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violentvaleska · 4 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

sɪx ᵗⁱᵗᵃⁿ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ? ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ↫ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ɴᴇxᴛ ↬

ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @ajmiila02 @xiernia

Year 850

If there was one thing you did not see coming, it was being a witness at Eren Yeager's trial, which will determine whether he lives or dies. You did not actually see him turn into one of those monsters, but your dreams clearly predicted the outcome years ago. How this is possible you don't know, but a personal letter from the Commander of the Survey Corps himself made it clear that your testimony in this case is needed to help Eren.

The trial starts in an hour, and you're currently waiting for Smith in front of a makeshift office, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, a habit you've learned to adopt whenever you need to. It helps you clear bad thoughts from your already clouded mind. While you try to concentrate, you find yourself drifting off somewhere else, right into the world of your visions. Some of them have already come true, and others are just confusing you. The incident with Ile's notebook was the worst so far, the others are barely worth mentioning. Footsteps make you look up and when you see two figures, one smaller than the other, walking directly towards you, you stand up instantly and salute the men.

"Commander, Captain." You greet them, your body stiff and ready to follow their lead.

"Faye. At ease." Erwin smiles warmly and puts a hand on your shoulder, pointing to his office. The other, smaller man is Captain Levi, and you can't help but notice that he looks even more tired than the last time you saw him, which was about a year ago.

"Please, have a seat." The blonde offers, and you gladly accept, looking around with interest. The people in the inner districts must have a good life, considering how well furnished this small room is. Levi is more reserved than usual, simply keeping his arms crossed as he leans against the wall closest to the window, just behind Erwin's desk, and looks out at the farmers with disinterest.

"You look well, has the Trainee Corps treated you well, my dear?" The Commander asks, a charming smile on his attractive face. With that kind of charisma he could certainly influence his soldiers to the point of death, but you learned to be very careful with him, as he was with you.

"It was a challenge, but I managed." Short and simple, he'll be happy with that.

"Great. You're a smart young woman now. I'm sure you know why I asked you to attend Eren Yeager's trial." He's straight to the point, his smile slowly turning into a thin line.

"Yes, although I wonder how credible my testimony will be." You admit and meet the Captain's eyes, who quickly looks away, only letting out a soft sigh.

"Don't worry about it. I told Zackly about you and your talents months before the recent events. He's a bit sceptical, but he doesn't reject the idea that you're something special." You'd like throwing up, feeling the sickness overtake you.

"I'm not special." You spit a little hatefully and stare at him with a deep frown that would challenge Ymirs.

"But you are, don't you see?" You turn your attention to the Captain, frustrated by his words that seem to mock you. It would be strange to think that the great Captain Levi sees you as something special.

"No I can't Captain, why don't you enlighten me as to how I am special?" Your teasing encourages Erwin to roll his eyes as he leans back in his seat.

"Oh, I don't know, Cadet, maybe because you can fucking see death! What are you, a banshee?" He's angry at your myopic view of yourself, and clenches his hands into fists. You rise from your seat and glare at the Captain with hatred, trying to ignore the boiling rage in your gut.

Remembering the last time you saw him, you feel a sickening sensation in your stomach. While he treated you with violence, the two of you eventually bonded over your shared confusion about yourself. All that seems gone now, and you wonder what the dark-haired man might think of you. He was the one who brought you to the safety of the walls, the one who cared for you after a night's attack. But Captain Levi is also the one who suspected you of being a potential threat. The chaos of his actions and thoughts makes you feel absurd and different from him.

"Faye. Why don't you sit down? And Levi, please don't provoke her, it's unnecessary." Commander Erwin speaks up, clearly demanding a peaceful conversation in his working environment. You do as he says and let yourself fall back into the wooden chair, your eyes moving from Captain Levi to the Commander.

"I wasn't aware that you felt that way. I hope you understand that you are special from our point of view." His words catch your eye, and while you don't like the idea of being seen that way, you nod your head in silent agreement.

"Now that we have discussed this matter, I would like to talk to you about the trial. The heads of the other departments have been informed of your situation."

As you close your eyes, your current situation hits you. You'd been more comfortable with the fact that only the Survey Corps and a few other higher-ups knew about you. Within a few hours, everyone would know, even your fellow cadets. Would they hate you? Not trust you?

"You're the second case found outside the walls, if I were you I wouldn't mention it. Most of us didn't even know about Grisha Yeager anyway, I'm sure the others won't either". You agree, knowing it won't help your case at all.

"What if they don't trust or believe me, what if they want to execute me?" Her question lingers in the room, and it is quiet enough to hear a needle drop.

"Tch. They won't. Stop being stupid." Levi reassures you in his own way, though it should turn out that your concerns are eligible.

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Whispers make their way through the crowd as Commander Erwin introduces you to the military, deeply suspicious looks hanging on you as you step forward, fingers trembling with nervousness.

"Cadet Faye Engel. Is it true that you predicted Eren Yeager's transformation into a Titan?" You jump at the harshness of Commander Nile Doks voice.

"I dreamed it." You neither confirm nor deny his accusation, hoping for a better outcome for both Eren and yourself.

"You documented all these dreams and sent monthly reports to Commander Smith. Did you write down every dream you had?" He asks, looking at you as if you were his prey.

"I did, the Commander told me to." You say simply, and get a strange feeling as the Commander smiles triumphantly and picks up something that one of his soldiers has given him. A diary, wrapped in a brown leather cover. Your eyes widen in recognition at the dream journal; your dream journal, to be exact. Someone must have broken into your quarters after you arrived this morning and left to have breakfast with Armin and Mikasa.

Before you can ask how he got hold of your personal belongings, he begins to speak in a loud and clear voice.

"This is Cadet Engel's dream journal. We configured it and noticed that she clearly left out some of her dreams." Erwin, who is standing right next to you, gives you an angry look, clearly displeased with you.

"What did she leave out?" Erwin asks, giving Nile a stern look. At the MP's next words, your face blushes a deep red.

"The death of fellow soldiers, how it looks outside the walls and sexual fantasies about your Captain and Section Commander." The room falls silent and you notice the man next to you stiffen. Captain Levi looks straight ahead, his bitter face barely showing any form of emotion.

"I could care less. And frankly, I don't see the need to humiliate a cadet in front of the entire court." You are surprised to see Erwin come to your defense, considering the way he looked at you just a few seconds ago.

"A witch!" The priest of the wall church shouts, pointing at you, completely ignoring the words of the scout commander.

"Don't you see? She has been summoned by the evil that created the Titans! Sent to lure us out with her pretty face." Your body tenses, you shrink under the eyes of all the men watching you.

"She will seduce the Captain and Section Commander. No doubt using them to stab us all in the back." You swallow, scowling at how ridiculous that sounds.

"Nice conspiracy theory you've got there." Levi simply comments, rolling his eyes at the madman of your opposite number. He seems to completely ignore the fact that you had dreamed of him in an unbecoming way.

"She needs to be hanged!" Clear accusations in all their glory. You stand next to Levi, who nudges you to the side, telling you to stand tall and proud.

"They'll tear you apart if you don't." He explains curtly, looking straight at Eren, whose body is crouched and tied to a pole in the middle of the cord room.

"I'm not a witch." You spit and look at the pastor with a rigid gleam in your eyes, making him shut up for a second, too stunned to speak.

"I'm from the Shiganshina district, I saw it fall and people being torn in half! How dare you accuse me of such nonsense when you were in the luxurious district of Mitras while my family died out there!" You raise your voice, lean over the railing and point at Eren.

"This boy has seen things you can't even dream of. And you all call for his death as if his life meant nothing. He is human too, damn it!" A hand on your shoulder makes you gasp, and you turn your head towards the black-haired Captain, who tries to calm you down, but only gives you a small nod. You have to take a deep breath, your hands clenched into fists as you stop yourself from saying more. It would be foolish to let your emotions get the better of you, especially because of the misconceptions these men have about women. If you speak your thoughts, you're hysterical, but if a man does, he's considered rational.

"Human?" Commander Nile Dok speaks up, picking up a piece of paper to read.

"Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman were nine years old when they murdered three kidnappers." A crumble breaks through the courtroom and you notice Erwin's eyebrows turn into a deep frown, clear frustration written all over his face. You didn't know that Eren and Mikasa had to go through this at the age of nine, it must have been terrible.

"You all call it justified self-defense, but I can't help but be disturbed by the fundamental lack of humanity in their actions." You winced at that, baring your teeth at the Commander from a distance. You hate that man, he's only provoking the soldiers more than necessary.

After the trial you listen to Eren's defense and even smile a little when he calls the members of the military police "cowards". He's right, and after seeing their behavior today, you'll regret ever thinking of joining them. When one of the MP's points his rifle at Eren, your smile quickly fades. You barely notice Captain Levi leaving your side, only looking up in confusion when you see him walking at a fast pace in Eren's direction. Is he going to help him? Protect him? Raising an eyebrow, you look at Erwin, whose attention is focused on the Captain, a small glimmer of hope in your eyes. The moment you look back at Eren, a gasp escapes you as the captain lifts his leg and kicks the boy right in the face. A bloodied tooth flies out of Eren's mouth and lands on the floor, but the black-haired bastard doesn't stop there. He continues to kick and punch Yeager with no remorse, causing Mikasa to lose her temper. If Armin hadn't held her back and reassured her that she should just watch, you can be sure she would have jumped into action.

“You know personally, I think nothing instills discipline like pain. You don't need a good talking to. What you are in need of boy is to be taught a lesson.” Eren's breath is heavy and infrequent, the Captain's booted foot on his head keeps him from moving. You can't help but to notice that Captain Levi must have held back on you all this years ago.

“And you happen to be in perfect kicking position.” As he continues, you look away, finding the way he mistreats his subordinates is disgusting. Surely there must be a reasoning behind his cruel acts of violence.

“Hold on Levi.” Commander Dok demands, looking as shocked and scared as the others.

“What is it?” He moves away from Eren, glaring at the Commander with nothing but disdain for the man.

“It's dangerous. What if he gets angry and turns into a titan?” Nile tries to reason with the harsh man, not once taking his attention from the titan shifter in fear he might miss something. Instead of stopping, Levi kicks the poor boy once more, grabbing him by the hair. His face is swollen and blood trenches his skin, it's a horrible sight.

“Don't be silly. Afterall, you guys just wanted to dissect him, don't you.” Baffled you realize the reason behind his gruel beating. The Captain wants to prove a point. He makes a point at mentioning Eren's titan kill count during his transformed moment and him being an intelligent enemy. He also states to be able to take him down himself.

“How many of you can say the same? Before you torment the beast you'd better think. Can you actually kill him.” The obvious answer is no and seeing it written all over their faces truly makes you think how strong the Captain really is.

Erwin offers his proposition, offering to take Eren under Captain Levi's supervision and will take part in the next mission.

"What if he loses control?" Zackly, the general, asks with interest. So far he has been nothing but neutral and obedient, which you really appreciate. He even listened patiently to your testimony, though the way his old eyes lingered on you was unsettling. Levi shrugs his shoulders and offers to kill Eren if things go wrong.

With this promise, Zackly decides to leave Eren Yeager in the care of the Survey Corps, and while everyone believes this unexpected outcome to be the end, everything freezes in surprise as he gives another direct order.

"Cadet Faye Engel will be transferred to the Survey Corps immediately. If she can predict the future, I want her close to Yeager as an extra security measure." You certainly didn't expect this. A little worried you move closer to the Commander, hoping that he at least knew about this possible outcome, but he seems to be as baffled as you are.

"Gladly, General." Erwin speaks in a loud voice and before you know it he is pushing you out of the courtroom, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye to your friends.

"Commander, what..." the blonde ignores you and turns to his soldiers.

"Release Yeager and take him to Hanges' office. We'll meet there in five minutes." Erwin demands, his hand not even touching your shoulder as he continues to lead you forward, away from the courtyard.

"Get me Mike and Levi." You can tell he's stressed, maybe even a little exhilarated. He hadn't planned to have you under his command so soon, things would have to be rearranged now.

"Yes, sir!" The scouts drift off, running in two different directions. The tension is palpable as Erwin holds you in his tracks, moving you to his liking so that your body is facing him.

"You will be part of Mike's squad from now on. I may have to make some changes, but it's important that you stay close to Eren. Do you understand, Faye?" Nodding their heads, the two of them exchange glances and you could swear that a hint of mad fascination is growing in them.

"Don't gamble with your life. Yours may be of much more importance than we suspect at the moment." You raise an eyebrow, wondering why you of all people would be so careless with yourself, but his answer is cut short when Mike and Levi catch his attention. Only now do you notice their absurd height difference.

You look at Mike, a smile on your face as the man reaches out to take your hand. A small giggle escapes you as he takes it to his hand and plants a small kiss on the back of it.

"Cadet Engel. Is it possible that you've become even more beautiful over the years?" He wonders, his voice deep and calm as he grins at your deep red face. Feeling completely nervous and overwhelmed, you stammer your words, causing Levi to roll his eyes, looking like an angry hound compared to Mike.

"She's gotten older Mike, she's probably even legal now. Your attempt to flirt with a girl is sad." The Captain mumbles to himself, catching only a frustrated side-eye from the taller soldier.

"I've been legal for a long time and a woman, not a girl. I know for a fact that I'm 23." You sass back, relying only on your dreams for the truth of that statement.

"Are you sure? Your nasty fantasies don't sound very mature to me." Flinching, you pull your hand away from Mike's to confront Levi, but Erwin immediately de-escalates the situation.

"Now, now. We are in public. You can discuss your mutual disgust or adoration for each other later." The Commander demands, turning on his heel to walk past his commanding soldiers and cadet.

"Our focus is now on Eren and Faye, I have a change of plan I would like to discuss with you all. Considering that Zackly has given me a second ace, I want to keep them both close and well protected."

Erwin Smith is a good commander, perhaps even a respectable man, but you can tell there is a dark desire deep in his heart. Wants and needs he wants to fulfill, and you may be a part of it.

As you follow his lead, Mike bends down to your level and whispers something in your ear that sends a shiver down your spine. "I don't care what they say, little cadet. I am honored to be an object of desire in your dreams."

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violet-fluff · 3 months

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💙 Mike Zacharius x Abused!Reader

Safe In My Squad

Warning: abuse, alcoholism, trauma

Layla, your best friend, was standing in Mike's office. "Thanks again, Mike, for getting her into the Survey Corp."

Mike gives a curt nod. "I still don't see why she would want to join the regiment that is most likely to have her killed."

Layla hums in agreement. "Y/N's at a stand still being in the Military Police. She doesn't get to do much and when she does, it's really for nothing. She wants to be part of the help for humanity. Besides, I'm sure she would love having you as a captain way more than she likes having Nile as one."

A few hours later, you arrive at the Survey Corp. base and change into your new uniform. You touch the new and unfamiliar badge that was stitched to your jacket because what was once a green unicorn, is now a blue and white set of wings sitting in place.

"I like the look of this one better." You smile and perk up when you hear a knock at your door.

When the door opens, and Mike had to bend his head down a bit as to not bump his head on the top of the frame.

"Ah, I meet the gentle giant once again." You laugh and position your fist over your heart to salute.

You and Mike are familiar with each other. Often paired up when training back in boot camp. You would still see him every once in a while, when the Military Police and Survey Corp. grouped together for a meeting.

Mike gives out a quick sniff. "Didn't I tell you years ago that you'd regret joining the Military Police?"

"Everyone makes mistakes I guess." You shrug and look to the side. "Thanks for taking me in. I'm sorry with what happened to Nanaba. She was a great soldier."

Mike shivers at having to remember how his fellow squad member went down. "Yeah, well, this is the reality of being part of this brigade."

Mike then takes the next few hours to give you a tour of the base, introducing you to yours and his squad, and to help you fill out some paperwork.

"Y/N!!!!!!" Layla squeals as she watches you walk into the mess hall.

You flash a big smile when she runs up to hug you.

"Mike! You didn't tell me she was already here!"

Sitting down, Mike takes a sip of his water. "We had to get a lot done."

It’s when sitting to eat dinner, you get to become more familiar with Hanji and Levi while they ask about your time with the Military Police.

"Ah, yes! Those Military Police folk always seem like a stick in the mud!" Hanji laughs.

Levi clicks his tongue. "A bunch of assholes is how I see them."

You nervously laugh as you keep what you really went through in your mind. Layla looks at you with comforting eyes which Mike caught.

A couple weeks pass by, and you are with Mike out on the training grounds as you embarrassingly stand before him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not good at this."

Mike shakes his head. "It's understandable. You've barely had to use your 3D gear so it might take you just a little longer to learn. You won't be going out on any missions unless I approve of it though."

He then notices one of your shoulder straps a bit loose, so he reaches out to tighten it, but retracts his hand in shock when you flinch hard and step back.

"S-sorry!" You apologize quickly as your face heats up when Mike can only stare back at you. "I'll...I'll go fix it myself!"

And you run off, leaving Mike standing there confused.

Your demeaner changes after that day. You've become anxious and you find yourself doing nervous habits like biting at your lips or shaking your leg.

Mike also notices that you don't go around him unless it’s for training or meetings. With you being a member of his squad, he had to get to the bottom of this so he went to Layla.

"Y/N is not herself lately and I know that you know why."

Layla scrunches her face. "It's not my business to give."

Mike's eyes fall flat in annoyance. "As her squad captain, it is my business to know. If it's not handled, she can get herself hurt with her head in the fog."

Layla sighs and takes a seat. "She's also afraid she'll get hurt."

"How so?"

"I guess I'll just rip the bandaid off because this is not an easy conversation..." Layla hesitates for a moment, "Y/N was getting abused during her time with the Military Police."

"Abused?" Mike sits up straighter, "By who?"

"Nile." Kayla sees Mike's face grow dark. He already hates Nile, so this is the icing on the cake. "He would um...hit her a lot, call her names, make her his personal servant."

This gives Mike the answer as to why Y/N flinched away from him that day.

"No one did anything about it?" He asks.

Kayla shakes her head sadly. "She tried to turn him in, but they just laughed and said maybe she needed to be put in her place. I wanted to help her, but she begged me not to or she would get in trouble with Nile."

Mike clears his throat. "She flinched back from me the other day. She knows I won't hurt her right?"

"She doesn't know that yet. Her trust in people isn't very high. Y/N always thinks people will end up hitting her or start talking down to her if she doesn't do a good job. She was conditioned to believe that for a lot of years." Kayla explains as Mike just listens in shock.

"Is that why she hasn't been around me lately? I know she's been upset because she hasn't got 3D maneuvering down, but I would never hurt her."

Kayla hums. "That's partly the reason. The abuse made her depressed and she turned to alcohol for a while. The addiction got pretty bad until I worked with her to get off of it. Addiction stays for life though, and she's been holding herself back from drinking it lately. That is also another reason you might see her so anxious and fidgety."

Mike thanks Kayla for the information and leaves to find you. The base is empty as everyone is in their rooms asleep, except for you. You snuck out of bed and into the mess hall.

You stand on your tippy toes to try and reach a rum bottle on the top shelf when a big hand grabs it instead.

Snapping around, you are face to face with Mike who holds the bottle up high.

“Mike?!”

He grunts. “Were you trying to get this?”

You pale as you stumble on trying to find words to say. “I-I ….I’m sorry! I-“

Mike sets the bottle on the table and you close your eyes, waiting for some sort of impact to hit your face.

You let out a shaky breathe when you feel gentle fingers glide across your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Mike crouched in front of you.

“Kayla told me everything.”

You don’t speak as his fingers touching your face are making you nervous.

He sighs. “I won’t hurt you. What they did was inhumane and they will be dealt with.”

You can only nod as you have yet to relax your tense body.

“You also don’t need any alcohol to comfort you. Come to me if you need help.”

“O-ok.” You squeak out.

Mike then takes your hands and holds them gently, but you break out into a sob and lean over to hug him.

He hugs you back tightly and sniffs your hair. This was the closest he’s been to you and your scent is lovely to him. Unbeknownst to you, Mike has always had feelings for you. He gave up on those feelings when you decided to split ways by going to the Military Police, but they would always blossom again whenever he would see you.

A few days later, you are in the washroom with Mike as you clean his hands. You gently wash over the cuts and bruises going across his knuckles, and you give him a scolding look, but he can only smile at the fact you won’t ever be hurt again.

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lovelywritinglady · 1 year

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Why Do You Care Now?

Erwin Smith x fem!Reader

In which Erwin and reader get into an argument about the status of their relationship…

Angst, Erwin is an ass, fluff eventuality.

Your Pov

He doesn’t care about me. I was simply something that could satisfy his needs while he had spare time. He told me he loved me and that I was the reason he fought so hard for humanity. Now I know he told me sweet lies so I’d be caught in his trap. I was just a toy for Erwin Smith. This revelation makes me feel sick. I feel betrayed and yet I still love him. I truly do and I thought he did too, but it was all a lie. Every sweet word, every touch, every feeling was nothing more than a deception.

A few minutes earlier…

I walk into my lover’s office to deliver him reports. I also wanted to talk to him about our relationship and whether or not it would be okay if other people could know about us. I mean it doesn’t seem like a bad thing to ask about, right?

I knock on his door and hear him telling me to enter. I entered with a smile on my face. Seeing him always makes my heart fill with joy. Because this world is dangerous and death is around every corner, but being with Erwin makes me realize that it’s can also be beautiful. I set the reports on his desk as he send me a small smile.

“Hello Commander” I say

“Hello cadet” Erwin says with a serious expression.

“Here are the recent reports for you sir”

“Thank you cadet, that’ll be all”

“Actually sir, there is something I’d like to talk with you about.” I say nervously

“I have a minute to spare, so please” he says as he gestures to the seat in front of me.

“It’s about us. I was wondering if it would be okay if we could maybe tell people about our relationship? I mean we have been together for a while now, and I just though that it would be time to tell people.” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Y/n I think you misunderstand what we are exactly.” Erwin says with a sigh

“Aren’t we together sir?” I question.

“No y/n you are simply someone that I have sexual relations with. You and I are nothing more that casual friends that have sex.” Erwin says while looking at me.

My heart drops at this sudden information and I’m confused on what he means.

“B-but Erwin you told me that you loved me. You do love me don’t you?” I say as tears start to form.

“I do not love you. I have never loved you. I only said that to you to satisfy your needs and to keep you around me. I’m far too busy for love. And even if I wasn’t, you’re not the person that I’d first choose. You’re a clingy annoying brat that is only good for sex. In fact I do not care what happens to you. If you were to die, then I would simply take it like everyone else that dies for this regiment.” He says with no ounce of remorse.

I sit there with tears now flowing out of my eyes. My entire heart feels like it’s been shattered. I can’t breathe. I thought he loved me? I’m nothing to him? He wouldn’t care if I died? This is not the same man I knew yesterday. The man I knew yesterday would have hugged me if I had asked. Or comforted me after a rough expedition. Or kissed me just because. The man I knew yesterday would tell me how important I was to him and how much he loved me. He would’ve told me that he would protect me and that he hoped one day we could live together and get married. That man I knew yesterday is no longer the man I see in front of me. This man is nothing but anger and he’s looking at me like I’m the most disgusting thing in this wretched world.

“Now Cadet if that’s all, you may take your leave” Erwin says coldly

I say nothing as I leave his office. For I cannot even speak. Hell, I can’t even think straight. Everything I had is now gone. He truly doesn’t care for me. My feelings for him don’t matter and neither does my life. Currently it feels as though I’m drowning in sadness unable to see the surface.

One month later during an expedition…

Beyond the walls is beautiful, it truly is. If it weren’t for the threat of titians, humanity would flourish out here. Currently the scouts are on an expedition. Our mission is to gather as much information as we can. This is set to be a several day expedition, but so far our losses exceed what we hoped. Yet the commander pushes us on with our mission.

At this point I don’t care if I live or die. This world is shit and the thing I loved most betrayed me. So now, I don’t believe I have a will to live. Erwin was the only thing I had. My parents were scouts and they both met their demise during an expedition just like this one. Maybe I’ll join them soon? Will anyone account my death if I were to die today? Will anyone care? Will he care?

My thoughts were interrupted my a large hand hovering over me. Before I could react, it grabbed me and began lifting me off my horse. I didn’t scream as it began crushing my bones. I didn’t cry as I saw it’s mouth opening and felt myself being pulled towards it. All I felt was relief. And for the first time in awhile, I feel happy. I’m going to die and that doesn’t scare me.

Suddenly I heard the sound of ODM gear. And the grip on my body loosened and I felt my body begin to fall. The fall was interrupted by someone grabbing me mid air. I felt dizzy and it felt like there was a blanket of blood covering my broken body. My eyes felt heavy and all I wanted to do was close my eyes. I’m so tired and I can’t feel my body. Before I closed my eyes I saw him. Erwin’s face is hovering over mine. Maybe I’m having one last hopeful imagination, but I think I see tears in his eyes. His mouth is moving, but I can’t hear any words coming out of his mouth. After a minute of looking at him I finally close my eyes and everything goes dark.

Erwin Pov

It’s been nearly a week since I saved y/n. She’s going to recover, but her body was bruised severely and several of her bones were broke. It’s a miracle that she was able to survive. The thought of her dying broke something in me. I know what I said to her. And if there were ever anything I were to regret, it would be the poison that I spoke to her on that day. Seeing her about to get eaten made me neglect my very duties as a commander. I broke formation to save her. Every logical thought I had was replaced with my desire to save her. I try being with her as much as I can, however my duties as a commander keep me away from her. I want to be there when she wakes up. I want to tell her that all I said to her on that day was nothing but lies. I want her to forgive me and love me the way that she use to. I want to tell her, hell, I need to tell her that I do indeed love her.

At first she was someone that I used to satisfy my needs. She was simply a means to an end. There was a time where the threat of her life would not have bothered me. But she slowly crept into my heart. She made me feel more passion that I thought was capable in this life. That scared me. I was scared of how she made me feel. In fear of losing her. But she’s alive and would have died if I didn’t save her.

Two Days Later…

I managed to get some spare time to see her today. Hange says that y/n should wake up soon. I’m hoping she does. I miss her and I’m desperate to tell her how I feel. She needs to hear what I have to say. I’m confident that she will forgive me if I just tell her. Right?

My thoughts are interrupted when I heard rustling next to me. I immediately went close to her just waiting for her to open her eyes. After a few more seconds, her eyes flutter open and my eyes meet with hers and I began to smile.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” I asked her

“Erwin?” She whispered

“Don’t talk just yet let me get you some water. ” I say as I grab the glass of water by her bedside.

“Thanks” she say as she grabs the water from my hand and takes a small sip from it. After she’s done I take it from her and place it back on her bedside.

“Erwin, why are you here?” She questions

“Y/n, I’m here because I was worried about you. You nearly died, but I managed to save you from a titan. You’ve been asleep for little over a week now, but Hange says that you’ll make a full recovery.” I tell her

“Thank you for saving me Erwin, I truly appreciate that, but you didn’t answer my question”

“I’m here because I need to tell you that everything I said to you that say was a lie. I said those hurtful things to you because I was scared of telling anyone because I was scared. And y/n I am so sorry for what I said to you. And I hope that you can forgive me for what I’ve done to you. Y/n I love you and I want us to be together again. And this time I want us to be public with it. I’ll give you some time to think, but just know that I truly do want this with you.” I said to her sincerely hoping she would understand.

“Erwin, thank you for being honest with me. However I do not want to be with you.” She said

“Y/n you’re confused and you just woke up. Maybe give it a few days?” I said nervously

“Erwin I’m sorry but I cannot be with someone that said they wouldn’t care if I was dead. You lied to me and used me. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re telling me the truth. And why do you even care now?” Y/n said raising her voice.

“Y/n I am telling you the truth. So please give me this chance I will do better I promise”

“Please leave and don’t come and visit me again. I do not want to be with you. I will not allow myself to love you the way I use to. So please leave. You and I are nothing more than commander and cadet.” She says coldly.

“Y/n please.” I beg her

“Just go!”

I do as she says and I leave the room. I’ve lost her. If I had only showed her that I cared for her then, none of this would’ve happened. But at the same time I felt that my apology was good. She’s just not thinking rationally, so perhaps she’ll come back to me soon. That’s my hope anyway.

One Year Later

Your pov

My body took months to heal and because of how badly I was injured, I permanently have a slight limp in my leg. It stops me from being as efficient as I use to be, but I manage. I am no longer bothered by Erwin Smith. He was persistent about us being together again for months after I woke up. But now he’s ceased his actions and our relationship is strictly professional. He did promise me that I would be the only woman he’d ever love. And how he regrets his actions. I feel bad for him, but I’ve moved on and I’m much happier with my life.

I also found new love in someone that I trust. He’s a very strong soldier with a passion to help humanity. I admire and love him. He’s loyal and with him I never question whether or not he loves me or not. I’m so happy that we fell for each other. And we’re even public with our relationship. When I asked him he didn’t hesitate to say yes to the idea. His name is Mike Zacharias. He helped me get promoted to squad leader and I have yet to lose anyone. I feel accomplished with what I have done and who I have become. This world is dangerous, but now I have the passion to fight for my future.

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Miche Zacharius Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 Miche is a man who thrives on acts of service. You hardly have to ask him to do anything; just hint at it, and Miche is already jumping into action

𓆃 He somehow knows the solution to everything, especially when it’s something hands-on. Your sink has been leaking for a week? He’s already grabbed his toolbox. Your obscure kitchen product broke, and you threw away the manual? Miche had one of those as a kid and knows exactly what to do

𓆃 You could be talking in a group about how you can’t lower your bed, and Miche is approaching you after asking if you want to have him take a look

𓆃 You never have to ask twice for anything. Mention anything about flowers once, and you’ve got them. Mention wanting a nice treat for yourself, and Miche is picking one up during his day in town

𓆃 The acts of service are great, but it’s also not a supplement for communication. Because as much as you appreciate the nice things he does for you, sometimes you just don’t want him to solve your problems for you

𓆃 Sometimes, you just want him to listen, and he’s already out the door, ready to handle whatever problem was getting on your nerves for the day

𓆃 “I’m a guy,” he’ll tell you very matter of factly, “That’s what guys do.”

𓆃 He also thinks he’s helpful when you’re on your way out the door and he’s putting your wallet and keys in his pocket.

𓆃 You’re trying to go over your mental checklist of things that need to be done before you leave the house, looking all over the place for your things. Meanwhile, Miche is standing by the door, “I have got your wallet and keys. Let’s go.”

𓆃 He hands them to you at soon as you close the front door saying something like, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to find them anyway.”

𓆃 Oh, he’ll also chronically forget to respond to you. You can walk out to where he’s reading a book or tending to his horse to tell him something important, and he just... doesn’t respond?

𓆃 You’ve started to say, “Acknowledge?” to remind him that he answered you in his head and not aloud.

𓆃 Ugh, he’s such a dad too. He’ll stand around with an ale in his hand, talking to other guys about the costs of buildings or farm equipment

𓆃 Can and will climb something recklessly or try to carry something too heavy for him despite your worried protests

𓆃 Miche is your knight in shining armor. Always there to rescue you in some way or another.

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Erwin X Reader X Miche NSFW

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content warnings: dirty talk, dp, oral (f receiving), anal, some wine for liquid courage, poly relationship

word count:~ 2.5k

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"Y/N, don't spill wine over my paperwork, please baby I spent two nights filling them out" Erwin warned from the couch and you gently grabbed the glass, placing it on the other side of you, away from anything that could get ruined.

You were sitting on top of the table, swaying your legs as all three of you enjoyed your night.

Using all of your vacation days for this prolonged weekend, you all hoped that there won't be an emergency since everything has been fairly quiet lately.

You decided to spend your anniversary in Erwin's office since it was more spacious than any of the bedrooms and going out also wasn't an option for you sadly. Miche mentioned once how he despised the fact that he can't take you out to fancy dinners, not without constantly being in a fight or flight mode, and Erwin commented on looking forward to the day when they can see you all dolled up and blushing as they drag you around for a dozen of already perfectly planned out dates.

You didn't dwell on it, instead, you all sneaked in some booze during your last long mission, from a faraway village that had big healthy grape fields that were lucky enough to go untouched after all of these scary years.

You weren't allowed to take gifts from the people, let alone if it's alcohol but you all proclaimed the rule stupid, hiding a bottle each as you returned to the base that month. They remained sealed for a special occasion.

"Sorry!" you tipsily replied an eternity later. You weren't really a lightweight but holy fuck...that wine is stronger than some whiskeys you tried. Maybe you're over exaggerating but the gentle burn of your throat as you took another sip could definitely support your case.

The room you were in was dimmed, curtains draped over the windows as a last effort to keep some of the scorching heat from entering it. The lights were off, save for a few candles scattered around.

Miche sat spread out on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and his jacket long forgotten on the hanger. Erwin was sitting in his chair, wiping sweat off of his face with the back of his hand, his shirt damp and in your delusional horny mind, it was now almost see-through.

"I would think that they would fund the commanders with fans or something. Or at least an ice pack!" Miche complained, lowering his glass on the cupboard.

You made a small hum of agreement, gathering your hair up to put it in a ponytail, huffing when a significant amount of it still warmed your neck.

"At least we are all off duty, imagine working in that heat" you tried to brighten the mood.

"And it's also the reason I'm graced with such a nice view!" you gather the courage to be a little bold, crossing your legs.

Erwin adjusted in his chair, leaning back, a sly grin on his face. He would usually return your flirty-ness tenfold, but today he decided to enjoy as you blushed and writhed under their gazes.

You keep stealing glances at both of them, and your lips stay parted as you watch Erwin's hand slowly palm the growing bulge in his pants.

The tension was already thick, but the air has gotten heavier in the past hour, all three of you aware that after months of nonstop work, you could finally have a long night all for yourselves.

A low rumble crawls up your spine and up to your ears, and you turn to take a peek at Miche, who clicks his tongue as he stands up.

Your heart slams hard against your ribs and you are sure you can hear it as his hand makes contact with your cheek, softly but with an evident tremble.

"So bashful...You smell so fucking irresistible tonight sweetheart" The gruff of his voice sends goosebumps through your limbs and you crane your neck to the side, his nose finding home above your collarbone.

He fills his lungs with your smell, his other hand spreading out across your hip.

Your fingers come to thread in his hair, steadying yourself while he laps at your skin, eager open-mouthed kisses scattering wherever he can reach.

A speck of worry washes over you and you hope that Erwin doesn't feel left out, but the sound of a zipper and a deep groan were enough to ease your concern.

You can't help your curiosity, and with half-lidded eyes you stare at him, focusing on the heavy length that rested in his palm.

You might be shy but you're not stupid. This whole night you felt like a pray being carefully watched, danced around until you were carefully backed up into a wall. A wall you willingly leaned yourself against.

Pent up wouldn't begin to describe how awfully eager the three of you felt.

"Yeah, she smells nice? Where?" it's not like Miche needed a push but the question prompts him, and he slips his large hand to your thigh, sneaking it under your skirt to rub firm strokes across your panties.

You whine, spreading your legs and the man watching seems to appreciate it, judging by the leisurely timed slick strokes that fill the otherwise quiet room.

You feel hypnotized and if that's not the biggest compliment a man can get...Erwin spreads his own legs a little further, cupping his hefty sack in his free hand.

"You're drooling baby, are you really such a whore?" Miche hushes in your ear, slipping your panties to the side and hissing at the wetness that spreads across his fingers.

"Hold your skirt up for me will you? I know you love it when I look..." and you do so in a heartbeat, crumpling up the fabric and holding it close to your chest.

"Please..." as if you're sane enough to know what you're begging for. Being on display is embarrassing but the rough hand which slowly works you open doesn't leave much room for you to *think*.

Watching a 6-foot-something man fall to his knees would send an average woman into a coma, and you feel the heat radiating to the tips of your ears and nose.

The larger man grabs handfuls of your thighs, pushing them as far as they can go and then later pulling you closer to the edge of the table.

Miche noses against your clit first, teasing your spit-covered bud as he wastes no time to tongue your greedy cunt. Each swallow is followed by a guttural groan and he manages to delve deeper with each lick, all up until his face is full with the fat of your pussy.

Erwin is not as patient today as he thought he would be, that's why soon enough he kicks off his pants and underwear from his ankles and he takes slow steps towards you. He leans down to kiss you deeply first, just in time as Miche licks a particularly bold, flat stripe across your pussy. His moan spreads through your tummy and you gasp into Erwin's mouth.

He slips an arm behind your back, holding you steady so that you don't tumble backwards. His other hand spreads across your neck, pressing just enough so that he can hold your face still. He feels each swallow of your throat, your pulse pushing against his fingertips ever so slightly.

Minutes later you're fully relaxed, eagerly grinding against Miche as the other soldier loosens the first few buttons of your button-up shirt, just enough so that he can slip his hand inside. His fingers expertly twirl your nipples, pinching and squeezing at your breasts as he sucks on your lolled-out tongue.

You flinch in surprise when you feel Miche's tongue travel lower and your heart skips a beat once he spits onto your hole, gracing it with a few hearty licks before his thumb dips inside the puckered muscle.

Once your tits feel sore under Erwin's palms, he gives you mercy, only so that he can dip his hand between your legs and circle your aching clit with his fingers.

It's messy...the way Miche was back to licking at your folds and the quick flicks of the other man's skillful hand.

Drool leaks between your legs, and soon enough your ass is being split open by two thick fingers.

You feel overwhelmed, and as they pump deeper inside you, you taste the first drops of your high.

You know you won't reach it, not now, not unless they want you to. And you'd be a fool to not know how much pleasure they take in torturing you.

They push you right to the edge until you're hanging from it by a thread, quickening their pace and abruptly stopping, just in time.

"Pretty girl...breathe..." Erwin coos, leaving your throbbing clit and Miche moves his face away from your heat with a load *pop*.

You're crying, ever so quietly as you calm down, whining at the loss.

Gently, Miche slips his fingers out, getting back up to his feet. In the rush of everything you didn't notice that his cock was now exposed, lathered in pre as he gave it a few final tugs before leaving it alone to throb.

"Cruel." you manage to whisper out. You slip your panties off, leaving them forgotten on the table.

Erwin picks you up gently and you wrap your arms around his neck, your feet locking behind his back.

You can feel his length sliding between your bodies, and he props you up just a little, angling his hips so that his tip hooks at the entrance of your cunt.

"We are, aren't we?" Miche answers, pressing flush against your back. Their strong arms hold you up, Erwin's wrapped around your waist, making it seem so fucking tiny compared to his large palms. Miche's find purchase on your ass, and he slips his salivating dick in between your cheeks, rutting against your backside.

They hike your skirt back up, trapping it between them.

Miche leans down to rest his head on your shoulder, the strands that escaped your ponytail tickling his face.

"You're gonna be good, will you?" Erwin asks, experimentally rolling his hips to stuff the first wide inch inside your pussy. You just nod, taking a deep breath.

Miche waits patiently as you fully sink on the first length, your heat hungrily swallowing it. He's wide, and you're sure you'll feel so sore in the morning, but right now, you open up easily, letting it fill you until it bumps against the end of the tight tunnel.

"Shit..." only God knows who said it, but Miche kisses your cheek before he uses one hand to guide his cock barely inside.

That stretch is different, knocking the air from your lungs because as he rocks his hips to get it all to fit, it rubs against the shared wall and it's all too much. You cry out silently, your hands slipping under the collar of Erwin’s shirt, your nails digging into his back as he shushes you, words of affirmation soothing your mind.

"Fuck, such a tight little girl, you're doing so good. How does it feel?" Miche's gravelly voice grounds you as well, and you swallow the small lump in your throat before speaking up.

"Good...So fucking good" his foul mouth is rubbing off on you because as you say that you can only whisper out another string of curses.

They both hum in response, and Erwin starts to slowly bounce you on top of them.

Unhurriedly, the pace picks up over time, causing the knot in your stomach to build back up from where it left off minutes ago. The uncomfortable feeling was gone as fast as it came, making the fullness feel welcome.

Slow and steady, they set a rhythm of never leaving you empty, each stroke more intoxicating than the other.

The room grows quiet, only filled with deep breaths and moans and the filthy wet plapping of skin. You can feel them in your guts, and as the angle becomes just right, both of their cocks reach the furthest parts of you at the same time. You babble, incoherent as you try to leverage yourself off of Erwin's shoulders, slamming down against them.

Your toes are numb, curling and uncurling with every pleasure-filled push of their dicks.

Squeezing around them, you make their lives a living hell, and the grips on your hips and ass tighten, leaving small bruises in their wake.

You can't keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut while your body runs out of strength to hold itself up. The change in your weight doesn't startle them, instead, they just readjust quickly, working your pliant body as they now more hurriedly fuck into you.

"You gotta let us know when you're close princess, c'mon" Your throat is dry, but you manage to rush out a quick raspy 'yeah' before your head gently falls on top of Miche's shoulder.

Erwin looks down to where the three of you connect, and he watches with drunken eyes as your pussy gushes around him.

The gentlemen that they are, they hold on until they feel your body shake, your walls tightening and gripping them until they can barely move, eagerly humping into you.

"Such a pretty girl, that's it" You're sure you're already cumming, so so fast, but Miche slips one of his hands between yours and Erwin's chests, finding the small flower of your pussy and he strokes, fast and hard and filthy until your nerves feel like they're on fire.

You release with a loud scream, throbbing *everywhere* and you mewl at the warmth filling you up, flooding you until you're about to burst.

"It's all for you, take it- fuck, you can take it-..." You hear Miche groan through gritted teeth and Erwin loses it, his voice breaking as he repeats the chant.

"There you go, holy shit..." he manages a handful more of harsh strokes, fucking the last scream out of you before they both still, humming in bliss as spend spreads across every curve and bump inside your holes.

Their legs falter a bit, knees going weak as both of their cocks slowly stop jerking, getting milked dry by your spasming muscles.

Slipping out carefully, they help you down to your feet, watching in awe as seed dribbles down your legs.

They guide you to the couch, patiently as you take what feels like an eternity to bend your legs.

They sit next to you, not leaving your side with their hands wandering over your skin in soothing patterns, only stopping once you sigh in relief, stretching your legs out.

"Everything is sticky..." you complain halfheartedly, so terribly exhausted.

"You're younger." Miche insists and he gets a death stare in return. "I’m sure I can find a way to make you resign" is the only response he gets.

It's an empty threat because they both get up soon after, cleaning everything up and blowing out the candles.

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Your sparring post w/ levi finished me off 😭 would u ever consider doing similar stuff for Miche? I love the idea of sparring with him n havin to deploy some seductive techniques to distract him except u actually really like him n it works

Sparring 2.0 | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Miche Zacharius x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fighting, sexual tension, established-ish relationship?, suggestive themes?

☾ A/N ➼ HI! Okay sorry this took so long, I've had the worst bout of reverse imposter syndrome?? Idk if that's even a thing, I just know it was very disorienting to bring up Levi and NOT write about him haha. But I really enjoyed this as a writing exercise, it really brought me out of my comfort zone. The worst thing about how little time we got with Miche is how we don't have a lot to go on with his character. So with that said, this is kind of how I see him and I hope that's okay!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.1k

The mid-afternoon sun bares down on your already sun-kissed face while you watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked by Captain Levi from the fence separating the barracks and training grounds. Miche Zacharius towered over Levi by a good foot and then some, so you couldn't help but laugh out loud when Levi slams Miche into the ground with an arm pinned behind him.

"Are they at it again?" Nanaba leans against the fence next to you, staring into the pit with an amused smile.

"Yeah. Ever since Levi took his place as 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier'," you use air quotes as you speak, shooting Nanaba a matching smile. "Miche has been trying to prove something."

"Prove what? That he’s shit at fighting?" Her comment makes you snort.

“Oh I'm so telling him you said that." You jokingly chide, bumping into her shoulder affectionately.

"Telling who what?” Miche's sudden voice startles you but you're quick to hide your surprise with a teasing smile. He stands in front of you with only the fence separating you two. With his height compared to you, he makes the perfect sun-shield.

"Nothing. Are you two done?" You look around him to see an empty pit, no captain in sight.

"Levi said he needed to make sure his squad cleaned the stables correctly." Miche says as he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat that drips down his face. You can't keep your gaze from sliding down his toned abs and blonde happy trail as he does so. "Nanaba, did you get those reports on my desk yet?” He drops his shirt much to your dismay.

"On my way to do that now, Sir." She smirks as she gives a half-assed salute then turns and leaves. When she's gone, you look back up to Miche with a cheeky grin.

"How do you get your squad to listen to you right away?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“They know I’ll kick their ass if they don’t.” His response makes you chuckle.

“Nanaba didn’t seem too terrified of you.” He gives you a lopsided grin before sliding his fingers down your face then under your chin, tilting it up to face him better with your chin now trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down as if to kiss you but stops abruptly, his face hovering right above yours.

"Hmm. Are you?" He traces your bottom lip with his thumb as he eyes your most likely dazed face. His expression is hard to read.

"Should I be?" You swallow hard. He only hums and leans in more.

Miche was never this forward, and by the time you realize his true purpose, it was too late. He grabs you by the waist and wrist then flips you over him into the pit. You've always been known for your agility so you were able to land without issue. The issue was the fact that your 6'4" boyfriend came barreling down at you the second you did.

"Miche, what the-" You barely duck out of the way in time. A rush of wind hits your face from a missed punch. It wasn't as fast as you'd expect from him, which you were grateful for. You jump back to give yourself some space but he fills it just as quickly, putting himself in an offensive stance. You only have time to cross your arms in front of your chest before his knee makes contact. A dull pain makes its way up your arms.

Throwing your whole weight back, you backflip out of the way and feel your feet kick something. Good. If you could just get a little more distance… but it seems like Miche knows your fighting style inside and out because he doesn’t give you a chance to think. He throws up another punch in which you counter it with your forearm, using this moment to pull your knee up into his groin.

As always, he expects it and moves a leg back to avoid your strike. With one swift motion, he grabs your thigh and pulls up which knocks you off balance and you hit the ground with a slam. You’re gasping for air when he pulls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head with his knees on both sides of your right leg.

“Ready to give up, yet?” He grumbles down at you.

“H-” You attempt to move an arm and notice there’s quite a bit of give. “Hardly. Why are you going so easy on me?” You quip back, a smirk tugging at your lips. His body shakes above you as he laughs.

“That’s not what you said last nig-” You lean forward to close the distance and lock your lips onto his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He’s so taken aback by the sudden movement, but you feel him relax which is exactly what you were hoping for.

As quickly as possible, you pull your arms out of his grips. This causes an imbalance in his stance, which you were happy to take advantage of. You wrap your legs around him and twist to the side at the same time that you use your hands to push him. He falls without resistance. When you both land, he’s now flat on his back with you straddling his chest with your full weight. You pin his arms to the side and smile down at him innocently.

“Are you sure you’re humanity’s second strongest? We might have to move you down the list.” You chuckle down at him.

“To my defense, I just sparred with Levi.” He grumbles back.

“And yet you still picked a fight… and lost.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, you win. This time.” You lean down to kiss him again, this time with no ulterior motive. After a moment, you break away and sigh. Looking down, you see dirt and dust caking your once pristine civilian clothes.

“Now I need to go clean up. I was headed into town before you decided to beat me up.” With that, you gently pull yourself off Miche and offer a hand for him to help himself up with. He just wipes at the dust on his uniform with his hands, grunting back in response. Turning to leave, you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, “You could help with that, if you want.” A quick pair of footsteps falling in behind you makes you laugh as you lead the way back to the barracks.

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Chapter Three: There's so much on (y)our mind(s)

Chapter summary: both of them are simping for each other it's annoying, really. Jk. Y/n finally attends one of the flats parties and Mike's asking what's weighing on his head.

wc: 6092

Warnings: Mike and Y/n finally sleep together huheueh

Other characters: the Levi squad appears ~finally ~

Note: thank you to @aizenhours for beta reading chapter 2 and 3 for this, here's to finishing this before April

Masterlist - chapter 4

Ackerman Manor, Shiganshina, Paradis

Sousterre, Paradis

The realisation of Y/n’s stay reaching its third month came to Kenny’s mind once he’d opened his eyes and heard Kuchel’s playlist from the open window of his bedroom. It made sense to him why that thought came hard, he’d been putting off the lunch that Uri and Kuchel suggested since she’d arrived. Her grandmother’s face and her mother’s attitude, that was something he would never imagine. Or be prepared for. Frankly speaking, he doesn’t know if he’d ever be in the mental state face the girl.

Or sit through a lunch when the ghosts of his past were across him.

Family duty is still a duty. That he reminded himself once he’d seen the thick folder hanging on the desk of his office.

“Kuchel,” he called from the kitchen’s wide open windows, coffee mug up to his face and today’s paper tucked under his arm. She only spared him a glance, testing his patience this — late — morning.

“Kuchel.”

With another huff, she threw the comforter over the line with irritation and bent down to reach for the basket. Her hold on it told him how ready she was to chuck it through the window to land on his face. “What now?”

“Pyxis and Zackly’s waiting for an answer, are they gonna see her or what?”

“Let them keep asking then,” not as annoyed as she expected, Kuchel still threw the basket through the window with a lighter force to it. “Hold on I’m coming in.”

“You could’ve taken this with you!”

“Easier to throw it at you.” She laughed, running in through the door. “Like I said, let them keep asking.”

“She’s an Escarra. The only one with any seriousness in her life, too,” he grumbled into his cup.

“I’m an Ackerman, you’re an Ackerman. What’s new.” Having a change of heart, Kuchel sat down and spoke in a softer to explain. As if it’d erase a wrinkle from his forehead. “She’s still a kid, let her be that. Do you know what she asked me, Ken? ‘Ms. Kuchel, can you please make me fried rice’, and a college student.”

“I understand letting her adjust here. And to this life.” He sighed. “Unless you’re being more of a mother to her than to your own son.”

Swallowing her anger, Kuchel’s face showed him that he’d gone too far with his words again. “No, Kenny. I’m doing what I promised we’d do. And taking care of her is what I only know.”

“Is the restraining order your idea?”

“No,” her eyes narrowed over the rim of her glass, “she hates her extended family. Saw the opportunity to cut them off forever, and took it.”

He sighed a low “Sorry.” Before turning to his newspaper, “How about January?”

“You lost me, what? January?”

“I talk to her in the morning, introduce the other families to her in the afternoon. January of next year before her classes start.”

“Mhm, she’s in class now,” she looked at the clock to confirm her guess, “Wonder how she’s doing. HA! I should visit her! You can come too unless you haven’t . . .”

A look above his second cup silenced Kuchel.

Suffering.

In silence.

That’s what she was doing in class. Face resting on her palm, and never questioned why her brain chose to tune in to their conversation rather than the class presentations.

“I mean listen, listen,” started Eld, he always started the unhinged conversations when Gunther focused his eyes on the game below the desk. “This is actually important, do you have condoms on you?”

“Now?”

“In your wallet.”

“Now, now?”

“Yes,” hope made him sit straight, watching when Gunther hovered over to reach for his wallet.

Only to open it and say, “Nah, I’m a virgin. Go to the free—”

“The banana flavours gave me an allergic reaction.”

In the first two weeks of classes, she was already sure she’d survive sitting behind them, quietly listening to their conversations. Today, when she woke up after a sleepless night and started the day with no effort to ‘behave’ herself, her cheeks hallowed out and a hand went up to her to cover her mouth.

The other hand gripped her pen harder, laughing to herself as their heads slowly turned to her. Both of them with agony written on their faces.

“Urusai, you two are . . .” came a new voice from the same row of seats.

Mouths agape and eyes wide open, they all turned to the front. The girl who offered to post lecture notes in the group chat and was voted to be their representative (when no one else raised their hand) turned to them in her seat. “No way, you understand us, too, Prez?”

“Ok wait, no. This is too much. How do you run out of condoms? No, how much sex do you have.”

Gunther shrugged, adding, “The amount he’s talking about is making it seem non-existent.”

“That’s not normal?” Asked (Y/n), bringing their attention to her. “You’re a sex addict?”

“No, that’s why it’s concerning.”

“Ahh,” Eld sat up in hopes that they’d stop talking about his sex life, “So uhh, we understand each other? Japan-raised, too?”

. . .

It was the first time that she walked out of the arts building without her gaze set straight or sometimes, searching for Mike in the practice fields as she avoided the rush of people. She was content with walking to the side, listening as they each explained why— of all people on the campus— they could speak Japanese.

“Eh, same old story.” Gunther began. Only asking, “You guys don’t know?” when their silence meant they anticipated an explanation beyond that.

“We just met . . . this is the ice breaker, ice breaker-ing.”

“Right, uhh. So, listen. There’s this place at the ocean sides of Paradis where most Japanese vendors would take off. That’s the history behind that, and then the world wars happened, and Japanese families fled to those rivers and acted like merchants. I’m fourth-generation Japanese” two finger guns thrown at them to emphasise, ”and I can cut your hair if you want.”

“Ha?” Turned Eld, slowing down in his steps. “You weren’t joking when you said that was your fun fact? ‘I’m Gunther and I can cut hair.’ ”

“Woah, you really can change your voice,” gasped (Y/n), eyes wide in amusement. Biting back, ‘Can you do a hentai voice?’ No, they just met. That’s too of a wild version of her.

Gunther only shrugged, wearing a prideful smile. “That’s how my great-grandmother put food on the table when we started zero.” Turning to Petra, “What about you?”

“Embassy workers, they made me go to a public school so I can adapt to the language.”

“Eh, wish they did that to me,” said Eld, swinging his backpack’s strap over his shoulder. “Mine were in media, put me in the international school across the company and hired a tutor for Japanese. Double school.”

“Oh,” she nodded, then looked past them to see that Mike’s back was turned to her. “I went to an international school, too. Well, Indian-international.”

“You still know Japanese.”

“When you’re parents are gone for the entire day you learn it from your surroundings. I was an outside kid. I was playing chess with my sensei. And then they just adopted me in the community.” Outside home and always inside the archery dojo until Sensei took to himself to drop her home with Masaki was what she wanted to say. But instead, she only suggested, “we should sit together from now on.”

“And talk in English,” added Petra with a finger pointed at Eld, “you sound like a Tokyo boy. No offense,” moving to Mitabe, “you have a different dialect,” then pointed to herself, “I can’t talk normally for too long.”

“You’re already rusty?”

“Nah, nah, Gyaru-pet(ra) might take over when I’m too into it, jyan.”

Two weeks later, October -

Quiet.

That’s how Eld would describe the two who sat by his side, (Y/n) scribbling to his left and Petra’s manicured nails tapping on her screen. Which he learnt was Twitter discourse later on. The quiet president of their batch was violent on a Twitter space, the perfect recipe for an online controversy one day.

Both of them shared the same aura of calmness. Their faces were far opposites from sharing any similarities. It was Gunther who nailed the perfect description for it. ‘Serene’s for Petra’ and ‘(Y/n) is melancholy’.

‘Both shouldn’t be crying, it’d break your heart.’

For a while, Eld agreed. Surely the two of them would have a coming age of moment sometime in the four-year course of their college lives.

And every day when he walked into class and took his seat in between the two of them, they grew comfortable with each other. Every word that came out of their mouths crossed a letter off of Gunther’s description.

“Someone already caused you so much pain. Might as well get back at their times two— Twice the pain. Destroy him little by little, get me?” Petra furiously nodded her head in agreement, carried away by (Y/n)’s reasoning again.

“Who hurt you?” A question that was ignored when (Y/n) brought her thumb and pointer finger together to form a triangle against her face, highlighting the area between her nose and eyebrows.

“This area will hurt the most. Like one time, wait we’re talking about your confessions, ne?”

Eld’s troubled mind was roped in, deciding that there was no use trying to make sense of the first page he listened to, “One time a football player only wanted to ask me out just so he could say he dated a Gaijin. And it was rare to see two G’s in one. Gyaru and Gaijin. How low. If we were raised in the same prefecture, I just know I’d tell you to wait for him at the vending machines.”

Great one resorted to violence, and the other enabled it. Annoying how no one would buy his story when he showed them their pictures. What was it that the adults always said?

“Tell me who your friends are, and I’ll tell you who you are.”

“Eld’s talking to the wind again, ne.” Pointed (Y/n) out, pursing her lips together to, “woooo, I’m the wind god answering your call.”

“He’s like that in the dorms, too, heard his grocery list last night.”

“Uh-huh.” She kicked at nothing, trying to make the cats around their spot look her way. “Make sure you have a shaver for . . . sexy escapades.”

“Or a year’s supply of condoms for sexy escapades.”

Gunther deemed the topic interesting enough for him to put his switch down and spoke, “But, really,” with a finger pointed at Eld, “I think what kind of anime talks about the person better.”

Shrugging, he turned to Petra first. “What do you li—”

“Hentai, ehe,” was the peace sign she threw an effort to distract him from the confession. No, she’s not one to confess. She just talks into the air and hopes to traumatise whoever listened.

“EH? You watch it? I just read doujins and manga—like the explicit ones, too! All online, I can’t have it physically yet,” cut (Y/n) off. “I do watch, like, anime-anime, like shoujo. Shounen. Anything, really.”

“Really, now.” He raised an eyebrow. ”What’s your favourite?”

A deadpan expression on her face and in unison with Gunther’s voice, “Your mom.”

Their heads were thrown back, laughing at the sync of their minds while Petra patted

Eld’s back. “I think it’s too early on to be sharing a single brain cell, here we are though.” Noticing the hesitating figure of a familiar face looking at (Y/n) from afar they poked at her side.

Contorting her torso to face them, “He’s looking at you. One of the varsity players.”

Unmoving her eyebrows rose up in excitement, “Oh! That’s Mike! . . .Zacharias? Mike Zacharias?” She said not needing to see who it was as her fingers curled against the wooden table for her to abruptly sit up straight and grab her bag from its place. “Please excuse me.”

“MIKE!” She called for him, nearly running into other students.

“Hey,” he huffed up, holding so many questions in his mind when their gap closed. The smile that he hoped to see on such a solemn face was there, could be the people she finally met. “What’s up?”

Her hand guided his hand to grab the plastic container of food. “I made too much last night and I figured, why not? Just . . . this is my container, not yours. Wait,” bowing her head in search of the other container, giving him time to look at the table where she sat at.

They were . . . interesting. And he could only hope that they weren’t as invasive as his only group of friends.

“Now, this is yours— really yours.” She grinned giving him the lunch box of sandwiches and snacks in the other compartment. “You don’t have to give me the container back or anything.”

“Thank you!” Nodding his eyes kept her from leaving the conversation, even though she was turning to the side.

“Uh, you have practice, right? We can just text or . . .”

“Kinda miss having you by my side, just existing.” Before his mind could process the semi-confession, he moved them to the side and leaned onto the barbed wire of the fields. “There’s a party and if you by a miracle don’t injure yourself again—”

“Oh, great! I’ll definitely go this time. I’ll see you there, right?”

“Shoot me a text, I can wait for you outside.”

(Slightly) Jumping in her spot was something he never expected nor imagined, “Yes please, I’d be so lost.”

“MIKE YOU CAN TALK TO HER WHEN YOU INVITE HER—” a whistle, and something his teammates said that had them laughing.

Her body turned to the side, and she waved. “Practice well I guess, and I’ll see you Saturday,”

“Right, right. You too.”

“What’s so great about college parties? Besides the alcohol and stuff. Is it a big deal or—?” Was her first question when she returned to their table, debating on throwing her bag on Eld’s chest, who laid comfortably over his and Gunther’s combined jackets.

No, he’s suffered just enough today.

“It’s the alcohol and stuff, but frats. Cool kids of any university. Sororities, too.”

Joining them at their feet, “That’s all?”

“I’ve been to a few in the first month, it’s not that much,” Petra began, “You go be with Mike. That was him, right? Then while you’re seeing all these people with the music here and there, just observe. And then compare it to when it's Halloween in Japan.”

“Specifically Halloween?”

“Alright, too much. Just after-school club activities. Ah, mine was going to claw machines, I miss those.”

“I went to an international school.”

“Then compare it to something wild there.”

“Uhm, hmm? Can’t think of any wow,” throwing one last glance at Mike whose attention was on warm-ups added another mental image of him in her mind. “Well, guess I’m going huh.”

Pi Kappa Alpha Paradis Chapter

Navigating around the chapter and trying to look straight ahead in the sea of sweaty party-goers somehow brought in a weird feeling of home. Home being Japan in general. And this party was a replay of the many concerts she and Fumiko went to during summer fests to watch their vkei bands. It was funny how the vow she made of going to crowded places was broken in the first semester of her first year.

Still though.

She’s not and will never attend another party like this. Even if it was one that was hosted in Pardis, parties were a reminder of her friends. Friends were home. Unfortunately, she was painfully— almost medically homesick.

And she didn’t want to embarrass herself by crying somewhere in the corner because of it.

A cold liquid being flung near where she was hit the back of her shirt followed by a panicked “sorry,” from a sorority girl, eyes wide with guilt. The target was by (Y/n)’s right. Assuming what the situation was like, her eyes searched the kitchen in front of her.

There he was, hand wrapped around a cup that swished with whatever alcohol was in it. Or poured into. “Mike!” Arms crossed and turned to the other pledges he towered over.

Turning to reveal the panicked expression on her face, he nodded over his shoulder to them. “(Y/n)!” Said Mike in the tone she called his name out in, inspecting if anything had happened to her. “You okay? Anything? Shit, sorry for losing you in the crowd, I was starting to worry about you.”

“I’m alright,” she said with hands waving as if that would calm him down. Hovering her hand over the row of water bottles, her eyes held a look of question. Opened one after he picked one from the boxes under the table— just to be sure. “I just wanted to say bye before going home.”

“Already?” Then he remembered what she’d said when he invited her before. “Was it too much for you? It is for me, so I just escape outside.” He tried, briefly turning to one of the open doors.

“Ahh, no.” Leaning her back against the wall, she watched the crowd she pushed through enjoy themselves, cringing when she saw a few share drunken kisses. There was a brief debate about whether she should tell him how different it was back home. Again though, she assumed that she was tired of Mike hearing all about Japan and settled to saying, “Station closes at eleven, so that’s that. See you on Tuesday?”

Waving his hand, she stood up to pat her pockets to make sure she had everything with her.“ Wait,” he mumbled. Phone. Check. Wallet with one hundred. Check. Her train pass was missing.

Mike jumped in his place as he looked up and saw the grimaced expression on her face.“Okay, at least let me walk you there.”

“Thank you,” discarding the bottle on her way out, the night’s breeze finally cooled the layer of sweat that was on her neck despite the air conditioning inside. “I need another train pass. Lost it while I was in there.”

“You the type to have emotional attachments to little things or what?”

Angling her neck to meet his face, she realised how red his face was with the glow of the streetlamps on the side of his face. “What if the train pass was actually huge, but you’re just super tall.”

In his flat tone, “Ha Ha Ha, that’s so funny. You are such a creative genius, (Y/n).”

“Thank you, thank you. It’s difficult being me.”

. . .

Just as she accepted her fate of walking home, hope made itself known when an empty train rattled the tracks. “But that just went.” She reasoned with the ticket lady who’d been throwing an attitude before she could even begin the question.

“If you’re adventurous, try brisk walking to the next station it’s going to, dear,” the smile (Y/n) wore out of politeness had never faltered so quickly, brows furrowing at the woman. Was that a joke? Or a disguised weight loss advice, which, truthfully was suited to come from someone at that age.

The hands that rested on the counter turned to fists that kept her patience in check, still the lady on. “Trains stop at ten-thirty on weekends. Keep that in mind next time,” she bared her teeth, showing the red lipstick stains in a poor attempt at a smile.

Fists falling to the side, (Y/n)’s “Thank you,” said through gritted teeth was barely heard. ‘Bitch.’ was mouthed as she turned to walk back to Mike who insisted on waiting before she boarded a train.

“What’s up?” He asked following her down the steps, one hand out of his pocket to catch her by her wrist if she tripped on the narrow steps. How she did this twice every day was a mystery to him.

“Late.” Unsure. She looked around. Thinking of a solution to this.

“If you want,” Miche slowed down his steps when he caught up to her, “you can sleep on my bed.”

Deep down she already wanted to squeal a thank you, latch on his torso and squeeze him. The careful side of her, however, made her eyes the size of a dipping sauce bowl and turn to give him a look that would make Mike say those words again.

No. Not again. He didn’t want his words to be the death of him. He’s already made a fool of himself the first time she saw the chapter. His eyes matched hers in size as he slowly explained in a rising tone, “Not in that way, I’d drive you home but I’m already under the influence. Sleeping at the chapter could be your last resort? If you want to? Like, I’ll sleep on the floor you can take my bed! All of it.”

She stared at him longer. Relishing his panicked expression and how the tips of his ears turned red before sighing. “I’m hungry, I’ll think about my options after I have something.”

“Yeah,”

“Didn’t you eat anything before?”

“Nah, first-years help out in setting up the place. . .” he opened his hand, putting a finger down as he recalled what they were told to do. ”Letting people in. Checking if they’re actually invited. Nightclub duties kind of thing. Takes the whole night actually, not to mention-”

“Mike!” Behind them another empty train passed, reminding her of the dilemma she was in. “Let’s go eat.”

“I smell like shit, resto’s gonna kick us out.” And also that issue.

Reaching behind her to pull on the back of her shirt, she showed him the alcohol stain that landed on her. “Yeah, same. I was caught in a crossfire.” Put both her hands on his back with a ‘tack!’ to it and began pushing him in a direction she didn’t know, “But I’m hungry as fuck— let’s go.”

“I’ll pay you back.” He mumbled.

“Don’t need to,” then stopped to walk beside him, “let’s stop at a pharmacy when we find one, ‘kay? Need sleepover stuff.”

“Sure.” For once, Mike was glad that he wasn’t spending a night at the chapter tolerating a party. And was instead stuck with her. Discovering how higher her energy levels are at night. He giggled with an exaggeration to it, bumping his hips to her torso, “Your first college sleepover, what are we gonna do?”

When she looked at him with mischief that matched his Mike was sure that the high of living on his own began to wear off. He was becoming his old self again who liked being with only one person— how strange, really.

“We’re gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys, and then do each other’s makeup.”

“Cool, cool, cool. Always wanted to feel pretty.”

Ichido Ramen Shop

There was a swirl of too many emotions at once that simultaneously tried to hug the image of a bowl in Mike’s head. On the table was a bowl of noodles swimming in golden broth with vegetables— fresh and chopped that decorated around it. It was something that came to life from pictures of instant packaging.

This was ramen. Looking up in question, he was met with (Y/n) staring at him. She said, “The green square is seaweed called Nori. I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” in a tone that sounded more like she demanded it. “First time?”

The bowl of a new dish was ignored for the sight he couldn’t remove himself from. (Y/n) emptying most of the chilli powder’s contents into her bowl. Concern made his eyebrows furrow together, “Can you eat that?” His answer was her shaking more of the chilli into her bowl until its surface was covered, even the noodles weren’t visible. “(Y/n). Dude. That’s like, next-level spice. Are you okay?”

“No, it’s not.” Handed him a fork from the tissue box in between that doubled as a utensil holder ”Eat before it gets cold.”

He wanted to tell her so many things. Things brought by the red-black bowl of steaming greatness. Ask her the stories that came with the bowls of ramen she’s had in Japan. “Where do I start?” And, if he was the first person in Paradis who she had a bowl with.

Not that he’d expect to be the first one, but it’d surely make his heart flutter if that was the answer. “We can start with a picture. Hold the bowl and I’ll take a picture for you.” She said after swallowing more than what she could take. Reaching for her phone, a waitress that had been watching them began to walk towards their table. “This your first?”

“We can take a picture for you, miss. Both of you?” Said the girl whose beaming smile narrowed her eyes to slits.

“Ah!” Jumping in her seat, (Y/n)’s eyes widened, the phone being held in both her hands. “Nihonjin desu ka? (Are you Japanese?)”

And then a transformation from a reserved (Y/n) to being more lively. Her eyes wide with delight and a smile stretching across her face was an image that made Mike’s mind stop functioning. To have it burned in his brain was its want, not caring that the noodles he had swirled around began to slip off his fork and fall back into the broth, creating mini splashes that hit his hand.

“Hold your bowls up and try to sit together!” She said, stepping back.

. . .

“Wow,” he said, swinging the plastic bag of her impromptu shopping spree at the pharmacy. “You should speak Japanese more, you sound so . . . it sounds crisp, yea. That’s the word.”

“Thank you,” her face scrunching up at the sight of the chapter still coloured with lights and the faint sound of music was noticed by Mike, before it turned into a puzzled one. “I’m in Paradis! Why would I talk in Japanese? The fuck?!”

A shared look as the beginning of hearty laughs sat above their lungs, Mike throwing his head back and a hand on his chest when (Y/n) snickered. Their laughs turned to cackles when he nearly tripped on his own. “Oh wow, I love being ‘round you, makes me feel so light.”

“No,” she nodded, feeling the ache in her cheeks, “It’s me who should say that. I actually feel like my high school self. No, high school was hell. I just feel very me. Very (Y/n) around you.”

“You too?! I was realising it from, like, way back!” Slowly, Mike walked backwards. Hands behind his head, not wanting to break the eye contact between them. “Won’t your boyfriend be mad?”

“Huh?”

“Won’t your partner,” Ah. Yes, that’s what their teachers always taught them. He was proud of himself for noticing it before it was pointed out. “Won’t your partner be mad?”

“Never had one.”

“Like never ever never?”

“Yeah,” she chose her next words carefully, “funny thing was when I went in the pharmacy they pointed at the family planning section. They probably thought you and I were a thing.” Though that didn’t make him giggle.

“You never had a boyfriend? Ne.Ver?”

“Never. Ever.” The change in his face only pushed her to ask, “Is there an age quota for that?”

“No, I mean like, to each their own.” Teasing her he bent to her level, bangs covering his eyes. ”Wow, but why?”

Knowing what direction she’d push him in, Mike moved to the side. “Why like . . . never had a boyfriend.”

“Exactly!” Pulling her to her side, closer to him to serve as his armrest. “You’re pretty—”

To serve as his armrest or to hide the blush reaching down his neck when he confessed it.

“Me? Pretty? That’s new. Wow. Thank you, Mike.” That was another door to her personality that he unknowingly unlocked.

“Never got called that?”

“It was always cute, rabbit, kitty. Not Pretty.”

“Rabbit, I don’t get it. You look more like those tired cats in morning cartoons. Like you don’t care if the world is . . .” switching from using the crown of her head as an armrest, his hand came down to ruffle it. “But wow. You have the looks? Really?”

”It was only crushes, most of them were on seniors who left that year. Never did anything relationship-y. Was scared it’d pull me even lower.”

“You did tell me that part you’re—” the expression on her face when she looked up made him slow down to properly choose his words. In a careful tone he continued, “— the next to graduate on both sides of your family, so all of them are watching me and then you under so much academic pressure in high school.”

“Oh, the school played a role in it, too, don’t worry.” Stretching her arms, the chapter right in front of them and the smell of sweaty bodies mixed with combinations of alcohol made her nose scrunch more. “Can we walk around more?”

Only a heavy hand, gently landed on her head to turn her around. “Let’s go.”

. . .

“You take the extra pillow, I’ll roll one of my blankets to put in between us.” He suggested from where he stood. Back against the cabinets, fully convinced that he’d comically trip and land somewhere inappropriate. “You comfortable there?”

She was unmoving above his bed. Hands folded above her tummy, eyes fighting the urge to sleep. “Yes,” moved to make room for him, ”and thank you.”

(Y/n) was nothing more than a friend. A pretty one that was yet to realise that, unaware of the world. Even the red look on his face as he dragged his foot one after the other. Dropping the rolled blankets between them, her face turned to him with a look that made him still in place. “You aren’t gonna sleep yet or . . .?”

Awkwardly bent down to the bed’s level and hands on the mattress, his mind was quick to remind him that his face would plant over his if he dared trip. Or take another step. He prayed. One that would make the god it’d find question if it was really a genuine one. He prayed that he wouldn’t be so stupid and lang to her face, stealing her first kiss. “I am,” he answered with a slight tremble, “Gotta change though.”

Cool, cool. That’s right. He can do that.

Turning his back to grab his change of clothes. “Is it weird to say that I feel safe with you?”

Opened his cabinet’s doors even though she couldn’t see him— or how his face was completely consumed by red. “Mhm, honoured even.”

“What if you wake up and I’m crushing you?” She asked in the most serious tone he’s ever heard from her.

“Then I’ll roll another blanket to put between us.”

“Is it another Jurassic park blanket?”

“No,” slowly he sat at his side, back turned to her. “It’s space-themed.”

“Thanks for letting me stay the night.” She sighed into the pillow surrounding her head. “Night, Mike.”

“Ye-yeah,” between the first night of moving in and this, he was already sure that it was this night that’d give him dark bags.

Only the street light outside illuminated his room through the cracks of his window and a concerned Mike who wondered if she usually slept still or if she was— “Still awake?”

A muffled, “Yea,” over the sweatshirt’s sleeve that she put over her mouth.

“It’s the party,” he sighed, feeling a surge of guilt for putting her in a situation like this.

“I’m surprised you can sleep through these, or this many people under one roof.”

“You know, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be awake from my own snores.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He let himself rest his back, pushing the rolled blankets towards her. The relief brought out another yawn from him. “You know what’s hard to believe? That you don’t have a boyfriend at all. Never.”

“Again?” She giggled. “Never. Don’t plan on having one until I graduate.”

“Yea, yea. I’m sure once you go to the library you go out having one.”

“I wanna study there.”

“So you can find a boyfriend? See, knew it.”

“Aha ha, no. I don’t have anyone to study with there.”

“Should’ve told me sooner,” he said. “I study there almost every day, actually.”

“Pfft—”

“Really, it’s too loud here on some days. So, yeah. Library’s the way.”

“I see.”

“You can join me there . . .” he quickly followed with, “If you want to.”

“Yes, yes and you can be my boyfriend connoisseur.”

“Deal!”

College of Arts, Pardis University

For Eld who was used to the Tokyo commute— even considering himself a survivor of it after he moved abroad, the frat party that weekend took so much from him. He denied it for the entire day and only admitted to it when he slept through today’s last alarm.

“Hey!” Mike who became a familiar face dared greet him through his helmet, waving his arm up high.

Both of them grumbled a “Morning,” all that he and Gunther could do was nod. Continuing their way to class.

Like them, Petra was quiet too. Her head cast downwards at her desk and eyes wide open in an attempt to keep herself awake. “Hey,” said the two taking their seats in front of her.

“Did anyone eat breakfast?” And then her. “I wanna get breakfast, let’s go.?What time does class start?”

Petra’s head which was weighed down by regret for leaving (Y/n) behind in the kitchen, shot up. Nearly yelling, “Where did you go?”

“Oh yeah, you disappeared somewhere. I was at the staircase almost asleep.” Eld dared brag with Gunther holding up his phone, ready to show him pictures.

“He actually fell asleep on their staircase.”

Swatting a hand at them to shut up, Petra pushed again. “I was worried you were uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mike and I—” pausing once she saw their tired faces turn to scandalous looks“— ate ramen”

“And then I had the best sleep of my life.”

“DUDE!”

“You need to tell us—”

“How did it lead up to being the best sleep of your life, hmm?”

. . .

They could count the days of how long they’ve been friends, instead, they only sat at their spot outside the arts building. There was nothing special about a table identical to all the other ones around it, but throwing their bags in and sitting at a specific angle, it’s an amazing view of the lacrosse team.

Lean in a little bit closer and you’d hear the senior students yelling profanities at the new students. Even questioning their skills.

“So you slept next to him,” Petar confirmed again. “Next. Not with?”

“Yeah. Next to him.” Emphasized (Y/n). “Please, it’s not that big of a deal, really.”

“Frats are drama cesspools,” threw Gunther. “Dunno, that’s what my older sister told me. That’s why I never joined.”

Eld who was already busy with next week’s assignment set his technical pens down, stretching his hands. “Yeah, my dad was a frat bro. The way he pushed me into almost joining his old fraternity seemed off.”

“Oh,” Nodded (Y/n), asking herself if she was about to regret that decision. “Does it help if I say that I see him as . . . average-looking?”

“Jesus Christ,” breathed Petra. “Poor thing you really need your glasses. He’s got that— that look. It’s just there.”

“Which one? Dude only looks between angry and excited.”

“You know,” Eld said, picking up his pen again. “This feels so much like a shounen manga.”

“The time I woke up in a frat house and found the blond demigod attractive.”

A slap to the poor table, “HAH! You called him a demigod, he is attractive to you.”

“Dewa nai.”

“You say that now, but deep down in your heart there’s something there.” Petra teased, high-fiving Eld as they wheezed together, heads nearly meeting their folded legs.

“Knock knock it’s me the one who loves you,” laughing progressed to slapping each other’s shoulders in amusement. (Y/n) only sighed as she fought the voice that told her to look past their heads and see what Mike was doing.

They were late.

While they assumed that she’d like him after a few more parties spent together and laughing together over the shoujo-esque confessions she’d make . . .

(Y/n) already knew that she liked Mike.

And she accepted that she liked him.

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killerbananas · 2 years

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Bless You

You get playful on Miche's knot.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 238 wc | afab!reader x wolf!Miche

Warnings: smut; monsterfucking, knotting, vaginal sex, creampie, knot fucking, rough sex, Dom/sub tones, brat taming, objectification, degradation/humiliation, ??lmk

AN: Got a little hungry for some good old knotting babes. Enjoy.

"Stay still, silly. You're going to set me off again if you keep squirming."

"Is that a," Your cunt ripples with a squeezing tension around the throbbing intrusion nestled inside you, plush hug promoting your demise, "promise, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?"

The warning growl barely bats at your consciousness. He's distracted by your fake sneeze and own subsequent answering groan when he pulls you back to his chest and shoves his thickness mercilessly deeper, fat knot barely able to nudge further through the desperately stretching cushioned hearth of your soaked pussy.

"You're pushing your luck."

The way he presses your face into the bed, ass up flush to his hips as he mounts you, only encourages your arousal to drip from around his locking loveknot and coat you both as gravity consumes it.

"You could have just asked for another round like a polite thing, but you chose to be a brat instead. Can't have that now. Can we?"

"You're so mean to me."

He gives in, creating an uncomfortable amount of budding, tugging friction that builds until his knot gives way enough for him to fuck you into the floor and start the process all over again.

"Wouldn't have to be if you learned how to speak to me properly. If you want to get treated like a bitch in heat, I'll treat you, spoiled princess. Let's fuck that pout right off your cute little cockdumb face."

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moonyy-writes · 1 year

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Morning Cuddles

a/n: here's a little miche fluff for you all :)

“Mike, come on. I’ve got to go to work.” “Five more minutes,” Mike mumbled. “You said that five minutes ago, now let go.” You insisted. Mike had woken up wanting cuddles and now that you had given them to him, he was refusing to let go. “Just call in sick, you’re always working.” “I can’t do that to them, we’re already understaffed.” Though you wished you could take the day off. “Pleaseee, today’s my day off and I’m gonna be lonelyyy.” You pushed yourself out of Mike’s arms. “You’re such a baby, I’m working a shorter shift so I’ll be back soon.” “But that’s still too long.” Mike insisted, sitting up in bed. You shrugged. “You can stop by if you want.” You began getting dressed, putting on your work clothes and makeup. Meanwhile Mike was still laying in bed watching you. “But babe-“ Your phone started ringing from your nightstand. Mike grabbed it before you could. “Hey it’s your boss.” You gave him a confused look and took it. “Hey, it’s y/n.” “Hey don’t worry about coming in, we had to close cause too many people called out and nobody could cover their shifts.” “Oh! Well, I hope everything is okay.” You hung up with a small smile. “Guess your wish came true.”

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m-jelly · 8 months

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@2moth-anon2 Requested.

Double dessert

Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

Poly relationship, smut, oral, body worship, established relationship, unprotected, love, fluff.

Your blonde lovers decide to dote on you all morning long.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your arousal poured down your thighs. Your body shook as you panted and moaned out to the room. You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as another orgasm ripped through your body. You were beginning to lose count now.

Erwin was eating your leaking pussy from behind while you were on your hands and knees. Below you was Mike with your clit in his mouth. Both men were eating you as if they were starved beasts. You were at their mercy and all you could do was grip onto the bed for dear life as your lovers worshipped you.

"I n-need s-someone inside of m-me." You pleaded with your lovers. "Please."

Erwin stood up and panted. "I'd be happy to complete your request."

Mike sighed. "I'm staying here. I love licking her clit and I get to see her be fucked and catch any of her delicious cum leaking out."

You whimpered. "Mike."

Mike chuckled. "You love it, baby."

"We'll do anything for you." Erwin ran the tip of his cock up and down your lips. "How does that look?"

Mike moaned. "Incredible. She's dripping wet."

"What a good girl."

You mewled. "I am a good girl."

Erwin pressed his cock into you just enough for you to adjust before he slammed hard and deep into you. Big hands gripped your breasts and massaged them. A large tongue flicked and moved against your clit. A long thick cock pounded in and out of you at a body-melting speed.

The delicate loving lips of Erwin dragged up your back. Teeth then scraped on your skin in a teasing manner. Your knuckles went white as you clenched the bed tightly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you were worshipped by two men who loved you so much.

You flopped forward against Mike's crotch as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. The hard erection of Mike pressed against your face and lips. You wanted to suck and lick him, but your pleasure was too intense that you couldn't focus.

Erwin's cock was so long that the tip rammed into your cervix and gave it a passionate kiss. These two men's impressive cocks were long and reached deep parts of you that had you becoming drunk on cock and pleasure. You were spoiled.

You clenched your toes tightly as you felt your coil tighten. You screamed in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. "M-mm! Fuck!"

Erwin grunted as your pussy walls massaged him. "Sh-shit." He dragged his cock out and panted. "Darling, your pussy is so addictive."

Mike moaned as he looked at your dripping pussy. "Fuck me, look at that. I need to eat."

You squeaked when Mike yanked you down on him. He sucked on your pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside you. You flapped your arm around and reached for Erwin. He smiled and took your hand lovingly and gave you a little squeeze.

You whined at Erwin. "Erwin."

Erwin softly kissed you. "Talk to me."

"M-more."

Erwin lifted you off Mike making Mike growl. "Don't pout. She wants your cock."

Mike sat up and licked your cum from his lips. "Mm, I'm happy to deliver. You want Erwin's cock too?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Can I suck you?"

Erwin's cheeks went pink at your cute request. He chuckled and nodded. "Of course." He sat you on the bed before moving away. "Wait there, darling."

Mike hugged you from behind and pressed his hard cock against your bum and lower back. "I'm thinking prone."

Erwin sat against the headboard. "You read my mind."

You licked your lips. "You both know exactly what I like." You crawled closer to Erwin and lay on your stomach. You grabbed Erwin's glistening cock and mewled. "Pretty."

Erwin pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it. "Thank you."

Mike's large hands gripped your buttcheeks and pulled them apart so he could gaze at your pussy. He growled before pressing his cock deep into you. He watched as every inch of him was dragged deep inside your hungry pussy. He lifted your hips just a bit before ramming himself in and out of you.

You gripped Erwin's thigh tightly as you wrapped your mouth around his enormous cock. You moaned against him as Mike pounded in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you purred against Erwin's cock. You sucked hard and moved your tongue against him.

You popped your mouth from Erwin and pumped your hand up and down on him. You mewled a little and turned your head to Mike. "Kiss?"

Mike crashed his lips against yours and moaned in happiness. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too." You looked over at Erwin. "Kiss?"

Erwin lifted your chin and kissed you sweetly. "I love you, darling."

"Love you so much."

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violentvaleska · 3 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

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Armin Alert had the same suspicions about Annie Leonhardt as you did. Erwin couldn't ignore that: two of his soldiers, one more intelligent than the other, were accusing one of their comrades. This, and the fact that he believes in your unusual talent, has made Erwin Smith, 13th Commander of the Survey Corps, decide to plan the Assault on Stohess. The other problem is the cadets of the 104th Division. If it turns out that Cadet Leonhardt is indeed the traitor, there is a good chance that at least two other cadets are as well. Which is why he sent them to wall Rose under the supervision of none other than Section Commander Mike Zacharias. Not just to watch them, but to watch you too. Erwin wouldn't say it out loud, but he thinks you're suspicious. While he doesn't think you're lying about your memory loss and visions, after what happened to you on the expedition it would be idiotic not to.

Sure, the signs point to you being from wall Maria, maybe Shiganshina, but what if those were other visions of yours? He has reasons to believe you're not from here, it's the way you talk about certain things, like the ocean. Not many have heard of it, it's an unspoken concept that few seem to know about. Like his own father. In the end, it was that knowledge that killed him. He overheard you talking about it once with the Arlert boy, and while the Cadet's eyes were bright with hope, yours were filled with knowledge. You knew it existed, you saw it, and you don't remember it. He has more reason to believe you are from outside the walls. He remembers it clearly, it was the first time the two of you spoke, and he felt a little strange about that particular phrase at the time. "What if I'm from outside your walls?" He had soldiers with memory loss, but none of them would go so far as to lose that kind of memory. Another thing that made even Mike question you was when you said "I think I left school when I was 14". If you really were from wall Maria, there was no way you could have stayed in school until you were 14. The maximum age is 12, only kids from Sina have the luxury of staying longer. And you can't be from Sina, because if you were, someone would have reported you missing. The only others who know his thoughts are Levi, Hange and Mike, which is why he placed you in one of their squads.

He knows that using Mike to bait you is technically considered unethical, but Erwin has the greater good in the picture and if that included exploiting you for humanity to gain freedom he wouldn't care. It's as simple as that. Plus, he feels better about the fact that Mike does have an affection for you and has taken a liking to your gentle nature. Gentle not in the way you talk, you certainly speak your mind when needed, but rather how you treat yourself and others. Or the way you took care of your gear and uniform. He's surprised that Levi hasn't noticed your love for perfection, perhaps his dislike for you has blinded his sharp senses, or so he likes to believe. Erwin looks from the window of the office to Levi, their eyes meeting in the middle. The Commander can't help but to wonder if Levi truly feels nothing but disdain for you, he has seen the way his Captain looked at you, full of longing and obsession.

"What is it?" Levi asks, his arms crossed defensively, and his eyebrows raised.

"Faye told me the outcome of today's events. We're going to capture the female titan." He finally says, revealing a piece of information he hasn't shared with anyone yet.

"So that's why you were so positive." Levi looks at him with a bit of mockery, his lips curled into a tight smile.

"I know you like to gamble, but taking such a big risk just because the girl you fancy has dreamed of it is ridiculous." Erwin winces at the harsh words and gives his comrade a hard look.

"I don't fancy her." Erwin explains in a gruff voice as he frowns at the accusation.

"But Mike does. Would you turn a blind eye if I took a cadet as a plaything for myself?" Levi asks provocatively, something in his eyes glimmering with a hint of jealousy. Erwin tries to keep his composure, smiling instead of frowning at the question.

"Why? Are you interested in someone in particular?" He asks, a dark glint in his blue eyes as he sees Levi look away, ashamed, even uncomfortable.

"Tch. Don't be ridiculous." He spits in disgust, as if it wasn't natural for a human to want the affection and love of another. The conversation ends there, leaving Levi deep in thought. "Is there someone out there?" he wonders as he leaves the office, groaning in pain as he takes another step.

You giggle as Mike pulls you through the empty corridors, a grin on his own face. You've been in the small HQ outpost for two days and it's been nothing but boring. At least you had a chance to meet up with your reunited comrades from the trainee corps and chat with them about what has happened so far. Reiner, who's been most interested in your visions, has been asking you about them incessantly; you thought it was because he's afraid of a possible tragic outcome. Your Section Commander also felt a bit bored, although they all deserved a break after the expedition, and if observing them was the only condition for that, then so be it.

"But Section Commander, we-" you cry as he pulls you into his chest, hugging you against him as he leans his body against the wall.

"Quiet. You don't want them to hear us, do you?" He tilts his head, looking down at you with a mocking smile.

"No. But..." he doesn't let you finish, taking your chin between his fingers and pulls you into a heated kiss, his eyes closed while yours are still open in surprise, though you quickly melt into his touch, enjoying the intimate moment. He turns his body, changing the position to suit him as your back is pressed against the wall, his hips hungrily grinding down your torso with ease. The way Mike's lips leave yours, only to plant themselves on your neck seconds later, makes you shiver, a hot sensation consuming your stomach as you respond with a breathless sound. You are so lost in the moment of pleasure that you almost forget the whole situation. This scenario is strangely familiar, but not in a good way. "Has Mike ever touched me like this before?" You ask yourself, a frown slowly taking over your features as your senses begin to pull you back. 'Was it one of my dreams? The amusement quickly fades as a sickening realization rips you completely out of the moment and makes you push your Section Commander away.

Mike Zacharias opens his eyes in a drunken haze as he notices your frightened expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, wondering if he has overstepped your boundaries without realizing it. But something about your expression has him in a stranglehold. The way your eyes fill with tears frightens him a little too, as he takes a step back, his heart aching at the sight of you.

"Titans." Is the only thing that leaves your lips, making him raise an eyebrow.

"Titans?" Zacharias repeats, confused as to why you thought of them now. He's patient, but still a little worried, there must be something wrong, maybe another vision.

"They will breach the walls." You both know it's true, he's learnt to trust your visions by now, that's why he pulls himself together so quickly, his face darkening at the information.

"When?" Your Section Commander demands to know, ready to die if necessary.

"Any time. But Mike..." You try to grab his hand as he turns to leave, feeling it slip from your fingers. It's almost as if his life is passing through them and you can't stop it, can't do anything about it.

"No wait..." Running after him is almost impossible, his long legs carrying him through the corridors leading up to the Watchtower. This time I'll be faster than fate,' you promise yourself, running up the stairs after him. This time I'll outrun it.

Running up the stairs, you finally catch up with him, his eyes staring into the distance as if trying to make out the shape of something. The wind blows around them as he smells it, the glare deepening.

"What is it, Mike?" Nanaba asks, curious at the sudden appearance of her Section Commander.

"Thomas, ride out of here. Take three couriers and Faye with you. Inform the districts, Wall Rose has been breached." Nanaba gasps and looks at Faye with a mixture of shock and disbelief, clearly suspecting her visions.

"The chances of Titans hiding in the 104th Cadet Corps are slim." He mumbles, clenching his hand into a fist as he turns his head towards you and stares at you in despair.

"Go with Thomas. It's not safe here." Mike's voice is harsh as he pushes you and stares at you, making you take a cautious step down.

"Mike, no, you'll get away if I don't..." He cringes as he takes your shoulders and looks down at you.

"And so will you if you stay here." His voice is hushed as his bullets move from you to your comrade.

"Take her to Erwin, guard her with your life." Thomas salutes, taking you by the wrist as he leads you to the fly, tears running down her cheeks as she catches her breath.

"Please Thomas, Mike will die if you don't let me help him." You plead with the older soldier, trying to pull your wrist from his tight grip. He stops for a second, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"No. I have orders." He breathes, a stressed expression on his face as you both reach the stable. Even the horses seem troubled, as if they feel the presence of death approaching. You understand why Thomas is afraid, but you don't blame him. Perhaps you could trick him and turn back before he notices. You put the brown leather saddle on your horses' backs and quickly lead them out of the stable, following your comrade.

"Stay calm, Sonne." You say, stroking her white hair, hoping to calm her a little. On your first expedition, Sonne was accidentally hit by a smoke grenade. That encounter must have frightened your horse a little, seeing how she reacts to the Titans in the distance.

As you leave the wooden stables, your comrades and friends from the 104th enter, and you can see from their faces that they must have been informed of the breach.

"Faye!" Sasha cries, running to grab your shoulder and shake you.

"Please tell me I'm not going to die!" Her voice is loud and obviously frightened, her brown eyes wide as she tightens her grip. You smile reassuringly, pretty sure you haven't seen her die before.

"No, don't worry -" the next person to barricade you is Connie, pulling on your arm in panic.

"What about me?" You'd like to answer all these questions, but now is not the time. It takes both Reiner and Thomas to free you from their grasp, an overwhelming feeling in your gut at the whole situation.

As you leave the wooden stables, your comrades, and friends of the 104th enter and you can see from their faces that they must have been informed of the breach.

"Faye!" Sasha cries, running to grab your shoulder and shake you.

"Please tell me I'm not going to die!" Her voice is loud and obviously frightened, her brown eyes wide as she tightens her grip. You smile reassuringly, pretty sure you haven't seen her die before.

"No, don't worry -" the next person to barricade you is Connie, pulling on your arm in panic.

"Good luck, guys." You wave after them and hop onto Sonne's back, relying on Thomas to lead the way. It would take the two of you 12 hours to get to Stohess District, and considering you have to inform all the other districts on the way, it would probably take another hour. You'll arrive late in the evening, by which time the assault on said district will be over and Erwin will most likely face the consequences. You have to be quick; you know. But when you turn your head, you see the first abnormal titans arriving, the cadets fleeing from them while Mike distracts them. Your heart sank and you glanced at Thomas, concentrating as he rode forward, not daring to look back. The flash of images of a torn Mike makes you jump and in a heartbeat, you decide to turn around and order Sonne towards the scout outpost. Thomas notices and curses under his breath, cursing you but not following you; the lives and fates of thousands of people. As a soldier, it's his duty to weigh up whose soul is most worth saving, and for Thomas, yours or Mike's isn't worth as much as half the population, you understand.

On your way to help your Section Commander, you notice a particular Titan, one that looks like an ape, covered in brown fur. He's lanky and tall, with long arms and a bored expression. You've seen this one before in your dreams, and he's definitely not good news. He's intelligent, you know that much, but what you're not so sure about is his role in this whole ordeal, you've seen the human inside this monster, a man with blond hair and a beard, tall and arrogant. You didn't expect him to be here so soon, which surprises you a little and makes you wonder how quickly your other visions will come true. You look away from him to see a horse riding in Mike's direction, still standing on the roof, oblivious to you, his eyes fixed on the beast like a titan, worried by its sudden appearance. It's as if it had appeared out of nowhere. Noticing the Titan's long arm reaching for Mike's horse, a surprised yelp escapes your lips and you urge Sonne to ride faster.

The next thing happening is over in mere seconds, but to you it feels like an eternity. Mike's horse is lifted by the beast and thrown onto the roof, where he stands with a shocked expression on his face, his body frozen in surprise. He pulls his blade from his belt and screams something you can't make out. All you can see is his now dead horse flying in his direction, blood splattering like rain all over you. The stallion's corpse hits Mike, causing him to fall from the roof straight onto the ugly, small creature below him. You scream and grab the controls of your own gear, standing up slightly in your saddle, aiming the anchors at the house where your Section Commander and lover was standing a moment ago and swinging from Sonne, pulling your wielded blade from its sheaths to aim at the titan's neck. Mike's painful screams mingle with yours as the crippled titan bites down, breaking skin and bone.

Before you can reach it and kill it, something pulls you back by the wires of your equipment, causing you to lose control of the ODM. Wiggling in the air, you scream as you spin around to see the ape visaged titan kneeling, your wires squeezed between his fingers as he looks down at you as if you're nothing more than an insect. Adrenaline shoots through your body as you try to break free, but it's no use. Another painful scream draws your attention away from your hopeless situation and your tearful eyes land on the one man who tried to protect you.

"Mike!" You whimper as the titan bites down once more.

"They must not have heard me." At first, you don't quite understand where that strange, deep voice is coming from, but as you look carefully at the intelligent Titan, you realize that he is indeed the one speaking.

"I told you to wait." With that, he grabs the titan's abnormally large head and squeezes it with the simple pressure of his fingers. One of its eyes pops out of its socket and you feel a sickening sensation in your gut at the sight. Mike falls to the ground, legs limp as he holds his lower, bleeding abdomen. The beastly titan begins to playfully bounce you up and down on the string, which does nothing to alleviate your nausea.

"May I ask what you call your strange weapon?" You swallow and meet his eyes. While yours are tearful and filled with fear, his yellowish ones hold nothing but mockery.

"That thing at your waist that allows you to fly." He continues to explain his question.

"What the fuck?" You yell, staring at him in disbelief, as if he didn't just comment on the fact that the titan threw a fucking horse at Mike and left you hanging like a literal bug.

"That's not nice of you..." He speaks, adding a name that sounds familiar and yet so strange at the same time. Your eyes widen as you stare at him in surprise.

“That's not my name.” You blur out almost automatically, making the titan races a furry brow.

“Is it not? Well I figured you wouldn't remember it. Afterall, you did this to yourself, little dove.” Confused, you frown, wondering what he meant by that.

“That's right. You have no memories of that day.” He mocks and lays his attention back on Mike, expression unfazed at the shocked state he is in.

“I noticed you also use swords. Fascinating. Must mean you know that we reside in the nape. Did you tell them that?” The beast questions you, giving you a hard glare, like you are a traitor of some sort.

“I suppose I'll just take it back with me.” Declaring his decision, the titan reaches for Mike to take his damaged ODM from his hips, making humanity's second strongest soldier cower in fear.

“Please don't kill him.” You beg and yelp as he moves you over to the outposts roof, placing you on top of it. While you wiggle yourself free again and give him an desperate look, you take notice of Mike slowly standing up, blade in hand and furious expression plastered over his bruised face.

“You leave my Faye alone!” He screams out and points the blade at him in a demanding way. The ape looks surprised at the sudden will to fight.

“Faye? That's ironic. Tell me do you love that man?” Your eyes widen at the question, and you look from him to the soldier, nothing but pleading desire to save him in your heart.

“Yes.” You confess, your teary eyes never leaving Mike's.

“Hm. Then you leave me no choice.”

Feeling your heart stop beating, your eyes widen as four titans, that have been standing still like bystanders, start moving again, running towards Mike in a rush for blood lust. You are helplessly watching as the beast titan leaves, while his mindless puppets start ripping and biting at various parts of your Section Commander's body. Frozen in fear, soundless cries and pleads leave your lips and you close your eyes, not able to watch the gruesome death of your loved one. Your own ODM uselessly tangles around your legs, and you lean forward, covering your ears. Mike's screams are torture, a mixture of pain, fear and the realization of being completely powerless.

At some point his agonizing cries stopped and the last thing you hear is flesh being torn apart and bones being cracked in multiple pieces. Numb from pain, you turn around and await the titan’s presence closing in on you. Farley sure that the same fate will hit you, you let your eyes closed in hopes to ignore the death looming over you. A shiver runs down your spine as you make out movement behind you. “I couldn't save him.” You whisper and ball your hands into fists, preparing for your own death. But the titans simply ignore you and start wandering around freely, like you are not there.

"That's not my name." You blur almost automatically, making the titan race a furry brow.

"Isn't it? Well, I figured you wouldn't remember. After all, you did it to yourself, little dove." Confused, you frown, wondering what he meant.

"That's right. You have no memory of that day." He mocks and turns his attention back to Mike, his expression unaffected by the shocked state he is in.

"I noticed you use swords too. Fascinating. Must mean you know we live in the neck. Did you tell them that?" The beast questions you, giving you a hard look, as if you were some kind of traitor.

"I suppose I'll just take them back." Declaring his decision, the titan reaches for Mike and pulls his damaged ODM from his hips, causing humanity's second strongest soldier to cower in fear.

"Please don't kill him." You beg and scream as he moves you to the roof of the outpost and sets you on it. As you wriggle free and give him a desperate look, you notice Mike slowly standing up, blade in hand, an angry expression plastered across his bruised face.

"You leave my Faye alone!" He shouts, pointing the blade at him. The ape looks surprised at the sudden will to fight.

"Faye? That's ironic. Tell me, do you love this man?" Your eyes widen at the question, and you look from him to the soldier, nothing but a pleading desire to save him in your heart.

"Yes." You confess, your wet eyes never leaving Mike's.

"Hm. Then you leave me no choice."

Feeling your heart stop beating, your eyes widen as four titans, who had been standing still like spectators, begin to move again, running towards Mike in a frenzy of bloodlust. You watch helplessly as the Beast Titan walks away while his mindless puppets begin to tear and bite at various parts of your Section Commander's body. Frozen with fear, mute cries and pleas escape your lips and you close your eyes, unable to watch your loved one's gruesome death. Your own ODM tangles uselessly around your legs, and you lean forward to cover your ears. Mike's screams are torture, a mixture of pain, fear and the realization that he is completely powerless.

Eventually his agonising screams stop and the last thing you hear is the sound of flesh being torn apart and bones being shattered. Numb with pain, you turn around and wait for the titans to close in on you. Sure, that the same fate will befall you, you close your eyes, hoping to ignore the death looming over you. A shiver runs down your spine as you make out movement behind you. "I couldn't save him." You whisper, clenching your hands in preparation for your own death. But the titans just ignore you and start walking around freely, as if you were not there.

You'd like to scream and kill those idiotic, murderous monsters, but all you can do is numbly climb down the roof, past the bloodied titans and straight to Mike's remains. The sight catches you off guard, and you feel dizzy as you see his torn limbs splattered across the ground, covered in blood. Mike deserves a proper burial, and you'll make sure you find the most beautiful cherry tree in the area to lay him to rest.

Erwin is standing in his grant office overlooking his soldiers after the semi-successful capture of Annie Leonhardt this morning. With him are his trusted Captain and Karl, a soldier and informant from his own squad. The Commander sent for Levi to talk about his health, which he quickly dismissed. After his injury, Erwin decided it was best for him to rest and leave Mike in charge of the new cadets. "I spoke to Hange." Levi rolled his eyes absently, as if it were impossible to have a normal, successful conversation with them.

"Apparently Leonhardt isn't going to give up this shit anytime soon." The Captain explains, crossing his arms as he waits for Erwin's reaction.

"I see." He only replies by picking up his glass of golden liquor, but before he can enjoy the burning taste of whisky on his tongue, the door to his office is thrown open. He doesn't usually take well to unannounced distributions, but this time is different.

His soldier gasps at your side, standing in the doorway covered in blood. Your expression is dead, unrecognizable from the usual sparkle in your eyes.

"Wall Rose has been breached." You explain numbly, as if you were in some kind of trance, causing Levi to turn around in surprise, presumably to face you. His lips open and close at your sight, unable to recognize you under all the blood and dirt.

"The cadets of the 104th are most likely not involved, they are looking for the hole in the wall." You begin, your right hand on your heart, your left crossed behind your back.

"Thomas, the first messenger was eaten by a titan shortly after his leave and Section Commander Mike..." your cool demeanor changes as your eyes tangle with Levi's, your voice hollow as you begin to stutter.

"Section Commander Mike is dead."

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violet-fluff · 3 months

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Couldn’t Utter My Love When It Counted <Erwin Smith x Reader>

Request:

Hello. I have to admit, I'm absolutely in love with the way you write. You're amazing and so talented!

I'll understand perfectly well, if you refuse my request. It's fine. Actually, my cat is sick right now, and I don't feel good about it. Me and the veterinarians are treating him, and we are waiting for him to recover. So, if you don't mind, I'd like some comfort and reassurance, please. Maybe, if it turns into something hot, I don't mind, actually...

*deep breath* Veterinarian Erwin Smith. When you just enter the clinic, with a screaming cat in a carrier, he is just finishing his last appointment. He gives you both a confused look and something clicks in his brain and heart. Erwin literally snatches you out of the hands of his colleague, justifying himself by saying, that everyone at the clinic knows, that he is the one, who gets along best with cats. And you just have a very worried cat. Erwin will handle it better then anyone. He sees, how much you are worried and how much you are scared, confusingly telling the symptoms with which you came. He especially carefully examines and palpates your cat. Actually, he should focus on the cat screaming loudly in his hands, but his gaze constantly returns to you. Erwin has ideas, although he is not sure exactly, and he prescribes examinations and tests. He becomes your cat's doctor. You come almost every day, and Erwin is very happy to see you, but on the other hand, he feels, that he is not doing his job well. The cat is still sick and Erwin still doesn't have an accurate diagnosis. Every time, a man smiles and laughs at how emotional your cat is. Yes, constant kicking and loud yelling are inconvenient, but Erwin wants to cope with it. He imagines, with what adoration and gratitude you look at him, at your savior, when will he cure the cat. Maybe, after that, you'll agree to go on a date with him? But Erwin comes back to reality, when he sees your cat scratching your hand and face very badly during the IV. He's trying to treat your wounds carefully. You say that everything is fine, but the sight of your blood makes Erwin nervous. Poor sweet girl, Erwin's heart, hardened by years of working as a veterinarian, hurts, when he sees that you almost cry when you keep your cat under a IV. Of course, you love your cat very much, the man assures you, that you are a good and responsible owner, and he will definitely cure your cat. He promises. He can take care of your cat. And about you too, sweet girl.

Sharp eyes searched the wall of files that were neatly placed in open shelves. Find the section he needed he carefully placed the file in alphabetical order, doing his best to avoid any paper cuts on the sharp edges of the folders.

Voices from the receptionist drowned into the background of a few animals that sat in the waiting room, until a screaming cat entered the lobby. His curiosity peaked and he turned slightly to see who the owner of such a distressed patient was. A breath escaped his lungs, as his heart hammered inside his chest. Muscles moved on their own accord and he was taking the cat crate to take a better look at the distressed feline.

“Dr Zacharius, you’re more of a dog person anyways,” he stated. Out of the corner of cerulean eyes he could see large forearms straining against the white fabric of his coat. “’l’ll take care of this patient.”

A knowing smirk played on Miche’s lips as he watched Erwin. His deep voice was calming and confident, “You’ll be in the best hands with Dr. Smith.”

Erwin relaxed at Miche’s approval as he gestured down the hall. “Follow me please.”

He took the liberty of carrying the screaming cat down the hall with him, into his exam room. The veterinary assistant had already sterilized the room. Erwin sat the plastic crate on the metal counter. He twisted the latches to open up the top of the carrier and slowly pulled the top off doing his best to not startle the cat.

“Why is (cat’s name) visiting us today?”

He watched her nervously clench her fists as she stood across the table from him. A deep breath filled her chest as he watched her attempt to relax herself enough to discuss the issues. Erwin glanced down as he attempted to get to know his patient better, gently stroking the feline’s head, remaining calm for the furry pet.

“I was changing their litter box and noticed some blood,” she began, occasionally using her hands as she spoke. “I was concerned so I started to monitor them more closely, and there was blood in their urine.”

Erwin listened to her speak, letting the cat walk circles in his crate rubbing against his palm. He glanced down at the cat when it started to purr.

“Have they been straining when they urinate? Or crying out in pain?” He asked as he started taking the cat’s vitals.

Inquisitive eyes flickered up at her as often as he could. Stealing quick glances, doing his best to memorize every detail about her that he could. He wondered for a moment if he was being unprofessional, but the thought didn’t last long when she began speaking again.

“Yes, they’ve been struggling to urinate, and not much comes out when they do.”

“How long has this been going on?”

Sucking in her bottom lip, she gnawed on it with worry. “I’m not really sure, I’m sorry…”

He immediately saw the guilt flash in her eyes. A look he often recognized in owner’s who pet’s were more then just a family pet. Usually a best friend, and a companion. They always felt guilty for not noticing sooner.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He said softly, gently touching her shoulder. The brief touch felt like sparks were igniting under his skin, and he tried to push the feeling down. “Our pets can’t tell us when something is wrong. You did good bringing them in.”

Her shoulders seemed to relax as she nodded. “Thank you..”

Erwin gave her a soft smile as he continued to check over the cat. Feeling for any lumps, or any pain. When nothing out of the normal came up, he looked up at her.

“My guess is a UTI, but I would like to do a urinalysis to confirm. We’ll be right back.” He said, giving her a warm smile before closing up the cat carrier again. “Get comfortable, it may take a little while.” He gestured to the chair in the corner before leaving the room with the cat carrier.

What was he thinking, stealing Miche’s patient right from under his nose? All he had heard was a screaming cat, and the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.

“You’re smitten.” Miche commented from a stool that sat in front of their microscopes.

A small scoff was heard next to Miche. “It’s disgusting.” Levi stated from beside Miche. “The poor woman just wants her cat to get better, she doesn’t want to worry about some horny veterinarian trying to get in her pants.”

“You fell in love with Miche and he’s a horny veterinarian.” Erwin stated bluntly.

Levi’s face turned beet red as he sputtered for a reply, which solicited a wide grin from Miche who decided to pepper her cheek with kisses.

“Get off me you brute!” He growled, not using much energy to even try and push him off. A clear indicator that he enjoyed the kisses.

Erwin carried the crate to a room in the back and went to work doing his urine analysis, which came back inconclusive. He sighed, and carried the crate back, sitting it on the exam table. His heart was squeezing at the sight of her hopeful gaze.

“The urinalysis came back inconclusive,” he stated as he watched her visibly deflate. “However, that is quite common for felines.”

She seemed to relax a little as she listened to him, slowly nodded as she tried to process everything he said.

“What I want to do is a urine culture, some x-rays and blood work.” He explained, as her eyes widened.

“Okay, of course. I just want them to get better.” She said softly, as she looked up at him with big hopeful eyes.

The soft pour of her lips, and her big doe eyes had him exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was determined to bring this feline back to full health, and maybe get her number if he was smooth enough.

He blinked himself out of that thought and gave her a small smile. “I’ll bring them into the back again. It may be a while, would you like me to get you anything to drink? Some tea or coffee maybe?”

She slowly shook her head, “no thank you.”

He nodded, “of course. I’ll be back. Hopefully with some answers.”

Disappearing out the door with the cat crate he went to the back to start on all the tests. He found something extremely concerning in the x-rays and searched out Levi for a second opinion. He was only the best cat veterinarian, because Levi had chosen to pursue large animal medicine. The man was a human embodiment of a cat, and Erwin was surprised Levi tolerated the pack of dogs Miche brought home to him.

“I need your opinion on these.* He said holding the x-rays up in the light.

“Crystallization on the kidneys. Common for really bad UTI’s.” He said, hardly glancing at the chart.

“Start with a change of diet, it might save your patient surgery.” He suggested.

Erwin nodded, “glad to know we’re on the same page.”

“You’re just scared of blowing your chances with the owner. Get out of your own head Smith.”

Erwin let out a small laugh. Levi’s bluntness always came as a comfort. If Levi believed he had a chance then he really did. The man wasn’t known for sparing other’s feelings.

“Thank you Levi.” He said before grabbing the cat carrier and entering the exam room.

“Thank you so much for waiting, (cat’s name) did wonderful for all of my tests.” He said as he sat the carrier on the exam table.

Taking the x-rays out of his folder he put them up against a light up board to show her his discoveries. “If you take a look at this area you can see crystals on the kidneys. This is quite common for bad UTI’s.” He explained as his pen hovered over the x-ray. “I think the best course of action is to send you home with some medicine, and a specialized dietary food to see if that dissolves the crystals. If not, we will most likely need to do surgery.”

Erwin watched her nibble on her bottom lip in thought, processing everything he’d said. He could see the anxiety behind her eyes as she looked down at her beloved pet. “How much would surgery cost?”

Erwin swallowed, he hated delivering bad news, but in his line of work he seemed to deliver bad news on the daily.

“Between $3,000-$3,500.”

She sucked in a breath as he dropped the figure. “I guess there’s no choice then. Let’s try the medicine, and if that doesn’t work we’ll go from there.”

Erwin smiled, “a vet tech will be in shortly with the medicine, I’ll let reception know about the food and to schedule you for a month from now.”

After disappearing out of the room he watched Marco disappear into the room to go over medications with her, and he spoke to Sasha about setting up an appointment for next month.

Two weeks had passed and Erwin couldn’t get her out of his head. Whenever he closed his eyes his thoughts always wandered back to her. Two weeks had drug by, and he was itching to make his normal check in call. Getting up he did his best to casually wander over to reception.

“Going somewhere?” Miche smirked from where he was filling out patient forms.

Erwin was startled for half a moment. He clenched his jaw realizing Miche had been keeping track of the last time his patient came into the clinic. “Just doing some check up calls,” Erwin said, coyly.

Miche hummed, “I’m sure you are.”

Erwin rolled his eyes and grabbed the desk phone and pulled her number from the file. After dialing the number he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice sounded like music to his ears and Erwin relaxed, a small smile pulling at his lips.

“Hi, this is Dr. Smith from Scouts Animal Hospital. I was calling to check up on (cat’s name).”

“Oh hi Dr.Smith. I haven’t seen any improvements. There’s still blood present in their urine, and they’ve started having accidents in the kitchen.”

Erwin listened to her as he leaned against the counter. “I think it would be best if you brought (cat’s name) in sooner.” He said softly. “I’m concerned that no improvements have been made, and I think surgery is our best option.”

A small sniffle could be heard on the other end of the line, and Erwin could tell she was attempting to collect herself. “Yes, of course I’ll bring them in right away.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon. We’re going to get them better.” He said in an attempt to comfort her.

After they said their goodbyes he hung up the phone and went back to order Jean to get the room ready for surgery.

When she arrived at the clinic, Erwin checked her in and brought her back to the exam room to discuss the details of the surgery. He lifted the top of the crate off and got reacquainted with her pet.

“I’m going to open them up, and remove all the crystals. Hopefully once we do that they’ll be back to normal.” He said softly. “We will want to observe them for a couple days, and the healing process will be long.” He added.

“Okay, will you tell me how surgery goes?” She asked, scratching the feline’s ear. “I’d like to wait in the waiting room until I know how they are.”

“Of course, now I do need to put an IV in. You may want to step out of the room or look away if you’re not good with needles.”

“Needles don’t bother me,” she said quickly, and Erwin could sense a bit of determination in her voice.

Erwin nodded and got the IV ready, grabbing an electric razor to shave the area, before explaining to her how to hold the cat while he worked. Choosing the front leg he quickly shaved the area, keeping an eye on the struggling cat. (Y/N) seemed to have it under control as he grabbed the needle and catheter tube. After putting on gloves and properly sterilizing the area he searched for the vein and when he found it, he warned her that he was about to place the IV. As he pushed the needle in he rolled his thumb over the vein to stop the blood as he reached for the IV tube to finish setting up. Too focused on the job at hand he faintly heard an angered hiss followed by a pissed off meow, as he secured the catheter in place and he glanced up to see blood dripping from (Y/N)’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I should have had Jean hold them. Let me get you cleaned up.” He said, leading her over to the sink to sterilize the cat scratch. Erwin quickly changed his gloves out grabbing the rubbing alcohol from under the sink. “This is going to hurt, but it’s the best way to avoid infection.”

He poured some of the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and he gently went to work cleaning the wound. The small winces one her face had his heart shattering. If he’d been more careful this never would have happened.

“It’s okay, I promise.” She said softly, gently grabbing his wrist seeing the panic in his eyes. “I own a cat, this kind of stuff is normal you know?”

“Are you sure? I feel terrible…” Erwin said, slightly hanging his head in shame. He prided himself on being a professional, and in that moment he acted like a complete rookie.

“I’m sure, just get them better. Please?” She asked, gently squeezing his wrist again before letting go.

“Of course, they’ll get better. I promise.”

He gave her a warm smile before taking the cat in the back and getting them prepped for surgery. Surgery went smooth and Erwin had tucked the feline safely in a crate while it slept off the anesthesia, and made his way out to the waiting room. It was mostly empty accept for one late night emergency appointment, and he approached (Y/N).

“Surgery went good (cat’s name) is currently sleeping off the anesthesia.”

(Y/N) stood up, stretching a little. “Thank you, am I able to come in daily to check in on them?”

“Of course, would you like to see them before you go?”

She nodded in response and Erwin lead her into the back to the metal cage they were securely locked in. Erwin gave her some space to visit with her feline companion as he finished up on some paperwork.

She came to visit day after day. Erwin made sure to set aside time to speak with her, and update her on the cat’s progress. Eventually, Erwin had determined they were ready to finish healing at home. He felt bittersweet as he put the cat in it’s carrier. He’d miss seeing her face around the clinic everyday. Picking up the carrier he took the cat out to the lobby and pet her at the front desk.

“I’ll walk you out,” he said, gesturing for her to lead the way. Happy to carry the crate a little longer if it meant he could spend a few extra minutes in her presence.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“It was my pleasure, they’ve been an excellent patient,” he smiled as he sat the crate in her passenger seat. “If anything comes up, call me on my cell.”

He handed her a scrap of paper, and she took it, glancing down at the neatly written number, his name penned out below it. In a burst of courage he decided to go for it.

“Whether it’s about the cat, or personal. I’d love to talk.” He said, offering her a warm smile before shutting the car door.

A small blush bloomed on her cheeks. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to call.”

After saying a quick goodbye Erwin watched her drive off and he went into the clinic, taking a seat in the break room. All he could do was hope that she’d reach out.

It had been five weeks, and (Y/N) clutched the scrap of paper in her hand. This was the perfect time to call him, she tried to reason with herself. She could update him on (cat’s name) recovery. They were back to normal, and she was grateful for everything Erwin had done for her. She was almost positive he was hitting on her in the parking lot. Taking a deep breath she dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

Erwin heard his phone ringing and he walked over to his bedside table to answer it. He noticed it was an unknown number, and he hit accept.

“This is Erwin Smith.”

“Hi, this is (Y/N) (L/N) you were taking care of my cat (cat’s name). I just wanted you to know they’re back to normal, so thank you.”

Erwin smiled at the sound of her voice. He’d given up hope on her reaching. “That’s great! I’m so happy to hear they’re doing better.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everything you did for them.”

“It was my pleasure to help,” Erwin said softly. “If you need anything else don’t hesitate to reach out.”

After they said their goodbyes, Erwin sat his phone down; hoping she’d find another reason to call.

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Not you, Miche. Dog Miche. (Miche Zacharius x Reader)

Synopsis: For as long as you’ve been a Squad Leader, you’ve kept your rescued mutt. And ever since you rescued him, Miche had been demoted to “Human Miche.”

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Comedy, Minor Original DOG, Reader is awkward and just wants to have a good time, Gender Neutral Reader, Suggestive Misunderstanding, Idiots in Love

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy!

When the two of you first met, all it took was a little bit of bacon, and Miche wouldn’t leave your side.

Dog Miche. Not Human Miche, although you were sure it would’ve worked for Human Miche too.

Your whole squad gathered around the wooden picnic table, laughing and cooing as you spent your rare, minuscule meat ration on the random mutt that followed you outside the walls. They gathered together, all too pleased to fawn over your surprise guest. You guessed that he must’ve followed the troops from Wall Maria, but given how far the base was from the walls, you were surprised that the mutt kept up well with the horses. The dog laid on his back, letting your squad rub his tummy as his tongue drooped lazily from his panting jaw.

“That’s a good boy! You’re a Scout puppy, aren’t you?” you babbled, feeding the dog another piece of your rations in exchange for a roll. Your squad cheered for the feat. “I think we have a new squad mascot!” Your soldiers chanted with you, eager to get kisses from your new team member.

Erwin emerged from the gated castle entrance, a light frown on his lips. With night closing in and the commotion he heard outside, he had cause for worry, and when Erwin noticed the circle of soldiers huddled together, he immediately went to investigate. He pushed past your group of chanting squad members into the middle of the commotion. They shot up, snapping into a salute upon recognizing their commander. You followed suit as Erwin reached the center of your little circle. Your rations fell to the ground and were swiftly gobbled up by your new canine friend.

Erwin surveyed the group, pivoting his head slightly to both sides before glancing down. The sight of the dog almost caused him to do a double-take before he returned his attention to you. He shook his head, casting his gaze to the side as he brushed a hand over his mouth.

“Care to explain?” he asked, trying to cover up the hint of a laugh. It wasn’t easy to throw off Commander Erwin. You pursed your lips, attempting to hold back your smile as you continued to salute. Both of you graduated from the same cadet class.

“It is a cute dog, sir!” you exclaimed. The dog sat by your feet with a wagging tail and let out a soft howl. Erwin motioned for you to drop your salute, and you took the opportunity to scoop the mutt up into your arms. He had no protests as his long snout flopped over your shoulder. His tail continued to wag. Erwin stared, brows slightly higher on his forehead than usual as his features painted over with a semblance of amusement. “I would like to propose a new mascot for my squad formally!”

“No dogs in the Survey Corps, Squad Leader,” he said with a pointed expression and began to walk away. Your lips contorted into a round shape, ready to retort. You hurried after him, the dog still blissfully in your arms. Your squad busied themselves with chatter.

“But Commander, this little guy kept up with us all the way from Wall Maria. He made it all the way out here, and if that’s not a Scout dog, I don’t know what is!” You matched Erwin’s pace as he stalked back to base. His cloak blew behind him. He glanced at you from his peripheral.

“There’s no such thing as a Scout dog.” You nearly stopped where you walked, but the disappointment only made you increase your stride.

“Well, this could be the first one!” Erwin shook his head to himself. You jogged until you were in front of him, blocking his path. “Please, Commander. Consider. The Scouts already named him. You’ll want to hear his name!” You turned around so that the dog faced Erwin. He attempted to lick Erwin’s face but missed. You craned your neck to gauge his expression.

Erwin only sighed, considering why he had come outside in the first place. He spoke your name slowly in a tone laced with exasperation. Erwin had a long day and wasn’t about to spend more energy deliberating with you about a squad mascot.

“Commander, please! His name is so funny!” He flickered from your hopeful expression to the dog's goofy smile in your arms. Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What’s his name?” he asked with a heavy sigh. You flashed him a toothy grin.

“Miche Zac-ca-nine-us!”

And much to Erwin’s own admission, the dog did look strikingly like Miche Zacharius in an indescribable way. They both shared similar sand-colored hair and angular face. The dog even had a long snout paired with the almost striking length of his body. With leggy appendages built for agility, something else about this dog was just so much like Miche Zacharius that Erwin couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He reached up to give the long tuff of fur on Dog Miche’s head a rough ruffle. Another reluctant sigh escaped the tired commander.

“If the dog makes it back with us, we can talk about it.”

***

“You named the dog after me?” Miche, Human Miche, had asked the day you had first returned together. He had approached you where you sat with your new pet, arms coiled over his broad chest. You remembered that day well. He had shed his jacket and cloak to help organize the leftover equipment back into storage.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, scratching at the back of your neck. You were still bandaged from reckless injuries you incurred before the Scout’s retreat. The dog wound himself between Miche’s legs, sniffing rigorously at the back of his knee. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” Miche looked down, taking an exaggerated step backward. His actions were in vain as Dog Miche followed, continuing to sniff. The dog even had a middle part. Miche, the man, snorted.

“I can’t say I do.”

“Are you offended?” you asked sheepishly. While you did find the name apt— not to mention extremely hilarious— you understood how letting your squad name a dog after your fellow Squad Leader could easily come off as insulting at best.

“I don’t have a problem with it.”

That had been the extent to which Miche initially confronted you about your new pet, not anticipating the inevitable problem staring him right in the face.

The more you took the speedy canine on expeditions, the more famous he became among the soldiers. Being so small, titans hardly paid attention to your agile mutt. He was the perfect size and speed for delivering messages and small equipment between squads in Erwin’s Long-Distance Enemy Scouting Formation. More than anything else, you suspected that everyone liked having a dog around, but his presence came with one downside…

“Miche!”

Miche glanced up from his work towards Hange. His brow rose as he hummed in response, peaking his head over the heavy cargo boxes in his arms. Hange, meanwhile, had already been tackled by your squad mascot.

“Sorry, Human Miche! Not you!” they laughed between licks to the face. “I meant Dog Miche!” Miche’s lips formed a tight frown.

“Is ‘Human Miche’ really necessary—”

“Oi, Human Miche, we need those over here.” Levi tapped his foot a few feet away from the wagon. He motioned with his head in agitation before walking off. Miche’s nose wrinkled in annoyance as he carefully maneuvered himself from the cargo wagon.

You were coming in the opposite direction. Even on your days off, you came to hang around headquarters, probably because you didn’t have anything better to do. But even so, Miche was used to your standard uniform and always found it an adjustment to see you in civilian clothes. You waved to him with a gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, Human Miche!” He stopped somewhat diagonally to you, a tall stack of cargo balanced expertly in his arms. You looked off to the side to give an energetic wave to Hange, who rolled around on the courtyard ground with Miche the Dog.

“You can just call me Miche…” he almost muttered. You laughed. As you did, a bit of red crept onto Miche’s (the human) cheeks. He truly hadn’t taken offense when you originally named your dog. Rather, the fact that you looked at a cute animal and thought of him made him hopeful for your continued relationship, but he hadn’t imagined his demotion to ‘Human Miche’ by the entire branch being part of that.

“Well, there’s two Miche’s, so Human Miche and Dog Miche!” you giggled, half paying attention as you watched the dog run off with Hange’s goggles. Miche shifted the cargo, the pile teetering for a second before rebalancing. “Besides—” You held his stark blue eyes in your friendly gaze. He almost lost balance of his things again. “He just looks so much like you; everyone’s decided he has dibs.”

The mutt came as if he knew you were talking about him. And before Miche could even respond to your joke— he hoped you were joking— you had taken Hange’s goggles and waved him goodbye. By the time any words formed on his lips, you were already halfway across the courtyard.

***

You came sometime in the middle of the night.

Miche had stayed up with a few other Scouts to play cards around an empty dining table, all of them stopping as you burst through the door. Miche had heard you coming. He knew your frantic steps— he knew your scent— anywhere. He stood as soon as you stepped foot in the room. You were in your slippers. Your night robe was slung over your shoulders, barely hiding your baggy, disheveled clothes.

“Have any of you seen Miche?” You made direct eye contact with Human Miche before shaking your head with a deep blink. “The dog! I mean, my dog! Have you seen him?” Miche was already approaching you. You held the pads of your fingers up to your lips.

“What happened?” he asked with a certain sternness.

“I’ve been calling him for the past half hour, and he hasn’t come back. He’s never not come back when called,” you explained frantically. Miche’s jaw tightened as he offered you a curt nod. He squared his shoulder back to stand a bit taller than he already did.

“I’ll find him.” Miche pushed past you, looking more serious than you have ever seen him before. Shaking off the momentary shock, you let his words sink in. You swiftly followed him, chasing after Miche’s large form as he descended dim stairwells and dark halls.

“What do you mean?” you called after him, finding it difficult to keep up with his large, determined strides. You followed him to the stables before you got an answer. He mounted his horse, once again moving past you. He leaned down to ruffle your hair as he went.

“I’ll find him,” he said before riding into the night.

***

You sat by the stables, anxiously awaiting Miche’s return. The hour he was away felt like a lifetime. When you saw the vague silhouette of his horse from afar, you shot up from the step you were sitting on. You stood in anticipation, holding your breath as he drew nearer. You hurried to him as he approached the stables, able to spot those curtain bangs anywhere.

Sure enough, Miche made good on his promise. Dismounting from his horse, he held a dripping-wet Dog Miche under his arm. Actually, at second glance, both of there were absolutely soaked. Miche plopped your dog into your arms. Your little mutt shivered.

“I found him at the bank of the river. Poor thing must’ve taken a swim.” Miche led his horse back into the stable.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern palpable in your trembling voice. You maneuvered around the stallion to look at him. Droplets of water poured from his hair. The wetness from your dog’s fur seeped into your shirt. You set him down carefully onto the stone below, commanding him to go to your quarters. With a shake of his fur, Dog Miche trotted towards the building. “Thank you so much, Miche. I feel so bad; you’re absolutely soaked.”

You quickly shrugged off your night robe, clutching it in front of you as you marched into the stable. Miche was just finishing returning his horse when he suddenly turned, almost crashing into you. He recoiled in surprise. You stumbled back, tripping on the hay below your feet, but Miche instinctively caught your wrist. You met his gaze in the dimness, just the fabric of your robe keeping your skin from meeting his.

You looked off, gaining your footing as you offered him your robe. He slowly let you go.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble,” you said in a small voice. Something about your proximity made your words feel too loud.

“No trouble caused.” Miche took your robe gingerly, but as he held it by the shoulders, it became apparent that the single garment wasn’t suited for the job you intended. You tried not to let a cringe overtake your expression. Miche handed the fabric back to you as you muttered apologies.

“We should probably get back inside to get you dried off. I have tea—” You glanced over at the lit exterior of the building, and when you looked back at Miche, he had already removed his shirt. He paused as he wrung it out. A violent splash of water hit the floor from just a single wring. You must’ve made a face because he hummed in question. Mortified at your blatant gawking, you turned. You rubbed the back of your neck. “I mean, if tea sounds good to you. I was just saying… that I have tea.”

The urge to cringe grew stronger.

“Thanks,” you heard Miche say, “I would have to change first.” A pang of embarrassment hit your core, reverberating through your chest. Somehow, this obvious course of action slipped your mind, not to mention that you all lived adjacent to each other.

“Right…” you laughed nervously. You shook your head, hoping to clear whatever clouded thoughts ran through your head. You fiddled with the material of the robe draped over your forearm. “Don’t worry about it, I completely—” Miche let out a deep hum followed by a slow drawl of your name. You perked up in attention.

“I don’t… ahem… I don’t…” Miche trailed off, running a hand through his damp hair. He cleared his throat. “I don’t require any sort of special thanks.” Your eyes knitted together in confusion. You dared to turn slightly toward him. Miche didn’t look you in the eye. His damp shirt sat crooked on his shoulders. Wrinkles from where he wrung the fabric stretched across his torso. “For finding your dog. If that’s why you’ve invited me to yours, it’s not necessary.” You gaped. Miche hung something up on a hook on the wall.

“Of course not! Are you crazy?” you sputtered, toning your voice to a hushed whisper as you remembered the time of day. His eyes widened, palms waving defensively in front of his chest as you whipped at him with your robe. “Christ, Miche, is that what you were expecting?” Your skin burned warm as you struggled to hind words. “Riding out into the dark like that just for—”

“No, not at all!” He’d never spoken so fast, apologies spilling from his lips. “I misunderstood!” He held his arms higher as you stood poised to whack at him again. Your lip quivered from the stress of your tightened muscles. You slowly lowered your makeshift weapon, throwing the robe back over your shoulders as you clutched it closed in front of you.

“Damn right, you did,” you stuttered out, absolutely mortified at the impression you gave.

Silence overtook the two of you. Neither of you dared to move as the sound of nocturnal bugs chirped in the background. Miche’s horse shifted on its hooves. You crossed your arms firmly over your chest.

“Thank you for saving Miche,” you spat out.

“Of course.”

You paused, only taking a moment to nod before fully turning on your heel to return to your quarters. Miche watched as you went, certain that he had completely fumbled the interaction. But much to his surprise, you stopped right at the entrance of the stables.

“When you’ve changed into dry clothes, I will be having tea… which you are welcome to. You know, to get warm.” You didn’t even face him. “I’m sure Miche would love to see you.” You nodded to yourself again. Miche took in a deep breath.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll see you two soon.”

You headed back with Miche trailing just a short distance behind you.

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