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𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞- 𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Iida, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochaco, Asui, Mirio, Amajiki, Aizawa, Hawks, All Might, Dabi, Twice, Compress, Shiguraki ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Todoroki, Asui, Amajiki, Aizawa, Shiguraki

You’d asked. It wasn't for lack of affection on their part; they're just more of a homebody than anything—they're completely happy just being near you and not doing much beyond coexisting. Still, it's nice to go out once in a while. You promised it wouldn't be much; neither of you were big on restaurants or amusement parks. Instead, you went on a night walk—just the two of you under the stars, hand in hand. It was sweet and personal, perfect for the both of you.

Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Iida, Momo, Mina, Mirio, All Might, Compress

You had a date night set up each week—as long as neither of you had other things to attend. Most of the time you’d go to a restaurant or for a drive together, but there were times when you’d both just order food in, cuddling up on the couch, watching something you both enjoyed. All week you’d anticipate date night; it gave you something to look forward to each week—it was especially exciting if either of you had been away on missions.

Bakugou, Sero, Jirou, Ochaco, Hawks, Dabi, Twice

Not one for dates, and both of you like it that way. There are times when you could class the thing that you're doing as a date, but it’s never “official”. You just end up doing stuff together—shopping, eating, cooking, watching movies, even just getting some fresh air—the two of you are attached at the hip. Having said that, neither of you minds time apart. You don’t like it, but it's not something you’ll lose sleep over.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Iida, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochaco, Asui, Mirio, Amajiki, Aizawa, Hawks, All Might, Dabi, Twice, Compress, Shiguraki ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff, slight angst

Todoroki, Kaminari, Sero, Iida, Momo, Mina, Mirio, Amajiki, Hawks, Compress

The way they confessed was pretty traditional—some flowers, a nice setting; everything went pretty smoothly for you guys. They stumbled over their words a bit while asking you, restarting a couple of times, unsure of the best way to tell you despite all the planning they’d done in their head. They didn't want it to feel too rehearsed, like they needed it to be perfect, because they didn’t. They embraced the stammering and the trembling hands as they offered you the flowers, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Despite their anxiety, they experienced a sense of ease for the first time in a long time.

Midoriya, Kirishima, Jirou, Ochaco, Asui, All Might

You overheard them screaming it at a villain. At first, due to the active combat, you pushed it from your mind. But once the fighting ceased, you couldn't look them in the eyes. Every time they approached you, heat rushed to your face, and you were unable to stay for longer than a minute. You were sure they had just said it to trick the villain, some ruse to get them to stop, but did they have to sound so genuine? The tears and the voice breaks, were they just an act? They must have sensed your uneasiness because they approached you a few days later, flowers and an apology to follow, confirming that they had indeed fallen for you.

Bakugou, Aizawa, Dabi, Twice, Shiguraki 

They didn't mean to tell you at all. They had planned to take their feelings to the grave, deeming them a hindrance to themselves, doing their best to swallow them down. Still, they did not seem to budge. Every time their eyes closed, they would see your face. In their mind, they’d think of you always. It drove them insane. So much so that they practically blamed you for it—as though you had bewitched them in some spell. They’d gotten angry one day, so tormented by thoughts of you, that it simply fell from their mouth. More of a demand, really, than a confession, one ordering you out of their mind. You raised an eyebrow in surprise at their outburst but were perceptive enough to grasp the truth. They were attracted to you, and they despised that attraction. Oddly, it felt good to know they couldn't handle their emotions.

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Your writing is so good omg 😭🤍🤍 coul I request the mk boys with a sick s/o? I'm curious to see how would them treat their beloved one

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨��𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 - 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik warnings; none contains; gn!reader, fluff

Liu Kang, Tomas Vrbada, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko

They do everything in their power to help, providing you with care and medication; still, they wish they could do even more. They frequently check your temperature and bring you a fresh flannel for your forehead, asking whether you're feeling too hot or too cold. They genuinely hate seeing you unwell. Even though they understand that you will recover and heal in time, it frustrates them that they can't make it better. This sense of helplessness and lack of control is unsettling for them. Their mood also dips while you're ill, as their thoughts are primarily on your well-being, and those around them can sense it.

Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, General Shao, Havik

They try their hardest but let the nurses take charge and stay out of the way. You’re in more capable hands with the trained staff than with them. However, they will come by frequently, bringing items like flowers for your room or your favourite food. They’re very sweet about it but maintain their distance; the last thing they want is to contract your illness. On the surface – especially around others – they act like your absence doesn't affect them as much. In reality, it affects them more than anything. Their mind is always wandering to you, worrying about if you're okay and if you’ll recover any time soon.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Eren, Armin, Marco, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Bertholdt, Annie, Pieck, Zeke

Not very needy, but vocal about what they want. It's not hard to please them – given they just want you and not much else. You fulfil most of their needs simply by existing. They communicate well, though, making sure you know when they want something. They're not one to push boundaries and often give as much as they take. If you require some time alone, they respect that. If they desire affection, you provide it. It's a very balanced relationship, one many of your peers envy.

Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Reiner, Porco

Needier than they’d care to admit. It might not manifest as physical touch at first, mostly just making sure they're always in your proximity—quality time, if you will—but eventually it will progress into something more. Constant handholding, hugging or kissing. Their needs are often quite demanding, and, while they respect you entirely, they hate being away from you with a passion. Still, they will give you space when you want, not without many complaints, however.

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Hii, could you write headcanons for the mk boys with a reader who likes to wear lipstick just to leave kiss marks on their face/arms?

𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 - 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik warnings; none contains; gn!reader, fluff

Kung Lao, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko, Havik

Adores when you leave a little mark on them—whether thats their face, arms, or body, they don't care. They couldnt care less if someone laughs at it or finds it cringe, they absolutely cherish it. Their favourite photo of the two of you, if where you are sat on their lap, their face and neck covered in red lipstick marks—their hair is a mess slightly and their shirt is unbuttoned, but the two of you are just beaming. You both look so happy, so in love, that they cannot take their eyes off that photo. Any time you kiss them and leave a mark, it reminds them of that day and they cant help but blush at the thought. 

Liu Kang, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Kenshi Takahashi, General Shao

It was met with protests at first. They’re held in high regard you know, they have meetings to attend and important people to shake hands with, you cant go leaving your mark wherever you fancy. They felt embarrassed, but never ashamed—your marks were a part of your love expression and they didnt take it for granted. They’d talk to you about it in private, and explain that its not something that looks good for them and ask you to stop—or at least, keep it more professional. And you would, for a time, but you’d slip back into old habits, not out of disregard for their emotions, simply because its your way of showing affection. And, like most things you do, it grew on them. They enjoy your little lipstick marks and wear them with pride.

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𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Eren, Mikasa, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Annie, Zeke

It's not something that happens often, not because they lack affection but because they're afraid. They're not used to being held, not lovingly anyway; it's almost too much for them. However, in the loneliness of the night, when it's just you and them, they find peace with their past. You help to melt away all that they've been through—not enough to make them forget, but enough for them to push past those boundaries. They’ll hold you close, chests beating as one, whispering to you their love and gratefulness. They prefer positions where you're face-to-face, where they can see you, brushing their fingers through your hair. To them, the private intimacy you share is sacred.

Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Bertholdt, Porco, Pieck

There really isn't a moment where they're not holding you in some capacity. Whether they're resting a head on your shoulder or a hand on your back, linking their arm with yours, their touch is an ever-present feeling. They’re a big fan of chest-to-back positions; whether that be spooning or sitting with you nestled between their legs, it lets them wrap their arms around you in a bear hug. The truth is, they're afraid if they let go of you, you might slip away from them. After suffering so much loss, they cannot bear to lose you. This is why they keep you close whenever possible. Without hesitation, even in front of others, they will draw you in and hold on as long as you promise to stay.

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik warnings; contains; hey so, this was a request, but for some reason it keeps glitching and I can't find it to answer it, but here it is!

Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kuai Liang, Kenshi Takahashi

It took a considerable amount of time for them to become comfortable with you; after all, you are part god and the child of General Shao. Initially, your interactions were marked by suspicion and wary glances, as they were reluctant to let you in fully. Given the betrayals and treachery they had endured, it’s understandable that they would feel this way. Yet, as time passed, you gained their confidence—not only through your kindness and empathy but also through your skills in combat. You consistently demonstrated your worth, and despite your differences, you were able to forge a bond that was unwavering. They hold you in the highest regard, and, against their better judgment, have a fondness for you.

Bi-Han, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko, Havik

Absolutely adores you and worships the ground you walk on. It took absolutely no time at all for them to accept you at all. They understood you, and your need to break away from your fathers shadow. You are your own person, and want people to see you as such. You worked hard to make people see you for you and not for the person your father wanted you to be. However, there are certainly traces of him within you. In your tenacity and your fierceness, your lineage is evident. You would have thought they’d find it intimidating, but surprisingly, they accepted you wholeheartedly, captivated by your unique qualities and charm.

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Armin, Marco Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Erwin, Bertholdt, Pieck

It's so easy with them. You might have disagreements, but never arguments. Rows, but never fights. They get you, and you get them. You couldn't have asked for anyone better, nor did either of you think it would be possible, after all you'd gone through, that peace would be waiting. They tell you they love you and back it up with actions—little and big. Everything matters to them; you're never undermined or judged. They love and care and protect you, never to the point where you feel overwhelmed, but they’ll also never let you forget. 

Eren, Mikasa, Levi, Reiner, Annie, Porco, Zeke

You're devoted to one another, and that's all that matters. No grand gestures or huge displays, just the two of you. It's intimate and timeless, quiet and delicate. It took a lot for the two of you to open up to one another, and there is nothing in this world or the next that could ever break the bond you have formed. You have your own way of showing love for each other—like a hand on the shoulder or an act of service—it's never loud, just knowing.

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hi!!!! can i please request a fem reader that is bossy and coy at first, but when she opens up she is always joking and nice with Mk men hcs??

<3 have a good day

𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐲 - 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik warnings; none contains; gn!reader, fluff

Kung Lao, Raiden, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth

They absolutely adored your headstrong nature. You exuded confidence, had a strong will and were self-assured; however, you could also be stubborn to a fault. You took to bossing people around, often taking on an "I'm always right" mindset, but to be fair, you usually were. Time and time again, you were proved right through your theories and methods. Nevertheless, despite the confidence, you knew having an ego like that could get you killed, or worse—your friends. “A head that big is an easy target,” as one of your peers once told you. So, you adapted. Still staying self-assured but listening more to what others had to say, taking in their wisdom and bettering yourself. 

This change into something new, the shift in your mentality, was something to be admired. They liked you before, but now you occupy their every thought. You were perfect. Strong and resilient, yet kind and soft—the perfect combination. They complimented you on this change. In fact, they adopted your mentality themselves, using it to improve even more.

Liu Kang, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik

Initially, they didn’t take to you very well. They were accustomed to being in control, and you consistently questioned their authority. This led to many instances of the two of you clashing heads. To you, it felt like they were always trying to avoid you or leaving you out of meetings. However, they eventually realised through informal channels that your insights were valuable. By taking initiative and assisting them more than once, they began to have faith in you. They relied on your skills as both a combatant and a strategist. Over time, though, you started to change, becoming more at ease with those around you and crafting a new version of yourself. This new persona leaned less on ego and more on the kindness of those in your circle. It took them some time to adjust to this transformed you, as they were used to your constant challenges, but eventually, they came to accept your growth.

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Heya can you make hc of the mk boys being jealous? and if it can be reiko or general shao

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 - 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Syzoth, Reiko 

They’re not easily made jealous, after all; look at them—they're hard to beat, and they’re by no means insecure. That said, there have been occasions when someone's gaze might linger too long on you for their liking, or you laugh a bit too hard at someone else's joke, and this lump will form in their throat. It’ll stay there for a while, brewing away, their mind wandering to the possibility of you in someone else's arms. However, they would never admit that to anyone—not even you. Honestly… they get really upset when they feel the jealousy. They've never once doubted themselves, and then, out of the blue, they don't feel enough? Consequently, they end up embarrassing themselves, training longer, cracking more jokes than usual, and flexing—for some reason.

Raiden, Bi-Han, Kenshi Takahashi, General Shao, Havik

They would burn the world for you; that includes people they deem as interfering in your relationship. It could be as simple as a social gathering; if anyone looks at you too long or too funny, that lump will appear, filled with murderous intent. You have to intervene to stop them from confronting that person—you’re essentially the only one who can soothe their frustration. You stick by them for the rest of the night, practically hanging off their arm. Most of the time, thanks to your help, they're able to control their jealousy, but they still wish they didn't get that way. It's not for lack of trust or insecurity within themselves; they just get…territorial. Not in a controlling way, as they value your independence and individuality. Their instinct is to shield you—they understand how cruel the world can truly be.

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𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Armin, Marco, Sasha, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Porco, Pieck

They never saw themselves as the clingy type, but after being away from you for so long, they’re afraid to let you go. They’ll still give you space to breathe, but they’ll always be around, keeping an eye on you, making sure you don’t go away again. You’re the same, not to the same extent as them, but you make an effort to always keep them in your peripheral and avoid leaving the same room as them if possible. You share as much time together as you can, afraid of when it might end for good. 

Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Levi, Erwin, Annie, Zeke

They are just so grateful you're alive. They won't say it, but they worship the ground you walk on, and they're so happy you came back to them in one piece. Having lost so many people, either by death or by betrayal, they couldn't thank their lucky stars that you're home safe. They’ll do anything for you afterwards—cooking, cleaning, you name it, it's done. They’ll also get you flowers and gifts—trinkets, really—that they got while you were away that reminded you of them.

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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Eren, Mikasa, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Annie, Zeke

You're on their mind the entire time. They have faith in your abilities and wouldn't let their worries cloud their judgement—they're a soldier first, your lover second. Having said that, they hate their time apart from you. It’d eat away at them day in, day out; it seems impossible for them to find anything good enough to occupy their time or their mind. Just thoughts of you. Still, they won't say much about it; they keep it to themselves—perhaps asking for an update or two on your whereabouts but nothing more. 

Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Bertholdt, Porco, Pieck

People around them get tired of hearing about it. They ask after you 24/7, to the point where their commanders have to shut them down, banning them from asking again. They're lost without you. They’ll try to find things to do, but they won't work. They’ll just go back to talking about you and how excited they are for you to come home; it really starts to grate on people. Still, they’ll deal with it, as they’ve always done. You're just different; you're so special to them, they need you like the plants need the sun.

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Mk1 men headcanons on how they comfort you?

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth

They would drop everything for you, without any hesitation. You don't even have to ask; they just know. They see it in your body language, the short answers you give, and your averted gaze; they can always tell. However, they will never push you to explain yourself. They’re there for you and will reassure you of that fact as much as they need to, but they’ll give you space if space is what you need. When you're ready, they'll be waiting. No matter what you need, they'll provide—if it's a hug, just a talk, a late-night walk, or even if you want to just sit in silence, their arms wrapped around you, they're more than happy to oblige. 

 Bi-Han, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Reiko, Havik

While they provide comfort sparingly, they’ll never let you feel unfulfilled. They love you; you might be the only person they would willingly die for. Your comfort and satisfaction are their top priority. If you're demanding, they might get frustrated—especially if they're busy—but they'll always make time for you. They’re not really big on physical touch but would put themselves through hell for you, so they’ll survive a hug or two. Most of the time, though, they provide comfort through the little things they do. If you're particularly stressed about the things you need to get done, they'll already have them done by the time you wake up—a small note left telling you that they'll be back soon.

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𝐩𝐝𝐚 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Mikasa, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Zeke

Huge no. Cannot bear the thought of other people seeing, especially if it's over-the-top gushy PDA. Not that they hate your touch; they just get so embarrassed if people see. It's best to keep affection with them behind closed doors—keep it intimate and hidden. They have their own way of showing affection, more subtle and unique than a hug or an ‘I love you’. They say things with their eyes, in the way they linger, just before you leave on a mission. Or with their hands, a simple pat on your shoulder that stays longer than normal. Nothing extravagant, just subtle, irrevocable love.

Eren, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Porco, Pieck

Does not care who is watching and will defend their actions to anyone who questions them. They won't do anything you don't like and certainly won't go too far with you in public but will absolutely kiss, hug or squeeze you no matter who's around. They're completely shameless. They cannot go a day without showing you their love. Will sit with their hand on your thigh/around your shoulder, will drape your leg over theirs, will hug you from behind, and will place their head on your shoulder or vice versa; they love you, and everyone knows.

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𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ warnings; none ᥫ᭡ contains; gn!reader, fluff

Eren, Marco, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Erwin, Bertholdt

It went smoother than they expected. Not that they thought you would decline or anything; they've just never had the time for anything so humane. They felt ‘normal’ for the first time in a while, and, with you by their side, they were able to take a weight off. It was sweet—the date. A picnic or a restaurant or a dance. Just something intimate, without pushing boundaries too far too soon. 

Mikasa, Levi, Hange, Reiner, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

You had to ask. They’d been wanting to, but with being so busy (and completely terrified of intimacy and rejection), they’d been putting it off. They asked you once or twice before but had to cancel because of their duties or some such reason. So, eventually, you had to ask. You suggested that the two of you just hang out. Nowhere that needs a reservation or something that requires an obligation to be there, just you and them. A walk or sitting under the stars. Just being alone together.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke ᥫ᭡ Warnings; none ᥫ᭡ Contains; GN!Reader, fluff

Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, Bertholdt, Pieck

It just came out. They’d hesitate to call it a mistake, but that's essentially what it was. It wasn't anything special, despite them planning to do something for it — like get you a gift or write you a letter. Instead, it spilt out of them one day while the two of you were laughing, so carefree, for the first time in a long time. They didn't regret it, though. They doubled down, repeating what they’d said, their heart pounding in their chest as they waited for your response. 

Eren, Mikasa, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Annie, Porco, Zeke

There wasn't much of a confession; you guys just knew. You’d be pretty close for a while, doing things most couples do anyway, so naturally it just progressed into something deeper. The two of you were too busy to really get super romantic with it—or with the rest of your relationship, for that matter—but it worked for the two of you. Your actions for one another always spoke louder than your words, and neither of you felt the need to change that.

[cherry-romper]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐫. 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

Guys...icl i was giggling as I wrote this. Im back in my AOT era and it is STRONG. ᥫ᭡ Word count; 4348 ᥫ᭡ Warnings; none ᥫ᭡ Contains; F!reader, yearning, pining, longing, confession in the rain, hungry kiss, god i need him

She never meant for it to go so far; after all, it was only a crush.

Was.

And now she found herself—of all places—adrift upon a sea she couldn't name, in a vessel so modest, so laughably unworthy of her ambitions, that she might have smiled at her own absurdity, were she not so deeply and terribly in earnest.

She didn’t know how to sail. Didn’t know the stars or the winds or how long she had until everything collapsed beneath her. But she had to go. She had to get to him; somehow, someway, she had to see him again. But this time, it was on her own terms.

She knew if they caught her, they would break her down, piece by piece, and not quickly. No, they’d keep her breathing far longer than what is merciful. And when they were done, she’d disappear without a trace, fed to something that doesn’t ask questions. No one would know where to look for her stain. 

And yet, she hoped. Much like many people who are in love, she allowed herself to believe—most irrationally—that he might protect her. That he, above all others, would not permit such a fate to befall her. That, even if he didn't love her back, not in the way she loved him, even if she’d made this trip across the ocean like Charon himself was taking her across the river Styx, he would at least care enough to help. To save her, if only as a friend.

It was silly, really. 

She’d fallen for a man who had betrayed her. The same man who’d set a thousand tragedies into motion. The deaths, the disappearances, the silence that now encroached on her conscience—all of it led back to him. But her heart never wavered. 

Of course it hurt—to leave behind the few she had left, to disappear into a journey with no map. However, she held a deep conviction that couldn’t be learnt or articulated, that it would all be worth it.

Him. He. To her, a god. 

She loved him. Foolishly. Irrevocably. Most Ardently. With a devotion that defied good sense and a constancy that neither betrayal nor bloodshed could erode. 

He was everything to her. Flawed and powerful and painfully human.

And so, as she slipped quietly ashore under the cover of night—on land that would have her slain without trial—she did not tremble. No, her thoughts were steady, her intentions clear: she would find him. She would love him still, not merely for his virtues, but for all that he was. His sorrow. His strength. His cruelty. His laughter. His deceptions and his truths alike. She wanted it all. Every piece of him, so perfectly moulded into the man of her dreams, she needed it. 

Oh, to be loved by him!

To be seen by him. To be held by him.

These were the thoughts that filled her as she crept, silent and unseen, through a land both unfamiliar and dangerous. She did not know his exact whereabouts, nor did she possess any reliable means of discovery. Yet she believed—knew, even—that he was a man of significance. A warrior, as he had once claimed. So she turned her gaze toward the largest buildings, those that bore the air of consequence, seeking some trace, some sign.

As the stars above were obscured by low clouds, whispers of an impending storm hung ominously in the atmosphere. Salt and tension clung to her throat as she inched through the shadows, her steps careful upon the uneven cobblestones of a town that did not yet know her name—God willing, it never would. She moved swiftly, skirting the periphery of lamplight, eyes scanning every edifice for signs of military importance, for guards, banners, or insignias. 

It only truly occurred to her—once the ocean’s breath had faded into a distant hush—that she was, in fact, trespassing. She walked foreign ground, alone, unwelcome, and under threat. 

There she was, creeping through shadows like a common thief. But soon she realised such behaviour would draw attention, and, in a land built upon suspicion, attention was fatal. She had learnt, through observation of her paramour’s seamless assimilation, that the surest method of concealment was not disguise but conviction. After all, the wolf does not fear the shepherd if it walks like a dog.

And so, she moved as one who belonged. Tall. Steady. Even proud—almost excessively so. Her chin lifted and her stride assured, as though she had every right to be precisely where she was. As though the streets were her inheritance, and the stars above had been placed solely to light her way.

The people here did not know her face, nor would they suspect her blood. It ran as warm and as red as theirs, and though secrets nested in her bones, they bore no mark upon the skin. Even if they were to open her every vein, they would find nothing amiss—no sigil, no omen, no betrayal of origin.

In fact, she nearly turned toward the nearest guard, a tall man idling beneath a hanging lantern, his posture one of bored authority. She could have approached him—would have—to ask him for directions, had her nerves not prickled faintly at the nape of her neck. An old instinct, sharper than reason, one she trusted more than anything. Don’t.

Still, it was not fear that made her pause. It was strategy.

For she had not come all this way to cower in alleys or flee at shadows. She had crossed the sea and her friends alike for one purpose alone: to find him. And she would. By wit or by will. She would find him.

A building loomed ahead—smaller than one might expect to catch the eye, yet it drew her in all the same. Its dark brick stood in stark contrast to the pale, off-white exteriors that lined the rest of the street. Narrow windows—ones far too narrow than seemed fair—flickered faintly in the dying glow of lantern light. The place bore a distinct resemblance to the prisons back home, a resemblance only strengthened by the tall, wire-laced fence that made the whole thing seem like an enclosure.

She recalled a time when he had disclosed to her how he was treated here, how he’d mentioned that he was of importance but was still marred by bad blood. He had informed her that although he was revered, he was still rejected by the locals. He’d babbled on and on about how he must prove himself, prove his blood, so that his mother might be free. Apparently—much like she was back home—his mother was also caged; segregated from the rest of the world over the blood that flowed through them.

Absurd. 

In all her years, she had never truly felt a sense of belonging—forever small in her triumphs, diminished in every effort, her accomplishments quietly eclipsed by those around her. It was only with the Scouts that she had, at last, begun to glimpse a place for herself—full of purpose, camaraderie, even pride. And yet, she had forsaken it all, casting aside the only certainty she had ever known for what now seemed a pitiful, reckless pursuit of love. 

She stared the building down, yet it seemed, in its grave and unyielding stillness, to stare back. Slowly and deliberately, a chill crept over her skin, as if the air around her had conspired to warn her heart. This was it—the building she had been looking for. As if the sensation of dread travelling down her spine wasn't confirmation enough, to the side of a lamppost was a sign that read: Warrior Barracks. 

She drew in a breath. This is what she came for. At last—after all the endless nights, the unanswered prayers, and the perilous crossing—she might see him again. He was here. Finally, she could see him and hold him and love him. 

No. 

The very thought echoed through her like a bell jolting her awake. She was, most foolishly, indulging in dreams not yet spoken. She didn't even know if he held her in the same regard. Did his heart stir in her absence? Or did it beat now for another? The possibility that his affections had never aligned with her own made her heart run dry with aches. She hadn't even really considered it. And now that the thought had formed, it would not be banished.

The heart she wore so boldly on her sleeve only moments ago now reeled back as though slapped out of her hands. She felt hollow. What if this had all been for nothing—the journey, the betrayal, the sacrifice? It can't have been for nought; surely he felt something for her. 

The way he looked at her back on the island, constantly sneaking glances, blushing when she was near, putting himself in harm's way to be sure none would fall upon her. He’d put his life on the line for her and, by extension, his mother’s too. Such things are not done without feeling…are they?

Her hand rose of its own accord and brushed her cheek. It was damp, yet she was not crying. She looked up to the sky, and only then did she feel it—a delicate kiss of rain. A single droplet clung to her brow, then slid down the curve of her jaw. Heaven's grief brings Hell’s rain, as they say. The rain did not fall in buckets or waves but fell with a hush, as if it, too, held its breath for what might come next.

She clung to the wired fence of his enclosure. Her heart ached in her chest at the realisation that, despite the time they had been apart, he was being treated like a beast, confined and imprisoned not for what he had done but for what he was. Such a man—so beautiful, so majestic—should never be locked away. He should roam as free as a deer, eating and drinking as he pleases, all with her by his side. 

She looked inwards, towards the narrow windows of the dark-bricked building, and saw a shadow darting from view. Had someone been watching her? Could it have been him? Her chest skipped a beat at the thought. 

Though he was locked behind this fence, all she could see was her freedom, her future—hers and his entwined. A new beginning. One where they might exist not as predator and prey, not as traitors or in exile, but as companions.

A new beginning steeped in devotion.

Oh, how she longed for that life!

The fence offered no passage; she couldn’t even spy a gate along its periphery. Somewhere beyond this wall, he existed. God, how sick she was of walls. 

She skirted along the border, her fingertips feathering over the chain link until a break appeared in the fence, barely wider than a child's shoulder. It was little more than a fold in the structure—perhaps born from the wind or some kind of struggle. Whatever had caused it, it was enough—an opportunity—for her to slip in. She looked around but could see no guards; the only one close enough to have spied her seemed worlds away, taken entirely by dormancy.

She moved quick, using the many gruelling years of training to her advantage so she might slip through the gap unseen. She pried back the wire of the fence with a thwack. The noise startled her, but it had not been loud enough to rouse the guard. The rain, while fine, made it hard to grip the cold metal and was beginning to obscure her vision. The aperture seemed large enough for her to squeeze through, yet small enough not to attract attention in the morning. 

With a struggle, she pushed herself through, wrestling with the hem of her dress as it snagged on a sharp edge. She pulled and pulled, but the material did not budge. Then, a sound most horrific. Footsteps. There were many—four, maybe five pairs—their boots sloshing around against the wet concrete. If she were to be found in such a compromising position… the things they might do to her. 

Her heart pounding, she quickened her pace, tugging at the now sodden fabric, willing it free. Mere moments ago she had held her head high as though she belonged on these shores. But now—here—compelled by her illicit desire to thrust herself into his embrace, she was trespassing in the highest degree. 

No matter how hard she pulled, the fabric wouldn’t budge. The sound of boots—heavy with the weight of death—drew closer with every step. Then—a hand on her back. A flash of steel. The hem was cut free.

She hadn’t even processed what had happened before a hand seized hers, yanking her into the alley—just in time to vanish from the patrol’s line of sight. 

The force of it stole her breath, and her legs gave out beneath her, but she did not fall. Hands held her. 

His hands. 

She was momentarily frozen, her eyes unable to meet his. Those hands she’d spent so many years dreaming about, so many years yearning for, now gripped her arms tightly. 

Oh, how she wished they would never let go!

He was bigger than she remembered. Yes, they had been parted for nearly three years, but in that time, he had built muscle—broad shoulders and thick arms that strained against the fabric of his shirt.

Her gaze trembled, tracing every crease of the unironed cloth that hung unbuttoned at the collar, slightly untucked at the waist. His boots were untied, carelessly thrown on as if he’d left in a hurry.

Then, a rush of warmth. A veil wrapped around her shoulders. His coat. His scent still clung to the collar, faint but familiar, and so achingly close.

“Don’t move.” His words dripped from his tongue like honey. 

She did as he commanded, not out of respect for his authority, but because she could do nothing else. She was frozen stiff. An agonising mix of fear, relief and endearment surged through her veins. 

He stepped closer, the space between them disappearing. She could hear his breath hitching in his throat, his gaze fixed on her, his hands tightening their grip as though ensuring she were real. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. There were layers to his voice. Anger, disbelief, solace, adoration. The soft ache of someone who’d forgotten how to dream.

Her voice came out as a strangled string of nonsense, unable to vocalise all the things she’d been planning to say. 

I miss you.

I need you.

I love you.

He shushed her, bringing his fingers up to her chin, lifting it up so he might look into her eyes. A silence bloomed between them, thick with everything unsaid. His gaze searched hers, and for a fleeting second, she saw it: the same longing that lived in her, tucked away behind the years and distance and all the things they’d become without each other.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he murmured.

You could never lose me, she thought.

She wanted to speak, but her words betrayed her; she was lost in his eyes, his face, his hair. She’d missed him. She’d missed him so dearly. 

He was handsome before—undeniably so—but now, with the weight of years and separation, he looked otherworldly. The light from the lantern was the only thing illuminating his face; it bounced off the sharp angles of his cheeks and chin—casting shadows that made him seem sculpted from marble. 

His hair hadn’t changed much. Still longer on the top than at the back and with the same golden hue as before, only now it made his skin appear even paler. She couldn't tell if the light was playing tricks or if he was truly unwell. Not the kind of unwell that came with fever or cold—but the kind that came from within, like something had kept him from sleeping. 

And his eyes. 

They looked the same. Golden, yet sunken and hollow and depressed. His brow was furrowed, and though she doubted that, even if he were to relax his face, the creases would go away. He looked perpetually stressed. 

Her gaze lowered to his nose; as trivial as it might have been to notice, it seemed a little crooked, like he had broken it during their time apart. And his lips. She couldn't take her eyes off them. The last time she’d looked at him, he was smooth-faced and clean-shaven. But now surrounding his lips was stubble, rough and rugged, as though he’d forgotten to take care of himself.

She wondered if he could hear her heart, pounding frantically in the quiet between them. So many nights she’d imagined this reunion, rehearsed what she would say—accusations, apologies, explanations—but now that he was in front of her, all of it dissolved.

Instead, she stood there, wrapped in his coat, staring at the ghost of the boy she once loved and the man he had become.

He cleared his throat. He looked down for a moment, as if grounding himself, then slowly met her eyes.

“You’re shaking,” he said, almost more to himself than to her.

Only then did she notice the tremor in her fingers, curled tightly around the lapels of his coat. She didn’t know if it was the cold or the fear or him—the impossibility of him standing there.

He stepped closer. She didn’t move.

“I waited,” he mumbled, and the ache in his voice was sharper than anything she’d prepared herself for.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Reiner…” she whispered. His eyes widened at the sound of his name passing through her lips, like the very word had breathed life back into him. 

Then, a pause. 

The rain fell gently around them, barely more than a mist, but it clung to their clothes and hair and to the silence that stretched and stretched. 

He reached out, shaky, and brushed a damp strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered longer than they should have, trembling just slightly. He cradled her face, taking in every part of her, as though he were seeing her again for the first time.

“You look as beautiful as the day we parted,” he said.

She smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “You don’t.”

But she didn’t mean it unkindly. He had changed—so had she—but something underneath all of it still remembered, still recognised, still loved.

He smiled back, dropping his head slightly, laughing under his breath at her words. 

“I haven’t been myself lately… I've had a lot on my mind.” 

His eyes flickered with a shadow she didn’t dare ask about, but the weight in his gaze said enough. The man before her was not the carefree boy she had once known.

Staring him down, her body swelled with emotions, but one prevailed above the others. Once the quiet laughter between the two of them subsided, she let out, no louder than a whisper, “You left me.”

He felt as though she’d taken an axe right to his chest. 

More silence followed before she repeated her previous statement, “You left me, Reiner Braun.”

All he could do was nod. The weight of his actions pulling at his heart. “I know,” he breathed.

“No. No, you don’t know!” Her voice raised slightly, as though sobering up from the overwhelming embrace of love. She pushed away from him, still clinging to his coat. 

The rain continued its quiet fall around them, the world holding its breath along with them—two souls torn between love and loss, each carrying wounds the other could barely begin to understand.

“You don't know what it was like watching you leave. You betrayed me, Reiner.” 

There was a thunder to her words, and they sent a bolt right through him. He dropped his gaze, his knees weakening beneath his own heaviness. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, knowing nothing he could say in that moment might take away her pain. 

She shook her head. Inside, she felt a wave of disbelief wash over her, like the memories and aches she’d suffered through didn't belong to her. She felt, despite the undeniable truth of their existence, that she had not experienced such things. Her mind, in that moment, could not comprehend the weight of her own life, nor the one that stood before her. So indubitably real and so painfully intertwined. 

He paused, his eyes stinging with emotions. He wanted to apologise, take it all back, and show her that she meant the world to him. That despite her absence, his heart had only grown fonder. That, with every agonising moment of their distance, he thought of her morning, noon, and night. But he knew that those words wouldn't be enough, for his actions deceived them.

She was right.

He had left her there on that island. Most discourteously. 

And he feared, with every fibre of his being, that he could never repair the damage he had caused. 

“You left me…” Her voice came again, soft, hesitant. “But I don’t care.”

He looked up at her words, taken aback by their zeal. 

His brow furrowed even more than what she thought possible, as he stuttered out noises of confusion. 

“I don't care. I don't care! You're here now, and that's all I could care about. You. You with me…” 

She fumbled at the material of his shirt, gripping it tightly as though he might fade into dust at any moment. She looked up to him, meeting his glazed eyes, and she laughed. 

She smiled, shaking her head vigorously. “I don't care, Reiner; I just want to be with you. I am a fool for you.”

He couldn't speak; he couldn't breathe. He only watched as she rambled on, her words spilling out of her like a fountain of truth. 

“All this time, I tried to hate you,” her eyes glassed over with honesty. “You didn’t die; you didn’t disappear into thin air—you chose to walk away. And I waited. I waited like a fool. I woke up every morning hoping, praying, you’d come back, that this was all some mistake, and that I’d turn a corner and find you there. That I’d see you in the mess hall, or in the training ground, or in the courtyards. But you were never there. I held on to scraps of you: the way you said my name, the stupid way you tied your boots, and your incessant drive to always improve yourself. I hated you for it. I hated how much I still needed you, even when every part of me screamed not to. I built my life around your absence. I mourned you like you were dead. And I don’t know what’s worse—that you left me, or that some pathetic part of me still wants you.

God, I wanted to hate you! But I couldn’t. I wanted to hate you because it was easier than missing you. Because if I missed you, I had to remember what it felt like to lose you. And it gutted me, Reiner. It still does. I couldn’t breathe without wondering where you were, if you were safe, and if you ever thought of me. I screamed into pillows at night, pretending I was done with you, but it never stuck. I tried to forget you, but I just couldn’t. You’re a part of me. And I’ve hated myself for…for loving you. I do, Reiner; I really do. After everything, after all the silence and pain and years lost between us—I love you, with all my heart.” 

She sucked in a breath, like the words that had left her had taken a part of her soul with them. Her eyes widened with the realisation of what she’d said. Despite all the planning and scheming for what she might say to him when they finally met, she didn't expect the words to fall out of her like a woman possessed. 

She stared at him, and he stared back. Their eyes caught in the light. For a long moment, they said nothing.  The rain continued its soft patter on the rooftops above, dripping steadily onto the cobblestones like the seconds slipping between them. Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves, her heart pounding, terrified of what his silence might mean.

Slowly, like approaching a wounded animal, he lifted his hand again, no longer shaking, and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed the wetness from her skin, and he couldn’t tell whether it was from the rain or her tears.

She opened her mouth to protest, to take it all back, but no sound came.

“I wanted to come back. A thousand times, I almost did. I’d picture it—every day. You, standing in a doorway. Me, apologising and explaining. I thought of a hundred variations of that moment. But none of them ended with you looking at me the way you are now.” He swallowed hard, eyes glinting in the faint light. Then his voice cracked, and she could see that he was undoubtedly crying. “And none of them ended with you saying you loved me.”

He leaned down, his forehead leaning against hers, timid and tender. For a second, there was nothing but shared breath and the soft tremble of her hands on his chest.

And then, as if pulled by gravity, he kissed her. 

When their lips met for the first time, it wasn't all tongue and touch and desperation; it was soft, almost hesitant. Their lips ghosted together. Of all the things they’d done, it was the kiss that undid them. They deepened it slowly, not with hunger or lust, but with something real. Hope. And when their tongues met, it wasn't about claiming or needing or owning; it was about allowing.

Allowing themselves to want.

Allowing themselves to feel. 

When they parted, his voice was barely audible. “Let me make it right. Please.” 

She nodded, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes to kiss his lips again, sealing their love with a promise.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I love you, and I swear I will never ever hurt you again.”