#pieck x female reader
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Lookalike - Pieck
(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 1.9k
Creature: mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin
Warnings: Con-Noncon (human guise), Thigh-Riding, Slight Degradation, Unintentional Cheating
Extra Notes: Next up for Halloween we have some spooky Pieck Finger!
The walk through the woods was lonely since nobody wanted to join you in going night-swimming. You were camping with your entire friend group - all seven of them - and not a single one of them cared about going swimming with you. You were certain all of your friends were boring for not joining you, including your boring ass girlfriend who declined the offer as well.
At least she did it nicely, you hated to admit, Pieck basically coddled you before declining the offer whereas the rest of your friends didn’t care so much about your emotions. Mikasa said no before you even had the full question out of your mouth, and Sasha and Connie admitted the s’mores they were making were more important. Armin just shrugged without giving you a solid answer, but Eren declined for both of them. Which at that point only left Jean’s answer, but he seemed to be avoiding you to get away from breaking your heart.
So now you walk alone on the dirt path through the woods, searching for the lake your friends had pointed you into the direction of. It would be easier if they could’ve just shown you where the water is considering they were the ones who discovered it earlier. You were too headstrong to head back now, you knew if you had to use their help, you’d rather just admit defeat and stay with them by the fire instead.
But, lucky for your swimsuit, you hated admitting defeat.
You finally found the lake only a few minutes after some whispered cursing and lighthearted wishes of your friend’s downfalls. The full moon hung high in the sky and reflected nicely over the surface of the water, rippling along with the light lake’s light waves. The sight was beautiful, well worth the ten minute terrifyingly lonely walk through the dark woods.
Once you had stepped onto the sand surrounding the lake, you reached down to slip your sandals from your feet before taking off the outer layer of your clothes. You let your soft shorts fall down your legs and to the sand below you with one solid push, and then you pull your shirt over your head and let it fall beside your shorts and shoes.
Now that you were standing by yourself on the shore of Titan Lake, you wondered why exactly you were even wearing a swimsuit. It wasn’t like anyone joined you and would be uncomfortable by your naked body, you were completely by yourself out here - and even a solid ten minute walk from everyone else. Nobody would happen upon you skinny dipping, if you were to do so, so why not?
You unclasped the back of your bikini top and let the fall on top of your other discarded clothing. With your chest out and glowing due to the moon’s beautiful silver shine, you felt confident enough in your decision to let your bikini bottoms follow suit of your top.
You walked slowly into the water, feeling magical. You understood now all of those stories of witches who used to dance naked around the forest at night, if given the opportunity, you were now sure you’d join them. Being naked underneath the night sky made your confidence peak.
The water felt like ice against your body, but you suffered through until the surface was up to your shoulders, covering your entire body. Chills spread across your skin as your body numbed to the temperature of the water, making you feel a comfortable middle - neither warm nor cold.
You were so distracted by the cold water and the new feeling across your body that you nearly missed the sound of leaves rustling along the shore of the lake. You quickly threw your hands over your body as if the person could even see that you were naked - and even if they could, your hands couldn’t cover enough of your body for you to feel decent about it.
“Who’s there?” You yelled from the water, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very scared at the same time. The air had suddenly gotten colder, the breeze now sending stronger ripples through the water surface of the lake. You felt like the final girl in every horror movie you had ever seen; scared, alone, and the final target for some deranged psychopath.
“Don’t worry,” a familiar soft voice said as a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere came out from behind the trees and into the moonlight. “It’s just me.”
You took a deep breath of relief, “Thank god, Pieck. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were-” You suddenly noticed something very odd about your girlfriend, her silhouette was something only you’d recognize considering you’re the only person who sees her in such a way- “Why are you naked?”
Pieck raised her eyebrows with a light grin, “Why are you naked?”
Your face felt hot as your hands grabbed at your bare body once again. She had seen you naked thousands of times over the years, so you weren’t sure why you felt so uncomfortable under her gaze. It embarrassed you for your girlfriend to see you in this vulnerable state.
“I didn’t realize you could see me,” You whispered mostly to yourself.
Pieck giggled as she came into the lake towards you. The water moved around her as if it were hugging her from all around, it seemed to invite her in as if she were made of water herself. Pieck glowed under the moonlight, it was like she was made just to be standing here, in this specific lake, under this specific moon, on this specific night.
“Hello,” Pieck spoke with a light smile across her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”
You tilted your head towards your girlfriend, “Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” She raised her eyebrows at you curiously. “You said you didn’t feel like joining me in swimming tonight.”
“Right,” Pieck spoke slowly and carefully, “I, uhm, I didn’t want the others to think we were sneaking away to do-” She took a brief pause, the gears in her head turning quickly- “To do dirty stuff.”
“Yeah.” You giggled lightly to yourself as you reached forward to gracefully touch Pieck’s arm. “Nice thinking.”
Pieck’s long black hair looked as if every individual strand were made of silk - and you made a mental note to ask her later about what conditioner she used. If you hadn't just watched her walk into the water after you, you would’ve been certain she had dipped her hair in the lake before you’d gotten here. Under the moon’s light, her hair looked wet with strands of silver poking through the black.
You reached out to touch her hair because you desperately wanted to see if it felt how it looked. Much to your surprise, her hair felt normal - but it still looked fantastic.
“Baby,” You whispered to your girlfriend as you took a step towards her in the water, closing the space between your bodies. You were close enough now that you could feel her chest against your own, a familiar sensation that always turned you on, you loved feeling her tits against your body. “I’m really glad you came out here with me after all.”
Pieck brought her lips towards your own, only stopping an inch away from your mouth, “Me too.”
You curled your fingers into her hair and moved them around to the back of her head. You used your hand’s new placement to bring Pieck’s face closer to your own, pressing your lips together gently. You’ve kissed this girl thousands of times, but this kiss felt new - her lips tasted salty, like the ocean.
You pressed your body closer to your girlfriend’s until you could feel every inch of her against your skin. Her arms circled around your body as you squeezed your leg between her own. You brought your thigh up, a move you had done a thousand times to her, but she still breathed as if it were the first.
“Are you okay, baby?” You whispered under your breath to Pieck, and all she could do was nod and moan against your mouth in response.
You felt as Pieck moved her hips against your thigh, fucking herself on your leg. You felt your girlfriend rub her clit on your body, using you as if you were an object created simply just to pleasure her. You had to admit you always liked being on this side of the arrangement, listening to Pieck whine and moan into your neck as she grinded on your thigh drove you insane.
She dug her fingers into your back, pulling your body closer to her. You could feel her unraveling against you and her nails feeling desperate as they dug into your skin. Her moans were all you could hear, you couldn’t even hear your own voice when you whispered to Pieck.
“Are you close, baby?” You said sweetly into her ear.
Pieck nodded frantically and spoke breathily, “Yes, yeah yeah.”
You brought your lips back to Pieck’s lips, kissing her passionately as her body convulsed on top of you. You felt her legs shake with pleasure as her moans came out in a finishing squeal. Her lips seemed to give up on kissing you, only focusing on the pleasure coming from between her legs instead.
“Are you okay?” You asked sweetly, running your hand gently over her hair.
“Yes, I am.” Pieck nodded lazily and then leaned back to make eye contact with you. “Thank you.”
You giggled, “You don’t - that’s so weird, please don’t say-”
Pieck glanced quickly at the moon, her eyes widened as she pushed away from your body, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Pieck, baby, what? Where?”
Your girlfriend moved quickly from the water, and where the resistance of the lake held you back, it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her. By the time your feet had made it out of the water and making deep footprints in the sand, Pieck was gone. You looked around for her frantically, but with no luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found - she wasn’t on the shore, she wasn’t in between the trees, and she wasn’t making her way down the path back to the campsite.
You quickly grabbed your clothes and shoes, only throwing on your sandals, shirt, and shorts in a moment of haste. You ran down the woodsy and dark path back to the campsite, hoping to get to your friends quickly in order to find wherever Pieck had disappeared off to. The soles of your sandals slapped against the bottom of your feet, creating the only sound you could hear - not even an owl cooing or a leaf rustling could be heard.
Once you made it back to the campsite, you stopped in front of the fire you had left your friends around. They all ate s’mores and made jokes and laughed with each other, taking a few minutes to even notice you standing there. Your friends looked between each other and then back at you, confused about why you were acting so weird.
Of course they wouldn’t get it. They weren’t in that lake with Pieck, they didn’t watch her run off into the woods naked and wet and alone. They didn’t run back to the campsite as quickly as possible, preparing to beg them to search the woods for her. So, of course they wouldn’t get how terrified you were to see Pieck in front of you.
She looked beautiful in the moonlight, just different, familiar. This is Pieck. Whatever you had been with was not. They only looked the same in the moment, but now you were sure. This is the real Pieck, this is your girlfriend.
“What the fuck?” You whispered mostly to yourself.
Pieck stood up from her chair, completely discarding her s’more to the ground, “Are you okay, honey?”
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scissoring with pieck…just imagining her rubbing her desperate, dripping pussy against yours until ur both cumming all over each other 😩
"come on, kitty." she says, grinding her dripping pussy to yours. her face is already slick with your juices but she continues pleasuring you. you can see and hear how needy she is. her soft moans are like a symphony to your ears and the squeaking of her pussy confirming that she loves this as much as you do. your back arches of the couch and you lift your hand to grip her moving boobs. she always looks so good like this: face twisted in pleasure and her heavy breasts swinging with every thrust of her hips. she reaches to grab her favorite toy, moving it between your bodies. you both yell out when shr turns it on, the stimulation guiding you both to your orgasms.
"gonna cum," she whines, "gonna cum on your cunnie." her juices flow out as she comes and you follow her shortly after. she lays on your chest, tired and sticky with cum.
"love, we have to clean up." you say, stroking her sweaty hair. she rubs her face deeper into your chest, shaking her head.
"not yet. i wanna feel your heartbeat."
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thinking about pieck finger and how she’d love to show herself off
minors and ageless blogs dni <3
god she’s so pretty and she knows it.
pieck who likes to walk around in only your spare button up - loose on her shoulders, barely covering her breast - and skimpy underwear, wandering through the eldian warrior unit’s wing for everyone to see.
how she loves to tease people. to embarrass reiner with a clueless look as he tries ask her to change. only to turn around and wink at you after he walks away confused and red. she knows that porco has liked her for years, calling to him with endearments, letting her fingers linger, dragging over his muscles with a smirk and gentle whispers. only to skip over to you and press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. even messing with her own crew, favoring one over another on a simple whim to see the chaos it causes.
she learned how to stop her bodies healing process simply to keep your marks on her for a few more hours. giggling as you turn bright red at the sight of the bites you’d left on her pale skin, the purple bruises lining her throat. she loves to put them on display, content in everyone knowing what she’d been doing last night.
she likes to make out with you in the warriors common area, in the kitchen, and sometimes even in the war chiefs meeting room if she can convince you. she’ll seek you out like a homing missile, a little smile on her lips, and eyes lidded and blown out when she looks at you. she’ll pull you to her, conveniently having you trap her against the nearest surface as she grabs at your collar. she whines at how she misses you, that she just wants a kiss, all with a little pout on her pretty lips that’s impossible to say no to. and it's when your sucking at her neck, pulling at the back of her thighs while she grinds against you that somebody walks in. it’s then that she pulled you tighter against her, fingers winding through you hair while she smirks at the unfortunate soul, maintaining direct eye contact as she calls your name in a breathy moan.
she wants to show herself off for you, to make other jealous of you because you certainly don’t do it enough.
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LOVE ME BACK — PIECK FINGER.
vamptober — slight edging ; find masterlist here
synopsis. In the hidden depths of Attack on Junior High, a captivating character named Peick appears, emanating a captivating vampire-like presence. The reader finds solace with her comrades Zeke, Reiner, Porco, and Annie, longing for a sense of belonging. Filled with seething rage, Peick sets out on a mission to unleash her fury upon the one who rejected her love.
length. 5.2k words (I attempted to make ts short)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, vampire peick! high school au (reader is a senior student), age gaps (100+ difference), vampire, manipulative peick, blood, gore, dead bodies, hurtful words, heavy make out session, slight edging, slight smut, names (love, dear, sweet & ect.)
Notes. this took so mfkn long to write bc first I can’t make anything short, nor can I function w/o it being long, but anywho whoever requested this, wassup dude, I been doing good n I hope u are too, but now we finna get into it but If I were you I'd lock my doors before reading this 🤸🏾
Eighteen-year-old (name) had experienced a great loss at a young age when her mother passed away, yet she had been blessed with an incredible relationship with her father who had raised her alone since then. Growing up in the peaceful suburbs, the two of them had grown incredibly close over the years, having an almost psychic connection - they would always know what the other was thinking and even feel when the other was near.
One morning, (name) came downstairs to have breakfast with her dad, and with a smile she said cheerfully, "Good morning, dad! Thanks for breakfast this morning." As she started to eat, her dad asked her how she had slept. She took a sip of her orange juice before answering, her eyes twinkling with joy as she said, "Pretty good actually, no nightmares or anything," and she shrugged as she set down her cup, before taking another bite of her food. "That's good to hear," her dad said warmly, his face beaming with love.
The two of them chatted as (name) enjoyed her breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausage, the aroma of the food filling the air of the quaint kitchen. Suddenly, her dad said he had a meeting later and he'd be home late, so not to wait up for him. (Name) nodded and looked up at the clock on the stove, realizing it was almost time for her to leave for school. She stood from the table, put up the leftover food into the refrigerator, and grabbed her backpack. "Bye Dad, I love you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. Her father smiled and waved as he was putting away his dishes and getting ready for work. "Love you too, have a good day at school," he said with a kind smile, his eyes twinkling with emotion and pride.
As the final bell reverberated through the halls of Attack on Titan Junior High, signaling the end of yet another mundane day, (name) found herself enveloped by her group of friends during passing period. "Well, well, if it isn't (name). It's been ages since I've laid eyes on you," Reiner, with a beaming smile, pulled her into a tight embrace, his arm naturally draping over her shoulders. Looking up at him, (name) playfully squirmed out of his grip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe because I get to class, unlike some of you," she retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm.
Not one to back down, Porco quickly stepped forward, his emotions getting the best of him. "But hey, at least some of us manage to make it to class and get our work done," Porco fired back, his words dripping with a ruthless edge. (Name) let out a soft sigh, fully aware of Porco's tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. "Ah, Porco, always ready with a comeback," she replied, raising an eyebrow in a knowing manner. The mention of Porco's impending Saturday school attendance struck a chord, and (name) couldn't help but smirk as Reiner let out a hearty laugh, his firm grip on Porco preventing him from lunging at her in frustration, as he often did whenever she struck a nerve.
Leaning against the wall with a casual air, Zeke joined the conversation, his voice calm and composed. "You know, (name) has the best grades among all of us. I'm genuinely proud of you," he remarked, his admiration shining through. (Name) scoffed, readying herself to make her exit. "Eugh Zeke! Can't you stop sounding like someone's overprotective father? It's just plain creepy, especially when you already look like you're in your forties in the twelfth grade."
Just as (name) was about to leave, her path was unexpectedly halted by Bertolt, who gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Curiosity flickered in (name)'s eyes as she turned back to face him, her tone guarded. "Whatchu want?" she inquired, her voice tinged with caution. Bertolt handed her a stack of photographs, captured through his camera lens. Being the resident photographer, (name) possessed the unique skill of working in the darkroom, a talent unknown to her friends. "Could you possibly take these to the darkroom and meet me there after I find Annie?" Bertolt requested, his eyes filled with hope. Glancing at her phone to check the time, (name) nodded and then proceeded to walk away, leaving Bertolt to his search. "Sure thing. Enjoy your quest, but I can inform you that Annie hasn't graced us with her presence in days."
Reiner and Porco watched (name) depart, the latter still holding back a torrent of insults, assuming that she was too intimidated to confront them again. "She's always slipping away," Reiner murmured, a hint of sadness echoing in his voice. Porco, unable to contain his frustration, unleashed a string of profanities. Suddenly, the authoritative voice of Assistant Principal Levi cut through the air, causing the trio to turn their attention towards him. With a stern expression, Levi addressed Zeke directly. "Zeke, report to the principal's office immediately." Reiner and Porco exchanged glances, astounded by Zeke's audacity to smoke a cigarette in plain view of everyone. "What a delightful evening we're having, isn't it, Mr. Ackerman?" Zeke remarked, his words dripping with disdain. Zeke nonchalantly dropped the cigar and extinguished it with his foot, begrudgingly following Levi's lead. "Tch, shut it, you piece of shit," Levi retorted coldly, the tension between them palpable.
Unbeknownst to her, as she weaved through the bustling school hallways, a cacophony of noise enveloped her senses. The crowded corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps and animated conversations of students. Amidst the chaos, an eerie atmosphere hung in the air, gripping her with an unsettling feeling of being watched.
Glancing around, she found everyone engrossed in their own affairs, oblivious to the hidden observer. However, her gaze inexplicably landed upon Pieck, a former member of her friend group who had become a subject of her disdain. Pieck stood alone, seemingly detached from the bustling crowd, and she knew better than to trifle with her.
Pieck's appearance had changed subtly over time. Her once-tanned complexion and deep brown, sometimes gray eyes had transformed, giving way to a hint of red. It was a drastic alteration that intrigued her, though she concealed her fascination beneath a veil of hostility, conforming to the unkind treatment perpetuated by her friends.
As she passed by Pieck, their eyes met, and the chilling effect of Pieck's gaze sent shivers down her spine. Pieck always seemed to gravitate toward the shadowy corners, exuding an aura reminiscent of a vampire's allure. Yet, she dismissed such notions, knowing better than to believe in mythical tales.
Despite the bullying that she subjected Pieck to, she met her actions with an unwavering sweet smile, leaving her perplexed and questioning her own motives.
Determined to avoid further interaction, she rolled her eyes in defiance and briskly turned the corner, attributing her unease to the unsettling encounters of the day. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the heavy door to the darkroom, immersing herself in its mysterious embrace.
As the door closed behind her with a resounding thud, the room enveloped her in darkness. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, revealing an enchanting sight. Pulsating red lights bathed the room, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon every surface. A chill, inexplicable yet tantalizing, crept down her spine, captivating her senses in an instant.
In the dimly lit dark room, she set the photos down on the table, soon feeling chills run down her spine. As she turned around, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she let out a loud scream. There stood Pieck, a girl she just saw in the hallway, yet her vampire-like appearance commanded attention. Pieck's hinted red eyes, dark brown and almost black under the blood-red lights, seemed to possess an irresistible power, drawing her in.
Suddenly, she was snapped out of the trance by Pieck's voice. "Good afternoon, (name)..." Her soft, delicate, tired voice sent a wave of excitement through her. She couldn't help but admire Pieck's beautiful, disheveled hair, lazy eyes that complemented her Greek nose, and full lips that begged to be kissed. Despite the pressure to dislike Pieck, driven by the disapproval of friends, she secretly felt an unexplainable attraction towards her.
Pieck's gaze seemed to search for something deep within her, as if she hadn't entered the dark room without making a sound. She finally gathered the courage to speak. "Pieck... how did you get in here so quietly?" She began to walk past Pieck, her backpack hanging from her right shoulder.
Pieck watched her intently, carefully observing every movement. Her cold, icy hands sent a shiver down her spine, further fueling her 'dislike' towards her. "Uh, can I help you?" She prepared to break free from Pieck's grip, but suddenly found herself pushed against the wall, with Pieck's finger pointing directly at her, holding her wrists above her head.
As she stared into Pieck's eyes, the room's atmosphere turned chillingly cold and the light of the red lights reflecting off Pieck's eyes. Trembling under her touch, she was astonished by this sudden change in Pieck's demeanor, as she was usually gentle and polite. It infuriated her to admit her feelings for Pieck, especially after speaking negatively about her. Unbeknownst to her, Pieck was more than just a human; she possessed an uncanny ability to read people.
Despite her attempts to break free, Pieck's grip remained unyielding. Pieck's small frame overpowering her seemed inexplicable, reinforcing the perception that she was peculiar. "Let me go!" Even with a tight grip, Pieck's movements were slow and delicate, while her eyes seemed to hypnotize her.
Pieck spoke softly once again, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "How can I, when you know just how much I love you, (name). Why do you ignore me?" Her free hand traveled from her shirt to her hair, twirling a lock around her finger. Pieck listened to her heartbeat, every move she made on her accompanied by the red dim light that accentuated her every motion, revealing a glimpse of her razor-sharp fangs.
Pieck's words quickened her heartbeat, as they shared the same feelings but couldn't express them. "Pieck, why are you doing this...?" She asked, struggling to free her hands from Pieck's grip. "Listen to me, (name). Tell me how you truly feel... no more lies."
Pieck knew there was something about her that she held dear, but she refused to grant her desires. After numerous attempts to escape, she kneed Pieck in the stomach and forcefully pushed her away. The impact was hard enough to cause Pieck to spit up blood, and she slowly lifted herself up with the support of the file cabinet next to her.
Turning back, she picked up her backpack and uttered hurtful words, "Wanna know how I really feel about you? Nothing but a disgusting disgrace. Loving me? Oh please, move on because who would ever love you?" Pieck's heart sank upon hearing her cruel words, reaching out her hand, ready to say something. "Don't leave me alone, (name)..." Her voice filled with sorrow, as she had nobody left in her life, with her mother gone and her father gone as well.
She opened the door to the dark room, preparing to step into the brightly lit hallway, making Pieck flinch. But before leaving, she turned back, saying, "You know... no wonder why people despise you. I'm certain you were the catalyst behind your father's tragic demise... you're nothing more than a repugnant disgrace and an insufferable burden. It's no surprise you find yourself utterly alone." She closed the door behind, leaving Pieck in there alone.
Pieck took her hand out of reach and wiped the blood from her mouth, knowing (name) had made a big mistake. This was the last chance Pieck gave her.
Just like that, she left Pieck in the dark, red room, unaware of how far Pieck would go to hear the words she desired. As she turned to her left, she saw Bertolt standing before her, wearing a puzzled expression. "What happened?"
At the eerie hour of 6:30 in the evening, (name) returned home from school, a lingering sense of unease enveloping her. The house, usually filled with the comforting presence of her father, was now shrouded in an unsettling silence.
With a heavy heart and a hint of trepidation, (name) settled herself at the kitchen table, desperately attempting to immerse herself in her homework. But then, out of nowhere, a searing pain pierced her delicate neck, causing her to wince in agony. The pain subsided momentarily, leaving her bewildered and unnerved. Determined to dismiss this inexplicable occurrence, she carried on with her work.
However, the pain returned with a vengeance, intensifying with each passing moment. "Ow! The fuck is this pain coming from?" she cried out, seeking solace in the freezer's icy grasp. Placing an ice pack on her throbbing neck, the pain gradually dissipated. Puzzled yet resolute, she pondered the enigma that had befallen her.
As the clock mercilessly ticked towards 8 o'clock, her father's absence weighed heavily on her mind. Homework completed, she ventured into the living room, hoping to wait a little longer for her father's return.
Engulfed by the flickering light of the television, hunger began to gnaw at her insides. With a resigned sigh, she reached for her phone, intending to order pizza from a nearby establishment.
"Hello, I would like to place an order," she spoke into the phone, her voice trembling ever so slightly. After conveying her desires, she set the phone aside, letting the monotony of the television lull her into a state of drowsiness. Unbeknownst to her, sleep gradually entwined its insidious tendrils around her weary frame, veiling her consciousness in a nocturnal embrace.
Suddenly, she was transported back to memories of her childhood, back in the house where her late mother once resided. Sitting at the kitchen table, she cast her gaze towards the stove, where an ethereal figure stood with its back turned, preparing a morning feast. Approaching the table, the figure placed a plate of eggs before her, whispering a chilling warning into her ear: "Don't open the door."
Abruptly, her surroundings shifted once more, this time to the side of a bustling highway. Amidst the cacophony of vehicles, a distant figure beckoned, its voice rendered incoherent by the clamor. Straining her senses, (name) discerned her father's voice, urgently imploring her: "Don't open the door!"
Startled, she jolted awake, her mind racing to comprehend her surroundings. The couch, her only companion in the dimly lit room, offered no solace. "what a weird dream. It felt so real," she mused aloud, its vividness leaving an indelible mark upon her psyche. Yet, her respite was short-lived, as the doorbell abruptly shattered the silence.
*Ding dong.*
Her body, guided by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, propelled her towards the door. However, as she passed the window, she recoiled in terror. Darkness had descended upon the world outside, a foreboding sign that time had slipped away unnoticed. Doubt plaguing her thoughts, she retrieved her phone, only to discover that the clock now displayed the witching hour: 3 AM. Her heart pounding, she turned back to face the enigmatic intruder lurking beyond the threshold.
"Dad! Are you home?" she called out, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and fear. But the doorbell persisted, its relentless chimes growing more frenzied with each passing second.
*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*
It struck her then - something was dreadfully amiss. A chill crept up her spine as the memory of her dream resurfaced, her father's caution echoing in her mind.
"Don't open the door!"
With trembling hands, she refrained from unlocking the door, instead choosing to seek confirmation from her father through the peephole. There he stood, unflinching, his eyes fixated on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. This inexplicable stillness, coupled with the incessant ringing of the doorbell, struck terror into her very core.
*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*
"Dad! Is someone with you? answer me! I refuse to open the door until you respond!" she pleaded, her voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.
*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*
Overwhelmed by panic, (name) collapsed, as she pressed herself against the door, desperately avoiding any action that would invite further dread. She couldn't explain it, but an overwhelming sense of terror gripped her, eventually lulling her into an exhausted slumber beside the door, the relentless toll of the doorbell serving as a haunting lullaby.
As the morning sun bathed the world in its gentle glow, (name) stirred from her restless sleep. Recollections of the previous night flooded her mind, urging her to action. She cautiously rose to her feet, distancing herself from the door that had become a harbinger of nightmares. Glancing out the window, the sight of daylight offered a modicum of solace.
Summoning her waning courage, she approached the door once more, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume her. Peering through the peephole, she met her father's gaze once again. she opened the door and only this time something was horribly wrong. Her father's severed head, grotesquely suspended from a hook, greeted her horrified gaze. The weight of despair settled in her stomach, threatening to engulf her entirely. Clutching her abdomen, she stared at the blood dripping onto the doorstep, uttering a feeble question into the abyss.
"W-who could have done this?"
Her eyes fell upon a note lying on the ground, soaked in crimson. Trembling, she picked it up and read its chilling message:
"Now, who's all alone now?"
The note slipped from her trembling grasp, and in that moment, the door slammed shut with an otherworldly force. Just as she turned to face the darkness that encroached upon her, (name) was violently yanked backward, her screams drowned by the suffocating embrace of the abyss.
(name) awoke to find herself trapped in an unknown and eerie place. The stench of blood assaulted her senses, causing her to gag as she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The walls were cold and made of rough stone, barely allowing any light to penetrate the darkness. Above her, a single flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting sinister shadows that danced along the walls.
Suddenly, a chilling sight caught her eye. A table stood in the corner, and blood dripped steadily from its surface, pooling on the floor below. As her eyes adjusted further, the true horror came into focus. A headless body lay upon the table, its life force gruesomely drained by some unseen force. (name)'s heart sank as she recognized the victim - her own father - his lifeless form bearing cruel bite marks.
Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze shifted to another figure, their body still bleeding profusely, crimson liquid flowing perilously close to where she was bound. With growing dread, she followed the trail of blood, her eyes widening in terror as the truth unraveled before her. The wounded person, dressed in a gray hoodie and jeans, was none other than Annie, her friend. Weak and trembling, Annie turned towards (name) with pleading eyes, her blonde hair matted with blood.
"(name)...help...me..." Annie's plea was cut short as death claimed her, right before (name)'s horrified gaze. A gut-wrenching scream tore from (name)'s lips, echoing through the blood-soaked chamber.
The single light bulb overhead flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows that danced upon the walls, heightening the sense of impending doom. (name) desperately struggled against her restraints, feeling the cold, rusty chains digging into her flesh. She strained to stand, but the unforgiving grip of the chains held her captive, an agonizing reminder of her helplessness.
As she cast her gaze towards the middle of the stone door, footsteps grew louder, each one a chilling symphony of dread. The light bulb's flickering intensified with each approaching step, accentuating the darkness that enveloped her soul. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the figure responsible for her torment.
A shiver ran down (name)'s spine as Pieck entered the room, her disarming smile mirroring the gentle facade she had worn the day before. Clutched in her arms was (name)'s father's severed head, blood still dripping from her mouth. The sickening truth became undeniable – Pieck was a manipulative and sinister vampire, masquerading as a sweet and innocent creature.
"Peick!! You did this, didn't you? Why would you..." (name) choked on her words, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. Pieck's crimson gaze bore into (name), her expression devoid of remorse as she callously dropped the decapitated head to the cold, blood-stained floor, splattering the crimson liquid onto (name)'s tear-streaked face.
(name)'s heart pounded in a terrifying mix of fear and sorrow, overwhelmed by the loss of her father and the horrifying uncertainty of her own fate. Pieck moved closer, her graceful steps belying the monstrous creature she truly was. She knelt before (name), placing a hand on her trembling thigh, while her other hand wiped away the tears that stained (name)'s cheeks.
"(name)...don't cry. You brought this upon yourself," Pieck whispered, her voice both soothing and haunting. She tilted her head, her bloodstained lips curling into a sinister smile, revealing her sharp, elongated fangs. (name) recoiled at the sight, transfixed by the blood that stained Pieck's teeth, her long tongue leisurely licking away the crimson droplets.
Terror consumed (name) as she finally found her voice, tremblingly uttering, "You aren't human, are you?" The realization of the monstrous truth sank in, sending shivers down her spine.
Without breaking eye contact, Pieck continued to explore (name)'s body, her touch moving from the thigh, to the side of her stomach, and finally to her breast. Her thumb caressed the delicate flesh, while her other fingers sought the pounding heartbeat beneath (name)'s chest.
"I'm surprised you didn't realize it sooner, (name)," Pieck whispered, a sadistic pleasure lacing her words. As (name)'s heartbeat raced with increasing panic, she struggled to breathe, her gasps for air growing more desperate. Drawing nearer, Pieck's voice slithered into (name)'s ear, sending a bone-chilling shiver down her spine. The words dripped from her lips like venom, a sinister promise hanging in the air.
"Breathe, my dear. I won't harm you... yet."
Pieck's presence alone was enough to unleash a torrent of fear within (name). As she leaned back, a sickening curiosity mingled with her terror, unable to resist the allure of Pieck's touch, even in the face of impending doom. But reality crashed down upon her when she looked down at the ground, her eyes fixating on her father's severed head. In a desperate attempt to shield herself from the grotesque scene, she clamped her eyes shut, refusing to witness the horrors before her.
Suddenly, an unnatural weight settled upon her lap. Her gaze shifted downward, revealing Pieck perched upon her, her icy hands caressing (name)'s cheeks. She compelled (name) to meet her gaze once again, their lips tantalizingly close. However, Pieck abruptly withdrew, her movements betraying a calculated cunning. With a slight tilt of her head, she fixated her piercing gaze upon (name) and silence descended like a suffocating fog.
"Why did you say those hurtful things to me, (name)..."
(name) froze, the memories of the cruel words she had hurled at Pieck resurfacing. In that dire moment, she struggled to conjure any justification, realizing that her desperate attempts to fit in had only birthed destruction. "I... I didn't mean it," (name) stammered, devoid of any coherent explanation. "All I wanted was to hear you say that you love me..."
Peick's soft plea echoed through (name)'s ears, weaving a spell that threatened to ensnare her mind. Her eyes, hypnotic in their intensity, seemed to coax (name) into surrendering to her will. Doubt crept into (name)'s thoughts as she began to forget the atrocities committed against her father and Annie. Deep down, she started to believe that she was to blame for their suffering. "No... it's all my fault... I caused my father's death..." (name) whispered to herself, her gaze falling into her lap.
Tears welled in her eyes as (name) succumbed to the hypnotic allure of Pieck's gaze and voice. "I love you too, Pieck... I couldn't tell you because..."
A wicked grin twisted across Pieck's face, her eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. She relished in her manipulative power, reveling in the opportunity to make (name) forget her sins. "I always knew you loved me, (name), my sweet. The words I've longed to hear... It didn't have to come to this, but you drove me to it, my dear..."
Pieck's grip tightened on (name)'s bound hand, refusing to release her hold. Finally, (name) snapped out of the bewitching trance, realizing the depths of Pieck's depravity. "No, Pieck! What you've done cannot be undone! Yes, I loved you, but how could I ever love you now?! What you've done is unforgivable!" (name) cried out, her eyes drawn to the lifeless bodies of Annie and her father, a grim reminder of the carnage wrought by Pieck's insidious actions.
In the face of (name)'s defiance, Pieck fixated her gaze upon her, an insidious silence punctuating her ominous presence. With a sly sigh, she sharpened her nails, a wicked transformation taking hold. "(name)..."
Pieck exhaled, refusing to relinquish her grip on (name)'s conscience. "I never wished for it to come to this, but you continuously rejected my attempts to connect with you... I tried to do it the right way, but you denied me at every turn... I only wanted to know why..."
(name) cast her gaze downward once more, her heart heavy with guilt. She recognized her own fault in pushing Pieck away, knowing all too well the countless times Pieck had tried to bridge the divide. Compassion stirred within (name) as she contemplated what it must be like to stand in Pieck's shoes. "I know... and I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you away or uttered a word about your father... But why did Annie have to suffer too?"
Pieck's smile contorted into an eerie gentleness as she gazed upon her lifeless victim, Annie. "Poor, poor Annie," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "She'll be back soon, my heart...but for now, just focus on me." The words of protest began to form on (name)'s lips, but a sinister calm washed over her, drowning out any resistance. Pieck was up to her dark deeds once again.
As (name) shifted uncomfortably, a chilling sensation spread across her body. It was then that she realized she was lying in a pool of her own blood, her life essence draining away. Panic gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality unfolding before her. "When did..." (name) managed to stammer, but Pieck interrupted with a gleeful grin, relishing in the terror she had instilled.
Unbeknownst to (name), Pieck had viciously slit her back while she was caught in a fit of righteous anger, berating Pieck for her unforgivable actions. The cunning vampire ensured that (name) remained fixated on her, her mesmerizing voice and piercing eyes numbing any sensation of pain. It was all part of Pieck's twisted plan to manipulate (name) into becoming her companion for eternity.
Pieck forcefully turned (name)'s face towards her own, their eyes locked in a macabre dance. "Everything's fine, (name)," Pieck hissed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "(Name), I still want to be with you. I'll protect you. I just want you to be with me forever..." Dizziness overwhelmed (name), her mind clouded and her willpower crumbling. A faint smile crept across her face as she succumbed to Pieck's wicked charm. "I'm sorry for everything I've done...I love you too, but I was wrong..." (name) whispered, their voice barely a breath. Pieck hushed (name) with a tender gesture, then pressed her lips against (name)'s, a kiss filled with twisted passion.
Pieck's hands slithered from (name)'s cheeks down to her shoulders, intensifying the heated kiss. Her tongue hungrily sought entry, licking at (name)'s bottom lip, leaving a taste of the blood she had recently fed on. Their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance, fueling Pieck's insatiable bloodlust. Her nails dug deep into (name)'s shoulder, drawing fresh blood that sent shivers down Pieck's spine, igniting a primal desire within her. The once gentle vampire grew more aggressive, her hunger escalating.
Within the depths of their twisted embrace, (name)'s faint moans echoed, a symphony of pleasure and pain. (name) weakly placed their hands on Pieck's sides, attempting to push her away. Pieck's concern was thinly veiled as she gazed down at (name), a hunger in her eyes that matched the thirst coursing through her veins. "Pieck...I feel so weak," (name) managed to utter, struggling to catch their breath. "You're doing so well, my sweet," Pieck murmured, her voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. "Just hold on..."
With a renewed hunger burning within her, Pieck reclaimed (name)'s lips, savoring every moment of their macabre union. The overwhelming scent of (name)'s blood intoxicated her, driving her to taste every inch of their being. Kissing down (name)'s jawline, she gradually made her way to the vulnerable expanse of (name)'s neck.
(name) willingly offered up their neck, granting Pieck unrestricted access. Even as their life force slipped away, (name) squirmed beneath Pieck, feeling a perverse wetness between their legs. Pieck seized upon this opportunity, grinding against (name) with a primal hunger, their moans intensifying as the friction between their thighs ignited a twisted pleasure. While Pieck marked (name)'s neck with countless hickeys, her hand returned to caress (name)'s cheek, her thumb pressing gently against their skin. As Pieck's fangs grazed (name)'s neck, a surge of pain mingled with a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the mundane discomfort of doing homework at a table.
Deep down, (name) knew this was wrong, but they were ensnared in Pieck's web of manipulation, unable to break free. As Pieck sank her razor-sharp fangs into (name)'s neck, the pain was numbed, replaced by a tingling sensation that mirrored the bite of a pen on paper. (name) turned their head slightly, groaning weakly as their strength waned, their eyes fixated on Annie's lifeless body. "We have... to save Annie..." they whispered, their voice fading.
Pieck withdrew, her fangs dripping with the crimson elixir of her beloved's life force. Her wild, disheveled curls framed her bloodstained face as she wiped her lips, gazing down at (name), teetering on the precipice of death. A wicked grin spread across her visage as she kissed (name)'s forehead. "Very soon, my love," she whispered, her voice echoing with sinister delight. "Soon, you will be just like me... and we can live together forever."
(name) mustered the last remnants of their fading energy to gaze at Pieck, a feeble smile gracing her lips. Unbeknownst to (name), a new set of fangs had sprouted in her mouth during this unholy transformation. Pieck watched with rapt attention as (name) underwent their metamorphosis, relishing in the macabre beauty of her creation.
y’all the theme of this ‘lil’ one shot is basically to be yourself, don't try and play who you're not to fit in with the crowd cs y’all saw what happened to ol reader girl, but anywho y’all prepare yo self for a hange x fem! reader x yelena vamp one shot cs das what’s comin next 😭
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Attack on Titan: Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Ymir, Christa Lenz, Hange Zoë, Hitch Dreyse, Yelena, Pieck
‼️ Fem Reader ‼️
[Scenario #4] You're sick
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Annie Leonhart: She was silent when taking care of you, not taking any bullshit from you nor whining, but although she wouldn't admit it she was worried for you. This time period wasn't keen towards common illnesses.
Mikasa Ackerman: She was protective, making sure you wouldn't get deadly ill, and she kept her eye on you. If she wasn't watching you she would have someone who she trusts to watch over you, but that was unlikely.
Sasha Braus: She didn't know what to do, so she would call for Connie to help you knowing that giving you food wasn't exactly helping. She would be slightly panicked, but with Connie helping her she was bit relaxed knowing you were in good care.
Ymir: She would tease you, being able to display her affection without you being able to run away from her. That wouldn't distract her from making sure you were comfortable during your struggle.
Christa Lenz: She would know to a certain degree how to take care of your illness, making sure you weren't going to accidently hurt yourself in your vulnerable state, but wouldn't necessarily isolate you.
Hange Zoë: She would know exactly how to take care of you, it was no problem for her, she knew it wasn't going to kill you by how your body was reacting to it. She wouldn't stop this opportunity to take of you though.
Hitch Dreyse: She was slightly lazy, or carefree when it came to taking care of you, but she wouldn't let you suffer without her making sure you had some company to dull the ache or pain.
Yelena: She wasn't ignorant to sickness, she knew how to handle when one was, but the likely of someone being sick wasn't common. She would take care of you, even if it meant to ignore her responsibilities for the time being. You would be grateful for her company, and gentleness for you as you got better. She would never leave you alone when you are in need of care.
Pieck: She would take care of you the best she could, not letting a second go by without making sure you were okay. She had a motherly side, and this showed it all.
#mikasa ackerman x reader#annie leonhart x reader#sasha braus x reader#ymir x reader#christa lenz x reader#hange zoë x reader#hitch dreyse x female reader#yelena x reader#yelena snk#pieck x reader#attack on titan pieck
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DEAR DIARY b hoover
“i need to get her out the picture, she’s really fucking up my frame, she’s not developed like we are..” – tyler, the creator
cw. slutshaming, rumours, hints at bertholdt’s bisexuality, sexism NOT PROOFREAD
wc. 3.5k
synopsis. bertholdt was jealous. of you. why did you get so much of reiner’s attention? honestly, he nearly hated you as much as reiner said he did.
chapter one. first impressions
dear diary,
i HATE my life.
you wasted no time bringing out your diary, filled with previous entries. a lot of them were vents about one person in particular, reiner braun. he made your life so miserable to the point you actually cared that he made it miserable. he’s always had it out for you, like picking on you for the thickness of your false lash clusters and mind you, they weren’t even that thick. honestly, it’s reiner’s problem for getting so bothered about them but then it came as a surprise to you when he was flirting.
exactly, flirting! it was a shitty technique though and that’s when he started spreading rumours about you. they were probably the most believably unbelievable rumours ever because boys thrive on making girls out to be sluts.
obviously, people believed that you sent him nudes and fucked him in the woods behind the school. why? because reiner’s the big bad popular boy that everyone loves and adores as a big brother. however, you would never be caught dead in that shady spot. and you’d put your comfort before your desperation any day. you’d need to wait until your mom got home to go through your day and debrief every part of it. you let out a sigh, scribbling your feelings down into your paged heart.
if i didn’t already have ONE boy plotting on my DOWNFALL, i have another plotting on ME. if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s reiner’s best friend, i’d feel flattered but considering that fact, it’s probably a plan to embarrass me. it’s weird how you never really acknowledged him though. if i remember hearing reiner correctly, he called him bertl.
i’ve never heard that name in my life. however, as i walked away i heard someone else call him bertholdt. probably porco, but again, never heard of him. which is SUPER weird because he’s soo tall, surely i would’ve atleast recognised him because i’m in my junior year. i can say for sure, though, i don’t like him. i don’t even know the guy and he’s giving me fake googleys and stammering. i can tell for sure he’s a really bad liar. ugh, i HATE reiner braun. honestly, that boy has no home training and the smallest dick ever and i don’t even need to see it to know. how embarrassing for him, i AM embarrassed for him and that’s probably the best feeling i’ll ever harbour for him.
i’ll probably ask historia to ask ymir about him since she’s somewhat friends with reiner, even if he’s weird. to be fair, they did grow up together so i can’t just ask her to tell him to piss off. and ymir usually fucks off with him to pull pranks on the janitor anyway so it’s not THAT much of a bother.
you closed your diary shut and sighed, slipping it into your bedside cabinet. your bed frame creaked as you got up and padded toward your desk, staring at yourself in the mirror. with a cringe, you leaned forward and examined your lip liner. it was smudged from the rain you walked home in and your lashes looked like they were one blink away from falling off. it was a wednesday, but you had a stressful day so your peeled the clusters off, bit by bit.
with nothing better to do, you began your skincare routine. the feeling of a cold, almost gel-ish like substance rubbing into your skin sent a shiver of satisfaction down your spine.
halfway through, your mom came home, your younger brother in tow. she had shouted up to announce she was home and your brother bounded up the stairs and burst into your room.
“n/n! hi!” he squealed, light shining in his eyes as he climbed into your lap and hugged you. you laughed, returning his hug, “hi jude, how was your day?” you asked softly, readjusting him in your lap so that he was curled into your left arm.
“it was so good, the teacher let us have indoor playtime because it was raining and we played twister and i won! i can backbend now, like you can,” jude giggled, smiling so brightly at you. you giggled, “we have a gymnast in our house, i bet you’ll be in the olympics one day and make us so, so proud.”
jude nodded, “some of the girls make fun of me though, they say gymnastics is a girl’s thing and i should play football..” you shook your head, “you just do what you’re good at, those girls are just jealous they can’t do what you can.”
again, your brother nodded enthusiastically, his smile returning to his face. lifting him up, you set him upright and brushed through his hair briefly, “go see if mom needs help, okay?” jude scurried off, his socked feet creating small thuds as he went back downstairs.
you finished your routine, leaving your lashes to then be applied. on your desk, your phone buzzed but you payed no mind to it, only putting dnd on and busying yourself with your task at hand. only when you were done, did you pick it up, seeing the ymir blow up your phone with your name.
ymir y/n u are still single right
you yea y?
ymir just wondering, bertholdt seemed pretty interested in you 🫢
you who even is that😭 i swr ive never seen that boy in my life
ymir doesnt surprise me, hes been reiners shadow since first grade, surely u would’ve atleast heard his name in class tho.
you no?? im telling you i never knew he existed
ymir y/n hes in gym, english and chemistry with us🤦♀️
you oh ..
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that’s embarrassing, you thought as you did your blink test. your lashes weren’t too far or too close to your lash line so you smiled in triumph as you applied lip balm. it didn’t bother you too much, though, any best friend of reiner is not a best friend of yours.
not until later into the night did you give ‘bertholdt’ another thought. you layed awake, waiting for sleep to take your body and soul for another night. you figured you could atleast look out for him tomorrow, just to really look at him this time. last time, all you saw of bertholdt was his head peaking behind reiner. he seemed like the type to speak when spoken to, which wasn't necessarily a a bad thing. until you fell asleep, the conversation replayed in tour head.
“look at her, bertl, why would you go for her?” reiner tutted, an obnoxious tone edging his voice as he forced his hand onto your shoulder to keep you in place. ‘bertl’ went red in the face and began stammering excuses, “what gave you that impression, what are you getting at?!” you didn’t really pay attention to him, focusing on the hand bruising your shoulder.
“go away, reiner, i’m not interested in your bullshit today,” you shoved his hand away and strut off in search of pieck or historia. as you walked away, a boystrous laugh sounded over all the chatter, followed by a ‘i was only joking!’ and another ‘the one time you actually show interest in a girl, it’s the slut?’ and then a firm ‘i don’t, stop playing around.’
morning rolled around quickly, light streaking into your room. a thin ribbon of sunrise created a bridge across your nose, causing your face to crinkle into consciousness. you rubbed your eye carefully, grateful that your lashes on during the night. however, that gratefulness dissipated when you saw your uniform hanging individually on your wardrobe door. lifting your phone, the time read 06: 27 which meant you slept through your alarm.
with a groan, you slipped out of your bed, trudging into the bathroom but not forgetting the extra blanket from your bedding. it was nearing the end of winter, which meant morning chill and rain. amongst the sound of bristles mingling with your teeth, you could hear low chatter coming from your brother’s room. probably your mom waking him up. after spitting into the sink, you came back up with a yawn and slipped your toothbrush into the holster.
by the time you got changed and applied your usual makeup, you had enough time to eat breakfast. you settled for porridge oats with honey. the gooey warmth felt nice, striking up your body heat like an ember somewhere in your core had been blown on until it caught fire again. your brother came down with your mom, who gave you a look of adoration, “good morning, baby, how did you sleep?”
she caught you at a bad time, you had scarfed downh half your porridge all at once. with a big gulp, you smiled, “i slept well, maybe too well.. i slept through my alarm.”
your mom bent forward, wiping away stray porridge that had made its way to the side of your mouth, “what have i told you about stuffing your mouth, n/n?” she smiled as she teased you and you responded, “not to.. historia’s dad is supposed to be here soon.”
“is that so?” she murmured, tending to your brother’s meal. as if on queue, a horn beeped. you hopped out of your chair and grabbed your bag, “that’s her! bye mom, bye jude, love you lots!”
you kissed their cheeks before slipping your shoes on and heading out of the door. your friend’s car sat infront of your house, historia and her dad in the front, leaving you to get into the back with ymir.
“hey guys,” you beamed. they exchanged greetings with you and began conversation with you. the drive to school was much shorter than it would be if you walked, which you were grateful for, especially in this weather.
when historia’s dad dropped the three of you off, ymir immediately poked you. it was hard enough for you to feel it through your coat. “ymir, what the hell?” said girl laughed, looping her spare arm around your shoulders, her right already around historia. she brought you in close, “how about i properly introduce you to bertholdt, hm? that way you won’t be unfamiliar with him.”
“will reiner be there?” you asked, fiddling with the hood over your head. the cold was really getting to you. ymir shrugged, “probably.”
you hummed, feigning interest, “no.”
historia giggled, covering her mouth and peering up at ymir, “you know what reiner’s like.. i’m surprised you haven’t lashed out yet, y/n.” you shrugged, “he’s not worth that sort of energy.”
“ah,” historia let out, “fair enough.. oh, speak of the devil!”
in the distance, reiner stood in the centre of his group, irritatingly standing out. he was cracking a joke with marcel from the looks of it. his big group hogged the steps and the entrance, which was in perfect alliance with the fountain, your groups usual spot. you could see pieck and annie waiting for the three of you to arrive, the black haired girl waving at you all just ten steps away.
“oh yeah, guys,” you perked up as you spotted mr smith, your history teacher, walking through the car park of the school building, “i need to talk to mr smith about my history grade, he said he could give me tips to get it up since i’m falling behind..”
you groaned at your admitted failure on your midterm, “i’ll see you at first period, though.” the two girls bid you a brief farewell before you strolled towards the other side of the courtyard to meet with your teacher.
“ah, miss y/n,” mr smith smiled as a greeting, taking his hands out of his usual tie behind his back, “come for advice, i see?” you nodded, “yeah, i don’t think i’ve ever done so bad on a test.” he asked you to walk with him, so you followed him up the steps. it was a comfortable silence, he was always your favourite, not one to yell but that was what happened when respect was an automatic for you.
spotting a small rock, – small enough it couldn’t even be considered a pebble – you kicked it up, narrowly hitting the shell of reiner’s ear. you snickered, hiding your nasty grin behind your hand, as reiner glared at you. he then redirected his gaze to mr smith, a smirk appearing on his face. you turned away, facing ahead.
“i hope that wasn’t you that kicked that, miss y/n,” he wished, though the humour behind his voice told you he was using a facade of proffesionalism to hide his amusement. you gasped, “i could never, sir.”
mr smith was aware of the ongoing feud between you and reiner and, against your protests, reported it to his higher ups. however, all it got was an assembly on anti-bullying.
“i have to say, you have incredible aim,” mr smith praised as the door closed, giving you a curt nod which you returned and thanked him for as the two of you strolled into his classroom.
break rolled around after second period. annie met up with you in the halls, her class opposite yours. she said hello first and you happily greeted her back. all was peaceful until reiner blocked your path, marcel and jean in tow.
“where’d you run off to with mr smith earlier?” he interrogated, tease at the ready, “fucking him for a better grade, hm?” laughter erupted from him and his friends.
you peered up at him through your lashes, “do i look like your girlfriend?” that made reiner’s laughter stop, “what do you mean by that?”
“i mean to stop questioning me like a jealous boy,” you sneered, “the only reason you hate me is because i rejected you and maybe if you brought yourself out of your big ego for once, you would realise i might’ve said yes had you been a little nicer!”
annie whistled beside you, a proud smile on her face. that boy looked hurt. momentarily. then, his smirk reappeared, “you have a zit on your nose.” laughter again. what the hell was wrong with him and his friends. you rolled your eyes, a retort on the tip of your tongue.
“reiner, maybe you should stop..” that shy, almost lazy voice from yesterday.. had he always been there? your eyes drifted to the bertholdt character you’d only now just been aware of.
“aw, bertl it’s just a bit of fun,” reiner slapped his shoulder, crinkling the boy’s blazer near the arm. bertholdt looked at it and frowned, an almost sad and far off look remaining in his eye. the buffer boy of the two leaned in, barely any space between their noses, “don’t tell me you like her..”
the taller one sighed, “stop it, i’m just telling you not to waste your breath, she wasn’t wrong when she said you look like a jealous boyfriend..” and bertholdt was jealous of you. honestly, he wanted you out of the picture.
with a sigh, reiner backed off. his bicep bumped your shoulder, emphasising the height difference. marcel and jean scoffed at you and annie, following him. this time, you noticed bertholdt too.
“you struck a nerve,” annie giggled, letting you join arms with her. nodding, you prided yourself, “i know!”
later on in the day, reiner sat in the boy’s changing room, venting to bertholdt about earlier’s interaction. bertholdt, however, was more concerned with the lingering thought, does he still like her? exchanging his formal shirt for his gym shirt.
“hey reiner, do you still like her?” the boy asked, irises quaking with uncertainty. reiner’s face exploded into pink.
“i hate that bitch..” he grumbled, slipping into a pair of sweatpants, “i just love giving her a hard time.”
there was silence between the two, being the last ones out of the locker room. then, a sigh followed by a “is it that obvious?” ensued. bertholdt looked down, a non verbal i knew it going through his head, “yeah, it is..”
“honestly, i think you should drop it,” his jaw tensed, “your bully tactic isn’t working, it hasn’t worked.” reiner was quick to be at bertholdt’s side, “if i didn’t know any better, you are jealous.. what kind of friend are you?”
clearly not the loyal type, bertholdt thought, biting his cheek, “the friend that’s tired of seeing and hearing you pursue a girl that hates you.. calling her a slut isn’t getting you anywhere! no, i’m not jealous, i’m bored..”
“ah..” reiner let the noise slip and retreated to his claimed section if the locker room, “i.. i get your point, sorry bertl.” he was surprised. bertholdt had never been one to raise his voice.
with a sad glance in his direction, bertholdt said nothing and left to join the others on the track field. reiner knew he was jealous, just not aware of who he was jealous of. entering the field, everyone had already lined up and was ready to complete whatever task had been explained.
“hoover, you’re late!” mr shadis yelled, “where is braun?” all eyes were on him. he could recognise everyone’s faces, but he payed attention to yours. bertholdt could acknowledge a pretty girl, you were definitely in the higher ranks of his mental list. you were the bane of his life, the thing reiner focused on.
“i’m sorry, sir, we were in the nurses office,” bertholdt excused himself, “reiner is still changing.” shadis gave him a weary eye before tutting, “don’t let it happen again.”
“yes, sir.”
shadis asked your team, consisting of you, ymir, eren, and connie to demonstrate a relay race once reiner came out. the full track was 400 metres, meaning you would all run 100 each. the four of you got into your agreed order in the middle row: eren, ymir, connie, you. eren received a bright yellow baton and got into position before the siren went off. when it did, he sprinted towards your friend. as he gave her the baton, he tripped over himself and landed ass-up on the floor, receiving laughter from everyone.
before you knew it, you had your hand holding out for connie as you began to jog when he got within ten steps of you. you were on the school’s national team for relay. you prided yourself for that. that’s how you learned a particular technique to preserve energy.
you’d jog as you waited for the third person to pass on the baton and when you finally received it, you would begin longer, slower strides–almost like you were hopping–on your tiptoes before takung shorter, faster steps. not to forget to lean your body lower towards the ground to propel yourself forward. that always earned you top two in annual nationals.
so, you did just that. you crossed the finish line, chest barely heaving as ymir walked up to you. shadis had set up four individual stop watches and got three other students to control them everytime the baton had been passed.
“jaeger, 13.57 seconds,” shadis glowered at him, “shave off seven next time.”
putting down that stop watch, he examined the next two, “fritz and springer, you both landed on 11.8,” his lip twitched into a smirk that quickly left his face. shadis moved onto your one, “l/n, 9.7, keep that up and you’ll hold a world record.”
a smile erupted onto your face as ymir pat your back. historia, annie, and pieck surrounded you to congratulate you, which you brushed off as practice.
bertholdt observed you, he really wanted to know what was so special about you that made reiner so obsessed. he noticed how, unlike most people, you had dimples under your mouth instead of on your cheeks. they showed up when you smiled. your eyebrows were naturally full and you had great facial harmony. as you ran, bertholdt noticed that you had a body lots of girls wanted but that didn’t make you stand out to him.
ymir guided you over some point during his analysis, his face heating up when he realised ymir was talking to him amd not you.
“sorry, what were you saying?” bertholdt apologised, slouching to ease tension in his shoulders. ymir gestured to you, who had a bored, almost uninterested look on your face as you glanced up at him from your fingers, up to his face, and back to your fingers.
“i said, since you two don’t know each other well, i thought i’d introduce you two,” ymir repeated herself, irk edging her tone, “y/n, this is bertholdt. the boy you had never seen before until now.” you didn’t know who he was? his lips thinned in minor embarrassment. he probably looked like an idiot. reiner and ymir already accused him of liking you, and now he happened to be distracted and went all red while he was looking in your direction.
“hi,” you murmured, finally taking away your attention from your fingers. considering his low presence, he was big. he had wide shoulders and his arms strained against the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt. he had to be 6’5 minimum! it impressed you, sure, but he was just another follower of reiner’s.
“oh, ymir, annie and pieck are running,” you pulled on her arm, dragging her away from the boy. that’s when bertholdt realised it. it wasn’t your beauty that had reiner hooked, nor was it your body shape and curves.
no, it was your unattainability.
#bertholdt hoover x reader#aot fic#aot x reader#female reader#snk#reiner braun#bertholdt hoover#fanfiction#annie leonhart#pieck finger#aot ymir#historia reiss
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Suffocate
Pieck x black fem chubby reader!
Smut 18+ Drabble
Synopsis- in which I write about two thick bitches suffocating each other while sitting on faces. Breath play, receiving, giving head, switch reader 
It was a simple job interview question. “What do you like to do on your off days?” One you couldn’t answer truthfully of course. Your real answer would be your roommate Pieck! The secret love of your life. Well her and her pussy. That’s why you push her further into face not caring if your breath supply is cut off. All those days she stayed plopping her fat ass and cunt on you face must’ve been training for a moment like this. One where she was simply using you for her own pleasure. Grinding her soaping pussy onto your face. Your nose felt amazing in her hole so of course she couldn’t remove it. She knew eventually you needed to breath but that would have to wait for now. So you focused on licking her bundle of nerves. She was greedy wanting to cum over and over again in the first place. But you did such a good job sucking on her already swollen clit until her toes curled and you felt her thighs tremble in your hands. Only thing was you where out of air. Her plump ass blocking you completely and your hands slipping from her thighs. Now you had no way to tap out being stuck being having your face smothered by her pussy juice until she came creaming down your chin. She got off of you realizing your state. “Shit I’m sorry are you okay?!” She would always ask. You just held a weak dumbs up pacing for the air finally given.
She would always fake it up to you allowing you to do the same to her. Your thick thighs flooding the sides of her head. Only this time you weren’t so desperate from the start not wanting to crush her head. But she insisted more and more pushing you down onto her. Until she her self began to suffocate. Your mind was filled with pleasure not with her needs so you rode her face harder. You didn’t stop until you squirted into her mouth that was open to beg for air.
#heartland#anime#wlw smut#wlw nsft#pieck smut#pieck aot#pieck x you#pieck supremacy#attck on titan#attack on titan x black reader#attack on titan x female reader#aot smut#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#aot x y/n#3creampie3#anime smut#anime fanfic
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War and Smoke: Chapter 2
Pairing: Pieck Finger x (Fem! OC): Akaime Shizumi
Summary: Being at war with the entire world is tiring enough. But, you may have just found the love of your life in the middle of it all.
Chapter Warnings: Awkward Romance, Swearing
A/n: n/a
Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts. +*+ = Skip
Chapter Theme: My Strange Addiction - Billie Eilish
Tags: @dankeydoodledoo
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The Cart Titan slowly opens her eyes, finding herself engulfed in a familiar smoke. However, as soon as she sat up, she groaned in pain, with her hopes to get out of the mysterious gas.
"Relax, it's not going to kill you," You explain to her
"Then what the hell are you doing to me?!" She demands to get an answer out of you
Damn... Even angry that sounds hot...
"Healing you," You answer, calmly
A figure turns from the window to see who came through the door.
"You-You can heal too?" She asks
She sits in your cloud of smoke, inhaling it. Compared to how you manipulated it back on Liberio, it was so much more bearable than last.
"Yeah," You say, "I can manipulate smoke to whatever the hell I want it to do."
"Can... Can anyone else do it?" She asks
"My best friend, 2nd in command to the Survey Corps, right below Hange Zoe, can fly," You explain, “Basically a bird.”
“How did that happen... For the both of you?” She asks
“Let’s just say there were a handful of experiments done on the both of us,” You vaguely explain, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to report to Tenkuji as of right now.”
“Who’s going to watch me?” She asks as you turn your back towards her
You stop in your tracks.
“You understand how those devout followers of Eren Jeager will just simply go with whatever they want because its what Eren would want, right?” She asks
“Is the Cart Titan afraid of death?” You ask
“It’s Pieck...” She finally gives you a name, “And no, I’m more worried about those two kids you also brought in.”
“More like they snuck aboard our ship and killed one of our own!” You begin raising your voice
“You attacked us first,” She counter-argues
“If none of you Marleans sent us off to the damn island where you sent pure titans to slaughter us like cattle, maybe we wouldn’t be at war!” You yell, “That girl who died was my best friend...”
Your eyes widen when you realize your voice is echoing off of the walls of the cells. You clear your throat and regain your composure and begin making your way to Commander Tenkuji’s office like you had told Pieck.
“Relax.., Pieck,” Your voice calms down, turning your head over your shoulder, “We aren’t going to kill them...”
"Commander Tenkuji," You knock on the door
"Yo, Akaime, welcome back," She smiles, "You do know that you can just refer to me as Mikuka right? We were cadets together."
"Still respectable to call you Commander, bird brain," You joke, "Where's the feathers?"
"Lately, they've been a lot harder to put away," She sighs, sitting in the chair across from you, "The more I bring them out, the longer and more difficult it becomes to put them away, to pull off the human look."
"Dude, just let them be free," You say, sitting in the chair across from Mikuka, "Thats what they symbolize don't they?"
Mikuka was someone with a special ability like you. Instead of smoke though, she had wings. The left wing was navy blue, the other was white. She was also able to manipulate each feather telepathically.
"Yeah, but after getting recruits after the Battle of Shiganshina, they've been blowing it out of proportion," She groans, "Enough about me, I did speak to Hange earlier, aside from whom we've lost... Including Sasha.... What else happened?"
"I uhhhh..." You begin, "Was able to capture the Cart Titan. Shes in one of the cells in the basement right now."
"You've managed to capture a shifter?!" She asks, suddenly invested, "Nice. But I also take it the soldiers who went wanted her dead then and there?"
"Floch especially," You say, "He was about to make a move until I square punched him in the jaw."
"Oh man that guy doesn't know when to chill," She chuckles
"Hange gave me full permission to have her under my guard," You add
"Thats fine by me, I give you full permission as well," She replies
Mikuka stands from the chair and begins making her way out of the office.
"That's... Not the sole reason why I snagged the Cart Titan," You turn your head over your shoulder
"Oh?" Mikuka stops right at the door, before her hand even reaches the handle, "Then what was the reason?"
"When she... Yes, She. Emerged from her titan, something in me just... Clicked. I don't know what exactly but... Soemthing in me told me, 'Don't get her killed'." You explain
"Do I sense Akaime Shizumi having a crush?" She teases, walking back over, "But also, you do realize how much of a bad idea it is right? That girl could use it against you the next time you go soft for her."
"I'm aware," You say, "But something in me was just... Telling me to not let her die. You understand that feeling?"
"All too well," She agrees
She sits on the corner of her desk.
"What are you thinking?" She asks, breaking the silence
"I want her to see that we're not all island devils," You say, "Even if there's individuals like you and I who... are practically an embodiment of the devil."
"Isn't she also eldian?" She asks
"But she's on the Marlean side," You add, "I'm sure they've influenced her that we're devils."
"I mean, judging how you two had your first conversation since the big fight, she’s been pretty at ease already,” She says
“She added... That those strong followers are with Eren’s will to free Eldia,” You sigh, “Nervous that they’ll just do something anyway. Especially Floch... You know how he goes nowadays...”
“Ugh... Was never and will never be a fan of his,” She sighs
Mikuka picks off one of her feathers from each of her two-color wings and hands it to you.
“As long as she keeps both of these somewhere on her person, I’ll hear every little thing that goes on,” She explains, “Even if you’re not there, I will be to notify you and physically be there. She needs both of these together for it to work.”
“You’re the best,” You smile
You walk back down to the cells and appear in front of the Cart shifter once more.
“Did your 2nd in command decide that I was better off dead?” She asks
“Damn before you even get to the talk of death, no,” You say, “Just coming back to give you this...”
You present the two intertwined feathers and toss it to her. The wind carrying it towards her. Pieck allows it to fall into her hand but stares blankly at it.
“Wow... Feathers...” Pieck’s eyes travel up too yours
“It’s from Mikuka,” You add, “So long as you keep these on you, Mikuka will hear from as loud as conversation to as subtle as your heartbeat.”
“Why go through all of this trouble for me?” Pieck asks
“Can’t explain why but... I have this interest... In you...” Wa what came out of your mouth
“I’m not surprised,” She sighs, “You’re not the first one who finds me attractive...”
“N-No! That’s not why I- I don’t know why I-” You stumble over your own words
“Guess you’re the one who is stupid,” Pieck giggles
“Shut up already!” You huff
“You’re actually kinda funny when you’re stumbled over your own words,” She slightly smiles
“Ha ha ha,” You roll your eyes, “It’s because I’m embarrassing the hell out of myself isn't it?”
She nods, trying to hide her smile behind her hand.
“Oh ha ha very funny Pieck,” You roll your eyes once more
“Is this how most of you people from the island act when you bring in attractive prisoners?” She asks
“N-nope. Just me,” You continue talking
Just shut up Akaime...
“Keep acting like that maybe I’ll actually open up to you,” She says
“Y-yeah,” You slightly blush, “Whatever you say...”
+*+
Over the next couple of weeks, you had been continuously visiting Pieck down in the cells; bringing her food, keeping her company...
“Wouldn’t mind if I joined you in here?” You ask
“You got a key?” She asks
“Only a special one to hold shifters like you in,” You say
You slowly begin unlocking the door, watching Pieck very closely, in hopes to not let her take advantage of you.
“Relax, I’m not going to try and escape,” Pieck sighs, raising her hands up in the air
You shut the door as it ‘clicks’ from the other end. You sit on the other end with your back against the wall.
“You don’t wanna sit next to me?” She asks
“You wanting to flirt while you’re at it?” You joke
“Come and find out,” The corner of her lip curves into a devilish smile
“Listen,” You exhale, feeling your heartbeat skip a few beats, “If this is some ploy to get me to soften up to you, you’re out of luck there Pieck...”
“Well, worth a shot,” Pieck sighs
Awkward silence fell between the two of you; neither of you knowing how to bring up a conversation again.
“You sure are risking a lot of things right now,” Pieck looks at you
“I’m known to take a lot of risks,” You simply answer
“Does that include sacrificing your own people to ensure your own life?” She asks
“That’s their choice,” You sigh, “I'm no captain...”
And I plan to keep it that way...
“So that ginger-haired who runs his mouth about freeing Eldia is captain?” She asks
“Levi would not allow that until his last dying breath,” You sigh, “I hate him... You wouldn’t be surprised if I told you that he actually wants you dead.”
“I’m not... Not in the slightest,” She says
“Didn’t think so,” You reply
“Getting comfy with the enemy much?” A voice rings out of nowhere
Both you and Pieck jolt at the sudden voice but You ease when it was Mikuka.
“No I’m not Mikuka,” You sigh, beginning to stand on your feet
You knew Mikuka was joking but at the same time, you were beginning to get pretty comfortable with Pieck.
“What is it?” You ask
“Funeral for our fallen in Liberio... Including Sasha Braus,” She says
You follow her out of the cell as you lock the door behind you.
“Will you visit me the same way again?” Pieck asks, out of pure curiosity
“If you’ll allow me that is,” You reply, continuing to follow behind Mikuka
+*+
You did keep your word to Pieck; all the things you never found yourself doing when you were with Mikuka, despite that you and her go way back before your days as cadets, however, with Mikuka being 2nd in command in the Survey corps. You felt alone again.
“So... Let me get this right, correct me if I’m wrong... So, You two were the only cadets that had graduated early?” She asks, “All because Noble one-armed blondie, freaky-one-eyed ponytail and the short but very strong soldier had taken an interest in your skills and abilities?”
“I love how it’s Captain Levi you refer to as a ‘normal’ person, compared to Hange and Erwin,” You let out a chuckle
“Well, I didn't know their names,” She sighs, “I... Don’t think I actually know your name.”
You stupid dumb bitch...
You realized that you were enjoying every little minute you were spending with her, you cease to realize that you didn't reveal your name to her.
“It’s Akaime,” You finally reveal, “Akaime Shizumi.”
“Akaime... That’s actually a very nice name...” Pieck slightly blushes
You listen to her repeat your name over and over to herself.
“Don’t wear it out Pieck,” You chuckle
“Wasn’t trying to,” She smiles, bursting into a chuckling fit as well
“This... This has been nice,” You confess, “Ever since Mikuka was appointed 2nd Commander, she’s been super busy doing all Commander-y things. She doesn’t mean to but... It’s like I got left behind...”
“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Pieck confesses, “Takes me back to when times were a lot easier.”
“You can say that again,” You chuckle
“Takes me back to when times were a lot easier,” She repeats herself, resulting in the both of you chuckling together
The chuckling ceases when the both of you hear footsteps coming down towards your location. You were prepared to throw hands with whomever was coming down however, ease when it was Mikuka.
“What’s up?” You ask her
“You’re requested for a meeting,” Mikuka says
You immediately get up and begin making your way towards the door however, felt Piecks fingers slightly brush against yours.
You follow her up to the surface and open the door to the conference room and see Hange, Levi, and Mikuka taking a seat, Zeke sitting across from the three of them.
“What’s... Going on?” You take an empty seat
“I think Zeke has royal blood in his veins...” Hange explains, “And we think he and Eren Jeager will plan on using the founder titans powers to activate the Rumbling to destroy thew world...”
“So You and I are going to bring a handful of soldiers and keep a close eye on him,” Levi looks at yu
“Wait... What?” You ask, “Why me?”
“Akaime, your stealth can help transport Zeke if something goes wrong,” Mikuka explains
“Wait, you’re agreeing to this too?!” You immediately stand from your chair
“Akaime, I know we didn’t ask for your say in this decision,” Hange stands, “But, Mikuka is right. You have the best stealth skill on our corps. It’s only right if you and Levi handle this task as a team. Doi I make myself clear Akaime?”
You slouch yourself into the chair as your face scrunches as you look up at Hange.
“Yes... Commander,” You grit your teeth
Mikuka looks down at her fidgeting fingers as you continue to grit your teeth.
Levi was taking Zeke back to his cell before preparing a wagon and supplies whilst, you, Mikuka and Hange remained behind.
“Don’t think I also have been noticing you growing closer to your own prisoner, Akaime,” Hange adds, “It’s best if you don’t get too close to her. You never know when she’s only using it to betray you later. You remember what happened with Reiner Braun, Betholdt Hoover, and Annie Leonhardt... Right?...”
“Yes I remember exactly Commander,” You continue to slouch
Hange makes their leave from the room, leaving you and Mikuka alone.
“You really didn’t ask me how I was going to feel about this?” You ask her
“But you really do have the best stealth skill in the entire corps,” She states, “But, I didn’t really put the idea of you and Pieck growing closer. that part I din’t really care about. But, Hange is right. I’m beginning to see how much spending time with Pieck is beginning to cloud your job as a Survey Corps Scout. Maybe this would be a good time to spend away from her.”
Mikuka gets up and begins making her way out of the conference room, however, you grab at her forearm.
“Promise me one thing Tenkuji,” You continue gritting your teeth
Mikuka looks down at you.
“Should something happen to Levi and I while we’re out there,” You begin, “Or if Marley comes to the island... Release her... Get her back to her comrades...”
“You’re asking me to risk my own damn ass just to protect your little lover?” She asks
“Please...” You beg
“Fine,” She grits her own teeth, “Just because I also 100% support you and her being together...”
“Thanks, Commander,” You say
“You owe me... At some point,” She makes her exit from the room
You were prepping your horse for travcvel until from the corner of your eye; Mikuka.
“Pieck requests for your presence once more before you depart Akaime,” She says, “I can finish prepping your horse.”
You nod as you hand over the reigns to her as you begin making your way to the cells.
“Hey...” You make your pretense known to Pieck
“You’re leaving... Akaime,” She says, looking up at you from her knees
“Sorry...” You scratch the back of your head, “Commander’s orders...”
“Mikuka?” She asks
“No, Hange,” You answer, “Mikuka was supporting the idea.”
“Makes no difference to me,” She slouches
“You okay?” You ask, coming up on the other side of the cell’s bars
Pieck nearly closes the decently sized gap between you., her and the bars of the cell.
“You’re the only one that really showed me any form of decency in here. Who the hell am I supposed to trust?...”
“Mikuka Tenkuji,” You immediately answer, “I trust her with my life. You don’t have to trust her right off the bat but know I trust her. Only her.”
She nods. You begin taking a step back from the cell.
“I’ll come check on you as soon as I come back,” You say
Before you could turn to make your back back to the stables, you felt a hand grab at your shirt and pull you back. You felt your lips touch another pair of lips; not realizing Pieck yanked you back for a kiss.
“Come back to me alive Akaime. Got it?” She demands, calmly
You vigorously nod as she gently eases her grip on your shirt. As you make your way back to the stables, your brain tries to process the fact you had kissed the enemy; the woman who had kept your mind reeling: Pieck.
Chapter 3
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"Well.. first, you must read through and sign papers pertaining about merchants and changes in the kingdom."
The princess's study, whilst spacious, felt claustrophobic with every pile of paper placed upon her desk. "..Bertolt, how would one go about.. well, doing this?" While he hadn't spoken a peep, he was shuffling. His shoes annoyingly rubbed against the carpet and the rhythmic muffle erked the silence unpleasantly. It reminded her of when her father paced back and forth within the dining room. She couldn't find it within herself to scold him back then so why scold someone now?
"Oh, your highness!" A sweet gasp tickled the princess's ears, bringing a smile to her face. Bertolt seized his feet as well, which pleased her even more. "I was wondering when I would see you today." The mop of golden hair that peaked around the corner could only belong to the soft spoken librarian, Armin Arlert. His hair swept at his brow when he shifted the books within his arms, "..do you need help with anything?" She pushed a breath past her lips, "Yes, please, I don't know how to tackle all this paperwork. I truly don't wish to be here all day." It was the clearing of Bertolt's throat that brought her attention back to him, "You have a meeting with Lord Erwin at tea time, princess. Pieck will take you then." She wasted no time in nodding, shifting her feet so she could stand behind the cluttered desk. "Please help her in the meantime, Arlert." He and Armin switched places, but Bertolt left as soon as he could.
"So.. what should we start with, your highness?" Humming, the princess slides forward a paper pile, "How about this one?" Armin grinned, "As you wish."
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It was an hour later when she sighed. Her fingers weaved and tangled in the hair closest to her scalp. "This never seems to end.. how do you look at words for so long, Mister Arlert?" Tapping her pen against the desktop, she frees her hair of her fingers and leans back with another sigh. "Everything in moderation, your highness!" He breathed out, taking the time to lower the glasses he had been wearing to his chest, "Although if you wish for a break, we shall take one. Does a walk in the courtyard sound nice?" His eyes shone with a certain gleam as he rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head in feigned curiosity. He knew the princess wanted to get the work done and over with, but if she left the library she wouldn't return- that was if anything he learned from all the years he's gotten to know her were true.
"..we truly shouldn't, but... ah, maybe we could move to a different part of the library?" His lips lifted, "Of course, we can do anything you want, 'highness." Her chair lightly skidded against the floor, but the carpet muffled it enough to not be ear piercing. Armin followed suit, pushing in his chair just as she did and lead the way to the door. He adored the laxed smile she wore as she walked beside him, he couldn't help but mirror it while they approached the windows.
"Oh!" Pressing her hand against the molding, she leans forward, lifting a knee to the sill, "Yelena, hello!" Just out the open window was the garden's keeper. Despite the hours she dwelled outside, she remained pale. Many servants joked about her homeland being Romania and she was one to always go along with it. But was she joking too? "Ah, afternoon, princess!" Even through the hard labor she kept a relaxed expression, she was always one mystery after another. "Y-your highness, be careful!" Armin grasped the princess's waist as she began slipping, her dress not having much grip. "Oh my, were you about to fall for me? I am quite honored." Yelena teased, lifting a hand to her heart as she bowed her head. Her heart racing from the panic she refused to show. Sputtering for a moment, the princess felt her cheeks burn. "Come now, Yelena, that's no way to treat the soon to be queen." Onyankopon, another keeper of the many plants around the palace, was quick to wave the blonde over.
But their words were covered as the window was pulled shut by the man beside her. "Armin? Is something...ah.." When the princess faced him, she found him close- too close. It wasn't the first time he had been, but it felt quite different now that the both of them were adults. Their shared breaths melded together with how close they were, it felt electrifying. "..'highness.." His lips just about brushed against hers as he spoke, "..you-" She watched as he froze, her heart leaping when her nose bumped his. It seemed she had been leaning toward him.
It was slow, but he released his hold on her, parting his lips as he finally realized what he was doing. "Y.. your highness, I- I'm terribly sorry..!" He knew he should bow, but he found himself shielding his reddening face rather than doing what's proper. "...Armin.." Her fingers graced her bottom lip before her eyes darted to the entrance of the library. "Princess~" The cheery voice of her maid made her relieved, she would breathe normally if she could just- "Oh..! Am I interrupting something, dears?" She sounded much older than she was whenever she spoke this way, but it was very much her.
"No, of course not!" The princess almost faltered when Armin spoke too, thankfully he cut himself off before Pieck could poke any more fun. "Great! I'll be kidnapping you for a little while, tea with a possible suitor is a mighty fine occasion after all~" She grasped her hand, lightly swinging it back and forth with a giggle, "Chin up now, you don't get the chance to doll up very often!" Intertwining their fingers, the princess finds herself aching with anxiety. Taking a look back at the dear librarian was all she could manage before disappearing through the doors that had secluded them moments before.
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spiderman’s sweetheart
spider!eren x f!reader
you find yourself helping out your friendly neighborhood spiderman
content: spiderman au!, mentions of violence/blood/injury, a very corny spider gang, pieck + hange best girlfriends and aunts, they keep calling the female titan a pervert, the iconic spiderverse monologue at the end
an: based on a request I received from @cutiejg hope you like it sweetie pie!!!! ur request made me so excited I just had to write it now bc I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPIDERMAN
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Eren’s late. He’s late, he’s late, he’s late.
His skateboards not moving him nearly fast enough and the stupid fucking school security stopping him every ten feet isn’t helping him either. And the cracks in the pavement slowing him down and the soreness from last night aren’t exactly boosters either.
When he reaches the basketball courts, he sees you sitting there and feels his heart drop - black sunglasses perched on your face, your hair glowing in the sun, and your nose stuck in a book. As he walks up, he instantly recognizes the cover of the book you’re reading - The Heir to the Jedi - one of his favorite novels from when he was younger.
He picks up his skateboard from the ground, running his hand through his hair one time before he clears his throat to get your attention. He watches intently as look up, giving him a smile as you yank your earbuds out of your ears.
“Hi. I’m Eren. Eren Yeager. From the yearbook? We uh- went to elementary school together. And middle school. The same class too - with that hardass Mr. Levi? And uh-I’m sorry I’m late, I just got out of work.”
Work. In his job as the cities most wanted vigilante, Spiderman.
He’s cut off by the sound of you laughing, your nimble fingers pulling your sunglasses off the tip of your nose and pulling them up to hold your hair back.
Fuck. This is infinitely harder when you’re making direct eye contact with him, glowing eyes peering into his.
“I know who you are, Eren.”
“You do?”
“Of course, I do. How could I forget the guy who spilled orange juice all over Mr. Levi - the clean freak hardass himself’s - desk?
Eren feels his cheeks burn, embarrassment coursing through his blood as he fumbles with the camera around his neck. Great. All you remember is the time he got yelled at and sent to the principal’s office in seventh grade for being clumsy.
It’s not his fault he spilled the fucking orange juice. You just happened to look at him right at that second, pulling your face up from your textbook, to smile at him and his hands just started sweating and it just happened.
“Right, uh- so you like Star Wars?”
He watches you gather your belongings - a pale green waterbottle, your solid black backpack - covered in pins and ribbons as you both head down to the courts. One pin catches his eyes - the signature spider emblem right in the middle. The “I Stand with Spiderman” pins.
A month after he started this whole Spiderman thing, the police chief called a task-force, aimed towards arresting the “spider vigilante” that was wrecking havoc. He almost got caught, backed up into a corner during one of his first fights, but the people in the city blocked him off, giving him enough time to get away.
It was…a whole moment. The community, the people - they love Spiderman. So much that they started a whole movement to protect him, started by a group called “The Lions.” The names corny, but they’ve protected him more times than not so…he appreciates it. And that pin - it means you’re a part of it.
Not only are you a part of a group that supports him, but you’re the class president of the school. And he’s the editor in chief of the yearbook. And in your presidential duties, you’ve tasked him with joining you at all your club progress meetings to take pictures of each club. It’s easier to do it together so you don’t take up that much time from each club - one meeting to get all the business sorted out.
“Huh? Oh! Because of the book. Yeah, my little brother, Falco. Really into that stuff.”
“Does he have a favorite character?”
“Kylo Ren.”
“I was Kylo Ren for Halloween. Armin, Jean, and Connie were the knights.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why the fuck did he just tell you that he was a nerdy fucking Star Wars character for Halloween? Did he seriously just admit that he has the same interests as your fucking eleven year old little brother?
“That’s clever, since it sounds like your name and all. Eren - Ren. Falco and I went as Harry and Hermione.”
“Ah. You should be Rey and Finn next year. Because you’re like….a ray?”
He watches you turn over to look at him, eyes squinting in confusion.
Because she’s a ray? Eren Yeager, literal fucking spider-human who can swing from literal buildings, and the best he can come up with is you’re a ray. He couldn’t even finish the sentence and say ray of sunshine?
“If I’m a ray, than you’re a segment.”
He laughs so hard, he snorts and it’s literally so fucking embarrassing he wants to crawl in a hole.
Math joke. You made a math joke. Because if she’s a ray, a part of a line that has no fixed end point, then he’s a segment - a line with two distinct end points.
Eren tries his best to concentrate, but your sweet honey voice and your soft flowery smell make it hard to pay attention. He snaps the pictures. He walks you to your car. He goes to sleep with a smile on his face.
-
from y/n l/n
you: eren!!! the basketball pictures are so great. ty for all ur help :’)
Armin, Connie, Jean, and Eren all hover their heads over the phone - lying flat on his bed spread - trying their best to write out the best response.
This is serious. Eren’s had a crush on you since the fourth grade. And this is his chance.
“You should tell her thank you. And that you want to get coffee with her.”
Connie grabs Armin by the collar of his shirt, nearly strangling him in the process.
“Are you fucking kidding, Armin? He might as well say he wants to have sex with her.”
Eren can feel his cheeks heat up as Armin and Connie start arguing, half swatting each other on the face. Armin’s screaming into Connie’s ear, the both of them tangling on the floor now.
“What the fuck are you on about, Connie? It’s coffee shop, not a fucking bar.”
Eren webs the two of them off each other, giving them both a smack on the back of the head as they stop.
“You can’t web us Eren. We’re your guys in the chair!”
Originally, Eren had one guy in the chair. Armin. A bloody genius at all things science and technology - he couldn’t have designed his web slingers without him. Granted, he tried but they didn’t work as well.
But then he had to tell Connie. Because Connie had an in at the fabric store, his best friend Sasha’s mom as the primary designer, and he desperately needed someone to design a suit so he could keep his identity a secret. So he told him. Because that’s the only way Sasha’s mom would agree. If her biological son basically begged her to make a suit.
Connie’s a loudmouth. Who told Jean. Who isn’t entirely useless. Sure he’s got a pretty big fucking head, but his dad is also a cop - meaning Jean can steal their radio systems so Eren can respond to events faster than them.
A spider gang.
“You’re both some big fucking idiots, that’s what you are. Where the fuck were you raised, Connie? A barn?”
Eren, Connie, and Armin immediately stop talking the second they hear the swishing sound fill the air, turning their heads to find Jean with the phone in his hands. He sent a message.
Jean’s smirking at the three of them, shaking the phone in his hands. Eren immediately stalks over, his eyes boggling out of his fucking sockets when he reads the response.
to y/n l/n
eren: thanks bae!
“Jean Kirstein. Count your fucking days.”
He immediately webs Jean to the wall behind him, slapping across the face one time for good measure as well.
“What gives? It’s sweet - calling back to the ray joke you told us about.”
Jean yanks his hand off the drywall, placing the stray webs onto Eren’s bed spread.
“The ray joke? Your dumbass literally responded with ‘thanks bae’”
Jean sits up, snatching the phone from Eren’s hands as he runs his eyes over the phone again. Jean’s face turns uncharacteristically pink, an apologetic look on his face. Eren tags him to the wall behind him, spiderwebs holding his wrists up properly to the drywall this time.
“Touch my phone again and I’ll web you upside down from the Empire State Building next.”
“It was autocorrect! I thought I typed ray.”
Eren webs over Jean’s mouth to prevent him from talking any further. He plops on the floor, head in his hands.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This can’t get any more embarrassing. First he spills that orange juice in front of you and then calls you a ray and is late to meeting with you and now sends you this fucking horrifying text?
You’re going to block him. You’re going to block him and Eren’s going to lose his chance with you. Eren is most definitely going to hang Jean upside down from the Empire State Building.
His phone dings in the air and the three of them - Connie, Armin, and Eren - nearly drop the phone off the fucking bed trying to read the response. Jean’s voice is muffled against the web - sounding an awful lot like “if it’s a good response, you have to set me up with Mikasa”
from y/n l/n
you: you’re welcome sweetheart :DDD
Armin and Connie are fucking shaking Eren by the neck, the three of them screaming in the air. Jean’s still muffling against his web, begging to find out what you responded.
Eren ignores that embarrassing heart skip in his chest.
-
“Where is it guys?”
Eren turns up his earpiece, swinging towards the end of the buildings. He could hear the crashing as he was walking back to his apartment, decking into the alley way to suit up.
Armin - in all of his fucking genius - created matching earpieces for the four of them to use when Eren was on sight, everyone making sure a base was covered. Armin reported on the casualty, trying his best to think of ways to use the enemies weaknesses to Eren’s advantage.
Connie watched the security cams Jean gave him access to, finding the best access route for Eren to get in and out of places. And Jean, in all his annoyingness, kept surveillance on the fucking cops trying to arrest him at every move.
“Rose Middle School. Apparently, it’s like some fucking superhuman female titan and she’s giant. She’s wrecking through the parks right now.”
“On it, Armin. Jean and Connie - keep me updated on where the cops are.”
“Make sure a flaming car hits Mr. Levi.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jean.”
Eren turns his ear piece down, swinging into his old middle school as he surveys the problem.
And Lord have mercy, she is fucking giant. A chiseled titan of pure muscle, striking blue eyes and blonde hair watching him swing through the air. She’s currently demolishing the PE equipment, which he imagines can’t be too bad, given it’s centuries old.
Maybe they’ll finally replace the pickle ball equipment with a real sport - like basketball of volleyball. Eren webs her ankles and arms together first, knocking her down to the side.
“Hey lady. Have you ever thought about like…putting clothes on? This feels weirdly inappropriate.”
She only roars in response, breaking open the webs around her ankles as she reaches around for him in the air. Eren swings around her, basically flying through the air, as he tags her to the tree behind her. He taps into the ear piece, waiting for a response.
“Best idea is to leave her there for now, Eren. There’s a kid around the block, make sure he’s okay before you try again.”
“On it, Armin.”
He swings around the block, to find one pale, blonde haired kid - a nose stuck in his book and headphones covering his ears. Did he not just see the hoard of kids running away? Or here that female titan just scream?
He steps down, using his webs to yank the kids headphones off as he steps down in front of him. When the kid looks up, he realizes he has a puddle full of tears in his eyes, his cheeks brazen pink.
“Hey kid.”
He sniffles in response, pressing his hand against his nose.
“Hi.”
He crouches down, holding out his hand to shake.
“I’m Spiderman. What’s your name?”
“Falco.”
“Nice to meet you, Falco. Want to get out of here before that creepy little weird lady comes back?”
“Um, yeah. But my sister is supposed to come get me.”
“Your sister, huh? Did she say where?”
Stupid sister. Was she really planning on getting you from here? This sister couldn’t meet him at the Starbucks across the street?
“Right here. I’m waiting for her to show up so we can leave. She said to listen to music and read my jedi book so I don’t panic.”
Jedi Book. Sister. Falco. You. Holy fucking god, this is your little brother. The one who likes the Kylo Ren.
Right on cue, he can feel his spider sense tingling, with you running behind him - sneakers slapping against the concrete as you sprint. You nearly knock Spiderman over as you grab Falco by the face, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you run your eyes all over him.
Your face is all scrunched up in panic and Eren can feel his senses heightened at the sight of you, this kid, and this creepy fucking titan lady a few feet away from you. You need to leave. Now. He needs you to leave because he can’t focus if you’re here.
“You okay, Coco? Let’s go. Right now.”
“Okay, okay.”
But before you can, a large crashing sound knocks the three of you to the ground, the stupid female titan standing over the breadth of the elementary school, crystal blue eyes glaring down at the three of you. Spiderman webs up first, spinning around her as he calls out to her.
“God, lady. You should really put some clothes on. You’re flashing entire titty to a kid right now.”
All you can do is look up in shock, the titan’s crystal blue eyes staring into yours. Your hold on Falco is nearly deathlike and you shaking Falco’s arms as hard as you can to signal him to follow you.
You begin to pull him but feel a tug when Falco doesn’t follow. He’s crying hard - tears pouring out of his eyes as he looks down at his feet.
“I can’t move- I-I’m scared, Y/N.”
You reach down, pressing your hands firm against his shoulders as you squeeze.
“This isn’t the time to be scared, Falco. You’re okay. Spiderman’s right there and he’s dealing with-”
You look up to find Spiderman, trapped in the palm of the titan’s hand, a broken device in his hand and one splayed on the floor, not a few feet away from you. You leave Falco where he’s standing, scrambling over to inspect it.
It’s small and rectangular - blue and red splayed all over the intricate design work. In the tiniest of handwritings, there’s a small piece of text in the corner.
property of the spider gang bitch
Spider Gang? That’s so fucking corny.
You hear Spiderman yelling out at you, refocusing to your vision to him, where he’s still trapped in her hand.
“Mind giving me my webslinger back, sweetheart?”
“Uh- yeah. I-”
Before you can toss it up to him, the female titan stomps straight on to the concrete, knocking you and all the nearby outposts to the ground. Your ankle is immediately trapped under the mailbox to your right, the webslinger still in your hand.
You try your best to yank your leg out from the metal, but you can feel your ankle burning - the pressure on your leg making your chest writhe in pain. Falco runs over, his hands in your hair as his hot tears start hitting your cheeks.
“Hey. Hey hey hey. Falco, right?”
You both angle your head up, looking at Spiderman talking to the two of you. The titan’s still got him crushed in her hand, but she’s distracted by the sound of the police cars coming up the block. Falco’s taken a few steps forward, towards the stupid alien mutant whatever the fuck titan she is.
“You’re a strong kid, right?”
“Not really. I didn’t pass my physical test last week.”
“Not strong in that way, kid. Strong in the head, the heart.”
“Um. I don’t know, Spiderman. I’m kind of lame when it comes to stuff like this.”
Eren racks his head. He just needs his fucking webslinger back so he can get you guys out of here. And not get arrested. And not break every bone in his body from this death grip this naked lady has on him. And to make sure you’re okay.
“Kylo Ren. He was pretty lame when he started out too right? He had to go to the special Jedi school with Luke and kind of learn everything from the start.”
Eren sees Falco’s eyes light up, his tears lightly subsiding as he finally meets his eyes up to look at Eren. Bingo.
“Yeah.”
“And then he became really, really cool because he just tried it out right?”
“Yeah and then he became evil and got the Knights of Ren.”
“Okay, kid. Maybe ignore that part.”
He sees Falco laugh, the female titan squeezing him harder in his grasp as she looks around, the police helicopters, right on fucking cue, starting to surround the three of you.
“Okay, Falco. I need you to be strong. Like Kylo Ren, right now. Your sister, she’s got my webslinger in her hand. I need you to get it and then toss it to me. Can you do that?”
Eren watches Falco nod, turning back to grab his precious, precious web slinger and toss it up to him. He misses the first time. And then the second time. But on the third time, he aims just right, the magnetic latch sliding in and Eren webbing this stupid titan bitch right in the fucking eyes.
He swings down, lifting the metal mailbox from your legs as he lifts you into your arms, carrying you bridal style. He looks down at you - sweat coating your forehead and your eyes blinking closed. Falco’s at his side watching expectantly, his hand in his hair.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get you to a hospital right away, okay?”
He watches you nod in pain, crimson red blood running down the side of your leg.
“Spiderman. Can I come too?”
“Kid. That’s a stupid question. Climb on my back. We’ll take Y/N to the hospital, okay?”
He swings away as the cops close in, the female titan encasing in steam as he swings away. He taps into his earpiece.
“Someone watch what happens. See if she escapes through the steam somehow since she’ll definitely be back. And where’s the closest hospital?”
“King Street, Eren. Pieck should be working.”
“Got it, Armin. Thank you.”
He swings as fast as he can, trying to ignore Falco’s death grip on his neck and your eyes fluttering closed as he swings into Pieck’s open window.
A special edition to the Spider Gang (unofficially, of course) - Pieck is the best fucking asset in the world. A Nurse Practitioner he once saved from getting robbed, she’s now indebted to him entirely. And she’s also his Aunt Hange’s girlfriend - not that either of them know he’s Spiderman.
Not that he would ever ask her for anything personal, he just brings injured civilians caught in his crossfire to her so he can avoid the whole - Are you Spiderman? Do the webs come out of your holes? Can you swing me to work later?
He swings into her office, laying you flat on the gurney in the center of the room and setting Falco down on the couch nearby.
As soon as he settles Falco into the chair, he feels his spider sense tingle and spreads his hand behind his neck, catching the syringe Pieck threw at him before it could hit him. He turns his back, smirking at Pieck through his mask.
“Pieck-chan.”
“I’m calling the police, SpiderFuck.”
“Cmon. I saved your life, you know?”
“That was one time. You’ve almost got me fired three times over.”
“Cmon, cmon Pieck. This girl, I know her. Just help her out, yeah? She’s really sweet, y’know that?”
He watches Pieck divert her eyes past him, focusing on you writhing on the gurney. She sighs as she smacks Eren on the side of the head, reaching forward to attend to your leg.
“Get out of here, SpiderAss. They’ll be circling around the building any minute.”
Eren runs up, tackling Pieck in a hug, before she can protest and swings out the window.
-
You haul your black boot up the door, knocking on the door. You can see “Zoe” inscribed into the little call box, ensuring that you did find the correct apartment from the directory. You can hear a loud rustling behind the door and the door swings open. You’re met with Hange, Eren’s aunt.
“Hi. My name is Y/N. I attend Shiganshina High School. I’m a classmate of Eren’s, I was wondering if he was here.”
“Pieck. Pieck! THERE’S A GIRL HERE TO SEE HIM.”
Eren’s aunt drags you in by the wrists, taking the tin of brownies in your hand and setting it on the table, as they inspect you. Their eyes are glinting with excitement as they smile at you, teetering on their ankles as they talk.
“Do you like Eren? Oh, isn’t he just so nerdy and sweet, I just love him. Do you love him?”
A hand comes straight into Hange’s hair, yanking them back. You follow the line of vision, seeing that the hand belongs to Pieck. The nurse that Spiderman dropped you off to. Only more proof that you’re right.
Pieck leans straight into Hange’s frame, rolling her eyes at Hange as she starts talking to you.
“We were starting to worry about the kid. I thought he was impotent or something.”
“Oh! Uh, no-”
Hange leans over into your space, grabbing you by the shoulders.
“How do you know he’s not impotent? Oh, you two better be having safe sex or I swear to god.”
“No! Oh, no no, I swear it’s not-”
Hange keeps rambling to themselves as they walk around the kitchen, yanking Pieck along with them. Pieck glances to your side, mouthing the words “he’s upstairs” as you shoot her a grateful smile and you start lugging your boot up the stairs.
You knock on the door, voices muffled on the inside as you peak in. When you swing open the door, you find Connie, Eren, Jean, and Armin in a very strange position. The four of them are clearly playing Twister - Eren’s face near Jean’s ass and Connie’s hand right near Armin’s…dick.
“Uh. Hi guys.”
At the sound of your voice, they all quirk their heads towards you, so shocked at your presence that they all tumble on each other. You hear Hange screaming from the bottom of the stairs, her words making your cheeks turn red.
“Eren Yeager. You better not be having sex with that girl in my house!”
You watch Eren tangle out of the mess, rubbing the back of his neck as he screams back at Hange, slamming the door shut. He helps Armin and Jean up, before he turns back to you - his cheeks glowing pink.
“Hi Eren.”
“Hi Y/N. What are you doing here? Is your leg okay?”
You hold out the card, embellished in your sparkly pink stationery and hold it out to him. You bought him a gift card - to Joe’s, the coffee shop near the highschool. You’d seen him bring a half empty cup to class a few times and figured it would be the best gift.
You had to thank him. Because your leg put you out of commission for a week, you hadn’t been coming to school. And he sent you all the assignments (and the answer keys) while you were out. And made sure to tell all the clubs to keep their emails to themselves until you were back. And if you’re right, he’s the one who saved your life.
“This is for you. Thank you - for the homework and the emails. It helped a lot.”
You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, the skin soft and warm under your lips. Jean face plants on to the floor, Connie and Armin staring at you in shock.
“Right. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you guys. You’re Connie, Armin, and Jean?”
They all nod, awkwardly shaking their heads as they plant on to Eren’s futon, Eren joining them on the seat. You sit right on Eren’s bed, the sheets Jurassic Park themed, as you face them.
Here goes.
“I know your secret.”
“We know yours.”
Eren smacks Jean across the back of his head, signaling him to shut up.
“I thought about it. Really hard when I was in the hospital. You see, I really didn’t have much to do.”
You lay back on Eren’s bed, pin pointing each of them and what you discovered by the line they’re sitting in. Jean first.
“You know, one of the biggest mysteries about Spiderman is how he manages to get to casualties and robberies so fast. They’re usually reported through the police department, the intercoms only going through the radio.”
The four of them are twitching at your words, after you casually drop the word Spiderman specifically, as you continue.
“There was a radio that went missing a few weeks ago. Police Officer Kirstein lost the intercom on his way home from his shift. It was never recovered.”
Jean turns red at the implication, his knees shaking as he drops his eyes. You’re right. You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. Connie next.
“And you know, Spiderman has a very cool suit. Blue and red, specially stitched and special fabric clothes. I’ve thought long and hard about who could have designed it, but really there’s only one good designer in New York. Lisa Braus.”
You turn your eyes to Connie, whose awkwardly looking around the walls, at anywhere but you.
“Lisa Braus is Sasha Braus’s mother. You know, I’ve heard she can be coerced really easily, she really loves her daughter. I’m sure if you, Connie, gave Sasha say - a promise of a lifetime of free lunches from your parents restaurant - she could have given in and gotten her mom to make the costume. No questions asked.”
Connie wrings his hand around his neck, groaning as he leans back into the futon. Armin’s hands are splayed right across his thighs, surely rubbing the sweat off on his slacks.
“And the web-slingers. Ingenious design, really. There’s only one person who beat me out at the Tech-A-Thon in ninth grade. And it was you, Armin. They have your name written all over it - the design, the metrics. Though, you’re getting kind of sloppy. From the few seconds I looked at it, I think you can pack more webs if you lay them diagonally against the hardware instead of vertically.”
You watch the gears move in Armin’s head as he thinks over your suggestion, turning to Eren to shrug. And then you look at Eren, leaning his elbows on his knees as he looks at you.
“And you. You’re Spiderman. That day, when you saved me and Falco. You told him to be strong, like Kylo Ren. But you don’t know Falco like that. All you know is what I’ve told you And there’s no way Spiderman could have known that - unless you were Spiderman.”
He leans over, his green eyes glaring into yours.
“That’s all a coincidence, Y/N. Maybe you hit your head when you fell on that mailbox.”
You falter for a second. You can’t be wrong. You can’t be wrong because you’re sure of it. You’ve thought it over for the past few days and he has to be. He has to be Spiderman.
“How do you know it was a mailbox? Stop lying, Eren. I know it’s you.”
“No, you don’t-”
Eren stands up and you join him, getting closer to him as you keep talking, trying to convince him that you know.
“You-you took me to Pieck when I got hurt. And while Pieck is just a nurse and anyone would do it, you took me to her specifically. Because you know she’ll fix it. Not just because she’s a nurse who cares about healing people but if she tries to rat you out - you can tell her you’re Spiderman. She’ll defend you like no other because you’re basically her pseudo-kid.”
“You’re making things up, Y/N.”
“And the earpiece. You said “got it, Armin” when you were carrying me to the hospital. I’ve looked and looked. Armin Arlert is the only Armin in Brooklyn. It’s a pretty unique name. And I know if you’re Spiderman and he’s probably the first person you told. You’ve been best friends forever and-
“Y/N. Seriously-
“No, Eren. Because Spiderman called me sweetheart! And I called you sweetheart when you called me bae and you told Pieck that you knew me and that I was a sweet girl when you thought I couldn’t hear you.”
You place your hands on his shoulders, boring your eyes into yours as he looks at you.
“Eren. You’re Spiderman. And I would never, ever tell anyone.”
You watch as he drops his gaze, muttering under his breath.
“Got me all figured out, don’t you sweetheart?”
Eren settles back down on the couch, as Connie, Jean, and Armin start their protests.
“Eren, you can’t just go around telling people you’re fucking Spiderman.”
“You’re a vigilante. Do you know that? Her dad is the fucking police captain who wants your head on a stick.”
“Spider Gang is already way too big as it is. Your identity will get revealed if you keep being an idiot.”
You clear your throat, the four of them craning their heads to look at you. You look down awkwardly at your hands as you sit back down on Eren’s bed, rustling with your keys in your pocket.
“You guys told me a secret. I can tell you one too.”
Jean leans forward, rolling his eyes at you.
“He just admitted he was Spiderman, sweetheart. I don’t think anything compares to that.”
Eren brings his hand down in Jean’s hair and yanks hard.
“Don’t call her that.”
You yank your keys out, fumbling with them in your hands openly.
“You guys know about “I Stand With Spiderman”?”
Connie rolls his eyes, glaring at you.
“Obviously. Shit’s a fucking revolution at this point.”
“I started it. The pins and the spray art and telling everyone.”
You watch the four of them go slack jawed, for what feels like the tenth time today, staring you down. Armin speaks first this time, standing up to run his hand through his hair.
“You-you’re the Lions?”
“Yeah. It’s a stupid name, but-”
Jean cuts you off, nearly strangling you as he shakes your entire frame in his hands.
“That’s fucking impossible. Your dad is a bigger pig than mine and there’s no way in hell his fucking daughter is the one who started the thing that protects Eren every time he’s out there.”
“That’s just the point, Jean. I got mad at my dad. So I started it. I think Spiderman’s the best thing that happened in the community and I knew that people agreed with me. So I did what I knew how to do. Spray paint. Pins. The people.”
Eren stands up, yanking Jean off to grab your hands and lock his fingers with yours.
“The Lions?”
You clear your throat, explaining.
“Harry and Hermione are Gryffindors. And Gryffindors are lions.”
You can feel your cheeks turn pink - from Eren staring at you so close and holding your hands and Armin smiling at the two of you in your peripheral vision. You hold your keys up, dangling them between yours and Eren’s face, your shiny little Lego Harry Potter key chain making Eren’s eyes light up.
Eren lets go of your hands and starts rummaging through his drawers, looking for something. He pulls out a small black string. Her reaches up to push your loose hairs behind your ears, stringing the piece through your ear.
He taps on his own ear, speaking into the mic. His voice vibrates through your, a beaming smile on his face.
“Y/N. Welcome to Spider Gang.”
“That’s a really corny nickname, Eren. Could you really not come up with anything better?” you laugh, smiling at him.
“Says the girl who named a fucking revolution after Harry Potter.” Jean speaks up, glaring at you as he talks.
“Jean. Shut the fuck up.”
“Sorry, Eren.”
-
Eren’s swinging through the buildings, clutching the side of his thigh as he retreats back to his apartment.
Stupid fucking female titan. He’s been encountering her here and there - a total of six times now and he still has yet to understand what she’s doing.
She appears out of nowhere, in locations that have no thread of connection - the elementary school, the coffee shop on the block near the bodega, the botanical garden all the way out of Brooklyn.
He can’t figure it out. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t talk. No matter how many times he insults her for being a naked pervert, she still doesn’t break.
When he makes it back to his apartment, swinging into his room through the open window, he finds his spider team…down. Armin and Connie are sprawled on the ground, hair all messy and tiredness pressed on their faces as they pore over the new web-slinger designs. Jean’s on the computer, six empty cans of redbull on his desk as he pores over the footage, trying to figure out how she escaped.
And you. You’re sprawled on Eren’s dinosaur sheets, using the DNA samples he gave you as a pillow, lightly drooling onto the results. He reaches down, lifting your head gently as he places it back down onto a real pillow, as you mumble on in your sleep.
“Is she okay, Armin?”
“Ah. She might be taking her Spider Gang duties a little bit too seriously than the rest of us. That and she’s more busy - she’s still doing all of her class president and internship stuff on top of this.”
He sees you move in your sleep, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, as you focus in on your surroundings. The second you see Eren, the gash in his thigh, you jump up from the bed, scooting over to examine the gash.
“Eren. Are you okay? You’re okay, right? Because I think I might be on to something and you can get her next time. I-I think she goes to our school or maybe-”
Eren presses his hand to your knee as you take the seat next to him, leaning over to look at the gash.
“Guys. Can I talk to her alone please? And get my dinner from Pieck, there’s no way I can hide this from her.”
Armin, Connie, and Jean close the door behind him, leaving you to help Eren strip out of his suit. You’re trying your best to be gentle - pausing every time he hisses and groans in pain, lightly pulling the fabric out of the gash on his thigh.
After it’s off, you reach for the kit Jean stole from Pieck’s room, cleaning and bandaging the wound. You try your best to not focus on the fact that Eren’s just wears his boxers under the suit and he’s just wearing his boxers right now in front of you.
“Hey.”
“Hi Eren.”
“You know, you don’t have to take your Spider Gang duties so seriously. We’re all trying to figure out who she is and the bulk of it doesn’t have to fall on you.”
“Spider Gang is a stupid name. And yes, I do. They barely spend any time thinking about it - with Jean trying to push back on all the initiatives they’re putting into stop you and Connie and Armin trying to perfect your tech so you can last longer.”
“I last just fine. I just mean…you’re busy. Take a break, I don’t like seeing you guys all so worn out.”
You push hard on the wound on accident, Eren groaning in pain.
“Sorry. But we don’t like seeing you hurt Eren. You’re literally bleeding onto your futon right now and that’s not exactly a fun thing to see either.”
He tilts his head down, his eyes in front of yours.
“Worried about me, sweetheart?”
You feel your cheeks burn, placing your hand in his hair to move his head out of the way. You start placing the bandages over the mark, smoothing them out with your hands.
“Yes, Eren. Sue me. You’re fighting a crazy, perverted naked lady everyday. Arrest me if it’s so criminal to worry about you.”
Eren laughs as he places one of his hands around your face, angling your face up so you look at him. You’re glaring at him, which Eren only returns a soft smile to.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m Spiderman.”
“Yes. You’re Spiderman. Not God, Eren. You can get hurt. And you just did. And she’s crazy and-
Eren presses his hands around your waist, pulling you in his lap to sit on him. You’re careful not to rest your legs against his wound, your arms secured around his neck and his around your waist.
“Y/N. Are you scared of her?”
You can feel the tears burning in your eyes at the question, your heart dropping in your chest.
“Horrified, Eren. She-she knocked that mailbox onto my leg and had you in her hand and I just-I thought she was going to crush you and then Falco next. And I dream about it all the time, and it’s just- my leg still doesn’t feel the same and it hurts and-”
Eren tangles one of his hands around your neck, laying your face flat against his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. You’re crying - wet tears falling onto his neck as you rack sobs into his neck.
You’re not going to get hurt. You’re not going to get hurt because he’s Spiderman and he’s going to protect you. And there’s no point in him having any of this if you feel this way.
“You were really brave that day, Y/N. You and Falco.”
“Just Falco, Eren. You-you made him so brave, I feel like his confidence has been better lately and-”
“Even if you were petrified, you were still brave regardless. I’ve seen it happen - people freeze up in shock, freak out when they’re faced with things like this. But here you are, still fighting it, in the way that you can. You’re brave, sweetheart.”
You avoid the tingling in your chest at the nickname, his hands on yours, and his sweet, sweet voice in your ears.
He’s going to find that fucking female titan if it’s the last thing he does.
-
“Armin, what the fuck happened? Why did we just lose connection?”
The four of you - Armin, Connie, Jean, and you - are currently locked in the computer lab, six hours after the school closed. You had planned it all out, set a trap for the Female Titan underneath the school, so that Eren could catch her once and for all.
The problem? Eren just went underground. And he had been talking to you for the last twenty minutes. But you heard it, that loud, high-pitched feminine voice and then static in all four of your earpieces.
Armin’s smacking on his computer, Jean clicking through all the footage. All of the camera’s are still up and running, all but one on static. You stop Jean in his stead, as Armin and Connie smack on the computer, trying to fix the ear pieces.
“Wait, wait, Jean. Where is that?”
“Girls locker room. The volleyball team was there last.”
You lean over to Connie, opening his computer as you log into your accounts. Jean’s leaning over your chair, both of you hovering as you log into your administrative office account.
“What gives, Y/N?”
“Jean. The girl, female pervert whatever. She must have transformed in there and broke the camera. Whichever girl didn’t log in for practice today, since there’s no way that girl isn’t injured from the fight she had with Eren last night, has to be the girl we’re looking for. Attendance in class but not in practice.”
Armin, Jean, and Connie lean over your neck as you log into the account, loading the nursing record for today. And then you find it.
Annie Leonhart has requested a medical leave of absence for the week due to an extenuating injury. She may return to regular practice next week.
Signed Pieck Finger, N.P.
Armin all but falls out of his chair, quickly getting up to fix the computers.
“Shit shit shit shit shit.”
You grab his shoulder, basically strangling him as you ask. Because why the fuck is he so worried that Annie is the fucking female pervert?
“What’s wrong, Armin? Why are you so panicked?”
“Annie. She suspects that Eren is Spiderman. And she…she wants to know who he is for sure, she’s told me that before. And if she puts him into a corner, she’s going to expose him to the police.”
You feel your throat run dry as the tears start working their way up to your eyes, burning hot. No. Because they’re going to arrest Eren. Maybe even kill him and-
Connie drops his laptop straight onto the floor, his eyes weary as he looks up at the ceiling.
“What now, Connie?”
“Y/N. It-it’s Friday. Meaning, they’re resetting the plumbing for the weekend and-”
Armin speaks up next, racking his hands through his hair.
“Oh my god. The sink waters flooding in the tunnels. He’s done for.”
You grab Armin by the collar, the anger seething in your chest.
“Why is he done for? What’s wrong with the water, Armin?”
“The webs. We haven’t perfected them yet and they dissolve in water. And it’s not a big deal because it’s not raining yet but-”
Now you get it.
“He’s down there with no defenses. And Annie’s going to get him any second. And tell everyone who he is.”
Jean grabs you by the shoulders, shaking your head as he fixes your hair against your ears.
“Think. Think, Y/N. You must know something about how to turn it off - you sit through all those administrative board meetings and talk to every fucking faculty member at this school because you’re a goody two shoes. You must know something.”
And then you remember. The only way to turn off the water is to go down there, close off the pipes manually.
You leave the three of them in the computer leg and sprint on your bad leg, down to where you know Eren’s waiting for you.
-
Connie, Armin, and Jean find you an hour later. You’re in the tunnels, where they set their trap, with a huge gash on the side of your head and a very bruised and battered Eren in your hands. You’re crying hard, your hands soft on Eren’s hands trying to will him to wake up.
Connie and Jean loop their arms around Eren’s, prying him out of your arms to lift him out of the tunnels. Armin helps you up, supporting your bad leg.
“What happened, Y/N?”
“I got down here, Tried turning off all the pipes manually. Eren was still trying his best, climbing around when I got most of the pipes off. She delt a few good blows but I mentioned that I knew she’s Annie and she kind of….ran off. She wasn’t really trying to…expose him or anything but I feel like she was trying to get the tech.”
“You okay? I know she scares you and…”
“Yeah. I just-we have to take Eren to Pieck. We can’t fix him on our own-”
“No. No he wouldn’t want us to.”
“He can’t want anything if he’s dead.”
“He’s not dead.”
“You-you don’t know that. He’s not invincible just because he’s Spiderman, he-he’s just Eren. And he can get hurt and I don’t want him to die and-”
Armin wordlesly agrees to take Eren to Pieck, the five of you piling into Jean’s car. Eren’s next to you, still not awake with his head slackly leaned against your shoulders.
When you reach the apartment, Connie, Jean, and Armin task themselves with bringing Eren in as you explain to Hange and Pieck. You knock on the door, teary eyed to Hange and Pieck responding, worry in their eyes at the blood leaking down the side of your face.
Pieck reaches forward, lifting your face in her hands which you swat off.
“P-Pieck. H-Hange. It’s Eren and he…he’s not okay. Please just help him without asking anything, I don’t want him to die on us.”
Connie and Jean drag Eren in, lifting him onto the couch as Hange racks back sobs. You go to Hange’s side, squishing them in an embrace as Pieck gets to work, cursing under her breath as she goes on.
“Wake up, SpiderFuck. Of course, this dumbass bothering me for the past three months is our kid. I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch when you wake up, you know that? Stupid SpiderMotherfucker, I hate you-”
Pieck works around him, taking Hange from your arms as she leaves the two of you in the living room when she’s done. Connie, Jean, and Armin leave you with him - already working on figuring out where Annie went upstairs.
You take Eren’s hand in yours, squeezing tight as you whisper to him.
“Wake up. Wake up, Eren.”
No response.
“Come on. You can’t be serious. You-you’re Spiderman and you don’t get hurt and-”
No response.
“I….I can’t be brave without you, please be okay.”
No fucking response. You lay your forehead flat against the table as the sobs rack through you, Eren’s uneven breaths continuing on the table.
“Please, Eren. Come back to me.”
You feel a hand at the top of your hair, pressing down to the length of your neck. You look up to find Eren, weakly smiling at you as he winces. You sit up immediately, tears still streaming down to your neck, as you cup his face in your hands.
“Eren.”
“Quit crying, sweetheart. I’m Spiderman.”
You laugh through your sobs as you press yourself against his chest, hugging him as softly as you can. You can feel his hands on your back, jaggedly circlcing into the small of your back.
“Where are we?”
“Your house. Pieck fixed you up and-”
He sits up, groaning as he glares at you.
“Don’t tell me you told them that I was-”
“I had to, Eren. I thought you were dead and-”
“I wasn’t dead. I’m Spiderman!”
“Spiderman can die, Eren. And you didn’t fucking wake up.”
“I heal supernaturally fast. You should have given me a minute to come to.”
“The fact that you needed Pieck’s medical attention to come to right now, four hours after the fact, tells me that you weren’t fucking okay, Eren! And they don’t care and-”
“You think my aunt, Hange, who watched my parents fucking die in front of me doesn’t care that I risk my fucking life on the line everyday? They fucking care!”
“It’s not a big deal, they just want you to be okay and-”
“And what the fuck were you doing down in the tunnel? Don’t pretend like I don’t see that fucking gash on your pretty face and I’m just ignoring it right now.”
You can feel the anger seething in your chest and you really, really want to smack Eren right about now.
“We figured it out. Annie Leonhart, the girl from the soccer team, she’s the pervert titan. And she’s-she’s trying to expose you as Spiderman. Or maybe not, I don’t know. And the water tunnels were on and I know your webs dissolve in water and I just-”
“You just what? Thought you’d run down them and turn them off?”
“Yeah, asshole. For you.”
“You know the best part of Spider Gang. You’re the team in the chair. Do you understand what that means? You keep your ass in the chair and away from shit like this!”
“I can’t just sit by and do that.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I’m not Connie or Armin or Jean. I’m not just your friend who can sit by and let you get hurt. You’re-you’re not just”
“What am I then, huh?”
“You’re the guy I love. I can’t just fucking watch you bleed out from a tunnel and pretend it’s okay, Eren.”
You’re both panting, chests heaving from screaming so loudly. Eren closes the space between you, pressing his lips to yours as you melt under his touch. You can taste metal - surely from the cut on his lip - but you can also taste mint, definitely from the stupid pocket he made for Altoids in his suit. He’s smiling against your lips, leaning his weight on you as you rest your forehead against his.
“Guy you love, huh?”
“Shut up. When did you become so cocky, Eren?”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your burning cheeks into his shoulder as he laughs against your ears. The next questions genuine, his voice wavering when he asks.
“Do you only love me because I’m Spiderman, Y/N?”
“No. I love Spiderman because he gives Eren the confidence to talk to me. You…you’ve always been so shy and stand-offish with me since we were kids, I…kind of thought you hated me. But Jean told me, you’re just really awkward.”
“Remind me to kick Jean’s ass.”
“And…I always liked you. You know, we really didn’t need pictures of each of the clubs. I already took those during club registration at the beginning of the year. I just wanted an excuse to be around you and I think that’s technically an abuse of power but-”
He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours once again, leaning so hard on you that you both get knocked on the couch. You’re both laughing, smiling so hard that Hange and Pieck and the rest of Spider Gang comes down to find you two giggling on the couch.
Now that Eren’s sentient, Hange yells at him for three things. One. Being Spiderman. Two. Being a dumbass and getting hurt. Three. Attempting to have sex with this girl on the couch.
And then they ask if Eren should be taken to a vet, since he’s technically half spider.
The five of you corner Annie later that week. And she confesses it all - that she didn’t know when this power happened, or what came over her, or even what’s going on. And that she doesn’t want to expose Spiderman, she wanted the technology.
She wants to know what’s wrong with her. And she figured that if she knew who Spiderman was, if she could lure him out by stealing his tech, she can find the person who makes his tech and have them help her.
Eren extends his hand first. Promising that Spider Gang (a name that she snorts at) promises to help her figure it out and control it if she promises to not wreck havoc or drop mailboxes on your leg again. And she explains that she has no control when it comes over her, that she really doesn’t want to hurt people.
When Armin figures it out and when Annie can control it, she’s instated as the sixth member of SpiderGang. Eighth if you count Pieck and Hange.
And she doesn’t scare you. It’s nice to have another girl on the team. Especially one who hates “Spider Gang” as much as you. And it’s sweet to watch Armin and Annie bustle around each other, working on perfecting the tech.
And to watch Jean and Connie tease them. And to have Eren swing you around in New York and sneak into your bed every night and save lives all around the city.
-
Okay. Let’s do this one last time.
My name is Eren Jeager. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last six months, I’m the one and only Spiderman, equipped with a fully functional Spider Team. Officially dubbed, begrudingly, the Spider Gang.
Connie and Jean, codenames C-Man and Horseface (since using real names got me exposed the last time) are my surveillance team. Surveying out my enemies, making sure the cops don’t get to me - they’re important reconnaissance for each mission.
Armin and Annie, codenames Ocean Eyes and Pervert Lady (don’t ask). They’re my technical geniuses. Always redefining my tech, fixing up my webs to make them stronger, faster. There’s no Spiderman without Spidertech.
And Y/N, codename Sweetheart. My girl in the chair. And the one in my heart too. Not only does she figure out motives/identities/locations for every villain and plan out every attack before I do it, but she’s the main reason Spiderman even exists.
Why I fight so hard.
I have to keep Brooklyn safe for my girl.
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Trending Now! Beloved, international pop sensation was spotted getting hot and heavy with the lead vocalist of Devil's Paradise, Eren Jaeger, at an after-party, sparking rumors of a secret fling. The unlikely couple has yet to comment publicly on the status of their relationship, but their scandal-worthy PDA alone implies they must know each other very well.
Ha! That couldn’t be any further from the truth.
♡ pairings: rockstar!eren jaeger x popstar!female reader, eren jaeger x historia reiss
♡ content: ~7.2k word count. enemies-to-lovers, jealousy, suggestive themes, lots of explicit language (they like f-bombs sorry), slut shaming, mentions of alcohol. reader discretion advised.
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★ Chapter Four ★
One step forward, and a million steps back.
It felt like the world had started up again when the creative director clapped his hands, calling for a five-minute break. The resounding sound echoed through you as everyone began to buzz around like flies.
You blinked, hard, snapped from whatever trance you had to be in—the one that gave you that glossy, no-thoughts-behind-those-eyes look the camera loved.
You blinked again when an assistant shoved a hand in front of your face. He offered to help you to your feet, as you were still on the floor, looking more or less comparable to a prowling jungle cat. Or better yet, you felt like you had been spilled and splattered, just waiting for someone to come and clean you up.
You declined his hand, politely. He took you by the elbow anyway after one of your heels wobbled underneath you.
“I mean it: five minutes.” The director looked down at his wrist, checking a watch that wasn’t really there. “Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds now. Fifty-eight, fifty-seven—”
Cool silk hit your shoulders as another assistant draped a robe over you, pathetically thin for such a frigid studio. She even held the sleeves out for you, one at a time, ensuring you had to move as little as humanly possible, as if you were something made of glass. As if you would break.
You cinched the robe’s ties around your waist. When you finished, a water bottle landed in the palm of your right hand. The assistant that tossed it to you, the third one in the last thirty seconds, and reminded you to stay hydrated.
And yes, they were always this fussy over you. And when it came to photo shoots, they were always extra fussy. This one was for your upcoming single, so it had to be perfect.
Pieck was off by herself in the corner, her back turned to you. Curiously, you made your way over to her, cracking and twisting the bottle’s lid to take a sip as you went.
If you were to be honest, it was more than a sense of curiosity; the painfully optimistic part of you hoped she would allow you to have the rest of the day to yourself. It was your week of vocal rest, after all.
But, of course, there was never a break with Pieck. Even for those measly five minutes, you couldn’t power down your brain because you found her crouched over her iPad. Devil’s Paradise (Eren specifically) was on the screen. You could see it from feet away.
You had caught her doing this before, stalking the band like some obsessive fan girl. She called it studying, but you called it useless. ‘Eren is about as deep as a kiddie pool,’ you had told her. Shallow and superficial. Why try to keep digging when you could already see the bottom?
You let out a groan loud enough to catch her attention. “Can’t I go one day without seeing Eren’s stupid face?” Then you took another swig of water, felt it trickle its way down your throat, like it could wash the taste of his name off your tongue.
Pieck didn’t reply. She just returned to watching the live stream. You didn’t need to see her face to imagine her scowl vividly.
Devil’s Paradise, the band that came out of nowhere, the underdogs, who won their category’s Best Album Award, were now everywhere. You were sure this was the first of many, many performances they would have to do—tons of interviews, too.
Oh, the interviews. So. Many. Interviews.
Your eyes fell on Mikasa next, and your face softened. It was only slight, no greater than a flicker, because the camera soon panned to Eren beside her. She smiled brightly at him, and he returned it, looking just as sparkly. You tried to think if you’d ever seen him smile like that—that big—before. Only for the cameras, for your faux relationship, but you weren’t dumb enough to believe those flashy grins were genuine. But this smile was. It was the kind that made your eyes squint and your mouth open wide enough to let a laugh slip through your teeth; you could hear it when he sang. It bothered you.
“I don’t know how she’s friends with him,” you grunted, gesturing toward the screen. “Let alone how she puts up with him on the regular.”
Speaking of fan girls, there were more than plenty there. Cramped and piled atop one another, pushing and threatening to tip over the barrier around the stage just for the chance to touch Eren. You weren’t sure if it made you want to laugh or vomit in your mouth.
“All you do is complain about Eren.” Pieck looked at you from over her shoulder. “Eren this, Eren that. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were an old married couple.”
She knew that would get under your skin. Defensively, you sucked in a breath and complained, “Well, I don’t know why you have to watch this, and right now of all times.”
Simultaneously, you and Pieck said, “It’s literally my job.” She said the phrase all the time, and after the years spent together, she was easy enough to predict. Still, it made her huffy.
“Can’t you do it somewhere else?” You eased your voice. “Please.”
She opened her mouth to say ‘no,’ but before she could, your newest intern popped in. Pieck told you that partnering with a local college for an internship opportunity would look good for your image. Always with your image. But you could admit it was nice to have a fresh face around, even if her only job was to run and get your coffee.
“Levi Ackerman texted you,” she quietly interrupted.
You reluctantly flopped your hands in the air. “One day. Just one day. That’s all I ask.”
It was rather dramatic, and Pieck quickly consoled the frightened student. “It’s nothing you did.” She glowered at you. “She’s just in a mood. You can ignore her when she’s like this.”
Still hesitant, voice shaking—you almost felt bad about it—she briefly explained what you already knew. Eren had texted you last night requesting (demanding) the jacket you ‘stole’ because it was a rental. You were tired and brushed it off. But now, it was apparently Levi’s turn since it was his duty to return it, not Eren’s.
You waved it off with, “The jacket’s at my place, draped over the chair. You can’t miss it. It’s the only black thing there.” Otherwise, your living room was entirely white. Pristine.
“Oh, no,” Pieck interrupted, like she had another bright idea of hers locked, loaded, and ready to fire. “Don’t make the newbie do your dirty work.”
You wanted to correct her, but you couldn’t with said newbie standing right beside you.
“You should do it,” Pieck urged. “Maybe even post a photo of you two together or something. You know your name trends whenever you’re with him. It’s advertising for your new single.”
You grumbled, so low that it was practically incoherent, even to yourself. Just angry, childish noises.
“I thought you’d want to see your boyfriend.” Pieck’s urgent eyes jumped to the intern, then back to you. You were blowing your cover. The last thing you needed was for some college girl to go around spreading gossip and telling the world you were snotty to Eren. If anything, you’d prefer the opposite to leak. Maybe then you could finally dump him.
So, you smiled even though it physically hurt while you replied, “You’re right. It’s a nice excuse to spend some time with him.” You didn’t know which was worse, saying you wanted to see Eren or admitting Pieck was right. You sweetened the smile when you turned to the intern. “We’ve both just been so busy.”
She gave a wary smile of her own, but it was enough for you to believe she bought it. Pieck patted her back, then told her to run off before she could realize the truth: that you and Eren were not, in fact, dating, and it was more like you were uncordial acquaintances. At most.
In actuality—and this was something you’d never tell Pieck—the faux-lationship had been tolerable since the award show. You could at least hold a conversation, though limited to the same discussions you’d have with the stranger doing your nails. So—thoughtful pause—where did you say you were from? Oh, I have a friend from there. Like a toddler taking their first steps, it was fumbling and awkward, but you were still managing to get somewhere.
You returned home, pouted a bit because you desperately wanted to stay, then grabbed the jacket and tucked it beneath your arm. You hadn’t touched it since that night, after you slipped it from your shoulders and questioned why, in that moment, you wanted to take it with you. It was strange, like it didn’t belong, so you didn’t touch it.
You drove yourself to Eren’s place. You didn’t mind it, actually; not just the moment of solitude and silence, but the drive itself. You didn’t venture to this side of the city often. You had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. Ocean waves glimmered in streaks of sunlight. Lush greenery splattered the horizon with hues of summery pinks and yellows, every bloom fresh. And from Eren’s doorstep, there was only the wispy sound of palms tickling your ears. All of it stood in stark contrast to your life in the city.
You found his house easily enough thanks to Levi. He forwarded you the address, telling you he made sure the right people knew to expect you—at least, that was your interpretation of ‘no one should cause you any trouble.’ Which made it sound a whole lot like someone was going to cause you trouble, but you had a feeling Levi enjoyed being cryptic.
It was this loft-style home, constructed from stacked stone and clean, walnut-colored wood. When you said ‘loft-style,’ that didn’t mean it was small by any means, but it was still the right size for one. Frankly, you were shocked by it. You would have guessed he’d buy something more boastful after suddenly plunging head-first into fame.
You didn’t announce your arrival beforehand. You didn’t know you were supposed to. And as was the rightful consequence, Eren didn’t answer on your first knock. Or your second, for that matter.
“‘No one should cause you any trouble.’ Yeah, right,” you huffed.
The house had these giant windows on every wall, and still, you couldn’t peek inside because of their tint. Not that you were about to go through all that effort over a jacket.
When you knocked a third time, it was with the blunt of your fist. You waited out another impatient moment, then quickly realized that driving out here was useless. You couldn’t wait to tell Pieck that you were right.
Just before you turn away, a camera, smack in the center of the wall, caught your attention. You didn’t know how you missed it, but you debated going on as if you had, plopping the expensive jacket on the ground. After a pause, you decided to give Eren one last chance because you were a nice person. You pressed one of the buttons, then another, unsure of which would ring him.
The only thing you knew it did for certain was trigger a blinking red light, prompting you to ask, “Eren? Can you hear me?”
You announced yourself and displayed the jacket for the camera. Could he even see it? God, you felt silly. Frustrated, too. It seeped into your voice when you said, “I’m here with the jacket you needed so desperately.”
Finally, there was a sign of life.
“What?” It wasn’t accusatory, but disoriented. Eren’s voice sounded muffled through the microphone. Even so, you knew he was far too groggy for two o’clock in the afternoon. “Why are you here?”
“I said,” you stressed, “I have your jacket. The one you’ve been bothering me about. Tell me you haven’t forgotten already.”
“I didn’t mean you had to bring it, like, now.”
“Well, Levi did.” There was a long, long pause. “So, are you going to let me in?”
Eren didn’t reply. You couldn’t believe it—well, maybe you could, knowing him.
You darted a hand toward the button again. Before you could make contact, the quick swing of the door startled you. You jumped back as Eren made himself comfortable, leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed. You called him out for it.
“You look like crap.”
“I feel like it,” he replied, his voice as monotone as ever.
You believed him. Greeted by the afternoon sun, his fluttering eyes could hardly stay open. The feeling was almost visceral. Just by looking at him, you could practically feel a throbbing in your temples and the ‘I’m never drinking again’ wretch of your stomach. Thinking about it now, the last time you said those very words was the morning after you met Eren.
Still, he hadn’t snatched the jacket from you or slammed the door in your face (yet), so it couldn’t have been that awful. Perhaps you were a welcomed distraction to his wicked hangover.
“So,” you drawled, forcing the jacket into his hands, finally ridding yourself of the damn thing. “Here you go.”
Eren looked from the jacket to you.
“You really came all the way here just to give this back?” His eyebrow raised as he spoke. It matched the snide curl of his lip. “Huh. You ought to be more careful. Someone might get the impression you actually wanted to see me.”
“Good one,” you said, faking a laugh. “That definitely won’t be an issue.” You took a pace back, then another. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”
“You’re the one who begged me to let you in.”
You didn’t beg.
He caught you mid-spin, ready to flee down the steps and back to your car, off on your merry way.
“You don’t have to act shy about it. You’re allowed to check the place out, if you want. We are dating, after all.”
Sarcasm or not, you despised the sentence, and you definitely weren’t ‘acting.’ But despite how good it would feel to ignore him and strut back to your car, a part of you—a very, very small part—wanted to see the inside of his house, to learn what Eren Jaeger was about. Though you were already sure you had a pretty good idea.
Of course, you didn’t want to admit your curiosity; you couldn’t bear to say the words, ‘Sure, I’d like to come inside,’ let him hold the door open for you and everything. So after a short pause and a flagrant eye roll, you stepped past him, tossing back, “Maybe you’re the one who should be more careful. Someone might get the impression you actually like me.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” His face went dull again, so fast that you must have made up whatever brightness you thought was there. You frowned but continued inside anyway.
Eren excused himself to freshen up, and by that, you meant he said he’d be right back after you asked him if he had just woken up.
“Have you even brushed your teeth yet?” you playfully asked.
“No,” he said. Your nose wrinkled. “What? I wasn’t expecting company. I just told you: you woke me up.”
“You should really take that up with Levi then.”
Once you could no longer hear his footsteps, you used the brief interlude to poke your head around.
If you hadn’t seen the unweathered exterior, you would have thought the house was built years before it existed—walls with lots of character, black and white diner tile in the kitchen. Of course, like the outside, everything was crisp and brand new, down to every slick, black beam above your head.
It only made the punches of retro color bolder; you kept glancing over to the couch. Its pretty rust color caught your attention, the back of it neatly tufted though covered by a strewn shirt. None of the furniture appeared to be made within the last decade despite remaining in immaculate condition. Someone lacking a keen eye might glaze over it, but you recognized that none of this was easy to come by.
Both fittingly and stereotypically, Eren had some guitars displayed on the far wall. That was where he found you when he returned. You didn’t turn to look at him, only talking once you knew he was near.
“Do you actually write your own songs, or is that just another bullshit marking tactic?”
Eren chuckled. Despite the crunchy delivery, he could tell you searching for a legitimate answer. “Yes, I actually write them.”
“I wish I could do that,” you hummed. “My name’s always listed beside my co-writer, but really, I barely get any say. Maybe changing a word or two, but that’s it. That way, I can honestly say I helped, as if that even mattered.”
Was your team really that desperate to keep you in line? Eren couldn’t imagine that was something you requested—to sacrifice your income, your ownership to a co-writer… just to be called generic.
He had no idea what to say now.
Choosing to take the optimistic approach, he said, “Well, it seems to have worked out for you so far. I mean, you’ll probably perform at the Super Bowl someday, right?”
You laughed at that, no more than a huff through your nose. “Is that your measure of success?”
He shrugged innocently. “I mean…”
It was the definition a ten-year-old would give, but you supposed he had a point, even if it was rather boyish.
Whatever was happening between you right then was snuffed out. Silence ensued. You kept your eyes busying over the guitars to avoid the building tension.
Only when Eren spontaneously asked, “So, you don’t have a single song you’re passionate about? Or one that you’re proud of?” did you realize he was still stewing on your conversation.
“My dad always said passion projects were a waste of time,” you said, noting the wistfulness in your voice.
“Every one of our albums is a passion project.”
Your eyes flickered to him, thinking you had offended him and this was about to turn into another argument. He only continued.
“But I get it—the whole disappointed dad thing. My dad’s a doctor, so you can imagine how he felt when I told him I wanted to sing.” You chuckled a little at that. “But he gets it now, as much as he can. I’m not sure he would if I didn’t make something of myself. A parent’s love can be a bit conditional, can’t it?”
Eren’s words lingered in your mind. You tried to make sense of them, picking apart what he had shared with you and why. You let the sentiment hang heavy in the air. You didn’t allow it in. Your guard was as high as a watch tower, and you wouldn’t let him coax you into dropping it any time soon. You learned the hard way that he wasn’t the handle-with-care type. He liked to push his way in and mess up what wasn’t his. You bet he was also the guy who left hotel rooms in ruins, too, attributing it to his ‘rockstar lifestyle.’
You reached a hand toward one of the guitars, stopping short of touching it in case he was particular about them. When he didn’t stop you, you ran the tips of your fingers over the smooth wood.
He was still at your side when he asked, “Do you play?”
You didn’t know when he became such a conversationalist. After a longer than necessary pause, you decided to answer.
“More or less.”
Based on his pause, you realized your answer wasn’t going to cut it.
“I’ve been teaching myself. Only in my spare time, which, as you know, isn’t much.”
Before you even finished talking, Eren had started to take the guitar down from the wall.
“Show me what you can do.”
Your throat tightened. You scanned over his face. Once, then twice, and you couldn’t find any indication he was screwing with you.
You couldn’t remember the last time you even held a guitar; it had to be months ago. If Eren were to discover how rusty—no, how bad you were—he’d undoubtedly add it to his growing list of ways to embarrass you.
Your feet didn’t follow after him, but your eyes did. He made his way across the room, then expectantly turned to look at you.
“It’s fine. I couldn’t.” You were stumbling over your words, trying to think how to crawl out of this hole you had dug. “Besides, I’m not even supposed to be here. I should probably get—”
“Yeesh,” Eren remarked. “Do you always talk this much when you’re nervous?”
“I’m not nervous!” It was a half-lie. You stopped toying with your fingers and proved it to him (and yourself) by waltzing right on past him.
You sat on that pretty, vintage sofa—its fabric softer than you predicted—and waited for him to hand you the guitar. You didn’t let him lay the strap around your shoulder; you could manage that yourself.
“Good. Because it’s not like I’m gonna make fun of you.” He sounded just about as convincing as you did. A smirk dug into the corners of his cheeks. “Much.”
What did you say earlier?
Once you had adjusted the guitar comfortably in your lap, you slid your hand higher on the fretboard and felt the strings against the doughy tips of your fingers—a sensation you hadn’t experienced in a long while.
You looked up at Eren like you needed his permission. You stared at one another for a strange second, then eventually cleared your throat to ask, “What am I supposed to play?”
“I don’t know. Anything.”
That’s the problem—I don’t know ‘anything,’ at least not off the top of my head.
If your memory were a vault, you would have thought it had been raided and left barren, without even a penny left. Everything you had learned, everything you had taught yourself, vanished. You clammed up, the same way you did when someone asked about your favorite song or movie, and without fail, it was as if you had never consumed a piece of media in your life. How silly of you—able to sing for thousands upon thousands of people, but you couldn’t bring yourself to play the guitar in front of a single person.
You were shrinking by the second. Eren must have sensed it, too. You expected him to ridicule you, but he only added, “Just show me what notes you know.”
That brightness was back. The very same that you swore you saw earlier on his face, you now heard in his words. His voice lifted, like he had thrown in a dash of sugar to help the bitter, ho-humness go down easier. You wouldn’t call it gentle, he wasn’t capable of that, but he did seem genuine. Truthfully, he had seemed genuine—maybe authentic was a better word—from the moment you entered his house. You didn’t know how to feel now that you recognized it for what it was.
You sucked in a deep breath and told yourself you were only humoring him when you strummed a note. Another, too, as you learned the guitar, trying to remember how it was supposed to feel in your hands. It wasn’t like riding a bicycle, though; it felt entirely foreign.
Your discomfort bled through you and onto every note like ink to paper. Everything felt wrong, down to the way you held Eren’s guitar, as if you were afraid of it. The more rigid you were, the more delicate your touch, the worse it sounded.
Eren let his head fall to one side. “Okay, I know you can do better than that.”
Perhaps it was his attempt at encouraging you, but it had the opposite effect. Your face was stricken with heat, your voice bordering into the embarrassed, whiny territory when you admitted, “I’m scared I’m going to break it.”
“Why would it break?” He gave a short, disbelieving laugh. “C’mon, just play it.”
You brushed him off with a tiny ‘fine, fine’ and started to play what little you could recall. Then, surprisingly, it came back to you. Slowly, but it did—up until you tried to hit an F chord. You were actually trying this time, too, but it was less like a hit and more like a weak swing. Even when you were alone in your bedroom, you hadn’t nailed it yet, couldn’t get your fingers in the right spots, or make it sound right despite pressing down so hard it made your fingers sting. It would take time to build the finger dexterity and strength—time you didn’t have.
After another good try, Eren blurted out, “You have to do this,” like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He came in closer, not sitting on the couch but walking around the back of it. With eyes fixed on your hand placement, you didn’t need to look to know when he stood behind you, to feel it when he leaned in closer.
Eren touched you without an ounce of hesitation, no different than if he had done it a million times before. He took your hand into his and adjusted one of your fingers a little to the left. Then he wrapped his fingers over yours, pressing them down on the strings harder than you had. You didn’t feel it, as if your fingers were numb. In fact, it sort of felt like your entire body went numb.
“There,” Eren said. He didn’t take his hand off yours, maintaining the same amount of pressure as he instructed, “Now strum.”
It reminded you of when someone was so awful at dancing they’d have to stand on their partner’s shoes. But you did as you were told, and already it sounded cleaner than a moment ago. And the second time sounded even better. Eren’s hand was slow to leave yours, but when it did, the note still held.
Singing was second nature to you; you had done it since childhood. But learning a new skill as an adult was another beast. You couldn’t help but think how much better you’d be—how practicing would suck less—if you had someone to teach you. Just to help you jump through the beginner’s hurdles like this and get your feet off the ground.
Whatever! That didn’t matter now. You were delighted by the whole thing, so much so that you strummed and strummed, practicing your new riff as if Eren wasn’t there, not thinking anything of it when he came to sit by you. You were busy thinking about the guitar in your hands, how you wanted to spend the rest of the day with your guitar back home, if you could find it. You prayed it wasn’t Pieck texting you when you felt your phone buzz. You ignored it for now, already scheming ways you could sneak lessons into your schedule without her noticing.
You kept on playing, long after you thought you would. You went on, waiting for Eren to cut you off, but he never did. Once you realized you were still strumming away to your heart’s content, you finally stopped.
“That was better.” You heard the excitement growing in your voice. “That was totally better, right?”
Embarrassingly enough, Eren couldn’t give you an answer. And if you were to ask him what he was thinking about just then, he couldn’t tell you that either. He couldn’t remember a damn thing, not a note of it. He couldn’t even tell you if your finger placement was correct or not because your hand had already returned to your side.
A cold wave of panic rushed over him as he blanked on what to say. Whatever he told you besides ‘I don’t know’ would be a lie, so he just hoped he would say the right thing because he wasn’t sure what was going to come out, honestly.
“That was—that was good.”
His voice wavered, but you didn’t deem it worthy of another thought because you were too focused on your little win for the day. You couldn’t even suppress the grin on your face. That may have been the first compliment Eren had ever given you, if you were excluding the backhanded ones, which you were.
The thought skipped through your mind, and what followed was the same nausea you get on a rollercoaster, that whooshing feeling and all.
You couldn’t bear to look him in the face any longer, so you dropped your gaze and willed yourself calm. You tried to ignore how close the two of you were—how close you had been for some time now. You tried to look anywhere else, even tried not to be obvious about it, but you could only think of his knee against yours. You hadn’t noticed it before, and now it was the only thing you could feel.
When you met his eyes again, you found they were already staring back at you. You half expected him to pull back and crack some snide comment. You expected him to do anything besides the one thing you—way down deep inside you—really expected but couldn’t admit.
Your heart started to thump faster, louder, ringing in your ears. When your phone vibrated again, you didn’t hear it.
You couldn’t stand Eren. Everyone knew that already; you had drilled it into their heads dozens upon dozens of times. To even reiterate it now was redundant. But that didn’t cancel out your attraction to him. It didn’t work like that, unfortunately. You could deny it as much as you wanted—and you had at least three times in the last minute. Such passion-fueled emotions lived on the same spectrum. Both could exist at once, even if they were at odds with each other. Whether you liked it or not, lust wasn’t like a light switch; you couldn’t just flip it on and off whenever you wished—and yes, you were still working to accept that little, annoying fact.
Eren didn’t need to know that, though. He couldn’t because that would mean he won.
Why was it then that you couldn’t move or breathe? Why weren’t you recoiling back from him as if he were the pest you believed him to be? Your silence was deafening; you were sure it told him everything he needed to know.
Your brain was screaming at you, desperate to know what the hell you were doing, but your body—well, that was a completely different story. For once, the heat at the back of your neck was almost pleasant. It wasn’t fizzing with anger but burning a path down your spine. It kindled the crests of your cheeks with… excitement?
You gripped the neck of the guitar tighter.
Nothing about Eren had ever seemed so simple, but right then, he was. Simple and close and beautiful. No fuss, no antics, no bullshit. Just green eyes that melted from piercing to soft somewhere between when you picked up the guitar and now, you didn’t know when. Maybe that was him, beneath all his peacocking. The real Eren.
You went back to that night, when you first met. How could you not? You thought you had forgotten most of it (minus you-know-what), but you were flooded with the memory, the very same feeling eating away at you bit by bit.
It was different now; you weren’t rattling off sleazy flirts, and he wasn’t flexing, both literally and figuratively, but you could still feel the warmth of the firepit on your leg; how your suffocating dress and his hand on your thigh made your chest go tight. You could even remember how he tasted, the slurry of spirits on his breath. He’d taste different now, and you found yourself craving it without knowing it, yearning to discover what you had missed out on.
“Maybe you should get that,” Eren said, his voice all quiet now.
You blinked a few times, gathered yourself—blamed the concerning slip-up on your need for a vacation—but still had no clue as to what he was talking about. He must have read it on your face because you watched his eyes flit past you, to your buzzing phone. How long had it been doing that?
You swallowed down the thick feeling in your throat, only acknowledging Eren with a small nod before reaching for your phone behind you.
Mikasa had called; you just missed it. While you thought of a reason for her to call, you noticed she texted you a few times earlier. Big picture-wise, all of this was out of the ordinary but certainly not outlandish. But your opinion flipped, almost as quickly as your heart sank, when you saw a message from Jean—through Instagram. He wouldn’t have your phone number because, unlike Mikasa, if there was a reason for him to reach out to you, you couldn’t think of a single one.
You spent more time debating which to open first, the message from Mikasa or the one from Jean, than it would take to read them both. You went with Jean; it, understandably, piqued your interest more.
It was the wrong pick. The message only read, ‘Have you talked to Mikasa?’ Useless outside of sinking your heart even lower than before, like it had left your body entirely and splat on the floor.
Mikasa texted again. You swiped to open it.
You read her text chain backward, but out of convenience, you will recite them in chronological order:
Hey, is now a good time for me to call?
?
I need to tell you something important.
Insert missed call here.
Eren and Historia were out together last night. I thought you deserved to know, just in case it leaks.
Anger struck you like a shard of ice, leaving you frozen. You hadn’t flinched. You weren’t even sure if you had blinked yet. You just sat there, staring at your phone screen—Eren couldn’t see it from here. There was no need for a rash decision; you only needed a second to compose yourself before—
“What’s wrong?”
In any other circumstance, it would have been the polite question to raise. Two words, two syllables. That was all it took for you to snap.
Perhaps you should be grateful Eren was right beside you, within perfect strangling proximity. Screw your composure, it wasn’t the time for it. You might as well get the inevitable argument out of the way.
“What’s wrong?” you barked back. It teetered on a scoff or a laugh—something of the sort. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong like you don’t know. You were with Historia last night. People saw the two of you together.”
Eren got this brittle look on his face, his lips gone tight. Where you would expect him to lie, he only went silent. Somehow, that felt even worse. It was the coward’s way out.
You slithered out from beneath the strap and set the guitar on the cushion beside you. It didn’t need to become collateral damage. Unwilling to sit next to Eren for another second, you sprung to your feet and stood over him—looked down on him.
“One thing,” you seethed. “That was all I asked of you—”
Eren interrupted like the pedantic son of a bitch he was. “Technically, you asked two things of me.”
You continued as if it was nothing more than radio static. “You’re the reason I’m stuck in this mess, and you couldn’t be bothered to do this one tiny, little thing for me, could you?”
Then he laughed. He laughed!
“Because of me? You can’t be serious.” He sat himself a bit higher in his seat. He wouldn’t stand quite yet; he was trying to stay calmer, cooler, than you. It was another competition to him, but you could see through it. “I think we both know you were just as much a part of it as I was.”
You weren’t in the mood for splitting the blame, and you weren’t about to back down, either. He was the problem, not you. Right or not, you double-downed on your stance. You were emphatic about it, even as you paced around the room.
“If you weren’t you—if I had kissed anyone else—then it wouldn’t have mattered! I’m only here because I chose the worst possible person.”
Your logic was shaky at best, and Eren knew you knew it, too. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of something nonsensical. He took a long breath, then stood from the couch. He didn’t come any closer, and he talked to you with his hands, palms to the floor. It reminded you of a hostage negotiator.
“Look, no one important saw. It’s not like we were out at an event. It was just a party.” He spoke like a hostage negotiator, too. But as he said the words, something must have clicked in his head. His demeanor changed, his voice sharp. “You said it yourself, you know. ‘Just don’t get caught with her in public.’”
You made this sound, one you couldn’t describe, through clenched teeth. It was some combination of a groan and a shriek. An exasperated, fed-up sound, with your hands curled like you wanted to wring him out.
You both knew that wasn’t how you meant it. What you were talking about was just the two of them, in the privacy of their own homes. Anyone at that party could have snapped a photo and sold the story for who knows how much cash. It wasn’t that unbelievable, considering the obvious.
You didn’t like your words being used against you. No, not just that, but twisted and manipulated. Rules bent but not broken, all so Eren could weasel his way out of it. That wouldn’t be happening.
There was nothing left to say that would be productive, but you weren’t finished with him yet. You still had this little ball of hate in you, festering, and you wanted to spew it at him.
“Are you even listening?” Eren asked.
He was across the room from you, over by the couch. You dragged your eyes back to him. When you did, you noticed that shirt again. It meant something to you this time; no longer thrown over the couch out of laziness but evidence of last night. Had Historia torn it off him in the throes of passion as they stumbled off to his bedroom? Or did they just fuck right there, where you were sitting minutes before?
“That’s why you look like shit then—you were up fucking Historia all night.” You weren’t even there, but you were trying to piece the night together as if you were. “Is she still here?”
Eren glared at you with this dead look behind his eyes. You could practically hear him say, ‘You can’t be serious.’ He didn’t need to utter a word.
Eren dropped back to the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know why any of this matters. None of this is real.” He rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I want to be in this situation as much as you do. Believe me.”
Your jaw dropped. His lack of an answer said enough. But you wanted to hear him say it, so you repeated, “Is she still here?”
He didn’t lift his face from his hands, but it didn’t hide the mutter he gave under his breath. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He looked up, shook his head, and snorted like your question was ridiculous. “No, she’s not still here. She left last night.”
You sneered, “Fucked her, then kicked her out like the gentleman you are. That’ll really win her back, won’t it?”
Eren opened his mouth, presumably to defend himself, but he cut himself short. Then, to your surprise, his expression let up. And was that a smile you saw?
“Wait a minute.” He leaned in knowingly. “Are you jealous?”
You weren’t even going to entertain the thought. “No, I’m not fucking jealous!”
His eyebrow furrowed in delighted curiosity. “Really? Because it sort of seems like—”
“Stop trying to make this about you! I’m not jealous. I’m pissed off because you made a promise, then went and broke it. Now you can’t even apologize.”
How he spoke about this infuriated you. It was as if this was all just a big joke to him, like it was nothing to him—like you were nothing to him.
Eren sighed and stood up again. He took a few steps toward you before saying, “I’m sorry that I didn’t think a pinky promise actually meant something.” He looked pleased with himself, even crossed his arms. “Happy now?”
You wanted to yell back. Tell him how you would never go back on your word, even for someone as scummy as him. It wasn’t the pinky promise that mattered but the underlying mutual respect. Or lack thereof, you supposed. But to explain it to him would be futile. He wouldn’t understand, anyway. He wasn’t even worth the spent oxygen.
And there you had it: the Eren you remembered. The Eren you knew he was from the start.
“Well, you have your jacket back.” You barely had the voice to say it. You weren’t hurt. No, you wouldn’t let that happen. You just didn’t know what you were feeling, that was all. “There’s no reason for me to stay any longer.”
You wanted the last word. You at least deserved that, so you scampered out the door before Eren could say anything—before any tears could break your waterline.
Once you were back in your car, you were shaking in anger. It prickled through you like hot needles and made it hard to hold your phone still.
You indulged in social media as much as the next person, but you knew your limit, and you certainly knew where and what to avoid. Above all, you never read the comments on those exploitative, tabloid-y posts.
But you chose to throw yourself into the lion’s pit today. You needed to know what people were saying about Eren, about Historia—about you. You just had to.
Regarding the happy couple, there wasn’t anything new or egregious. You could sweat that off, at least. You only wished you could say the same about yourself.
You couldn’t even process what you were seeing because it only felt like a nightmare. All of these accounts, ones dedicated to Devil’s Paradise and Eren, his dumb face in profile picture after profile picture, relentlessly bashing you. It was all recent, too, within the day.
To think, this whole thing with Eren—the fake relationship, the fighting, the hurt—was to ‘save your image.’ To stop you from becoming the slut your team made you out to be. But you’d seen that word, amongst others, used against you more in the last few minutes than in your entire life. You saw enough to realize that none of this had been worth it.
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Hii! I was thinking female reader x Hange Zoe smut! Maybe reader is jealous and upset with hange seeming so invested in Pieck (you know cuz she's the cart titan). Hange starts to notice reader acting upset which leads to comfort sex. I dunno something cute and smutty
jealous reader & hange
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you sat alone in the courtyard watching the sunset, picking at your food. steak rice and water, the same thing as usual. you sat and thought, what drove me here? sitting alone with nothing but anger bubbling in my chest?
usually you’d be sitting with hange, listening to her ramble while you ate and nodded. a shiver ran through your body as the warm summer breeze went through you, bringing a few small flower petals aside your foot. you listened to the nighttime cicadas coming to life.
you were jealous, jealous of your lover’s friend, pieck. you didn’t trust their relationship, you were fine with hange having friends, but pieck made you feel something else. possessiveness. you weren’t possessive, or at least you thought you weren’t.
it’s been quite a while since hange and peick have been friends. about 3 months to be exact, it’s been 3 months since you’ve watched from afar with jealousy. you knew it was horrible for you to be jealous and to not have trust in hange but you couldn’t help it.
pieck had something that you didn’t have and that’s what hange liked about her. you’d watch how her face would light up when talking to her. you couldn’t help but think what would you have to do for her to appreciate you more, because you weren’t gonna just let this pass by like absolutely nothing. you’d wake up earlier to have an early start on looking even better, maybe that would’ve gotten her attention.
you’d wear your hair different ways , try to wear more pleasant clothes, you had even tried a little bit of makeup. there were times you’d even try to appear more provocative around hange. shoving your tits in her face or getting on all fours to pick something up, hoping she’d stare at your ass. she noticed it and would compliment you, but not in the way you wanted her to.
you started to become more jealous and bitter over it. you always told yourself that if hange wanted pieck that she would’ve already left you, so you were safe. but you still couldn’t help but hate her.
you’d look in your mirror before bed, mumbling and laughing to yourself “she’s not better than me, i have a whole lot more than her. im so much more desirable.” you’d then put your silky pink night gown on and go to sleep. sometimes crying yourself to slumber because of how much it pissed you off.
one day things were different though. the first time you saw them get super close, and most certainly the last. hange got super close to her, pulling her into a tight hug, jumping up and down.
you walked up with a smile inquiring about why she and pieck were so close like that.
“ive been begging her for weeks to let me experiment on her and the titan and she finally gave in! well kinda…” she smiled cheekily
she genuinely sounded so happy about it, you weren’t though.
you scanned them up and down with your eyes before turning around walking away. your finger nails digging into the flesh of your palm, fist clenching from the pure abhorrence.
that night hange came into your room, sitting next to you while you were laying down. she saw you were wearing another one of those lacy night gowns she knew you loved a lot. this one hugged your curves just the right way, it was a v neck as well, she stared at your cleavage while you were lying down.
she rubbed the side of your upper thigh “hey honey.”
“im not in the mood, go back to work.” you sighed turning around towards the opposite way of hange.
she slid her hands under the silk fabric rubbing your ass, “just what do i have to do to get under those cute panties.” she whispered
“stop talking to her.” you responded bluntly
you can feel her shocked face burning holes into your back.
“you know i can’t do that, she’s very vital to my studies.”
“then get out. m’ not gonna ask you again.”
you felt the weight of the bed lessen as she respected your wish and got off your bed.
you heard the door open and close as she took her exit.
and everyday after that you gave hange more of a slight attitude.
“look at what i read about today, isn’t it weird?”
“yup.” you looked away
“i found this for you at the store, do you like it?”
“it’s great” you say, not paying attention at all to the conflicting colors on the dress.
she noticed the complete change in your demeanor and assumed it might’ve still been because of pieck, so she tested the theory.
“i found this at the store, do you think pieck would like it?”
you turned from your vanity to look at the dress, it was very revealing. it was cute a pink, frilly, skimpy little dress. it pissed you off that she wanted her to wear something so… revealing. and you knew that she knew the dress was something of your fondness and that’s exactly why she asked.
and her theory was proven correct , because after you took in the view of the dress you turned around and threw your lipstick at her.
“the fucks wrong with you!? i was so right, you do have something for her! you probably have weird little fantasies about having sex with her titan or some shit! you might as well fuck her with how you’ve been acting! get out!” you yelled.
“ y/n hun, it’s not like that, you know i love you more than titans or anything im interested in, i put you before anything.” she stood up looking at you.
“oh my god, get. out.” you pushed her through the door and slammed it.
you heard her voice muffled through the oak door, “you know what, stay in there and cry about it. im not working myself up with your crazy little delusions.” she walked off
you sat back on your bed, you didn’t want hange to be right but you felt your lip tremble as your nails digged into your thighs. tears ran down your cheek as you tried not to think too hard about it. once again, you cried yourself to sleep. all i’ve done is sat and been pretty for her, all for her to get mad at me.
you woke up to the rhythm of knocks on your door. your head turned and you sat up as you saw your door open, hange walked in with a expressionless face. she walked and sat on the bed next to you.
“you’re not seriously jealous of her though, are you? you don’t actually believe i’d ever leave you if i had the choice? you’re the only woman i want to be with. i wouldn’t chose another woman over you on even my darkest of days.” she said rubbing your thigh with her palm.
you sniffled as she wiped the tears off your cheeks.
“you’re better than that y/n, you’re so-”
“you seem to enjoy yourself more around her.” you scoffed
“well im sorry that i get excited about that kinda stuff, but you still know i love you.” she picked up your face, your doe eyes glimmering from the still wet tears inside of your eyes.
she brought your lips closer to hers.
“tell me though y/n, do you think the things that i do to you pieck will never get to experience?”
you shook your head
“that’s what i thought.” her soft lips drifted over the goosebumps on your neck before biting your neck, sucking on your supple skin.
you let out a soft yelp clawing at her clothed back.
she nipped and sucked at you skin undressing you slowly and whispering sweet praises into your ear.
“i’ll never love anyone else like this.” she said, her fingers drifting to your panties. you stifle your moan, pushing her hand away.
she looks up at you through her glasses, pulling you hand away forcefully and bringing your underwear down.
“god you’ve been such a brat y/n, im just trying to show you how much i really do appreciate and love you.” she whispered softly into your ear.
she opened you legs staring at your glistening cunt kissing and licking at you.
“you’re so beautiful.” she speaks in between laps, “i love you so much.” her tongue flicks against your hardened bud as she shook her head in between your thighs, gripping them as though she were holding onto a cliff in which she was hanging off of. her tongue slipped inside of your hole, licking at the ridges and wetness brewing deep inside of you.
“i want you to sit on my face baby.” she muffled inside of you, vibrations in your cunt causing you to whimper and squeeze her head with your thighs.
“huh?” you looked at her tears clouding your vision.
she unlatched her mouth from your pussy, “ i said i want you on my face.” she layed on your soft duvet laying her head back onto the pillow. you turned your body and sat onto hange’s face not giving her a chance to breathe.
she started lapping vigorously at your sweet cunt nibbling on your folds. then she went back to sucking on your hardened clit.
god, hange loved having you atop her face. she loved staring down your body, listening to your whines and whimpers as she gave you princess treatment.
you placed your hands onto her shoulders riding her face as her tongue stuffed you and her nose bumped against your clit. the friction was a lot, your brain even foggier from the pleasure. you couldn’t even remember why you were on top of hange practically screaming her name.
hange’s brown hair was in between your fingers while you whimpered her name “oh god hange fuck” you mewled looking at her looking up at you. she drifted her hands up your gown pinching at your nipples.
you gasped from the feeling, eyes shut tight. you felt her mumbling into your cunt, probably about how much she cherished you. you felt how her thumb started to rub your bud faster, and how her tongue got thrusted and rubbed faster. you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm going faster. you looked down at hange who was looking up at you
“ m’ gonna cum han’ ” you whimpered gripping her hair tighter.
she gave you a a little nod setting you over edge as you came inside of her mouth. hange slurped up your cum, eating it like it was honey. you leaned forward catching your breath while hange slowly moved her face up from your cunt. she gasped for breath, “ i don’t love pieck like this, i would never eat her pussy and swallow her cum like i do you.” she kissed the inside of your thigh and the valley between your breasts.
“i… love… you too” you panted
her pretty lips pecked your cheeks, “ i won’t ever make you feel unappreciated again.” she layed her head in the crook of your neck.
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thinking about pieck after a long mission
pieck can never stand up straight without wincing after a longer deployment, always hunched over and fighting the instinctive urge to be on all fours. she can do it, she’ll walk properly, biting her tongue bloody as she does, always standing up-right in front of the eldian soldiers, she’ll put on a brave face in front of the parades welcoming the titan shifters homes. but porco is always nearby to catch her if she stumbles. it’s when the group finally gets inside the eldian warriors’ compound that she allows herself to relax, accepting zeke and porco’s help gratefully.
and when she finally sees you, standing further down the hallway, just out of view of the rest of the public? she practically shoves the boys away from her, stumbling the few feet into your arms and practically collapsing, an odd mixture of a hug and being used as a crutch. she shoves her face into your neck with a tired sigh and you can feel her eyes lashes fluttering against your neck. when you laugh, she bites down on the skin on your neck, merciless. at your yelp, she has the audacity to laugh, demanding that you take her to the physical therapist. you always do as she commands, pressing a long kiss to her hair, shifting so you take more of her weight and leading her through the winding halls of the compound, listening intently as she murmurs about her time away.
despite having a titan known for stamina, it’s her literal super power, pieck always manages to push it too far. it leaves you worried at the dark bruises under her eyes and lethargic movements. when she finally goes to sleep after a long deployment, truly sleep and not the quick naps during deployment that last less than a couple hours, she’s asleep for at least a full day. and you are, according to her, required to stay with her. she’ll latch onto you, grumbling and pulling you tighter to her when you try to escape. the only reason you get to leave is to get her food when she demands it, feeding the sleepy warrior fruits and sweets even though she can barely keep her eyes open. you press kisses to her lips between bites, heart swelling with the little giggles she gives.
when she is in her titan form, she gets hungrier much slower than normal. the titan isn’t her body, she hardly moves at all, never expanding much energy beyond mental. she doesn’t eat much on missions, it’s not necessary for her, she’s rather save it for her soldiers. but by the time she gets back, she misses eating food. so you gather all of her favorite foods, as much decaf coffee you can manage to get a hold of and prepare a feast for her. and the way her face lights up when she sees all of the baked goods and fruits spread across your dining table when you two finally make it to your guys’ quarters is always worth how much lighter your wallet feels. you both sit down to eat the muffins, the scones, the strawberries and apples, you warm up and assemble crepes for her. you love to watch her eat her food, smiling at the little grins she has when she eat something she likes, the hums of pure happiness. porco has told you more than once how much of a dope you look when you watch your girlfriend. when she eats her full, you usher her to the shower, packing up the leftovers for the morning, or whenever she demands more. you’re only given a few minutes before she’s yelling, calling you into the shower with her with a pout in her voice. and who are you to deny an eldian warrior?
pieck is a monster when she gets back from missions. once she’s finally cleared from her physical therapist, comfortably full and finally clean from an actual shower after months of rag washes, she’s all over you. she’s relentless, pressing heated kisses to your damp skin as you try to dry off from the shower, she could care less about the water still dripping down her pale skin, rivulets rolling down between her breasts. you try not to drool as you trace the water’s path. she pushes you out of the bathroom and onto the disheveled bed in your distraction, taking the towel from your hands and throwing it somewhere. she’s beautiful in the bedroom light, dark hair flowing loosely down her back, her skin unmarked and perfect and eyes black as night. she crawls over you with a smirk, dragging her tongue up your stomach, between your breasts eyes lidded as she stares up at you. she mouths at your neck, leaving marks to match the bite she’d given you earlier before she makes it to your ear, “show me just how much you missed me, darling,” before she’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
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Attack on Titan: Annie Leonhart, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Ymir, Christa Lenz, Hange Zoë, Hitch Dreyse, Yelena, Pieck
‼️ Fem Reader ‼️
[Scenario #3] You're a Titan Shifter
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Annie Leonhart: She was a Titan Shifter, so when the explosion came from you she instantly knew what was happening. After that realization, Levi used you and Hange experimented on you, but you were still shocked and scared since that day. Believing everyone you know thought of you as nothing but worthless space she took you under her wing, but to do that she needed to comfort you, in her own special way.
"It's not all bad," Annie said. "You don't know how much you can contribute to your own kind."
"They look at me as if I am a monster, my friends -- my own friends look at me with such HATRED I didn't chose to be this way!" You cried.
"Then join me," She said, her eyes hard.
"Why?"
"Because I am one of you."
Mikasa Ackerman: It was a shock to her as when it was to you, yes she knew Eren was a Titan Shifter as did everyone else, but she was the only one that knew your secret.
"Please," You plead. "I won't hurt anybody, don't tell him please."
She knew you were telling the truth, it hurt her deep down. "I won't."
You smiled. "Thank you, I didn't mean to be this way, it just happened. I-- I didn't hurt anyone, no one!"
"It's okay, I know you won't hurt anyone. I won't look at you any differently nor will anyone else, and if they do they won't for long."
Sasha Braus: She never seen you so frighten after all her time with you, your body was shaking and she went over to you.
"You saved us," She began.
"I'm one of them." You said.
"Yes, but you saved us, you are still apart of humanity and I wouldn't have any of that delicious bread if it weren't for you. So please don't give up."
"I. . . thank you."
Ymir: She saw you fall, the wall not able to catch you, and soon a lightening strike stroke down on your body. She knew what it meant, and arrived your Titan form in all its glory. She didn't expect you of all people to be one, but she wasn't complaining. When you turned back you were crying, holding yourself.
"Why are you crying?" She said. "Someone as cute as you shouldn't be crying."
"Leave me alone, Ymir."
"Come on, Y/N." She sat next to you. "How about we go do something together, to keep your mind off of things? Go around town, y'know?"
"Sure, that seems. . .fun."
Christa Lenz: She saw you in the arms of Hange, being dug out of the huge flesh of the Titan you shifted into. She was in relief you weren't hurt nor did you turn against humanity, but she didn t expect the damage it left you mentally whenever you show of your other form.
"Am I really apart of humanity?"
"What do you mean?"
"I. . .I'm a Titan the very thing that eats you without any mercy. Chasing you down until you are nothing but body parts."
She forwned. "You are still one of us, Y/N. You are still my. . .it doesn't matter you use that Titan for the good of humanity that shows a lot.
"You really think so?"
"Yes." She looked at you. "I know you."
Hange Zoë: She took you in after Levi's orders because of yhe very thing you were, a Titan shifter, another one added to her collection of experiments. She didn't expect to open up to her, the doubts and need for comfort.
"Hello!" She walked in. "Y/N?"
She saw you with a gloom look in your eyes. "Oh hello, Hange. Another test?"
"Not today," She cocked an eyebrow. "What's seems to be the matter?"
"Are you really sure, that I, should be alive? I can be a threat to you, something that can end you in a single second."
"Y/N," She smiled, lifting her goggles from her eyes. "You are a Titan Shifter, an amazing one in fact, but although what you said was true no one believes that you will."
"Levi--"
"Nor does Levi -- not even me. You are something that can help us better understand Titans just like Eren. And I like your company."
"Thanks."
"Mhm," She hummed.
Hitch Dreyse: The news spread like wildfire, hearing that Annie was one, but not someone like you was one as well. She went to find you, if you were even still alive, and you laid on the ground with your eyes closed and dirt on your clothes.
"Y/N?"
You looked at her terrified. "Hitch!"
You sat up, and looked down shamed. "I suppose you heard about me."
"Yes," She spoke. "But, it's okay."
"No! It's not okay! They all hate me!"
"Y/N," She frowned. "I don't hate you."
"You should be, I am those damn creatures! Those damn--"
She hugged you. "No, you are still the person I know, and that won't change. Not for a second."
"How do you know?"
"Gut instinct."
"Liar."
"Okay, okay," She smiled. "Because I know you just won't, Y/N. That's it."
Yelana: She was very fond of titans. When she finally saw you shift into your Titan form, she was mesmerized. She would be anything to protect you against those that want you dead for a reason alone: you're a titan shifter. She wouldn't treat you any different, but she would come to find out you can handle yourself quite well in any circumstance. She found that pleasing most of all.
"I don't care that you're a titan shifter. It won't change anything."
"Thank you, Yelena."
Pieck: She was a titan shifter, not the most attractive looking. She didn't want you to see like you had to hide it, the people around you were all shifters, but-- then again, the comfort was all you needed at the moment when coming to realization of your reality. She would show you how to control things.
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Are you a jab? 'Cause you got me hooked | Annie Leonhart x reader | Modern AU Boxing AU | +18
TW: +18, blood, boxing, fights, swearing, heights/weights mentioned, trauma, deja vu.
Shipp: Annie Leonhart x reader
Summary: You and Annie are both boxers, only Annie is from Marley Club and you are from Shiganshina Club, two clubs with the biggest and longest rivalry in the whole city. Once, you and Annie were both selected to fight for your clubs, and you lost because you had a traumatic deja vu. From that moment on, Annie had been curious about you.
Word count: +8500 words
Tw: +18
Clarifications:
Eren’s weight is made up by me, I didn’t find it, I invented it. So don’t worry about these tiny things and just have a good time.
English is not my first language, so sorry if there are typos/errors here.
Also, the measurement scales I use are not lbs or feet, so if you see anything that looks like an error, please let me know.
Interest picked? Let’s start then!
“Annie, your rival is another person now, Mikasa had a problem with her knee” the coach said to the blond-haired short woman.
She raised her eyebrows and made a “tsk” sound with her mouth. “I don’t care, I’ll beat the shit out of her, no matter who she is” she answered, but it bothered her a bit indeed, as she has a special hatred towards her predicted opponent. Since she started having fights with her the tall dark-haired woman could get on her nerves. So Leonhart was always up to fight her.
But, in any case, her rival was going to be someone from the Shiganshina Club, so pride and rivalry is involved there no matter how the person in the other color looks like.
Annie reflected then who will fight her as she wraps her wrists, which are already scarred from so many times she has done this, up to the knuckles with bandages. She didn't know so many girls there, apart from Mikasa, she have had met with Ymir and Historia out of the ring sometime. But Ymir was so tall to be her rival and the blond one was on another lower level. Then, as she put on her gloves, she remembers having seen a fight of Shiganshina vs Marley, Pieck was representing them. She was confronting a brown-haired loud girl called Sasha. She was 5’5 feet tall, and Pieck was 5’ feet tall; looking at the numbers, they were 13 cm apart, Sasha having the advantage. 13 cm is not far from 15 cm, the blue-eyed woman thinks. Would it be unfair? From head to toe. But is it possible in this shitty place?, totally; she thought just before the guest changing room.
It would be either Sasha or another person that she didn't know about, she thought, being blinded by the shot of light that was generated at the door of the room from which she had just exited.
“In the blue corner, The Female Titan of Marley… that has shown us so many times what she can do… 5’ feet tall, 119 lbs… ANNIE LEONHART!!!”
The blond woman started walking through the white smoke they fired for her entering in stage when she heard her name. She was pissed off by her nick, but, after all these years, she didn't care anymore. She advanced until the ring, which was opened by two young men, one on each side of hers. Leonhart entered without any repetitive movement between the ropes, followed by her technical team. She didn't have a characteristic entrance or anything like that, she just wanted to win. And fuck the crowd, she was not there to dance for them.
When the blond-haired one up on the ring made her way to her corner, already talking to her coach, one of the presenters introduced the Shinganshina’s fighter.
The crowd shut and silence dominated the place, white smoke mixed up with the air as the door of the changing room you were in was opened slowly.
"In the red corner, back from the State League, to which she was invited, with a bronze medal in her hands… The Shiganshina Club's new star is back strong and with no rest. Standing at 5’ 4 feet tall and weighing in at 132 lbs... Y/N Y/S!!!!"
Leonhart is impressed by the fact of the gained medal. She had also someones herself, but the State League was at a higher level, even surpassing her own. She respected you even though she didn’t know more than your name and some award thing.
You started walking with your eyes stuck in the ring, where your rival was. You knew all her data some minutes ago, as Mikasa’s knee started aching, and not being able to lift her body while she was doing her last-minute stress-killer practice.
This Annie was a few feet shorter than you, so you have the height advantage, which would allow you to fight to keep the distance you needed to land blows and stay on top of the situation, you analyzed.
You entered the ring doing this repetitive movement your idols had always done before waving and smiling at the crowd.
You were a proud one, Leonhart thought, let her land a hand on you and you’d know the future result here.
She was a lone wolf, you thought, as she was there without anyone more than her coaches and trainer.
Both of you let your coaches put your helmet on your head and say the last tips for each of you, offering you water and checking your clothes and the gloves were well-adjusted and in their place.
“You’ll do well, just throw the first one and you’ll not have any obstacles” Jean said to you. Maybe it was not the best one in terms of behavior, but he was a helpful friend when you were about to start a fight.
Finally, Levi, your coach, patted your two shoulders and gave you one last pat on the back. He always did that, let's say that his gestures are more than his words, and you were already used to it.
The ring sounded and, before you collided your gloves with your rival’s, simply out of mutual respect, you started to feel out the distance between your guard position and the other's face, to get used to each other's height and to analyze each other's fighting style on the fly, as you two have never competed before and this was not planned.
It was quite a challenge not knowing not only that you were going to fight in some minutes but also that you didn’t know your opponent at all. You knew data but at the last minute, so your senses are working at their highest to get to be the winner of the first assault for the sake of the final result and for taking Annie down psychologically in the process.
With some jabs and crosses thrown, you know that Annie goes all out and goes for the victory. That's her style. You had always admired that kind of style, even achieved it, but that doesn’t help much if it’s shown by your opponent.
You dodged a jab, but she feinted and the cross goes to the side you didn't expect. With you halfway to the sleep room she took the opportunity to land an uppercut. The referee put his arm between you two, before the blond could land several blows to your stomach that would have made you vomit blood, and does the 10 sec countdown on you.
While you were on that loop of nearly being unconscious, you centered your gaze on Annie, not seeing the referee’s hands counting along with his talk. She was adjusting her helmet giving you her back. Is something about her that intrigued you. But you didn't really know what it was. You didn't have time, by the way, your brain understood this when the referee got out of your way and you were facing the shorter girl.
Maybe because you were thinking about something other than that you were a bit dizzy, it helped you to dodge her first punch. It didn't matter now, you had to continue. You threw another one-two after reaching her right, leaving her unprotected on that side. Dizzy, she tried to stop you, throwing misdirected punches to your head that only annoyed you but you pivoted like never before in your life and pressed your abdomen to increase the speed of your movements and overcome her uncalculated defensive blows with a hook, now to the liver.
She arched her back and you continued hitting her where you could. Ribs, neck, jaw, head… Where you could before she could cover it. She ended up hugging you making it impossible for you to continue making points.
As you separated from her, you breathe heavily. That was great, you thought, if you could make another one like that or at least connect her some good hooks, this assault would be yours undoubtedly.
When she was back in front of you, you felt she was more aggressive, that’s not that normal when you had just landed a lot of blows on her. She had to be slower, she had to faint more, you thought dodging her in the best way you could. But she blew two good hits on your head. Because you were taller and the blows pushed you back, Annie didn't get to hit you with the uppercut. And thank goodness she didn't, you were sure that would have resulted in a knockout.
The referee gives you another ten seconds as you hit your head a bit trying to get back from the door of the sleep room, as you had one more minute ahead of fighting this Female Titan.
Then you noticed she was getting tired from all the blows he had thrown at you, so you took it slow, concentrated but cautious, waiting for at least 10 seconds to pass like this, breathing in and out. But that’s not like that, as you saw her gaze changing and her arms throwing them at you, her feet pivoting ceaselessly and her waist wasn't different.
You dodged, not concentrating on each one, but on your survival, to one side and the other. Right and left, right and left while blocking the majority of the ones that would hit you. She'd get tired, you thought, trying to not let your head get pushed so back, to not let her punch you without any defense.
Eventually, you striked back, hitting her liver sometimes before centering in her head. Annie covered it, and the crowd it's so loud you couldn't even breathe for air.
The ring sounded when you were nearly pushing her against the net, with a combination of at least 6 hits, not getting bothered by her hugging you trying to make you stop.
First round was over, you thought, already breathing and giving her your back for going slowly, step by step, to your corner, where your team had already setted a chair for you and your coach is gesturing you to sit.
He droped water in your helmet talking to you about the situation.
“That was great, this round is ours. Listen, for the next one you have to cover up more, she doesn’t just punch, she goes all out in every one of them, so be careful with that” oh, yeah, you know it well “I know you can handle it, okay?” you noded, trying to catch any piece of calm of the cold water now falling through your pressed hair.
But you could only think about her face. Her blue eyes combinating with her blond hair. You could think about Armin, Erwin or Nanaba… but it’s not the same.
She was pretty.
The moment you thought that you shook your head of that sentiment and continued to focus on Levi’s indications.
You noded another time as he put a hand on your shoulder and you felt another two on your back, probably from Nanaba, your second coach, and Erwin, who is always there for every fighter of Shiganshina Club.
Those hands on your back gave you the impulse to step into the ring again, hearing the sound that gave you the start of the second round.
You jumped a bit on your feet, trying to make yourself move again and to get rid of that stupid thought.
“You’d have won the last one, but this one’s mine” you heared her between tired breaths before she throws a good one-two at you, forgetting to collide gloves already.
You dodged it, but this is the easy part, and you knew it. Both of you exchanged blows in a row, so that both of you do not take a breath for a good few seconds.
God…
You thought, feeling your abdomen was going to explode from all the pressure you are putting in it to pivot every single time.
In one of those, Leonhart faints in the fastest way you’ve ever seen and gave you a good uppercut. You tried to recompose yourself by giving steps behind you, caring at the same time of her hits, dodging them the best you could. But the physical power you had isn’t as high as your mental one, so you felt dizzy and end up falling near fainting. But you fought to keep your brain focussed on moving your hands a lot inside the gloves and looking at the audience, reminding yourself that this is a great fight with a lot of expectation. That half of the people were there for you. And, finally, you looked at Erwin. He was the man who recruited you and who inspired you to continue in this every day.
The referee went to you, sitting you on the floor and asking you if you could continue.
“You okay?” he asked, kneeled in front of you, lifting your head “you can continue? Should I call the doctor?”
But you denied with your head and make the gesture of standing up, he noded at you and helped you get up. You heared the crowd screaming, cheering you to continue up.
You glanced a second to Erwin, Levi and Nanaba. They noded at you, decided; the blond-haired man raised his fist. You felt Annie’s glance on you but you chose to ignore it, you had to stay up right now. Anyway.
You spit down your throat.
Okay.
You’re good.
Just continue.
You have to.
You can…
Of course you can.
With that, you convinced your heart to continue, which tricked your brain to do so.
As every single time.
You can do it.
You breath.
You can do it.
The ring sounds, but you are already on guard.
Let 's go!
With that, you forgot it all and started throwing punches here, there and everything in between. You didn't care about tiredness anymore. You were here to battle. The three sets, nine minutes in total, as the regulation of amateurs, both male and female, mark, are a sprint to be done. And you were not falling behind.
You saw Leonhart surprised by your change of strategy. After all, she nearly left you in the sleep room seconds ago.
You didn't see it, because you were too focused on giving it all in every punch, but Levi, some meters behind you, was smiling sideways. He was proud that you got the gut to train such a strategy, and even use it in a fight.
That’s my girl, he thought.
Leonhart tried to escape these connections you are making but you don’t even cover up. She hits your liver, your sides, your head… But you just continued punching her and cornering her, ignoring the hits and the pain. Leonhart then gave up and went into you, hugging you so close that you didn't have space to hit her again. She had such a grip.
When you stoped, well, the referee stoped you, you felt her face on your chest before she separated from you. The blond looked up at you and you two look at each other for a second. You break the connection.
The referee gestured to you both to continue after giving the 10 seconds to the blue corner fighter while you got the air you couldn’t before.
Leonhart looked at you with suspicion, as if that part of you hadn't expected it.
A mix of punches and pivots was shown again in the ring. The public was cheering for you both. The lack of air. You couldn't think much in these moments, it’s just mechanics.
One two, try the cross. Nope. Another one two and then an uppercut.
It may seem repetitive, but up there was hella tiring.
Then, a technique that you couldn’t think about takes place. She pushed you in the shoulder, you got confused because she went straight to that, you weren't cornering her. You noticed how she moves her leg and found out what was going on. Only that you touched the ground before.
MUAY THAI, SERIOUSLY?
You thoughtbefore getting up and groaning. Thank goddess you practiced a bit of judo when you were little, courtesy of Nanaba, and knew how to handle a fall like that. The floor didn’t even rub your helmet.
Well, she had to do something, this round was going to be mine…
When the referee told you to continue, only for her eyes, you knew that she noticed your perfect judo fall. I mean, you even hit hard with your gloves, it was unconscious.
After that, you two faint more, it’s normal, you discovered more abilities from each other, with the cards already on the table, any of you could do something surprising.
And like this, the second round ended.
Well. Two falls… This one’s her’s… fuck
You literally threw yourself on the seat one of your technical team members placed for you. You breathed while Levi pours water between the helmet and your head. It seemed that your brain was going to freeze, but nothing felt better than this, honestly. You threw your head back, leaning on the padded corner.
“Here, drink too” Nanaba entered the ring and put the water bottle in your mouth.
Erwin massaged your shoulders a bit, showing his support.
“You did so good, Y/n. Great reaction to that one technique” Nanaba pointed out, on her fingers.
“Yeah” Levi signed “do you want more?” You noded as Nanaba put the bottle again in your mouth “hear me out” he put his hands on your thighs, talking right in front of you, as the crowd would distract your accelerated state. It functioned, you focused on him “We already know her card up her sleeve: Muay Thai mixed with knocks. That's done, you handled it so well, okay?” You noded again, too focused on not doing anything but relax, distension, and low your heart rate “You need to find a way to handle it. You can dodge down too, that would be exhausting, but I know you can do it; but you can also try and counter it with your judo knowledge. I don’t know how much you can put that card of yours on the table, but if you try, you know how it works…” he said.
“All or nothing” out of the excitement, you four said it at the same time.
Before the ring took place between the sound of the crowd for the third time in this fight, Erwin pated your shoulders and Nanaba dried you a bit. Levi noded at you before exiting the ring.
Yeah… At the end… All of it depends on me.
All or nothing…
All or nothing…
You repeated yourself, not knowing if you had the energy to persecute that “all” you all are talking about.
You breathed in and out glancing at your rival. That eyeing gave you courage.
You smiled sideways and frown, making your posture go down a little.
“All”… I’m going for you!
Not only you did think about it figuratively, but you moved forward decisively. An aura of positiveness and tireless energy covered you. "That's my Tn'' Levi thought to himself just before you went with everything against Leonhart after the ring sounds.
“Make a nice one!” Nanaba cheered for you.
Consider it done, Sir.
You smiled more through the helmet. Your rival is surprised by this energy you seemed to have, even before the fight.
Last round. Last two minutes. Just two. C’mon, you can do this, Yn. Nothing is decided yet!
You thought to yourself throwing the first one two. You continued until you hit her with an uppercut, her tiredness was felt as she as didn't cover herself after it, letting you attack in any way. First, a cross, then a down hook. And then one more. Two. Three. Four. Fi- the hand of the referee interfered and cuted you there.
You gave your back to them, you hit your own fists of emotion and lift them up. Seeing the audience screaming, crying, going crazy... These were the moments you live for, they didn't compare to any other you have had ever lived, after all. Gold. That's what they werefor you.
Normally, you would be surprised if your rival got up after this, but, after the Muay Thai technique, you weren't surprised by anything this Annie Leonhart did.
A good rival, no doubt about that.
And when you turned around, you saw what you’ve just thought. The referee gave her 10 seconds and Leonhart tried to help herself to get up with the net.
You jumped a bit again, throwing punches to the air. You didn't feel the tiredness nor the pain. You were in your 110% obsession state. You felt like you could eat the world just now.
Your favorite sensation.
C’mon, get up. I’ll make you fall again!
You smiled.
This was so good for your points.
When the countdown finished, you had the blond-haired right in front of you again.
This is mine.
You thought, as you remembered the analysis you did before this fight started. She was aching, so she’d fainted and dodged a lot. She was not going to attack without caring of the defense any time soon. So if you dominated the distance, you’d have this duel in your hand. You only had to keep her some centimeters away from her punch distance, as you could still hit there.
And it worked! For 30 seconds this strategy gained some good points for you, but as soon as she huged you and breathed a little bit, you knew from her eyes that you’d have to defend more now.
So you dodged and covered yourself. As if it were a guardian angel, your mind thought that Leonhart was going to use some technique of his specialty again. And, thanks to that, you were able to dodge it and counterattack with another sweep. You thoght fast, and a Ōuchi gari was the best option. You pretended to dodge and approached her to hug her and prevent her from pushing you, but you were the one who grabed her arm and shoulder and pusheed them sweeping one leg of hers with yours.
She tried to hold on to you, but she falled on the attempt.
You breathed.
YESS!
You heared your team cheer for you and the crowd filled the ambience with your name. You celebrated it by raising your arms.
You heared her cough and sign when she got up again after a 10 countdown.
The narrator said that there's only one minute left.
This is done. You are done.
You thoughtto yourself, convinced.
You two followed with jabs and crosses, you continued throwing some of them at her. One. Then two. And then three, four… There was no option to maintain the points, you only could look up at the highest you two can get.
You could see it in her face. It was going to be a knockout if you continued. You smiled excited, you had never did so.
But, in the last punch, your eyes connected with her’s. That blue eyes were now transparent. You could see fear in them. The time passed by so slow then. You could sense all your body in tension. Your abdomen, your waist, your feet and your fist. It was well-directed. Like every single one you connected. But something was off. Her eyes. Even though it was difficult to see them through the helmet, you were able to look directly into them. You know she was scared.
Oh…
For a second, your vision got you to that day. You saw a small girl. It was just like Leonhart. Blond, blue eyes, short… It was Historia. You were teaching her some simple movements, you were sparring with her. And you connected an under hook, like you are about to do now. A millisecond passed and you saw her on the floor, aching. She was crying.
A feeling of regret mixed with fear attacked you like poison, and it spreaded throughout your body, circulating like blood, paralyzing each one of your muscles.
No…! Not again!
You stoped in your pivoting, you saw Leonhart now, already on the floor, aching. But that was not what was happening, she dodged the last weak punch and gave a last-hope uppercut.
For her eyes, you knew it was desperate, but for the impact… you didn't feel anything. Nothing at all. Only relief. It was a strange sentiment as you were now falling back, with wind caressing your skin and a huge blow all over your body ended you.
It was a knockout.
.
.
.
“See it this way… at least it’s her first knockout. There’s always a first time” Nanaba tried to cheer up a bit the other coach and the trainer.
“I guess… But she has never feared them, so… I don’t know how this leaves your argument…” Erwin said as Levi remains silent.
You were hearing them, but you weren't seeing them. So you fought to open those eyes of yours. You saw you were laying on the floor, hearing Leonhart’s name being shouted from every direction.
“Hey… you good?” asked Levi softly but loud enough for you to listen, caressing your shoulder with his finger as Nanaba got your head out of the helmet.
You tried to get up but Erwin stoped you.
“Hey, hey, take it easy… You’ve been knocked out” he said looking down at you concerned.
“I’m…” you were trying to say okay but you ended up saying “dizzy” while you rubed your head, all wet and sweaty from the fight.
“Yeah… we know” Nanaba said, trying to dry your hair and forehead a little bit with a towel.
You breathed out calmly after what seemed a lot of time. You saw Eren, Ymir and Historia, the ones that were there today and Hange couldn’t stop before getting on the ring to see you. They saw you from there, worried.
“I’m fine, guys…” you said, making a reassuring gesture, trying to smile, but you were too dizzy. Historia couldn’t help but get your hand.
“You are clearly not, Y/n! You’ve received a knockout!” she screamed, you heared it even through the crowd’s noise. The Reiss hugged you, not caring a bit about all the sweat. She was kind of your apprentice, she looked up at you since she was little. So seeing you this hurt and dizzy hurted her a lot.
Ymir put a hand on her shoulder, and your coaches and trainer let them talk to you, as you were answering without much effort.
“She’ll be okay, Historia, she’s Y/n, after all” the tall girl said.
Next to you and your friends was the blue corner fighter standing up with the arm up by the referee. You couldn't see it from the floor, because Levi’s figure was covering your sight, but Leonhart was looking at you. It seems like she was looking down taking air, but she was indeed glaring at you.
The blond one was giving the final seconds of the fight a thought.
Why did she doubt?
Why did she flinch?
Was that fear in her eyes?
I was not the one hitting her…
Why?
Why?!
Why did she let me win?
It was a bittersweet victory, as Leonhart knew she didn’t deserve it. That if you have had continued with the blows, she would be the one knocked out.
And she couldn't stand that. She didn’t gain the victory. So… why did she win?
What the fuck meant that win then?
She was internally in rage. She couldn't stand a win like that.
But she didn't do anything. She let the referee lift her arm, her friends hug her and her coaches congratulate her.
Some minutes passed, and the public was now thinking about the next fight already.
Ironic, right?
You were left in the Paradis locker to get a shower and change yourself. You put the automatic, it was your house after all, you knew where all was located.
When you were done signing in the cold, nerve-restart shower, you get out of it and put on your rest clothes.
You let your sports shirt fall after it is over your shoulders and finished ordering everything. Out of nothing, someone knocked on the door.
“Uh… You can enter, i’m done” you said thinking it’s Historia again or some of your high level friends as Hange or Rico trying to cheer you up. But when you turned your head you found no less than Annie Leonhart, your rival in the blue corner.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, not daring her or something, just confused “this is the house’s locker room” you said.
“I know where the visitors’ one is, Y/s. I just wanted to talk to you” she said calmly, looking at you for the first time directly, without helmets on or the pressure of being rivals standing on the ring.
You got a moment to analyze her, looking at her from head to toe. Wet hair, gray sweatshirt, baggy sweatpants, shoes without a platform…
As it was a bit long, if she didn’t even take the time to dry her hair that was because the thing she wanted to talk about is important, you realized.
“So what’s up? Shouldn’t you be celebrating your victory with your team?” you asked, still feeling your eyes itch when you say your victory.
“Don’t say that, I don’t even want it if it’s this way” you heared the short one say.
“And you are an amateur? This is sport, you can win or lose in a second. Nothing is decided before the ring sounds. Sentimentalisms and morals don't count” you tryed to be mature about it, but even if you said this, she could feel your voice shaking a bit.
“It’s not about that, obviously I know what a knockout is!” she punched the door. You looked at her as that was what she asked for with that movement, your attention.
“So? What’s the point then?” At this point you only waneted to exit that room and cry on Levi’s lap.
“That you let me do it. Hit you, I mean. You let me. Why?” she explained herself, frowning and not even glancing anywhere but your eyes. She was upset about it.
“What are you saying? I didn’t let you”
“Yes, you did. I saw you. I saw it in your eyes, it was… doubt there… You could punch me right, but you didn’t, and then you stopped” she looked away looking for words. “Why?”
“What? I didn’t do what” you defended yourself. You would die instead of admitting you let a Marley fighter win.
“Don’t be a fool” she said going towards you “You flinched! You doubted! I saw you! Stop avoiding the question and answer me!” she took you by the shirt. She was angry. You let her do so.
“I couldn’t stand going on with that energy” you lied, it’s pretty obvious, but you couldn't think of something better in your exhausted state.
Leonhart doesn’t move, decided to make you split it up. Those big blue eyes are making you nervous.
“I, uh… okay…” you signed, nothing matters now, you lost, and she would not give up until you told her “I…” you looked her in the eyes again “you… I saw you were scared… I saw it in your eyes… and I… I just couldn’t do it, okay? I’m weak, that's all!” you said pushing her, quitting her grip on you and not looking at her surprised expression.
“You… are making fun of me?” she followed you, with a non-believing tone.
“I’m not. You asked me, I answered you. Now, can you leave?” you said, nearly bursting into tears. Saying it was kind of bringing it to reality. Admitting things was always hard for you, after all.
You didn't look at her, but you heared her leave with a quick step. You didn't know if your ears malfunctioned, but you swear you heard a sob.
Well, there was so much sound outside, so you didn't really know what you have heard.
When you are back with your team and friends, you noticed she’s no longer there.
[ ]
Some days passed, and you couldn't understand why she, of all your past rivals, made you doubt. Because obviously you have had seen that scared expression before, but you didn’t let the win go. You didn’t even pay attention to them. So why her?
You tryed to convince yourself that it had to be because of her similar traits with Historia, but you knew something didn't seem right there.
But there was no time to think about it , you had another great fight between the eternal rivals: Paradis and Marley; in Marley’s house this time. The contestants of this contest, if everything went well, were going to be Reiner, in the blue corner, and Eren, who defended the red one.
With Mikasa still treating that knee, Eren asked you to enter with him the ring. You were confused about why didn't he ask Armin. The long haired one told you that it’s because your vibes match better. In other words, you lifted his spirits more.
Some minutes before you were cheering him and helping him to put on his entering suit.
“You have reached a lot this months. Go there and show it to all of them. Reiner is no longer someone you have to see up, it’s on the same level as you, understood?” you said giving pats on his chest.
He smiled proudly “I didn’t mess up asking you to be here with me” he sayd, as a thank you.
You smiled. “Let’s go” you said as you all heared the narrator introducing him.
“In the red corner, the heavyweight of Paradis, The Attack Titan, only surpassed by his own trainer, comes from a defeat, the strongest way that anyone has ever returned to the ring in all history" he took a breath "At 21 years old, 6 feet tall and 176 lbs in weight... With you all tonight: EREN JAEGER!”
You let him, Levi and Hange enter, and steped in behind along with Erwin. You two looked at each other. That small glance only could mean something: this is our revenge, we are gonna win this one.
Eren waved at everyone and hited his own fists after taking off his entering-in-stage clothes.
You put a hand on his shoulder looking at the Marley’s locker room just before their fighter presentation began.
“In the blue corner, right back from an injury in the arm, he’s called by The Armored Titan… by friends… and enemies…” he paused before continuing “With 21 years old too, 182 lbs of weight and 6 feet with 2 inches... REINER BROWN!” as soon as he announced the young man’s name, he entered the stage.
“And, in a few moments, ladies and gentlemen, we will witness a fight as epic as it is long-awaited... The Attack Titan vs The Armored Titan!” the narrator continued talking about their life a bit while they are preparing to fight each other.
You lightly slaped the cheeks of Paradis' fighter "Ready?" you asked him with a decided face.
“Yes, I’m gonna beat his ass” he sayd excitedly, already giving small jumps.
“Let’s go then, attack with all. Always” you cheered him, leaving the ring just because Hange was pulling you out of it.
While you were stepping outside, you see the short blonde from the other day sideways through the audience. You looked the other way when you see that she was staring at you too.
You sat up next to Mikasa, ready to see a good fight between these heavyweights.
The ring sounds and the two fighters collided their gloves peacefully, ready to start pivoting and hitting.
They started throwing some jabs to each other. These were the first seconds, so they were warming up and getting used to the height of each other.
Eren was the first one that got to hit a good up hook, and tried to connect it with more hits, but Reiner recovered from it fast and threw a one two to the shorter one. Eren received it, and Reiner gived him another uppercut.
“Fuck…” you said, concentrated in the match trated in the fight, not really caring about the glance of the blond still on you for some reason she didn't even understand herself.
The two of the heavyweights men moved from side to side, from left to right, dodging the most hits as possible while throwing them at the same time. With all his concentration turned on, Eren gave him another uppercut, his best movement, and connected it with another direct jab and a down hook. Reiner felt his head fall behind, but he recomposed himself. He was not called The Armored Titan for nothing.
The taller fighter continued playing on the defensive side, while Paradis’ Eren striked connected blows. First a one two, an uppercut and then a good down hook. Even if Reiner is the Armored Titan, Eren was still the Attack one.
This looks like it's going to be a close one
“That was a good one, Eren” you congratulated him as he celebrates it marking his arm muscles in a manly motion while Reiner had the referee right in front of him counting him the 10 seconds countdown.
In this moment, you remembered all the 10 seconds countdowns your fight had. You were the one doing some of them, you picture the referee in the same position and the crowd cheering for you both. So you looked up at Leonhart in the public. You were not seeking anything in particular, you just had the urge to do so. To see her.
And there she was, looking at her fellow fighter, calm and serious as always. With her hair tighted in a bun and silent. Making contrast between the hectic and noisy crowd.
The fight continued and the blond one was ready to cover himself up and defend with all his force. And the one in the red corner wasn’t different, ready to attack with all the rage.
Eren forced a good hat trick of blows which Reiner could merely defend. The first one brayd, so the other took advantage of those seconds and attacked with a one two trying to connect it with a cross. But he couldn’t, since Eren covered himself first. Then the blond tried to hit a cross by the other side, this time the other received a bit of the force of the impact. This made his head fall a bit behind, but recovers easily and feints a little bit. Feints that didn’t help him as he got hitted with a jab and an uppercut.
Eren took some seconds to recover, but as he seemed dizzy, the referee stoped Reiner and gave the red corner fighter 10 seconds. When the fight continued, Eren changes the strategy. Analyzing the last blows between him and his rival, realized that, if he could connect more, he wouldn’t be cornered that easily. So that’s what he did. He feinted, hits included, and pivoted more as he dodged the tries to do a jab-cross from Reiner. Then, after some feints, he threw a force punch that hit right in Reiner’s jaw. From there, he continued connecting more force hits as he cornered his rival.
The ring sounded and the referee had to get in the way of the Attack Titan.
One of the technicians put a metalic chair on his corner to sit on it, as well as the other corner did; and the coaches and the trainer standed on the ring. They gave him water and tips they saw he could use to defeat his rival.
“I’m going quickly to get a drink” you said to Mikasa, who was on your right.
“Ah, I'm going with you too” replied Jean on another chair.
“But hurry!” the dark-haired woman warned you two.
“Yeah, yeah” Jean said as he sighed.
“Yes, mum” you responded, pulling your head to the side playfully.
You two went ahead and pour some drinks in two plastic glasses.
“Hey” you heared a soft but strong voice on your left, when Jean was in the opposite corner of the table.
You turned around, surprised to see the blond-haired woman of the fight the other day you two fought.
“Hm! Hey there, came here to see the fight of the heavy weights, uh? Pretty… interesting fight” your friendly and composed vibe falled around when your eyes connect with her’s.
Annie wasn’t frowning or mad, or even staring aggressively into you; but her glare was a bit… unusual. Kinda surprised. You didn’t really know how to describe it. But god, she had a very strong eyeing that madr you stupidly nervous.
She noticed this, and tried to pull out a more soft glare, but didn’t do much at all. You signed, recomposing yourself.
“Yeah, indeed, they are really good. Both of them” Leonhart said.
“Hm” not knowing how to continue, you started to serve yourself with some low-calorie juice you really liked and noticed the girl didn’t move from her spot “Uh, you want some?”
“…Yes” she said, not convinced.
“Then let me serve you” you said, as was natural that you just did those tiny things for people. You put your plastic vase near the dispenser and pushed the button to the juice to spill out of the machine.
“Hey, idiot, aren’t you done already?” murmured Jean coming to you two.
“Umm, near. I’m taking it for her” you leaned back a bit, letting him view the girl that you were covering from his sight.
“Uh, ok. Eh? Aren’t you from Marley. The one that fought with Yn last week?” he realized.
“Yeah, she is” you commented, giving her the drink “Here it is”
“Thanks” she said with a low tone, that sounded different to the other interactions you had or heard about her.
You heard the song BOXER by Stray Kids being played. And, somehow, it gave you the courage to say “I'm staying here, go with the others”.
Annie was nervous for no reason about you leaving since she sensed in her hands the warmth of yours the second you two rubbed them as you gave her the glass.
For a brief moment, Jean looked confused at you, but, even if it was strange in him being friendly, or even chill, with rivals of other clubs, he took the hint and left you, not without a tiny wink.
“The night is your’s, ladies” he joked.
“Shut up” you said.
It was true. It was true for the moment you saw the blond-haired short woman for the first time in the court, no less. She was stunning in every sense, but also worried for no reason and strangely nice with you. You just couldn’t lose the opportunity. Analyzing it, if she was really just being kind to you with really no reason at all, that would end there. And you two probably never talk to each other again, or fight, as Mikasa was coming back in a week or two, just for the next competition between clubs.
But, if not, if she really was into you, and you did nothing but ignore your growing feelings for her, the future would be the same as, knowing her type of personality and interaction with others, she would feel dumb, back off and just not talk to you any more. And you didn’t want that. Not at all.
You smiled, even if it was for a moment you knew this night was gonna be fun, awkwardly fun.
“So… who do you want to win?” you said, noticing the stupidity of the question the second you spell it off “Uh, yeah, quite obvious, uh? Reiner, the Marley’s” you laugh at yourself, not daring looking down to her.
“Yeah” out of nothing, even your calculations, she laughed. Annie just laughed. Annie, the cold Marley’s fighter, had laughed at one thing you said.
Imposible
You thought, but it happened. And it made you look at her, her face itching to give you a radiant smile, full of laughter and eyes closed in total harmony. You swore you could see her laugh all day long.
Totally out of any perception of your reality at that moment, the second round started. Sweat running their tensed bodies, jabs being thrown every ten seconds and two big weights contesting the fight of the day.
“You know” out of your calculations, another time, she said “The other night, I’m still curious about that flinch of yours” almost doubting, Annie pulled out the question.
You sign, eyes down to your drink, cupping it between your hands. This made you lose the look the blond gave you, worried about have fucked it up. But, you got her unexpected too “Christa. You know, one of my club. The short one that’s always with Ymir”
“Yeah… what's up with her?” curious, she questioned.
You didn’t even know why, but you explained that to a Marley fighter. No, not to a Marley fighter. To Annie, who still was it, but she was now more than that.
“So, I don’t know if it was the physique or what, but … I had kind of a deja vu” you sighed in your story “You know, sometimes I ask myself if I’m really made for this… world” looking up to the fight before you “Sometimes it’s just so, I don’t know, violent…”until you felt too exposed and back it off “You might wanna laugh at me now, a boxer having fear to box, how ironic, uh?” you say, covering the tears with a masked smile you know really well from years of practice, adding a small laugh.
But when you looked at her, you knew your actuation was not necessary anymore.
“No, it’s not a silly thing” the blond-haired said seriously “It’s quite normal, indeed. Sometimes, even I, feel that doubt” you looked at her astonished. That made her look down at her feet “The aggressivity of our hits, the pain we can cause, the, even, careers or lives we could end in a two minutes round. It’s huge” says in a breath ”And the weight on our shoulders depends on it, as well as our reputation, the discipline and eagerness we put in each training each day. It’s really overwhelming. So don’t feel weak for that, because you are quite the opposite. You are strong, Yn” she said, clapping your back with her hand.
You wanted to cry, lay in her arms, have a life with her by your side. The feelings were overwhelming. You were told that other times, yeah, by Eren, Mikasa or, even, Ymir; but Annie. Her saying it was different. It was not about validation or acknowledgement, it was something about her. Talking to you. Making you feel proud of yourself because of your own gains, not done to praise her or anything. Just the “you” for the “you”. And that was golden. It really was.
You showed a bitter-sweet smile, without looking up again ”Thanks. I’m gonna spin it up a couple of times in my head though” you said, finally free to take your chin up, looking at the gym, at the crowd and at the night itself, showing her reality, your reality of it, right there.
“Good. That question is worth answering it from time to time” and after some seconds, she added in a joking manner”And when I say strong, I don’t mean only physically”
She gave you a slight punch on the triceps. You laughed, it was cute seeing her like this.
”You too, you too”
The ambience became more calm and collected. You two were happy with the other’s presence. You two have been exchanging looks from time to time during the third round until the party moved on to a disco. At the end of the day, you were all humans, and if Eren and Reiner could have a beer together after literally fighting to death, you all could.
However, Annie stayed near you the whole time. It was like an artwork. You could never get tired of seeing and wanting to review every part of her, just to never paint a drawing that could equal the feeling she made you experiment. It was just impossible, and you liked it that way.
“Hey… you know you are too pretty” you said in one of these watching expeditions that interested you more than the actual combat.
For a brief moment you saw her smile drawn in her face, just to be turned to the other side, take air and finally face you, her hand on the table.
“It may be irrational, but I do think the same for you. Normally I do not see the others that way, I just don’t care”
“It’s not supposed to be rational, is it? Neither normative or sound possible” you replied, getting closer to her.
“You know, you have really flaming eyes, and that I like that so much about you” Annie took another step, in that moment, your bodies were nearly brushing to each other. And the height difference was really noticeable at this point. But you two only thought it was so cute.
“You do?” you said, taking a strand of her golden, perfect hair behind her ear.
“Mhmmh”she mumbled.
You two looked so close, and you didn’t want it to be far. The song was oblivious, just a rhythm your head was accustomed to, the others screaming and fighting a bit, outer noise; you were there, Annie before you, with only a thing in your minds.
You leaned over her and your lips touching made an electric current go all the way through your senses as well as your body. Her lips were soft but rough, a combination that suited her very well. Your bones filled with waves of fire and your soul being sieged by flames of water, touching your every muscle and bursting every one of your cognitive connections. It was like each part of that dead star that made your body functioning alone all this time was lighted up and finally made its way to the eruption.
You’ve been locked in here forever
And you just can’t say goodbye
Your lips, my lips
APOCALYPSE
Your lips, my lips
APOCALYPSE
Go and sneak us through the rivers
Flood is rising up on your knees
Oh, please
Come out and haunt me
I know you want me
Come out and haunt me
You smiled, recognizing the lyrics, Cigarettes After Sex made its appearance just in time.
“Are you an uppercut? Cause you got me hooked” you joked, making her laugh.
Annie was astonished, even if she kissed you, even if she came to that snacks and drinks table just to talk to you, even if she worried that much that, the first time she saw you flinch, she runned to watch out for you, she haven’t had thought you would mean this much to her. Even if her own heart was screaming it at your very first sight. But, with this kiss, she knew it, she knew she didn’t want to kiss anyone but you the rest of her life.
“So… wanna go for a drink and kiss in the most embarrassing moments of songs?” you asked, laughing softly.
“I couldn’t want it more” she answered, a smile printed on her face, caressing your cheek before getting on her toes and giving you a soft kiss. The brush felt like heaven down at the earth, she surely was just like magic.
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I also posted this on AO3 :D Link Below. Thanks for reading, hope you like it as I liked to write it.
Are you a jab? 'Cause you got me hooked | Annie Leonhart x reader | Modern AU Boxing AU | +18 - Tonks21 - Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan [Archive of Our Own]
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