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dreamauri · 8 months

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‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part twelve !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . this part of your life is called: healing <3 ) ┊ genre . . . fluff ) ╰╮ warning . . . google translated german )

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2013 — somewhere in France

You flicked the visor up, nodding in thanks as the steward handed you the trophy. "félicitations, seventeen. C'était une belle performance aujourd'hui" [congratulations, seventeen. That was a beautiful performance today] He clapped your back, standing beside you for the photographer to take his shot before moving onto Max in second place, then Charles in fourth.

You go back to your little station once the trophy giving is over. Gathering your stuff, you couldn't help but overhear the shouting between the Verstappens a few tents away. And you did what any person did. You watched Jos fuss around in Dutch before ultimately stomping away.

Max looked down at his feet defeated, angry tears in his eyes as he looked around for the things he had to pack. [you need help] He looked back to see your figure standing at the entrance.

He didn't say a word, watching you silently. You were the reason he got the scolding after all. Jos wasn't pleased that his son lost to a girl.

"Ich bin mit dem Packen meiner Sachen fertig und dachte, du brauchst die zusätzlichen Hände." [i finished packing my stuff, i thought you'd need the extra hands] You offered gently, taking a step in. Max looked away from you, clicking his tongue in visible annoyance. "Das mit deinem Vater tut mir leid. Ich weiß, wie scheiße es ist-" [i'm sorry about your father. i know how much it sucks-] "Du weißt nichts." [you don't know anything] Max spat back angrily.

"Das tue ich leider." [i do, unfortunately] You sighed scratching the back of your head only to find your helmet there instead. "Unsere Väter sind sich sehr ähnlich." [our fathers are very similar] "und wie ist das? Ich wette, du bist nur Papas Tochter, die immer wieder gewinnt." [and how's that? you're just daddy's girl who keeps winning, I bet]

"Er hat mich in ein Zimmer gesperrt. Er will nicht, dass ich gewinne." [he locked me in a room. he doesn't want me to win] you looked away feeling ashamed. "aber das ist nicht der Punkt. Ich bin hergekommen, um dir beim Packen zu helfen. Habe ich die Erlaubnis?" [but that's not the point. i came here to help you pack. do I have permission]

He looked at you for a few moments before nodding hesitantly. You got to work. And although you were still in your early teen years and weren't as strong as a full grown man, you were able to help him as much as he needed; with his kart, with the tent, his tools, his spare parts, everything.

"Vielen Dank, dass ich Ihnen helfen durfte." [thank you, for letting me help you] You put your hand out for him to shake and he took it gently. "Danke, dass du mir geholfen hast." [thank you for helping me]

"Ich gehe jetzt, bis bald, Verstappen." [i will be going now, i'll see you soon, Verstappen] ". . .-wie geht es dir nach Hause?" [how are you going home] why was he asking? You weren't that relevant or important for him to worry about your safety. Then again, Max couldn't imagine a podium where you weren't P1.

He could see the smile and sunshine reach your eyes. That was the first time he noticed your eyes. Safe to say he was mesmerized by the gentleness and warmth that came with them.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen, mein Onkel holt mich ein paar Blocks weiter von der Tankstelle ab." [don't worry about it, my uncle will pick me up from the gas station a few blocks down] He watched you pull your machine in your pull cart, keeping your helmet on as you exited the circuit alone.

Max never thought you'd have such a big heart to help him or such pretty eyes that still lingered in his mind when he closed his eyes for a nap during the car ride home.

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"I am your father."

"Nooo." You and Leon said at the same time in monotone, syncing with Luke Skywalker on the screen in front of you. Mkayla looked out the window worried, watching your brothers run after Max around the garden in the rain.

"Should we be worried—" "No." You and Leon answered at the same time, eating popcorn in sync, 100% focused on the master piece of a movie. Star Wars: the empire strikes back.

"That was . . . Enough cardio . . . To last me . . . 50 reincarnations." Meike flopped on the couch wet with rain and sweat. You pushed him away, fake gagging from the gross smell and touch.

"Pink." He retorted ( trying to insult you ) before moving onto his girlfriend who wore the same grossed out reaction. You watched as Killian walked in with Max in headlock, one dropping in his father's chest and the other in yours.

"Get off me, kid." Leon fussed pushing his oldest away, cringing at the beads of sweat in his hands, which he wiped off in your shirt ( an inside joke you were surprised he still remembered ).

"But that's not fair! Micky and Nunu are with their partners. My wifey isn't here! Dad, be my dad for a second— I don't want to third wheel . . . Or not." Killian backed away upon meeting his father's deathly glare. The rest of you couldn't help but laugh watching Killian sit beside his father's legs, hugging his calf.

"So, does this make us official?" Max whispered in your ear. You've told him he had to complete a ritual from your father's side of the family, usually for relationships and such.

"What do you mean? We've been official since Monaco." You teased, plopping a popcorn in your mouth with a smirk. Max pursed his lips, holding you from your shirt, gently shaking you back and forth.

"Stoooop- Maaaaaaax. This is my favorite part." You giggled, pushing him away, wiping his face dry with your sleeve.

Somewhere in Italy, Killian decided to rent out a small mansion to absolutely chase and kill the living hell out of Max for the week off. And since Killian invited your boyfriend, he also invited Mkayla ( who you had done the ritual with quickly before the clouds arrived ). Killian also invited Leon because he didn't want to be a third wheel on his own like a pussy.

"Okay the wags share a room and the siblings share a room." Killian jokes, pushing Max away from you. "Me? The wag?" He laughed, shaking his head going around to hold your hand again.

"Wag or not, you're not sleeping beside my sister." "It's not like we haven't done that before."

You watched as Meike chased Max around with a cooking spoon.

Max and you did get to share a room eventually. You let him take a shower while you searched for your phone to check on Leila. "Hey, papa. Have you seen my pho-" "Shhh." You looked at the tv to watch the scene. "Where's padme?"

You sighed, leaning on the door frame as you watched the last bits from the movie. You never knew why, but your family was almost identical to the Skywalkers. Broken up and torn only to try and fix itself up in the last few moments.

You sighed once the movie was over, eyes following your father's hands that held up several packets of condoms along with your phone. "Papa-'' You snatched the items from his hand, blushing. "I'd rather you stay safe—" "—Papaaaa!" You whined embarrassed, running away. "Yeah yeah."

"Where did you go?" Max was sprawled on the bed, warming it up for you. "Revenge of the sith." You explained, jumping in beside him while clicking through your contacts.

"3ayzah eh?" [What do you want] Was the voice you heard after a few ringtones. Max remembers her, Leila's mother. "Jumanah! Ezayek?" [How are you] You grimaced, trying to sound polite as possible. "Zeft. 3ayzah eh?" [Shitty. What do you want].

You sighed, wincing at her harsh and drunk tone. "Momken Leila?" [can we talk to leila] "meshmaugoudah." [she's not here]. You laughed nervously at her reply while Max listened confused, pulling out his phone to attempt using Google translate.

"Azdek eh?" [what do mean] "azdi mesh maugoudah." [i mean She's not here] "mat3arafish benteik fein?" [you don't know where your daughter is] "La2, mate3melish feihah malak. El bet geryet wanna mesh na2sa koleshwaya agri waraha." [no, don't pretend to be an angel to my face. the idiot girl ran and i don't want to waste my time running after her]

You pressed the red button, turning to face Max who looked down at his phone absolutely confused and lost since Google only showed gibberish translations. "Were you guys summoning demons?"

"Leila ran away." You sighed, pulling his phone from his hand and giving him your phone instead. "Wait- What?!- oh your gallery." You quickly distracted him by opening the camera roll.

Going through his contacts, you swiped on Charles' name to FaceTime him. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs as you saw Leila's forehead pop up on the screen. "Leila! konthamout!" [I was going to die "Leila, what are you watching on there?" Charles' voice came from the background.

"Please tell me you're not learning how to summon a demon in a Ferrari driver's apartment." He took the phone from her gently, looking at the screen absolutely confused. He saw Max in a dark room, face illuminated from your phone's light.

"Charles!" You fixed the frame so he could see you. "AAA!" The Monegasque jolted and screamed ( high pitched like a girl ) and threw the phone away like a Goddamn visco girl seeing a cockroach, successfully ending the call.

You and Max stared at the 'call ended' screen unimpressed for a few moments. ". . . Was that Charles screaming?" "Yes." "Never thought I'd hear such a noise." Max sounded completely unfazed as he went back to scrolling through your photos.

Charles called you back and when you answered you knew it was Leila who dialed. "You cracked the screen," she scolded Charles, turning the phone to face him. The monegasque cringed seeing yours and Max's judging eyes on him, gently pushing the phone away.

"Maxie!" "Hey, Lei." He put your phone down, leaning closer with a relieved smile. "I missed you." Max cooed and you gave him an unimpressed and jealous look.

Leila giggled blushing. "I missed you too! Can we play football together in Monza next week? Please?" She pouted, giving her best doll eyes, successfully convincing Max.

"Don't think you're escaping the consequences of your behavior, young lady. How did you even get to Charles." "I walked." You frowned deeply at her answer. Jumanah's apartment was a 1.5 hour walk from Monaco. Did she walk an hour and a half?

"Do your feet hurt?" "Nope. Charles is getting us pizza." "Don't drag me into this! I don't even know how she got my address. And what are you two doing together-" He gasped loudly upon seeing Max's bare chest. "ARE YOU TWO- Pierre is going to love this."

You face palmed once Charles ended the call. Not even saying goodbye. You shared a quiet look with Max who only shrugged, wearing a small smile. You rolled your eyes, going back to his phone hearing a notification ding.

From you? You opened it only to see "you" sent pictures to Max. You gave him a look and Max couldn't help but crack a smile. "You're cute. Plus, so I can put you as my wallpaper." He defended, pulling you in his embrace by your waist.

You shook your head in disapproval as he laughed. "Come on, you're so cute." He trailed his hands to your ass, feeling your backpocket crunch. "What's this?" "No— wait—" He pulled out the packets before you could stop him. Upon recognizing what they were, Max smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Papa gave them to me! I didn't want them." You plead your innocence, trying to pull away only for Max to pull you closer with his mouth dipping to your neck. "He just wanted to make sure if something happens-'' You found yourself moaning upon feeling Max suck a sensitive spot under your jaw. "If? Why not?"

"Be—because— You know—" You stuttered, praying that he couldn't hear your stammering heartbeat. "Max—" you gasped, feeling him climb on top of you and undress you. "I-I've never done anything like this before." Your confession was muffled against his lips as he kissed you passionately.

"Oh . . . Do you want us to stop?" He pulled away, looking deep into your eyes. You could only see the sincerity and care in his eyes. You couldn’t help but bring your hand up and stroke his cheek gently. He closed his eyes, nuzzling in your palm.

"We can do this another time." He comforted, kissing your cheek and rolling to your side. Your eyes caught a bulge in his pants which he was quick to cover with a pillow.

The two of you stared up at the ceiling quietly for a few minutes. "Do you need help with that?" You whispered shyly. "Hmm?" He turned his head to face you confused only to find you already looking at where he was trying to cover.

"Are you sure?" You nodded with a small hum, sitting up.

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You laid your head in your hands while Max argued with half of the grid on a discord call.

"Meike shut up, your dating Mkayla." Max shot back and you could hear the girl laugh from the room next door and through the voice chat. "And why are you not taking my side. Were brothers in law now."

"Max, you're mad." Pierre joked and you could hear Lando, Carlos, Charles and Alex laugh their ass off.

"Give me the demon. Let me speak to the Demo— AAAA—" Lando screamed and threw his phone away in fear upon seeing your angry expression pop up on his screen. He didn't expect you to be right over Max's shoulder

"You are speaking to the God of death, do you have an appointment?" You pulled a few laughs from your competitors, which in turn induced your own smile.

"Miss. Anubis. If you would be oh-so-kind to confirm the information Charles is feeding our ears." Alex says in a formal tone, doing a little bow.

"Are and Max fucking?" Gorge asked, straight to the point.

You found yourself wheezing on the floor, hugging your stomach. You didn't realize the way everyone was teasing Max over the loving gaze he gave you as you ugly laughed on the floor. "I HAVE A SCREENSHOT!" You heard Yuki laugh evilly among the weird collection of laughs from the other drivers.

Max raised the phone, showing your wheezing figure on the floor beside his smiling one, holding up a peace sign. "Take another one."

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R10 - RACE DAY Sunday, June 23 2024— Monza, Italy

You jolted in shock as Yuki held you in place while Max poured the cold alcohol down the inside of your suit. You gasped and jumped around to try and warm yourself up. Christian and Max laughed as Yuki ran around the stage trying to spray you with his bottle.

It was yet another successful win for Max, and a great race for you and your teammate with a 2-3 finish. It was Yuki's first podium as well and you were going to celebrate till the sun rose the next day.

Max had his hand gently holding your back into his chest as you danced so you wouldn't fall over or escape. "SHOTS!" Yuki called, raising the bottle. "Y/N and Max!" He pointed at you jogging over with the bottle.

Max kneeled down on his knees while you learned your hands on his shoulders, bowing down just a bit. Yuki poured the bottle down which trailed down your stuck-out tongue and into Max's mouth. The crowd cheered, clapping their hands once the bottle was finished.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!" The crowd cheered as Max pulled you in his chest. He dipped you down and you yelped in surprise, gripping onto his shirt. You relaxed once you felt his lips dancing with yours. Wrapping your arm around his neck, Max pushed his tongue in your mouth.

"Kraustappen!" The crowd cheered over and over as you got back on your feet as the DJ flipped through Spanish songs.

Max smiled brightly, leaning his forehead into yours as you sang along. "Didn't know my girlfriend spoke Spanish." He commented surprised. "Reserving for Ferrari does things to you." You joked as he kissed you.

"Can confirm." Charles added in as he passed by, patting Max's back in good luck.

You and Max laughed at him as he looked at both of you tired. "You two are literal devils, mon dieu." Charles joked before scurrying off.

How you and Carlos ended up flamenco dancing on a table, you will never know. The crowd cheered your name as Carlos dipped you to where Max was standing. You didn't hesitate to pick your boyfriend's lips softly while the crowd roared in approval. Phones flashed, taking videos and photos.

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"In my defense- in my defense," You cut yourself off, looking at the camera aimed at you. "I was forced to do this."

You had a cute pink tutu on as you walked into the ballet studio. It was quiet and calm with Max and Leila sitting against the wall, who clapped once they saw you walk in.

"The skirt suits you, Schat." [darling] He greeted you with a kiss once you leaned down to put your bag beside him. "Got a nickname! Score!" You whispered to the camera before going off to warm up.

"Hey vroom vroom fans. We're here at Paris, France. And with a lot of encouragement from my best friend, I'm starting a channel in the middle of the season. Because I can."

Max couldn't help but smile as he watched you mess around with elegance and beauty, trying out if you could still do stuff from your toddler years. Leila just watched football matches on her phone, not really giving a fuck.

"I'm here!" Meike jumped through the door, disturbing the peace and calmness in the room. Max glared at him for interrupting his girlfriend's beautiful choreography, folding his arms in with a deep sigh.

THe dutch covered Leila's eyes so he could flip off your twin, who returned the favor. "Bet I'm more flexible than you." Meike hummed, pretending to flip his hair, looking at the camera in the corner with a confident look.

Leila watched this part amused, versus Max who was unimpressed. He watched you and Meike cause chaos, competing to see who was more flexible.

He was more intrigued by the fact that your flexibility can come in handy for a few things, wink wink. "Oh! I know!" You concluded standing up from the bridge stretch. "Remember that dance we learned with Randy?"

"Nunu, that was 18 years ago. It's going to take me longer than that to forget that dance." "Max is going to be the judge." "Wait what? I don't even know what you guys are doing."

"Loser kisses Maxie." You put your hand out to seal the deal with your brother. It wasn't going to be any trouble for you if you lost. "Ew no, I'm not kissing Max."

"What's wrong with kissing Max?" Said driver scoffed, folding his arms. "Yeah, loser gets a kiss." The blond nodded, concluding the consequence, giving you the que to start.

You did end up winning. Max involuntarily thought you were beautiful, even if you messed up here or there. You were an angel in his eyes.

"Wait wait, let me get my phone." You giggled pulling your phone from your bag's pocket. You pulled out your phone filming the two. Meike looked like he was going to shit himself and Max looked Meike up and down, examining his target.

"I have permission from Mkayla." You put a thumbs up, watching Max hold Meike in head lock. You found yourself laughing, trying to keep your phone steady in your hands as your twin tried to squirm away from Max.

Max chuckled, kissing your brother's cheek who screamed in pain. "The agony— oh God. Someone save me—" "—It has to be on the lips!" You corrected them laughing hysterically.

If Meike wasn't struggling before, he is now. You watched as the boys scrunch their noses once they pulled away from each other. "You taste like watermelon lip gloss." Meike pointed at Max grossed out.

"You taste like girl." Max pointed back at him. You fell on your belly wheezing like there was no tomorrow. The whole street could hear you and you couldn't stop.

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RACE DAY - 2:24 AM Sunday, June 30 2024 — France

"It's pretty." "You think so?"

"I think so." Max butted in on your and Lei's conversation, taking a sip of his red bull.

"Kraus! You're up." With a deep breath, you kissed Leila's cheek one more time before pulling your balaclava and racing helmet on.

Max furrowed his eyebrows with a tired glare. He wanted a kiss too. "Go to sleep." You pulled on your gloves and shoes, giving one last hug to the sleepy cousin before pressing your forehead to Max's.

"Take a nap, ya 2amar." [moon, nickname / petname] You stroked his cheek gently before pulling away to greet the arriving hyper car pulling into the pit, replacing the driver. The Dutch man carried Leila in his arms, draping her with his leather jacket while she slowly started to fall asleep with the noise canceling headphones on.

Max on the other hand watched you race around the French track. He was through his 3rd redbull can of the night, determined to watch when you were in the car. The Porsche held on nicely, he had no doubt you'd overtake Ferrari sometime down the next few corners and take the lead.

He felt himself smile hearing your radio messages and seeing your concentrated face on the screen. He's never seen your face when you're racing before, mostly because he was driving alongside you.

Max went upstairs, setting the girl on a couch so she could sleep peacefully. He continued to watch you, feeling pride and joy swell in his heart seeing you cheer as you began to lap other cars, extending the gap to your lead. Max couldn't deny that along with the joy he also felt fear. He felt goosebumps crawl on his skin, scared you'd lose footing in a corner and hurt yourself.

You were too important to him. He couldn't lose you or the little family the three of you had become. Max found himself lulled to sleep, hearing your voice over the radio. Giggles and cheers and silly questions, quiet singing with the bad jokes and attempting to create pick up lines for max ( who you didn't know was listening ) for when you finished.

Porsche seemed to be treating you well. He was surprised to hear from your PR about the email directed to you. He remembers sitting with in a corner of the paddock after media duties were fulfilled. Your PR had come over and showed you an email, one where your face lit up with joy, getting you to jump around in joy.

"Porsche wants me personally! Their first driver backed out and they wanted me! I'm their first choice! In the 24 hour of le mans!" You squealed, jogging in your place. He's never seen you so . . . happy.

Max was disappointed to see you were getting back in the car once he had woken up. Your break was short in his opinion ( he didn't get enough cuddles ). "Three more hours." He reminded himself watching you zoom out of the pitlane and back into the track.

"She's holding up nicely." Max looked beyond the wall to the other garage balcony next door. Charles stood there with a soft smile. Max found himself laughing, sharing a short hug with the Monegasque. "Mate, I didn't know you were coming."

"I wanted to see a successful Ferrari team. You know the drill." Charles joked, patting Max's back before going back to lean his forearms on the fence. "Does successful mean second place?" Max returned the joke, watching you speed by. "Ha ha. Very funny, Verstappen."

They listened to the French commentators, watching the few pit stops and opening conversations about a few teams here and there. What's a conversation with Max without maxplaining. "She seems to be doing well though." Charles commented. Max hummed in confusion, even if there was only one 'she' he could be talking about.

"Y/N?" "Yeah. I haven't heard her shout or cuss one time today." Max sighed deeply at the statement. "She's not usually—" "All fussy? I know. She has been for the last couple of months. But maybe she found her sport and team." Charles chuckled. The two formula drivers watched you come into the pits for a change of tiers before taking off again.

"found her sport and team" Why did that hurt Max? As much as it made him happy that you were happy, it also made his heart clench in a painful way knowing that the team you needed was not with him. He felt himself gulping at the thought of you leaving formula one for hypercar, a whole different world.

Max was only broken out of his trance once the crowd got impossibly loud. He's missed you crossing the checkered flag. "Congratulations." Charles shook Max's hesitant hand. "Y-yeah."

Leila dragged Max along to Parc ferme where they greeted you. With your German flag draped on your shoulders, you leaped in Max's arms pressing kisses to the French girl and the Dutch Man's cheeks. He watched the way you hugged your team in euphoria, the way you jumped in your place like an excited kid as you made it to the podium. The way you put your hand over your heart and sang with a bright and wide once the German anthem came on.

He couldn't help the small smile that made it to his own lips seeing you so happy and upbeat. He'd do anything for that smile, even if it meant letting you go.

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multishipperofgaydeadwizards · 2 months

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Rosestarkiller but they're all Aromantic AU (because I'm aromantic <33)

Barty likes the romantic stuff involved in romantic relationships. Kissing, hugging, cuddling, whatever. He's just never felt any sort of drive to do it with any specific person.

I think it'd be really funny if other students just singled in on Barty and Evan being touchy-feely and assumed they were dating.

Because Evan is just so chill and Barty loves being affectionate with people if they'll allow it. Evan just adapts to people he cares about and changes how he interacts with them to make sure they're comfortable and within their boundaries and all.

So RoseKiller date first. Because Barty is touch-starved and Evan just rolls with it. Neither of them feel any romantic feelings. But they figure they should because why not. Just so people will stop spreading rumors that they're in a "secret relationship".

Regulus doesn't think of romance naturally. He has other more important things to concern himself with. Like his school work, his image, his hobbies, his friends who haven't been hanging out with him in a while but have been hanging out with each other.

And Regulus is starting to wonder if he did something wrong? And he gets insecure and maybe a little jealous that his friends are hanging out without him or feels like they're leaving him.

And I guess he confronts them about it. Saying they're avoiding him or leaving him out or something.

And they're like "??? What? No? You just don't like affection, right?"

And Regulus is like "I like a Little Bit of affection from people I'm close with... And thats you guys"

And maybe admitting that is not so direct and definitely super embarrassing for Regulus. He definitely does not know how to communicate emotions normally.

And I still think they love each other deeply. It's just not romantic in this scenario and that's just as well. :D

With love, an AroAce who loves RoseStarKiller

Sgsbsieb8dbd9sb OMG YES!

Aromantic rosetarkiller <3 I have never thought of them like that, and I am regretting it rn. they would work soooooo well together

what you're saying fits all of them so well. evan and barty knowing about the rumours and not really caring about them that mich is so real of them. romance not being regulus’s thing works for his character too tbh (originally, I had a hc that he was aromantic with no romantic attraction whatsoever, but that changed over time)

rosekiller getting together first makes sense. regulus coming into the mix bc he gets upset at them, not treating him the same is so real

my man hates physical touch, but he hates being left out even more

they hold hands a lot. it calm reg down and makes barty feels secure... evan just likes the feeling of a hand (or hands in this case) in his

but yes, there is a lot of love between them. not in a romantic way but love none the less

I'm very sorry about the late reply. I kind of forgot about the ask 😅

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #barty crouch jr #regulus black #evan rosier #barty x evan x regulus #rosestarkiller #wow... you're bad at parking

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themadknightuniverse · 1 year

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i love Lacho asks and everyone's different feelings/opinions on them! that being said, how would you feel about a lacho personality/outfit swap au?

Omg YES those are always SO FUN

Let's focus on the outfits first Listen I just love it. It has a lot of potential. Lalo only wearing black and red??? Yes PLEASE. But it also mean bye bye loafers Lalo you're only wearing pointy boots or sneakers now. Lalo in converses omg. Lalo in Nacho's black sweater OMG ! I need a minute here. And the leather jacket. yes.

Also he would rock those gold chains! The leather bracelets and riiiiing oh my.. Men wearing rings is just always a yes. And oh boy the snake earring... With his curly hair.... Someone hold me down I'm going feral (here is an unnecessary high quality pic of 💖 Nacho's hands 💖 to illustrate)

I tried to find a pic of tony wearing red shirt but it doesn't exist??? Except his Lalo outfit with the flowery pattern, I mean, it's too Lalo coded to be used as an exemple of him in Nacho's outfit. There is just one pic of him wearing a red t-shirt (told you red is perfect for him, wished he would show up somewhere with a black and red suit like in Sir Avila, or even with a red dress shirt under the black costume, because damn) and I edited a pic because photoshop gives me that power

!!! BUT !!! While looking for pics, I just realized something. The red shirt (kind of) he wears in the scene he's doing loops at the race tracks is, to me, a look a like in style to the shirt Nacho is wearing the very first time we see him in the series. I mean the blotchy/stains looking pattern makes me link these two shirt. That would be the closest we get to actually see Lalo in an outfit that looks like Nacho's

Now, Nacho with the fanciest shirts yes yes yes also the nice pants YES YES YES and the shoes letting his ankles visible yes yES Y E S (god I feel like a dude from middle ages here)

Here (left) Lalo's shoes in Magic Man (s5E01) where he's wearing the splendid yellow shirt/deep blue pants. On the right, Michael wearing the same kind of shoes. He would do just fine I'm telling you.

It also means he would be wearing COWBOY BOOTS and that's something important. True weapon here. Him in blue loafers is hilarious tho, if they don't swap the personality but only the outfits this is just so out of character I would need to find a reason why he would wear these ones. Maybe his papa gifted them to him and he feels like he has to wear them, or maybe Nacho would be that wild little thing when it came to buying clothes, it would be how his extravagant side expressed itself. But Nacho would look totally credible with other colors than red and black! The series shows us he looks really good in light colors (like we seen higher)

But! Michael offers us the chance to picture Nacho wearing shirts with more patterns that to me could fit in this AU (look, with his pendant in the second pic, Lalo core)

And he's even wearing yellow with dark blue shorts! Maybe he would look good in that Lalo outfit?

Okay enough digressions about outfits (I love clothes, sorry) let's speak about the Personality

First thing coming to my mind : the first time they meet.

Okay so I have two visions for this, depending on how much we move the cursor on the personality, what "personality" includes or not. Does it swap their habits/abilities too or not.

1) No swap of habits/abilities. Nacho arrives at El Mich', smiling of course, and when he notices Mingo and the owner sitting with a stranger busy in the kitchen, he first stares at Mingo, but we can tell the affinity he has with him is even less good than in the canon version. I mean Nacho is now someone much more cold blooded here, and does Lalo have any real friends sticking at his side? no. Here Nacho is a terrible friend, a terrible dude, manipulating and mocking a lot of things, with no real consideration for people around him except his father. I'm not even sure Lalo's personality would allow a friend like Mingo to happen, but I don't want Mingo to not be in this either so they somehow make it work. So Nacho goes to the kitchen, and on the opposite of how we seen him in canon, he's much more relaxed, his arms are rarely crossed too, and just like Lalo would when he has to be intimidating, he would just stand with his arms by his side. Unlike the canon, Lalo would spot his arrival immediately, because now he's a very attentive man, he doesn't get distracted -or pretend to be- by cooking. Still, he wouldn't be the first one to talk, it would be Nacho, who would put a big smile on his face and maybe go "Hey there! You're the new cook?" and Lalo would be like "No. I'm here to replace my tio." because now he goes to the point. "Your tio? You mean Hector? What happened to him is so sad, I'm sorry. So you're a Salamanca too then?" "Yes" "Awesome! You know Tuco told me a lot about you, that you have a good head for numbers." because yeah, in this AU Nacho would be much more chatty and friendly with everyone, so he would know things about the Salamanca family members after all that time spent with them, he gets to know things about the members he never met before. Lalo would send him looks like he's not buying the friendly attitude at all, "And you are Ignacio Varga." "That's me. I've been told you were smart, and here you are, and you are!" "Great. Get to work." "Ooh bossy! Your tio taught you well, eh?" And Nacho would make his way back to the table, and Lalo would stare at him through the opening in the wall, trying to mentally explode him.

2) Kind of the same exchange EXCEPT there is a swap of habits/abilities, and now Nacho is the one cooking when Lalo arrives, and he's all singing and super busy in the kitchen and Lalo just wonders where the fuck did he just put a foot into, already regretting he left his hacienda to find himself dealing with such a loud guy.

Or maybe Nacho is still the last one to arrive at El Mich', and when he enters Lalo is sitting at one of the table, waiting silently after he met with the owner and Mingo, already getting info about how things are run in Albuquerque. Then Nacho arrives, says something like "It's so quiet in there, who's dead?" and they just all stare at him, Mingo a bit mortified, Lalo very much not amused and instantly feeling annoyed with Nacho. His tio almost died, this guy thinks he's being funny? Nacho wouldn't linger, he would act completely obvious of his joke and still be very friendly with Lalo "I'm Ignacio, but you can call me Nacho." and then he would tell the owner "You're not feeling well today? No prob I can help!" and he's gone to the kitchen in a flash to start the stove and blast music far too loudly and Lalo would rub at his temples while Mingo sends him a sorry and a bit scared look. Lalo has been nothing but very professional since he arrived, all very serious, and he's a bit scared for his friend Nacho. How will Lalo handle his personality?

Lalo knows he'll have to spend a lot of time with Nacho, but he'll do everything he can to avoid that. At first he would still ask Nacho to drive him through the city, he still have a job to do and he does it well. So they visit the different places and all.

Nacho invites him to a lot of poker nights with the guys, it happens very often, and Lalo refuses multiple times before finally accepting one day.

At some point Nacho calls him Lalito and Lalo never frowned this hard in his entire life ever before. He tells him to not call him that, but Nacho just laughs and keep on calling him Lalito. Lalo corrects him multiple times until he somehow gets used to it and stops trying to make that change.

And Nacho is very loud, unnerving, but Lalo has to admit the man is really good at his job. And that gets his respect.

I think I could keep on writing about this AU, but this is already a stupidly VERY long answer. Anyway, I hope this all make sense! Thank you for this ask, it's a very super fun one! A LOT of things to think about 💖

#lacho asks #my longest stupidly long answer ever #lacho #bcs #better call saul #lacho personality swap au #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #outfits #pictures #text post

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ask-eric-the-disposable-demon · 2 months

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In the Beginning, he was One.

He can’t remember what his exact rank was; just that it couldn’t have been very high. He was at the bottom of the corporate ladder, and he was so, so lonely.

Oh, sure, there were other angels doing the same job as him, but he didn’t see them often, unless they needed to give him a message, or the other way around. But most of the time, he was by himself, running messages and supplies back and forth through Heaven, only allowed to stop for a moment during deliveries. Hardly enough time to talk to anyone, and certainly not enough time to get to know anyone.

The little time he did get to talk to anyone, though, he spent talking to the angels who worked in Creation.

Creation fascinated him. Every time he delivered something, there was something new, something incredible that these angels had made.

Something that he wasn’t allowed to make. Something that he wanted to make.

He didn’t have a word for it yet, but the little angel was jealous.

And little by little, his fate began to be sealed.

His deliveries to the Creation Department started to take longer and longer. Instead of leaving to do his next delivery, he would hide quietly in the back and just watch the other angels Create. No one noticed him. At first.

But he couldn’t always get so lucky.

“Hey, you!”

He startled as a red-haired angel called out to him, her hands filled with creatures.

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Come here!” He hesitantly went over to the other angel. “I need a second opinion on these.” She showed him the creatures in her hands, and he just stared.

“What are they?”

“Fish!” The other angel sounded almost offended that he didn’t know what they were.

“Oh, um, they’re very nice.”

“You think so? My bosses haven’t been approving some of my designs lately. I think some of them might be taking credit for the things I’ve made.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to respond to that. “What if you give it more eyes?”

“What?” The other angel seemed confused. “Why would I do that? It’s not part of any of our blueprints.” She set the fish down in a nearby tank as she looked him over. “You’re not part of this department, are you?”

“No.”

“What’s your name?”

“Shamsiel. I’m - I’m a messenger.”

“Getting tired of it, huh?”

“No, no, I just -”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to tell anyone.” There’s a smile on her face. “You might want to get back to work, though. No point in getting in trouble just yet.”

He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but it resonates in him somewhere. The image of those fish sticks in his mind. He can’t help but think that it’d look better with more eyes.

He keeps getting assigned deliveries to the Creation department, always to the red-headed angel with the fish.

“Shamsiel, can I trust you with an important delivery?”

“Of course!”

“I need you to take something to Samael.”

He nearly drops the anglerfish she had been showing him.

“Samael?! The - the Archangel?!”

“Yes. It’s a very important delivery, so I can’t trust anyone else with it. But I can trust you, right?”

“Of course!” He snaps into a salute. “What do you need delivered?”

She snaps her fingers and a scroll appears in her hands.

“It’s just a list of names, other angels in my department who agree with us. It’s very important that this gets to Samael without any interference.” She pauses for a moment, then unrolls the scroll and scribbles another name at the bottom, before rolling it back up and sealing it.

“I’m on it, boss!”

“I’m not your boss,” she says with a laugh as she hands him the scroll. “Now, go on, get out of here.”

He flew off with the scroll, not quite sure where he was going but sure he’d get there at some point. Intent was a big thing in Heaven; as long as you were trying to get somewhere, you’d usually get there.

Sure enough, he found Samael; unfortunately, he wasn’t alone. The Archangel Michael was there as well, and the twins seemed to be mid argument.

“Um, excuse me, Your Beatitudes? I have a delivery from the Creation department.”

“Now is not the time,” Michael said.

“It’s important,” he said weakly. “I was told to give this to you.” He held out the scroll to Samael. The Lightbringer took it and, recognizing the seal on the scroll, slid it into the pocket of his robes.

“Thank you, I’ll read it as soon as I’m able. You’re dismissed.” He nods, then turns and hurries away from the still-arguing siblings.

“What is that about, Samael?” He hears her say.

“It’s none of your business, stay out of it.”

He flapped his wings harder, fleeing from the pair as fast as he could.

The other angel never sends him with another delivery to Samael, but he keeps hearing about him, keeps hearing the ideas of the Lightbringer whispered through the halls of Heaven. He finds that he agrees with them.

There’s a lot more weapons being delivered lately.

Other angels seem angrier.

The whole of Heaven seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the next step.

And all the while, Shamsiel keeps running messages and deliveries across Heaven.

And he did that until The War started.

He had been in the Creation department again when the horns had sounded.

“What’s going on?”

“War, Shamsiel,” the red-headed angel says, grabbing a spear. “They’re trying to punish us for disagreeing with Her!”

“But we’re right!”

“I know.” She grabs another spear and tosses it to him. “Don’t get killed out there.”

“I won’t, boss.” She just shakes her head.

He’d never been a fighter. But he was fast and small, and that kept him alive. He wasn’t sure how the other angels knew he agreed with Samael; he’d never been very vocal about it, just going to the meetings and delivering messages. But clearly that had been enough. Clearly, it was enough to try to kill him.

The other angel went down with a cry of pain, and it startled him. He’d never hurt anything before. But another angel was coming for him, and it was them or him. So he kept fighting.

When the very foundation of Heaven began to shake, though, all the fighting stopped.

Samael and Michael had been fighting each other still, too wrapped up in the battle to notice everyone else had frozen in fear. But when the twins did finally notice, it was too late.

Michael reached out to save her brother, but he was already Falling.

The others followed closely behind, as the whole of Creation seemed to shift around them, forcing them Down.

Shamsiel had never fallen before; his wings had always been there, trustworthy and steady and fast. But now he was Falling, and his wings were useless. Even worse, they were burning away.

He’d never screamed before, either; but he was now, as he plummeted Down, Down, Down.

The boiling pit of sulfur was almost a relief. He couldn’t hear his own screams anymore.

He crawled out of the pit, and crawled out of the pit, and crawled out of the pit again.

A familiar hand reached out to help him up, and Shamsiel took it, looking up at his own face.

“What?”

“I don’t know either.”

“We should ask someone.”

Even in Hell, the Lightbringer stood out from the rest, and one of him sought out the new King, hoping to learn what had happened, how this change had come about.

But there was no answer. Instead, there was a jolt of fear and pain that shot through every one of him, before fading.

“What just happened?”

“I think - I think he just killed me.”

Another one crawled out of the pit.

“Yeah, that’s what happened.”

Slowly, demons stopped Falling, stopped crawling out of the pits. They got assignments, got discorporated, and crawled out of the pits yet again. Eventually, someone came up with the bright idea of having an office for that kind of thing, so no one had to bother with the boiling sulfur anymore.

The Disposable Demon did odd jobs around Hell, going wherever he was assigned. It didn’t seem that different from Heaven, if you asked him, except now there were scars where his wings used to be and a gaping hole in his Being where Her Love used to be.

But he also had himself, now, so at least he wasn’t lonely.

And then he snuck up to Earth, desperate for something that wasn’t dark and gloomy. He got a name, stole it from one of the kings at the time. Eric. And he snuck back Down to Hell, with fresh air in his lungs and sunshine leaving echoes in his mind, and with hope.

Hope that maybe, finally, he would get what he had Fallen for.

#ask a disposable demon #good omens rp #my writing #the fall #good omens #eric the disposable demon

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Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Survey Corps Veterans (College AU)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. And it took me a while (seven months wow) to come back. I still have a commission in progress and my College AU without little advances. Anyways, I already made this HCs for the 104th Training Corps (P1 and P2). Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Do not repost this. // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Erwin Smith

Following his father’s footsteps, Erwin chose History as his Mayor in College and then went for his PhD in the very same discipline. And one can notice clearly that he adopted his dad wardrobe too lol.

The academic look, the Dead Poets Society clothing, the so casually formal garments. That was all Erwin’s. Trousers’ always clean and shirts always ironed.

Since his college days, Levi teased him about the number of ties he owns. Erwin never pays mind to those comments, he’s rather satisfied with his accessories. But the item he likes the most is his analogue watch.

Cardigans are his statement piece though. Mr. Smith here is a loyal believer in hair products too. Levi pays respect to that, and the efforts Erwin puts into his image such as constantly taking care of his skin and keeping his hair flawless.

Levi Ackerman

Black, gray, brown, navy blue and white. Those are the colors Levi keeps in mind when buying clothes.

#Parisien style #Poets fashion, he follows those tags on Pinterest so he gets ideas since he knew nothing about matching and layering. Actually, Levi knew nothing about styling until college, only because he'd really didn't care. Hange was the one that used to tease him about it, and watching Erwin wear some perfectly coordinated fits, well he finally gave to the pressure.

Nonetheless, that was not enough for him to diversify the range of colors in his clothing. Also, most of his fits are monochromatic, as you can see. Levi makes this choice on a regular basis for three reasons: afraid of taking risks, commodity and to save time.

As in cannon universe, Levi would clean with care, fully aware of all the methods for different textures and fabrics.

Hange Zoë

Our friend here avoids any garment that could enhance silhouettes. Hange feels more comfortable in oversized and squared cuts.

Monochromatic outfits are common but quirkier color combinations aren’t a strange thing to see either. Hange doesn’t really care about fashion since commodity and extravagance are priorities when choosing clothing. Even if it seems contradictory.

Many of her garments have permanent stains like wine taints, cigar marks, small patches made with threads slightly different from the color of the piece. Unlike Levi, Hange has trouble taking care of her wardrobe.

Owns a fair number of blazers and dress pants however her style is far from being formal. Her (most-of the-time) carefree personality is well represented in her clothing, one could say.

Moblit Berner

Comodity is Moblit’s priority. He owns plenty of t-shirts and dress shirts made of cotton and plain designs. Absolutely despises when a good piece of cloth is wasted when printed with stencils like “Born to be Wild” or some shit like that.

Speaking of materials of fabrics, Moblit would avoid wearing synthetic, preferring to choose thrifted clothes made of cotton, linen, and hemp. No denim allowed since he has been reading about the humongous waste of water that is used to make a single pair. Moreso, Moblit would choose clear colors and/or clothes with pigments naturally extracted. He’s even interested in making his own attire if the materials were accessible.

Nonetheless, he’s constantly washing clothes since Hange gets them in some random (and sometimes, dangerous) situations that involves them getting dirty, in a literal sense. So, maybe he wastes even more water in clothing than he thinks.

Miche Zacharias

He looks as he’s about to scoot on a road trip at any given moment, really. He would only wear loose – casual – hippie clothes. Mike dresses like a backpacker/hiking/boho kind of guy, actually. And his analogue camara doesn’t help demoting that image either.

One could wonder if he searches for outfits inspiration from time to time, since all his clothing seems to fit him perfectly. Or maybe he just knows his preferences and body type really well.

Also, Mike gave hipster vibes before hipster was even a thing, he says it’s just bohemian style and don’t even his millennials pairs get it. On the other hand, Eren and his friends (Gen Z) would think “bohemian” it’s just a fancy word for a precarious contemporary hippie. Not that Mike cares about one distinction over another.

Nanaba

Big Princess Diana vibes. She looks like a modern royal tbh. Also, Nanaba and all of her clothes smells like vanilla with some woody tone, I just know it.

Monochromatic schemes for her clothes are decided by season and that’s the way she buys them. That helps her keeping track of the pieces she gets and makes sure of actually use them. Then, when she decides it’s time for some changes, Nanaba will donate them.

Now, everything looks good on her, but she despises very slim pants or dresses, and very long high heels ‘cause she “Can’t feel the wind around her when it rises” and her feet, on the other hand, suffer every step she takes. Nonetheless, and even with her noble personality, people recognize her as a strong minded, honest, and independent woman. Somehow, she’s capable of communicating that in her attire.

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Hi ~ I know u made a headcanon where Levi comforts his gf but since he's a private man and doesn't like PDA, how would he comfort his gf if she was, let's say crying, in front of others?

𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩 (𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

text: hello there anon! first off I would like to thank you for checking out and reading my other headcanon post 🥺❤️❤️ and for also coming back to send me a request! I love this idea and I agree with this, so I had fun writing this out :,) also I made this request as a headcanon/fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it! (I kinda relate to levi because I also don’t really like PDA if I were to be in a relationship! but that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t show any other affection. I guess this all would have to do with privacy. So, def same with Levi, so I get it).

synopsis: Levi Ackerman is a private man, no one would expect him to even have a lover! He see no point to show and let everyone know about y/n being his girlfriend! Instead, it’s only important to him to show you his love and you both keep your love private and personal which makes the relationship you both share special and rather unique. One day though, something happened to y/n which made her tear up in front of the scouts and Levi shows his comfort and care to her in a way that it shows his real love towards her. In his own way of expressing romance to her which was very touching and gave not only y/n but also levi a pleasant feeling of happiness whenever they were together. (I promise you this is lots of cute fluff, also some true romance levi would express which is super heart warming ♡ )

real fluff, aot world, headcanons ♡ —

The past few days were going pretty hard for you. A lot was going on, such as drama and many issues happening in the survey headquarters that you worked at.

You were jumping from squad to squad and your roles and work kept on changing which made you stress out a little and many people kept on rushing you. You were often switched from each team because the commanders liked your skills such as Erwin, Hanji and now you were at Miche’s team with Nanaba and Gelgar who you were getting quite close with.

As Y/N was trying to get her work done and filling out some paperworks, doing the necessary checks, some scouts came up to her. “Hey Y/N! Could you please help me with this? I really need some help right now.” and then another came “Y/N! Would you do me a favor and do this for me?”, then a scout came up to her and said “Y/N, you messed up the paperwork from this morning! It’s all wrong! What’s wrong with you?”

You suddenly were overwhelmed and you were so nervous you had no idea what to do or say that you started to run off. As you were running you saw Miche and Nanaba and you ran up towards them.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it....Wait, are you okay? You look quite pale.” Nanaba said suddenly with a worried expression and she touched your shoulder gently. You then realized that you really messed up earlier and you fucked up everything, nothing seems to be going your way and you never seemed to give yourself a break. You then could not hold it any longer and started to tear up, soon crying.

“Y-Y/N?!” Miche said, all worried and his serious expression dropped and went near you, while Nanaba was holding on to your shoulders and said in a concerned tone “Tell us, what happened! Was it someone?”

As soon as they were about to say anything else, they were all taken aback and quiet when they suddenly heard someone saying “Who the fuck made her cry?” Suddenly, Miche and Nanaba jolted up and felt a deadly vibe coming towards them which made them shiver. It was Levi! Y/N’s boyfriend. He had such an angry look, he was clearly ready to murder anyone who came in his way.

Nanaba and Miche moved away quickly so Levi could approach to his girlfriend. “Y/N, are you okay?” He said softly and moved his head to the other side so he could see your face, he also examined your body to see if you were hurt but thankfully you were not which made him relieved a bit. But you were quick to hide your face as you covered your face with your hands. He knew and understood that you did not want to talk about it now and would want to be alone with you later the evening. But, that did not stop Levi not comforting you in his own way throughout the day.

He turned towards Miche and Nanaba who quickly told him that they were unsure what made his girlfriend cry and were quite upset to see her down and felt bad how they did not notice she was put under pressure and having loads of workload.

If you tried to push him away and not wanting him to know why you have cried or teared up he would still follow you and as soon as you stopped, he would finally say “If it upsets you....then it upsets me.” He would say as his face soften and he looked rather a bit sad cause you were upset, and even because that you wouldn’t say it to him as your boyfriend, he wanted to know everything that was up.

And of course, after you have calmed down from crying while he was staying by your side this whole time. You and Levi had a special thing in your relationship between the both of you, you both would usually meet up at an agreed time and place, basically lots of private romantic rendezvous between the both of you. It was a special thing that you both shared as it was just you two alone, not anyone there disturbing you two. Just Levi putting his full focus on you and would hold your hands whenever if the meet ups were to talk things out, or show each other some love while holding you close. Obviously, he had to wait for the evening for this to happen so throughout the whole day he would do his own way of comfort and showing his care towards you!

If you were not feeling well or you were pretty down after what happened. If Y/N went to their room and decided to stay there for the evening, Levi would actually come behind the door and try to lean against it and wait to hear if you were still sobbing or not. He wants to make sure if you are okay and if not he would not hesitate to come in and try to talk it out with you more, but he knew you well. But regardless, he would leave some medicine such as painkillers to help ease your stress and headaches outside your door and then knock your door. Levi would also once a while slip a note under the door and you would see it sliding and going near to your bed as you sat there and it would say “Hope you are better Love. I’m at my office if you need me”. His notes would melt and warm your heart, it was his way of showing his feelings, love and care for you and your wellbeing and this would always comfort you.

If you both were in public, you both wont show or do any PDA of course but instead Levi would definitely compliment you. He does that so everyone who was there can know that he was only allowed to flatter you and say these compliments to, and if anyone dared do that instead of him, he won’t let them slide.

With that, he likes to mention your name and talk highly of you, basically pamper you instead of PDA, and that would make Y/N blush and get embarrassed since it would catch them off guard (and Levi secretly liked that-). He would do that a lot after you have cried and calmed down just to see you smile and lighten up your mood. He wants everyone to mention your name in the conversation that you were in and everyone would join Levi and compliment you too and that made you feel so special and even blush like crazy and Levi would just watch you and then give a small smile.

After you have cried, he wants to try his best to make you happy and not upset anymore. So, when he sees you in the mess hall among other people, he would approach to your table where you sat alone and I honestly see Levi sticking to them old-fashioned romance and giving Y/N some flowers he would probably pick up or even buy you some. All eyes would be on the both of you and that would make you blush completely, he does that so you can forget how you cried front of the others earlier and instead remember this. He also does this to show everyone that you are his girl and you are the lucky one he would give you the flowers too <3

He would try and come to check up on you to see how you were doing. While Y/N was sitting with Sasha, and as they were chatting about something, Levi was approaching Y/N and he brought his hand out and was giving Y/N a small cardboard bag. “What’s...this?” Y/N wondered as she accepted the gift and took it, as soon as she opened it she saw her favorite pastries and sweets that she really liked, her boyfriend Levi knew her too well. “Make sure you eat them all and enjoy it. And Sasha, you better not take none of them or I will make you in charge of cleaning duty for a month.” You sat there, smiling a lot while munching on your favorite sweets which was from your favorite person and it never tasted any better! So after Levi finding that out, expect Levi buying you lots of pastries.

Would definitely compliment you, say sweet things such as “Hey, you look good today Y/N” or “I’m always here for you, come to my office when you are free love.” He really did care for you and these simple words, had a lot of meaning.

Would do small actions that showed his love and affection for you, especially when he was worried for you. He would bring you some tea for sure, run you a hot bath after a long day and he would say and as he looked at you with full of love and care, “Y/N, I ran you a hot bath. This should help you ease you up.” His kind gestures melted you and he would definitely come to wash your hair as you sat on the bathtub if you called him. And after that, he would give you a light kiss on your shoulder since it was just the two of you alone and that made you blush even harder.

If you ever asked Levi for anything in front of your friends/comrades he would not hesitate to do it. Besides, has Levi your boyfriend ever said no to you? In front of others, he would look at you and wait for you to say the favor. He was loyal and has always been respectful towards his girlfriend, “Anything else? Come on, you can ask me.” He would say still looking at you while his eyes would scan your face and admire your features and beauty. He would do anything to comfort y/n.

And to be honest, if you liked to keep your boundaries clear and liked to separate work with your personal life, Levi would totally accept that and I feel like he would be such an understandable man? He would agree to it cause he would like that too and just to keep things on track, but that does not mean he was not thinking about you 24/7 and he would always wish for the meeting room, stable or wherever you both were at, to be alone (especially after he saw you tearing up or upset, he wanted to check up with his girl and make her happy, I feel like he would def do this) and wishing everyone leaving so it can just be the two of you alone, so he can just hold your hand and give it a gentle rub with his thumb. “I missed you, where have you been this whole morning?” He would say as he looked at your eyes, and you could tell by his expression that he was madly in love with you. “W-Was helping out Moblit organizing the next experiment for next week.”

“Hm, I see. Do you have some time tonight? I want to spend some time with you for a bit.” Levi said which looked like he had said it confidently but rather seemed to be in a nervous and shy tone, worried you would reject it.

Overall, not showing or doing PDA does not mean that there is nothing going on behind closed doors or whenever you both are alone and private! And even without PDA, there are other things that are done to show his love to his partner which Levi would do such as giving you small gifts, saying sweet things to you/compliments, making you laugh and cheer up, even checking up on you throughout the day before he sees you alone in his office in the evening. And, he does this all by his instincts because it is actually coming from his heart and love for you! It’s simple, but the kind of way that you could feel the love and his sweet acts which would warm and melt his girlfriend’s heart, y/n!

I hope you really enjoyed this real fluff headcanons! I honestly see this happening if Levi had a partner and I do find it true that he wont like PDA, but he is a private man and in his privacy with his girlfriend he would show her lots of love <3 so when in public (as he waits for the evening to be alone with her) I can imagine these happening and this kind of love is really strong and holds a lot of meaning. If you liked this plsss leave a like, a message, or a reblog! I would appreciate that ♥ ♥ ♥

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micheswife · 3 years

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Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

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hangekitty · 3 years

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Hiii, I wanted to ask if you could write a f!Hange x fem!reader one shot where the reader is outside the Walls for a mission. Usually hange would be with them being their Partner and everything but for some reason can't. So when they come back they stand in the front row and search for their girlfriend but can't see her and the group is so much smaller so they already know what happend and there is only one thought in their head something like...nonono this is not happening right now.... a few days later a small group stands before the Walls and explain that they got seperated from their group when Titans attacked but managed to hide, find their horses and ride back at night. The reader goes to Hange and finds them in their shared room. Broken and hopeless, ready to give up and when the reader starts talking they think they are going crazy but when she touches them they realize that the reader is real and alive and just throws themselves at her and very gentle smut and fluff happens.

Okay sorry for my english and this was way too long😅

But I hope you decide to write this and if you do thank you soo much❤❤

Hange x f!Reader - Lost without you

Oh my I loved writing this. The thought of a grieving Hange is too much so I’m glad this is contains fluff and smut! Shoutout to @sweetfaun for grammar and editing checks! 🌸

Genre: fluff, smut, 18+

Warnings: subtle mention of suicide, fingering, tribbing

Word count: 3417

A/N: I listened to the “falling in love with Hange Zöe” playlist on Spotify by ObviouslyMoss whilst writing this if anyone is interested. I might keep music a running theme on my work. AFAB Hange - I may have accidentally made them a bit softer than usual but come on they are a big softie.

The life of a soldier in the scout regiment is one of duty and dedication. At any moment you could be asked to give up your heart, your life, and your soul for humanity. It is strongly advised that upon becoming a scout you are to leave behind all personal feelings and relationships as there is a possibility you will lose everything in a blink of an eye. This is something that is easier said than done, as despite the consequences each soldier is still only human.

Regardless of any warnings, there was no stopping squad leader Hange Zoe falling for their fellow squad leader – you. Perhaps it was the way you laughed with them, or how you helped them with their elaborate experiments, or maybe that one time you convinced Hange to shower with you. Hange was smitten, and fortunately so were you. Only the Gods knew what Hange would do without you, and if they were ever to lose you…. It simply wasn’t worth thinking about. You were everything to them, their reason to be alive; so, if there ever was a day that you were no more it would feel as if Hange had lost their entire world.

The two of you had dated for little over a year. The way in which Hange had asked if their feelings for you were reciprocated was adorable. They had thought to surprise you by naming the four titans being held in captivity ‘Will, Yew, Bee and, Myne’. Moblit had assisted with the entire thing, having taken the time to write up each name on an individual plaque and arranging them accordingly. Hange had everything set up, ready and waiting for when you were leaving a meeting and had sent Moblit to escort you back to the research labs. Upon your arrival, Hange grabbed your hand and excitedly announced that they had successfully caught four titans for experimentation. As you looked upon them, noticing the quaint plaques that featured a tidy penmanship – you assumed it must belong to Moblit, as Hange’s scrawl was illegible at the best of times.

“Will…. Yew…. Bee…Myne?” You read aloud and before you even had the time to process the play on words, Hange let out an astounding “Yes, of course I will!” and wrapped themself around you. Admittedly, you were confused at first, but you soon caught on and admitted your feelings for real.

From that point, you were always together. Whether it was on expeditions or within the lab, it was a rarity to see you two together. Commander Erwin had granted you permission to share a room together. Fortunately, so, as the constant charades of having to sneak into each other’s rooms at night were beginning to get exhausting. Soon it had got to the point where sharing your space with Hange had become second nature, and that you were unable to sleep without them by your side.

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It was the Summer of 849, and Erwin had organised an unexpected expedition. It hadn’t been that long since the last and you wondered why there was such a rush to go beyond the walls once again in such a short period of time. The unexpected nature of Erwin’s plans meant that Hange wasn’t able to attend this expedition on account of two titans that were being held in the research facilities. Hange had named them Charles and Domery – peculiar names, but that was to be assumed of Hange Usually you would be expected to assist Hange with their research, however on this occasion your presence on the field was required due to you being a Squad Leader.

“It’s just two days, sweetheart,” you cooed as the both of you rested in bed. You were sat up, lounging back within the abundance of pillows, whilst Hange’s head rested in your lap as you attempted to hush them asleep by stroking their hair. Despite your attempts, it was inevitable that Hange would spend a majority of the night lying awake due to the anxiety pooling in their stomach. You two were practically joined at the hip by now, and every time you had to separate Hange found themselves unable to sleep. They had wrapped their arms around your leg, hugging it tighter with every minute that passed. They were so scared of losing you, and so any moment they had left with you they wanted to stay conscious.

“But, y/n, I won’t be with you,” Hange whined, the irregular softness of their voice tugging at your heartstrings. This was always the worst part of the job – having to leave your loved ones behind, unsure whether or not you would ever see them again. However, it was important. You had to do this for the sake of humanity; it’s what both you and Hange had understood and had committed to upon signing up for the Survey Corp. Sometimes you wished you could just run away together and leave it all behind. You cup Hange’s face in your hands, delicately stroking their soft cheeks with the pads of your thumb.

“I know, my sweet, I know. I’ll be okay, I promise,”.

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Despite their being an air of doubt in their mind, Hange believed that you would keep your promise of returning unharmed. Whenever Hange was unable to attend an expedition, they were sure to stand in the front row of bystanders that were awaiting the return of the scouts. Five squads had left just two days ago, but it seemed that only three had successfully returned today.

“Erwin… Levi… Miche… Gelgar,” Hange listed off as they could see their companions passing through the gates. Their eyes frantically darted through the hoard to see whether you had snuck in, to see whether they had simply missed your arrival. Panic began coursing through their veins, but it soon began to settle as a majority of your squad came into view. Evidently, the group was smaller than when you had initially left for the expedition; and the remaining members were beaten and brushed – with one unfortunate soldier missing both an arm and a leg.

“No no no nonononono, this isn’t right. Where is she?!” Was all Hange could think. Blind panic took over, and Hange found themselves moving towards one of your squad members and demanded to know where you were.

“Where is y/n? Where is she?” Hange practically screamed. The looks on everyone’s face was grim; this wasn’t looking good at all.

“We were separated. The last we saw of Squad Leader y/n they were fighting off an abnormal. We waited for them at our usual checkpoint, but no one came”. One dishevelled soldier finally answered. At this point, Hange decided to just leave immediately – not even bothering to welcome their friends back. They crawled into your shared bed, curling in on themselves and taking hold of the sheets. Tears fell down their face as they attempted to conceal a painful, horrifying wail.

“This can’t be happening” they whimpered “You promised,”.

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A couple of days later, Hange was still in the bedroom. The numbness they felt only allowed them to drink something that Levi bought in every few hours. He never said anything during these visits, only sitting on the bed with Hange for a while and then silently taking his leave.

Despite the agonising feeling in their heart, Hange still found it funny how they’d gone from being unable to sleep without your presence to continuously sleeping throughout the days. Perhaps it was as close as they could get to being with you, as you had seemingly passed into the next realm. Or perhaps it was just a sad coping mechanism as being awake felt far too painful. They were on the edge of just giving up and considering finding a new life away from the scout regiment. Admittedly Hange had felt disappointed in themselves, having allowed themselves to develop feeling and leaving them vulnerable to heartache. Through the darkest moments, they considering just ending it all in order to be reunited with you.

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What Hange hadn’t realised is that you and the rest of the squad had returned days after everyone else. Albeit you were all looking a little worse for wear, but overall, you were okay. Upon hearing of your arrival Moblit had immediately sought after you. He clutched your hands into his own. A worried expression was painted across his face.

“y/n, you’re okay! What happened?”

“We were intercepted by titans and my squad had to split. We had no choice but to hide and wait until it was safe for us to come back. We all had to find and gather our horse – it wasn’t an easy feat. Then we had to ride back home during the night. I’m sorry we worried you”. You let out an exasperated sigh. Being a squad leader was difficult, made even more so by being left out in the field with no food or water.

Upon receiving news of your arrival home, Levi and Erwin had come to the courtyard with a few others, all armed with bread and water hoping to nourish both you and your squad.

“y/n, you’re alright” Levi began. Despite his apathetic face, he was pleased to see you. Before allowing you to gulp down your water he placed a firm grasp on your shoulder and looked at you directly. “Please let Four Eyes know you’re okay. They’re not doing too good, and it’s been quiet without them.”

You choke on your water upon hearing this. Oh Gods, how you have fretted about Hange and how sick with worry and anxiety they’d be. Honestly, you’d half expected them to rush out and greet you. However, you already knew that Hange had probably assumed the worst and went straight into mourning. Feeling a burning sensation in your throat as tears began to prick your eyes, you excused yourself from your captain – determined to not cry in front of him. Despite the deep exhaustion you were feeling, pure determination allowed you to rush back to your living quarters and towards your own bedroom.

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Once you reach the entrance to your room, you have half a mind to slam open the door and leap straight onto the bed where you assumed Hange was currently laying. You imagined planting them with a million kisses, but you knew you had to take a gentler approach than that. When Hange was feeling fragile, all they needed was a soft touch.

You opened the door a little, only to be met with a groan.

“No thank you Captain, please leave me alone,” Hange muttered, curling in on themselves even more. Oh, how hollow their voice sounded, full of sorrow and guilt.

“Hange?” You gently called out. Immediately their head turned towards you. Was it really you? “I’m here, darling.”

Hange shot up immediately, staring at your face and drinking in your presence. You were smiling, ready to give them a hug, but Hange’s face wasn’t that of love but instead one of panic and confusion.

“No no, you aren’t real. I know you’re not there; you’re gone! My brain must be having a breakdown I- “

You interrupt their murmurings and reach forward to take hold of Hange’s hand, placing in onto your chest directly over your heartbeat. Their eyes dart between your face and their own hand. You could feel them trembling under your touch until realisation had set in.

“y/n, it’s really you!”. Their eyes began welling with tears, causing you to begin crying all over again. This time, however, it was with a smile. Hange lunged forward and held you tight to their body.

“WAAAAHHH!” They yelled out before tackling you to the bed, crying and wailing the whole time. “Y/N YOU’RE OKAY! YOU’RE OKAY!” they repeated, not realising you were practically suffocating under their intense grip on you. There they were arms around your chest and stomach whilst rubbing their face into your neck and squirming with pure joy.

“Hange!” you giggled “Hange, I can’t breathe!”. A little alarmed, Hange let go a little and positioned you in front of them. They cupped your face with both hands, smiling at you before kissing you intently. You would have thought it would be as rough as passionate as the hugs had been, but instead this kiss was gentle and meaningful. Hange pulled away and their eyes began studying your face.

“How…What happened?” They asked, their voice gentle and soft.

“Some abnormal titans had us cornered. We had to hide and then find our horses again. We couldn’t ride home until nightfall the following day, but I’m back now. I’m safe”

That was all the words Hange had needed to hear before pulling you into another gentle kiss. Whilst you were lost in such contentment, Hange reached down to touch your thigh; earning themself an excited yelp just because they took their chance and pushed further to stick their tongue into your mouth. This gentle, romantic kiss gradually became one that was more desperate, steamier. Their hands wandered down your body, touching every inch possible as if they still weren’t completely convinced you were real.

Hange pulled away, looking up and down your body with a mischievous look in their eye. Although you were tired, you felt an immense desire to just be taken there and then – to connect your bodies and become one. And how could you resist with the face Hange was giving you in that moment? They moved down your body, planting kisses and gentle nips whilst removing any fabric that they met along the way.

“It must have been tough out there,” Hange began as they removed their shirt – their binder soon following. “I missed you greatly,”

“I…I missed you too Ha-“ Your train of thought was interrupted as Hange began nibbling at your thighs. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks as their dark brown eyes met yours.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now lay back and let me reward you for being a brave little soldier,” Hange purred before diving headfirst in between your thighs, laying further kisses and kitten licks at your soft, sensitive flesh. If Hange was to have glanced up to your face, they would have seen the stars in your eyes - your face to full of love and admiration. And it was all for them.

Noticing as Hange was getting close to your wet pussy, you shook yourself out of your trance. Panic shot through you, and you held a rather surprised Hange’s face in your palms.

“I…I don’t think I want that. I have only just got back and I…” You could barely finish your sentence. You were embarrassed. Several days of fighting titans without any opportunity to efficiently clean yourself had left you feeling self-conscious. Hange cocked their head to the side. You could see the cogs turning in their head as they worked out what exactly the issue was.

“Oh! Don’t worry, you’re absolutely fine. But if you don’t want that…” Hange lifted themselves above you, cupping you through your underwear. “Would something like this make you more comfortable?”. They smirked as you let out a squeak before nodding eagerly.

Hange leaned in, laying hungry kisses against you as they played with your clothed clit. The whines you let out against their mouth only made them increase the pressure through the fabric of your underwear, and you could feel their smirks as they did so. As Hange’s mouth travelled further south to latch onto a pert nipple they took the opportunity to slip a couple of things through the elastic of your underwear, stroking along your folds and now aching nub. You attempted to cross your legs at the sensation as you were already beginning to feel worked up and sensitive. Amused by your squirms, Hange let out a small giggle and moved their free hand towards your other nipple. You could already feel a build-up, a hot and heavy sensation as your lower abandon appeared to coil and tighten. They then slipped two digits inside of you, ensuring their thumb remained circling on your clit as they arched their fingers inside of you. Your soft moans became deep and shaky, you were sure you were getting close to your release.

“Hange~” you purred. Your words were golden to your lover, and you could feel them relentlessly pick up the pace until you reached out to pull their hand away from you.

“y/n?” Hange asked breathlessly against your chest.

“I want to try something together,” you cooed. Hange looked at you, their face both full of lust and curiosity. You began to reposition yourself, so you were now over Hange. Giving a cheeky grin, you pulled down their trousers and underwear. You then quickly whipped off your own underwear, leaving the both of you completely naked with no barriers between your skin. Manoeuvring Hange onto their back, guiding them to rest upon the abundance of soft cushions at the top of the bed, you nudged their knees apart to reveal their glistening sex. Hange was already wet and raring to go ahead with whatever you had planned. After a few strokes of your fingers against their folds, you positioned yourself between their thighs so that your own pussy was aligned with theirs. You reached your lips forward to suck and lick Hange’s tanned nipples before pressing yourself against them, rocking your hips back and forth; your clits throbbing as your slick rubbed against each other.

Whilst still sucking at Hange’s breast you reached under them and pressed their back up, increasing the pleasure below. It was a strange position, something you two hadn’t tried before, but neither of you were complaining. Undeniably, this level of intimacy was appreciated considering recent events. You couldn’t help but moan out, and you shot a look up towards Hange’s face which was contorted in pleasure as they let our their own breathy moans. To add to the intensity, you slipped one hand between the two of you, stroking your fingers against either of your clits. You turned your focus onto Hange, although both of you were feeling incredibly sensitive.

“I love you; I love you,” you moaned. You could feel the knot within your tummy releasing, and you clamped your eyes tight shut and moved to mark Hange’s neck with dark bruises. With a few more thrusts of your hips Hange soon released against your own fingers, letting out a shrill wail as they did so. You held Hange in a tight embrace, arms wrapped desperately against each other as if you never wanted to let go and basked within each other’s post-orgasm glow.

After your breaths levelled out and you calmed down, you flopped to Hange’s side on the bed. You scooted over, bringing their back against your chest as you spooned them. Continuing to wrap them tight in your embrace, you left quick desperate kisses against their throat whilst letting out soft words of affirmation against their skin.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Hange sighed, squeezing your hands as they rested against their chest. You left a gentle kiss against the back of their head and nuzzled into the crook of their neck.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, I never want to put you in that position again,” You said, beginning to stroke at Hange’s hair. You wiggled further up the bed and laid Hange’s head onto your lap once again. As you looked down at them you felt nothing but pure adoration. However, as Hange looked up at you you could see the beginnings of tears in those big brown eyes. They gave your hand a soft squeeze.

“Please tell me you’re going to stay for the next experiment. If you don’t I’ll just have to fight Erwin to keep you for myself,” they exclaimed, all traces of previous sadness now gone from their face as they punched their arms into the air.

“I promise I’ll stay. Anything for you, my titan crazed maniac,”. You planted a soft kiss against their forehead and relaxed back into the pillows. “We really should shower though”.

“Do we have to?” Hange groaned against your lap, barely audible against your legs. Even now you were convinced Hange was hydrophobic, but you knew exactly how to lure them into a warm clean shower.

“I mean, we could shower together?” you said, your voice sounding tempting. This clearly piqued Hange’s interest as they looked up with a cheeky grin.

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angel-tries-to-write · 2 years

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Not so happily ever after

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan Rating: Teen and up Pairing: Miche Zacharias x Nanaba Word count: 2152 Genre: domestic fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

There was time when Nanaba thought that motherhood was rough, but full of love and happiness. That was before postpartum depression ruined her life. Luckily Miche knows what to do.

Nanaba knew that maternity had never been an easy thing to do. Maybe she lacked personal experience, as her own mother wasn't a particularly good example, of a mother, but she had Levi's mom, then her friend Nifa, even Hanji, who knew enough about biology to be helpful. So ever since she had found out she was pregnant, and she and Miche decided to accept that fate, Nana had had a lot of time to get ready for being a mother. In theory, at least, because in reality working two full time jobs was giving a very little opportunities to actually learn about pregnancy and parenthood. Even when she finally could quit her job at the restaurant and became a No Name's manager, her duties were so time consuming, that it was a miracle when she could take some rest. Speaking of mental rest, of course, because physically she was resting a lot, especially in the later stages of her pregnancy, when the baby grew big enough to make walking and sitting uncomfortable. Then there were some complications with her health, which resulted in her having to wait for the childbirth in the hospital due to stress, so only then, when by doctor's order she had to leave all of her work to Erwin, Nana had the time to actually read some parenting books, instead of flipping through them. So when the time had come and she went into a labor, she was more or less prepared.

It turned out it was less, her labor wasn't progressing and an emergency c-section was needed to save the baby's life. That really crushed her. Of course, the most important thing was that their beautiful baby girl — whom they decided to name Flora — was strong and healthy, but being unable to deliver her without the medical intervention was one of the things which really affected Nana's mental health. She felt guilty. She felt like she had failed as a mother and as a woman. She needed two weeks until she could function relatively normally. Relatively, because — as she was told — the full process of recovery during the postpartum period could last approximately six weeks.

What no one told her, however, was that her mental health would drop significantly during that time. It wasn't surprising though, the situation she was placed in wasn't something she was easily able to adapt to. She felt physically terrible, she experienced a lot of pain, because of the wound obviously, but even breastfeeding turned out to be more challenging than she first expected it to be. So she ended up with very sore breasts, heavy with milk, and sensitive, hurting nipples as well. Her whole body in general looked and felt way worse than what she was used to. Stretch marks, loose skin, still big belly that had no intention in becoming flat again and eternal exhaustion were making every glare in the mirror painful and repulsing. Not to mention she was bleeding all the time, because her body was cleaning out after pregnancy, so she felt dirty and uncomfortable all the time.

On top of that — and this was probably the worst thing of all, which made her feel really down — she wasn't miraculously flooded with love for her baby. It was supposed to happen the moment she was given her child, that was was what she had always heard. The love for her baby was supposed to be something that would make her forget all the pain and discomfort of labor. But nothing like that happened, she looked at her baby and she couldn’t feel anything. Of course, she would never want anything bad to happen to her newborn daughter, she didn’t hate her. She was indifferent, empty, it was nothing.

Another thing that was making her feel worse, was seeing Miche, who was totally nailing being a father. He was doing everything, literally, because Nanaba was lying in bed most of the time, unable to do anything. So taking care of baby Flora, taking care of Nanaba and keeping their house relatively functioning was all on Miche. Of course, they weren’t left on their own, their friends were visiting every two or three days, just like a few months prior they were doing the same thing for Moblit and Nifa, and their help was priceless. But also it all was making Nanaba feel worse, because she expected herself to do everything, but in fact she could do nothing, which made her feel like an utter disappointment.

When she finally felt good enough to get out of bed and function relatively normally, she felt only slightly better and only a little less guilty that Miche didn’t have to do everything on his own. She knew he didn’t feel particularly good with having all those responsibilities, but not even once he had complained about it. And that made Nanaba feel deeply grateful and enamored with her husband, but she also blamed herself for everything.

What she hadn’t thought about was that Miche wasn’t dumb. He knew perfectly what was happening to his wife, but he himself needed some time to get familiar with this new situation that the birth of their daughter had created. It took him a little over two weeks, roughly the same amount of time Nanaba needed to recover after c-section. And when they did, he knew it was time to do something because his responsibilities and Nana’s terrible mood and well-being made their relationship suffer. They weren’t living with each other anymore, they lived next to each other. And of course, the baby was important, but after two weeks it was the high time for the new parents to do something for themselves.

“She’s asleep?” Miche asked, seeing his wife leaving their daughter’s room. Nanaba didn’t say a word, she just nodded. “Good. Come on” he reached his hand and took hers.

“Where?” she asked weakly, looking at him with tired eyes.

“We’ll take a shower.”

“What about Flora?” Nana asked with uncertainty.

“She’s asleep. She’ll be fine. And we could use a moment for each other” he gave his wife a quick kiss and pulled her to the bathroom. “Don’t worry, we have this” he said, grabbing a baby monitor. “We’ll know if something happens, but I’m convinced it won’t.”

“You can’t know for sure.”

“Of course not, but I believe we deserve some rest.”

Nana sighed and let Miche pull her to the bathroom. She watched him undress but she made no move to do the same. Her body looked so different that she was too reluctant to show it. Fortunately her husband knew what to do and didn’t care at all about any potential insecurities.

“Come here” he said softly and started to unbutton her stretched, oversized shirt. She averted her eyes, convinced he would be disappointed by what he was going to see. “Don’t be ashamed. You look beautiful as usual” he said with a warm smile.

“I don’t look beautiful. I don’t feel beautiful” she protested, but allowed him to undress her. She trusted him after all.

“You just look different, but still beautiful, my love” Miche reassured his beloved wife, pulled her under the warm stream of water on hope it would help her relax.

“So different I don't feel like myself anymore” she admitted. Nanaba had never had a particularly high self esteem, but after the childbirth in decreased even more. No wonder she kept talking and thinking that way.

“It's okay, you just need some time. Your body has changed so much, because it did something incredible. Nanaba, you made our baby. It was a great thing to do, took a lot of effort and a lot of changes. You can't expect to look still the same.”

“But I didn't think the changes would go this far and that going back to normal would take this long.”

“It's not long, it takes exactly as long as it should. You were pregnant for nearly a year, did you expect to go back to the state you were in before in one day?” he asked and she said nothing, but he hoped she would think about it. “How long does a postpartum period last?” he asked suddenly.

“You know this” she answered quietly.

“I do, but I want you to say it. So?” he watched her, waiting patiently. Nanaba sighed, giving up.

“About six weeks.”

“How long ago did you give birth?”

“Two weeks” she said like it was difficult for her to admit it.

“Which means you have about a month more to recover, right?”

“Fine. You won” she sighed.

“I don't want to win, I want you to understand that you can't rush your body. You have to accept that some things take time and it's never good to rush them. It would be unhealthy and very bad if your postpartum lasted for too short” he explained. His wife was looking at him for a moment.

“Alright. But how will you explain the fact that I don't love our baby?” she asked, ashamed of even saying it out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone kept saying that after the childbirth I would feel a lot of love for my child and that love would make me forget all the pain and effort. But it didn't happen. It's been two weeks and I still don't feel anything” she answered. Miche remained silent for a moment, he reached for the shampoo, squeezed out a bit and started washing his wife's hair. “Please, say something” Nanaba pleaded, her voice breaking with emotions.

“Oh, sorry. I'm just thinking if I've ever read about it.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? Of course not, why would I be mad?”

“Because I was supposed to love Flora, but when I look at her, I feel nothing. Obviously I don't want anything bad to happen to her, but I don't feel that overflowing love.”

“Nana, how long did it take for you to fall for me?” he asked finally, realizing what to say.

“What? What does it have to do with anything?” she asked with surprise, not understanding what he meant by this.

“Everything. You have trust issues, my love, you need time to form a bond with someone. You can't love Flora, because you simply don't know her and you can't love someone you don't know” he said. Nanaba stared at him with shock.

“She's my daughter, Miche, how can I not know her?” she asked, not quite convinced to her husband's point.

“But do you know her interests? Passions? Dreams? What she likes or dislikes? Do you know how is she like?”

“She's a baby.”

“She's another human being. Of course, we made her, but she's an individual, completely different person than us. And we needed a lot of time to get to know each other. She doesn't know us too. I'm sorry to say it, my love, but with your past it's understandable that you need more time to get to know people and you have to actively learn to trust them” he explained. Nanaba blinked a few times. Miche was right, his perspective was something new, something she hadn't thought about.

“So... You're saying that it's all a matter of time?” she asked with uncertainty, she was clearly thinking intensively about his words.

“Yes. You need time to get to know her, to form a bond with her, just like you did with me, Hanji, Erwin and everyone else.”

Nanaba stared at her beloved husband with shock. She was so drowned in her sadness and misery, that she forgot to think about the basic reasons of her feelings. What Miche told her was explaining everything. She had a hard time trusting people indeed, especially those she didn't know, which was caused by her traumatic experiences.

“Do you really think that when I get to know Flora I'm going to feel that motherly love I'm supposed to experience?” she asked with hesitation.

“Most likely. And if not, well, it's alright to ask for a professional help. Anything you need to feel better is okay” he smiled and kissed her.

Nanaba smiled as well, her husband really showed her a way to stop worrying, he gave her a very logical explanation of her behavior and feelings. This shower also helped to soothe her sore body, she felt much more relaxed and more at peace than before.

“Thank you, Miche” she said looking at the love of her life and for the first time in weeks her sad, tired eyes were shining with hope.

“You don't have to thank me. That's the least I can do for you, my love” he reassured her, turning the water off, reaching for the towels and wrapped first his wife, then himself. “Come on” he said, drying her off. “If we hurry, we might have some time for a little nap.”

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #my fic #mike zacharias #nanaba #mikenana

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moonyy-writes · 3 years

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Hi moony, can I request some plain n simple Miche fluff 🥺 you’re the best I hope you have a lovely day

hiii i’m sorry this took ages for me to answer, i struggled with figuring out what to write for this but i like what i came up with now :))

You propped your head up on your chin, zoning out completely. Your eyes scanned the room until it found who you were looking for. Miche. You watched as he laughed at something Hange was telling him, how his shoulders shook and his head was thrown back. Almost gracefully. Everything about him was like that.

“Hellooo, earth to y/n.”

“Hmm?” You blinked.

“You zoned out on us,” Nanaba pointed out.

“Oh, oops.” You shrugged as you took a bite of your food.

“What were you staring at anyway?” Gelgar asked.

“Nothing, just got lost in thought.”

“Are you sure? Cause it really seemed like you were staring at-“ You shoved your hand over his mouth.

“Don’t talk so loud.”

“Why? Do you like somebody?” Nanaba teased.

“No.” You squeaked out, face burning red.

“She does!” They both laughed at you.

“Sooo, who is it?” Gelgar questioned.

You shook your head, refusing to answer any of the questions.

A chair scraped on the ground and you heard a group of people walking out of the room. Your eyes followed them as they left.

“No. No!” Nanaba laughed. “Oh my god, you like Miche?”

“Shhh!! Tell the whole dining hall while you’re at it!”

“Tell the whole dining hall what?”

You jumped at the sound of the voice.

“Oh! Hey, Miche.” Gelgar smirked.

“Uh, hey.” He awkwardly waved, leaning over you. “I just forgot my jacket.”

You felt frozen as his arm brushed around your shoulder. Gelgar and Nana smirked at you.

Miche paused before gesturing to the door, “Uh, I’ll see you later at training.”

You waited until he was fully through the door before turning back to Nana and Gelgar with a shrug. “So what if I happen to have a teeny tiny little crush on him?”

“You know, y/n” Gelgar started casually, cutting into his food. “Maybe if you stopped staring and actually talked to him you’d have a chance.”

You groaned. “I can’t! He’s a captain and I’m just a cadet, it would be weird.”

Gelgar pointed at you with his knife. “Only if you make it weird. Honestly you have a chance, this dude is definitely single.”

“Exactly! So I’d just talk to him.” Nana encouraged.

You stood with your tray. “No, I’m fine with where it’s at and I’m not changing it.”

Before they could answer you dumped your tray and walked out the room. You stomped down to the training grounds and slumped against a tree with your eyes closed.

“Tired already? Training hasn’t even started!”

You peeked an eye open and straightened up quickly upon seeing who it was. “Oh, Captain Miche!”

“Stand down, cadet,” Miche said with a laugh. “It’s just us two, you can relax.”

You stiffly nodded, leaning against the tree once more. Miche sat next to you and looked off into the bare field where training would soon take place.

After a few moments of silence, he turned to you. “You know, y/n, I like being around you. You’re one of the more bearable cadets.”

“Uhh, thank you?”

Miche barked out a laugh. “God that sounds horrible. I meant like you work hard and you uh, nevermind..”

He trailed off and you turned to look at him fully. “And?”

Miche shrugged. “It’s not important.”

You raised a brow at how he was acting. Seemingly very flustered though you couldn’t figure out why.

He turned and you both made eye contact. You felt your face flush, but you couldn’t look away. A small smile crept its way onto Miche’s face. Neither of you said anything as time slowed and you both kept looking at each other. The smile on Miche’s face seemed to only get wider.

You finally looked away, the heat in your cheeks becoming too overwhelming. “Why are you staring?”

“‘Cause you’re beautiful.”

Your breath stuttered for a second as you registered what he had said. Never in a million years would you have imagined he’d say that.

You felt his hand on your chin as he directed your face towards his. He still had that smile on his face as he took in your flustered appearance.

His hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You sighed contentedly and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

“I always thought you liked me,” Miche mumbled. “I just figured I was imagining things.”

You groaned as you pulled your face from his hands and covered it with your own. “Ugh that’s so embarrassing.”

“Wait so you did like me?” Miche asked with a wide grin.

You nodded from behind your hands. “Everyone knew it too.”

Miche laughed and gently pried your hands off, revealing a red-faced you. “Everyone except me apparently.”

You looked everywhere except him, trying not to get embarrassed all over again. Until he put his hands on your cheeks and made you look at him. “Sooo, is that what Nana and Gelgar were talking about when I came over?”

You nodded the best you could with your face being in his hands.

Miche chuckled, “I should’ve known, you three looked guilty about something.” He smiled at you before leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I swear you’re too cute-“

A loud whistle rang throughout the yard and people began streaming out of the dining hall and lining up.

Miche let go and stood, holding out a hand and helping you up. He brushed your hair behind your ear with a smile. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

#moony-writes #mike aot fanfic #mike zacharias fanfic #mike z #miche zacharias #miche zacharius x reader #miche aot #aot fanfic #aot oneshot #aot fluff #mike fluff #miche aot fluff #miche fluff

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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Hellow! Love your drabbles 😳 I saw your reqs were open for Shouto-kun: so can I ask a Drabble in which the reader is crushing on Shoto but feels completely unworthy of him, notably because she's from a very lower condition, something people often remind her while telling how Momo and him would make the perfect couple, because they're both from higher condition.. While reader is admittedly a hard-working person but has always been bullied for her modest origins? If you feel inspired ;o thanks :3

if i was a rich girl, yeah gwen stefani said that too

pairing: shoto todoroki x reader

little bit of angst? fluff!

warnings: self issues?? curse words??? not a warning but bakugou is reader’s best friend. also memories are in italics

plot: you couldn’t help comparing yourself to yaomomo, and clearly, your classmates comments didn’t help at all

notes: aaaa tysm i can’t believe this is my first request hopefully i did justice you your amazing idea! sorry for the delay i was in my last week b4 holiday vacation, hope you enjoy!

“i’m just sayin, todoroki and momo would definitely would look as an amazing couple wouldn’t they?”

it was kaminari’s words that were the final drop that broke the glass.

no, don’t misunderstand the situation, yaoyorozu was one of the sweetest, loveliest and most intelligent girls you’ve ever met.

but also one of the richest.

see, the thing is that you were not born in a “i have it all” family type of environment. you lived well, yes. but it’s for sure that your family did struggle way too many times in their way of spending money.

that’s why when you got into UA tears couldn’t stop falling through your face, you were finally able to do something about that. you always wanted to become the greatest hero, you thought that being able to rescue people from danger was the most selfless thing to do, you were familiar with that, so ever since you were little that was your goal. and besides that, you wanted to help you family so they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

also because of that your friendship with uraraka was a great one. you understood what was like to face little things that the others didn’t, and you suddenly became close that you almost considered her a sister.

she was the most important friend to you, well, along with other person.

your eyes started itching, currently at the common room table where you and your friends were having dinner.

kaminari was on the sofa among with bakugou and mina, but it was easy to hear them. so that comment took everyone’s attention, even shouto’s.

“i mean you are not wrong” asido agreed, excited they finally were talking about romance in that boring school. “can you imagine how rich the todomomo’s family would be?”

“todomomo?” todoroki asked visibly confused.

“a ship name! for you and yaoyorozu!” she answered

your eyes were a little bit red now, and the knot on your throat was growing more everytime you looked over to see shouto’s expression.

uraraka noticed this, so she gently placed her hand over yours. how could she handle the situation?

“she’s so fancy!” you overheared some girls in the cafeteria drooling over the way that momo seated.

“i can’t believe this is her whole house” jirou exclaimed cheerfully when you visited her to study form an exam.

“an intelligent girl is always a classy girl” you listened kirishima while he looked stunned the way yaoyorozu handled, not only professional but also gracefully, a mistaken order at the cafeteria.

you always admired the way she was because of her origin, not in a bad way but you were obviously impressed, and if you were honest with yourself, sometimes it made you feel small.

but until now you never thought about this new insecurity, one that came up with the fact that todoroki and momo would actually look great together.

you tried to take those thoughts away, but your dear classmates were not helping at all.

the rambling of momo being a super match to shouto was getting louder and louder every second to you.

“think about it!”

“so when is the first date happening uh todoroki” kaminari still teased.

“but” midoriya interrupted “you know uhm wouldn’t it matter the way todoroki-kun actually feels about momo”

you stared at him.

but you finally had it when you spotted a slight red tint on todoroki’s face.

he was blushing.

“uh..” todoroki’s face was absolutely fuzzy. what could he say?

“i have to go” you announced way more loud than you expected, with a broken voice only two people were able to decipher.

bakugou took over a glance to you, knowing well what was going to happen next, with a tired groan he yelled. “well done idiots”

you ran out of the common room and took the elevator to go you your room.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“be careful” a voice said over your shoulder while grabbing your back before you touched the ground.

you looked above just to find a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes. and also a half red and half white hair type of thing. you were embarrassed that being your first day at school you were already tripping with everything. but fortunately he catched you right before something disastrous happened.

“come on, on the first day? if you have something to tell me god do it right now!” you remembered saying yo the sky. “that was weird, i’m sorry, (l/n) (y/n), sorry for bothering you but thanks for saving me” you laughed.

“do you think god would take my complaints along with yours?” he asked serious, was that his way of making a joke? “todoroki shouto” you smiled.

“DON’T GIVE UP!” you remembered yelling from the bleachers at the sports festival “YOU OWE US!”

todorki heard you from above during his fight with bakugou. he saw you there, almost crying and although he did not understand why were you so invested on it, that gave him the extra strength to stand up to bakugou at least for a little more minutes.

“did you know that seahorses once they find their mate they keep it for life?” you randomly said one day while eating lunch with him. currently doing some extra work so you could be ar least on top 10 of your class “how romantic is that, right todoroki-kun?”

he glanced at you, confused but still admiring. you knew so many things that it was actually impressive to him. he didn’t know why but that day, his heart skipped a bit.

if i was a rich girl, na na na na na na na na na na na, see i’d have all the money in the world if i was a wealthy girl.

“if i was a rich girl”, yeah gwen stefani said that too you thought.

the song may seem stupid but your current mood made you put in on speaker.

if i was a rich girl i’d sure have a chance you thought too

“so i guess i do have a crush on him huh” you admitted to yourself.

“about time you made it, idiot” you heard bakugou say “was it hard playing dumb all this time? i mean it’s in your blood”

he was standing at your door arms crossed with that awfully big brother look on his face. you rolled your eyes.

“is it hard messing around being a dickhead? i mean it’s in your blood”

“well you shouldn’t be using that language in front of your lover boy” he said.

“what the fuck are you talking about-”

your body stopped working when he pulled out todoroki out of the wall letting him come out at sight.

the icyhot boy had his hands in his pockets giving that gorgeous look. you blushed, how could he do nothing and still look good?

“why are you feeling this way?” he abruptly asked.

“todoroki-kun?...”

“i’m not dumb, whenever she’s around you act so self conscious” he began “what’s worse is that i see you working so hard everyday but you are so blind that you don’t see what i see”

if anybody could hear the conversation, they would actually say that he was being rude, but you knew him he was just expressing his feelings, weird way tho.

“is it about the money? believe me, yaoyorozu is an incredible girl but you don’t have to compare yourself because how different she is to you in terms of money” your eyes were widened.

why was he talking so much all of a sudden?

“you don’t understand todo...”

“i know what it feels to mad, and seeing you this way it just does it to me over and over again. because everyone has their own opinion on perfect, but to me, you are that definition”

your heart froze at that last thing, his expression was so serious that if you weren’t listening carefully you would have thought that he was mad at you for any other reason. but that’s why you liked him so miches, deep down you understood shouto more than anyone else”

so you didn’t know any other answer that hug him in gratitude.

he was shocked, he never received some kind of display of pure love affection before.

but something in the way you did made him feel better. almost as if your hugs were some magical potion to the answer of everything he needed.

he felt so warm with you between his arms that he didn’t mind staying like this for a couple more minutes.

“wanna go out sometime?” your typical you started coming back again.

the confident and smart girl he learned to care about.

a soft smile crossed his face.

“anytime you want”

and so you thought, you did not have anything to worry about anymore.

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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Not Without Trying - Chapter 10

Summary: Reader and Levi’s relationship becomes more known while Reader gives him a surprise visit late at night.

LevixFem!Reader NSFW

Warnings: Sex, oral sex (m receiving), creampie

Word Count: ~ 4,000

The next day was going to be interesting after Hange walked in on them. Y/N woke up early and went to Levi’s room before anyone woke up. He was sitting at his desk working when she opened the door, he looked up.

“Everything okay?” He asked her, concerned.

“I had a feeling you’d be awake.” She walked over to him. “What are you working on?”

“Nothing too important.” He looked up at her, cheeks flushing a little as she sat on his desk next to him. It wasn’t light enough outside yet, being just before dawn. Levi had his fireplace lit giving the room a warm glow. They stared at each other, both waiting for the other to speak.

“There’s definitely a reason I came in here.” She smiled. “But now I’ve forgotten what that reason was.” Levi was slowly moving his hand closer to hers, inching his fingers until their pinkies were touching. Y/N still couldn’t believe what had happened the night before. Not just them talking about their relationship, but that kiss. Levi may lack experience, but he definitely picked things up quickly.

She felt her cheeks starting to flush and Levi stood up, leaning in towards her. He must have been thinking about the same thing, she thought. She moved her hands to his waist as he leaned in further, closing his eyes, lips about to touch…

“Hange!” She shouted and Levi pulled back, eyes moving to the door, but being confused when it was still closed. Y/N saw where he was looking. “Oh, no. I don’t mean that they’re here. Sorry, I mean that’s why I came here this early.”

“Because of Hange?” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Here I thought you wanted to see me.”

“No, no!” She interjected. “I did! I do want to see you. Dang, I really messed that up.” She chewed on her lip. “I will make it up to you, but first—”

“Hange… yes.” Levi sat back down in his chair, leaning back. “You know, I don’t actually care if they know what we’re doing. I don’t really care if anyone knows.” He rested his arms behind his head.

“Oh.” She definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Okay, then I guess there isn’t any issue.” She looked down. Levi watched her sulk and he scoffed at her.

“Are you upset that everything is okay?” He smiled and shook his head.

“No,” she started. “Not upset. I just wasn’t expecting you to be okay with it.”

“I’m never okay with people prying into my business.” He held her hands. “And I’m not doing this for Hange. Maybe I didn’t make this clear with how much I was struggling yesterday.”

“You were struggling quite a bit.” She laughed and he smiled at her. He stood up, still holding her hands.

“I really do have feelings for you and I want to see where this goes.” He leaned forward on his desk, getting closer to Y/N. “And don’t think I forgot about where we left off last night.” A small smile growing on his lips as he leaned closer.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” Y/N ducked out of the way, dodging his hold. She walked over to the wall, “We were somewhere around here, but in my room.” He smiled.

“Is that where we were?” he laughed dryly walking over to her.

“You were also sweating a bit more.” She joked and crossed her arms over her chest so he couldn’t grab her

“Was I?” He joked back and walked over to her, uncrossing her arms and using her elbows to throw her arms around his shoulders.

“You also had these sort of bedroom eyes where you looked like you wanted to eat me.” She emulated with her face, “It was very titan-like.”

That got a full laugh from him and she smiled, surprised that she had never heard him laugh like that before. He grabbed her waist to pull her closer, looking away until he stopped laughing.

They both pulled each other in to pick up where they left off the previous night. He pulled her face down a little as he leaned up, lips meeting just as they did before. Only this time he didn’t hesitate. This time he wasn’t careful. This time he knew what he wanted. He wanted more. This time he wanted all of Y/N.

He hungrily kissed her, pulling at her lips with his own, knowing her lips would be sore later. He pulled her face further down to his level, trying to reach everything he could then pushed her up against the wall trying to feel her body up against his.

Y/N was tall. She was a good 5 inches taller than Levi. This hasn’t bothered them at all yet. In fact, they never really noticed it. Until now. Y/N couldn’t get comfortable being blocked between the wall and Levi while craning her neck down to reach his lips. She tried her best until finally she pulled away and Levi let out a small whimper, then his eyes going wide.

“Did I hurt you?” He looked all over her arms and anything that hit the wall.

“No. No.” She chuckled. “I just think…” she walked over to the low desk, “Let’s try this.”

She sat herself on the desk and motioned for Levi to move toward her. As he approached, she grabbed his hands, faces finally lined up. She pulled him into her, spreading her legs until their bodies were flush against one another. He let out a small gasp and Y/N wasted no time in connecting their lips. This time she was the one hungry for more.

Levi had amazing lips. The small pout he wore most of the time never went unnoticed by Y/N. There were times she would catch herself just thinking about them when she was supposed to be doing paperwork. She would forget to listen when he would talk in meetings, watching his lips move as he spoke, memorizing the shapes they took with each sound. She would lose her mind watching him eat, the way his lips delicately wrapped around the fork.

The next time Levi opened his mouth to catch another one of her lips, she moved her tongue along the bottom and corner of his mouth then lightly pushed her tongue inside, searching for his tongue. His breath caught and he squeezed the extra skin at her waist. She waited and he began moving his tongue alongside hers. The kiss becoming wet and sloppy. She still wanted more.

Y/N placed her hands on Levi’s waist sneaking up his shirt and touching the soft skin just above his pants. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and started focusing her lips on his neck and jawline. The smell of his soap filling her lungs as she licked up any of the salty sweat that started beading while sucking on the skin just under his jaw.

“Y/N…” he breathed out a moan. Lifting her face to look at him, he looked deep into her lust-filled eyes knowing he must look the same.

“Am I moving too fast?”

“No.” He exhaled.

He couldn’t focus on anything with her hands on the bare skin of his back, her legs squeezing him so tightly pushing his growing erection into her, her swollen, red lips curled into a smile. He watched as she licked her lips, her tongue wetting the chapped skin. Her eyes were sparkling from the light of the fire, looking at him, waiting for him to make the next move.

“I—I… I think I’m—I… I lo—"

Knock! Knock!

Erwin walked into Levi’s office before they could separate.

“Levi, I had some—” he quickly looked away and Levi stepped to the side, standing next to Y/N who was still on the desk, wiping her mouth. “I’m sorry. I should have waited.”

“It’s fine.” Y/N hopped off the desk. “I need to get something to eat.” She walked out of the room, turning around to peak at Levi before she left. Erwin had made his way to the desk with his papers, but Levi’s eyes still hadn’t left Y/N.

Down in the mess hall, the majority of everyone was awake eating. Y/N grabbed some bread and sat with Miche and Hange who was deep in conversation with Moblit. She went back in the kitchen to grab some tea for her and Levi. Sitting back at the table, Hange noticed the two cups. Levi made his way down after ten minutes and sat next to Y/N. She pushed the tea towards him.

“Thanks.” He said taking a sip.

“You’re already making him tea…” Hange turned their focus over to them and rested their beaming face on their hand.

“I make him tea all the time.” Y/N smiled.

“Erwin wants to see us in fifteen minutes.” Levi told them.

One-by-one, they all made it to his office. Hange was first, sitting in their usual spot next to Erwin’s seat. Y/N went and took her usual spot near the back of the table, farthest from Erwin. Levi walked in behind her and stood there.

His usual spot was in between Hange and Miche. Shouldn’t I sit with Y/N now? He waited, thinking about it. If I change seats, Hange is definitely going to say something. Do I really care if they make a big deal about it? In the end, he decided that it didn’t matter and walked over to Y/N, taking the seat next to her.

“I knew it!” Hange nearly squealed, shaking their fists in front of them excitedly.

“Please don’t make a big deal about this.” Levi looked at them.

“I knew you would sit there after seeing you two last night. And the whole tea thing this morning. How long has it been going on?” They asked in a hushed voice, leaning over the table. Miche walked in and took his seat.

“What’s going on?” Miche asked.

“Can’t you smell it?” Hange turned to Miche, but then their eyes went right back to Y/N and Levi.

“Oh, Levi. You changed seats.” Miche noticed. “Is the smell over here? Is that why you moved?” Y/N snorted. “I don’t smell anything, normally I am really good at—"

“It’s love, Miche.” Hange informed. “The smell is love.”

“Hange, can you not?” Levi glared at them.

“I don’t smell it.” Miche sniffed the air.

“That’s because it’s on the other side of the table.” Hange pointed and Miche looked at Levi and Y/N.

“No…” Miche’s jaw dropped. “I thought you smelled different this morning. It actually happened?”

“What happened?” Erwin walked in, setting his things down in his spot.

“Levi and Y/N—” Hange started.

“He already knows… We spend so much time at these meetings talking about my personal life. Can we just skip today?” Y/N said, nearly rolling her eyes.

“At least you have a personal life.” Miche mumbled. “Can I at least get my shot after Erwin? He’s next, right? If things don’t work out with Levi.”

“Well technically, we sort of already—” Erwin started and everyone gasped.

“First of all, Miche, I am not being passed around the scouts. As much as it may seem that way.” Y/N glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender. “Secondly, we didn’t sort of already anything.” She looked at Erwin.

“You and Y/N dated??” Hange’s mouth was wide open staring at Erwin.

“NO! We definitely didn’t date. Tell them!” Y/N directed her attention to Erwin and then back to everyone else. “We did not date. No, absolutely did not date.”

“I’m starting to feel insulted.” Erwin commented to Y/N.

“It was barely anything at all.” She looked at him.

“Barely anything.” He agreed. It was silent for a little bit before Miche spoke up.

“So, I’m next then.” He smiled, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. Before Y/N could object, Erwin continued.

“We have another scouting mission coming up, “Erwin started. “But we also have a small mission recovering some books from a town just inside Wall Maria. They shouldn’t take more than a couple days. I’ve worked with Levi to put together the teams. Levi, Y/N and I will recover the book…”

“Big surprise,” Hange whispered loudly.

“And Hange and Miche, you both will scout the North. We leave tomorrow morning. Here is a list of the teams.” Erwin handed everything out and the meeting quickly ended.

…..

Later that night, when everyone went to bed, Y/N snuck over to Levi’s room. She knew he would be awake. It didn’t matter how little sleep she got, he was always awake when she was. She knocked on his door and quietly walked in. She turned to his desk, but didn’t see him. Her eyes looked over the room until she spotted him sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. She looked a little closer and realized he was asleep. She let out an inaudible gasp. In all the time she’s known Levi, she’s only seen him asleep a handful of times. She smiled at how adorable he looked, slumped over in the chair. As quietly as she could, she turned around and headed back to the door.

“You’d better not be leaving so soon.” She turned around and saw him staring at her.

“You were just asleep,” she replied.

“I’m not now.” They stared at each other. “What did you need?”

“I just wanted to see you.” She walked to his desk and leaned against it. “We will be with Erwin and the cadets the next couple days. I just wanted to be with you alone for a little, but I feel bad waking you up.”

“I was just resting a little.” He stood up and walked over by her. “I was actually going to look for you later.”

“Later?” She questioned. “It’s already so late. You know normal people get a full night’s rest, right?”

“Are you implying I’m not normal?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You are quite extraordinary.” She smirked at him. He watched the way her eyes sparkled while she looked at him, the way the golden light from the fire lit up her skin, the warm glow dancing on her cheeks and neck.

“You are so beautiful.” He said softly. Immediately Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and turning to look at the ground. Levi put his hand on her cheek and guided her to look back at him. He leaned over to her and kissed her lightly. They both looked at the ground for a second before turning back and looking at each other.

In a second, they were all over each other. They didn’t know who moved first, but they met somewhere in the middle. Hands all over each other, lips moving together. Y/N pushed Levi onto his back on the desk, knocking over a stack of papers. She straddled his hips and pulled away from the kiss to remove her shirt then leaned back in for more.

Levi barely had time to gasp for air, but he didn’t care, he didn’t want to waste another second. He continued moving his mouth against Y/N’s, holding the back of her head to pull her closer. He let his other hand travel up her body from her hip, past her waist until he reached her chest. He squeezed a little feeling a chill run through his body. He needed so much more of her.

He flipped her over so now he was straddling her hips, her back on the desk. Separating from the kiss, he scrambled to unbuckle his leather straps and Y/N helped him unbutton his shirt. He looked down at her, lips all red. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and he needed that to be his lip. He could feel himself getting harder just thinking about it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked.

“Are you sure?” He was smirking. Her bottom lip back between her teeth.

“So sure… but isn’t this a little fast. Do you—" He put a finger to her lips.

“I’m sure.” He looked down at her.

She sat up to meet his lips and continued kissing, this time slowly. Letting their lips connect, then separate, then connect again. She took the opportunity of being so close to his neck to make sure not an inch of skin was left untouched. He looked up to give her more room, groaning every time her tongue hit his skin. He looked down at her, holding her cheeks.God, she really is so beautiful. He kissed her lips.

“Let’s move to the bed.” His voice was low. She smiled in response, closing her eyes. They both jumped off the desk and made their way to the bed. Levi hopping as he pulled his boots off, Y/N doing her best to unbuckle and remove her pants. She laid on the bed and Levi pulled her pants from the bottom. He lifted her leg, rubbing her foot then kissing all the way up from her ankle until he reached her hip where he pulled off the rest of his shirt and buried himself in her stomach, kissing any skin he could find.

Y/N lifted up her tank top to give him more and Levi helped her take it off. He kissed down her neck and collarbone as he linked his fingers with her hands and pinned them to the bed.

She couldn’t take how slow he was moving, but at the same time it drove her insane in the best way. Feeling his lips and tongue all over her body was driving her wild that she could already feel her orgasm building. He hit a sweet spot on her neck and she let out a moan. He paused.

“Di—did that feel good?” He pulled back to look at her. Her face a full flush of pink, mouth open and panting for air.

“Yes,” she breathed. She removed her legs from in between his and wrapped them around his hips then lifted her face forward to kiss him. She squeezed her legs, pulling his hips as close to hers as she could, able to feel his member throbbing even through his pants. They both let out a deep moan into each other’s mouths and Levi started breathing heavier. He continued focusing his attention on her jaw and neck, trying to find that sweet spot once again.

Y/N moved her hips and legs trying to build any friction she could, already so close to climax. Levi abandoned her neck, moving on to her chest. He tried moving her bra down as much as he could, but soon realized the straps on her shoulders prevented that. He then moved to lift it up and struggled with that as well. Y/N noticed and quickly removed it, tossing it to the side allowing Levi full access.

One hand worked on one breast while his mouth focused on the other, rolling the now stiff bud around with his tongue and sucking lightly then pulling away with a small pop, cool air hitting it. That was all she needed and her eyes were rolling back, climax hitting her hard. Her back arching, she let out moans that turned into panting, seeing stars until she was able to focus again.

Levi was back up to her jaw, gaze fixed on her as she rode out her orgasm. He held his hand on the side of her neck while his thumb rubbed at her cheek. Pulling her face to him, he brought their lips together and kissed her deeply. He moved his hand until it reached down to her panties and he dipped his hand inside.

Y/N had barely finished out her orgasm before she felt a second one coming on, that heat building in her core while Levi semi-successfully fumbled around in her underwear. She reached her hand down and guided his hand. His eyes widening a little when she inserted two of his fingers inside her. She smiled up at him and he leaned in to kiss her. Trying to find a motion with his hand that would leave her breathless.

“Is that okay?” He studied her face.

She nodded, eyes half closed and he leaned back in for another kiss. He used his thumb to search around for her clit. He knew he reached it when Y/N’s body stiffened, her hips hitching forward and her breathing catching. He continued working in the same way, moving his lips back to her neck, already seeing marks she would have for a couple days. Y/N was a moaning and writhing mess, Levi’s eyes never leaving her as she reached her high.

He removed his, now drenched, fingers and lifted his body so he was hovering over her, lips on her collarbones, neck, jaw and finally her mouth, pulling her deeply in.

Y/N rolled Levi over so she was on top of him. She moved her lips down his chest, reaching just above his belly button before he pulled her chin back up to kiss his lips, needing more. She moved her hands down to unbuckle his pants. His breath hitched with barely a touch, leaning back on the bed. She moved her body down the bed to pull his pants off the rest of the way, the front of his underwear entirely soaked. She removed them and watched as his tip continued trickling precum. His throbbing member aching for her touch. Levi looked down at her, his breathing quick and shallow. She wasted no time moving in and placing the tip in her mouth, licking the salty fluid. Levi’s head flew back and a loud, guttural groan escaped him. For a second Y/N thought he was choking and she looked up.

“Please don’t stop,” Levi panted, having forgotten to breathe.

She continued, taking him deeper into her mouth excruciatingly slowly, listening to his moan struggle out. She wasn’t going to tell him this, but damn if he didn’t have a good voice. His pretty little moans were making her dizzy. She pulled back up increasing her suction and got a rhythm going.

“Fuck!” Levi called out, high-pitched whines escaping him. “Y/N...”

She looked up to see a flush reaching his face before he brought his hand to his forehead. She hummed pushing him a little deeper in her throat.

“Oh… f—fuck—ing shit!” His hips started bucking and he reached down to grab her hair. She prepared for him to push her deeper, but instead he pulled her back. Her mouth separated with a small suck as he leaked even more precum.

“Was it okay?” She was confused why he stopped her. He was barely able to catch his breath.

“I won’t last much longer,” he stated, still panting. She knew what he was trying to say and stood up, taking off her panties. He laid back down and she crawled over him, positioning herself on top of him.

“You ready?” She looked down on him with a smile, but gave him no time to answer before she sank onto him, slowly sliding every inch of him inside, her walls molding to fit him. He let out a moan and she started riding until his eyes were rolling back.

“Oh…God.” He couldn’t handle much more. Y/N started moaning as her third orgasm approached. Her movements started becoming uneven, her groaning louder. Levi’s hands clung to her hips, trying to steady her. Her walls closed around him and it set off sparks in his own body. Pleasure pulsing through every vein. His eyes opening wide, forgetting to breathe, his mouth hung open as he continued moving his hips, pushing a groan out until he could breathe again as he reached his release. He let out a deep breath, blinking as his mind refocused.

Exhausted, Y/N leaned forward and rolled next to Levi. He let out a whimper as she separated from him. Both of them breathing heavily. He patted around until he found her hand and held it in his. Y/N looked over at Levi, smiling.

“Y/N?” He kept his eyes on the ceiling, finally catching his breath. She hummed at him turning her body to face him and he looked at her. “I love you.”

She smiled before replying, “I love you too.” Then leaned in and kissed him.

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Habits AoT Characters Have

Part 1/?

Masterlist

Levi Ackerman

The most obvious of Levi’s habits is how he holds his teacup. (Damn odd way to hold a cup, if I might say so.) He didn’t want to repeat that loss of tea.

Second to this is how he needs everything to be clean. Personally, I think this can be connected back to his mother.

Where he grew up - the Underground - it wasn’t a clean place. Morally, and physically. Being so young when she died, he might have connected the disease that brought her death with something painfully obvious - how dirty the Underground was.

Which would explain, why now, he likes keeping places and things around him clean. More for others than himself. He doesn’t want anyone dying like his mother did - because he wasn’t able to keep the environment clean enough.

I also think he hums. It’s very soft. And he only does it when he’s alone. But he does it. Mostly at night when his insomnia get’s too much - even if it is only his own humming, his room feels less empty.

He does it a lot when an expedition had been especially bad. Like in the Female Titan arc, after his squad was killed.

He did the same thing after Kuchel died. Sitting across from her, he’d hum to make him think she was still there. That he wasn’t alone.

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Reiner Braun

Post-Timeskip, he rubs and scratches his chin a lot. Mostly when he’s anxious or in deep thought.

Pre-Timeskip, back when no one knew he was the Armoured Titan, he would keep an eye on everyone. He did form a bond with the others in the 104th, even if he didn’t or refused to believe it, and he would look out for them all.

He big-brother every single one of those other cadets.

Hence how he taught Eren that defence moves in training so he could take on Annie. He didn’t know it’d be used on him later, but hey, how was he supposed to know Eren was also a titan shifter? Huh? You tell me.

I also headcanon he’d a real heavy sleeper.

Due to having to pair up with Bertholdt, and no doubt sleep with - or very close to him - he got used to how he slept and adapted.

You could literally walk over him while he slept, and all Reiner would do is deeply sigh - still asleep - and roll over. You could roll over him, and he’d subconsciously stretch his arms above his head. Deadass - unless you made a lot of nose, barely anything physically done to him while he slept would wake him up.

Built like a brick shit-house, and sleeps like one too.

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Miche Zacharias

He’d work in the kitchens before meals and low-key sniff everything to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. Especially the higher-officials foods.

He was never asked to do it, he just did.

Also a heavy sleeper. No one’s fault. Just is.

It’d take a lot to wake him up by accident, but - unlike Reiner - he does have a sixth sense for trouble. So if you were in his room to prank him, he’d wake, but if you just needed to grab something and ‘oh look, I threw a party while I was getting it’ he would barely stir at all.

Taps his feet.

He’s like sitting in a meeting, and his foot is tapping the table leg and he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Or he’s standing against a wall - leaning, more like - and his heel is hitting the wall over and over. Or he’s overseeing cadet training - arms crossed, and he’s resting his weight on one foot and tapping the dirt with the toes on his other.

Even if he’s lying in bed, before reaching the heavy throngs of slumber, he’s rubbing his foot against the mattress as if her were tapping it.

It’s another ‘no explanation’ habit, but it’s there and no one’s brought it up with him yet so - to date - he doesn’t even know he does it.

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Hange Zoe

Forget’s to sleep.

Doesn’t have insomnia like Levi does, but they get as much sleep as he does only because they don’t know when to stop researching, reading, experimenting. Moblit has the habit of walking up at three in the morning to take Hange off to bed because of their habit.

They drink hot water. One slice of lemon. five teaspoons of sugar.

Is slowly being weaned off it - Moblit, again. They used to have twelve - but the warm sweetness with the sour does something to them and no one knows why but despite the nature of the drink it does calm her a little.

Call it major reverse psychology.

Eats yellow things.

Yellow flower? In the mouth.

Yellow drink? Mouth.

Yellow bite-sized frog? Yep, mouth.

Levi; “Piss?” Unfortunately and probably the mouth.

It’s like some animal instinct to stuff these yellow things in their mouth - much to Moblit’s distress. Poor guy can’t catch a break. He’s Hange’s keeper.

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Erwin Smith

He runs.

I was gonna add more, but I got distracted halfway through the sentence. I came back and found I do actually believe he runs. Peridot.

Younger cadets and even older officers will purposely wake up for early self-training just to watch him run. He know this. Has tried to avoid it. But he’s just so in ‘the habit’ of waking up and running at that time that he couldn’t just change that.

Back to what I was going to say - He runs the feathered tip of his quill against his jawline when he’s pondering over the papers he’s working on. It’s a light - feathery lol - brush, very faint.

Much like the first listed habit of his, it distracts those around him - which is why he likes being alone when working on papers - because the habit it draws attention to his immaculate. ‘sculpted by the gods’, greek, physique.

And he can’t just stop or change this habit like the other one either. It helps him think. So when he had tried to stop he takes twice as long to get his paperwork done, so he just gave up.

Post-Arm-Loss, he holds his stump.

He’s thinking, or staring at a wall, and his hand comes up and holds where his arm used to be. Not in mourning. This is just something he did.

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Jean Krischtein

He draws. This is a canon headcanon. I don’t care. It needs more attention drawn to it (pun intended) so I’m listing it.

He draws people important to him, or people he misses.

Admittedly, it’s mostly of his mother or Mikasa. But he does have a collection of drawings of Marco. And even some of Reiner and Bertholdt. And Annie. He drew on of Levi’s squad and ‘the veterans’ too.

Post-Timeskip, he does tie his hair back sometimes.

If Levi’s sent him to clean, or he’s just cleaning, he has a makeshift headband he uses to keep everything away from his face so he can see clearly.

And yes, he does still ‘Levi deep-clean’ post-timeskip. The others have grown out of it a little, but he’s kept it up. He likes how satisfied he feels after he’s spent all this time getting rid of all the dirt. He is one of Levi’s favorites because of this.

I think he’s also a ‘closet compassionate character’ - so especially after the ‘titan-shifter betrayal’ he stepped up and took the place Reiner once had as someone who looked out for the others of the 104th. He barely shows it, but he does make sure everyone stays as much out of harms way as possible.

#I wasn't entirely sober when writing these just an fyi to y'all #so sorry if they're really bad #levi ackerman headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #miche zacharias headcanons #hange zoe headcanons #erwin smith headcanons #jean krischtein headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin headcanons

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Eight

Chapter 8: The Things We Leave Behind

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader [now with a dash of Erwin x Reader]

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of death, violence enemies to lovers, angst

Word Count: 4.7k

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Erwin,

I don’t have much time, but it’s me—I’m alive. I’m safe. I don’t know why, but I am. They want something from me here, tried to pry into me for information about The Scouts, but not much else. I’ve given over as little as I can, but enough to keep me alive for now. But it’s strange here, even some of the warriors know something is going on below the surface of what we know. You can probably tell by the email that I’m using that I’ve found a strange semblance of refuge with Reiner. He’s the one who has given me the multitude of files I’ve attached this email. He claims most of this intel he gathered he never gave over to Marleyan officials. He also says he can be of help to Paradis, that Pieck and the others can too. I don’t know how much of that is true. To be fair, I don’t know what’s true at all anymore.

There are files here on Zeke Yeager, apparently put together by warrior members who have become wary of him. Dig into them, figure out what you can. Don’t worry about me, I’ll find a way home. And, for the love of god, please sleep. I know how you get.

Don’t respond to this email. No one knows I have sent it.

Always.

Erwin read the words for what felt like the thousandth time, the black lettering practically bleeding into the screen by this point. His heart had dropped when he sat down in his office this morning to find something sitting in his personal email folder, something branded with the last name of a traitor. His mind had raced into the darkest depths, assuming it was pictures of torture, a letter filled with malacious laughter, an autopsy report. But it was you, you were alive, you’d found a way to reach him.

He had to keep his hand over his mouth as he grinned. You were so capable, so resourceful and rather ingenious. He’d had his doubts, but on the forefront of his mind, and his tongue, he’d said and knew you were alive.

He’d stayed in his office with the door locked for hours in the morning as he poured over the information, brows twisting in both delight and disgust as he began to make sense of the documents crafted by the wary warriors. They were impressive, to say the least, and quite frightening.

Every single urge inside of him was screaming to respond, even as he printed out the rather massive amount of documents you’d attached. He made copy after copy, blue eyes dancing like they were overcome with madness as familiar and unknown faces and information landed into the tray of the printer.

He carefully separated the files by paperclips, prepping for them to be dispersed.

You were so good. So brilliant. He’d have you home soon enough.

The cumbersome stack of papers was too much for him to carry just under one arm. The one he’d lost was burning, itching like it should be able to wrap around the bundle.

Erwin marched out of his office and into the bustling workspace, clearing his throat to the room.

“Scouts! Emergency meeting in the conference hall immediately. Drop everything and meet me there.”

Every head in the room snapped toward him, all chatter silencing. They all stared at him like he had three heads; the last time they’d had every scout in the same room was when he’d pronounced you missing nearly two weeks ago. He knew they were worried that this next announcement was of a death, of war.

“Now!”

The bustle picked up again immediately, every soldier, assistant, and intelligence officer scurrying to make it down the hall.

“Springer,” Erwin caught the young man by the shoulder as he tried to brisk by him, “there’s a stack of papers in my office. Grab it and bring it with you.”

Erwin continued in his stride toward the small auditorium, taking his known place down in front at the white boards. He could hear indiscriminate whispers behind his back as he took his time setting up a display. There was a small cork board off to the side of the room, littered with headshots of the Marleyan warriors. He cursed the face of the girl who took his arm as he pulled it to the front.

“Miche,” he called over his shoulder, knowing the towering blonde would be nearby, “Come help me.”

“Sure thing boss.”

It didn’t take much time to direct, and before long he had all the warriors lined up on the large board in front of the room. He took his own time to place the picture of your face in the center, fingers brushing over the heavy red letters of Missing that were etched over your features.

Levi saddled up next to him, never one to fall into the crowds.

“Erwin, what is all this?”

“I got an email from her this morning.”

Levi didn’t have to ask. If there was ever a “her” in Erwin’s vocabulary, he meant you. You were all over his mind, more so than ever before.

“Care to share? Or was it a love letter?”

It was an unspoken truth that he’d become involved with you within the last year, and given his rather...emotional response to your disappearance, he was sure everyone was now well aware of your entanglement.

“A love letter full of promising information.”

“Tch, sounds about right. Did she give you all that?” Levi tilted his head toward Connie, who was struggling to keep the giant bundle of printed documents from sliding off the podium.

“She did. It’s time to get to work.”

Erwin didn’t even wait for the room to settle. There was no time to waste. He turned toward the confused, anxious crowd, took note of how they were all staring at him like lost children. There weren’t that many left after the attack on Shinganshina all those years ago, his scouts had either been killed off or left the ranks entirely. Recruitment had become more of an issue than it ever had been before as well. There was only a gathering of about thirty before him—the size of a small classroom, all piled into the front seats and awaiting instruction.

“I received word from our missing captain this morning.”

A shocked gasp filled the space, one of the younger girls—last name Blouse or Braus, he never could remember—literally jumping from her seat.

“She’s alive?!”

He held up his hand to calm her, to direct her to sit back down.

“As far as I know, yes. She found a way to email me this morning to let me know of her safety, and also supply us with a vast amount of Marleyan intel. Now, we need to unpack what we know.”

Erwin motioned to Springer again, wrist flicking toward the still unsteady mountain of papers.

“Hand those out, they should be sectioned by paper clips so everyone can have a copy.”

“But, Sir, I—” I just spent all that time wrestling with those papers, is what he knew he wanted to say. Springer did what he was told anyways, scratching at his short hair as he hurriedly began to divvy out the printed intel.

“We’ll start with what we do know.” Erwin took a few long strides back toward the large board, feeling his empty shirt sleeve rustle by his side as he used his remaining arm to point toward the faces that had been lined up for him.

“Of course, we’re all aware that former Scout members Braun, Leonhart, and Hoover were infiltrators sent by Marley to uncover our anti-Marleyan operations. They are members of the Warrior Unit run by this man,” he placed his index finger over the person of interest, “Zeke Yeager. And there are other members of the unit as well, Galliard, Finger, and Grice. There are also candidates for this elite military squad, Udo, Zofia, and the younger Grice and Braun. It is important to note that one of their former members, Marcel Galliard, was killed by none other than our missing captain in question.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know all this!” Kirstein chimed in, “We don’t need the history lesson.”

Erwin couldn’t help but grin.

“It seems a history lesson is exactly what you need. In those files that were sent to me, you’ll learn that all these warrior members and candidates are, historically, from Eldian bloodlines.”

“Eldians? You mean...like us?” Historia tilted her head, thumbing through the pages in her lap.

“Yes. Now if you did pay attention in history class,” he narrowed his eyes at Jean, “you would remember that about four hundred years ago, there was a mass immigration of Eldians into Marley in the face of a mass famine here. However, due to Marley’s very strict borders and even stricter control on their governmental processes, it was never truly known to us what became of the Eldians that marched across their border. We knew they had been separated into internment camps, but it also seems that they have been weaponized and trained into being nearly the entirety of their military ranks. And this unit, The Warriors, are the premiere and elite squadron of the Marleyan military. And their motives toward Paradis have been largely unknown. Until now.”

Erwin took a pause, letting all this information sink in before starting again.

“Now, we know that Zeke Yeager has been working with our elite right below our noses with the hopes of changing the status quo for Eldians in Marley.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Eren sat forward, elbows on his knees as he stared at all the faces on the board. It was no secret that Zeke Yeager was his long lost step-brother, sired by his father before he escaped the Marleyan border to find a better future in Paradis. As far as Erwin knew, the young man had no connections to his step-sibling, only saw him as an enemy force to be reckoned with.

“Yes, and no. Because, according to the files you’ll find penned by one Pieck Finger, it seems his plan is quite unseemly.”

“I don’t understand all this data and graph shit,” Miche admitted, eyebrows scrunched together as he licked his thumb to continue perusing the pages.

Captain Hange stood then, making her way to the front without Erwin having to beckon her to.

“These are...these are blood samples, DNA testing,” she mused, pencils stuck in her ponytail as she paced the floor before Erwin, “genome analysis, to be specific. Like they were looking for something specific in all these samples.”

“And they were. Did you get my request this morning?”

“Oh yes, of course, sir!” Hange scrambled back up to her seat, pulling out a manila envelope and then returning to hand it to him.

Erwin motioned for Miche to tape these new documents on the board as well, one next to your photo, the other now next to a photo of Historia Reiss. Then Erwin picked up some pictures that would be unfamiliar to his scouts, placing them above your head.

“These are the parents of our missing scout,” he called over his shoulder as he took an unfortunately slow time to place the photos, the lack of two hands starting to become quite bothersome. “They were Military Police members, killed in action about ten years ago. However, the information within the files on Yeager reveal that before Braun and the others infiltrated our ranks, there were other imposters sent on a reconnaissance mission within the MPs. It is cited that those infiltrators killed two people they were targeting, and I believe it to be them.”

He could tell he was losing their focus, quite a few eyes glazed over as they tried to make sense of all the new pieces being added to the growing wall of puzzles. He felt like a madman stringing up red threads, but he was almost certain of his conclusions.

“Why...why do they matter?” It was Armin who spoke this time, normally the quiet one during meetings who soaked up information like a little yellow sponge.

“Historia,” Erwin called, “does the name Fritz mean anything to you?”

The small girl sat to attention, blue eyes shining.

“Of course, they’re another noble family, like mine. Err, or the were, before…”

“Before they were killed about one hundred years ago. However, I’m inclined to believe that our missing scout’s mother was the last remaining of the Fritz line, having donned a new name for safety and falling into government positions to hopefully remain unnoticed.”

He took in a deep breath, once again letting a pregnant pause settle into the heaviness of the room.

“Which is why…” he waved his hand over the graphs next to your face and the photo of Historia on the board, “thismatters. It’s been a long standing belief that elites, that royalty and those that have been elected president in our country, are somehow different. Almost appointed by the gods themselves because of their special blood. You know, it’s the whole issue that many take up on the fact that they see our governmental system as more of a monarchy than a democracy. But the truth of the matter is, you nobles do have different blood and genes than the rest of us. These graphs show that here.”

“Well that’s very elitist of you.” Levi cut in, standing with his arms crossed near the door.

“Perhaps. But I had Hange do a genome map between Historia and…” he sucked on his tongue, still finding a bit of pain to say your name out loud, “...and her. My suspicions are correct. Based on the startlingly similar genetic patterns, our missing captain is of noble heritage, and I’m inclined to believe that Zeke Yeager knows this.”

“And that’s important because it makes her more valuable,” Armin had his face in his hands, “does she...does she know this?”

“As far as I know, no. No she does not.”

“And you of all people would know.”

Erwin wanted to snap back at the snide comment that came from Eren. If he wasn’t such a good soldier, Erwin would have him on fucking patrol duty after this.

“Commander,” Armin looked sweaty, pale, “It says here that Yeager’s plan is to reinstate Eldian supremacy through uh… a means of genetic mutation. Do you know what that means?”

“No, Arlert, I don’t. And I don’t know exactly what his plans are for our scout that’s being held hostage. Which is why you’re all here. From this point forward, every ounce of your time will be spent reviewing these documents and dissecting what it could all mean. As far as I can tell, Pieck Finger hasn’t quite connected all the dots yet either. So now it’s our job to do so.”

All the heads in the room were nodding, everyone undoubtedly becoming antsy from all this news.

Erwin knew there was more to say. He had debated printing out your email as well, but he wanted to keep the knowledge that Braun and some of the warriors were possibly willing to help stop whatever was happening to himself. He knew that if he even breathed the words that traitors were offering aid, too many would be against it, too many wouldn’t believe it. That would have to be something he pondered on his own.

“Where do we begin, sir?”

Mikasa sat up straight and on the edge of her seat, like she was ready to spring into action.

“First, I think we need to dig deeper into just who was planning to meet with the Warrior Unit the day the captain was captured. We still don’t know who they were, or what was happening that warriors actually had to be present for it. Also…” he looked pointedly toward Levi, “we need to do more investigating on the day she was shot. We still don’t know who shot her, or why. It could have been an assassin looking to annihilate that Fritz bloodline.”

Levi nodded, “On it.”

“Everyone else, get to work. Get out the red tape and string if you need to, and all meeting rooms are now open to place questions and findings onto the boards. Nothing is useless; all knowledge about this situation is powerful and paramount. This could be the beginning of a nightmare, but perhaps we can stop it before it happens.”

He watched everyone leave, all with hurried steps and papers shuffling within their hands. Hange stuck around behind him, rather bewitched by the DNA findings taped to the white board.

A little voice cleared their throat next to him, making him look down. Historia stood before him, eyes downcast and her toes pointed together like she was nervous.

“Commander… I…do you have a moment?”

“Of course, what’s on your mind?”

He watched her glance toward Hange, then toward the door, and back to him.

“Would you like to grab a cup of coffee and speak alone?”

“Yes,” she quickly breathed, happy that he picked up on the fact that whatever she had to say, it must need to stay quiet.

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It seemed that Historia’s nerves were still getting the better of her as she sat in front of his desk. Erwin had always been told he was rather imposing, so he hoped she wasn’t apprehensive to just be speaking with him alone. Her hands were clenched around a mug of coffee, knee bouncing in her seat.

He’d poured himself a cup as well in the break room, having already drank it before even reaching his office. Your worries had been correct: he wasn’t sleeping much, and after what you’d sent him today, he didn’t know how you ever expected him to sleep again without knowing the truth of what was happening.

“Commander…” she took the deepest breath, eyes closing for a moment, “do you...you don’t believe in myths, do you?”

It was an odd question, one that had him pressing his lips together as he looked for an answer.

“I suppose not. Though, it would also depend on the myth; some of them hold truth to them, as they were stories attempting to cope with the unknown.”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she scoffed, looking everywhere in the room but at him.

“Why? Are you here to give me a mythology lesson?”

“Have you heard the one about Ymir? And the nine titans?”

“That old tale?” He chuckled, remembering pictures in books he’d read as a child of towering beasts, “The one about how there used to be giant people, titans that roamed the lands before humanity came along?”

Historia twisted her lips, looking down at the floor.

“Yeah. That one. Did you ever know her full name?”

“Her? As in Ymir? No, she was just the goddess Ymir in all the books, gods don’t normally have last names.”

“Well, she did. Because she was human. Her last name was Fritz.”

Fritz. Like your possible ancestors. Historia had earned his attention now. He sat up behind his desk, fist unknowingly clenched in his lap.

“Commander, I don’t know if this is true, but when I was a little girl, my older sister, Freida, she used to tell me all these stories about titans and how we, nobility, are descendants of gods and of...of titans.”

Erwin was trying to read her face, but the young woman just seemed full of fear, trepidation.

“Historia, I’ve heard all the propaganda about the noble families being descendants from gods. And if I offended you with my remarks in the meeting then I apolo—”

“No, no,” she cut him off, “no, that’s not what I meant. I know that my family...that the other nobles and elites have twisted all these myths to give themselves power, but what I’m saying is that it’s true. At least, I think it is. We have all these books back home in my estate that explain this true history about how people used to live in a world of titans thousands of years ago, that there were mindless titans, but also titans controlled by humans… humans that were titans. And I’m just saying, if this was true…”

He was starting to put the pieces together now. The genetic mutation. The bloodlines. No wonder her thoughts had led her to this conclusion.

“You’re worried Zeke Yeager believes in these old stories, that his plan is to bring back titans?” He posed it as a question, wanting her to finish her thoughts instead of him imposing on her.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I don’t know how, but if there was some way to do it, our missing captain, if she’s actually of royal blood, like me, he might want to…” she set down her cup of coffee, finally looking up at him with eyes that shone with wisdom he’d never acknowledged before, “Zeke might want to experiment on her. Or maybe reveal her heritage and try to bargain her back to the elites. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to say this in front of everyone because they might think I’m…”

“Crazy?”

“Yeah,” she huffed, “thanks.”

“Thank you, Historia. You’ve given me something to think about.”

“But you think I’m crazy.”

He dared not to insult her outloud, but it was the side he was erring on.

“I appreciate you being willing to tell me this. It seems I have some mythology to study up on. Actually, if you ever get the chance to get your hands on one of those books you spoke about, I would like to see it.”

She stood then, leaving her coffee abandoned on his desk.

“Of course, Commander.”

He could tell her spirits were defeated as she left his office. But, nonetheless, he took the coffee she left behind as his own, settling back in to continue reading into the files you’d sent to him.

But his mind couldn’t even register the words anymore. He was so tired, and now, knowing that you were indeed alive, he was filled with nothing but thoughts on how to get you home. It would be a suicide mission to try to send a squad into Marley to rescue you. He also knew that asking the elites, even the President, to act on his behalf would probably be met with a negative outcome since they were in connection to Zeke Yeager himself. It all seemed hopeless, but he knew you were working to get back as well. Between the two of you attempting to reach the same goal, he knew, eventually, he’d have you back again.

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His home was quite lonely without you.

He felt the emptiness of not having you at the Scout Headquarters, but more so he felt it when he finally drug his tired body to the apartment he lived in across the city.

It felt like a small cataclysm erupted whenever he opened his front door, all the emotions he kept at bay suddenly budding to the surface of his composure. Your shoes were still by the door, so small next to the ones he took off.

Signs of you, of your absence, were everywhere. Your coat on the back of a chair. Your favorite books still spread open and marked to forgotten pages in the cozy chair in the living room. Wine only you liked still remained chilled in the fridge, your body wash and shampoo still lined the edges of his shower. He hadn’t even washed his sheets since you left, hadn’t dared to touch the side of the bed you slept on, like the mattress was still full of your ghost when he reached out for you at night.

Even though you had your own apartment, he couldn’t remember a night he’d spent without you in the last few months. You’d become inseparable, seeking refuge in each other’s bodies against the cruelty this world had dealt you. You accepted him for who he was, even when he felt like half a man.

There were still words he wanted to say to you; there were still echoes of your voice all around the apartment, your laughter ringing in the support beams, the sounds of your moans still staining his headboard.

There were so many things you left behind, him included.

Erwin poured himself a drink before settling into the couch, not even bothering to undress from his work clothes. He needed medicine for his mind, needed to try to drink and find clarity in the too many thoughts thumping in his head.

You were noble. Of all fucking things.

He took a very long sip at that realization, almost reveling in the burn the whiskey left behind in his mouth. He could still taste you on his tongue sometimes, still feel the pressure of your lips against his if he closed his eyes. All those times he thought he was kissing something divine, perhaps he was, if Historia Reiss had any merit to her little bedtime stories.

The thought made him laugh. Titans. Mythological creatures. If there was one thing he knew, his enemies weren’t trying to bring things that never existed back to life. Historia was right about one thing though: you could be a powerful bargaining chip for Zeke. If the elites were holding out on something, all he had to do was dangle a pretty, royal plaything in front of their noses as bait.

He pulled your email back up on his phone, eyes scanning over all the words you sent.

You’d found a strange semblance of refuge with Reiner. Of all people. Erwin could still remember how much the two of you would fight when you were both soldiers, how you were adamant to take on the hulking man yourself when it came to battle.

But he also remembered how startlingly well the two of you worked together. It had been the two of you who had stopped Marcel Galliard, it had been Reiner who was the first to appear at the hospital steps when news of your potentially fatal injury had been called over the radio. The man had been panting, Bertholdt too, both of them having run as fast possible from their patrol circuit to check in on your status.

Erwin always assumed it was because Reiner was sweet on you. Boys had always been taught to tease the girls they liked when they were younger, perhaps he’d just carried that on into adulthood, practically throwing stones at you to get your attention.

Not that he could blame him. Erwin had always wanted your attention, but had kept himself restrained for professional reasons. But after Shinganshina, after Zeke showed the true force of the Warrior Unit as a warning, Erwin had quickly pulled you from the front lines. He claimed it was because your cleverness would be better served in intelligence work. Truth of the matter was that he wanted you safe. He wanted you working with him, in his sight, every day.

And now you had completely slipped through his fingers.

He’d cursed out loud when the scouts returned and revealed that you’d been captured. He even unfairly chewed out Jean for being reckless enough to get his vertical movement gear tangled with yours, but he knew the fault rested in his hands. You’d offered to go, and he’d let you.

He let you go, and now he was reeling in the ash and smoke of the damage left behind.

With a finished drink, he let his mind wander to that place he tried to keep it from. He was wondering where you were, wondering exactly what you were doing. Until tonight, he imagined you were left under lock and key, but now he knew you’d gotten yourself into some situation in order to access Reiner’s email. Perhaps he truly was helping you.

Some of your words ran through his brain again: I don’t know what’s true at all anymore.

Erwin honestly didn’t know what was true anymore either. In a matter of hours, he’d pieced together information the intelligence unit had been trying to uncover for years. He was steps closer to figuring out whatever truth there was Zeke Yeager’s madness. He was steps closer to keeping the whole country safe from a disaster its own elites had their fingers in.

But he still felt so far away, so far away from you, from himself. He felt like he’d never actually fit the puzzle together, felt like he’d let you down.

All he still knew was that he loved you, even if he never actually spoke the words to you. He loved you, and he had some kind of dying hope that you felt the same.

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