#zeke﹒yeager﹐⟢﹔🍒

[zekescherries]

random array of zeke headcanons

- zeke always wanted to play the cello, he just never got to because of obvious reasons.

- zeke is a massive cuddler, when mister ksaver was still alive he used to give the best bear hugs. now that he's gone, physical touch for zeke has become non existent even though he craves it.

- zeke smells like cigarette smoke and oddly expensive cologne.

- zeke hates vulnerability, for obvious reasons. he cringes inside whenever pieck or porco open up about their loved ones. he's not sure if it's jealousy over their emotional bonds or emotional intelligence.

- zeke always finds himself comparing himself to grisha, in both appearance or in personality. it's part of the reason why he let his beard grow out.

- zeke is sleep deprived and has noticeable eye bags, even seen through ksaver's glasses.

- the warriors gossip about zeke, mostly because they're nosy about his personal life, he knows but doesn't care.

- zeke hates arguments, he finds them unnecessary and so avoids them at all costs. in part because they trigger unwanted memories for him.

edit: for the second one, i kinda forgot about zeke's grandparents, so pardon me on that. 😭😭

[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ end

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

the walk home is silent. veil is a smart girl, especially for her tender age. you won't be able to hide the truth from her forever. you always remind yourself of that but the pain is still so fresh.

on the other hand, you should let reiner or pieck look after veil when you're unable. just to avoid yelena at all costs. she's the reason why veil is asking about zeke after all.

"to your room, please, veil." you ask of her, closing the door behind you. setting her bag down next to the carpet. veil's expression is sorrowful and guilty but she doesn't say anything in protest.

"okay. . ."

shame casts over you while you walk up the stairs, the creeping of the stairs almost pushes you to the edge. every time you think you're over him, something pushes you back. he basically abandoned everything, just for that one goal.

you wonder if anything else mattered to him.

tears fill your eyes, you can't help but let them flow freely. "zeke, you. . .selfish asshole."

"i hate you, i hate your guts. . .i really do hope you're burning in whatever hell you're in."

you don't really mean that. how could you, after everything?

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veil sits up in her bed, not even asleep. not like you expected her to magically fall asleep. "veil. . ." you lay a hand on her shoulder, sitting next to her. her bed dips at your added weight, you take a moment to look around her room, decorated with toys and unopened gifts from her last birthday. blankets and clothes made by hand for her by mrs. annelie.

she was blessed with people who loved her. who cared, who wanted to see her thrive. some aren't so lucky.

"here." you open your hand in her lap, revealing a small folded up old, thinning photo.

veil's eyes widen, the silver glint of her irises practically glow at the sight of the outdated family photo. a man, a woman, it seems and a little boy looking similar to herself. "that's zeke." you let her take it into her hands, pointing at the boy in particular.

"he's your papa." zeke's pale skin and glassy, platinum eyes are almost visible in the picture despite it not having much color. you remember it well, veil mirrors him to the t.

"and that's your grandpa. . ." a man with a prideful face, young and handsome.

veil nods at your every word, her own finger rubbing over dina's face. "is that grandma?" she asks, squinting to get a better look at the woman, her face fading due to the age of the picture.

it looks rough, many have held it but veil will be the one to keep it.

"yeah. . .i never got to meet her myself." you confess with a small laugh.

your arms instinctively wrap around veil, shuffling her into the comfort of your lap. rocking her gently, back and forth and feeling her body relax against yours as she stares at the photo.

"will i ever see papa?" she asks, her voice saddened; she already knows the answer.

"no,"

"but i'm sure if he were here. . .he'd love you. more than anything."

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[zekescherries]

⋆　monsterhunter!levi ackerman & werewolf!zeke yeager × reader

a/n﹕okay, let me slow down on all the levi and zeke stuff so i can write another character/duo. 😭

monsterhunter!levi & werewolf!zeke who are always at odds, the only reason why levi lets that "dog" come around is because you seem to enjoy his company. if it were up to him he'd have zeke's head.

werewolf!zeke who isn't violent at all, he's just a normal guy struggling to come to terms with the fact that he can turn into a werewolf. he can feel levi's eyes on him at all times but he ignores him, his attention always focused on you.

monsterhunter!levi who warns you about the dangers of a guy like zeke, a beast in disguise, levi is convinced that one day zeke will show his true colors and try and eat you or something. you think he's exaggerating.

monsterhunter!levi & werewolf!zeke who hate each other but work side by side when it comes to protecting you.

monsterhunter!levi who hates zeke's "little goons", that stupid witch yelena and that other annoying werewolf, reiner. zeke doesn’t seem to fancy witch!hange or vampire!erwin either.

werewolf!zeke who's always cuddled up next to you when you sit somewhere, this only further convinces levi that he's just a "common dog".

monsterhunter!levi & werewolf!zeke who both love you and don't intend on sharing.

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[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

"what's your name, little one?"

"veil."

"ah. . ." mrs. annelie's gentle hand reaches out, her slim fingers weaving through the soft waves of veil's blond strands. the girl almost looks like a doll, the older woman can't help but admire her.

"you look just like your father, with those. . ." she falters. "pretty eyes." as the woman speaks veil blinks, her words come as a confusing mishmash of speech to her.

annelie remembers that gaze all too well, first belonging to that man.

this time, it's softer. curious and innocent.

the wooden floorboards creak, announcing your presence before you can verbally. "mrs. . .annelie," a sigh escapes your lips. seeing her familiar face lifts a weight off your shoulders, weight you didn't even know you were holding onto. she steps forward, bringing you into a hug. one that reminds you of your late mother.

"how are you, dear?" she asks.

you chuckle, glancing down at veil who returns your numerous tired look. "i'm doing better." you answer truthfully.

grieving while being a single mother was a challenge, nothing could've prepared you for that.

"oh, sweetheart. . ." mrs. annelie's hand grifts over to your face, cupping your cheek in her hand. "you have people who will support you." you know she's right. "don't be afraid to ask for any help."

you didn't even know you needed that reassurance until now.

"thank you, i really do appreciate everything." you give her a slow nod.

the evening has passed and as you wave mrs. annelie goodbye veil stays by your side. now that you think of it, it's nearing her bedtime.

"ready for a bath, peach?" you ask, the nickname rolling off your tongue.

veil nods, watching you close the door. her clothes are a stained mess from the food she ate earlier. you scoop your little girl up, her hair brushing up against your chin.

stepping over toys and pieces of paper you make it to the bathroom. hopefully the water runs properly this time around, house appliance complications weren't rare; especially with how the world looked.

but for right now, you focus on the little gremlin whom you've grown to adore. even while she was still inside the womb.

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his lighter finally flashes, trying to catch a small flame. it's clicking is one of the only sounds in the room. when the cigarette is finally lit he brings it up to his lips.

maybe he should kick this habit, but not now.

his shoulders rise, then they fall and ease into a relaxed position while he exhales a cloud of smoke. "zeke," he turns around, the dim lamp providing you with light. enough light that his hair shines gold in your eyes.

you pat your lap, a gesture that tells him to lay his head in your lap. "making room for me, peach?" zeke crawls across his bed, the mattress dipping at his weight.

you smile, welcoming him with open arms. "of course. . ."

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the sun's warm ray shines on your back, you adjust, sitting up in your bed only to look over and see veil sleeping next to you. her bed is only a few steps away in the other room yet she finds comfort in sleeping in your bed.

"another one of those dreams. . ." you ponder for a moment, stretching your arms above your head. reoccurring dreams of the past haunt you. reminding you of what used to be.

what you could've still had if things had been different.

". . .mama," veil calls out to you, her voice a bit gruff, laced with tiredness. "i'm right here." you lay a hand on her head, petting her hair and bringing her close.

you feel yourself on the brink of tears, yet you shake the feeling off. not wanting veil to witness her mother in such a state. it's been so long since you've let yourself grieve, veil will never know her father. she'll never experience what it feels like to have her father at her side. your heart breaks for her.

"how about we visit uncle levi?"

veil nods, her head tucked into your shoulder.

"okay, mama."

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[zekescherries]

the world as zeke knew it pauses.

his heart beat quickens and at first he isn't sure how to react.

this man, this traitorous, angry man as he knew him stands right in front of him. distraught. that's the only way to describe his sorrowful expression. he looks like a shell of his former self, no longer angry. no longer the father zeke once knew.

no, he was replaced. or maybe he grew, just as everyone does.

zeke remembered growing, maybe physically but never mentally. always has he been stuck in that poor child's body, forced to watch the world eat him alive and strip him of his humanity.

of his joy, of his innocence.

never allowed to grow.

just something to be shaped, never to find his own mold in this world.

a boy, a son, a restorationist, a warrior, a fighter, a savior, a man.

just a man.

warmth spreads throughout zeke's torso, grisha embraces him. tight and firm, this time he doesn't let his son go.

his tears soak through zeke's coat, his hands tremble and his body burns. yet, despite heightening emotions zeke stops. even for a moment he just lets himself feel.

his father's embrace, his love. his heart almost explodes, tears swell up into his eyes. he doesn't try to make an effort to stop them from flowing.

"I wish. . .we could have spent more time together. . ."

how long has he waited to hear something like that?

"dad. . ."

"zeke, stop eren." his father begs.

a/n: this was taken from one of @persephozee's tags where she expressed wanting to see grisha and zeke's hug from zeke's perspective and this was my take.

[zekescherries]

more of random arrays of zeke headcanons

- grisha and dina sometimes took zeke to restorationist meetings, which he hated. he found them extremely boring.

- he's a picky eater, definitely.

- i do believe zeke gets female & male attention, i believe he just doesn’t know what to do with it. for example: "you're quite handsome, do you want to get to know each other better?" zeke will decline but say thank you for the compliment. his body language is tense though, he's super awkward. but that deserves a whole other array of headcanons.

- he draws sometimes, mainly when he's bored.

- zeke is really hairy, he doesn't necessarily have an interest in shaving unless it gets out of hand. and no, i'm not talking about what's in his pants.

- zeke hates when people stare at him, is there something on his face? either way he's mildly irritated now.

- he talks to himself, not all the time though.

[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕i have an ao3, which also has this. updates will be faster there. here's a link.

levi sits in his wheelchair, waiting at the stove, watching his uncooked meat sizzle in the hot pan. "veil, pass me the salt."

with his sleeves rolled up and his hand bandaged; covering his two amputated fingers, levi manages to cook without much assistance. in the corner of his still sightful eye, he can see veil walking. her small feet tapping against the harden wood floor.

she uses her stool to reach up into one of the tall cabinets, her hand searching for something her eyes can't see. though eventually, she grabs the right thing.

"thank you." levi takes the glass from her, a few shakes and their food is salted enough for his taste. even though he hasn't eaten any of it yet.

the young blond looks up at him despite the man not being that tall.

"you're welcome!" she chirps.

silence lingers on after.

"where does salt come from?"

levi pauses, he didn't expect to be asked any weird questions. really, he doesn't know the answer. most of the time he doesn't know the answers to her random questions.

she's smart for her age, only five yet already so articulate and curious.

the scarred ackerman doesn't respond right away and neither does he make eye contact with her, still facing the stove.

not like he could stare into those eyes again.

"not sure," is all levi says.

"does it come from the ocean, because me and mama went there once and the water was salty." she continues to ramble. "but why does it taste. . .sour?"

sour?

levi's expression falters, then does he finally turn around. lowering the temperature of the stove.

". . .you're an interesting kid, y'know that?" he wouldn't admit it aloud but he's grown to care for the girl. he watched her grow, she was placed into his arms at such an early age. confusion shook him when you introduced him to her.

he killed her father, he hated what he stood for, he hunted him down. he left you without a lover, veil, without a father. yet you never blamed him for any of it.

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it's been five years, by now you thought that you would feel somewhat numb.

but the guilt still eats at you, bit by bit. leaving you asking yourself if there was something that would've made him stay. you knew, as soon as he walked out that door. . .that trouble would follow.

zeke's head stone sits still, there wasn't even a body to bury. it lies without writing, the last thing you needed was someone finding it and potentially vandalizing it.

the world is still healing, the people are still praying; for a better future, for a better life.

the last thing people need to find out is that zeke yeager of all people is missed. not many know him, many aren't even alive to know him. yet he still lives on in the memories of others. as a comrade, a leader, a lover, a monster, a brute of a man, a father.

you won't tell veil about him, she's already at the age where she can notice that her family isn't full. her father is missing, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins.

all of them.

wiped out, just like that.

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[zekescherries]

ׅ ˙ zeke & vulnerability

zeke refuses to open up, what is there to open about anyway? he thinks it's pointless, so he doesn't even try. it's best that no one outside of the marleyan higher ups know anything too personal about him anyway.

getting zeke to open up while in a relationship with him is a bit challenging, he's not sure where to start, or if he even should start.

you feel it's best not to rush him, so after a while you just stop asking.

sometimes, zeke's thoughts keep him up at night. a weird mix between his continuous night terrors and darkening thoughts. though, he sees a light at the end of the tunnel; one that wasn't there before.

he was so sure that nobody in this world would ever be able to understand him or his pain, much less try to. not after mister ksaver's death. but you're relentless,

zeke loves you, that's for sure. but relationship dynamics confuse him.

it's only then does he wake you up in the middle of the night, lighting a small candle and laying his head in your lap.

his shell finally begins to crack.

a/n﹕something small compared to the levi one, i didn't want to make this one as long.

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[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕this chapter might seem a little lazy, because it's mostly dialogue. also ignore any spelling mistakes, i didn't reread this. 😞

"is it good?" levi asks, watching veil sit next to him at the table and eat.

"sour."

levi sighs, he didn't expect much from her. especially with the way he cooks. he lets his cold calloused hand just rest on top of her head for a minute. "just eat, okay? i'm not sending you back to your mother hungry." after a moment he retracts it, sitting up properly in his wheelchair.

"okay!" veil doesn't even protest, digging into her food, only pausing to blow on it.

the two sit in peace, enjoying their meal and each other's company. that is until veil jumps in her seat, the loud crash of a tree falling to the ground scaring her.

levi's eyes dart to the window, the stained glass showing a cloudy picture of a fallen tree, an axe lodged deep into its bark. "why'd they cut down that tree?" veil puts her plate down, arms stretched just above the table.

"who knows,"

"stay here. i'll be back."

veil sees levi off, watching him get up from his wheelchair and walk deeper into the house. she always thought of him as unable to walk but it seems as if he can, burdened only by a limp. veil can't shake her inquisitiveness. her eyes fixated on the window, although she can barely see through hot from this angle.

curiosity kills the cat, they say.

veil covers her eyes, the sun blinding her only temporarily. she squints, the far left lays the tree. it's not nearly as big as the crash made it seem.

a woman, as tall as any man, gold blond hair. like veil's own.

"um. . .excuse me?" veil's voice softens, a tinge of nervousness creeping up on her. she had never seen this woman before, yet here she was, so close to levi's house.

when she turns veil's platinum irises bore into the stranger's deep black eyes. they look so dead, so endless. until they don't.

"you. . ."

"ah . . ."

"no wonder she. . ."

a spark flares in this woman's eyes, as if she had seen something supernatural. something great.

"hello there." she purses her lips, a smirk creeping on her face. veil only waves, her face a bit off-putting.

"what's your name?" a question she so desperately needed an answer too.

"veil."

"veil, that's a. . .lovely name for such a lovely girl."

"i'm yelena." she introduces, her hand outstretched to the girl. it seemed as though yelena, this mysterious woman was adamant on making conversating with the girl now despite only just meeting her.

veil takes her hand, though small and shakes it.

curiosity kills the cat, they say

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[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

yelena brings veil close, whispering something in her ear even before she can ask her question.

"veil!"

levi's voice booms from afar, veil and yelena both turn to face the house. levi stands in the doorway, or at least, he tries to. leaning against the doorframe for support.

veil looks back at yelena, scattering to return to levi's side. "get away from her." though low, levi's voice is still heard.

it's been awhile since yelena saw him in such a state. weak, yet, still standing so precautionary. scarred face, eyes hauntingly dark, face as hardened and stoic as she last remembered.

"levi, we were in the middle of a conversation."

levi frowns, with veil standing behind him he wishes to censor himself. this man, once a soldier, named as the strongest. humanity's strongest. almost reverts to his old violent ways.

"leave." a simple word, not a request.

yelena feigns ignorance. her hands raised as if she's surrendering. "a simple conversation, levi."

the audacity of this woman.

levi remembers the nights where he and falco stayed up with you. reassuring you of the fear that this woman. . .might harm your child or worse indoctrinate her.

yelena's mere existence brought you pain and turmoil. you never knew what she was capable of just to prove that zeke was right and in-fact; a god.

levi wouldn't put it pass her, a psychopath, a human devoid of empathy and whom flourishes in the suffering and pain of others. yelena sighs, her big eyes focused on veil, she's not surprised that the girl is a tad frightened.

"i'll leave, but you'll have to explain to gabi and falco why this work was left undone." it's almost unnerving she looks.

but nonetheless she packs up her things and leaves, a bucket of seeds left unplanted and a tree chopped down, left unattended to.

". . .uncle levi?"

"promise me you'll never talk to her again."

veil nods, watching as yelena walks off into the distance. "i promise."

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when the sun sets into night you finally find the energy to pick yourself up, having had enough of sobbing at zeke's "grave".

that's when you remember; you almost forgot to pick veil up.

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"sorry i'm late, levi." you gather veil's bag, wrapping your arms around the girl's shoulders in a semi-tight hug.

levi shakes his head, his face unbothered. "it's fine, she ate and everything."

"we just had. . .some trouble."

you wait for levi to elaborate, but he doesn't. "what kind?"

"yelena came around," levi chops the situation up, not wanting to worry you with the whole truth of the matter. nonetheless your reaction is still shock, worry and panic. subconsciously making you hug veil closer.

it's silent and nobody knows what to say until veil peaks her head out from under your arm. "mama."

"what's wrong. . .?" you try your best not to sound too on edge.

"who's zeke?"

levi gives you a worried glance, you definitely didn't want her to know.

"no one, nobody important."

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