#reiner: please let me die

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmates AU in which when your soulmate is in a situation that can result in their death you get to see through their eyes. Like, I don't know how to explain this- it kind of flashes between what you see and what your soulmate sees. You know those edits where there's a scene going on and there's another one faded in the background happening at the same time? Similar to that. The idea is that you get to see what your soulmate sees too, on top of what you're seeing.

Now, this AU but JeanMarco. With Marco asking the others where's Jean, just for him to start seeing a corpse right in front of his eyes not even a second after asking. Seeing through Jean's eyes as he's trying to get hold of that gear and stuff. And once Jean's safe, once it clicks that you know his best friend is his soulmate Marco can't wait for them to graduate so he can you know tell him that.

Then, you know. That happens. And Jean is so fucking confused because he keeps seeing Annie crying, looking down on him. Only when Annie starts getting off the gear, when his soulmate starts moving around trying to get away he starts panicking, starts moving around faster than before. And maybe he's too late. Or maybe he shows up in time and kills the titan. I don't know. That's not where I'm trying to get, but to the second option AKA Marco pulling an UNO reverse on Annie because he's a smart sneaky bastard like that and being like 'Hey you can't kill me, my soulmate will know it was you' which makes her stop trying to take off his gear. Reiner keeps telling her to do it, Bertholdt keeps yelling about that titan coming closer, but Annie... she has seen things, at some point. Flashes of moments that weren't hers, happening right in Trost- right in that moment. And she didn't give them too much thought until that moment, until it got confirmed that it has nothing to do with her titan powers.

'What do you mean by that?' she asks, because she needs to know more. Because she wants to know more. And Marco starts explaining how it works. Tells them that he has found his soulmate, that they will put all the blame on them for his death. Reiner doesn't believe him, keeps insisting that he's playing them around - he, and anyone born and raised on Marley, has never heard of something like that before, it doesn't exist - but Annie tells him to shut up and to let Marco go. Cue to the plot of any fic in which Marco doesn't straight up die after finding up their secret.

Anyway I don't know man, just,,, We need more soulmate aus for JeanMarco. That's an order.

[theragethatisdesire]

aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

[kentopedia]

❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

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bungo stray dogs . . .

nakahara chuuya and post wwii yakuza by @cheriiyaya

nakahara chuuya and the 1800s italian mafia by @osaemu

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky as rival painters in the renaissance by @aureatchi

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky in the trojan war by @fyorina

fyodor dostoevsky and victorian era royalty by @verlainepaul

dazai osamu as a fallen angel by @chuuyrr

jujutsu kaisen . . .

nanami kento and the renaissance by @kentopedia

okkotsu yuta as an edo period samurai by @anqelically

gojo satoru & geto suguru and the medieval period by @flowerpersephone

geto suguru as a nineteenth century vampire by @todorokies

nanami kento and the victorian era by @starsinmylatte

gojo satoru and orpheus and eurydice by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and the american old west by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and phantom of the opera by @mynahx3

geto suguru and ancient greece by @mochimooon

nanami kento and the heian period by @purpleqilinwrites

fushiguro toji as a medieval bandit by @honeybleed

true form sukuna ryomen and ancient greece by @girlwithsharpt33th

okkotsu yuuta and post apocalyptic 1600s by @atsquie

nanami kento as a medieval knight by @mynahx3

nanami kento and the regency period by @kentopedia

nanami kento and ancient japan by @mynahx3

attack on titan . . .

reiner braun as a wwii soldier by @thel0v3hashira143

levi ackerman and the impressionist era by @be-co-me

armin arlert and the early 20th century by @crazychaoticizzy

eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

demon slayer . . .

shinazugawa sanemi and antony & cleopatra by @mitsuristoleme

tengen uzui and the roaring 20s by @forest-hashira

haikyuu . . .

kuroo tetsurō and the space race by @ktsumu

kuroo tetsurō & iwaizumi hajime in regency era inspired japan by @jarjarwinx

persona 5 . . .

akira kurusu and the prohibition era by @clubkira

genshin impact . . .

albedo as a renaissance artist by @clubkira

dainsleif in the greatest showman by @rubysm

blue lock . . .

noel noa and indonesian colonization by

[lovelywritinglady]

Strangers (Part.1)

Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Season 3 Spoilers and Season 4 light spoilers You and Reiner use to be a couple until you found out he was the Armored Titan…

Time line is going to be ever so slightly altered for the next part.

Third Person Pov

"How could you Reiner?" You cried out to him trying to keep yourself balanced on the tree branch below him.

"What do mean, if you're talking about why I took you, it's simple. I love you and I just couldn't leave you to die along side these devils." Reiner spat in disgust as his eyes lingered on your shaky from below.

"Devils, how could you ever think we are devils?" You questioned him

"I'll tell you more when we get back to my home town. It will all make sense when we are there." He answered you looking hopeful

"You assholes are gonna pay, you hear me!" Eren screamed from behind you waving his severed hand like he was going to punch Reiner.

"Shut it you two, it's not like we can do anything right now anyway. See those titans down there?" Ymir questioned as you looked down to see dozens of titans looking up twords you. "Even if we could, we'd have no chance of escaping. Plus Y/n isn't one of us so she'd die easily especially sense you ain't got your ODM gear." She soke sounding rather disinterested.

"Ymir is right, we'll leave at nightfall when the titans are sleeping." Reiner spoke scanning the three of you. Ymir started talking to them, but you blocked out her words trying to focus on calming down and not losing you head. You picked up on a few words an phrase in particular caught your attention.

"We'll get Christa and then we'll go, I can't leave her here!" Ymir pleated which caused your anger to spike.

"Ymir what the hell!" You shouted walking towards her as her limbs grew back.

"What, I have nothing here except Christa and Reiner and Bertholdt have a future. This place will be dead soon any way, don't you want to live!" She screamed at you walking closer

"Calm down you two! Y/n hear me out." Reiner pleaded jumping down from the tree branch he was standing on. "Y/n please, everyone here will die and the last thing I want is for you to die with them. My hometown is special and there are so many things that I want to show you. Sights that you'll never be able to see, I can show them to you. Please let me take care of you in a place I know you'll be safe. I love you." Reiner declaired with pleating soft eyes that would normally make your heart melt.

"I'd rather die here with them than live a lie with you." You spat as frustrated tears began to form in your eyes. Depsite the fact that you loved him too and the very idea of departing with him shatters your soul.

"Go to hell!" Eren screamed jumping at Reiner hitting him across the face multiple times until finally Reiener hit him so hard that it knocked him out cold. Reiner began panting looking at you silelently telling you to follow him.

"Reiner look, it's the scouts!" Bertholdt yelled in in desperation gaining Reiner's full attention.

"Shit, looks like commander Erwin is a lot smarter than I thought." Reiner yelled jumping down twords you. "Get on my back sweet heart we need to go." He asked you holding out his hand. Part of you would like nothing more than to hold his hand and feel his body against yours. Except now he had betrayed you and your friends and there was no way in hell that you were going to let him take you, Eren, or Christa. So you took a page out of Eren's book and punched Reiner too. You were a lot better than Eren at hand-to-hand combat and this was the only thing you could think of. His nose began to bleed heavily and despite his best efforts, he was not as fast as you. You hit him anywhere you could thinking that if the fight lasted long enough the Scouts could get to you faster. However, your actions came to a painful halt as Bertholdt punched you in the back of the head knocking you out cold, just like Eren.

Reiner grabbed your unconcious body and securly held you to him with as much gentelness as he could. He hated seeing you so hurt and broken and vowed that no matter what he'd do whatever he could to make up for all of the mental strain he put on you, after all, he did love you. After some time flying through the forest, he turned into his titan form after handing you over to Bertholdt. He jumped down as Bertholdt and Ymir, who also assumed titan form, landed on his back after she went serching for Christa. Ymir then took her from her mouth causing Christa to cough.

Reiner ran as fast as he could trying to outrun the scouts, but they were too late. Commander Eriwn, along with a massive horde of titans, scouts, and MP's were coming twords them. All Reiner could do was brace for impact as he protected you, Eren, and Berthold underneath his armored hands and pray that Ymir was holding onto him tight as he smashed his way through the titans. And as scout by scout and titan by titan came at him trying to get you and Eren. Despite their best efforts, the scouts took you, Eren, and Christa back and Reiner had lost you and the coordinate. All he could do now is protect Berthold from the titans trying to eat them as he watched you being taken away from him on the back of Erwin Smith's horse.

Operation To Retake Wall Maria…

“You’re not going cadet.” Captain Levi commanded as you were getting ready to join your friends to retake wall Maria.

“Forgive me sir, but why the hell not?” You questioned him with clear anger.

“Calm down, Commander Erwin thinks you’ll be a liability. We already know that Reiner and Bertholdt wanted to take you back home with them. So it’s safe to say that they’ll try again. We simply can’t have that.” Levi reasoned

“Wouldn’t I be useful then, Sir?” You yelled still angry and confused at the situation.

“No, no offense to your skill but Erwin said so. That’s final cadet I don’t want to hear anything else about it.” He spat walking away from you because he didn’t want to continue arguing with you.

You were so furious at the commander but you knew deep down that he was right. That you would confront Reiner despite saying otherwise because what he did to you was unforgivable and you needed to know why. You desperately needed to know why Reiner was a Titan and what the hell he meant by “home town.” You needed answers and you only prayed that the scouts would be victorious so that you could receive some.

A few days later…

The scouts came back as they reetook Wall Maria. However, the casualties made it seem like thee was no win whatsoever despite the people of the walls rejoicing. Especially the people of Wall Maria as they would now be able to go home, including you.

The commander had died which made Hanji the new commander of the Scout Regiment. You were shocked to say the least, but you were glad that your friends survived. You asked Captain Levi about Reiner and Bertholdt and he told you what happened to them. Hearing that Armin nearly died and it was between him or the commander as to who would be come a Titan brought tears to your eyes. It was such a cruel choice and one that should have never have happened. Both should and deserved to live in your mind. Yet you remembered that this world is cruel and unfair. However, now with this victory the Scouts would now be able to venture further outside the walls than they ever have. You were excited to see the ocean and potentially see the world beyond. Little did you know about the dangers and hatred lurking not too far from your island home…

Three years later…

Three years without him. Three years of resenting him and hating him. Long nights filled with cries and nightmares from that day. Reiner was your rock and someone you always thought you could rely on. A lot of people throughout those three years thought that you were somehow a Marley spy, but that was soon forgotten as Hange made a public announcement about it. You needed answers for everything but more than anything you just wanted to see him, talk to him, and hold him. Because above all else, you still loved him.

You were now a high ranking official in the Scout Regiment. Your intelligence and experience helped you land the position. Especially with the recent developments with other countries. You had helped Hange and other become more diplomatic. While maintaining the idea that your island is still dangerous.

Now here you were on a boat, disguised as a tourist with a few friends and other me members of the regiment. You were tasked on getting intel on Marley. And so here you were feeling the wind blow your hair as the salty sea air filled your lungs. You felt peaceful despite the aching feeling in your heart. As Marley was Reiner’s homeland and there was a small chance that you would see him and that terrified you. You tried preparing yourself for it even taking to the commander on what to do if you should see him. But no amount of preparation could ever prepare you for the experience that lies ahead…

Thanks so much for reading💜 I apologize if the first part isn’t the best. I have better plans for the second one. Including flashbacks and more angst.

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one bed? - featuring the aot boys

today, we have: jean, bertholdt, and reiner

in which: there's only one bed? lmao have fun! note that in reiner's part, you are a warrior that escaped back to marley with reiner after the shiganshina arc.

warnings: none. i have extreme paranoia when it comes to me writing smut, so you will not see some from me until i get better (i am literally touch-starved, so i feel like anything i write will be cringe)!

author's note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what to write next. i'm literally out of ideas. either in the comments, or in my messages. i will appreciate ANYTHING.

jean

"alright everyone," hange says, "go to your respective rooms. we'll meet back up in the morning and explore some more!" she turns to leave with onyankopon and levi who were staying in a nearby hotel as to not draw too much attention.

you look around for jean, sasha, and connie who were also staying in this hotel with you. as soon as you went to grab sasha to room with, connie swooped in, and the two were so excited that they were going to have a "sleepover". you heave a small sigh.

"don't sound too disappointed." jean says, giving you a small smile. "sad you're stuck with me tonight?"

"never." you say, bumping your shoulder with his. "it will just be much harder to keep an eye on those two." jean's smile slowly slides off his face.

"oh yeah." not much you can do about it now. you grab jean's hand and pull him to go find your room.

"this is actually so interesting, being in marley. i can't believe they have actual cars!" you say excitedly, smiling while looking out the window. you couldn't believe how advanced this place is.

"you sound like hange now! keep it down before your dumbass gets us caught." you give jean a little smack.

"oh shut up." the two of you finally reach the room, and as jean opens the door, he stops halfway into the room.

"hey! get out of my way, horse-face!" jean turns to look at you, his face a little red.

"i think they gave us the wrong room." confused, you look around jean to see there is only one bed in the entire room.

"oh." the thought of spending the night with your best friend in the same bed also made you a little pink. much to your relief, jean didn't see because he was too busy hurrying to use the bathroom. in reality, he was trying to calm himself down, but you didn't know that.

your stomach was swirling as jean finally came out of the bathroom, his face wet, like he had washed it. you had to look away. of course you were nervous. you've had a crush on the man for quite a while now. but you'd rather die than admit that.

an awkward, uncomfortable silence blanketed the room. until jean spoke up. "I honestly think we should just share it. it's pretty big. and we've grown up together. it won't be awkward."

that's a relief. "yeah. as long as your big horse feet won't kick me in the middle of the night."

"hey! my feet are normal shaped!" you giggle, the previous tension gone. "yeah yeah."

the two of you chat a little bit before calling it a night. you tuck yourself under the covers, turning your back to jean. "i hope you don't snore."

"guess you'll find out tonight." the two of you try sleeping, and for a few hours, it was successful. until the room got incredibly cold. you shuffle closer to jean, but it wasn't helping all that much. you turn around, facing jean, who looked fast asleep.

"hey." silence. "hey!" nothing. so you start poking his face, and he flinches. "what?" now you're embarrassed.

"nevermind."

"oh no. you didn’t wake me up for nothing." he pokes your face. "what do you want?"

"can you hold me?"

"what?!"

"i'm cold!"

"oh. alright then, come here."

"really?"

"yes, y/n. now hurry up." so you weasel your way into his arms, sinking into his chest. he is so warm.

and in the morning, when he wakes up before you, he'll let you sleep, with your leg around his waist and his arms around you. maybe he will finally work up the courage to ask you out.

bertholdt

you were shaken. of course you were, you were kidnapped. the last thing you remember is walking away with armin on the wall, and you could faintly hear hange talking to moblit about titans that could dig. but you wake up on a tree, in the forest which was surrounded by titans. you see ymir awake, scowling at two men up on higher trees. is that eren over there? you have to blink because it's so bright, but when it finally comes into focus, you realize it's reiner and bertholdt. oh yeah. the traitors. you start breathing heavily, thinking about how it's your lover up there. ymir tries to calm you down, her eyes wide, but it doesn't work. how could he do this to you. was everything fake? were your friends still alive. why were you here? you start feeling faint, and feel hot tears pooling at your eyes. you faintly hear the screeching of odm gear coming closer, and you hear bertholdt talking to ymir, but it's too late, and you pass out once again.

when you awaken a second time, it's night. you have to adjust your eyes to try to figure out where you are. but all you see are stars. you're on the wall. you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n?" you turn your head without moving your body and see him. bertholdt, who's eyes are red and swollen. you reach your hand up to hold his face but then think better of it. you let your hand fall.

"i'm so sorry. y/n, i'm so sor-"

"bertholdt!" you recognize reiner's voice and lift your body up, with his hand on your back. you shove his hand away, ignoring the hurt look on his face. you see reiner and ymir coming your way. while bertholdt and reiner whisper to each other, ymir comes to check on you.

"are you alright?" you shrug. which earns a sad smirk from ymir. shortly after, bertholdt returns to kneeling next to you, but not saying anything. after a while, you find your voice.

you turn your head to bertholdt and ask, "how did i get here?" he flinches at your strained tone, but softly explains what happened while reiner and ymir set up sleeping bags they found in the district below. you also find out the truth about bertholdt's background. about him being from marley, his mission, why he decided to become a warrior. he explained about his sick father and the oppression he received just because he was eldian.

and suddenly, your heart was conflicted. there was life outside of the walls. but they weren't free. they had the same blood you did, and they were being tortured for it. but they killed so many innocent people from inside the walls. those people didn't know what they were dying for. they didn't deserve to die. you wanted to yell and scream at him, but you also wanted to comfort him. so you cried. you cried and cried and fell into him because you were weak, and despite hating him for all he had done, you loved him. and he held you as you cried, and eventually he started crying with you. so the two of you cried until there were no tears left. in the silence left behind, you whispered to him, "take me with you. take me home with you." too weak to argue, he agreed. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"ok."

what felt like hours later, reiner came to drop off the sleeping bag.

"i'm sorry, but we could only find three." while bertholdt starting insisting you take it, you just stand up and take the sleeping back from reiner, giving the man a hug, which surprised him.

"thank you. one is enough. we can share." and so you did.

you held onto his long ass body and just held each other, oozing comfort the both of you needed.

reiner

while porco and pieck were mocking him from behind, you were at his side, giggling at his little pout. you intertwined your arm with his and put your head on his shoulder, causing the two goons to laugh and mock even more. but the two of you didn't care. you guys were considered pretty close before, but after returning from paradise, the two of you were inseparable. the two of you walked along the festival, reiner occasionally having to stop to pay for gabi and the others, but never separating from you.

"oh, reiner!" pieck says, "don't forget about the meeting we have tomorrow." the both of you sigh.

"we haven't forgotten pieck," he replies. you detach yourself from reiner when you see porco beckoning to you. while reiner and pieck chatted, you were able to talk a bit with porco. the two of you wandered for a bit before reiner came to pull you away, looking a bit jealous, which porco wouldn't let him live down.

the two of you follow the children around until they get too tired and full from all the festival food. while reiner is dragging gabi around, the two of you talk about the trek you will have to make for the meeting.

"we should rent a hotel room. that way we won't have to get up too early tomorrow to travel."

"good idea!" so after dropping off the children at their respective homes, the two of you hitch a ride to the hotel nearest to HQ where the meeting was taking place. when the two of you check in, you only ask for one room, but two separate beds.

however, when the two of you went to go to sleep, there was only one bed. although, it didn't bother you two that much, as the two of you often slept over together.

so when it was time for bed, the two of you crawled in together, immediately cuddling together. you lay your head on his chest and he holds you. this was how you often found comfort when the two of you first got back from the island, often crying about bertholdt, annie, and the comrades you considered friends. and the two of you haven't stopped this little routine, even years later.

but this time felt a little different. reiner was holding you more tightly than usual. but you couldn't bring yourself to ask why because you were too tired. as you were falling asleep, you hear him whisper, "I love you." not that you would know this, but he had been telling you this for a long time when you were sleeping. so it quite surprise to him when you opened your eyes and smiled.

"I love you too." you slowly press a kiss to his lips and he graciously returns it.

author's note (again): will there be a part two? idk yet. let me know if y'all want one in the comments section. (and i know you saw my author's note up top. *suspicious side eye* you better tell me what to write next)

[aruanimess]

Round three, of me endlessly yapping on Reverse AU. I am still VERY new to this.. tumblr asking, notes and whatnot, so.. I apologise if I seem somewhat annoying and bothersome Anyway, less 'bout me, more on blondes! I'm going to try spitballing a few ideas there and there, because I don't have ONE big topic/arc to really focus on, so here we go!

1; Armin being captured after his identity is figured out. There are.. three way's of this going, in my opinion. >First, being that they managed to successfully take him down into the tunnels to capture him, possibly after some convincing by Annie, since he trusts her a lot? (Plus, if Armin sticks around to around S3 when they're all in that Cabin, hiding away from the Military Police and all. I think Annie and Armin would be.. somewhat awkward, between each other. Since, she cares for him, a lot and.. betrayed him.) >Second, same scene where his identity is discovered and remains at the top of the staircase, but more or less breaks down because he doesn't know what is right anymore, he cares for his new found friends, the thought of betraying them crushes his heart, so he gives up and surrenders peacefully. >Third, transforms and makes a run for the walls to dip, which could ALSO go multiple ways, but.. I don't really have much on that. 2; Warriors Reveal, though Armin is now in the midst of it. I cannot see Armin ever betraying Paradis Island and trying to capture Eren (a second time, mind you), now that Reiner decided to reveal their identites to the same bloke he tried capturing too - yikes. Armin could very well try making them surrender, in a subtle way so the situation doesn't escalate, nor turn his own comrades against him. So, he tricks them and everyone. Transforming along the other two to capture Eren, only to fight Reiner along with Eren but obviously ending in failure with Bert's Titan crushing them. On one hand, I think Bert would try getting Armin, though Reiner is too focused on the mission, he ditches Armin and makes a run for it.

3; Armin still gets captured by the Opaki, though he saves Annie from being the one to be captured by it. As fun and simple it would be if she was the one to be yoinked, so they couldn't use the power of the Colossal and rescue her, I decided to go differently with this. While Armin does end up getting captured, he isn't terrified that he can't protect his people, that they need him, without him he'll die. No, he's accepting his fate. They have Annie, they can still blow up the Doomsday Titan and they'll all be fine, he may die but will die at least doing something right for them, finally doing something useful after betraying his friends, and putting his life down on the line, as their Commander.

(I also agree he'd still be the next Commander that Hange would put the title upon, so.. it sorta means a lot, like he finally is one of them in some way? - I dunno, spitballing!) But, ahaa.. Yeah, that isn't happening. Annie is not letting that blonde go, despite they have a clear winning shot here, she is not about to let him die. Not now, there is still more to be said to him, with how she feels. So, the mission of saving Armin is once more! AND, to end it off, I like to think he'd still be suicidal and jump for the Parasite to hold it down along with Reiner, even if there's a chance of him dying from the Colossal's explosion.

I apologise having to read this entire shit-show of ideas in your inbox, I doubt I'll do more to not seem too big of a yapper, but we'll see! I hope everything is going well for you, have a wonderful day/night! Now, I depart. Toodles!

Hello, Rux!!

Please, never apologize for sending an ask! I absolutely love hearing your ideas and I’m very happy to know the reverse AU still resonates with people :D

Okay, now let’s see:

1. I do prefer the second scenario in the staircase scene. Armin at this point has nothing waiting for him back in Marley and as a character he generally prefers ending conflicts with talking rather than fighting so I believe he’d rather strike a deal and resolve this through diplomacy. 

2. Now for the Warriors reveal… we do have to consider that this scene occurs very soon after Armin’s own reveal. Like it’s all happening within three days tops. There’s always the possibility that he’s too busy getting interrogated within an inch of his life to even attend these events. 

Personally, I’m more curious as to whether Reiner and Bertolt would attempt to convince Zeke to launch an operation to “rescue” Armin at that point, or write him off as a lost cause. I think there’s potential for drama and bitterness in both cases. In the first scenario, you have a Reiner who fought to save Armin getting betrayed by someone he considered his friend, while in the second scenario, you have an Armin even more estranged by his peers in Marley, sad and disappointed they never even cared for him. 

3. Here you’re gonna have to forgive me, because I respectfully disagree.

While Armin and Annie would absolutely act the way you described in the event of Armin getting captured by the Okapi Titan, I don’t see why the Founder Ymir would bother to kidnap him. In canon, she only does so because he’s the Colossus and is the only one with the power to stop Eren. So I’m afraid that our girl Annie would have to be the one getting choked by that tongue… (well that was a sentence I’d never thought I’d write xD)

As for the Commander part… I don’t know. On one hand, I do see how meaningful such a gesture would be from Hange, accepting Armin as one of their own wholeheartedly. On the other hand, the idea of an outsider coming in to “save” the Paradisians from their plight and lead them to the truth makes me feel kind of uncomfortable. 

Personally, because I’m a useless bisexual with a one track mind, I’d love to see how Commander Annie could work. At the very least I’d like to consider the possibility of her assuming a leadership role. She’s not an out of the box thinker like Armin in canon, but she is very practical and very decisive when it comes to battle. In another world, raised alongside Eren and Mikasa and not as confined by her father and her circumstances, I can see her developing a keen eye for solutions, maybe not outrageous strategies, but clean simple yet effective and devastating in their consequences plans. She’s ruthless, she’s perceptive and she’s willing to give up her life to achieve her means.

Honestly? I’d love to see it explored.

[marleysfinest]

fem reader x reiner nsfw smutty ramble please pay me no mind i'm back on my reiner bullshit.

I must credit @pisspope @fromriches-tosin & @lemmetreatya for planting the sick notion of desk-fucking into my brain so CARELESSLY

ok but modern au businessman reiner who asks you to bring his favourite coffee to him on his lunch break. you pick up the flat white and practically run to the downtown skyscraper home to his offices and whoosh up the elevator to the top floor to find his secretary having already gone on lunch and his office door wide open. he's sat behind his desk with his black suit jacket hung neatly on the back of his chair, and he's gently rotating left and right as he stares at the numbers in front of him. you close the door slowly with your foot and he looks up to you looking hungry as he smiles. he discards the paper and leans back, beckoning you closer, and you gladly oblige. you rest the coffee on the desk - knowing already it'll be cold by the time he drinks it - and as you lean down to give him a kiss to say good afternoon he pulls you onto his lap so that you're straddling him and can already feel him pressing against you.

"that happy to see me, huh?" you coo as he holds you firmly in place and peppers your collarbone with kisses. you reciprocate by running your fingers firstly through his soft blonde hair, and then down the back of his neck and beneath his shirt. he smells like clean cotton and clementines.

"always," he mutters back, "when am I not?"

you grin back at him and lean in for another kiss, and you're met with force.

"what about your secretary?"

"they know not to bother me when the door's closed."

without further warning he unbuckles his belt and lifts you to prop you on the desk, gently tilting you back and positioning himself on top of you and squarely between your legs. he lifts your skirt and expertly pulls your panties to one side and slides in with ease and begins to make a mess of the desk, not that he minds. all of it - the business, the riches, the work-hard play-hard - comes second when it comes to you. you can tell he's working out the morning's stress as he thrusts into you, but he doesn't take it out on you. his grip is firm, his motions are rough, but still he treats you like the most precious thing on the planet. reiner seems to have found the perfect middle ground between fucking and making love.

"I've thought about this since I walked in here this morning," he says, his voice almost husky between the panting, "why didn't I fuck you before I got in the car?"

he's half thinking out loud, half really asking. you can't help but smile. three years in and you've still got him wrapped around your little finger like you did when you'd only been together three months. he fucks almost desperately as he hits you in your sweetest spot again and again, and despite feeling suddenly aware of the cityscape out the window beside you - if anyone really wanted to, they'd get a free show - you feel yourself begin to tighten and approach your climax. reiner senses this and his eyes widen, ever eager to feel you pulse around his cock. every time, though, it pushes him to his own edge. you reach up and grab his hair once more, holding him firmly in place.

"it's okay, baby, cum for me," you purr. his thrusts grow harder and the façade of cut-throat businessman melts away before your very eyes as he becomes lost in you fully.

"cum for me," you whisper again, resting your foreheads together. with the deepest, most delicious groan he releases inside you, but doesn't wait for his high to be fully over. he would die before allowing you to lose that feeling, and so swiftly pulls himself away, replacing his cock with two thick fingers and beginning to massage away. you can't help but let out a loud whimper as he uses his own release to keep your cunt nice and wet, letting him build up some speed to get you close again. as your thighs tense and your grip on his hair tightens he doesn't let up, and right on cue, he issues his command.

"cum, baby."

you pulse around his fingers and feel the mix of both of you drip onto the desk. he opens a drawer at the bottom of the desk and produces a clean towel - ever prepared - and gently cleans you up. after you've both regained some composure, he takes a sip of his coffee.

"I'd say there's still a good 45 minutes of lunch left, you wanna get some food?"

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Guard

Reiner Braun x Reader

Summary: When Reiner returns from his ten year long mission, he is assigned to protect the the woman he could never have.

Warnings: (sort of a) royalty!au, AOT inaccuracies [I changed ages (they’re 16 when Reiner leaves), timeline, universe rules (Reiner isn’t about to die)], smut, violence

Word Count: 4.3K

Masterlist

“Y/N, I'm Marleyan now. Just tell your father about us and maybe he’ll let us be together,” the new Armored Titan begged her. Ever since Reiner was a child, he had been trained in the warrior unit alongside the crown princess of Marley. Her father, the king, had insisted she be trained alongside the warriors she would one day lead.

She shook her head regretfully, tears sliding down her cheeks. She hadn’t stopped crying since Reiner had received the Armored Titan, having hoped that someone else would be chosen so he could just become her personal guard. “Reiner, you know that isn’t how it works,” she cried.

“Then tell me how this works. Tell me how we can be together,” he insisted.

She sighed, sparing a few glances around the dimly lit corridor. She had dismissed the night guard but Porco would no doubt be coming around soon. “We couldn’t have been. You know that. You were supposed to become my guard and then we could-”

“We could what? Sneak around behind your future husband’s back? Only see each other in dark corridors like this?” Reiner spat.

“Well, it’s not like we do anything different now!”

“Do you think I want to hide in the shadows for the rest of my life? Y/N, I don’t want to just be your secret lover. I want to be your husband,” he pleaded, reaching up and resting his hand on her jaw. “Please, please, just talk to your father. And then we can be together after my mission,” his hand slid down her neck, pulling her closer so he could rest his forehead on hers.

She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her face as she melted into her lover’s warmth. She knew it would never work. Her father would never let her marry an Eldian, honorary Marleyan or not. He merely saw them as weapons, otherwise he’d just slaughter all of them. Besides, there were already talks of who she would marry, her father wouldn’t wait for Reiner to get back from his mission regardless of blood. But she appeased him anyway, knowing he’d be gone tomorrow and that it was entirely possible he’d never come back. “Okay, I’ll wait,” she assured, bringing her lips to his.

“Thank you,” Reiner practically cried as he kissed her. He knew that she had wanted him to not receive a titan and just be her guard, but he wanted more than that. He wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up slightly just to carry her into the room to spend one last night together.

~

As Reiner was marched back into Marley for the first time in ten years, he immediately began searching for the royal family. They were perched up on a balcony, surveying the Eldians who had just come back from fighting their war. As he caught sight of his lover, his family found him, pulling him into relieved embraces before he really had the chance to look at her.

He reveled in the comfort of his mother for a moment before his eyes searched the balcony. He found the future queen standing next to her father with a hardened gaze, eyes flickering through the crowd. When she finally found the man she was looking for, it was like Reiner could see the past ten years melt from her face. Her expression softened and suddenly Reiner was sixteen again before he had left for Paradise Island.

Their silent reconnection was interrupted when Y/N moved, being pulled further into the man beside her. Reiner hadn’t even noticed the man, despite the glittering metals indicating that he was the commander of the Marleyan forces. Reiner’s heart sunk as he noticed the man’s grasp around her waist, the golden wedding band seemingly glinting in the sun brighter than anything else, mocking Reiner. The only thing worse was the diamond glittering on Y/N’s finger.

As his family pulled him away, towards their home, all Reiner could do was stare up at her at a loss. Betrayal, confusion, and anger all coursed through him as he realized she didn’t wait. That she had married another, maybe had his children. And to make it worse, her husband looked to be at least twenty years older than her. The harsh lines on his face did not assure Reiner that she was happy or in this marriage willingly. Which brought him just the slightest bit of comfort but made him worry for her even more.

~

“Zeke?” Reiner asked as he opened the door to his family home, the rest of his family within plain view of the door eating dinner. Although they seemed to have forgotten their meal as they watched the two heroes interact.

“We’re being summoned to the capitol,” Zeke explained. “The king wants an audience.”

Reiner hoped he didn’t reveal the pang of hurt in his chest as he nodded, grabbing his coat from beside the door before bidding his family goodnight. “Any clue what this is about?” he asked the War Chief.

“I imagine your former paramour has something to do with this,” Zeke answered casually. Reiner’s eyes widened as he stared at the Beast Titan. Turning to see his comrade’s reaction, a small smirk slipped onto Zeke’s face as he noticed his Vice War Chief’s expression. “Please, you practically stitched yourself to her side since you could fathom what a relationship was.” Reiner burned in embarrassment as he realized that that was true.

Nothing was said further as they made the fairly short walk to the castle. They were let in without issue and led to an office. There stood the king along with his entire family. He greeted the pair warmly, despite the fact that he was the one suppressing them. “Good to see you made it back from that island of devils safely,” the king greeted.

Zeke nodded, speaking for the both of them. “We were happy to procure that intelligence. As well as serve on the front lines both in Paradise and against the Mid-East Alliance.”

“Yes, you’ve both served your nation well. Marley is taking a well deserved break from war before we move in on the Isle of Paradise next year. In the meantime, you and the other titans will act as guards to my family in between your continued training. Braun,” Reiner’s head snapped up hearing his name, “you will act as the crown princess’s personal guard. You go everywhere with her.” The Armored Titan’s attention slid over to her. She made no indication that she cared or even heard her father, just continued to chat quietly with her mother. “I and General Klein agree she needs the most protection.”

That elicited a reaction from her as her head lifted, only sparing Reiner a glance before finding her father. “General Klein,” Reiner greeted, “I don’t believe we met before I left,” he said through gritted teeth, trying not to let his jealousy show.

“Ah yes!” the king interrupted, slapping a hand on the man’s shoulder. “You and Y/N were only married less than a year ago,” he recalled. A strange sense of comfort washed over Reiner. So she did wait, she waited as long as she could. But that was quickly thwarted by the knowledge that had he just come back a year earlier he wouldn’t have lost out on his chance with her.

“Ah,” Reiner acknowledged, trying to bite back his pain. “Congratulations,” he bid, staring at Y/N. Pain shone in her eyes as she watched the man she loved be forced to respect her husband.

“Thank you,” she uttered, her voice shaking softly. Her family all sent her glances, afraid she’d burst into tears right there. It was a well kept family secret that the future queen could not stand her husband.

“Father, why now?” Y/N protested. She had managed to find a reason to reject each of her suitors for the past nine years but this was the first one her father had pushed back on. “He is twice my age and it is said he beat his last wife.”

The king let out a frustrated sigh. “Y/N, you are twenty-five. You should have been married seven years ago. Klein is a great man. He will provide for you.”

“I will be queen! I will be the one providing.”

“He is the commander of our forces. It is only good practice that he be your husband.”

“Father, I am begging you please don’t do this to me.”

He merely shook his head. “I’m sorry Y/N but there is nothing I can do. Klein wants you as his wife and so you shall be.”

“Braun,” General Klein stepped in between his wife and her guard, reaching to shake the man’s hand. “I’ve heard great things. I’m sure you’ll be a great guard to my wife.”

“Of course, sir,” he agreed, shaking the man’s hand.

~

Creeping out of bed, Y/N made sure not to wake her husband. She sent one last glance at him before she opened the door, making sure he wasn’t stirring. Once she was satisfied he wouldn’t wake, she carefully pried open the doors that led to the main foyer of her living quarters. Crossing the room, she opened the door that led to the hall, finding Reiner standing across the hall, directly in front of the door. He didn’t look at all surprised as the door crept open. Whether that be a product of his training or expectations she wasn’t sure, but upon seeing her face appearing in the cracked door, he left his post, stepping towards the door. He opened it wide enough to fit his body through, neither of them uttering a word as the princess led him to the room opposite where her husband lay, her husband’s study.

Neither of them said anything for a moment as Reiner shut the door behind him. She had retreated to the other side of the room, putting some distance between them. They just stared at each other until Y/N finally spoke. “I’m sorry…” she said in a hallow voice. “I tried to wait. I really did.”

Reiner nodded. “I know you did,” he assured. “I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

The princess nodded, accepting his unnecessary apology. A beat of awkward silence passed between them. “I haven’t seen Annie.”

“Taken prisoner,” he explained simply in a soft tone.

“Bertolt?” Reiner just shook his head solemnly, remembering watching his friend be practically killed inside his titan. “Marcel?” she tried again, already knowing the answer. Reiner just once again shook his head. “Oh god…” she said in a slightly choked voice, moving to lean against her desk in shock. Sure, she had heard of casualties in the wars and knew of the ships that never returned from Paradise Island but she hadn’t felt those losses. A privilege of her position. But now that she lost friends she realized what all those soldiers and families must have felt. “So you and Zeke are the only ones who made it back?” He nodded again. “Will you ever have to go back?” she asked worriedly.

“Yes, unless you want all that work to have been for nothing,” he tried to joke but given the serious nature of their conversation, it came out harshly. “Sorry,” he apologized, seeing her hurt expression.

“No,” she shook her head, dismissing his apology. “I’m glad you made it home.”

“Me too,” he said with the tiniest smile. “At least I can be your personal guard for the time being. Like you wanted.”

She only nodded, still looking somber. Despite the fact that that was the most she could reasonably ask for, she wished she had listened to Reiner all those years ago and asked her father if she could marry him. She felt dirty even just standing here with him, despite the distance between them. “You were right,” she admitted. “I should have asked. If he said no we should have run.”

Relief flooded Reiner as she indicated her remaining feelings for him. He could only muster a nod of agreement before looking up at her. “Do you love him?” he asked.

“No,” she said, the most confident statement from her he had heard since he got back. “I don’t love him. I cried up until I walked down that aisle and cried even more after,” she admitted. “I rejected dozens of men waiting for you.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. Crossing the room quickly in a few long strides, he caged her between his body and the heavy desk. He reached for her face, holding her jaw in a firm grasp as he pulled her up to meet his lips. He felt his body warm in happiness as if he had finally come home for real, as she reciprocated. Her hand wrapped around his back, fisting his uniform jacket as the other one cupped the back of his neck. He stepped impossibly further into her, using his muscled legs and hips to pin her to the desk. She let out a soft moan, feeling him harden in his pants against her stomach.

Her hands slipped to his chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath before pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Or trying to anyway. His frame was so broad she struggled to get the jacket past his shoulders. But he took the hint, pulling off the coat for her. His hands next found her nightie, which left very little to the imagination already, and tore it from her body. She gasped as she was suddenly exposed to the cool air and surprised by the display of strength. “Comes with the titan,” he explained with a smirk against her lips. He continued kissing her until he pulled away, eliciting a whine from her as he flipped her around, bending her over his desk. He made quick work of her panties before letting his left hand rove her body, feeling her smooth skin and soft curves. “God I missed you,” he whispered gruffly into the crook of her neck as his right hand worked to undo his belt.

Once he was free, he wasted no time sheathing himself in her, eliciting deep moans from both of them. Reiner’s hand immediately clamped over her mouth, silencing her as his other arm came to wrap around her waist, pulling her body flush to him. “God, you’re already soaked,” he grunted, noticing the fact that he didn’t need to prepare her like when they had first fallen in love. His hand slipped down her face, holding the base of her jaw in a gentle yet firm grip.

“‘S been a long time,” she whimpered out. As her moans became louder, he returned his grip to her mouth.

“Yeah, me too,” Reiner agreed. He felt like a teenager all over again, he was so close to finishing. It had been ten years since he had been with anyone. “Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you like I do?” he taunted, pounding impossibly harder into her. She just shook her head no, her moans becoming more frantic despite the muffle. “Does he make you wet like I do?” she once again shook her head no as Reiner picked up the pace. “Does he touch you here?” he asked, his hand slipping down to rub her clit.

That little stimulation was all she needed as she came with a shudder. “Fuck! Reiner!” she moaned into his hand as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm until she felt him release inside of her. Her eyes rolled impossibly far into the back of her head at the feeling.

As he stopped moving inside of her, Reiner’s hands dropped to brace his weight on the desk, still caging the princess between them. His body leaned heavily on hers as she reached an arm back, fingers snaking through his short hair as he rested his head in the crook of her neck. “I love you, Reiner,” she breathed.

“I love you too,” he returned, pressing soft kisses into her neck.

~

Reiner held open the door for the princess, forgetting his military bearing as he continued to chuckle over the conversation they had on their walk. General Klein sent them a sideways glance as they entered. Reiner couldn’t help but feel the General’s scrutinizing gaze. At the very least the General was aware of his feelings for Y/N but he doubted the officer had sussed out their affair. He merely gave the man a short nod before stepping back out of the room.

The princess immediately sobered as she was left alone with her husband. “How was your dress fitting?” he asked.

She just shrugged, going over to her own office. “Fine,” she answered as she absentmindedly shut the door behind her. It only fell closed halfway so the General took advantage of the unconscious window she created.

As he stepped into her office, she looked surprised he had followed her. Nevertheless, she sat down and began on the stack of papers that required her review and signature. “You remember the state dinner tonight, right?” he asked.

She tried not to show her neglect, just continuing to read as she spoke. “Yes, I remembered. That’s why I was at a dress fitting.”

“No, that was a fitting for your cousin’s wedding,” Klein corrected. Y/N’s head snapped up, surprised he knew her schedule so well. As if reading her mind, he answered. “I’ve been getting updates on your location and schedule.”

“Why?” she prodded. The one redeeming factor of her husband was his indifference to her. As long as he got to sit on a throne one day he didn’t care. All of a sudden she was recalling one of her initial protests against him: the rumors that he had beat his last wife.

“I think we misjudged Braun. He’s too attentive to you. To the point that he is no longer effective at his job. He’s distracted.”

Y/N went rigid, hardening her face. It was a tactic they taught her to not show what she was thinking and she was desperately trying not to show how afraid she was. “Braun is fine,” she dismissed, going back to her work.

“Braun is in love with you!”

She just rolled her eyes, giving him an exasperated look. “No he isn’t. Any feelings you may have of him aside, both you and my father picked him because he’s the Armored Titan. He can protect me better than anyone else can. That’s why you got me 24/7 protection.”

“He wants to fuck you!”

“And so what if he does?! He’s Eldian.” It physically hurt her to say that word with so much disgust.

That seemed to satisfy any of her husband’s fears that she might be interested in her guard. But he was still angry so he marched closer, leaning over the desk threateningly. “Fine, but if he tries anything you will tell me. Remember, I am still your husband.”

It took all her self control to not glare at him. “Of course,” she agreed in the most monotonous tone she could muster. He still looked annoyed but stood up nonetheless.

“Good. Get ready.”

~

Y/N sat at the head table, bored out of her mind while her father gave his speech. Everyone in her family, including her husband, was listening to her father attentively. She was tempted to make a snarky joke about him being a brown noser but there was no one close enough to make the joke to. She was keenly aware of Reiner who stood directly behind her but it was not as if she could turn around to whisper a joke to him.

The rest of the night passed largely without incident. By the time it was the crown princess’ turn to give her speech, it was dark and a chill began to wrap through the crowd. As she stood up, she noticed all the officials and officers who had given their coats to their dates. Hell, even her little brother had given his jacket to his betrothed.

But she just smiled through gritted teeth and bore the chilly wind. The crowd applauded for her politely but she began quickly, not giving them much time to applaud. “Thank you,” she began, dismissing them. “Thank you to everyone for being here. I swear the speeches are almost done.” That elicited a round of laughter. “I can’t say anything that hasn’t been said by my father or his many generals and advisors. Including my husband.” There were several claps and cheers but she quickly cut them off. “So I’d like to extend a personal thanks to those who went to Paradise Island. As many of you know, I grew up and trained alongside the warrior candidates. And while I could obviously never serve my country the way my classmates did, I learned a lot from them. This is the first time my friend has been home in ten years. He served his country well and now he is serving me directly. So to the Armored Titan, thank you,” she said, turning to look at Reiner. He only gave her a slight nod and a bow. The crowd only gave a weak clap in response. “And to Zeke Yeager, Marcell Galliard, and Pieck Finger, who went to the Island to rescue their comrades. Thank-”

“Murderers!” someone screamed. “They’re all murderers! For Eldia!” the crazed man now standing in front of the audience screamed before throwing something.

Her eyes widened as she realized it was some sort of explosive. But she was frozen in shock, unable to move as Reiner suddenly appeared in front of her. She then felt this immense heat as the man in front of her transformed, growing larger than should be possible as his skin hardened. She heard herself as she heard a hard explosion, causing the titan holding her to shake with the force of the explosive. Then it was quiet for a moment before the screams started. But Y/N wasn’t even listening. She just looked up shakily, finding herself being held in one of the titan’s massive hands, again it’s even larger chest. She peered up, finding Reiner’s face looking down at her. She had never seen Reiner shift—or any titan for that matter—but she had seen photos. But all the photos she’d seen had been of humanoid monsters, they never had their human’s facial features or hair cut.

Reiner just about stopped breathing when he saw that man stand up and start approaching the stage. And he only just found his breath now that she was staring up at him like he was her whole world. Her wide eyes and heavy breathing made him want to comfort her but he was terrified to break her.

She turned to peer at the ground over his fingers. Also looking down, he saw the dais and the table had been crushed underneath his feet but no one seemed to be harmed. The Eldian Restorationist was currently pinned to the ground being arrested while everyone else stared up in awe at the titan.

Y/N turned her wide gaze back up to him. “Th-thank you.”

Inside the titan, Reiner melted. He desperately wished he had the ability to speak in his titan form. So he made she she was safe in his giant palm before lowering her to the ground slowly and gently. Once she had two feet safely planted on the ground, he pulled himself from his titan, appearing from the nape of its neck.

When Reiner emerged from the back of the Armored Titan’s neck, Y/N audibly gasped seeing what looked like wounds on his face. As he climbed down the steaming titan’s body, she resisted the urge to grasp his face and fret over his wounds.

Fortunately for their secret, the king was running over to his daughter. “Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked, grasping her shoulders. She didn’t even react, just stared at him in mild shock until Reiner pulled his attention from her. “Braun,” he addressed the titan, “thank you.”

“Just doing my job, sir.” Before he or the princess could say anything, General Klein was running over. He immediately began fretting over his wife—his ticket to a throne—bombarding her with questions and statements of worry as he practically dragged her away from everyone else. The rest of the family followed, leaving Reiner to just stare after them.

~

Y/N sighed a breath of relief as she closed her bedroom door. Her husband had not fallen asleep for a long time for once. But as she tried to catch her breath in the foyer of her chambers, she was surprised to see Reiner already standing there. He didn’t say a word, nor did his expression give anything away as he just walked into her husband’s study. She followed them into the room they usually used to talk, concerned.

“Reiner,” she breathed out, finally getting to see him. She went right up to him, grasping his face gently, her thumbs tracing underneath his eyes. She traced where the lines used to be, looking for any indication of the wounds. “Are you okay? Your face was… I was so worried,” she rambled.

“I’m okay,” he assured, grabbing her wrists gently but keeping her hands on his face. “That was normal,” he assured her. He then let go of her wrists, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. He held her tightly, reveling in her closeness and trying to reassure himself that she was ok. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

Eren talks about in season 1, episode 25 'Raid on Stohess District' (3) to Mikasa about how and I quote here "good it felt to let go. My mind, my body, my everything; almost like I wanted to die"

Mikasa immediately gasps in shock, and Eren is quick to explain he's not feeling like that anymore and it's over

AOT season 4 special 2 spoilers below!!

Now, cut to season 4, the first special where Reiner says

"if I were in his (Erens) place, I'd want someone to kill me" in reference to Eren doing the rumbling, and allowing his friends the freedom to do as they please. Eren later admits to Armin while in paths, towards the end of the special that he (Eren) was just following what memories showed him. Essentially letting go. which we also kinda see with Child! Eren during the rumbling, where he's got his arms stretched out wide, and is completely carefree and happy about seeing the outside world

I thought this was a neat detail, I'm rewatching AOT start to finish to see if I can catch stuff like this!!

[daryascurse]

𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 - 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

4/20 Oral Fixation miniseries [Sativa Flower][Indica Candy]

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pov : second person, AFAB reader, nongendered pronouns, modern AU w/ no titans ✧ tags: weed gummies, oraI, (female receiving), fingering, love bites ✧ word count: ~2.2k ✧ ao3 link ✧

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Reiner Braun had to help you peel apart the lock on the innocuous purple package. But it had split so easily in his broad hands, and you grinned abashedly as you peered into the bag.

“How strong are they?”

“Ten mg,” he said, pronouncing the abbreviation letter by letter. Your lips twisted again, this smile a little more smirky. You suppressed the giggle and reached in, plucking out a large purple pastille. It glittered with sugar sprinkling.

Your mouth watered.

“Do you want to split one?” Reiner asked.

“Baby, it’s okay,” you said, and fumbled in the bag to pull out a second gummy. You held your palm out to him. “I usually take ten anyway. It’s going to take a while to kick in, so we can see how it feels in a bit, alright?”

“Okay,” Reiner said. “Let me know if you feel sick or something, okay?”

He reached out and rolled one of the gummies out of your hand. You popped the other one into your mouth and chewed with a nod.

“We should pick something to put on. And we should get some snacks out.”

-

Lana Del Rey’s “Born to Die” album hiccups on its way through the spinning vinyl in the other room. Early evening light paints silver shadows on the walls, and you smack your tongue against your teeth to clean off the last traces of gummy you can just feel cloying there. It’s been a good ten, twenty minutes already.

“Could you get some water for me?” you call into the kitchen, and Reiner makes a half-sentence of assent. You hear the fridge door open. The bed creaks in symphony as you settle onto the comforter, kicking the fleece throw blanket down to the foot. Jasmine wafts through the air from the bathroom plug-in.

“Ice or no ice?”

“No ice. Thanks, baby.”

He brings in a tray of snacks and cups and he closes the curtains now, shade falling across the bedroom and creating a cocoon of walls and paints and fabrics to nestle the two of you away from the world. You reach for the LED remote and ask for your laptop. He pulls a chair close to the bed so you can open it there, prop it up for the two of you to see. You fumble to get peach-colored lights to bleed across the walls, and then Google with thick fingers to find where Moulin Rouge is streaming. Reiner slides a pair of coasters to the nightstand before putting two glasses of water down within reach.

“It’ll still take a little more to kick in,” you say out loud, and Reiner curls on the bed behind you with a light grunt, his knees drawing into the back of yours. You start the movie. Violins swell through the room, drowning out the sultry tones of the vinyl still turning. Reiner’s chest is warm, strong, firm against your back, and his arm falls over your waist to draw you even closer. Your head pushes into the pillow as you tilt your face up to grin at him, and his eyes, soft and warm like tea in the morning, smile back at you.

He kisses the side of your cheek with just the lightest scratches of the coils of his beard brushing your skin. You shift your hips against him, against the mattress. He lifts a foot, hooks it over your ankle.

“You didn’t want to put the movie on the projector?”

“That sounds like so much work,” you say with another side-eye up at him and pert pout of your lips. “I wouldn’t have taken the gummy if I wanted to be productive at all.”

“I can set it up for us,” Reiner says, and you shake your head.

“Just snuggle with me a little,” you wheedle, and twist your hips again.

He breathes low and easy through his nose, the rhythm smooth against your back as the curve of his pectoral muscles rise and fall. The cacophony building on screen is completely out of rhythm from his breaths, the cloud beginning to settle in your head and the warmth cloaking you from Reiner’s body, from the mattress, from the blanket at your toes.

“Hang – on,” he mutters, and you giggle as he adjusts, trying to reach over you to the plate. His arm is suffocating for a moment. You have a devious intrusive thought – I wanna bite – and then the bicep is gone as he withdraws. The motion separated your bodies, and you roll, turning your face away from the screen to settle on your back.

He puts a strawberry in your mouth, and your lips automatically turn to a perfect “o” to keep it from dropping down your throat. He looks down at you, fingers frozen inches from the stem, as you stare up through your eyelashes. He pinches the end of the strawberry, and you release your lips enough to let it lift; and bite the sweet red fruit.

Reiner smiles are you, a smile that seems a little lopsided, a little sleepy, and he reaches again to discard the strawberry stem. His fingers fumble over you as you chew and swallow, and he pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

“Eating will help it digest faster,” he says.

You let your fingers tap over his arm. “In a rush?”

His eyebrows raise, knit in sudden concern. “No. I mean – ”

“It’s okay,” you save him, and trace your fingers up to his shoulder. “I’m joking.”

You kiss him. Reiner tastes of the chocolate. Your tongue feels heavier in your mouth and you think dimly for a moment – should get a sip of that water.

He turns into you before you can pass the thought on to your body, his arm adjusting into a crouch with ease. The mattress dips below you, nestles into a new position under your back. You tilt your chin up at him, and in the further-slipping darkness, he fills your eyes. Your blood ebbs slowly through your veins.

“I think it’s hitting,” you say.

Reiner bends closer to kiss you as your lips fall once more into the “o” shape and he pauses for a moment; you chase him up with a lift of your neck and kiss him again.

He goes down the length of your body slowly, crawling and moving your legs almost for you – or maybe you move with him, maybe you’re pulling his strings like a puppet as your knees jerk in response to the kisses he places on your inner thighs as he coaxes your pants, panties, off. His mouth goes down, briefly, and then to your thighs where he opens his mouth and sucks a harsher kiss. You hiss, and he pulls back with a pop of his mouth, away from the secret bruise for the morning.

“Ow,” you say mildly.

“Sorry!” Reiner says with a grimace of alarm.

“’S-okay,” you say, shaking your head. “No, no, it’s okay.”

You hope your smile is reassuring as your skin grows lazy, as you feel the pillows curve around you.

“Are you comfortable?” Reiner asks, and you nod.

He lowers his head, the shadow of his nose, his jaw, strong in the dusky LED light. You shift your legs, bending a knee high, and Reiner catches the back of your thigh in his hand to hold you. He leans down, the arch of his shoulder blades pointing against his back muscles bathed in pink.

He eats you out with a tongue of chocolate melting warm into you, and you, pliant, sink into the sheets. Reiner is delicate in this, tongue probing into you and lapping away the same wetness that he’s so unfairly causing with motion and flicker. He swirls into you with each smacking lick, seeking out your entrance.

"Reiner," you say, his name almost slurring from you.

Something dances up against your legs, and his hand is joining his mouth. The heat of his fingers and his tongue makes your thighs tremble. Reiner’s tongue is making strokes, his fingers firm pressure, the touch on you leaving ghosting pressure. You try to roll your hips, finding your body not quite flowing the way it should as his fingers move across you, over sensitive, silky skin, and into you.

Moulin Rouge wails dramatically to your side.

You choke on the next sigh rising out of you.

“’Sokay,” Reiner murmurs, his finger running down your folds, splitting you open like petals across his hand as he pushes up. “Make a little noise.”

It’s the last thing you can really hear before the buzzing is rising in your ears and your mouth is slack. You know your sighs are collapsing into moans, your voice fluttering and tripping over his name as the darkness yawns further around you. Your body is down, shoulders, hips, small of your back, into the bed, as if you were a part of the mattress, and your limbs are feeble.

Reiner’s tasting you and savoring each lick, his tongue a gentle blanket that persistently covers you as it slides on and on and on so endlessly. His nose brushes, then pushes. Or maybe his fingers are what push, with a hand so large the span of it could cover you. He rubs his fingers into you, and your face must be vacant, your eyes seeing black. Your feet, your strained thighs, press into his back, his ribs, seeking weakly yet urgently to pull him forward.

“Rei-“ and “ner!” gasps out high, when the finger that curves into your walls pushes and your back struggles to arch off the bed.

“Mm,” is what he says into you, starving.  

Your cunt is puffy, thick, heavy with every beat of arousal he licks out of you, and maybe here at your hips is the anchor that keeps you pinned to the mattress. Maybe this is at fault, maybe not the edible seeping through your bloodstream and emptying your mind. You blink, and even that feels slow and heavy. The edge of your vision spins into the darkness.

Reiner shifts, and your leg slips off his shoulder. Your hips roll higher.

“I’m – oh -” you say without realizing it. The truth leaps from your lips and is evident in your shaking thighs that shake wildly. “It’s – ”

“Close?” Reiner murmurs.

“Yeah,” you let the word whine.

Closer than you’d thought, if you could spare any brain matter to thinking right now. Reiner is moving a little more frantically now, as you gasp and shudder, tiny motions of your hips pushing against him. It’s like the orgasm trips out of you, a beating heat that leaks oil down, down to his waiting mouth as Reiner draws it even further out of you, longer, hotter, with twitching thighs and rising voice.

“Oh,” you cry, with your head full of fog and stars. Your voice sings with the film, clearer and brighter than the tinny laptop speakers. Your legs shake.

Reiner’s hands are strong as they support the back of your thighs and they tighten, hard. He tastes all of you again and again and lets his tongue run over every inch of glistening skin. “Oh,” he echoes you, and the man sounds drunk, just as dazed.

You realize your hands are crossed on your chest, clutching at yourself with shaking fingers. “Wow,” you say. “Fuck.”

Reiner kisses the inside of your knee, and you let out a faint giggle. “Sensitive.”

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say.

He turns his head, still holding onto your leg, and his eye falls on the spinning scenes of the laptop. “Oh, we missed so much.”

“That’s okay,” you say breathlessly to the ceiling spinning just as heavily.

“No,” Reiner says, and you let out a squeal as he leans across your leg. He’s half in your line of sight and you let your eyes dance down, dreamily over him. He’s frowning in concentration as he taps at the laptop bar, trying to move the cursor back. “I know you love this movie. Let’s watch it.”

You coo his name in a slow singsong and reach out for him. The opening theme rolls through the air as Moulin Rouge starts again. Reiner tucks his chin and presses a kiss to your forehead as he settles back next to you, still letting you lie closest to the screen. You let him move your boneless body and reach back with an arm to trail your hand across his chest. As slick and saliva dries in creamy splashes across your thigh, you smile to yourself and think of returning the favor.

-

Later when night has firmly fallen and you’ve split another gummy after some time, the two of you will gobble scones in the kitchen, brought to work by your coworker Levi and stolen from the communal office space. You will sing “Come What May” through mouthfuls of blueberry, off-key and truly a different melody. Reiner will laugh, but he will not be laughing at you. He will wipe his mouth with the back of his hand when you interrupt yourself to tell him there are pastry crumbs in his moustache. His eyes will be relaxed and open, the crow’s feet of laughter still prancing across his face. And you two will be blissfully happy.

fin.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Reiner Braun - Wonderland (part 2)

Hullo! Part 2 of Wonderland is finally here! I know I previously said it would only have two parts, but it is highly likely I'll need at least one more part before calling it quits! hope you enjoy this <;3 (part 1 here) (part 3 here)

Follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 4 (ish). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this part of the story was Wildest dreams, from the 1989 album (I wish there was a Taylor's version for it, but we'll have to wait I guess.) This part also used Illicit affairs, from the Folklore album and Getaway Car, from the reputation album.

gn! reader.

usual AOT violence.

1.3 K words.

-> tag list for my dear readers who were waiting for an update! lmk if you want to be added &lt;3 @maliakealoha, @turituri09.

I thought "Heaven can't help me now".

A familiar scent tingled your senses, you could recognise the smell of his cologne even in such a busy street, with Sasha shoving ice cream up to your face and local food sellers frying their specialties in the main road. You took a quick glare over the crowd, scanning the millions of faces just to see him standing against one of the shop's wall - his eyes locked on your figure since God knows how long, merely hiding away from the rest of the Survey Corps. It was a miracle Levi didn't notice him staring - things could have escalated quickly otherwise.

You took Hange and the rest of your team to explore the city, explaining everything about their cultural and technological development.

"You've picked up the accent."

Jean scoffed, now bored of listening to everything you had to say. In the past 9 months, you had a full immersion experience of Liberio - you even managed to obtain a driving license. Hange had told you to maintain a discrete profile whilst trying to acquire as many skills as possible, and you did. Onyankopon as your main teacher, you had managed to completely blend in with the citizens of a nation that tried to exterminate your own population, destroying the city you grew up in and killing the people you loved. A nation that birthed Reiner, the love of your life, your nemesis - everything and nothing at the same time, the person that gave you everything and scarred you the most.

When the meeting was over, you greeted everyone and decided to part ways with them.

"They'll get suspicious if I won't be back.. Have fun for me too!"

You said, leaving the building before anyone could stop you or convince you otherwise.

Make sure nobody sees you leave. Hood over your head, keep your eyes down.

Finally entering what had now become your home, you took off the hooded cloak and hang it by the door. Hold habits die hard after all - and despite your cloak didn't have the wings of freedom on its back, it still reminded you of home, of Paradis, of your mission.

"Did they like it?"

Reiner said, greeting you at the door with a warm cup of coffee and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You only nodded in response, smiling weakly and accepting the cup of coffee. Making your way to the sofa, you let yourself fall on the soft fabric and kept silent. Replaying the day you just spent with your fellow comrades, you wondered whether it was fair for you to hate Reiner so much. Now that you're sitting in his apartment, drinking his coffee, living in his town. It's easy to wonder what life would be like if it wasn't for all these little games, the wars, the hate. You never questioned your loyalty towards Paradis, but sometimes you wished Reiner questioned his. After all, he was serving a country that hated him down to every stupid cell of his body.

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.

Tangled up in bed, you're full of him. Reiner's finger tips slowly drawing imaginary patterns on your soft skin whilst he tries to catch his breath. Making love with him was always exhausting, full of passion, and hate, and love, and remorse. It was an explosion of feelings, something that felt so right but so wrong. Loving him was incredibly easy - his features had grown with him, so much sometimes you could almost forget what he did. You could only see the beautiful man he had become, the thoughtful, loving man who only wanted to redeem himself. Who fell on his knees the first time he saw you again and begged for your forgiveness, because his feelings were always real. Because he had loved you since the first day of training as cadets and continued to do so even after so, so many years. Because he hated himself for what he did, wishing he stayed - wishing he would have known better.

It was always easy for Reiner to hit your soft spot, he was your only weakness. Your only motivation. If only your friends knew about this.. no one would approve this. But now your hair smell like his cologne and his lips taste like you, creating a bubble that you hoped would never pop.

"Say you'll remember me."

You whispered, passing your fingers through his blonde hair. Reiner raises an eyebrow in response, melting into your touch.

"Once this will be over."

You whisper again, biting your lips to try and stop the tears from flooding your eyes. His rough hand caresses your cheek and you melt onto his touch, your face slowly adhering to his palm. The sorrow your hearts feel is the same, after all, he only has a few years left.

"I will. Rosy cheeks and all."

Reiner answered, pulling you closer to him and hugging you tightly to his chest. You smiled, grabbing his face between your hands, taking your time to admire the handsome man you lover was. The way time and pain have marked his face, tracing little wrinkles around his forehead and eyes. His strong arms were now holding you and keeping you safe, and that's how you wanted to remember your lover. Handsome, in love, and yours.

It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win. 

When you snuggled out of bed that morning, Reiner was still in deep sleep. Gentle snores filled the room and allowed you to dress up silently, packing the few thing you had left in his room. You took a second to observe him, as if you could photograph this moment with your pupils. The white sheets were messily covered his toned body, the bed still messy from the night before. You stared at him for a little longer, whispering a little "I love you" to him before leaving that apartment forever. Closing the door behind your back, you put the hood of your cloak on to cover your face - and wondered if he felt the same way 5 years ago, when he ran and never came back. If he felt the same ache in his heart, if he felt this much love for you - if he felt as a traitor.

It was too late to think look back now, as you put your new ODM gear on. Levi had been rehearsing the plan all day, everything was ready: Eren would signal the start of the counterattack.

Standing on the roof of a building, you observed the plan unravel swiftly, everything going according to plan.

"Everything okay?"

Jean carefully asked, noticing how you zoned out when Reiner crossed the stage. You shook your head weakly in response as you hoped with every fibre of your being he would not be Eren's aim. If Tybur was the main target of this campaign, why was Reiner even remotely involved?

Before you could even think twice about it, you were flying around buildings, fighting civilians and avoiding any stone Eren's titan would throw. You fought, you killed. The blood of civilian's that greeted you every morning and sold you the coffee you loved so much was now on your hands, and it was hard to ignore. It was hard to think that a more diplomatic approach wouldn't have solved things. Rushing to the airship to retire and follow the orders received from your superiors, you looked at Liberio for one last time. Scanning through the building, the smoke, the shots, you finally managed to catch a glimpse of the Armoured Titan. A bittersweet smile formed on your lips as you followed the titan's movements from above - it looked as beautiful as its owner, as crazy as this might have sounded. A chuckle escaped your lips as a tear streamed down your cheek, burning your skin as if your eyes were leaking acid.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime: Alternative Scenes Part 1

Main Story

So as promised in a previous poll, I did say that I would show the alternate scenes that ultimately got cut or altered from the published AOP work. I'm going to have to break this down into parts because there's a lot to explain and I'm certain I can't fit it all into one post.

So the first thing we're going to talk about is Megatron's breakdown in Chapter 77: Monster. Originally, I was going to have the Warrior Cadets be kidnapped and taken to a military base and Marley would refuse to go get them back despite the Warrior's insistence. Megatron, would feel sympathy for the Warriors' plight, and decides to go and rescue them himself. Colt does try to stop him and this is how the scene plays out.

Colt saw Matthew within the weapons, equipping himself with guns and bullet. He gasped when he saw the man reaching over towards a sword hanging on the shelf, coming to the conclusion that he was seriously doing this.

“Matthew, what are you doing?!” Colt whispered. The teen jolted when Matthew aimed the rifle at him, but immediately lowered it once he recognized him.

“Colt, go home,” Matthew ordered as he continued gathering weapons.

“Matthew, you can’t be serious,” Colt demanded, “Going into enemy territory on the off chance that they’re all alive.”

“The four of them were specifically targeted and kidnapped,” Matthew declared, “The enemy must be holding them for ransom. They might be Eldians, but they do have value to Marley.”

“And what if you’re wrong?” Colt asked, not wanting to get his hopes up over a whim, “What if they decided to kill them, kill my brother?”

“Then I’ll bring back their bodies so you can bury them,” Matthew answered without hesitation as he strapped the rifle to his back, “Go home, Colt, and keep your mouth shut about this.”

Colt immediately got in front of Matthew. “I’m going with you.”

“No,” Matthew immediately shut down.

“But Matthew-!”

“No,” he repeated in a stern voice, “I’m not going to have another person die because of me. You stay here and you keep your mouth shut.”

“Falco’s my brother!” Colt exclaimed, “Gabi, Udo, Zofia! They’re just kids! Please, I have to try and save them! You have to understand, right?! Wanting so badly to protect your family!”

Colt was worried he might have said the wrong thing and ruined his chances of going with Matthew. Matthew placed his hand on Colt’s shoulder, surprising the boy.

“I do understand,” Matthew proclaimed, “But if Falco is alive, I’m not letting him come back to a dead brother.”

Megatron hit Colt in the back of the neck, causing the boy to collapse on the ground unconscious. He grabbed the boy and some rope before tying him up. He carried the boy on his shoulder before shoving his body within a weapon’s closet. He had to move quick and fast before anything got worse.

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“Colt!” Pieck gasped as she found the boy tied up, trying to free himself from his bonds. Pieck and Annie began to untie him while Magath stomped over to him.

“You better explain yourself-!”

“Matthew went to save them!” Colt shouted, “He’s going into enemy territory to try and save Falco, Gabi, Udo, and Zofia!”

“Why didn’t you stop him?!” Reiner demanded.

“I tried!” Colt reasoned, “I tried to stop him or even go with him, but he knocked me out before I could do anything else!”

“Do you have any leads?!” Magath demanded.

“No,” Colt whimpered, “I couldn’t get a damn thing.”

Zeke began to tremble as Pieck began to comfort Colt while Annie watched with guilt. This was bad. If Matthew managed to find them in enemy territory, all hell was sure to break loose. No one would be able to survive the flying titan’s wrath.

“We need to find him,” Magath declared, “Search the area and ask people if they saw Matthew. We need to find out exactly where he went.”

The scene was meant to convey Megatron's growth as a character in not wanting to needlessly put anyone in danger. Before he just didn't care or threw his own followers off of the Nemesis, but Megatron is forcefully keeping Colt out of the fight because he didn't want him to die.

The breakdown still happens, obviously, I'm pretty sure that I kept Udo alive in this situation, but I know the end result did play out a little differently.

The Marleyan troops watched in horror at the aftermath of the attack. Bodies littered the front lawn. The grass stained with their blood as their frozen expressions were one of fear and agony. The front doors of the base were torn to shreds. They saw body part remains all over the floor from grenades that went off and bullet holes within the wall.

“What the hell?” Porco breathed, “Did…did Matthew do this?”

“There’s no way he could’ve done this, right?” Colt reasoned.

Everyone jolted as a Middle Eastern soldier came running out of the building. He stumbled in front of them and fell to his knees, lifting his head at Magath to show the tears in his eyes.

“Please!” he begged, “I’ll tell you everything I know! I tell you about my informants! Everything! Just don’t leave me alone with that monster!”

“What monster? What are you talking about?” Magath demanded.

Pieck gasped and Annie looked ready to throw up when they saw a red figure step out of the building. Magath turned his attention to the man and realized it was Matthew, and he was…drenched in blood. He was holding a rifle in his right hand, but it didn’t look like he was paying attention. Matthew looked so…out of it.

“Matthew…,” Magath trailed off, “What did you do?”

There was no quip. No sarcastic response. Matthew didn’t say a word, and was clearly lost in his own world.

“Matthew,” Magath demanded in a more stern voice.

Zeke decided to take the risk and walk up to the titan, despite Magath demanding for him to come back.

“Sir!” Reiner hissed.

“Matthew,” Zeke began as he reached his hand out for the titan, “Matthew, it’s us. The fight is over.”

Before Zeke could even touch Matthew, the titan grabbed his wrist and crushed it in his hand. Zeke cried out in pain before Matthew hit him in the face with the butt of the gun, knocking him backwards. Zeke choked as Matthew shoved the gun into Zeke’s mouth. Before Matthew could pull the trigger, Reiner and Porco jumped on him. They tried to pull him off of Zeke, but he didn’t move for a second. Matthew smashed his elbow into Reiner’s jaw before grabbing Porco by the neck and throwing him aside. Zeke began shaking as he saw the expression on the flying titan’s face. It was pure rage. It was pure fighting instinct. The titan believed he was in a dangerous situation and was merely trying to live. To fight for his life. He was pretty much screwed!

“Matthew, stop!” Falco screamed as he and the others ran outside the building, “It’s Zeke! You’re going to kill Zeke!”

Zeke saw that Matthew was hesitating to shoot him, now that Falco made himself known. He glanced over at Falco, but not once did he remove the weapon from his mouth. Zeke glanced over and saw that Gabi and Zofia were carrying and unconscious Udo.

“Please!” Falco begged, “No more killing! No more! You’ve done enough!”

Zeke could feel the gun shaking in his mouth. He could see Matthew coming back to reality before turning his attention back to him and letting the rifle slip from his grasp. Zeke choked on his spit as he grabbed the gun and threw it away from his person. He rubbed his neck and sat up, watching Matthew walk away from him.

Pieck and Annie took a step back as Matthew passed them. Magath held onto his radio while the soldier kneeling down trembled in fear.

“Matthew-,”

“This isn’t my blood,” he finally spoke.

“…How many?” Magath hesitantly asked.

“What does it matter?” he rhetorically asked, “They’re all dead anyway.”

“Matthew, this is psychotic!” Magath proclaimed.

Magath stiffened when Matthew chuckled darkly. “I thought this was what you wanted. War, bloodshed, victory. You and everyone else here have stain your hands with blood, but you glorify it. You say what I did was psychotic, yet you unleash titans on a whim to devour and destroy. You call me a monster? Take a look in the fucking mirror.”

Magath watched as Matthew continued walking forward, leaving behind a trail of blood. Something told him that this was the reason Matthew didn’t want to be apart of the Marley military.

Megatron's dialogue near the end felt a little bit forced. I don't particularly like it. TBH. But Falco was originally supposed to snap Megatron out of his rage, but it ends up becoming Pieck for foreshadowing reasons. Now because Megatron obviously lost his shit and is a danger to be around, Marleyans are actively avoiding him.

Everyone stayed away from Megatron on the train. They clamored at the other end of the cart while Megatron isolated himself on the other end. The titan was curled in on himself. His body curled in the corner next to the window, and he held his knees tightly to his chest. He rested his head on his knees, blocking his face from the rest of them. He was still covered in blood, but the blood had dried onto his clothes and into his hair. It was still leaving stains into the seat, something Magath would have to tell the conductor when they got off.

Pieck wanted to hand him a blanket, and stood up to try and give Megatron one, but Porco quickly grabbed her arm and sat her back down.

“Not now,” Porco whispered, “Not worth it.”

Pieck turned to Reiner who shook his head no.

Magath could only see the man’s rather small form. The confidence and carelessness the man radiated was now gone, and all he could see was a broken man. A broken man…that didn’t want to go to war and now he knew why.

Zofia and Falco kept their attention to Udo while Gabi looked at Megatron’s form. This was all her fault.

Zeke was still trembling as he rubbed his sore neck. He underestimated the destructive powers of this titan, and he knew that was something he had to watch out for when he set his plan into motion. But…why did his state bother him so much?

It was too loud. Everything was too loud. Megatron couldn’t hear his own thoughts as the voices drowned them out. He was covered in human blood, but all he could see was energon. He was quiet, but his entire body was trembling. He just wished everyone would just shut up! None of them would shut up! Their screams wouldn’t shut up!

“I would rather die than put my life in your hands!”

“You bastard! You monster!”

“Go! Leave this planet!”

“MURDERER! MURDERER! MURDERER!”

“I never should’ve saved you,”

Megatron’s whole body froze in fear. No. No. No!No!NO!NO! Not this! Please not this! Primus! Unicron! Whatever! Please make it stop!

“I never should’ve taken pity on you in the mines. If I didn’t save you, Cybertron wouldn’t have suffered. Innocent Cybertronians would still be alive. You’ve killed innocent humans. Tried to take over their planet. Your bloodlust couldn’t be satisfied. You twisted hypocrite. Instead of dismantling the Council you became them. I should’ve taken your advice: I should’ve left you to rust in the mines. And it wouldn’t matter then: you didn’t even have a name when I found you.”

Megatron slightly lifted his head to see Cybertronian feet in his vision, but did not raise his head to see the being. But he knew…he knew who that was.

“…please…,” Megatron spoke, “…mercy…”

“You don’t deserve mercy. You deserve to die.”

“…terminus..,” Megatron pleaded.

“Matthew,” Magath spoke as he hesitantly walked up to him. The Commander saw him twitch, but didn’t bother to lift his head.

“Matthew, we are here,” Magath informed quietly.

Magath watched Matthew stand up with his head hanging low. The man noticed the blood on the seats and nearly threw up.

Megatron dragged himself out of the cart and off the train. Before he could react, Pieck quickly placed a blanket over him before backing away.

“T-to prevent stares,” Pieck reasoned, “It’s a bit of a walk and-,”

Megatron walked past Pieck and adjusted the blanket over his head to avoid seeing the stares of the humans. The members there followed close behind and in front of him, keeping a close eye on him to try and prevent him from lashing out.

Megatron wanted to cover his audio receptors. He could hear the humans whispering. They were about him, he knew that. About how he was a monster, and why he was covered in blood. That he was a freak, a demon, a monster. Memories of the war keep crashing into his skull and he just wanted it to stop!

The others kept their eyes on Megatron as they continued walking towards the compound.

This scene ends up getting cut off, but Megatron is walking through the streets and everyone is staring at him in horror and fear. Megatron ends up cleaning himself off and isolates himself. Now, Magath was supposed to feel bad for Megatron as of this moment because of how destroyed he is.

Magath was about to knock on the door to Matthew’s room, but stopped when he felt a presence behind him. He tensed when he saw Matthew standing ominously behind him. He seemed to be wet from his shower. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and Magath could see all of his scars.

“What are you doing here?” Matthew demanded.

“I came to talk to you,” Magath answered.

“No,” he answered as he pushed Magath aside to open the door.

“It’ll be quick,” Magath reasoned.

“No,” Matthew repeated.

“Matthew please-,”

“Shut up!” Matthew shouted, causing Magath to flinch. Magath took a step back as Matthew loomed over him.

“I’m sick and tired of your bullshit,” Matthew growled, “I’m sick and tired of your military bullshit. If it were up to me, I would have killed you all. You all make me sick. Come near me again, and I’ll rip you apart.”

Magath jolted when Matthew slammed the door to his room. Magath sighed as he pulled out a form.

“I’m sorry,” Magath apologized, “I took advantage of you. I forced you into a situation you didn’t want. It was my fault you had to go through something traumatic over a stupid law. If anyone deserves to be ripped apart, it’s me.”

Magath slid the paper under the door. “This form is for a leave of absence. You can fill it out and I’ll come to pick it up. You can use this as a chance to leave Marley. I know desertion is a treasonous offense, but Commander Calvi and I can look the other way. For your sake,”

Magath got up and sighed. “I know it means nothing, but thank you, for all you’ve done to help us.”

Now after this, Megatron ends up confronting Armin. And originally the scene was going to be just Armin. Not Armin and Mikasa because I had built the emotional relationship to be around Armin and Megatron. But after the Hizuru OVA and the impact Megatron had on Mikasa, I had to include her. Prior to all of these events, Armin and Megatron were talking and Megatron was asking how Armin felt about him. After a lot more forceful prodding from Megatron, Armin says this:

“I don’t know!” Armin shouted at him, “I really don’t know how to feel about you!”

Armin rested his hands on the table and took a deep breath. “Megatron, you’re not a good being. You’ve done terrible things. You destroyed your home. You killed people that weren’t involved in your war. You tried to take over another planet full of humans because you saw them as inferior. You made a deal with the devil, a deal that is actually affecting everyone on this planet, because if you die, Unicron might come back.”

“Armin-,”

“You might have been risking your safety to help the humans on the island, but it’s not because you want to be better,” Armin continued, “It’s because you to make up for what you did to Optimus. I don’t fault you for that, but that’s probably the only thing you’re honest about. Tell me something: would you kill me, if I affected your chances of making things right with Optimus?”

“No-,”

“And there’s the problem,” Armin cut off, “We both know you’re lying. You would stoop to any length if it means Optimus can forgive you. Majority of the Survey Corps from the coup are still alive because you see us as nothing more than pawn in that game. And you would kill any of us if we got in the way of that.”

Megatron didn’t respond, allowing Armin to continue.

“Did you know Levi told us you blackmailed him?” Armin brought up, causing Megatron to stiffen, “Levi told us, willingly, about how you were going to tell us he had a connection with Kenny. You were going to get us to turn on him. Humanity’s strongest. Do you have any idea what would have happened if you did that? None of us would be here at all! We would’ve had no guidance! No leadership! Kenny and his soldiers would’ve killed us all! And then-…,”

Megatron was startled when he saw tear in Armin eyes.

“My best friend nearly took his own life because of you,” Armin reminded, “He’s been feeling so worthless, and I’m scared he might just take his life one day. The friend who stood by my side in Shingnashina against bullies, when Reiner and Bertholdt broke down the wall, when we were placed in an orphanage for three years until we joined the military. Damn it, I watched him get eaten alive and I couldn’t do shit about it!”

Megatron reached out towards Armin, but Armin slowly backed away.

“I think I know what I think about you,” Armin proclaimed, “I’m scared of you. I’m so terrified. I have no idea if you’ll kill me because I know your secret, and you think I’ve told someone else. I don’t know if you’ll kill my friends in a pass of anger. Sometimes I look over my shoulder, and wonder if you’ll kill me. And…I don’t know if I’m going to live in the next couple of seconds. That’s how scared I am of you.”

“What are you-,” Megatron stopped himself short when he realized what Armin meant.

Armin thought Megatron would kill him for speaking his mind. He thought that, and Megatron felt disgusted. Hadn’t he proven that he-!...Wait, why was he making this about him? What did he even do to prove to Armin that he wouldn’t hurt him?

He was so secretive because of fear of being taken advantage of. That’s happened with the Decepticons; it was normal for him. But that was no excuse. All he did was yell at him, mock him, physically hurt him, threaten him,he did nothing to prove he could be trusted. And he thought he could come to Armin and ask his opinion of him.

“If you’re going to kill me, please don’t make it look too gruesome,” Armin pleaded as he shut his eyes, “I don’t want my friends to-,”

“I heard enough,” Megatron cut off, “And I’m not going to kill you.”

Armin opened his eyes and noticed a conflicted expression in Megatron’s eyes before he deactivated the holoform.

So when Megatron returns to Armin, he's extremely broken, and Armin is so tired and so done with dealing with him. And some of the dialogue is still the same in the final draft, but the build up is different.

Armin rubbed his eyes in irritation as he dragged himself to his home. It’s been a rough couple of days, what with Megatron and Arcee, and the possibility of there being a fight between the Autobots and Megatron. He knew Megatron did terrible things, but he never knew the extent of them. He knew Megatron destroyed the planet, and that could’ve been argued that the civil war on both sides caused it, but… tearing out someone’s voice?! Killing his own followers who didn’t bother to follow him?! Leaving them in an alternate prison?! What the hell was wrong with him?!

Armin covered his eyes and groaned in anger. To think that he might have defended him?! He saved Eren to get on Optimus’ good side. He helped humanity so Optimus could trust. He blackmailed Levi. He threatened him to keep his mouth shut. He punched Jean. He…told him his truth about why he stayed here, when he didn’t have to. He comforted him when he grieved over Eren’s lifespan. He…advised Mikasa on what to do. He saved his own life when he didn’t have to.

Armin shook his head. No! …no. He’s tired, delusional. He can’t deal with this. He’s not worth it.

Armin lifted his head, and wanted to scream his head off at the sight. Megatron was sitting on the steps of his porch with his head hanging low.

Megatron wasn’t worth it.

“What the hell do you want?” Armin demanded, his voice hoarse and tired.

Megatron didn’t responded, and Armin, too tired to care, walked past him to his door.

“I told you that if you wanted to kill me, to make it quick and non-violent,” Armin hissed as he opened the door. He didn’t bother to lock it. Megatron would just break it.

Armin walked over to the kitchen and browsed through the drawers. He was thinking of something hot to eat. If he was going to die, then he would die on a full stomach.

Armin heard footsteps hit the wood floor. He glanced over to see Megatron’s shadow pass by. He heard something press and recognized it as Megatron sitting down on one of the couches.

What was he even going to do about this? Maybe, Megatron was here to kill him. Maybe he wasn’t. He felt the device in his pocket. He had a safety net now.  He could press the button, and Optimus would come to his aid. He would just have to stall for time. But…what bugged him the most was Optimus’ proclamation.

Armin grabbed some vegetables from the cabinet and walked over to the counter to cut them up. Looks like he was making soup.

Armin began cutting up a carrot and raised his eyes to see Megatron just sitting on the couch with his head hanging low.

“I do not believe that Megatron will kill you,”

Armin continued cutting the carrot, losing his train of thought.

“Why do you believe that?”

“Because you chose to listen to him. You chose to give Megatron the benefit of the doubt.”

Armin cut through the edge of the carrot.

“I believe that he might trust you,”

Armin winced as he cut his finger and he dropped the knife on the table. Armin cursed under his breath as he saw that his finger was bleeding. He looked up and grew tense when Megatron walked over to him.

“Let me see the wound,” Megatron ordered as he moved his hand to grab Armin’s.

“It’s a cut. Nothing more,” Armin responded as he pulled his hand away.

“I know how to treat wounds,” Megatron informed.

“Doesn’t mean I trust you to do it,” Armin declared.

There was silence between the two as Armin’s attention drifted towards the knife on the table. Armin noticed that Megatron didn’t follow his gaze as he turned back to him.

“Can I eat first, before you kill me?” Armin demanded.

“I already told you I wouldn’t kill you,” Megatron proclaimed.

Armin pushed past Megatron. “I doubt that. I mean be honest: it’s not the first time you’ve lied.”

“Aren’t you bold,” Megatron remarked.

“I’m gonna die; I have nothing to lose,” Armin shrugged.

“I told you I’m not going to kill you!” Megatron exclaimed.

“And I’m suppose to believe that?!” Armin shot back, “After all the shit you put everyone through, you just expect me to believe you when you ‘decide’ to do one nice thing?! The same shit that Bertholdt and Reiner put everyone through but more?! I mean, Reiner and Bertholdt might have sympathy, they might feel guilt! But you?! You don’t even have the guts or the decency to say ‘I’m sorry’! At the very least to the Survey Corps! No amount of apology is going to change the fact that you destroyed the lives of everyone on Cybertron! Including the people you wanted to ‘protect’ from the caste system!”

“You better watch what you say next,” Megatron warned.

“Or what?!” Armin laughed, “You’re going to kill me?! Mutilate my body beyond recognition?! Make sure I can’t walk again?!”

Armin picked up the knife. “Take this knife and shove it in my chest?!”

Armin rammed the blade through the cutting board. “Your tactics work on someone who’s afraid of dying in the most horrific way possible! I’ve already been through enough shit by you and everyone else who was an enemy to the walls! And even if you do kill me, what exactly would that do for you? Huh? Eren would do everything he can to destroy you! So would Mikasa! And Optimus,”

Armin laughed as he mockingly posed for Megatron, which his hand on his chest. “’My greatest enemy and truest regret.’Honestly, I’ve never heard such bullshit. Play nice with Optimus, but treat his allies like shit. What exactly is killing me going to do for you? It’s going to make Optimus hate you all over again. Feel betrayed, feel like shit, cast out all over again. You know, for someone who’s been fighting for over four million years that would be a really stupid move on your part.”

Armin grunted as he struggled to remove the knife from the cutting board. “And to think I would’ve defended you,”

“…you…were going to defend me?” Megatron asked quietly.

Armin yanked the knife out of the board and sighed. “I was, but how could I do that after hearing everything you’ve ever done spill out of her mouth.”

“She-,”

“Has no reason to lie,” Armin cut off, “Now…I genuinely believe that there is no way for you to make amends with Optimus. I don’t think you even feel remorse for the things you’ve done. And if you really wanted to make up for all the horrible shit you did,”

Armin shoved the knife to Megatron’s chest. “You’d take this and shove it down your throat.”

Armin stormed off to the bathroom, not bothering to look back at Megatron’s reaction. When he reached the bathroom, he slammed the door shut before locking it. It wasn’t going to do much; he knew that.

Armin pulled out the device from his pocket and stared at it. But maybe it could buy him time for Optimus to get here. He might be throwing his life away at the moment, but he didn’t want Eren and Mikasa to suffer because of that.

Armin placed the device on the sink before he began to wash his hands, cleaning his wound in the process. What was he supposed to do right now? He wanted to eat at the very least, but Megatron was probably waiting outside to chop his head off.

Armin slumped to the ground and rested his head on his knees. He could try waiting this out.

Hours past, but Armin couldn’t sleep. Because impending doom was waiting on the other side of the door,…and Armin’s stomach wouldn’t shut up. Armin stood up and took a deep breath before deciding to unlock the door. Megatron was screwed if he killed him or if Armin sounded the alarm.

Armin rubbed his neck as he walked out the door. He didn’t see Megatron as he made it to the kitchen. He noticed that the carrots and the cutting board were gone.

“Well, looks like you do know human etiquette,” Armin remarked, seemingly to thin air, “Let’s hope you didn’t throw the carrots away. That’d be a waste of money.”

Armin noticed Megatron’s leg moving on the floor on the other side of the kitchen. Armin opened a drawer and grabbed a loaf of bread from a bag before shutting it and walking over to Megatron. Armin saw Megatron curled in on himself, clutching his head with both hands and covering his ears.

Armin sat a good distance away from Megatron, crossing his legs and leaning his back against the cabinet drawer. He didn’t bother talking to Megatron or reaching out to him. He’ll just see it as a threat and retaliate.

Armin took a bite out of the bread and chewed. Why was he still here? Why didn’t he just run out the door? Why did he leave the device in the damn bathroom?

Armin decided to test something and stomped his foot on the floor twice. Megatron flinched and lifted his head to see Armin take another bite out of the bread.

“Got hungry,” Armin informed, “Thought the holoform only last 24 hours. What are you still doing here?”

Megatron didn’t respond, causing Armin to roll his eyes in response.

“Right, you need to kill me first,” Armin began.

Megatron slammed his fist into the wall. “How many times do I have to say I WON’T KILL YOU?!”

“Maybe another four million years,” Armin responded, “Again, tell me, how I can trust you with that? You want to make things right with Optimus, sure, but you will go to any lengths to get what you want. You care for Optimus, but you don’t care about us. You don’t even know humankind very well to even pass judgment on whether we get to live or die. We’re just a means to an end.”

Megatron shut his eyes and rested his head against the wall.

“And what about me?” Armin demanded, “You called me ‘Pax’ before I told you not to in order to save your skin. What even am I to you? Am I someone you respect like Mikasa, or am I just a reminder of Orion Pax: someone that is never going to come back?”

“…I don’t know,” Megatron answered.

Armin shook his head. “This is what I mean. Even if you were trying to gain Optimus’ trust or have him forgive you, how would he know that your actions aren’t selfishly motivated? How would you get him to believe that your actions were genuine and not a front? I mean, I know that any kind action towards us is a means to get on Optimus’ good side. So I’ve just learned not to expect much.”

Armin could see the guilt written on Megatron’s face. He was practically an open book at this point. He was genuinely guilty about his actions, but Armin couldn’t be sucked into that. It could just as easily be manipulation.

“…what can I do…to get you to believe me?” Megatron asked Armin.

‘Nothing,’ Armin wanted to answer, but thought it over. Optimus said that Megatron might trust him, but Optimus has known Megatron more as an enemy than a friend. How would Optimus know whether or not Megatron trusted him? Or didn’t want to kill him?

“Why do you suddenly value my opinion?” Armin challenged, “I thought you hated humans.”

Megatron looked down at the floor. “You listened.”

“…you want me to believe you?” Armin began, “Tell me something you have never told another soul. No one on Cybertron, on Earth, not your most loyal followers, or even Optimus. Be raw. Be honest. And maybe I’ll believe you.”

Armin saw Megatron contemplating the request, debating whether or not he should say a word. Armin was ready to call it and contact Optimus. He stood up to move-

“D-16,” Megatron spoke.

Armin stopped and looked down at Megatron, but Megatron kept his gaze to the floor.

“What is that? A code?” Armin asked.

“…My first name,” Megatron answered.

Armin widened his eyes in shock. His what?

“Miners were only given codes; not proper names,” Megatron continued, “We were expendable in the caste system. If one died, another took their place. I had no purpose down there. No meaning. I was always stuck underground. I didn’t know what the sun or moon was. There was a mining accident I was caught in. A ‘Bot came in and saved me. He said it was because he was sick and tired of seeing others die in the mines. He…we made an arrangement. I’d helped him and he’d tell me about life outside the mines.”

Armin saw a genuinely sincere expression appear on Megatron’s face. “He never told me how he ended up underground, but he taught me how to read and write. He taught me about Cybertronian history; the life that flourished outside. He was the first Cybertronian I’ve ever met that showed me compassion and kindness.”

The expression on Megatron’s face turned sour and sorrowful. “He was old, and required more repairs and energon intakes. He never took mine, regardless of that. That day…the guards must’ve caught him, and they were prepared to make an example out of him. They were going to beat him, but he would’ve died with how many whip lashes they were going to administer. I tried to intervene, but I was constantly beaten back. Everything happened in an instant after that. I remember grabbing a pickaxe on the ground. I remember attacking the other two guards. I was about to attack the guard hurting him, but I hesitated at the last second. The last possible second.”

Megatron covered his eyes with his hand. “That guard killed him, so I took his own life. I remember hearing the metal crunch as the axe ran through his vital cable. I remembered the energon staining my armor. I remember…being mortified at what I did. I tried running; the other miners were holding the guards off…but I didn’t get very far.”

Armin sat back down on the floor. “…what happened to the body?”

“…they found no use in melting it down for parts,” Megatron answered, “They simply disposed of it.”

“If I were to go to him tomorrow, and ask him who ‘D-16’ was, would he know that it was you?” Armin asked.

“…No,” Megatron responded, “I never told him the details of my life before the gladiator arena. But, I learned a valuable lesson that day: kindness got you nowhere. Sentimentality got you killed. You could never put your trust in someone, because you never know when they’re going to disappear.”

“…I’m sorry that happened to you,” Armin apologized.

Megatron chuckled sadly to himself. “It doesn’t matter in the end. I became those same Cybertronians who oppressed the caste system. I killed so many, and ruined so many lives. I do deserve to die for what I’ve done. I told myself I would continue on and accept whatever the universe threw at me,…but I can’t even handle the weight of my actions or the consequences of it. If I didn’t have Unicron’s blood in my spark, I probably would’ve ended my life long ago. But here I am: a coward. Unsure of whether or not a cold abyss awaits or Unicron taking over my body once more,”

Megatron looked at Armin. “Why are you still here?”

“It’s not like I have anywhere to go,” Armin reminded, “You are in my house after all.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Megatron proclaimed.

“…even if I tried I wouldn’t get very far,” Armin said.

“That’s still not what I meant,” Megatron said, “You really could have left any time. You could’ve told Optimus or someone else that I’m talking with you. You could’ve told and gotten protection. Why didn’t you?”

“…because I’m human,” Armin answered, “With human nature, we’re always destructive; always violent. If the titans didn’t exist and the Eldians weren’t the scapegoats, we’d be clawing at each other. The damage down to Wall Maria and the loss of territory proved that. We sacrificed our own people just to survive. Eren, Mikasa, and I were spared because we weren’t old enough to go, but we were orphaned. We had nowhere else to go but the military. Our lives were ruined because other humans across the sea judged us without knowing us.”

Armin smiled sadly. “Yet, I still believe that we can get along. I believe that there can be peace one another. With the Marleyans we have on the island, maybe there’s a chance. Maybe we don’t have to unleash the Colossal Titans and kill people senselessly. Maybe…this conflict doesn’t have to end in bloodshed.”

“Even though they destroyed the life you knew?” Megatron asked, “Not very wise. Not everyone deserves that chance to do something right. Especially someone like me,”

“Stupid of me, I know,” Armin sighed, “But…maybe I’m just giving the benefit of the doubt.”

Armin rubbed his eyes in irritation. “I’m going to bed. If you’re going to leave, please shut the door. I didn’t hear you shut the door earlier. I don’t want someone coming in the middle of the night.”

Armin stood up and was about to walk back to his room, but stopped when he felt someone grab his arm. He turned to see Megatron’s holoform kneeling down in front of him. He reached out his hand towards him and Armin instinctively flinched. Megatron appeared to have hesitated, but decided to reach for Armin.

Armin shut his eyes, worried that he might have pissed Megatron off even more that would warrant the titan to kill him. He was debating whether or not he should have kept his mouth shut that he didn’t know that Megatron’s hand went behind his head. Armin quietly gasped when Megatron pulled him forward and touched Armin’s forehead with his own. Armin opened his eyes and saw that Megatron’s were closed.

“I am sorry,” Megatron apologized.

“You-…you’re what?” Armin whispered in shock.

“I am sorry,” Megatron repeated, “All I have done to you is hurt you, mock you, and threaten you. I have done nothing to help you and I have hurt the ones you care most. You were one of the few that chose to understand me, and yet…I have done nothing to understand you.”

Armin heard Megatron chuckle sadly to himself. “I have been through too much, and actions like trust and compassion do not come easily to me. I have stood alone for long time. However, that is no excuse for the actions I’ve done, the beings I have killed, and destruction I have caused. Cybertronians like Arcee have every right to despise me and want me dead. You and the Survey Corps have every right to fear me. Armin, you have every right to be suspicious of my actions and my motivations. But know that…,”

Armin felt the hand on his head beginning to tremble as Megatron opened his eyes, choosing to look at the floor instead of Armin. “I trust you. With every fiber of my being, I trust you.”

‘This…this couldn’t be real…could it?’ Armin thought. It had to be. Megatron would never do this. He never even thought Megatron was capable of doing this! But this wasn’t a hallucination or a dream. Megatron just admitted he trusted someone, a human being no less! He wouldn’t have told him this, asked for his advice, or even talked to him if he didn’t. This was real. And he had to do something.

Armin slowly moved his arms and wrapped his arms around Megatron’s abdomen, causing the titan to freeze in shock. Armin removed his forehead from Megatron’s own and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Armin apologized, “I may not know how you feel. I know what it feels to not be needed, and the fear of the world casting you out.---”

Armin could hear Megatron quietly catch his breath, but did not for a second, turn to look. He wasn’t meant to. At the very least he owed Megatron this.

Yeah, so Armin was a lot more bold and showed Megatron mercy and compassion. However, I didn't feel that was earned enough, so I ended the final chapter with Armin merely saying 'thank you' to Megatron, giving the former warlord hope that he can be better.

Megatron returns to the compound and the Warriors and Warrior Cadets hug him, and Magath out of sympathy and mercy, does this which Megatron refuses:

Magath watched Matthew pet the dog and teach it to sit. The Commander sighed as he walked up to Matthew.

“You could’ve left,” Magath remarked.

“I know,” Matthew said without looking at him.

“Why didn’t you?” Magath asked.

Matthew merely shrugged.

“Well, it is official now,” Magath declared as he handed him the form.

Matthew looked up at Magath before standing fully and taking the paper. “What’s this?”

“I filled it out,” Magath explained, “Commander Calvi approved it. All it needs is your signature and you’re a free man.”

Matthew merely stared at the paper, causing Magath to sigh. “I know we’ve never seen eye to eye. I know that you hate me, but this is my apology, and my way of saying thanks. I know this doesn’t excuse what we did but-“

Magath gasped when Matthew tore up the paper. He kept on tearing it to little pieces as it sprinkled onto the floor.

“What are you doing?!” Magath exclaimed, “That was your out!”

“I can’t leave now,” Matthew declared.

“Why?!” Magath demanded.

Matthew didn’t respond, his gaze moving down to the ground floor. Magath followed that gaze and saw that he was staring at the five kids he was training for the past three years, going through another drill.

“I can’t leave now,” Matthew repeated, “Not when I still have to protect them.”

“Eldians?” Magath questioned.

“Children,” Matthew corrected, “They are kids. Frightened kids that have no business of being in a war. You know this; I know you don’t accept the Marleyan ideology. You know it’s wrong.”

Magath couldn’t respond as Matthew looked him dead in the eye.

“Once I’m sure these children are ready for war, then I’m leaving,” Matthew declared, “I’ll be out of their lives forever.”

Yeah, Megatron was originally gonna tear up the form and choose to stay willingly because he cared. But I ultimately decided against it because anyone seeing Megatron's break would not know how to treat him, and Megatron is so tired he kind of wants to be done.

(So that's enough for right now. I'm nearly broken my tumblr with this post, so I'll make a second part tomorrow. But this was the original thread for Monster and Regrets and Amends.)

[oxygenbefore1775]

i want to hear ur take on loveless marriage canon divergence routes because what comes to mind for Me are

yumihisu come with reibert to the docked marleyan ship with Only reibert's hunch from annie that her family is "important" to the wallists, hisu hates zeke because he Seems like the one at fault for porco eating ymir, drama of How will they figure out her nobility ooh ahh

the whole time skip proposal from zeke via kiyomi, as we Have discussed

i support you launching this rarepair even if it's a canoe dear mae

hi dear kat

beware, this is a sheet of text

1) This is quite inventive considering that Reiner's (and Ymir's?) initial plan for CoT to kidnap Historia anyway. But this leaves her in a compromised position as prisoner of war in Marley where she could be easily executed (I prefer Zeke to be like this lol). Plus at that point, Historia has never had her government arc — at that point in the story she's feeling like an empty shell (killing her dad has quite reformed her). Also, i don't think there would be any chance for Zeke and Historia to hit it off since Historia obvi hates Zeke and to him she's just a brat who got tagged along because Reiner has a crush on her — [my irl thought process about to ensue] — but then again, Zeke is vaguely aware that Historia ~might~ be valuable since she appears to have connections to some Reiss family (I believe at that time Zeke could only learn that Reiss were a noble house crucial to the government but nothing more). Most likely that Zeke would be more concerned about finding Eren of whose existence he learned from Reibert, and mostly ignore Historia during the first weeks the warriors spent preparing for RTS.

I haven't read the royal uprising arc in quite a while but Historia's presence wasn't really crucial to the overthrowing of the government - Erwin just did it on his own volition and additionally found out that the Reisses are the real ruling family of Paradis. At this point I'm not sure if they would make Rod the King since his presence in politics was always prominent throughout but let's assume he will so naturally the question of an heir would arise. Since Historia was carries away before she had a chance to reveal her true identity, the Survey Corps would have no idea of her royal heritage unless Rod tells them. But, admittedly, it would be hard to make the missing girl the official heir so I guess they would just leave it there. (god, i'll hope Rod would die soon to create a power vaccum for Historia to fill)

I don't want to think how Zeke found out about Historia's royal blood. He wouldn't be interested to build connections with someone who is not somehow an extension of himself (like Eren is). But maybe the matter of Historia's identity was pressed soon enough since Marleyans weren't pleased with keeping a low-rank scout instead of simply getting rid of her. Maybe it was Ymir who relayed the info about Historia to Zeke in an attempt to make her life seem valuable and thus protected, or maybe Zeke found this out by himself by raiding the nearby villages and learning of the recent coronation of some Reiss and connecting the dots. Only then would Zeke feel the tendency to guard Historia from the Marleyans, but not out of deep attachment to someone of his bloodline, but because she suddenly became an important political bargaining tool in his eyes.

Eren was still something more important than anything else to Zeke yet he lacked power or influence in Paradis to arrange a meeting with him. And it seemed that Historia would be his key to Eren (much like Sansa in asoiaf). At this point Zeke would force Historia into a position of no choice but to accept his plan. In the Marleyan camp, Zeke is the only one to stand between her and the execution so she's highly reliant on him to live, and it's not that Marleyans would be willing to let her go, not after she came to learn some intel on Marley - he has her life in his hands.

In exchange for her help establishing contact with Eren and sending a note to him, Zeke would help Historia escape the ship and thus give Paradis its Queen. Additionally, Zeke's anti-Marleyan volunteers would provide communications between the Island and the outside world should Paradis ever want to lift the iron curtain. To seal the deal — but mostly to give himself some sort of power as an outsider — they marry. (much to Reiner's chagrin, most possibly) (Atp I'm not sure if Zeke would be psycho enough to make her consume his spinal fluid to always have that leash of influence over Historia, idk)

The warriors would still lose in RTS, but that wouldn't faze Zeke too much since he's already dug his claws in the probability of future contact with Paradis idk idk

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I quite like this canon divergence but it leaves Historia a submissive husk of a person character that is constantly compromised (at least in my rendition) since the royal uprising arc is where she gets a massive growth that is not present in this case. So the Jikuhisu dynamic is suffering greatly cuz Historia isn't able to give any pushback on Zeke's delulu.

And also there's the matter of their canonical ages which is *eugh*

2) That is something that originally came to my mind, yes. I guess it involves less dark stuff because Historia can fight for herself in this scenario. But also, in this case, the whole reason behind the marriage happening would be Zeke scheming too much and driving himself into a matrimony neither of them wanted. This way, it's more hilarious and makes the blonde man suffer more from the consequences of his own actions. They would spend the days trying to outwit each other into oblivion, with Zeke trying to see Eren and Historia reining him in yet simultaneously demanding a more high quality help from anti-marleyan volunteers in terms of modernizing Paradise or something like that — fruitless months, just like how Zeke spent them in the canon, but instead of a forest he's in a royal quarters and instead of Levi chaperoning him it's the Queen.

Yet additionally, the lack of things to do and the prior knowledge of their blood relation might compel Zeke to deign to inquire more about Historia, with initial intent to get into her head and find out the best way to sway her. But I guess their similar upbringing and trauma made Zeke realize that she has a lot of common with him. As I posited somewhere before, Zeke tends to like people who resemble him the most and this discovery must've positively predisposed him to Historia (let's be fucked up together vibes).

I'm not sure about their dynamic from Historia's side, though. From what I understand, the Queenship weighed heavily on her. Despite the opportunities her position offered, she lamented her inability to keep her promise to Ymir. Her marriage to Zeke for the sake of Paradis was yet another nail in the coffin of her hope for personal freedom, making her grieve her fate even more. Thus the initial hostility that Historia might have showcased, lying through her teeth to get Paradis better perks. But, as they came to get to know each other more, the more Historia recognized her past self in Zeke. Considering the similarities in their upbringing, with them desperately striving for their parents' love, they both got the "dead inside". Only Historia managed to find her self-worth (plus Frieda was a huge pillar of emotional support) whereas Zeke was still stuck in his self-destructive curve. [something something using chapter 66 as a flimsy shield of an excuse] Mayhaps Historia would do something about it (I don't expect her saviour complex to kick in, she's not someone who may be able to cure his 20+ year-old trauma)

Come to think of it, both of their characters are defined by the promises they made to their loved ones (Zeke's being fulfilling the euthanasia plan and Historia's being living she wouldn't regret). However, the former is being miserable through adhering to his promise, whereas the latter suffers all the same by not keeping her promise. [idk idk it's just very interesting to point out]

...

I like this version more since it has the ability to get more dark and yet more hilarious simultaneosly. Plus, this scenario gives both of them a similar size agenda to hold whereas with the first one it's the Zeke who holds more power in their dynamic.

I'm not very good when it comes to canon divergences. I don't believe I can do better than Yams in terms of thinking thru the politics these major changes should bring so there's that. I tend to live off of vibes, mostly, and the vibes these two give off are simply scrumptious

3) that's why I've been delulu about quasi medieval/fantasy au with those two. It's not much but It's about Zeke "taking a castle and holding his host there", with Historia being the lady of the castle who's obviously not chuffed with being occupied by an enemy army. That's it, that's the vibes

[luvbugs-blog]

getting saved by the aot boys

including: eren, jean, marco, bertoldt, and reiner

warnings: none!!

author's note: struggling a little bit with school and figuring out when I will set aside writing time. but please please please send me your thoughts!

eren

is this how you were going to die? in the arms of a filthy titan? well in this world, how else were you supposed to die? of old age? you weren't that lucky…you were overwhelmed with the stench of impending death, the titan's giant hand squeezing you so hard you thought you were going to break in half.

how could you allow yourself to be grabbed? oh, yeah, you were trying to save another cadet. selfishly, you thought that if you knew this was the outcome to begin with, you would have never tried to save him. you didn't want to die. you were going to leave behind your friends, your family… eren.

the two of you had just started going out, despite liking each other since you were children. but eren was too stubborn to admit he fully liked you until the night he was admitted as a soldier. he was so happy he passed the balance test, he just blurted out his feelings, much to your delight.

how was eren going to respond to your death? not that it matters, as you won't be alive to see it. black started to crowd around the corner of your eyes, but you swear you saw lighting out in the distance.

then you heard an animalistic cry. eren. was he coming to save you? just as the titan was lowering you into his mouth, you were thrown into the sky, before being snatched up by armin. as you hold onto armin with desperation, you look behind you to see eren's titan stomping on the titan's neck. you weren't going to die. tears sprung to your eyes as you held tight onto your other childhood friend. you were alive. you are alive.

armin found a space on the ground far from any other titans, but you refused to let go.

"armin. i always knew i was going to die by a titan. but it was so scary." he sighed, a started petting your head.

"i know. you're ok."

armin loaded you onto the cart to be towed back inside the walls, as you can hardly stand by yourself. the day passes, but you can hardly remember it. nurses come and go, replacing bandages and ice packs on your stomach, feeding you, and tending to your bruises.

eventually, eren runs in, looking around for you. when he spots you, a relieved look passes over his face. he quickly makes his way over, ignoring the nurses' attempts to get him to stop. kneeling beside you, he fusses over all of the gauze, apologizing profusely for not intervening faster. you jut grabbed his hand.

"thank you." he smiled and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"YEAGER!" he definitely was going to be lectured for turning into a titan without permission, but this time, he couldn't care less.

jean

this wasn't how the plan was supposed to go. they were supposed to take jean and armin. but somehow, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and taken with armin. you were only in the cart for three seconds to help secure armin's wig, and jean was standing near while mikasa, levi, and connie were helping him look like eren, much to his dismay. But before jean and you could switch places, the cart lurched forward, almost sending you and armin tumbling out. panicked, you look at armin, who urged you to stay with him. maybe the plan could still be salvaged. unfortunately, you didn't have any ODM gear on, no guns, or knives. nothing you could use to defend yourself.

"armin. the plan is going to fail! i don't look anything like eren!"

"it's fine. i'll think of something. don't worry." how can I not worry? after a few minutes, the cart seemed to slow, and two men came around the back with rope. they take a while to tie the two of you up, but after a while, they leave the two of you tied to chairs.

you don’t know where the men went, so you look at armin and try to speak with your eyes. what's going to happen? armin just gives you a reassuring glance, knowing that the others should be coming soon. it wasn't long before the men returned, one caressing armin's (fake) hair, the other advancing toward you.

"you don't fit the description of eren yeager," he said gripping your shoulder. "but you're too pretty to let go. Maybe little eren will come for you, and we can get our reward." his nasty hand begun to make its way down your body, which you tried to ignore. thankfully, before anything could happen, the windows break open, and mikasa throws the first man down. armin and you burst out of the restraints, looking around on where to help. the second man draws a gun at you, but is also quickly stopped when your boyfriend lands on him, after jumping in from the window.

with all of the kidnappers down, jean quickly runs up to you, as mikasa goes to check on armin. he draws you into a hug, which you gratefully return.

"had to take all my fun, huh?" you giggle at his little comment.

"glad a big strong man came to rescue me. thank you eren." jean's mouth gapes open. "HUH? i don’t look anything like that ugly guy!"

you just laugh and press a kiss on his lips. "thanks jean."

marco

panting, you slid between houses, trying to lose this titan on your tail, but it was fruitless. it seemed to sense you, no matter how many times you ran away. this might be it for you. you lost your remaining gas trying to save your squad, but that was unsuccessful too, and now your ODM gear is useless. you tried looking around for any other squads that might be around. nothing.

this isn't how you wanted to go. you at least wanted to be seen, to be remembered in some way. but it looks like you were going to die alone, for a random cadet to find your body when they were doing cleanup. a small tear trickled down your cheek at the thought of leaving your family behind. your friends. marco.

the two of you had gotten together shortly after training. you wonder if he'll know you are dead, or if he'll hold onto hope that you are still alive, just lost. you lean up against the wall of one house you were hiding out in, and try to catch your breath. peering out the window, you see the titan chasing you get held up by another cadet. eyes roaming around for any way out of this predicament, you see a fallen soldier, with their ODM gear in tact. maybe you could make it. holding your breath, you sprint out and quickly try to remove the gas tanks. you start to sweat, knowing you shouldn't be out in the open for so long.

it wasn’t long before you heard stomping heading in your direction. how stuck were these damn tanks? you quickly decide to abandon the tanks, and just run, hoping you can figure out another plan in a quick amount of time. you sprint between houses before you start slowing. the adrenaline was gone, and you were winded. the titan rounds the corner, eyeing you. you start sprinting again, but not before tripping on rubble left by the surrounding buildings. this is it. your legs were so heavy, and your arms too weak. you were tired of running. you hoped marco would forgive you for giving up. just as the titan, starts reaching for you, you hear feet. human feet.

"y/n!" connie jumps from on roof and distracts the titan from the front, when marco jumps from behind, slicing the neck.

you scramble out of the way to avoid the already disintegrating corpse. marco comes and scoops you up, while connie follows behind. once the three of you are safely atop of the walls. marco sets you down, but you don't let go of him. you’re shaking badly, and marco just sits with you until you calm down.

"i thought i was going to lose you," marco whispers. you turn to look at him, and there are tears in his eyes. "but you didn't," you say as you pull him closer. "thank you." you press a sweet kiss on his lips, happy the two of you are together and safe. "you saved my life." marco smiles and you two sit close together before you refill your gas.

too bad you couldn't return the favor in the future.

bertoldt

you glance behind you on your way to breakfast before training. another trainee is following you. the same cadet that has been bothering you for the last few weeks. he's been trying to drag you away from friends to hang out with you, trying to sit down at the table next to you, trying to help you put on the straps for your ODM gear. it was nice at first, to feel like somebody liked you. but now it's just creepy, and you have no idea what to do about it. you're afraid that if you go to a commander, they will think you are wasting their time. it's not like they’ve tried to hurt you.

your friends have noticed it too, and are slightly worried. eren won't let you go to the stables by yourself. mikasa always walks with you. reiner and bertholdt always sit beside you during meals. jean is always by your side at training. you feel a bit like a burden, because your friends have better, more important things to worry about.

today, you are walking by yourself, as mikasa is busy helping eren after he hurt himself. and this stalker seems to have noticed that you don't have your normal bodyguard with you.

the thought makes you a bit angry. does he not think you can take care of yourself? you are one of the top trainees. you can definitely kick his scrawny ass. despite that, you still got a chill up your spine, feeling uncomfortable, so you pick up your pace a little bit. you make it into the dining hall, and see reiner and bertholdt already seated. you take a seat next to berty, and exhale a little bit, trying to maintain your breathing. bertholdt leans over and asks, "are you ok?"

you crane your head to look up at him. "i'm fine. just my little buddy over there decided to follow me here." the two of you quickly glance behind you, and see that your follower had begrudgingly had sat by his friends. reiner leans over, listening to your conversation, "why didn’t mikasa come here with you?"

you scoff. "i can take care of myself, reiner."

"oh no doubt. but, I just don't trust that guy."

"me neither," bertholdt frowns. you smile. you've had a crush on him for a while, and suspect that he likes you back.

"you jealous, berty?" you say, while smirking. he blushes and turns away. "don't be a brat." you just laugh and lean your head against him, which makes him turn an even darker shade. after a hot second, you jump out of your seat.

"where are you going?"

"don't you worry your head off, bertholdt. i'm just going to the bathroom." he pouts a little bit, which you think is cute.

"you shouldn't go by yourself."

"i'll be just fine." you were not just fine. apparently, the cadet was watching you leave, and grabs you, pinning you against the wall.

"is he your little boyfriend now?"

"why does it matter to you?" you say, shoving him away. "you don't mean anything to me, you fucking creep." you try to walk away, but he grabs onto your arm.

"i am her boyfriend," a voice says behind you. "so please, let go of her." the cadet turns, looking at bertholdt, who looked so intimidating, towering over him. "now."

he immediately let go of your arm, and sprinted away.

"oh! are you ok?" you smile at him. "my hero," you say, hugging the literal tree trunk of his body. he places a small kiss to your head. "oh yeah?"

you tilt your head to make eye contact and smile. "yeah. boyfriend."

reiner

this was the first expedition with the scouts, so it was understandable to say you were a bit nervous. of course, you have fought titans before, but you had never been so exposed in terms of no trees and no surrounding buildings. you were riding for a while with a senior member of the scouts, and the two of you rode alongside each other quietly, occasionally breaking the silence for small questions about the mission. the two of you were pretty uneasy, after seeing multiple red flares, but no evidence that there was going to be a retreat.

"squad Leader?" you waited until you heard a small grunt that she had heard you before you continued. "why are we continuing? do you think erwin somehow didn't see our flares?"

"no, I think he saw them. But erwin has a bigger plan in mind."

"oh." That wasn't the answer you were hoping for. but you couldn't express your worries as another member joined you explaining that a flank had been completely wiped out. your partner jumped into action.

"I'll spread the word! y/n! stay here!" she quickly rode off to inform the other parts of the formation. after 5 minutes, you felt a chill down your spine.

you turn towards the member who joined you when you started hearing loud footsteps headed your way. that's impossible! there would have been warning flares if a titan breached the formation. oh wait. the flank has been wiped out.

the footsteps got closer, and soon, your partner is kicked into the air, blood spraying everywhere. time seemed to slow, and you know you have to do something if you want to live. you veer your horse to the right, nearly missing the titan's foot, but in doing that, you fall off, causing your horse to scatter. this is it.

you lay on the ground, not sure what to do next. you can't outrun a titan. there are no trees around for you to use your ODM gear. the titan turns to you, and you lift your head to see where the next attack will come from.

blond hair moves in the wind, and you realize, the titan has a striking resemblance to -

"y/n!" reiner scoops you up, the ends of his ODM gear on the titan's back. While reiner is saving you, jean tries to target the female titan's nape.

"jean!" armin yells. you miss what happens next, because you are tossed to the ground, reiner flying to rescue jean.

your eyes widen when you realize the titan grabbed your boyfriend. you scream his name, but your ODM gear busted when you hit the ground. you don't have time to fix it. you're going to watch him die. seconds seemed like hours as you screamed his name, tears pouring from your eyes. You try to run towards him, but jean was holding you back.

you close your eyes, trying to block out what is happening, when you hear jean gasp. you immediately open your eyes to see that reiner had broken free.

he lands on the ground, grabbing you and armin. you exhale, letting him carry you from the titan.

he's alive. you're alive.

reiner is such a rock in your life. you are so glad you can count on him, knowing he will be there to save you, that he will never betray you.

[angelsdevils]

Jean Kirstein

Title: Overwhelmed Fluff Tag List: @galactict3a

a/n: I just woke up thinking about Jean. He was the first post I seen on fb, and it was a post saying "Jean covers his ears when he is overwhelmed" and it had four images of him doing it. I thought of this and I had to write it. <3

You watched as Jean covered his ears, that meant only one thing. He was feeling overwhelmed once again. You slowly made your way over to him, and placed your hands on top of his. He glanced at you and you gave him that soothing smile. 

“It’s going to be okay Jean, I promise.”

“I’m fine…” 

“I know you aren’t. I can read you, we have been friends since the beginning of training.”

“What makes you sure I’m not okay?” He asked, trying to get out of talking about everything.

“You have this habit of covering your ears when you are overwhelmed.”

“Oh…” 

He felt a blush cross his cheeks, not realizing someone had picked up on his habit. Or that someone paid that close attention to him. 

You leaned up and pressed a small kiss on his cheek before smiling.

“I am here if you wanna talk.”

You removed your hands from his before turning away but Jean stopped you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Wait… stay. Please…” 

“Of course, come on.” 

You took his hands and pulled him to your room. He was confused, but didn’t question it. You laid down, and opened your arms for him. He laid down on top of you burying his face into your neck. 

You started to stroke his hair gently and he let small sighs out as his eyes started to feel heavy.

“Thank you (Y/N).” 

“Of course, you know I am always here for you right?” 

He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head. His arms tightened around you and you couldn’t help but press a kiss on top of his head. 

“I love you (Y/N),” he mumbled against your neck. 

You froze from the sudden confession, your hand stopping completely. He pulled himself from your neck to look at you. That is when he was met with crimson cheeks, and confusion. 

“W-What?”

“I love you.” 

“I thought you liked Mikasa…”

“I used to, but that was back during training days. My feelings for you have been since god, I don’t even know how long. Probably before we found out about Reiner and the others being the true enemies.” 

You blinked several times before smiling softly and you cupped his cheeks.

“That’s so long ago…” 

“Yeah, I realized you were the one. You had always been there and knew me better than anyone. No matter how overwhelmed I was or get you were always there.” 

You smiled shyly up at him and he leaned on his forearms gently and looked down at you.

“I loved you longer, Jean.” 

“Eh? How is that even possible?”

“You don’t remember… but the first time the walls broke, you comforted me. You were the reason I wanted to become part of the scouts, I- was going to go whatever route you were going. Because you were there for me first, so I wanted to be there for you.” 

Jean blinked, not remembering the day that he saved you. But the look you gave him told him you meant every word. He leaned down and hovered his lips over yours.

“May I?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

He gently placed his lips against yours and it felt like a thousand fireworks burst in your stomach. You sighed softly, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

Jean nipped at your bottom lip, and you parted your lips slightly to allow him access. He slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your taste, scent, and touch was overwhelming for Jean, in a good way. It was nothing like he felt before. He easily took control and explored your mouth. He couldn’t get enough, but he knew you both would have to part soon to breathe. 

You both parted and he leaned his forehead against yours. You couldn’t stop smiling as you tried to catch your breath. 

“I love you too Jean, so much.” 

He smiled and buried his face into your neck again, and you stroked his hair.

“I am going to marry you, once we are done dealing with Eren’s ass.” 

“You better not die then,” you said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I am so in love with you. I have too many dreams and plans now. But, if I have to sacrifice myself for you. I will.” 

“Jean…”

“Shh… let’s just stay like this.” 

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[abbyslev]

Hi! I recently found your blog and I absolutely love your Hange x reader stuff<3 I was wondering if I could request Hange comforting the reader during a panic attack? I know panic attacks and stuff like that can be quite a heavy subject so if you're not with doing this request it's totally fine!

3𝑨𝑴- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: hello my angel! thank you for this request. the song i listened to was 3AM but Thundercat! I hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! i need more soft hange haha.

DISCLAIMER: I have never had a panic attack, and i am so sorry to the people who go through that! I wanted to write this, anyway, let me know of anything is wrong or etc. i love you all and please don't be afraid to message me about anything!! i love you angels.

WARNINGS: panic attacks, mentions of death, let me know of if missed any! lightly proofread.

WC: 950

   It was all getting to be too much. You could feel everything.

        So it had finally caught up to you. The reality, the way everything truly was. You were a Section Commander, training young Scouts and helping Hange around with the squads. Especially now, waiting to take down Eren and the rumbling.

        There was not a moment for you to breathe, one where you could think about positive thoughts. It had been consuming you for the past couple of years and now that it was happening, it seemed like your insides were shrinking and your heart was beating quickly.

       You stand up from your place, placing the blanket under your arm. You look around, taking it all in. Hange was sleeping against Levi’s makeshift cart, Mikasa and Armin against each other, Jean and Connie sleeping against a wall, all of them, asleep as if the world wasn’t crumbling outside.  

        You watched them grow, and you made sure they became the best they could be. They were a part of you, and now you had to fight for them because you wanted what was best for them. You close your eyes, hands starting to shake a little. You peek at Hange once more, making sure they were asleep.

      Your clothed feet padded through the small hallway, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth. What if you couldn’t save them? What if you couldn’t stop Eren in time? Would Annie have to live with the fact that her father died? Would Reiner have to see his mother die? 

        You couldn’t let that happen, ever. You were not going to make these kids suffer for something this awful. You had to give your life to fight the titans off for them, you had to. They gave you their energy, time and love, and now it was time to pay off your love for them.

        Your legs gave in, head falling into your hands. You were now far from the room, in a dark hallway lit by oil lamps along the walls. “Oh my god.” You cried, placing a hand on the floor. Nothing felt real at this point. What if they died? They would die for Paradis, but at what cost? Would they be another dead body on a cart?

      “No.” Your eyes widened, hot tears running down your face. You clawed at your ears, trying to stop the loud thoughts. “Please.” You begged whatever was out there to keep them safe. Keep Hange safe. The love of your life, your purpose. You couldn’t let them die. It would be in your hands, everyones death was in your hands.

        You couldn’t move, or breathe. Your stomach felt like it was twisting, and your mouth was dry. It felt like you were hot and cold at the same time and the room was spinning. You tried to focus on the stone floor, but the lines turned red and it felt like you were slipping. Your nails dragged across your face, heavy sobs leaving your mouth. 

       Someone grabbed your shoulders, kneeling next to you. You yelped, backing up against the wall. You closed your eyes, trying to wipe away the tears. “Are you okay?” Someone spoke. That warm voice that you could recognize anywhere. “Hange.” You opened your eyes, mouth gaping a bit.

       “What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Hange sat in front of you, wiping your eyes, concern plastered all over their face. “I-i’m fine. Oh my god i’m sorry, I thought you were asleep.” Your shaky hands grab theirs. “I was, but you were gone and i got worried.” 

        Hange kiss your hand softly, sitting next to you. “Talk to me.” They whisper, pressing their lips against each of your fingers, repeating their actions until your hands no longer shook violently. “T-they don’t deserve any of this. Mika, Armin, Jean, Connie, all of them. Even Reiner and Annie, after what they put us through. They are kids. If I have to give my life for them, so screw it. I will.” You hiccup, wiping a couple stray tears. 

      “Don’t say that. We are all going to make it. These kids are fighting for what they think is right, you don’t owe anyone anything.” Hange slid your ring up and down your finger. The ring they gave you before you became Section Commander, just when you two were leaving the Cadet Corp. for the Scout Regiment.You two went way back, starting out as young friends to lovers. 

       You lean your head against their shoulder, following their breathing rhythm. “I don’t know what to do.” You mutter. “We go with whatever happens. We cannot plan anything, but you cannot blame yourself for our lost comrades and tell me these kids lives are in your hands.” Hange held your face in their hands, rubbing their thumbs on your damp cheeks. 

      “What we do from this point forward is for us. We will not let this genocide happen, and none of this is for you to blame.” They press their lips against yours. “Are you okay now?” Hange pushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. “Somewhat.” “Let’s go back to bed, come sleep with me this time. I’ll have someone else go on guard.” Hange helped you up, wrapping the blanket around you. “Don’t cry anymore.” They kiss your lips once more, before heading back to the cold room.

      “I love you and nothing bad is ever going to happen to us.” Hange stopped you before you two entered the room. You take a deep breath, nodding. “I love you too.” You hug Hange. “Now c’mon before my sleep rubs off.” They place a hand on your lower back, leading you back towards the makeshift bed.