#snk flock

[mousecracker]

There's something about the winter holidays that just has jearmin shippers crawling from the woodwork in droves

[ellebabywrites]

me when Flock is mentioned

[anothersmashorpass]

[jjkeremika]

Roadtriiiiip!

description: eren and mikasa are on a road trip. their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

disclaimer(s)?: smutty; finger sucking?; fingering; penetration; no condom he came inside; outside

nsfw/mdni

“eren,” mikasa said his name as she rounded the passenger door to the trunk of the car, following to where eren was heading, “do you need help?” she watched him open the trunk with a huff and an eye roll. “i can help. let me help.”

eren shuffled through the items in the trunk, his chest raising and falling in aggravated breaths. “i got it,” he replied sternly, barely glancing over as he continued to rifle for his toolbox.

she felt a lump in her throat at the light glare he shot her, and a light sting in her tear glands. she reminded herself that he wasn’t frustrated with her, just the situation.

car stopped in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day with no signal. she was genuinely thankful it was the middle of the day, he was here, had the tools, and capable of using them. but she didn’t blame him for being stressed and angry.

he found the toolbox and haphazardly dragged it and angrily closed the trunk. “i said i got it, mika.” he looked at her, his eyes solid and fiery, his voice firm. just—” he stopped, closed his eyes and visibly took a deep, calming inhale. “wait nearby. don’t go far alone.”

she became eerily aware of her heart beating. she nodded silently, but he had already walked to the hood of the car and exposed the engine.

after a moment passed and she processed the light pang in her pelvis that always made her blush furiously, she hid inside the passenger seat of the car.

the open hood hid her from eren’s view, but it also hid him from hers. she felt her stomach drop as she thought of the sweat of working on a hot engine under the sun, the sweat rolling down his silky-looking skin, following the trails of and accentuating the muscles in his neck and arms.

eren’s biceps were probably bulging as he explored and fixed the machinery. his defined back and firm ass on display as he bent over the engine and the shirt hem raised, threatening to expose more of him. the thought of touching herself behind the temporary barrier popped into her head and she audibly gasped, physically heating up.

she started to feel uncomfortably hot in the car, feeling the beads of sweat both form on and roll down the edges of her face and the back of her neck.

“i need to take a walk,” she expressed, scrambling to sit up and stand out of the seat.

curiosity got the best of her and she peaked over the side of the hood, earning a side view of the veins in his arms popping out with each turn of the tool.

she admired his focus, the intensity flaring in his eyes before her gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, inching towards his defined collarbones peaking out of his shirt collar.

mikasa kept walking, her eyes fixed on him as her feet led her some distance behind him, catching full sight of the view she imagined, the painted picture that was stuck in her head (a clothed version, but nonetheless).

she forced her attention off of him, turned her head to pay attention to the mindless trail her feet followed.

mountains and dust and brush and trees and dirt. one long road in both directions, bending into the horizon as it continued for however long, far beyond the eye can see. reds and browns and deep greens and striated rocks and mountains and canyons larger than she could believe. clumps of trees that aged as melted glaciers carved out the terrain.

she jumped at the flock of birds that sprung into action, flew from a hidden stock in the trees. with her hand over her chest she took a deep breath, watched them fly away.

she screamed when a hand roughly grasped her wrist, yanked her backwards with a nonconforming grip. she screamed and raised her other arm for defense, but the offender grabbed her other wrist and held them both against her chest.

she finally opened her eyes and processed the sight and her rapid breathing slowed as she registered the voice. “mikasa! mikasa, chill the fuck out!”

“oh my god, eren,” she froze in place, her muscles still tensed as her chest worked overtime to recover, “you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

his eyes were wide, scared, frantic. his tough clasps on her wrists barely softened. he gasped out the breath he held in a disbelieving chuckle. “i’ve been calling your name.” he lowered her arms, but didn’t let go. “did you not hear me?”

she blinked twice. “what?”

his expression lightened, his eyebrows unfurled. “let’s just go back to the car, okay? i think i fixed it.”

she nodded, her lips curling into a tiny smile as she realized his hands had slipped into hers, his fingers loosely embracing hers.

she glanced down to their mingling fingertips, starting to feel the warmth of his touch. he looked away, his hair sliding at the movement to cover his ear, and his palm slipped into hers, intertwining their fingers. he silently led her to the car, and she was slightly surprised at how far she’d walked when she noticed how small the car looked.

she pouted when he released her hand and closed the open hood. she openly admired his arms, the part of his neck peaking through his hair.

mikasa hopped in surprise slightly when she noticed eren turning around to look at her, and she turned away, her cheeks turning pink and her breathing becoming more difficult.

he smiled, felt his own heart skip at her secret adoration. “mikasa,” he started, reaching out for her, hovering over her upper arms, looking down at her, “i, um. i was really worried when i couldn’t see you.”

the eye contact faltered, glanced to the side out of nervousness. his hands gently slid down her forearms to her wrists.

she felt her heart swell from the vessel dilation, felt the heat rush through her entire body and settle in select parts that were now screaming for attention. “i—”

“so don’t fucking wander like that,” he finished sternly, his eyebrows furrowing, the pink to red blush caressing his cheeks.

she leaned onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, mostly just resting them onto his muscular, broad shoulders.

she felt the hairs prickling against her skin, magnetically pulling her towards him. “yes, eren,” she whispered, staring at the bubbles of enjoyment and nerves and sex suspended in his grassy eyes. she pushed her body weight onto him and rested her chin on his shoulder, falling into a hug. “whatever you say, eren.”

the hot breath stimulated the skin near his ear, sending shiver after shiver down his spine, the skin tingling and lighting up his brain at her touch.

he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, letting both hands settle near her tailbone, licking at the end of her spine. he applied light pressure to her back, pushing her into him more.

mikasa leaned back and turned her head, staring at him. he scanned her face, then slowly leaned in, his insides burning and twisting as their lips pressed together, as she actually kissed him back.

they kissed softly for a few seconds before their lips were smoothly gliding and sliding together, his tongue and teeth grazing her bottom lip.

he lightly bit the lip tissue as his hands slid down the curve of her spine and settled on her bum, immediately cupping and squeezing the soft and fleshy tissue.

eren groaned into the kiss, lightly smacked her ass and smirked when she gasped.

with his hands firmly on her hips, his thumbs settling perfectly into the divots in the bone, his finger gracing the exposed skin just above her long skirt, eren walked her backwards until he heard the light thud of the calves bumping against the car. her butt fell onto the hood of the car, the material echoing underneath.

eren leaned over her, lowered one hand to the side of her thigh while he kissed her deeper, until her back was against the car.

and then he was lifting her up by her thighs and dragging them to his waist, tapping her bum lightly to instruct her to wrap her calves around him, cage and lock himself in. he started to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head farther back, baring her neck for him to claim, gasping and smiling with each wet, smooth touch.

he was pushing his crotch into hers, the erection so eager and obvious and he felt his cock’s ghostly throb at the sound of her sporadic breaths, at the pleasant taste of her skin despite being under dry sun.

his arm slid from her thigh to her butt, squeezed and slapped the squishy flesh before wrapping itself around her waist and drawing her closer, their bellies touching. he used his arm and core strength to lift her slightly, used his other hand to repeatedly smack her ass, smiling and chuckling breathlessly as she moaned and curled in, exposed more of her bum.

she kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to smile into the kiss as their lips locked and their tongues meshed. mikasa’s hands moved from clutching onto and exploring the skin of his back through the shirt to blindly reaching for her skirt, grasping at the fabric and frantically pulling it up.

eren pulled away from the kiss, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid, and she almost silently whined, “no,” as his attention switched to the hand fisting her skirt.

his sultry smirk widened, his pupils dilated like nightfall over a sea of algae, overtaking and transforming the view. he looked back to her eyes, the gradient grey replaced with a radiant black, effervescent like a maturing raven.

the hand not wrapped around her immediately moved to the hem of her skirt, assisted her in the process of rolling it up her legs. they shared a smile once it had reached her hips, and he kissed her again and moved both hands to his belt.

did the buckle break when it hit the tarmac, having been thrown aside onto hot concrete with negative care? sounded like it.

the hand that had tossed the belt drew to her neck, cupping her cheek and caressing her jaw. he let his tongue slide against hers. he bit her bottom lip, pushed his crotch into hers in a smooth rhythm.

he pulled back, hesitantly raised two fingers to her lips. mikasa glanced up with round eyes, unfairly framed by babydoll lashes, and the blood pulsed right to his cock, flooded his brain.

“fuck, you look so pretty, mika,” he confessed the only thought on his mind, and she blushed rouge as her mouth enveloped his fingers, as her tongue licked around the skin.

her nose crinkled as the faint taste of hand sanitizer registered on her tongue. she supposed she should be grateful he used it at all, given the mechanic cameo. she channeled the distaste into her firm hold on the skirt hem. she relocated her attention to the pleasant feeling of eren’s lips on her neck.

“well, actually, you always look pretty,” he mumbled against her neck, the touch tingling her skin and the sentiment tingling her heart. he removed his fingers from her mouth, directed them right under her skirt instead.

“ooh,” mikasa moaned softly, her pelvic muscles reacting to the heat of his arm between her thighs, to the thin pause and knowledge of his finger nearing her pelvis.

he slipped her underwear to the side immediately, then placed his hand over her crotch, pressed the pads of his middle finger against her pulsing muscles and she gasped at the free air, and again at the air removed by his touch.

eren timed the start of his sentence with a wiggle of his fingertip, a smooth touch to her touch-deprived and sensitive skin, “but you look fucking gorgeous right now.” he delicately bit at her clothed shoulder, like he was restraining himself. “the way you are.”

he played with her clit, smirking against her skin and kissing innocently along her jaw. “the way the sun hits you.”

mikasa gasped loudly, one which then transitioned into a moan as eren lowered his finger and pressed them inside her. “oh, fuck,” he moaned too, fixating on how easily he slid inside her, how it wasn’t because she fucking sucked on his fingers.

“the way you look at me.” meanwhile he used his other hand to frantically tug his pants down, free his restrained erection. his sentences breathy, his brain too distracted by her that he needs a second to reform and get it out. “the way you’re on my fucking car right now.”

she couldn’t kiss him while his fingers were folding and poking inside her, while she could feel the blood rushing to accompany his touch, while she could so clearly hear and feel the liquid pouring out of her and haphazardly soaking his appendages. the air was forced out of her lungs with each upward motion, each bend of the knuckle or rub to her clit, and she needed her mouth to breathe, because each breath wasn’t enough. not even close.

“no, eren, don’t stop,” mikasa cried out, attempting to sit onto her elbows but they slid against the shiny hood, partially due to her sweaty skin.

his smile in the moment felt warmer than the sun beating down on them, warmer than the highest degree on the temperature scale. he reached his other hand out, touched it to her muscles and it so easily slipped in.

“ooh, yes,” she moaned throatily, happily, leaning back against the car and letting her hands pull on his shirt and feel his chest and abs.

“god, the way you fucking look right now,” eren gasped out, the liquid streaming out of her further lubricating his fingers and her pussy, “unholy. unreal.”

mikasa was smiling more than she ever had, her cheeks aching from the steady contraction, and she let each sound mindlessly slip from her parted lips as she let the skirt drape over his arm and raked his chest.

his fingers were removed and she was about to sit up again, about to say something when his bare tip was presenting itself to her lips instead.

she moaned and nodded her head, unsure if he could even tell, and he slowly pushed in, both of them gasping and muttering profanities at the feeling.

the slowness dragged the feeling out, let both of them relish in the pleasurable contortion of the other.

eren’s lips found their way back to hers and he kissed her before she could turn away. he snaked his arm back around her waist to hold her in place and pulled out, the drag exaggerating the temporary lag in mikasa’s mind.

she moaned and exhaled into the kiss once his hips snapped back and collided with hers, his tip meshing against her soft sensitive tissue. he licked into her mouth, immediately withdrew his hips and did it again.

she wrapped his head in her hands and lowered it, pushed his lips from hers so she could breathe. the breathless kissing and relentless pounding was making her dizzy, and she was pretty certain she was hot and sweaty from him than the sun.

his nuzzled his nose between her collarbones and kissed and licked along the thin skin of the bone. a tingling, airy, ghostly sensation, one that pulsed strongly to her pelvis and even further lubed his enveloped cock.

his pace had quickened rapidly, his hips brutally slapping against hers, the obscene sound echoing in the open air, birds and cows and rocks unwillingly overhearing.

they moaned each other’s names at the same time, a throaty “eren” and hearty, low “mikasa.” solidifying and expanding their mental connection.

“oh, fuck, mika, i— fuck.” he was slowing down. his thrusts were hard but sloppy, less controlled. he was succumbing to her warm and wet and inviting cunt. he was giving in the time-compounded crush and fortified feelings in his gut.

her legs tightened around his waist and her fingers dug into his back and scalp, tugged harshly on his hair. the moans were growing in number and volume, and the heat building inside her was about to explode like gunfire in gasoline.

“mikasa, i, i think i love you,” he confided with multiple thrusts, with counted breaths.

one sharp thrust into her sweet spot and the euphoria overwhelmed her, washed over her in repeating waves that made her want to scramble away, run away from the intense and stimulating emotion. but her thighs kept her anchored to him, his hips still sporadically thrusting in.

her clenching around him was all he needed to release his restraint and cum mindlessly inside her, breathlessly heaving over her as he stilled his movements and his hands held his weight over her, arms shaking from the pleasurable effort.

they silently caught their breath, allowed their heart beats to return to a somewhat steady (albeit elevated) state and fixed their clothing before they both spoke, again testing their connection.

“do you actually love me?” mikasa asked carefully, her stomach unsettled by uncertainty, her heart afraid of shatter.

her voice overlapped with eren’s. “i meant what i said.” his heart was beating nervously now. this might make the rest of the car ride to armin’s campus awkward.

then they both asked, “what?”

eren gestured with his hand to let mikasa speak, but she shook her head and hand, insisting eren went first.

“i meant what i said.” he shifted the weight between his feet. “i do love you.” he shrugged sheepishly, a pink blush on his cheeks. “have for a while now.”

mikasa stood up, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance and wincing at the unregrettable ache and throbbing remnants in her pussy. she fell into him, wrapped her arms around him. eren instantly reciprocated the action, but took her body weight into his arms, let herself be protected and held by him.

“hm, that’s good,” she hummed happily, almost sing-songy. she tittered, looking up at him with happy, amused, satisfied eyes. “because you could be a dad.”

[natdoge555]

Floch's fandom name is now nest head.

don't @ me

[xiaosflwr]

# 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬

# 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

# 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

[fanmoose12]

a little fic i’ve written based on this. Enjoy!

“Erwin!” Mike burst into his office, looking unusually pleased. “You would never guess what I just witnessed!”

“Hange and Levi making out in a corridor?” Erwin replied without raising his head from the paperwork.

Mike’s jaw dropped. How did he—? Could Erwin read minds now too? “How did you guess?” Mike dejectedly asked.

As he finally looked up, Erwin wore a smug grin on his usually serious face. “I’ve seen them too. Several times actually.”

“Huh? And you didn’t think to tell me? I thought we were friends, Erwin!”

Erwin shrugged. “I thought you knew. With your nose, I was sure you couldn’t miss this new development.”

Mike made a face. “You know I try not to smell Hange. Remember that time when I sniffed her hair and got an allergy for a whole week?” Mike shuddered at the memory, but then a huge grin appeared on his face. “Hey, do you think they’re trying to be secretive about this?”

“I’m sure of it. Have you noticed that Levi stopped sitting next to Hange during meetings?”

“And they don’t eat together anymore.” Mike nodded. “I thought they were fighting or something… But they are just trying to hide their relationship? Should we tell them we found out?”

Erwin didn’t answer for a long moment, staring into distance and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Hey Mike,” he finally called. “Want to start a bet?”

Mike shook his head. “You and your obsession with gambling.”

“Do you accept or not?”

“Who are you taking me for? Of course, I accept! What are we betting on?”

“On how long Levi and Hange will continue to keep their relationship in secret.”

“Two weeks.” Mike stated undoubtedly. “Two weeks and the whole Survey Corps will know that they’re fucking.”

“Aha,” Erwin smiled enigmatically. “But the bet isn’t about that. It’s not about when everyone else will find out. It’s about when Hange and Levi will realize that everyone knows.”

“In that case…” Mike trailed off, thinking. “In that case, two months.”

Erwin hummed. “I’d say it will take them a year. At the very least.”

“The one who loses buys the best booze from MPs?”

Erwin smirked, shaking Mike’s hand. “Deal.”

***

To his shame, when Moblit saw them for the first time, he had completely misinterpreted the situation. He saw Captain Levi bent over Squad Leader Hange, and only one thought came to his mind: Captain Levi finally snapped. She managed to push him to the edge. And now Captain was trying to kill Hange-san with his bare hands.

In his defense, the lab was as dimly lit as always, with only a few candles illuminating the large room. Besides, all Moblit could see was Captain’s wide back. And the quiet groans coming from Squad Leader Hange only further proved Moblit’s guess.

He almost made a move, almost took a step closer, determined to at least try to save his beloved superior. Sure, Captain Levi was abnormally strong, and Moblit honestly didn’t have a chance in a fight against him, but he couldn’t just abandon his Squad Leader, right?

Moblit had already raised his leg, when he heard it, loud and clear.

“Oh, Levi, y-yes, exactly there…”

Moblit froze in place, with his leg still raised in the air. His cheeks reddened instantly, and he closed his eyes, trying to drawn out all the noises. Now everything was beginning to make sense.

Captain Levi wasn’t trying to kill his Squad Leader, oh no, he was trying… he was doing… Moblit closed his eyes tighter, trying not to think about what exactly his two superiors were doing right now. Instead he focused on planning what should he do next.

Obviously he had to leave, and leave quickly. As much as he cherished and respected his Squad Leader, he had no desire to know anything about her personal life. With Captain Levi, of all people. But Moblit also had to be extra careful. One wrong move, and they would hear him. Captain Levi would hear him.

Yeah, Moblit definitely wasn’t looking forward to that.

He slowly and very, very carefully took a step back. And then another one. And another one, until his back had hit the door. His hand tentatively touched the handle and turned it, mindful to make as little sound as possible. A second later, and the door was opened, and Moblit was almost saved.

Although, as it turned out he didn’t have to worry so much. Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange seemed too focused on whatever they were doing to notice him.

As he finally exited the lab, Moblit breathed the sigh of relief. He needed to get drunk right fucking now. He had to get this image out of his mind.

If only he had known then that it was the first but definitely not his last time seeing Captain and his Squad Leader together.

***

Petra always admired her Captain. From the moment she had set her eyes on his not so tall, but definitely proud figure, her heart was filled with immense loyalty and adoration for this man. He wasn’t only strong and fearless, but he was kind and considerate too. Maybe, he didn’t show it, but Captain cared about other people and his fellow soldiers. And sometimes, Petra felt like Captain was paying extra attention to her, like he was especially kind and caring with her. It was probably wishful thinking, but Petra liked to think that she was special for Captain. Not just another one of his subordinates, not just another member of Survey Corps, but someone who he could talk with and open up to. Someone he trusted and someone he cared about.

That’s why Petra didn’t like the rumors about her Captain and Squad Leader Hange. Of course, as so many others she also noticed that something was going on between them. There was something weird in their interactions. Something unspoken, but almost palpable. And as hard as she tried to ignore it, Petra couldn’t deny that Captain Levi was different around Squad Leader Hange. He was less guarded, more open. As Petra watched him during one of his many banters with Squad Leader, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Captain’s eyes were almost shining as he gazed at the bespectacled scientist.

But still, Petra was just a girl. Even if she was a strong soldier and one of the most prominent fighters in the whole Survey Corps, deep inside her still lived a gentle soul, filled with hope and desire for love. And so she hoped against all odds that one day Captain would finally see her and realize his feelings for her.

Petra was slowly making her way through the dark corridors of Survey Corps’ headquarters. It was almost midnight, and most soldiers had already retrieved to their beds, but Petra knew that one person was still awake. Captain Levi’s insomnia was a known fact amongst the scouts, as almost everyone at least once saw him up at night, working in his office or drinking tea in the mass hall.

And so Petra decided to surprise Captain with a cup of tea. She bought it specifically for him during her last trip to town, and Petra hoped that its exquisite taste would lift Captain’s spirits. Maybe, he would even grace her with that rare, but pretty smile of his.

Petra speeded up, eager to get to Captain’s room. She smiled as she turned the corner and saw that the light was still coming from his room. Petra took a deep breath, gripping the tray with tea tighter in her hands.

She was almost by Captain’s door, when she heard a voice coming out of it.

“Levi, c’mon!” Petra immediately recognized Squad Leader Hange’s deep voice. The corners of her mouth slid down. What was she doing so late at night? And in Captain’s room?  “You can’t just ignore me, I’ve finished my work earlier, so we could spend more time together!”

“I’m busy.”

“Leeeevi!” Hange whined. “Are you still angry with me?”

Huh? Did Captain and Squad Leader Hange have a fight? Curious, Petra took a step closer. There was a small crack in the door, and through it she could see what was going on inside the room. Captain was at his desk, probably writing a report, while Hange leaned on his chair.

“You threw me out.” Captain replied. It was obvious that he tried to make his voice sound neutral, but Petra could hear that his words were tainted with anger.

“I was in a middle of an important experiment!” Hange threw her hands in the air. “I couldn’t let you distract me!”

“You. Threw. Me. Out.” Captain repeated, turning his head to glare at Squad Leader.

“But Levi! I came here today, didn’t I? And I apologized!”

“You didn’t.”

“Well, I’m apologizing now.”

Squad Leader moved from her place and only Petra’s quick reflexes saved her from gasping out loud. Because Squad Leader Hange got to her feet and then sat down. Right at Captain Levi’s lap. With wide, shocked eyes Petra watched how she casually circled her hands around his neck.

“I’m really, really sorry for throwing you out, my dear, beloved Levi.” Hange punctuated her words with a kiss. “Is your heart kind enough to forgive me?”

“You’re so full of shit.” Captain replied gruffly, his hands coming to wrap themselves around Squad Leader’s back. “Fine, I can finish this work tomorrow.”

“Yay!” Hange exclaimed, leaning in to give Levi another kiss. She yelped in surprise, when Levi got up, still holding her in his hands. Her legs circled Levi’s waist, and Petra closed her eyes, taking a swift step back.

She had seen more than enough.

She turned around, making her way back to her room. As she walked through the dark corridors, Petra realized that she didn’t feel as sad as she probably should be. Seeing Captain and Squad Leader made her realize that she wasn’t in love with Captain Levi himself, but with an idea of him. She dreamed about someone who would be strong enough to protect her, but wasn’t Petra already strong? Maybe, she didn’t need someone to protect her, maybe, all she needed was someone, who would be holding her hand and fighting alongside her, not hiding her behind their back.

Besides, it seemed like Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange really made each other happy, and Petra was happy for them. In their world, cruel and dangerous as it was, it was vital to cherish every moment with your loved ones.

And Petra was happy that Captain Levi managed to find a person like that. Someone, who cared about him and listened to him. Someone who was always there for him.

In the end, she was really happy that Captain fell in love with someone. Even if it wasn’t with her.

***

When he first joined Survey Corps, Jean preferred to ignore all the rumors about Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange. Of course, it was funny to gossip about them during breakfasts, but Jean didn’t dare to joke about it in the presence of Captain Levi. Besides, it was hard to imagine Captain and Squad Leader together.

When he was still just a recruit and before he got to know Captain and Squad Leader Hange, Jean couldn’t understand the roots of those rumors. Both Captain and Hange-san seemed completely foreign to the concept of love and affection. Captain was always so serious, and his hard eyes always made Jean shudder. And Squad Leader Hange seemed too invested in her work and research to notice anyone who was shorter than four meter.

But as the time went by and Jean survived one disaster after another alongside two veterans, he started to realize that he was wrong. Captain Levi, as scary as he appeared, was actually a very kind man. Sure, he frequently kicked Jean’s ass and made him work harder that Jean ever thought he was capable to, but he did it, because he cared, because he wanted Jean to become stronger, because he wanted to do everything in his power to ensure his survival.

And Hange-san was the biggest weirdo Jean had ever seen, there was no denying it. However, she wasn’t crazy or heartless as some soldiers claimed. She was actually kind of nice, and sometimes she even reminded Jean of his mother. Not that she was as annoyingly over-bearing as Jean’s mom, but her gentle smile and kind eyes frequently made Jean think of his family and home.

When she quietly asked him if he was tired, or when she brought tea for him, or when she ordered him to take a day-off, noticing the dark circles that started to appear under his eyes, Jean couldn’t help the wave of fondness and affection that settled over him as he gazed in Commander Hange’s eyes.

And, of course, as he got to know Commander Hange and Captain Levi, Jean couldn’t ignore the signs of their undeniably strong bond. He noticed the shared jokes and gentle teasing, the small, but fond glances and the not so discreet touching of each other’s hands. There was no denying that Captain and Commander cared for each other more deeply than they showed.

And really, Jean would have been very happy if it all stayed that way. If everything he knew about his superiors’ relationship ended with them holding hands beneath the table. But, unfortunately, life wasn’t as kind to Jean as he had hoped.

When he saw them for the first time during his training in a forest, Jean was terrified. He saw Captain Levi pressing Commander Hange against one of the trees, holding her tightly and kissing her passionately, and not a single joke or jab appeared in his mind. He felt nothing but panic.

One wrong move, and Jean was sure that Captain would see him. Sure, Commander Hange would probably just laugh it all off, but Jean wasn’t too keen on spending his entire week, cleaning the dirtiest toilets in the Survey Corps’ headquarters.

One time was more than enough.

So he slowly backed up, trying to make as little noise as possible. He knew he couldn’t use his ODM-gear, afraid that it would be too loud in the quiet forest. So Jean carefully climbed down from a tree and headed back to the barracks, trying to put this incident out of his mind.

And maybe, he would have forgotten about this, but once he saw Commander Hange and Captain once, he couldn’t stop catching them in the most unexpected places. He’d go to a library to find himself a book, and Commander would be there with Captain Levi sprawled beneath her. He’d decide to clean his horse, and in the stables he would happen upon his two superiors, passionately making out on a stack of hay. He’d go to the town to visit his mother, and on his way back to the headquarters he would see Captain and Commander, dressed in their civilian attire and kissing on the bench in the park.

This was honestly getting ridiculous, and what baffled Jean the most was the fact that Captain Levi and their highly intelligent and observant Commander were confident that their relationship was a complete secret to the others. They acted surprised and embarrassed when someone walked up on them, and their ridiculous excuses became a running joke amongst Jean’s friends from 104th.

Jean honestly had half a mind to tell them the truth. To tell them that they didn’t fool anyone, and that they didn’t need to fool anyone. Not a single soul in the Survey Corps gave a fuck about their relationship, they were actually happy for them. Jean and his squad were especially happy for them. Sometimes they even joked about Commander and Captain being the mom and dad of Survey Corps, as they so often acted like their parents.

But in the end, it wasn’t any of Jean’s business. If they wanted to keep it a secret, they surely had a valid reason for that. Or maybe, they didn’t, and both Captain and Commander Hange just weren’t comfortable in sharing the details of their personal lives. Whatever the case, they were adults and Jean’s superiors, so he could do nothing, but respect and tolerate their relationship.

Jean cursed, as he walked up to Commander Hange’s office and saw Connie leaning on the wall next to the door.

“I take it Captain Levi is already inside?”

Connie’s cheeks flamed and he made an expression that was half-horrified, half-disgusted. “For fuck’s sake, Jean!” he whispered with wide eyes. “You can’t just say things like that!”

As he understood what Connie had implied, Jean’s face reddened as well. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice devoid of embarrassment. “I meant to ask if Captain is inside Commander’s office, and not inside… ins—” he paused, spluttering and blushing a deeper shade of red.

Connie burst out laughing. “Man, you should have seen your face!” he patted Jean’s shoulder. “It was hilarious! Oh, Sasha should have been here to see it!”

“Shut up!” Jean hissed, turning his face away. It was still as red as a tomato. “It was you have misunderstood me in the first place!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Connie smirked. “We all know that you’re a pervert, Jean, don’t try to deny it.”

“Whatever.” Jean muttered, still avoiding Connie’s eyes and gripping the papers in his hands tighter. “Anyway, how long have you been standing there?”

Connie shrugged. “Almost half an hour. So get in line, Mikasa’s also waiting, she needs to talk with Captain Levi.”

“I just need Hange-san to sign some papers for me.”

“And I need to get a provision list from her, so like I said. Get in line.”

Jean sighed, leaning on the wall next to Connie. They stood in silence for some time, before the peace was interrupted by a long and loud moan. Both Jean and Connie winced.

“I hope they’ll finish soon,” Jean mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, it’s a little impressive, don’t you think?” Connie nudged him in the side. “Not that Captain or Commander are old, but, well, they’re not young, right? And here we are waiting for them to finish for almost an hour.”

“Connie.” Jean pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice strained. “I’m begging you – shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying,” Connie raised his hands in a placating gesture. “They have great stamina.”

Jean groaned. “Please, can we stop talking about sex between Captain and Hange-san? I really don’t want to think about it.”

Connie opened his mouth to reply, but he was interrupted when the door to Commander’s office opened, and Captain Levi walked out.

His cheeks were the faintest shade of red, and his expression was unusually relaxed. There was even a hint of a smile on his lips. “Jean, Connie.” He nodded to them.

“Captain!” Connie saluted, while Jean poked his head inside Hange-san’s room. She was sitting at her table, her hair even messier than usual. There was a wide grin on her face and she was quietly humming while shifting through papers on her desk.

And suddenly, Jean felt a surge of bravery run through him. He looked down on Captain Levi, his lips curving into a smirk. “Captain, did you and Commander have another one of your strategic meetings?”

“Of course,” Levi grumbled, raising the collar of his shirt higher. Jean exchanged a look with Connie, as both of them saw a small hickey on Captain’s neck. “If you have any business with Commander, do it quickly. She had a long day and she needs to rest.”

“Strategic meetings are so tiring?” Jean barely held in a laugh, as he saw that Captain’s cheeks became red again. He muttered something intelligible before swiftly walking away.

Jean and Connie waited for him to disappear behind the corner before bursting out laughing.

“Man, how haven’t they noticed that everyone knows about them?” Connie asked between his laughs.

“Noticed what?”

Both Jean and Connie whirled around, their eyes widening and face paling.

“H-hange-san?” Jean asked shakily.

“C’mon, guys!” Hange smiled brilliantly at them. “Tell me what was so funny! You know I like a good laugh!”

“Ehh,” Connie scratched the back of his neck, desperately trying to avoid Commander’s gaze. “Sasha and Niccolo, that Marleyan guy, well, they, um, confessed to each other!”

To Jean’s knowledge, they didn’t. He wasn’t sure if Sasha even knew about Niccolo’s feelings, but it wasn’t a bad excuse. Maybe, Hange-san would even believe them.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Hange clasped her hands in delight. “I’m very happy for them. In our world, it’s important to find someone to love.” She extended her hands and ruffled Jean and Connie’s hair. “You should find yourself someone, too, boys.”

“Have you found yourself someone like that, Hange-san?” Jean asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Of course,” She agreed instantly, smiling gently. “I have you two, Sasha, Mikasa, Eren and Armin.”

“And Captain Levi?”

“And, of course, Levi,” a pretty blush appeared on Hange’s cheeks. “Where I would be without him?” She shook her head, straightening her shoulders. “Anyways, do you need something from me?”

“It can wait.” Jean waved his hand. “Take some rest, Commander. It looks like you need it.”

Hange chuckled, running a hand through her hair. “Then I guess I’ll retire for today. But if you need me, don’t hesitate to come and get me.”

“Of course, Commander.” Connie saluted. “Have a nice evening.”

She looked at Jean and Connie fondly, patting their shoulders. “Thank you, boys. You should rest as well. Gather all your friends and visit town or something. Have some fun. You deserve it.”

Connie and Jean nodded with a smile, and Hange bid them farewell, closing the door to her office and heading towards her room.

When Hange reached the end of a corridor, she was joined by Captain Levi. He looked around, checking if anyone was around, and then wrapped his hands around her shoulders. Commander Hange leaned on him and together they walked away.

Jean sighed, as he watched that scene. Suddenly, he remembered dark eyes and beautiful black hair. He remembered a soft, rare smile that was never directed on him. Jean ran a hand through his hair. Who would have ever thought that he would be envious of his two superiors?

“C’mon,” Connie tugged at his coat. “Commander Hange gave us a permission to go to town. Let’s use it to get drunk at the tavern.” Connie smirked, hugging Jean’s shoulder. “Maybe we’ll find our special people there.”

And while, Jean was very doubtful that it would be true, that his heart would be able to love anyone, except her, he still let Connie drag him out to the bar. And, maybe, his friend was right, maybe, Jean would also meet someone who would love him. Who would make him just as happy as Commander Hange and Captain Levi made each other.

[phantomblood000]

[angolicious]

Still waiting on that hate for being a floch fucker

Handsome....

[elprogoodbg]

So we had this

Then this

And now this

N O

[lenok993]

I feel bad for 104th

[lostcauses-noregrets]

RIP Nile Dok.  We never saw eye to eye but I’ll be sad to say goodbye to the rat faced bastard.  

I’m also gutted to see Pixis go, I was always very fond of him.  He deserved to retire in peace and enjoy a long and happy retirement with a well stocked untainted wine cellar.  (I’m also distraught that I can no long say that I’m “younger than Dot Pixis” when people ask how old I am.)

Keith Shadis though!  What a man.  Special people do indeed exist.  (Seeing him riding to the rescue like this, does make me a little sad that Erwin isn’t still around to do the same.)

Don’t get me started on this piece of shit.  How the hell is he still alive? And more to the point, if Flocke is now in Shiganshina, where are fuck Levi and and Hanji?

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

Colt is dead.

Porco is dead.

Magath might be dead.

Eren is beheaded (but definitely not dead, c’mon).

Falco is a titan.

Nile is a titan.

Pixis is a titan.

But freaking Floch is still alive.

[magicmiss]

Some black ink drawing of the cast !

Hange couldn’t make it cause she had other really important things to do sorry

[maagicmiss]

Seeing Jean kneeling in front of Flock is giving me strong feelings

Like

What’s up dudes ? I can read French but not pixels

I need answers or I’ll die

[lady-bluebird-luv]

This is the same attitude Marley has toward the island. Violence and anger breeds violence and anger, not eventual victory and peace.