Pieck and Marcel who maintained at least some cordiality.

Reiner sat down by your side with a huff, perusing the concern on your face before following your gaze up to the tattered roof. His pocket felt heavy with the weight of the necklace that he bought for you with the allowance he received from the military for food, eager to see it adorn your neck. Sunlight poured inside through the gaps between the slats, highlighting little flecks of dust floating in the still air. A field of goosebumps erupted on the expanse of your skin when you felt the side of his hand graze yours. You gasped silently, your skin burning where his fingers brushed against yours.

Both hearts pounded in perfect synchrony as you played a staring game with the ceiling, coyly moving your hands to search for each other's again. Wandering fingers finally found their way to each other, intertwining gently at first, firming up eventually. Both your bodies went cold as if half your blood had gushed into your weaved arms and the other half to your cheeks. Your lips inadvertently upturned into a smile and you laboriously gulped down the lump in your throat. With hitched breath, you turned to look at him, both your faces stained with a bright shade of pink with the blush that had lit your cheeks on fire.

“Commander Magath won't hate me once I become a warrior.”, Reiner’s eyes finally found yours, initially shy; before a river of resolve washed over him. “I'll work hard to become one and also an honorary Marleyan. He will have no reason to loathe me then. My mother will be able to be with my father, and I will be able to marry you when we grow up. And once we’re married, we’ll live together in a house just like this one”, he whispered, looking around with a smile.

“You want to live on a tree when we’re married?”, you smirked.

“Uh- I didn’t mean that.”

Sounds of your giggles filled the air as you pointed at this flustered face and laughed, your gleeful voice like music to his ears. If it was the only sound that he could hear for the rest of his life, he would happily oblige. Warm sparks flew in his heart every time he was able to be the reason behind your joy. A smile slowly grew on his lips, beginning to mirror the grin on yours.

“I love you.”, he blurted out of nowhere.

The words escaped his lips before he even strung them together in his head. That’s what your presence did to him – made his mind, heart, and tongue race out of control. Reiner was almost starting to feel dizzy with his sudden declaration. Flustered, he rubbed the back of his neck, drawing random patterns on the ground below with the tip of his shoe.

He began to spiral as you continued to gape at him in bewilderment. Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe the innocent dream he had of building a life with you, marrying you in the presence of your families, living with you in a small cabin in the woods where he could come home to you every day, was one-sided.

“Really?”, you asked quietly.

Hopelessly lost in your doe eyes, it took a few moments for Reiner to register your question. He nodded vigorously, still waiting for you to respond. The dread on his face began to thaw when you gently squeezed his fingers that were still interlaced with yours from earlier. His heart thumped when your parted lips upturned into a smile that slowly found its way onto his own.

“Reiner, I...”

“Get your filthy hands off my daughter, you Eldian devil!”, your father bellowed.

Both your necks darted towards him standing near the entryway with a menacing scowl on this face and a gun pointed in your direction. You quickly stood up, unable to look directly at the frenzied man. In a flash, the silken petals of the roses blooming in your heart, disappeared; leaving behind just the thorns. How did he find out? You had been so careful, after having meticulously planned all the excuses for him to let you leave the house for a few hours.

When you did manage to make eye contact, one jolt of his head had you sauntering towards him, disappearing into his shadow. Your guts wrenched with helplessness as you stood far away from Reiner, who was now alone on the opposite side of the room. Your previously warm hand felt ice-cold and empty without his fingers in between yours. He shot his commander a weak salute that went completely ignored.

“If the military hadn’t invested so much time and money on worthless garbage like you, I would have shot you down here and now. And I will not hesitate to do it if I see you anywhere near my daughter again, you scum!”, he kept his musket aimed at the trembling boy.

“And you.”, he turned to face you, “I tried to be lenient. But you just won’t learn, will you? You’re going far, far away from here where you will never have the chance to see these nasty beings again.”

Reiner was paralyzed whilst your father dragged your kicking, screaming, and wailing form away, no amount of begging even beginning to soften his stone heart. He watched from the window, scalding tears filling his eyes as the furious man threw you over his horse and the two of you disappeared into the distance.

He didn’t see you for three whole years after. The young, naïve boy you knew and grew up with had since inherited the Armored Titan and achieved the biggest dream he had. And yet, happiness was nowhere to be found. His father still didn’t want anything to do with him. His mother still lived in agony. He still failed to attain the respect he thought the warriorship would bring. And the one face that could soothe his anguish was nowhere to be seen.

Commander Magath had made sure to keep your whereabouts a guarded secret. Reiner spent every moment since that day on the farm in hopes of finding you, but to no avail. The commander was an astute man, ensuring that the boy he didn't perceive to be worth even the dirt under your shoes, would never come face to face with you again. But there was another person who was always a few steps ahead.

Zeke.

Maybe Reiner’s perpetual sullenness had sprouted a shred of sympathy in his heart, or maybe he was just making sure that he continued to have the upper hand in their dynamic. But Reiner couldn’t care less about what Zeke’s intentions were when the shrewd man approached him just one day before he was to depart for Paradis Island with information on your location. He had found out that you were living in Namtso, a city on the other side of Marley where you were said to be studying medicine.

That same evening, you were aghast to find Pieck at the doorstep of your dormitory, holding an envelope out in front of you. It contained a necklace, a golden heart being held by a delicate chain that you promptly wore around your neck, and a note. Although only a cluster of three words was scribbled on it, you shed many tears of joy, clutching the puny piece of parchment close to your heart.

"Wait for me

- R"

Year 850

Luminous flames danced before him, barely warming up his body that was as cold as ice. The night had been brutal, unforgiving with its chill that was making his bones ache. A yellow glow cast by the bonfire on the young man made his blonde hair, pale skin and honey eyes seem like they were molded out of pure gold. He sat shriveled up in a fetal position, his knees close to his chest being held tight by trembling arms. Annie, Bertholdt, and Marcel sat in front of him surrounding the fire, all staring into the brilliant blaze.

It was quiet. A bit too quiet.

Shouldn’t there be some kind of sound? He was in a forest, for God’s sake. Maybe the chirps of crickets or a flock of birds, the rustle of leaves? Even the crackling of the burning wood, which was just mere feet away from him was muted. The lull was haunting and made him restless. Reiner could’ve sworn that he had lost his hearing, surrounded by a deathly silence and sharp ringing in his ears. He rubbed his fingers over his ears, frantically trying to pick up on the faintest of sounds. His gaze darted between his comrades in an attempt to deduce whether they too were going through what he was.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to ask, Marcel’s eyes shifted towards him, the smile on his kind face vanishing. “I died protecting you, and yet you failed.”, he said before standing up and beginning to walk towards the fire. Finally, a sound. But this? Reiner tried to scream, call out to him, stop him from entering the flames; but his throat stung with the intensity of many shards of glass scraping against it. All that came out of his desperate mouth were puffs of air.

Marcel became one with the light and all that remained was ash floating through the still air. It was Annie who stood up next. “I was captured because you failed.”, she enunciated, her voice as flat as her expression. And with that, she followed Marcel into the blaze, giving rise to yet another thick, grey cloud of ash.

And then, there were two.

Reiner already knew what was about to happen, a steady stream of tears glimmering on his face in the light of the fire. Bertholdt rose from his spot, looking at the whimpering blonde boy as if he was the most pathetic creature to ever exist. “You failed even after I sacrificed myself for you.”, he puled, not breaking his gaze whilst walking towards the smoldering fire. Another veil of smoke rose, this time constricting Reiner’s breath. He gasped for air, eyes blown in panic, hands reaching out for his friends, his stifled cries fading away amidst a cloak of soot.

That’s when he saw them at a distance. Those eyes – terrified, begging, pleading, pooling with tears. Yours. He heard your voice, crying for father to stop dragging you away.

“Why didn’t you stop him, Reiner?”, you looked directly at the frozen wreckage of a man sitting by the remnants of the dying flames, the misery in your eyes hardening into fury. “Why did you let me go?”, you screeched.

Reiner jolted awake, reaching his arm out into the darkness. His breathing was haggard, hair a mess, clothes clinging to his skin with sweat. He was still dumbfounded, struggling to draw even the faintest sound out of his throat. The blackness of the room made his pounding heart feel like it was going to hurtle out of his chest.

“Reiner!”, he heard a voice worriedly call out to him. “Hey, Reiner. Calm own. It's me. You’re safe now... Reiner? Are you okay?”

He heard the strike of a match. The minuscule yet radiant flame revealed before him, a face. The same face he had yearned for, for the past eight years. The same one that came to his mind the moment he opened his eyes every morning, and the one he thought of before sleep took over, carrying it with him to his dreams.

You stroked his cheek, brushing away a wet trail of tears, and placed the candle on the nightstand. Sitting down on the edge of the bed where he lay, you whispered words of affirmation into his ears, guiding him to catch his breath till they slowed back down to normal.

“Where... am I? What - What are you... doing here?”, he croaked, blinking profusely to orient himself with the alien room.

“Zeke and Pieck brought you home. I’m your doctor and am making sure that you’re healing well.”, you brought a glass of water to his lips, eyeing the steam that rose from various parts of his body.

“Commander Magath?”

“I think I’m old enough to make my own decisions now, Reiner.”, you smiled, but the melancholy lacing your features was crystal even in the dim luminescence of the lone candle. “Well, we don’t talk anymore. I haven't spoken to him since he sent me away to Namtso.”

Silence descended between the two of you. It was something that you were both quite comfortable with before, but it made you uneasy today. You were seeing him for the first time after your father dragged you away from that treehouse and after Reiner was sent away to Paradis Island on a mission to reclaim the Founding Titan, a mission that the warriors had miserably failed.

His expression contorted into a grimace when the memory of what happened there rushed back into his mind. The few seconds of oblivion after regaining consciousness were painfully snatched away. He had lost everybody. Marcel, Bertholdt, and Annie were all gone, only for him to return home safely. What did he do to deserve this? All he ever did was step on others for his own benefit. He didn’t deserve the comfort of lying in a bed back home, while two of his friends were dead and one captured, to be looked after by the woman he loved after massacring hundreds and thousands of innocent lives.

“Reiner?”, he jumped when you set your hand on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

His eyes burnt holes into the ceiling. How was he supposed to put into words, the pandemonium that had enraptured his mind? That he couldn’t recognize himself anymore? That he could barely recognize you? That the guilt of having caused a barrage of death and destruction was crushing every bit of his soul? That being a warrior was nowhere close to as glorious as he had imagined? That he felt like an intruder in his own body?

“I shouldn’t be here.”, was all he could manage to say to summarize how he felt. The sound was more air than voice, “I shouldn’t have survived this; I shouldn’t have come back home.”

“Reiner.”, your voice quivered, finally convincing him to look not at the ceiling, but back at you. “Don’t say that. Please! I can’t fathom what you had to go through. But I prayed for you to come home safely for every single moment of the last five years. I waited, Reiner, just like you asked me to.”

“You did?”, he breathed. Tears were beginning to cascade down his temples as he lay, trembling, in bed. “But- But I don’t deserve it. I’m a horrible person. You should have found someone else, someone better than me.”

“No!”, you urged. “Don’t say that! I waited for you, I counted each and every second till you returned just so that I could tell you what I couldn’t the last time we were together... Reiner, I – I love-”

“Stop!”, he placed a hand on your lips to prevent you from uttering the words he didn’t deserve to hear from you or anyone else. His voice was barely audible, “Don’t. I’m not worthy.”

“But-”

“Just leave. And forget about me.”

Reiner's hands ached to wipe the string of warm pearls gushing down your face. The little boy who took pride in being the cause of your smile was now a despicable man who was the reason behind your anguish. How he wished to engulf you into his arms, rest your head against his chest and tell you that he loved you more than life itself, that whatever little meaning his existence held was because of you, that his only reason to continue breathing was you.

Instead, he turned around to lie with his back towards you, clearly hearing your heart shatter with the painful gasp that left your lips. He held himself back when he heard you call out to him one last time, your voice softer than a mere breeze. He only let his walls break when he heard the click of the door, shifting once more to make sure you were indeed gone. He wept woefully, holding his knees close to his chest, rocking himself gently in search of comfort that he would never find.

Year 854

Hazel eyes were glued to the ground as he walked, mesmerized by the cadenced patterns that the pavers made in unison with the mortar holding them together. He only looked up to ensure that he didn’t accidentally bump into anybody, in turn inviting a slew of nasty words from them. Even holding the Armored Titan didn’t stop the Marleyans from spewing hate at ‘his kind’. It was something Reiner was accustomed to by now, since it was all that, he received growing up.

The red band on his bicep, which he toiled for every single day of his life, stood for nothing but everything abhorrent in this world. He lost his comrades, pushed you away, his mother still cried herself to sleep every night, he had no idea if his father was still alive, and now, the people who he had unintentionally grown attached to, an entire civilization of Eldians within the walls across the ocean, was out for his blood. And worst of all, he despised his own existence.

Every moment that Reiner’s mind found him alone, it would race away to places of torment, constantly reminding him of what a failure he was, how the world would be a better place if he was never born. He dwelled in an inferno where he burned alive for every second of every day in the memories of all the people that he wronged.

He blindly followed a zealous Gabi, being held back by a distressed Falco, Udo, and Zofia through the thronging streets of Marley’s main market, until he was torn from his thoughts by all four of them screaming in unison, a name he recognized far too well.

Yours.

His eyes shot up from the ground, a muted gasp leaving his lips at your sight. You cheerfully greeted the kids with the two girls wrapped around your waist and the boys shyly saying hello. You looked a thousand times more beautiful than he remembered, your features having matured immaculately. Reiner was mesmerized by your swaying hair that was now much longer than the last time you met, the smile on your face which was now unknowingly mirroring on his own, the way your pastel skirt fluidly blew with the breeze, and the sound of your voice that was like cold water for his parched ears. The only feature of yours that hadn't changed was the twinkle in your eye, still reminiscent of the lively girl he grew up with.

He was so lost that his mind didn’t even register you looking back at him. Except, yours was a look of concern, rather than of amazement. He looked almost weak like he had lost a substantial amount of weight since he returned to Marley. Had he not been eating well? His cheekbones were prominent, as were the deep lines on his forehead. His eyes, despite holding the same golden shine, looked tired, and you knew better than to ask.

“Uh - We’ll walk with Porco and Pieck. Meanwhile, you two can catch up!”, the string of your gazes broke when Falco awkwardly squeaked. Reiner furrowed his brows questioningly. How did he know? “Colt talks a lot when he drinks!”, the boy smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

He joined the others in walking a few steps ahead of you, browsing through the many stalls of food, games, and knick-knacks. The two of you strolled side by side, your shoulders often bumping into each other, occasional glances being exchanged, but neither of you attempting to break the silence.

“How have you been?”, he finally asked a short eternity later.

“Been better. You?”

“Me too.”

Porco’s and Pieck’s appetites were soaring today, with the kids’ not lagging far behind. They stopped at every other stall, dining on the delicacies cooked by vendors who had traveled to Liberio from all over the country. Reiner paid for their food every time, but didn’t eat anything himself. Three stalls later, you still walked in silence, not another word uttered since your brief exchange. He took a deep breath to prepare himself to talk, but couldn’t muster up the courage since hadn’t forgotten how he treated you the last time he met you; or how you had run out of the infirmary room in tears, never to be seen or heard from again for four years until today.

His heart skipped a beat when he caught you walking away from the corner of his eye. Maybe you had only kept him company for Falco’s sake. Maybe you didn’t want to see or talk to him, but that is what he asked for, right? Did you really hate him now? The girl who used to be such a big part of his life was now a complete stranger. Too repulsed by him to even walk by his side. Too disgusted to initiate a conversation.

The lines between his brows began to deepen as his mind started to spiral out of control until a hand holding out a stick of bright pink candy-floss entered his line of vision. He visibly jumped and stopped in his tracks, gaping at you with wide eyes. You brought him his favorite snack from a stall you often visited together as kids, blowing up both your allowances on the delightful, sweet snack.

“You haven't eaten anything all evening.”, you said, jolting your arm once more to divert his attention from your face to the sugary cloud which he swiftly took from you. You entered an alley between two buildings and sat down on an empty barrel, a little pocket of peace not far off from the chaotic market. The flutter in his heart crept up to his lips, bringing a slight curve to them as he took the first bite.

“You remembered?”, he asked.

“Obviously.”, you blushed. “How could I forget? You used to practically inhale three of these in a matter of seconds.”

He noticed the golden heart adorning your neck. You watched throngs of people go by, a sheepish smile on both your faces after the return of the familiar warmth in between you. Just like old times, he passed the stick to you and you plucked out a generous tuft of the cottony candy before shoving it into your mouth. His eyes continued to rest on the view of the glimmering jewelry around your neck, the one he bought for you many years ago. You still wore it.

“After all this time?”, he asked, silently gesturing towards it when you looked at him in confusion.

“Like I told you the last time we met; I waited for you, just like you asked me to.”, you sighed.

“Even after what I said to you then?”

“You think I blame you for saying that to me, hours after returning from a five-year-long traumatizing mission?”, you scolded. “I’ve waited for you for twelve years. That’s half of our lives. It’s only you for me, Reiner. There can never be anyone else. So, I’ll wait for twelve more if I have to.”

“Good thing I don’t have that long remaining.”, he smirked, earning himself a slap on the shoulder from you.

“I know that, you jerk.”, you grumbled. Your posture visibly slumped with the bitter truth having been spelled out directly, “But- we’ve lost so much time, Reiner. Time that we could have spent happily together if the world hadn't driven us apart. I have felt this way since we were kids, and I still do. I love-”

“But - “

“Damn it, Reiner, I will lose my mind if I don’t get to say it this time.”, the generally poised woman he had known was nowhere to be found as you glared at him with large eyes and flared nostrils. “I love you, okay? And I know that you’re going through hell. But I will walk down that path with you with my hand in yours if that makes you feel even a little bit stronger. Just don’t push me away again. Because I will claw my way back to you like I always do. I've done it before, Reiner Braun. And I'll do it again. Because I love you. I fucking love -”

This time, you happily welcomed being interrupted when he slammed his lips onto yours. Your heart stopped in your chest when you felt him this close to you for the first ever time. Warm tears fell from his eyes onto your cheeks as he chanted, I love you’s and I’m sorry’s against your lips, never once breaking contact. It was all you ever wished for, all you ever needed, everything that you had yearned for. Not even in your dreams did you think this moment would be this magical – the feeling of having your face cupped in his strong hands, of his breath fanning over your skin, of his lips moving in perfect sync with yours, all the pent-up feelings being expressed all at once as you wept in each other’s embrace, invisible to everyone else.

“Promise you’ll never let me go again?”, you sobbed, resting your forehead against his.

“I promise.”

Year 855

The sun shone brightly, beaming down on a lone man walking through the vast farmlands stretching as far as the eye could see. Nothing but silence filled the warm air, occasionally interrupted by the whinnies of horses grazing nearby. Lush blades of grass tickled his feet as he inched towards the distant maple tree, a treehouse perched atop it waiting for him to arrive. He looked to his side, hoping to find that same girl who took this route with him many times in the past, only to be greeted by more open land, devoid of her presence.

It had been one year since the Liberio festival. One year since you told him that you loved him for the first and the last time. One year since the day he lost you to the explosion that resulted from Eren’s transformation.

This was the first time that he visited this place after the day he had expressed his own love for you as a naïve young boy. He climbed up the ladder, that still hung from the same branch as thirteen years ago, and entered the dilapidated treehouse. Everything looked the same, apart from the thick layer of dust covering every inch of the dimly lit room.

Reiner walked across the space, glazing over everything you once touched. Every corner brought back an old memory, sounds of your giggles echoing in his mind when his gaze fell on the hay bale. He sat exactly where he remembered sitting the last time, leaning against the wall to look up at the tattered roof. Sunlight still poured in through the gaps in between the slats, highlighting little flecks of dust floating in the stagnant air. But the spot beside him that was once occupied by someone who meant the world to him, now lay cold and vacated.

“We should have never left this treehouse.”, he whispered, gingerly brushing his hand over the patch of dried grass to his side.

He turned back to look up at the light cascading down on his face through the crevices, painting him in a glorious golden hue. Silvery streaks of precious tears made their way down his cheek with nobody to wipe them this time.

“Wait for me.”, he called out, extending his arm towards the bright light, the only thing reminiscent of your missing warmth.

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daleelahwrites · 11 months ago

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Got any Hc’s on how Timeskip Bertholdt would interact with the warrior kids

He definitely has a soft spot for them and Gabi would definitely try to compete with him in sharpshooting.

I feel like Udo would idolize him, (I HC Bertholdt returnd with Reiner to Marley after RTS) because Vice Chief Bertholdt is able to command respect from a select few reluctant Marleyans

But him and Zofia would so precious. Him seeing Annie in Zofia just feels so heartbreaking and him being concerned about her safety more than the others because he wasn’t able to save Annie

Annie was left behind on Paradis and for all he knows, Annie is likely dead. I can imagine him accidentally mistaking her for Zofia a few times.

Ouch. Such a sweet and bitter headcanon, anon!! I can see the whole scene and it hurts. But even with all the sadness, see Bertholdt being able to help the little ones it's just so-- 🥲 and he seeing Annie in Zofia!! How sad, how helpless he would feel when the poor girl dies... And Udo, such a horrible death... He couldn't save another life, after trying his best... Annie, Zofia, Udo... He feels like it doesn't matter the person, he just can't save them. It's like he already knows, since they escaped Paradis: this is the world as they know. But he is sick of this fucking damn world.

I love you bring Udo and Zofia, those kids deserved better! 🥲

Gonna post it so the others can read your ideas! Thank you so much for sending this message! 🥰✨

#ask #ask anon #bertholdt lives au #post time skip bertholdt #vice chief Bertholdt #this hc is so good!#udo aot #zofia aot #queue

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onlyymirknows · 3 days ago

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Hello! For the violence ask game 9 and 13 💜

Hello!! Answering them in opposite order so people who just wanna read about Reiner don’t have to suffer through me going bananas over the Raid of Liberio.

13. worst blorboification

I admittedly don’t know what this means exactly. I assume it’s similar to uwuification? But less making them cute and more oversimplifying the character/intensely focusing only on certain aspects?

Anyway I’m going to say Reiner. Now I am often guilty of doing this to him, I think. Meaning it doesn’t bother/upset me that we blorboify him at times. Mainly I feel like a lot of us tend to paint him in post canon as this mostly silly himbo who has nightmares/the sads.

Imo he really isn’t a himbo (assuming I actually understand the meaning lol.) Plus his mental health struggles would probably also be just, uh, A LOT more. Just way, way more. I could elaborate but (1) I’m not a psychologist and (2) I could talk about it forever. Maybe a diff time lol.

9. worst part of canon

I have a joke answer and a serious answer.

First the joke answer, Reiner sniffing that letter lol. To me it feels like an out of place callback that undercuts much of Reiner’s development. It’s also a single panel that’s fun to meme about sometimes so it gets a pass.

Three things came to mind for the serious answer. First is how incomprehensible Eren’s magical attack titan/founding titan combo is. Second is how Isayama handled geopolitics, which disappointed me. Third (and the one I chose) is the execution of the Liberio festival plotline.

Originally I typed out a big explanation about why aot’s geopolitics bothered me in general. Then I got onto a side tangent about the Liberio Festival and realized that this is actually my least favorite thing lol. Specifically the lack of clear explanation of what happened.

Up until the time skip the plot of aot is explained in a pretty straightforward way. I think this is especially the case when it comes to expounding on the big twists we all love so much. The reveals of RBA are treated like detective stories where after the fact we’re shown the clues and how the characters pieced it together. (I’ve seen people complain about this, saying it’s spoon feeding the audience but I disagree lol)

Then the time skip happens and it feels like the narrative gets so cloudy. Since the question of Eren’s motivations is THE plot of post time skip, I do understand the much increased ambiguity. If we got clear answers in the moment that’d ruin things. However I think the reasoning behind the raid of Liberio is left without a meaningful explanation.

I like to think my critical thinking skills are pretty good and I needed people to explain it to me multiple times. I understand it now but geeze it requires reading between a lot of lines. This in itself isn’t wrong but it’s such a departure from how storylines were dealt with that I hate it lol.

Because lemme tell you, the number of people I’ve seen not understand that Eren wanted Willy to declare war is substantial. I think the fact that Eren and Zeke basically set up the festival to bait Willy into declaring war is even less understood. When people say “Eren had no choice but to rumble” I believe many of them probably feel that way because they don’t understand this arc.

The specific misunderstanding being that Eren attacked because Willy declared war. That if this hadn’t happened Eren wouldn’t have transformed and the raid wouldn’t have happened at all. The fact that this big of a misinterpretation happened so easily is really unfortunate. (It does NOT help that the anime cut out a pretty helpful detail.)

With the Reiner/Bertholdt reveal people aren’t confused by the main plot point: Reiner and Bert are titan shifters who want to destroy humanity for currently unknown reasons. Instead I see people ask stuff like “why did Reiner freak out about Ymir being able to read the words on a can?” or “why does Reiner choose that point to reveal himself?”

Anyway I think that’s probably one of the worst parts and it’s not even about the events of the story itself. Just the execution of the narration. So uh.. maybe I didn’t technically answer the question 😆

#reiner braun #my aot thoughts #aot meta #ask game

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beewritings · 4 years ago

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our final night alive

Eren Jaeger x Reader one shot.

Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns used!

Content Warning: angst & nsfw. Slight violence, first time blowjobs, first time vaginal sex. Not spoiler free, manga is preferred to have been read.

Posted on my ao3.

Summary: You and Eren become lovers, but he disappears years later and it causes conflict on your relationship. I’m bad at summaries I’m so sorry

5.9k words. This is posted on my phone I’m so sorry if the layout is ugly lol. First story posted on here!! :) Feedback is welcomed!

you and eren got together not long after annie was caught being the female titan. you, eren, armin and mikasa became close friends during your cadet days.

you shared a bunk with mikasa, and seeing as she was always focused on eren and armin, you were scared to become her friend because you were unsure if she even wanted friends. you and her became sparring partners during training one day and she, obviously, kept beating you. at some point, eren walks over and tells her to give you a break and so she apologizes to you. from that point on, you always saw eren as a life saver. yes, she kept dropping you to the ground so much to the point where you were in pain so eren saved you. you accepted her apology, of course, and you even got to ask her if you could be friends. mikasa shrugged, but eren answered for her: he said he’d like that. he introduced himself and he called for armin and you introduced yourselves. the four of you never thought you’d actually join their friend group. these were the first friends you made and you never felt happier in your life.

“y/n, what made you want to join the cadet corps? you never told us,” you remember armin asking you one day.

“oh… um… it’s a stupid reason. it’s not worth mentioning… it’ll make it seem like i’m a joke..”

“no reason is stupid. except for that horse face’s reason, that bastard is a coward!” eren said, screeching.

“um.. well as a kid, i was neglected by both my parents. they were so focused on my older brother joining the military police and so happy for him that they basically forgot about me a lot. they always called me a disappointment and such and it always made me feel like shit..”

“so you joined to prove to them you’re worthy?”

“what? hell no, i joined so i could get away from them. i was tired of being treated like i was a mistake child so my choices were either join the military to slowly kill myself or join the military to get away from my terrible parents. i honestly haven’t felt happy probably my whole life. but then i met you guys and now i feel like i have a purpose to be here? i want to protect you guys. all three of you…”

eren gives a slight smile and then it turns into a bright one. he leans to his left and wraps an arm around your shoulder and his other arm around armin and pulls them in. you and armin wrap one arm around mikasa and you all hug each other. you knew you were there to protect them all. even though mikasa is always there to try and protect eren, you know she needed someone to protect her, and you know for a fact someone had to be there for armin.

when discussing what branch of the military you guys were going to join, you four chose to join the scout regiment. then so much happened between when you talked about what you were going to join and graduating as cadets. there were days where you and eren would work together practicing and even though you were her friend, mikasa would keep watching you to make sure you wouldn’t get too close to him. she never told you that she would watch, but she was. when you and eren would spar, there’d be times where he’d pin you on the ground and straddle you with the wooden knife pointing to your neck. you started gaining a crush on eren, not knowing he was too, and you’d blush instead of defending yourself. at some point, you did push him right off of you and pin him instead, which resulted in him with a red face instead.

when switching partners, you sparred with armin next while eren went to reiner. instead of sparring armin, you tried teaching him moves since you knew he was fragile and it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. armin brought up the topic of you and eren.

“so, you and eren? i saw you guys being flustered while sparring.”

“w-w-what??? nooooo, i wasn't flustered???? no one was flustered, armin. haha..” way to be obvious, y/n.

armin giggles and immediately drops the conversation.

eventually, time passes and the colossal titan decides to return, bringing titans with it. cadets are to help kill titans. you ended up on another squad, but you remind yourself to keep in contact with eren and armin. you couldn't keep sight of mikasa being she was with the higher ups, but you tried. you remember crashing into armin with ymir and connie. that's when you find out that… eren got eaten by a titan. it broke your heart, you felt the pieces inside of you tearing apart. you tried being strong but.. tears started to fall. mikasa made her way and she found out too, armin screaming in tears of all the members in his squad who'd died. mikasa was silently angry, calling everyone cowards. she soars off with little gas, and you immediately chase after her. she flew away so quickly, you couldn’t catch up with her. you had to protect her, you promised to protect your friends. one is already gone, you couldn’t have another one disappear. if she disappears, how can you trust yourself to protect armin? after you all made it to the building, killed the titans inside and got to refilling your gases, you find out that the titan who was killing other titans was none other than eren, the kid you started to gain feelings for.

time skip to capturing annie, the female titan, you and eren had finally gotten alone time. a time to talk your feelings out as eren heals from his fight with her. you went to visit him when you know everyone already has, but when you know he was still awake. it’s been a few years since you’ve met and started gaining feelings, being as you met when you were 12 and are now 15.

“hey, eren. how’re you feelin’, titan boy?”

“ugh, don’t call me that, y/n. that’s the least thing i wanna hear from you.”

“sorry…”

“.... y/n?”

“eren?” you both say at the same time.

“oh, you can-”

“no no, you go.”

you both give off small laughs.

“you go first, y/n.”

“um. well, i’m pretty sure this is the wrong time to bring this up considering you’re tired from fighting that female titan. plus this war isn’t near over and i shouldn’t be focused on feelings because we are soldiers but, uh. i have-”

“me too,” eren cuts in.

“feelings, i- what? i didn’t even finish-”

“it’s been obvious. well, not really. i didn’t think it was obvious, but i figured by the way we’ve been acting towards each other. we always get flustered when we’re close to each other. y/n, did you even realize that you’re holding my hand?”

you both look down and see that you’re holding his hand. you snatch it back with a flushed face and start stuttering.

“i-i-i always h-hold my friends' hands!!! i k-know you’ve seen me hold armin’s!! please, y-you’re not special, eren jaeger!”

eren giggles and blushes as well, leaning to grab your hand once more, this time interlocking the fingers.

“i agree. this isn’t the time for romance considering we are soldiers in the middle of a battle. but that doesn’t make me not want to further this relationship between us.. i-if you want that, that is…”

you bite your lip, looking away from him. you squeeze his hand and he caresses your skin with his thumb. you both kind of just ended the conversation there, but everything was mutual between the two of you. you knew what you wanted. a relationship, but never really having the title due to the war you all were going through. time flies and the battle with reiner and bertholdt to capture eren back from them happens. all you could feel about this battle was anger; you were going to get eren back. and you did. during the time where everyone was healing from it, that’s when you and eren both told both mikasa and armin about the little thing you guys had.

armin was supportive, he was easy. but mikasa took it a little hard, not showing it though. you pulled mikasa away and had a long talk with her about it, tell her you didn’t mean to catch feelings for the man she’d grown to protect with her life, it kind of just happened. but she couldn’t stay upset forever. she wishes for eren to be happy, and as she can see: you made him happy. the happiest he’s been. and she wants you, one of her best friends to be happy too, and clearly it was with eren. since then, you and eren have been open with your relationship. everyone knew, and no one tried to end it. when you guys told the crew, most of them basically said “we figured”. jean actually laughed and didn’t believe it at first, ��really? in a relationship with that suicidal blockhead? yeah, alright .” so you did what any couple would do to prove their relationship, you kissed eren in front of them all, in plain sight. that was your first kiss. his, also. jean’s face turned red in embarrassment and he turned away. “alright, whatever. you’re both crazy.”

you miss him.

you miss eren. you all found out about what was truly outside the walls, and you helped eren cope the most. you know he really wanted to kill the enemy, they caused so much pain to his home inside the walls. he wanted revenge. you understood and supported his anger, you were there with him through every moment. his rants, his tears, his fears. you backed him up; you were on his side. so why did he still leave you alone? why did he disappear from you and your friends? why were you all in marley, watching his attack titan destroy it from above? you weren’t completely mad, you all were gonna infiltrate marley eventually, you just did it quicker and earlier than planned. when you saw him with your own eyes, his titan, your heart sunk. he looked so different.. has it really been that long? no way. and… he grew such long hair.. god. it was actually kind of hot, but you were too angry to admit it.

you sigh. you stood in the blimp, you didn’t do any fighting. you explicitly told commander hange and captain levi that when you arrive at marley, you refuse to fight. you were in gear, in case you had to, but you mainly stood in the ship with them. when everyone retreated after mikasa recaptured eren, captain levi kicked him to the wall. mikasa tries to run to them, but armin’ stops her. you were in a distance, out of eren’s eyesight but you could see him. you really hated his damn face right now.

two soldiers with guns run to him, pointing towards him. levi starts to speak to him once more.

“this brings back memories, eren. you have such a kickable face.” that earns a small chuckle from you. “after you’re tied up, let’s have a chat.”

“that’s fine, i explained everything in the letters though. did you not understand it?”

“tch. that face reminds me of the rotten shits who lived underground. never thought i would see it on you. but cheer up, everything happened like you wanted it to, right?”

eren just stares off into space, but then looks levi straight in the eyes and he mumbles out, “... where are they?”

“who?”

“you know who… where is y/n.”

“tch. oi, l/n. talk to your shithead boyfriend before anything else happens. i’m tired of looking at his disgusting face.”

levi walks away, tells the soldiers to chain him up and they walk away, leaving you finally in his eyesight. internally, his heart sinks. the look on your face was pure disgust, and anger. you walk towards him, and he looks up at you with his dead souled eyes. you clench your fists.

“y/n…”

you let out a huge breath. “eren.”

“... y/n, i’ve mis-”

you already know what he was going to say, and it just pisses you off. you growl and punch the wall behind his head. you lean your leg back and kick it right into his stomach. you grab a fistful of his hair, gripping it and bringing his face to yours. mikasa tries to push through armin, but armin manages to hold her back still.

“y/n, stop !” mikasa screams.

“do you have any FUCKING clue how worried i’ve been, eren?! HUH?! DO YOU??” you ignore mikasa, “besides mikasa, i probably was even more worried than her! YOU LEFT ME, EREN. are you stupid, eh? HUH? are you fucking stupid? you like knowing your partner is just worried sick about you? fuck the plan, if i wanted to i would throw you off this air ship myself. i don’t even like looking at how disgusting you look, you’re hideous. that dead look in your eyes. you’re not even eren! you’re some man who’s a fucking joke, you don’t care about us do you?! that time on the train? when you said we were all important to you? was that a lie? do you even think we are?” you bang his head into the wall and knee him in the face, bruising his nose and bleeding from it. tears start to well up in your eyes, “i missed you, eren… why’d you just leave us like that? i’m your partner… whatever, you’re not worth my time right now. i’m going to check on the others.”

you let go of eren’s hair, look at him a second more and make a disgusted face once more. “you’re not worth my tears.” you start to walk towards the back of the airship.

“you never left my mind the whole time i was there, y/n. i promise you. ”

you clench your fists and ignore him, continuing to walk to the others to see who made it on the airship.

“eren.”

“... y/n?”

you went to visit the prison before commander hange did. you needed to talk to him.

“we need to talk.”

“i’m all ears, my love.”

you hate that he’s seriously using pet names on you right now. it’s always been a weakness. my love, baby, lovebird. you loved them all.

“cute, we using pet names after i beat this shit out of you? okay, sweetie. i’ll call you titan man, yeah?”

“come on, don’t start that again. what are you here for, hm?”

“to talk.”

“okay.. so talk. come on, you know you want to start with how i look.”

“how you look? haha, okay. you want me to say that you look hot? that i want you to ravage me? bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

eren smirks, “actually, yeah. if that’s how you feel, i’d love to hear you say that.”

you chuckle, hating that he isn’t wrong. you do feel that way about him right now. him being really attractive right now, a man bun AND he’s shirtless? this is so unfair.

“well, too bad then. you won’t hear me say those words with confidence. but it would be nice…” you grin and lick your lips.

“oh? unlock these prison bars, and i’ll show you a good time then, baby.”

“no. let’s be serious now-”

“i am serious.”

“no, eren. we need to seriously have a talk,” you give out an exhale, “why’d you do it? do you have a plan in mind?” eren sighs, about to cut you off but you continue, “i’m being serious, eren. i’m not planning on telling the others. this is between us… why’d you leave me?” you start to tear up, “why, eren… you have a good reason for this, right?”

eren looks away from you, not wanting to make eye contact. “i have a plan, y/n. it’s going to work, i know it is.”

“what is it, baby? please, just between us two… i need to know why you left me for so long. i’ve been hurting so much. i love you eren, so fucking much. i literally can’t see myself without you, i see a future with you. please, eren. i want to be with you through it all, thick and thin. we are going to defeat marley together, right?”

“y/n. you are the light in my life, the reason i’m doing everything i am. i want you to live such a perfect life, whether it’s with me or not. i know what i’m doing. i’m doing it for you.”

“no.. no no no! you’re supposed to be doing it WITH me, not FOR me! we’re a pair, we do it together!” you bang on the prison bars, “please eren… i can help you.. yes, i’m upset with you, and i love armin and mikasa, even jean and connie! hell, i love sasha too, god rest her soul. i’m here to protect them all, just as i was in the cadets to protect you, armin and mika. but i love you the most, and if i had to choose… it’s always going to be you. i’d betray my comrades for you, eren-”

“no. no you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let you. i love you, y/n. with my life, my heart, my soul. i’m willing to die for you if i could, but i will not let you betray the others. they need you more than you need me.”

“eren…” you’re full blown crying now, tears running down your face and overall a crying mess. you reach your hands between the bars holding his face in them and he places his arms through the bars to your waist, “please, eren. let me be by your side. i know floch released information about you, us imprisoning you. it was a tough decision, but someone leaked information to me about how you’re going to escape and meet some of your, uh, followers? they didn’t know if they were supposed to tell me considering the fact i was so angry with you on the airship, but someone slipped up. i know that’s not your real plan, you have something else planned for this… there’s no way you want to be on zeke’s side.. right?”

eren laughs, “hell no. i fucking hate that guy.”

“then what are your true intentions, eren…” you run your thumb across his lips, glancing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

“... i can’t tell you. to protect you, armin, mikasa… the others. i can’t tell you. you’re not joining floch and my followers. you’re staying with the scouts.”

“eren, i’m not-”

“l/n? are you down there?”

you and eren pull away from your intimate hold, and put some distance between yourselves. you cough.

“yes, captain. sorry. i had to give eren another beating and more yelling.”

“well, get out. you’re not allowed to be alone with eren.”

“yessir!”

eren looks at you and looks away. you lean back in the prison bars, grab his shoulders and bring it between the bars. you give him a kiss, a light yet deep kiss. one that just screams, please eren. he kisses you back, putting one hand on your waist. you pull away from his lips.

“.... i love you, eren. please, reconsider,” you whisper.

“i love you, y/n. more than you ever will know, i promise to spend my last 4 years with you,” his words make you tilt your head in confusion, “you’ll understand later. i promise you .”

you start to walk back, but then you hear eren’s last words to you, “you gonna let me ravage you soon, right? don’t act like i know you don’t think i’m so hot now.”

you giggle and walk backwards to look back at him, “i’ll think about. maybe if you’re a good boy, you can bend me over and do nasty things to me. maybe more, yeah?”

“oh? is this a promise or are you a tease?’

“take your pick.”

you walk up the stairs, leaving the man of your dreams locked in the prison.

eren escaped the prison. he met with his followers, the jaegerists, just as you had known was going to happen. you and the squad went to a restaurant to talk with niccolo. you didn’t expect what happened to happen. sasha’s family were there to eat, niccolo found out that the girl who killed sasha, gabi, was upon them and he threatened to kill both her and falco, the young eldian boy with her. after a dramatic episode with sasha’s adopted little sister, the little girl she saved from a titan, you, armin and mikasa take gabi to a separate room. you have a small talk, only to see your beloved walk in, with a threat. but to see eren again made your stomach flutter with butterflies. god you can’t get over how hot he looks.

he tells you to leave, he needs to talk to armin and mikasa by themselves. as he sends you out, there's a soldier who leads you into another room. you assume eren told him to lead you into another room. you take off your green military jacket, leaving you in your normal day outfit. after a bit, eren walks in. you blush, because god damn he’s so hot.

“....”

“... why are you so quiet?” eren asks.

“i-i don’t.. i don’t know. everything that’s happening, it’s just. so confusing…”

“thought you wanted me to bend you over? is that not what you said?”

you look up immediately in shock, “eh?”

eren smirks, “ eh? ” he mocks you, “i said, i thought you wanted me to-”

“i heard you the first time.. seriously, eren? right now? i don’t think this is the right time to-”

“baby, i’m joking. well, not really. i kind of was hoping we would do something here, but you obviously don’t and i am not going to force you,” he sighs, “can we just… hold hands and sit in silence? everything is stressing me out and i don’t know what to do with you.”

“what to do with me..?”

“shh, just hold my hands and shut up.”

…

“eren jaeger, i know you did not just tell me to-”

“y/n l/n.”

you immediately shut up, knowing you hate when he uses your first and last name. you look away and he reaches forward and places his hands out in front of him, on the table.

“hands.”

you hold his hands, fingers interlocked, and look into his eyes. those teal eyes… you could stare into them forever. you sit in silence for about five minutes.

“y/n.”

you hum in response.

“do you love me?”

“more than life itself.”

“... okay.”

they sit in silence once again.

“eren…”

“yes, my love?”

“.... can we… um…”

“hm? use your words, baby.”

ugh, you hate it when his pet names make you melt. and the way he uses them? UGH he just makes you want to just sit there and obey him forever if it meant him calling you baby. you started to blush and squirm in the chair. eren smirks and chuckles.

“is something wrong, baby? do you… need some release? you look like a pathetic whore in heat.”

you look at him with widened eyes. you’ve never heard eren speak like this to you before, but you.. kinda like it. like, you and eren haven’t even done sexual things so for you both to say dirty things, let alone imply sexual activities towards each other, was new. and well, it seems like that's going to change. eren leans forward with his body, taking back his hands and putting one on the table and one to grip your chin towards him.

“ are you going to fucking answer me? ”

“i-i.. i, um-”

“god, you can’t even speak. you’re so awestruck by the way i’m treating you? it was bound to happen sometime, all you do is cry about how much you love me. it’s annoying. i’m surprised you aren’t a jaegerist, on your knees kissing my shoes. begging for me to fuck the shit out of you. huh? is that what you want? for me to fuck the shit out of you? HUH? answer me, you fucking whore! ” eren slaps your face with the hand that gripped your chin, and he grips it again. he force opens your mouth and he spits in it, “ swallow it. ”

“y-yes sir,” are the only words that could come out, and it boosted his ego and the tent in his pants you didn’t notice until now started to show more. you swallowed the liquid he spit into your mouth and stared into his beautiful teal eyes. you know this is just foreplay, he’s not genuinely angry with you. because his eyes never changed. this is the love of your life… he wouldn’t hurt you. you know he wouldn’t hurt you. you open your mouth to show him you swallowed it and he chuckles.

“ good. ” he lets go of your jaw and pats your head. he looks you in the eye and smiles. a genuine loving smile. he speaks again, “are you okay with this? with what i'm doing?”

you nod, giving a smile back. “i feel amazing, eren. are we… are we gonna, y’know…”

“hm? what did i say about using your words?”

you groan and look away from his eyes. “are we, no, are you actually going to bend me over and do nasty things to me?”

“do you want me to?”

“…yes.”

eren smirks and chuckles. “your wish will be my command.”

on an instant, eren grabs your arm and yanks you over the table. he walks to where you were just standing, and then he drags you by your hair to get off the table. he forces you on the floor, on your two knees to face towards him and his bulge that was being held in his dark pants, screaming to come out. he leans against the table.

“well? what are you waiting for? i’m not helping you. you’re on your own.”

you roll your eyes and you feel like you just know what you’re supposed to do. your hands make way to his pants, unbuttoning it immediately. you pull his pants down to his ankles, and start to rub his bulge. eren sucks in a breath, leaning his head back. he’s getting impatient, he actually can’t wait. he pulls his underwear down, his girthy member slapping against his stomach. he backs up to sit on a chair and spreads his legs apart for you. you stare at him with a flushed face and widened eyes. because it’s your guy’s first time doing anything like this, he smirks and starts pumping his member. pre-cum leaking out. he bites his lip, tilts his head back and lets out a low moan.

“y/n. start. i’m not doing everything for you from here on. suck it.”

you stare at his member, not in fear because your beloved’s cock is big, but in shock. will i… will i be able to fit this in my mouth? let alone.. inSIDE of me?? you lean forward, trying not to let him wait any longer. you lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip, earning a strangled moan from eren. he doesn’t want to pull your hair yet, so he just keeps caressing his thighs. you lick it some more, and then you finally stick him inside your mouth, and he instantly thrusts into your mouth. you let out a choke and pull off to cough. he opens his eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, stroking it.

“i’m sorry baby, i-it was an instant reaction. i’ll try not to do that until you’re ready. j-just.. keep going…”

you nod your head after coughing, letting your mouth right back onto his cock. you slowly start to bob your head, letting your tongue glide against the veins. trying not to bite, you start to bob your head quicker. you use your hand for whatever you can't reach and you just do this for a few minutes. eren’s legs start to shake. you lick his tip a few times, and eren’s hands go to your hair, pushing your head down a little further. he’s close. you can’t tell, but he knows he is. he thrusts up into your mouth, making you gag but you also moan, because fuck it feels so good. the vibrations from your noises trigger him, and he thrusts up more.

“f-fuck, y/n… i’m… i-i’m coming-!”

he pushes your head down all the way, your nose touching his skin. you’re gagging as thick liquid spurts up into your throat, making you gag just a bit more. your eyes tear up from the pain in your mouth, but your body feels tingly, on the verge of an orgasm. eren pulls out of your mouth while breathing heavy. you pull back with lust-filled eyes and you know you’re dying to have him inside you now. you open your mouth to show him his cum on your tongue, then you swallow that and show him your tongue once more. he blushes and giggles, looking away from your face. if he looks again, he might cum again, he doesn’t want to. not yet.

“e-eren… i need you… please, eren.”

eren looks at you and chuckles, “fuck… get on the table. i can’t hold back any longer.”

eren helps you up and sets you on the table in front of you both. he pulls off every piece of clothing you had on, your shirt your undershirt, your pants and your underwear, all at once. he refuses to wait. he needs to be in you now. he looks at your wet folds, he knows you were on the verge of cumming. he gives one long lick against you, and you bite your lip, twitching your legs and holding in your moans. he gets up and puts both arms on either side of your head. his member sliding against your folds.

“oh no no no, you are not going to hold back. i want everyone to know who is getting fucked and by who. i want everyone to know my partner of four years is a whore, a slut for my dick. that they’d do anything just to have eren jaeger’s cock in their mouth, in their beautiful pussy. yeah? are you my little cockwhore?”

“yes sir! i’m your little cockwhore, your little slut. please ‘ren, i want you.. no, i need you!!”

“god, baby. say it again, one more time baby..”

“EREN.”

“oh my god, babe. JUST DO IT!”

you both giggle as if there aren’t soldiers threatening your friends and comrades outside that door. eren looks at you with a genuine smile, and he mumbles “please, baby.”

“... i’m your little cockwhore, ‘ren. your little slutty cockwhore.”

“yeah? who’s pussy is this? huh? who’s pussy am i about to fuck?”

“... mine?”

eren lifts an arm and smacks your face, gripping your chin tightly. “try again.”

“y-yours…”

“what was that?”

“it’s yours…”

“what’s mine? didn’t your mother teach you how to speak? what. is. mine?” he uses that hand that gripped your chin to slap his cock against your throbbing area, sliding his cock between your folds.

“this pussy is yours, eren! this virgin pussy is all yours, eren, now can you PLEASE - o-oh!”

eren laughs as he just slides his member inside of you, slowly. it’s both of your first times, but it feels like it’s not. your cunt is so tight, but it feels as though it’s been used so many times. he gets in all the way, and you reach over to grip his man bun. you pull it out of its hair tie because you didn’t want to bother working with it later. he stays in, waiting for you to give him the go. you clench yourself around him, and considering the fact you were on the brink of orgasm when you were sucking him off, you actually orgasm right then and there. you clench around him tightly, moaning and gripping his long hair. he puts his hand back down next to your head.

“y-y/n?!”

“eren! o-oh fuck… -i-i’m sorry… i was on t-the brink of coming, i’m sorry-! EREN!”

he starts to thrust in, using your juices as lubricant and he just goes for it. fuck waiting, you already came. and he was going to make sure you get another orgasm. he wants his baby to be spoiled with his cum. he thrusts in and out, seeing his cock become visible and invisible. you moan, scream, every verb in the dictionary. you move your hands from his hair to his back and chest, leaving marks all over. eren grunts, feelings so good from your nails scratching him. oh god, his baby is making him feel so good. and he know he’s making his baby feel so good too, it’s very well shown on your face. he keep thrusting until he hits the spot to make you wild.

“EREN! oh my god, please eren, i’m so close, please please! please treat me like your little whore! you’re hitting the spot i never knew existed, please don’t stop!”

“you want it? you want me to fuck a baby into you? hm? want your sadistic boyfriend to breed you?”

god, you were losing it. eren grabs your body, he keeps his dick inside and he pulls you down to the chair with him. he wants you to ride him. and god, it’s a new sensation. you feel like you’re seeing god when you ride him. you hop on his lap, and he holds on to your waist while fucking up into you. you stare into his beautiful blueish green eyes. you wrap one arm around his neck and the other to his cheek and you kiss him. he, of course, kisses back. he helps you hop on him while holding your waist. everything feels so good.

“eren… i’m close again..” you mumble to the boy.

“i know , baby, i am too. i am too.”

he leaves marks all over your chest, just as you left nail marks on his back. you guys just sit like this, you keep riding him until you both are on the verge of another orgasm. he holds you against him, fucking into you so quick and fast and it just keeps hitting your walls. you’re both about to orgasm.

“eren! i’m gonna come, i-i’m-”

“let it out baby, i wanna hear you. i want everyone to hear you! please baby, i love you!”

“eren! i’m- f-fuck.. i love you, eren!”

after you both orgasm for a second time, you both sit there. enjoying each other's hot air, finishing off the post orgasm and intimate moment together. you both stare into each other's eyes, sharing the bonding moment. you both smile at each other, and you nuzzle into his neck. you love eren, you loved him so much. you can’t picture your future without him. he helps you up and he sets you back on the table. he looks around the entire room searching for wipes or paper towels. fortunately, he finds paper towels and cleans your private areas off. he’s beyond happy to have shared such a moment with you, finally. he gives you a deep kiss. he loves you so much. he would love to picture himself in your future.

but,

he wasn’t in it.

2 years have passed since the rumbling.

you miss him.

you miss eren so much.

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jeanbeaux · 4 years ago

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CANDIDS

bertholdt hoover x f!reader

w/c: 1.5k

genre/warnings: modern!au, tooth rotting fluff, author apologizes for any cavities given, Bertholdt is introduced like a haikyuu character post time skip

a/n: This is a part of @peachy-momos’ 300 follower polaroid collab! I had a lot of fun with it and hope you enjoy, Berty boi is def one of my underrated faves of the AOT universe. Much love to my beta-reader @ivsahi who has now realized shes a bertholdt kinnie.

If you were to ask Bertholdt Hoover, 25, wildlife photographer for National Geographic, what his favorite camera he had used over the years was, the answer would surprise you.

It’s not his father’s old Minolta Maxxum 7000, which he found at age six. He wasn’t even after the camera, just fascinated by the worn leather strap that was peaking out of the shelf in the living room. And so he reached up on his tip-toes and yanked down, sending the rest of the books clattering as the 35 MM SLR fell into his grubby little hands. The crash gave his mother a fright, but her scolding died on her tongue as she saw her son’s steel green eyes light up with fascination as he played with the dials.

Nor is it the Canon EOS 7D he got on his 10th birthday. He carried that with him everywhere, taking pictures of him and Reiner on their adventures in the patch of woods beyond his house or the various dogs he saw in his neighborhood. He’s pretty sure his fingerprints have worn into the rubber grip on the side.

Those cameras started it all for him, and they sit in retirement beside all the shiny DSLRs and focus attachments on the dark cherry floating shelves in his office. With a wall of his room dedicated to computerized gadgets that have let him capture migratory birds in flight and cheetahs mid stride, it’s almost outlandish that Bertholdt Hoover’s favorite camera looked like a child’s toy — for its nothing other than Fujifilm Instax Mini 9.

He still remembers the day you ran into him, quite literally, at the college bookstore, sending his film canisters flying everywhere and your coffee straight on to his weathered flannel. You were babbling apologies as he turned redder, going on about how you must be so blind to not see the literal tower of the human being in your way, hoping to salvage your fumble by treating him to a drink at your favorite cafe on campus.

After an outfit change, he found himself in a booth telling you all about how he’s struggling with color negative film development. You didn’t listen like Reiner does, who always interrupted to joke about how Bertholdt should help him stage his nudes, or even like Annie, who he was pretty sure lets him go on because it’s the perfect form of white noise to her.

Instead, you sat with your head in one hand, nodding enthusiastically and probing him further. You were genuinely interested, someone who made his passion feel appreciated. And that’s what caused that one coffee date to turn into another, and then three months later, you’re in his dorm room presenting him a cream colored polaroid camera with a Cyndaquill charm attached.

“It’s so you can understand the only camera I own,” you said, pulling your own polaroid out of your bag with a smile.

It looked minuscule in his giant hands, the device rotating in his palms as he tried to figure out the settings. “What makes this one so different from the ones I have?” he asked.

“Because you can’t edit the pictures, silly. You’re always fixing the lighting and colors even on your film prints, this just captures everything in the moment. And you can’t reprint them, so each picture is a limited edition Bertholdt Hoover original. See, look!”

Bertholdt’s head shot up after he heard the flash that followed the end of the sentence. He may love being behind the camera, but he still needs some time to be comfortable being in front of it. He was tensing in anticipation as you both waited for the picture to develop, the white square fading to reveal the image of Bertholdt, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the camera. He looked at ease, in his element.

It was the first candid of himself he ever liked.

“Aw, look at you,” you cooed as you slid the polaroid into your phone case. “Now I think that’s a moment of you worth saving, don’t you agree?”

A year later, he found himself bringing the Polaroid along with him on your dates. You had decided to celebrate your anniversary on Paradis Beach, laying out a red and white checkered cloth on the sand and lounging the day away. The snacks that were spread out on the charcuterie board dwindled as the sun began to dip into the waves; you and Bertholdt both focused on painting pictures of each other.

“And done!” you announced, turning your canvas around for your boyfriend to see. You had splotted it in blue and green, the black line art you drew of his face standing in a striking contrast. The canvas now hangs in the living room of your shared apartment, and you’d later argue that it was your Picasso inspired interpretation of your boyfriend to anyone who notices it at your dinner parties; but in reality, it looked like elongated Wirt from Over the Garden Wall.

“Why did you make me look like Jean?”

“It looks nothing like Jean, the nose is totally different! It’s not my fault you have the same head.”

“Please don’t tell him or show him that, he’ll rope me into his arguments with Eren,” he teased.

“Well, let’s see how well you did then, DaVinci.” You peered over his shoulder in search of his work. The watercolor rendition captured you perfectly — from to the flecks in your irises to the soft upturn of your lips when you smiled.

It looked like it could be one of his pictures.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to do this with an art major,” you sigh. “Of course your painting would turn out more legitimate than mine.”

“Hey! I never said I didn't like it. And, I’m a Digital and Film Photography major, you know.”

“Tomato, tomah-to,” you stuck out your tongue.

Bertholdt broke out into a laugh as he looked at you, your brows furrowed in mock anger as you pouted back at him. As he saw you with your teal sundress fluttering in the wind, the flyaways of your hair turning golden under the setting sun, he realized that this vision of you was something he wanted to immortalize. And with a soft “look over here, dove” to beckon you gaze towards him, Bertholdt clicks on the shutter, a smile of his own growing behind the camera to match the one you’re beaming at him. He pulls out the film and waits for the picture to appear, and to his chagrin, the camera focused on the sun behind you, the film yielding your silhouette against the orange sky.

He frowned and turned the camera back around, searching for the light filtering settings.

“What are you looking for?” You moved to lay down next to him, your head falling back on his chest.

“The metering adjustment, it keeps focusing on the sun.”

“I don’t think a camera that was meant to be understood by 16 year olds would have anything that fancy,” you snorted, reaching out for the Polaroid to turn the dial to the image of the sun on the rim of the lens. “The solution is more simple than you think, o wise photography major. So smile! Let’s take a selfie.”

Now, Bertholdt finds himself chuckling as he pulls that selfie out of the box containing all the polaroids you had gathered in the three years you had been together. It had turned out horribly, catching only the top half of your face and his chin. It had taken you five tries to get both your heads into the frame, but he decides to hang up all of the pictures on the string in front of him instead of the sole perfect one.

He takes a step back to admire his handy work, the gazebo of the botanical garden he took you to on your first real date now fully surrounded with alternating garlands of your favorite flowers and photo donned fairy lights that were slowly coming to life with the growing twilight.

It was incredible how much that little camera had captured — the Camp Half-Blood halloween costumes, the weathervane like sleeping positions you found him with your cat, the pictures in front in every state sign you ever travelled to and the ones he caught of you cooking in the kitchen.

Your entire relationship filled the little white rectangles that hung from the wooden rafters, and the next step was in the little velvet box in his back pocket.

“So, Bertholdt,” Reiner calls out, “Which one of your fancy cameras am I using to catch the big moment in?”

Bertholdt bends down to rummage for the Polaroid in his camera bag, the cream shell now marred with a few scratches and the Pokemon charm now fading in color. He’s got Annie using the Nikon and Porco on his iPhone for a video, but he knows he can trust Reiner with the most important camera of all.

After all, this is a moment he wants to make sure you both have forever — unedited & irreplaceable.

thank you for reading!!

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b0rista · 4 years ago

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— WHEN IT RAINS ON YOUR WEDDING DAY. ❤︎

characters included: jean, connie, & reiner.

author's note: BYEHDH first post in a minute!1!!1!1!!1! also this is all assuming that your ceremony is set to take place outdoors obviously dndnmf

— JEAN.

the rain would hit just as you were preparing for the ceremony to begin, in your dress and all. you looked beautiful, and you were more than ready to spend the rest of your life with the man waiting for you outside. with that being said, once you saw the ground dampen from outside the window, your heart sank

still, you were not as frustrated as jean was. it wasn't even comparable, really. he wanted this moment to be absolutely perfect, and the fact that something had gotten in the way infuriated him. nevertheless, he planned on leaving that venue a married man. so, as angry as he was, he reconvened with you

and he did that in the,, dumbest way possible. because he knew he wouldn't be able to see you in your dress, he literally scReamed for you from outside. you were several stories up in the church surrounding your outdoor venue, and he was calling for you from below. like that of a fairytale, you opened the window, looked down at him, and screamed back ❤️

"jean, what are we going to do?"

the question softened him up a little bit, in all honesty. seeing just your face, looking so concerned. from below, he gawked at you, but only for a moment. it was seeing you feeling so down that flipped a switch in him, and before you could worry any further, he aggresively moved to reassure you. with a pointed finger and a gnarl in his brow, he'd shout:

"what do you mean what are we going to do? we're gonna get fuckin' married! having served in the military and all, it's a shocker that you aren't willing to get a little wet, beautiful."

and because you never backed down from a challenge, you marched down that aisle, and beautifully so. when it was time for him to kiss his bride, jean took down your hair, letting the rain droplets course through your locks. after all, the weather was bound to ruin it, anyway.

— CONNIE.

similar to jean's scenario, the rain began its course just as the ceremony was about to begin. and as down as you were about it, you still decided to get ready to be walked down the aisle. no matter the weather, you were planning on being wed

as for connie, though, he wasn't nearly as confident as jean would have been. in fact, he practically fell into a half hour long depression over the fact that it was going to storm on your guys' wedding day. quite literally, he was heartbroken. he was profoundly bummed out, and the only person capable of lightening his spirits was you

that being said, with total disregards for the sake of basic tradition, he wound up at your dressing room. softly, he called your name, moving to make himself comfortable inside. however, before he could even stick his head through the door, you threw a comb at him, screeching at him that he couldn't see you in your dress. with that, he simply leaned against the closed door. and like a true lover, you walked on over, leaning against your side. cinematically, it was rlly pretty, the two of you leaning your sides against the opposite sides of a stupid door

"i wanted today to be perfect, y'know."

"pardon?"

the single word itself was enough to make connie blink, a single brow furrowed. meanwhile, on the other side, you were working up quite the committed bride speech

"we've slaughtered literal stampedes of titans, kicked the shit out of trained vigilantes, sat through keith shadis' lectures side by side, and not to mention the fact that we've looked death itself in the face far more times than humanely necessary for teenagers— we've done all of that. all of that, to build up to this moment. our moment. it's rain, baby. maybe the gods above saw that we're still smiling after having survived the shitfest of a life they'd given us, and they started to cry because they'd lost."

creaking the door open just the slightest bit, you'd let only your eyes show, piercing through the crack as you looked at your husband to be. he was staring back at you, wide-eyed, waiting for you to continue. you couldn't help but grin:

"are we really going to let a couple piss babies like that ruin our perfect day?"

after simply gawking at you, connie's surprised expression slowly shifted into motivation, his frown forming into that of a smile. with his newfound hope, he would quickly shake his head— "hell no!" he'd say. then, after telling you just how lost he'd be without you, he ran off. he didn't want to be late to the alter, after all.

— REINER.

probably the least worried out of everyone on this list, surprisingly. unlike jean & connie, the rainstorm had hit after the wedding ceremony, and during the reception party. people were dancing, laughing, drinking, and the two of you were having the time of your lives. that being said, when bertholdt came rushing over to warn the two of you of the rain cloud coming through, the disappointed look on your face was inevitable

"what?" reiner would ask, as if he didn't believe him. of course, the two of you made sure to choose a sunny day whilst planning— this wasn't supposed to happen. so, when your newfound mother-in-law and your bridesmaids rushed to cover the cake and people were slowly shrinking beneath the weeping sky, you frowned, as if you'd just been heartbroken

reiner had his arms wrapped around you just as your face had dropped, as well; the two of you were dancing along with the hired band just as you'd received the news. so, he literally watched as your expression contorted, and it literally ripped his soul out of his chest

like the gentleman that he is [most of the time], he would shrug off his suit jacket, holding it above your head as it began to pour. as he did, he simply watched you sadly stare at the ground, puddles of water beginning to seep into the grass surrounding you. not being able to physically stand seeing you so sad on such an important day, reiner only did what his heart told him to

"take off your heels."

confused, you'd only look at him. with a nod of his head, he'd go, "it's gonna be hard to dance if you've got your heels sinking through every puddle. take off your heels, pull your hair down," slowly, he would remove his jacket from above you, letting the water fall onto you as he held your chin in his fingers, "and let loose with me."

with that, you'd only smile. as unexpected as the weather was, you could see just how much he was ready to waste the day away dancing with you beneath the sobbing sky— and the thought alone made your heart skip a beat

cue the dramatic costume change.

within ten minutes, you ran back to the party in your reception outfit, not wanting to dirty your wedding dress. you'd yanked down your hair, and rid yourself of your heels, stepping into the soaking wet grass entirely barefoot. reiner had been waiting for you, hair completely disheveled. once you arrived, beaming, the party started once more

you and your husband would dance, laugh, and love one another in the pouring rain, the rest of your party following suit in the best reception imaginable.

#attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #aot scenario #aot x reader #snk #jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader #connie springer #connie springer x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader

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