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jjkeremika · 5 months

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AoT men confess their love for you

i.e., how i think they’d tell you they love you

reader x Eren, Jean, Armin, Reiner, Porco, Erwin, Levi, Zeke, Bertoldt

*unspecified gender reader*

Eren - blurts it out during sex and you can’t convince me otherwise

You and Eren weren’t really dating, per se… more like… hooking up behind your best friend’s back. The fact that Mikasa was his sister and your best friend was enough to keep both your urges at bay for a few months, but when she left for summer camp and he stayed behind, leaving just you two to keep each other company… well… things took on a life of their own.

So for the whole summer you and Eren gallivanted around the districts over, going on unlabelled dates and hiding from those (Armin, Jean) who just might tell Mikasa about the tryst, because maybe telling her was just too fast or too complicated for the easy and noncommittal situationship.

Which felt like exactly that… until you were bouncing on his cock in the back of his car, his mouth attached to your neck and your fingers curled in his hair. He thrusted upwards, evoking a loud moan from you, when Eren suddenly blurted out, “I think I love you,” with a hearty breath, his hips never stuttering as he kept the motion, his mouth compensating for the words by pressing to your neck.

Maybe it was time to call your best friend.

Jean - it slips out and he tries to deflect it but you already knew

You met Jean during volunteer community service, where you and the awkwardly-tall brunette would leisurely walk around the districts and collect litter. The first day everyone was set off in pairs, you two randomly assigned to wander the same district, and you both actively decided to group together every time after that.

Your conversations were rarely of any importance, mostly letting it serve as either a way to pass time or to express feelings and opinions about people the other doesn't know. At first, he talked an awfully lot about some woman who you weren't sure from his stories if she even knew he existed. Over the months of service together, he stopped bringing her up and started talking about this other person of interest instead.

His cheeks and ears turned bright pink whenever you'd ask about how he met this person, usually providing some vague and nondeterministic answer that honestly left you more confused than before. Some stuttered-out answers and a few too-similar-to-your-own interests later, you had a deep suspicion and debated how to delve it out of him.

It wasn't very hard. One week before the holiday break you two were wandering around, discussing future plans with friends and family for the upcoming holiday. "Are you excited for the break?" you asked, nudging his side with your elbow. "Huh?" he responded curiously, "Oh, I... Yeah, I guess." You snorted in response, "Sounds like it. C'mon, the holiday is a time for being with your love ones! Isn't that exciting?"

"But I only see them not on break, during volunteerin--" It was almost like he'd forgotten who he was speaking to, and his entire face erupted in various shades of pinks and reds, maybe even a light purple from the lack of breathing. He was internally kicking himself, berating himself for being so loose and stupid around you, for always struggling to think around you. He was oblivious to the smile on your face. "I, uh, because, I... love volunteering... so much."

Armin - tells you he's in love with you because you've changed his life (he’s poetic without meaning to be)

Armin was unusual from other men you’ve dated. Height aside, he was very in touch with his emotions, intelligent, and capable; but he tormented himself with baseless insecurities and unfounded truths until all of his perks were equally weighed down by his shortcomings. He’d bring himself down until he was impossibly low, until his opinion of himself couldn’t get lower.

He was depressed when you first met, his friends warning you that maybe it was beyond you, that it wasn’t your responsibility anyway. You knew that, of course, but it was Armin, and it’s difficult to watch sunshine be forced behind endless seas of clouds. So you’d remind him as much as possible to be kinder to himself, to speak to himself positively since he’s the only one who he will spend forever with.

It wasn’t a surprise when your relationship advanced; the effort and care you put in him nurtured feelings beyond friendship. The warmth spread inside him like a wildfire from a lit match in dry brush, and he found himself favoring you over any form of logic or reason.

It was a random weekday when he pulled you aside, trying to make time for a brief 5 minute date between lessons. He seemed nervous, which wasn’t necessarily odd, but he’d become significantly more comfortable around you over the years. “I, uh,” he started unsurely, hesitantly, “You mean so much to me. I can't imagine this life without you. I..." He crossed his forearm over his stomach as he anchored his shaky hand on the inside of his other arm's elbow, holding it tightly to stop his body from shaking as he angelically stared into your eyes. "I’m in love with you. And I don’t mean that poetically or sexually or theoretically or logically or figuratively or ideologically or any of that. I mean it literally. I am in love with you.”

Reiner - tried to act like he didn’t care but he was really invested in your response

You had been casually dating around when you first met Reiner, the tall bulky blond with the bordering-arrogant demeanor having approached you at the bar while your date was in the bathroom. He had a confident smirk plastered across his cheeks as he said, “You know, my wallet has been itching to buy the most stunning person in this room a drink, and, well, I think I’ve found them.”

It shouldn’t have worked but you’d had a few drinks already and a new heat burned in your abdomen and he was significantly more attractive than your current date, so you accepted his invitation to buy you a new drink and take the seat. A second first date of the night, completed with a quick fuck in the bathroom and at home.

Your relationship progressed smoothly from then on, with a heavy positive emphasis in the bedroom. And while neither of you ever clarified the relationship and asked if it was official, your eyes and lips and privates were so glued to each other there was no peripheral for any one else. Which was why, while Reiner never explicitly stated how he felt for you aside from daily comments--"My god, baby, you are so sexy,"; "Mmf, you make me feel too fucking good, darlin', fuck,"; "Sexiest person alive, yeah. you already know I'm speaking about you and your smart sexy ass,"--you were never really that worried anyway.

So when you two were laying on your backs in the bed, side-by-side, chest heaving to catch your breaths, and the words slipped from his mouth post-coitus, "Fuck, darlin', I love you," you were shocked, and a, "What did you say?" slipped from your mouth before you could process. He bit the inside of his lip and felt a nervous weightlessness erupt in his stomach. Reiner shrugged and sat upright, blocking his face from your view with his back. "Huh? Didn't hear me?" Reiner asked, forcing his voice to remain confident and steady, and turned to look at you briefly before stirring to stand up. He shrugged, the inside of his cheek rough and chewed up like a dog-toy. "I just said I love you. It's not a... big deal."

Porco - says it like a joke so you aren’t totally sure if he means it

Galliard was your best guy friend, joining you anywhere you didn’t want to go alone and cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He was really good at that, making you laugh, and he couldn’t deny that the sound was like music to his ears, magical notes strung together to create the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.

It was exactly because of how close you two were that both of you feared doing exactly what you wanted the other to do—make the first move. And because it was the other one, every flirty touch or suggestive comments were stripped of all intention, because there’s just no way the best friend would ever be into them too. Instead, it was personally replaced with sarcastic or playful undertones and purposeful reminders of feelings that didn’t exist.

You had convinced him to go to the lake with you, which your friends conveniently bailed on so that it really was just you two. Porco had hopped into your kayak from the dock, taking you by surprise and fearing a capsize. “Porco!” you screamed, giggling, holding onto the edge of the kayak, “What’s wrong with your own kayak? Desperately trying to get close to me?”

You watched the adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed intently, like he was carefully choosing when to breathe and what to say. “Haha, yeah,” he settled on, forcing himself to chuckle lightly, his voice littered with nuanced feelings he couldn’t bring himself to say confidently, “because I’m definitely in love with you…” You noticed Porco’s lack of eye contact, that he was now looking far off into the distance. “Or something like that,” he joked nervously, wiping his sweaty palms against his thighs as he sat down behind you, hoping you couldn’t see through his charade.

Erwin (age gap) - planned it out but everything didn’t go to plan

After six months together, Erwin already knew how strongly he felt towards you. You were everything he could’ve hoped for and everything he’d waited for. He already knew he wanted you as his future spouse (eventually, he knew you weren’t ready to marry). And so he wanted the moment he told you how he felt to be special to you, to be as special as you were to him.

Erwin had your six-month anniversary date planned out to the T: first, a leisurely walk around the park; second, a quick stop at a couple of your favorite shops nearby to browse and buy you a gift (or gifts, really, he’d buy whatever you wanted); third, stop in at the new bistro you’ve been dying to try—“Ooh, Winnie, look, look! We have to go there!”; fourth, walk around and watch the stars until your feet were sore and he could carry you home.

A sudden rainstorm ruined the walk, forcing both of you to run for cover under some trees for quite some time until it passed. Once the rain finally stopped, it was too close to the dinner reservation time to stop in at the shops, and he shuttled you to the bistro. You were both sat next to a loud family with screaming children, barely able to hear the other speak the entire time, staring at each other with morose smiles while munching on mediocre food. The stars hid behind thick dark clouds as you both walked home, and Erwin felt too defeated to ask to carry you because you were finally enjoying that brisk walk.

At your doorstep, when he profusely apologized for ruining your anniversary date—“Ernie, seriously? Stop apologizing! You can’t control the weather! And the restaurant was my idea anyway.” The frown lines on his face deepened and twisted in morose. “No, that’s not…” he sighed, upset that nothing had gone to plan, “I wanted everything to be the perfect night for my perfect person, a wonderful night solely for the one I love…” he added in a whisper, “…and I messed it all up.”

Inviting him felt like the only way to reverse his thoughts, to make him realize that, despite everything he considered so wrong, it was all so correctly wrong to you it may as well have been perfect.

Levi - thinks it should be obvious since he’s still with you

It was about subtlety when dating Levi. At least, that’s what you’d figured out in the year you’ve been together. His face was relatively expressionless, so you’d learned to read his body language, but you honestly worried you’d never be fluent, because you still questioned the presence or validity of his feelings for you on some days.

He said it once, that he felt deeply for you on the day he asked you out. He repeated it on your six-month anniversary, when you asked if he still felt that way and he answered with a monotoned, “Well, yeah. Obviously. I thought it was implied since we’re together and all.”

Your favorite version of him was when he was sleepy, when he was too tired to keep his protective walls up, because he was cuddly and cozy and craved nothing but your presence and warmth and actively showered you with soft kisses.

It was when his guard was down like this that you asked him, on your one-year, if he still felt the same—shielding the fear of his answer by joking that you’ll ask him every six months—and he rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around you, kissing your cheek, and muttering, “Yes, love, and I’ll give you the same answer six months, six years, and six centuries from now.”

Zeke - writes you a love letter (unlike armin he tries to be poetic)

Zeke was into you well before you even started to reciprocate those feelings. There was something so enigmatic about you, a light airy aura that made him feel buoyant, that unchained him from the burden of his father’s wants and wishes. In his eyes, you saved him.

For a debt he felt he could never repay, he always brought you flowers and sweets and gifts; he wrote long poems detailing that your beauty was beyond all beholders, that you put the sun to shame, that you were the spark to start his supernova; he sent you good morning beautiful and sweet dreams baby texts, hoping you started and ended your day with a smile.

After a couple months of exclusive dating, he wrote you a love letter, expressing the extent of what you meant to him—the burning shape of you etched permanently in his heart—, handing it to you with a deep red stretched across his face and asking you to read it privately, to share it with no one.

My dearest beloved, I write as I know my tongue will fail me, reminiscent of all previous attempts where my lips part and only whimsy air escapes. Remember those moments, my dear? How you'd don a concerned expression and question me in my flustered state. Oh, how futile the intention feels when my spiritual body abandons me, rendering my physical body utterly useless in translation as my stoic invulnerability precedes me. Oh, how I yearn for you the way broken skin stitches itself back together, the way fibers of a wire stretch to hold on, to come together and remain as one. Oh, how you complete me the manner punctuation consummates these phrases, embedding the lines with a flourish no words could elicit. All your self-proclaimed flaws are null to the universe, your soul culminating as the true embodiment of pure perfection with flavorful cracks in the profile, cracks that you've offered to my pitiful soul, pristine ledges to hold on to as humanity crumbles from your grace. Oh, how if what you provide me with is god-like pity, how I want nothing more than for that bliss to fuel my burning heart, to further engulf my being with this feverish love, to only be quenched by your will.

Bertoldt - he’s shy, so his friends tell you for him

Look, really, no offense to Bertoldt, but, well, he never said a word. Which, like, what the hell? You could tell—or rather, you were pretty sure—he was into you by the way he tensed up when you were around, by the longing glances he’d cast your direction when you were nearby.

Holding conversations was difficult in an endearing way, because he was shy—painfully shy—around you, making small comments with a smile and pink cheeks, stuttering out small compliments and avoiding eye contact like he’d crossed a line (honestly you wished he’d crossed more).

You were starting to lose hope after months of talking led to little improvements, him still awkward around you, still not telling you how he really feels, if he likes you in that way. And like, how could you really be sure that he did if his hints were shit?

One day you receive a video message from Reiner, in it depicting Bertoldt and Porco sitting on a leather couch and talking—well, Porco wasn’t. Bertoldt was talking. A lot. About you. Talking about how you make him so nervous he freezes, how he finds you so attractive his body doesn’t know how to react, how he gets goosebumps on his neck at just the sound of your voice, how the secret love he had for you took up so much volume in his throat he couldn’t even speak or breathe near you.

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kachll · 16 days

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Fanart by me! Please check out the fanfiction I’ve been working on. (:

Audio book (WIP)

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kimasousparky · 7 months

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104th cadet corps

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #bertoldt hoover #reiner braun #annie leonhart #connie springer #jean kirstein #sasha braus #marco bodt #krista lenz #historia reiss #ymir aot #doodle #it's apparently 104th cadet corps day so i doodled squishes

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medli-komali · 1 year

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AOT Characters as Babies Headcanons:

Inspired by the baby official art just posted!

Eren - breaks every single toy which doesn't make a lot of sense since he's actually an infant?

Mikasa - perfect angel until you take away her blankie (scarf). Then WATCH OUT.

Armin - will not stop crying when you leave the room until you come cuddle him, and how could you not?

Jean - cries the second you give another human, animal, or object your attention

Levi - never cries to the point it's a little concerning

Erwin - stubborn but other than that PERFECT angel baby who sleeps through the night and never fusses

Hange - starts walking and talking at an alarmingly young age

Reiner - superhuman strength for a tiny infant, cannot be contained

Sasha - hungry 24/7, obviously. Nursing mom watch out, she's going to bite your nipple HARD.

Connie - the most giggly baby you've ever met who will not stop babbling

Annie - perfectly content on her own, only lets you hold her for one minute until she's scrambling to get the heck out of there

Bertoldt - growing VERY quickly but thankfully he's very chill and quiet

Floch - so horrible to live with that you can't keep a sitter, and he's not even a toddler yet. God help you

Pieck - crawls at the speed of light, you look up and she's across the room in 0.5 seconds

Porco - this baby is mean mugging 24/7

Falco - perfectly well behaved but VERY nimble

Colt - also well behaved, being around his family calms him down instantly

Gabi - you have yet to find a crib, carrier, or play set that can contain her. Do not let this baby out of your sight.

Historia - you have to fight off people telling you how pretty your baby is when you go into public. The child could be a baby food model.

Ymir - cries the second a man gets within 10 feet of her

Marco - the most perfect baby to ever exist. Sleeps through the night. Lives for cuddles. Smile makes you melt.

Onyankopon - never before has a baby been so mesmerized by "here comes the plane"

Hitch - sleeps through the night but will NOT shut up once she's awake. Expect a LOT of tantrums but also a lot of giggle fits.

Zeke - he will throw absolutely EVERYTHING at you, food, toys, blanket, you name it. Dinner time is always a mess.

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myshonokk · 4 months

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#snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #bertolt hoover #bertoldt hoover #reiner braun #aot reiner #aot bertholdt #digital art #small artist #bertholdt hoover #bertholt hoover #как писать его имя вообще

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cotzucen · 4 months

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Confessions at sunset

Bertholdt x fem!reader

a/n: Almost cried while making this, bertholdt has such a special place in my heart ilhsm

warnings: slight angst-fluff-heavier angst, (safe for angst dislikers like me), sfw, sort of ooc? Things go from 0 to 100 fast and like rereading this he's a bit ooc so sorry if it bothers you! 😭

"And this one means longevity..." I traced the small line that crossed the top of his palm, ending as quick as it started. "Looks like you won't be living a long life." I playfully smiled, but when I turned around to look up at him, my smile faltered.

We were seated by the ledge of the cabin, my legs hanging off and his, firmly set on the ground. He was leaning back, hand supporting him. I say hand because his other was firmly grasped by mine, my fingers taking the chance to trace every plunge and curve of his palm.

"Bertholdt?" His face was stuck in place, brows un-furrowing at my call of his name. I blinked a few times, trying to erase the uneasiness by focusing my gaze on his palm, which started to curl inwards.

"Oh would you look at that..." He shuffled his head above my shoulder, as I showed him my right hand. "Mine is long." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, I coughed.

"And.. Uhm.." I took his left hand, placing my right on his pinky side, "The gaps.. we have the same gaps." his short line connected and continued onto mine, that stretched farther and darker than his.

"About the longevity thing.. I made it up.." I pursed my lips in an akward smile that he luckily, couldn't see. "My mom didn't teach me nearly as much as I told you she did." I noted how much warmer his palm was, and brought my other hand to hold his with.

"She didn't excatly.. live long enough for that. You know, with the whole collosal breaching the wall stuff.." I murmured out, looking at the spaces between our three defining lines. Furrowing my brows in thought.

What I didn't know, is that he did the same. What I didn't feel, was him tensing up, the way his teeth clenched. His right hand was placed by his knee, balled up, as his left one was held, trembling ever so slightly more than seconds ago.

"I'm sorry if I brought up any bad memories.. I tend to talk without thinking and–"

"It's okay."

Bertholdt wasn't the type to start things. He wasn't one to meddle in them, wasn't the type to end them either. He was an important piece that only had ears, it seemed like. Maybe that's what made him stand out to me.

I felt him nudge me softly as I sprung back to reality, a small smile and string of 'sorrys' leaving me with a turn to his attentive face.

"The space.. Between the lines." He muttered, eyes skimming over me. "You talked about them, what did you want to say?"

I looked at our hands. "Oh! It means heartbreak. The farther the lines are from eachother.. Signifies heartbreak." My tone died out as I finished the sentence, ending flatly, a silence ensuing.

Bertholdt's hand interlocked with mine, a small, breathy, shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Then I hope your mom's readings are wrong." My head turned to right, and I was met with his pink face averting mine. "Sorry."

Though.. I didn't get a good look. I turned away quickly too. "Don't be... I don't really believe in her readings. They've been proven false... Many times."

I kissed my teeth, remembering how she'd talk about what her life had in store for her. She was right. Life had one hell of a surprise for her. I wasn't sure she liked it though.

Bertholdt hummed, watching me as I let go of his hand, deciding bring myself in and hold on my legs.

"Only a fool would break your heart anyways." He murmured, but I heard him.

"I don't care about mine." I murmured back, but he heard me. He paused, and he stared at me. Well I didn't see him but god did I feel it.

"I.." I closed my eyes with a sigh, hoping he didn't notice the goosebumps on my arms. "How are you and Annie going? You manage to finally woo her?"

Silence ensued. I didn't want to turn around.. to look at him, though that pink face was nice to look at... It was a fluke. Only one person can make him blush like that.

It was still quiet. Did he not hear me? "H-"

My words got lodged in my throat as I felt his hand slither around my waist, pulling me back, next to him.. Also a bit closer. "I can't see your face if I'm behind you." My heart pumped, thundering against my ears.

"Did.. D-Did you hear my question?" I cringed at my stutter but he didn't make much of deal about it. I looked at him from the corners of my eye, but his face was pretty blurry. It faced down, away from me... It was hard to decipher his expression.

He was hard to decipher.

"I did."

I looked down. "Then why didn't you answer?"

"What were you going to say? Before you mentioned Annie." His tone was firm, unusual, but still overwhelmingly him.

"I'm not sure.. Forget about that just–"

"Please?"

His plea shut me up. And I only realised how frustrated I was when I felt a tear land on my thigh, another on my hand, that I fisted harder than what was considered to be normal.

His thumb wiped the tear off my knuckles, shuffled to face me.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head, averting my eyes as he wiped the tears off my face, sliding his worn, thumbs under my eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was a tender, a barely heard apology. He didn't do anything wrong. Loving someone else wasn't a crime. I wanted to tell him. But the look on his face made me doubt that's what he was talking about.

It's not like I knew, anyway.

"You shouldn't be... I'm being dumb." I smiled and took his hands, placing them down infront of us. "I don't want your heart to get broken, because I know how it feels like, and it feels like shit." I paused. "That's what I was going to say."

"The present."

"Huh—"

"You spoke in the present."

He was an important piece that only had ears.

"Yeah. I guess I did." It was tiring, keeping secrets from him. I didn't want him to know the hold he had on me but what was I to do when he noticed how I bended at his every word.

I let go of his hand and looked back infront of us, to the field where we stood in line and first met eachother. Well, first met Shadis. I still remember the beat down he gave me. Verbal of course, but it still felt very physical.

"Who's the guy?"

"You don't want to know." It was a sign for him to drop the subject. But it seemed like he just didn't want to.

"Why is that?"

I froze and turned my head, he stared down at the ground, not even lifting his head up for a second. I needed to find an excuse.

"You won't like him."

"Who is he?"

I didn't want to lash out, or raise my voice, but it was getting hard to stay patient with his constant prodding. He knew he was prying, but maybe he just didn't care. Maybe the answer was just that important.

"I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"For fucks sake Hoover—Why won't you just drop it?" I didn't yell, my voice stayed the same, but my tone was a bit harsher than I meant it to be. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Because I like you."

My words jumbled up together and flew out my mouth without being pronouced, giving place to my gaping jaw. I closed it quickly, and it opened it again, coughing up a small fit.

"What." It didn't sound like a question. It wasn't. Didn't stop him from responding.

"I like you."

"Say it again." I was the one to move from my spot, and turn to look at him this time. He was the one to avoid my gaze, clenching his fists while staring at the ground, face oddly blank.

"I like you." He was a bit louder with each reiteration of the short sentence, like he was confirming it for himself as much as me.

"Again."

"I like you."

"Just one m—"

"Are you toying with me, Y/n?"

His glare transfered over to me, and I flinched, but in seeing that, he didn't hold it long. "Please don't. Please don't do that." A crack in his voice struck something within me.

"I'm not!" I rushed out, choosing my next words carefully.

"I like you. I'm in love with you. I like you romantically and I thought you liked Annie so that's why I lashed out earlier–and by the way, sorry about tha—"

"What." I focused on his face, and for once I could discern something. Confusion, mixed with shock, and... Something else.

"I thought you like Annie, so I lashe–"

He shook his head. "No.. The liking me part. Can you say it again?" His face was yet again, neutral, but his eyes held hope.

"No." His lips twitched to say something, but I cut him off with mine. On his.

I felt a push and I backed away, eyes wide. "Shit I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bertholdt I thought–I should've—"

He placed his hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, leaning in again to kiss me. It was a juvenile, quick, short, and confused kiss. A test, an introduction, the first kiss.

But then we kissed again, and it was longer, softer, deeper. And then again; we got warmer, and we took our time, breaking apart every few seconds to breathe and reconnect. We stopped, eventually. My lips tingled, like the butterflies that inhabited my stomach flew and landed on my lips,

as weird as that sounds.

His lips were swollen. Red, warm to the touch–I assumed. His cheeks were in the same boat. The tips of his ears as well. A couple seconds passed and I realized that his eyes were aswell. Tears starting to spill out, they were becoming red and puffy.

My hands stuttered and I brought his head to my shoulder, propping myself on my knees so that his back wouldn't ache.

Soft, almost soundless sobs left him, my shoulder getting damp. His hands clutched my white button down as he continued to cry, and I started to smile.

"Are you that happy?" It was presumptious of me to assume that he was crying of joy, but I pressed my lips shut and cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears like he did me.

"I'm... sorry." His voice whispered, and it wavered, and it might've been the weakest I've ever heard him. I leaned in and left a kiss on his forehead, nervously smiling.

"It's okay."

This didn't seem to satisfy him, as he looked to the ground. His soulders slumping forward, and hands clenching and opening up repetedly.

"I'm... Really, sorry. I'm sorry—I'm so, sorry.." It was like a chant that he repeated, each one quieter than the last. His body leaned into me, facing the floor. He was tired. Like he was bearing the whole world on his shoulders.

Something felt off with his apologies. Like they weren't for me. But if they weren't, who would they be for?

No, that wasn't the right question. I rested my chin on his head, and thread my hands through his hair, gently patting the unruly parts down.

The question, was what were they for. He hadn't done anything wrong. Yet he continued apologizing, under his breath. He paused.

You were right earlier, that he didn't want to know. He shouldn't have pushed it.

"Please... Don't hate me."

#cotzucen #drabble #light angst #aot x reader #aot #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover #bertholdt fubar #aot bertholdt #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reader insert #fluff #feelings #love #bertolt hoover #bertoldt x reader #bertoldt hoover

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astraeusasta · 4 months

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Never Meant To Be

Reiner Braun x Reader

You are a member of the scout regiment along with the rest of the main cast. Both Ymir and Annie have been confirmed Titans. Now Reiner and Bertholdt have become suspects of Titans too. You were with them all around the table to discuss this. However, you weren't having any of it. You are in love with Reiner and believes he feels the same.

CW: Mentions of delusion, Mentions of violence, Rejection. Tags: Mega angst, Unrequited love. Word Count: 1.9k words

Listening to the words of Armin Arlert made you quiver in a fear you’ve never known before. Denial filling your veins as you listened to his delusions. Reiner and Bertholdt could be the Colossal and Armored Titan? He was lying he had to be, based on such little evidence. Heck, we had more evidence for the female titan being Annie. You glared daggers into Armin, you’d always been skeptical of his remarkable deduction methods. Though, a certain captain seemed to pick up on the heat of your gaze and gave you a puzzled look.

“You seem to be unimpressed with Arlerts assumptions, do you have anything to say?” Though it came off as a question, you knew he wasn’t just asking you. He was demanding you to say what was on your mind. To be honest, there was a lot. You were rather close with Reiner, Bertholdt not so much. He was someone dear to you. You’d always be able to laugh with him, be yourself and he never judged. Though he looked tough, to you he was a large teddy bear who just put up a stoic front. You had grown to be extremely fond of the man who brought comfort and happiness to your days. You confided your life story to him, he knew everything about you. To the rest of the squad he played an older brother role, protective and kind while also being able to tease and joke. You couldn’t help but be skeptical of Armin’s skeptics of the two.

“I believe Arlerts assumptions are too far-fetched to do an investigation like we had done with Annie. We don’t have any definitive proof other than the titans look like them. Just because they came from the same place as Annie doesn’t mean they are associated with her, they barely even talked to her. By this logic, Armin and Mikasa could be titans too.” You spoke with confidence though after a moment, covering your mouth as you processed your final statement. Realizing how harsh you had come across, your emotions being thrown wild. Captain Levi took your statement wholeheartedly, awaiting for Armins response. All eyes fell on him, and yours were saying something different to the rest. Armin began to formulate his response, a little staggered at first. “I understand my logic here could be far-fetched and overall a little insane. But it had to be someone who saw Eren transform the first time. I just suggest we be cautious around them, and if it’s not too much to ask. ___, you’re close with Reiner. Right?” Hearing the final words of Armin’s response to you, your face softened before returning to its original angry state. You had an idea of what he was about to ask you, and honestly. You weren’t impressed. “I am yes.” You played along anyways, letting him say it out right. “He seems to trust you more than the rest of us and it’d be helpful if you could gather some extra information. Perhaps you don’t even have to ask questions, just be on the lookout for suspicious behaviors.” Your face angered more and everyone in the room seemed to be aware of the growing rage. You took a deep breath before responding to him, standing up from your seat.

“If anything suspicious happens, I’d be happy to inform you. But until you have solid evidence that it’s Reiner or Bertholdt. I want nothing to do with whatever you’re planning, if anything at all. I will not betray the trust of my friends over a hunch.” Then you proceeded to leave the room, you wanted no part in their dumb plans. If they had anything planned at all. You weren’t going to watch your friends be falsely accused and possibly imprisoned over Armin’s hunch. Even if his hunches were usually correct, there was no possibility that Reiner would lie to you like that. You had no doubt. You didn’t plan to tell Reiner or Bertholdt of the scouts suspicions of them - you understood that you would also be betraying Armin and the rest of the scouts trusts if you were to do that. So instead you went to let off some steam. Walking towards a tree around the scout headquarters. Reiner and the others were bound to be heading home soon from their adventures beyond Wall Rose. You planned to meet them.

Though that plan was cut short when you were sent on a rescue mission for them, worry filled your mind as you raced towards the area. Upon arrival, you noticed the saddened look on Reiners face - a face of loss and betrayal. One you recognized very well after being in the scouts for so long. You rushed towards the tall duo, noticing the look on Reiners face softened. “Are you both alright?” You scanned over their bodies before noticing Reiner’s arm, you looked straight up at him. Worry plastering your expression. His face turned to the side, shame and embarrassment clouding his eyes. “Your arm…” You reached out to touch it, gently laying your hand over the cloth that held it up and kept it secure. “I’m fine…____. I promise.” He spoke lightly, his face softened more as he looked at you. Before Bertholdt nudged him a little harshly, Reiner's soft expressions crackled into a bit of anger. He changed his line of sight to someone behind you, you followed his gaze as it landed on Ymir. Confusion clouded you, why were they angry at Ymir? Well it didn’t take you long to figure out after taking your horses back to the walls. The two boys explained everything to you. Ymir was a titan. Not the colossal or armored, but a titan. Another betrayal to add to the roster that seemed to be following the one hundred and fourth cadets.

You rubbed your temples after finally getting on top of the wall. Closing your eyes to process the recent times. The recent betrayals and discussions of it. Your eyes turned to look down from the wall, at the tall blonde who was being pulled up. Once he reached the top, you wanted to talk to him privately. So you tapped him and nodded your head in the direction of a space far enough away from everyone so that they couldn’t hear. After everything that had happened recently, you realized how much you liked Reiner, how much joy he truly brought you. The fear of losing him to someone else or to something else was weighing on your conscience. You had to tell him how you felt. “What’s wrong?” He asked you, looking directly at you with a light worry. You shook your head at him, looking directly into his eyes. “Nothing bad, don’t worry. It’s a bit difficult to say so give me a minute to wrap my head around it.” He nodded, giving you your time to gather your words and formulate what you wanted to say - He was always patient with you.

“Reiner, we’ve known each other for almost three years now. Even from the beginning you were always kind to me. You understood me and were patient. You still are and still do, or at least I believe so. I know right now emotions and adrenaline are high and you are probably still recovering mentally. But I couldn’t wait any longer and you don’t have to give me an answer now.” His face saddened at your proclamation, at your confession. However, you continued to speak. “Reiner Braun, what I am trying to say is that I like you. In a romantic sense. Again I don’t expect an answer now or ever if you don’t feel the same.” Then you looked up at him, fear struck his expression. Fear, shock and sadness. You were confused, utterly and dearly. You couldn’t say anything as you watched him. His eyes looked far away from you and towards his friend, Bertholdt. Then slowly, back towards you.

“I’m sorry..____. I can’t like you in that way. I appreciate you and you’re a dear friend. However, I do not wish to harm our friendship like that.” His words sounded insincere, his words sounded distant and cold. He averted his gaze once more before simply walking away. He didn’t look back at you. You stared blankly, feeling the trickle of something warm falling down your cheek. Heart sinking in your chest. You felt ill, sick to the stomach. You sat down on a nearby crate. Head in your hands trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to leak from your eyes. Suddenly, there was a call to head back to the headquarters. You headed and wiped your eyes. Pulling your hood over your head and beginning the walk back. You didn’t want to be near anyone so you walked alone. Lost in your own thoughts.

Until you heard commotion from behind you. Bertholdt shouted to Reiner about going home to their hometown. Finishing their mission and returning home. “I’ve been here too long, for my own good..” You could hear him say, scratching at his words as his voice became hoarse. Like he was in pain and longing for help. “It’s been three long years. We were just kids…we didn’t know anything. If only I never knew there were people like this.” His gaze fell upon you, before he looked away and began to remove the sling on his arm. “I…I wouldn’t have become such a half-arsed piece of shit! It’s too late now, I don’t know what’s right anymore. But the only choice for me now is to face the consequences of my actions.” His arm began to heal itself. At that moment, your entire body froze. Watching as the man you just poured your heart out revealed his true identity to you. The monster he truly was. “And as a warrior. Fulfill my duty to the very end!” He looked around at the audience that now watched his every move. Bertholdt looked at him with an almost fiery passion in his eyes. “We’re doing this? Right here, right now?!” He shouted. Reiner nodded and looked back at him. “Yeah. We’re ending this. NOW!” He screamed. As you all stared in utmost fear and betrayal as the scene poured out. Reiner begins to walk away. Mikasa sprung into action; cutting off Reiner’s hand and impaling his other with the blade. While also slicing Bertholdt’s neck, almost slitting his throat.

“EREN GET OUT OF THERE!!” You heard Armin shout as the yellow sparks and lightning came tumbling down onto the two of them, smoke filled the area. The colossal and armored Titan were now in view, Eren and Ymir within their grasp. You stood with your hands over your mouth, stomach churning and legs growing weak. Before long, you felt the cold wall hit your legs. Everyone else had begun to react yet you stayed put. Unable to process all that had just happened. That’s why he couldn’t love you right? All this time you’d fallen for a traitor. Someone who simply wanted to wipe you out. You felt your body jerk forward, sharply you swallowed to keep yourself from upchucking your breakfast. A sudden weight on your shoulder joined you back in with reality. Away from the venom your mind seemed to be implanting. As you looked over, you saw the kind face of Armin. You doubted him, why did you do that? Why did you doubt him? You looked up at him, tears clouding your eyes. What were you thinking?

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