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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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test drive

Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.9k

cw: exes-to-lovers, a breakup scene (flashback) established past relationship, fluff, some angst, smut - car sex (cowgirl), blowjob, cunnilingus, face-riding, 69 position, sex with no condom, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, baby)

Summary: You’re moving back to your hometown of Paradis after completing two long years of grad school in Marley. In desperate need of a car, you’re surprised to hear from your ex-boyfriend Eren, who graciously offers you one. Author’s Note: Had this in my head for a while, brain is a little fried at the moment, but I just had to get this out! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated! Header image found on Pinterest, mdni divider by @/mikeykuns.

“Eren, do you think we should break up?”

The two of you are in your bedroom, finished packing the last of your luggage before you fly out to Marley tomorrow morning. It’s near midnight on the last day of summer. The windows are open, and the chirping of crickets is loud amidst the silence of the night air. He zips your suitcase closed, peering at you, confused. “What?”

It’s been the lingering question on your mind the past couple of weeks, but you were too afraid to mention it. Maybe you were hoping that the thought would go away on its own. You didn’t really want to break up. You love him. The idea of being apart scares you, though. The uncertainty, the unknown. Two years isn’t very long in the grand scheme of life, but who’s to say you don’t end up deciding to remain in Marley for good? Eren has already made it clear that he has no intentions of leaving Paradis. Would staying together be a waste of time when the future is so unpredictable?

You bite your lip, nervous to elaborate, voice timid. “I’ve heard that long distance is really hard.”

He stands up, crossing his arms over his chest. “So? We’ll get through it.”

“Will we, though? I’m going to be busy with school, and you’re starting your new job. Plus, Marley is so far away. When are we ever going to see each other?”

He stares at you as if you’re sputtering nonsense. “We’ll make it work,” he answers, definitive.

“It’s not going to be easy.”

He scratches his scalp, frustrated. “I don’t understand. Do you want to break up?”

You stay quiet, contemplating. When you don’t respond right away, he says, “You do, don’t you?” He sounds like he’s been betrayed, which in retrospect, he has been. By you, of all people. The person who’s supposed to love him.

Breathing staggered, tears welling in your eyes, you murmur, “I just don’t know if we can do it.”

He begins pacing the floor, voice increasing in volume, rightfully upset. “You don’t know if you can do it. Me? I’m all in. You’re already giving up before we try.”

“I just don’t want either of us to get hurt!” you cry.

“What do you call this, then?!” he yells, tears rolling down his cheeks. “This fucking hurts! Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way sooner?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t sure! I was scared.” You sob into your hands. “I’m sorry, Eren.”

He’s shaking his head erratically, fists bunched in his hair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this right now. After all we’ve been through. You don’t even want to give it a shot.”

You swallow hard, wiping snot from your nose. “We can try it out. Let’s try it out,” you plead with him, regretting it.

“No. It’s too late now. You already set us up for failure. Since you’re not confident about us, then maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.” He sounds spiteful. Daggers piercing through your heart in the form of harsh words. And while you struggle for breath, drenching the fabric of your t-shirt, you can’t blame him for reacting this way. You spent an amazing summer together, and the night before you leave, you drop a grenade like this. What were you thinking?

“Eren,” you beg, sniffling

“I gotta go,” he mutters, grabbing his keys, avoiding your gaze.

“Eren, wait!” you shout, following him out the room. Down the stairs. Through the front door. In front of his car. “Eren! I’m sorry! I take it back!”

“Have a nice life in Marley,” he spits out, getting into his car, slamming it shut, and reversing out of the driveway without another word. Headlights reflect off the shimmer in your eyes, watching him leave.

That’s the last time you saw Eren. The next day, you boarded your flight to Marley and moved into your new home. You tried to call him, text him, even pestered friends and family to urge him to reach out to you. He never did. And all the while, you still don’t blame him for reacting the way he did.

The two of you were happy. You loved each other. And when an inkling of hardship reared its ugly head, you ran for it instead of facing it. There’s no way you could have predicted that your relationship would fall apart. In fact, there’s many times that you’ve considered how much stronger the two of you would have gotten if you did stay together. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you had believed that sooner, you wouldn’t be living with this remorse.

It's been over two years since that day. Life continued, though it was tough not having Eren around anymore. He was always your biggest supporter, the anchor that kept you afloat. Grad school wouldn’t have been as stressful if you had him by your side, but you managed to scrape by. You made new friends along the way while maintaining your relationships from home. Mikasa and you would chat regularly, and on occasion, she would mention Eren’s name in passing. You received little footnotes of his life through her, but overall, he’s a stranger to you now.

That being said, you’re shocked to finally hear from him after that fateful night two years ago.

Following graduation, you secured a job in Paradis nearby your hometown. For now, the plan is to move in with your family until you save enough money to move out. Unfortunately, you don’t have car. So, in an unexpected turn of events, you sit in the rear of a taxi, on your way to Eren’s.

Eren: Heard you’re home and you need a car.

Those were his first words to you after two whole years of radio silence. After telling you to have a nice life in Marley. Of course, you were stunned when his name popped up on your screen in the first place, even more so to see his offer to help you. Most likely he was informed about your current situation by Mikasa. Nevertheless, it shocks you that he wants anything to do with you.

You actually want to meet with him. It may be no more than a business transaction, but to see him in the flesh will be nice. Will it fix what happened? Probably not. It’s worth a shot, though, for some peace of mind. Maybe this is his own way of telling you that he’s over it, and that the two of you can finally put this to bed.

So, you arrange a time to meet at his place. He gives you an unfamiliar address; it seems he moved out of his parent’s house not long after he started working. Mikasa had mentioned that before. What she’s never disclosed with you is if he’s been dating. On your way to him, your belly begins to fill with dread. Could you handle seeing Eren with another woman? Living together, happily in love? You want him to be happy, but with someone else? Deep down, you still love him. You never dated anyone seriously during your time in Marley. No one even came close to him. He’ll never get back together with you, not after what happened. In fact, you’re positive he’s already found someone, a person who will appreciate him and love him for all he is. Someone who isn’t afraid. It’s better he’s with someone else; you actually hope you see that today, so that you can finally move on.

The trip takes over half an hour. You recognize the route being taken; the same one you would take on the way to Paradis University, where you and Eren met for the first time. During freshman year, Mikasa, your roommate at the time, introduced you to him. The two of you became fast friends, even faster lovers. The spark was there the moment you shook his hand, the moment he gazed into your eyes, flashing that charming smile at you. It was casual at first, no labels, no strings attached. Two horny college kids fulfilling their sexual desires exclusively with one another. Kisses and sex soon became something more, something special. By the time you were sophomores, it was official: he was yours and you were his.

The driver enters a quaint neighborhood, pulling up to the front of a modern apartment complex. Once you pay the fare, you step out, inspecting the building. Eren lives on the third floor; each unit has a balcony overlooking the neighborhood, the nearby cityscape in the near distance. It’s a beautiful location and your curiosity gets the best of you. Who is he currently sharing his life with? Do they watch sunrises together from their grand view, sipping their morning coffee in domestic bliss? Should it be you instead?

Before you get carried away with your imagination, you retrieve your phone from your bag, texting him that you have arrived and are waiting outside. There’s no reason for you to head up into his apartment, right? You’re here to check out his car; that’s it. You can’t help thinking that it would be fun to check out. For research purposes, of course.

He replies quickly, mentioning how he’ll head down to you. You take a few deep breaths, mentally preparing yourself to see him for the first time ever since your bitter goodbye. Do you hug him? Keep your distance? Should you say anything personal or keep it strictly professional? All of these conflicting feelings are fighting with each other in your head. There’s so much you want to tell him: your life the last two years, how sorry you are for the way it ended, how much you miss him. At the same time, you want a clean slate, almost as if you’re strangers meeting for the first time.

As he steps out from the lobby, you freeze on the spot, dazzled by his presence. What strikes you initially is how long his hair has gotten; it’s enough to put up into a small bun, with a few stray strands scattered around his face. His eyes are as brilliant as ever, barely visible dark circles underneath from age or stress, most likely the lather; it hasn’t been that long. There’s still that youthful charm about him, though. That will never fade.

He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweats pants, an outfit reminiscent of his college years, laid-back and casual. You’ve always liked this look on him, always found it sexy. Too many memories of you stripping this exact attire off him, hasty to make love in the twin bed of his dormitory. You try to shake these thoughts away as he approaches you with a rigid disposition, hesitant and a bit awkward. He clears his throat before saying, “Hey.” His hands are in his pockets as he greets you.

You respond with a gentle smile. “Hi.”

This is going to be harder than you thought.

~~~

Two years. That’s how long it’s been since they broke up, since he last saw her. Two whole fucking years.

Eren didn’t want to break up. The thought never even crossed his mind. He was determined to be with her the rest of his life, of their lives. That’s why he got so upset when she suggested it. They spent an entire summer together, perfect in every possible way, and she had the nerve to ask that question the night before the big move? Do you think we should break up? He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were supposed to love each other forever.

It doesn’t excuse the way he behaved to her afterwards. Instead of discussing it like a mature adult, he exploded, too caught up in the storm of emotions raging in his head. His ego was hurt, pride shot down, heart betrayed. Following that night, Eren was too ashamed by the whole ordeal; he thought it’d be easier to ignore it and move on.

Move on. Yeah right.

He replays those scenes constantly. Her pleas of We can try it out. Let’s try it out. I’m sorry! I take it back! ringing in his ears like a broken record, reminding him that if they talked about it, if he had just turned around to work it out, maybe they’d still be together. They’d be happy. It’s the biggest regret of his life; not fighting for her and letting her slip away. A fleeting moment of weakness and fear leading to their ultimate demise. A tragic ending to such a beautiful story. Can they ever get the happy ending they wanted?

He tried to date other women; it never amounted to anything serious. Eventually, Eren gave up on the dating scene all together, focusing his energy on other priorities like his career and friendships. He was hoping that one day, he’d magically be over her.

When Mikasa informs him about her move back to Paradis, he knows immediately he needs to meet with her. Seeing her one last time might be the key to moving on once and for all. So, he finally decides to be mature and contact her, under the guise of giving her one of his cars. In his defense, he’s been meaning to sell it anyways. He never could quite let it go, though, considering it’s the car he drove all throughout college, with her. Late night drives to Maria’s Point, holding hands and kissing beneath the stars. Fast food runs at their favorite drive-thru, her feeding French fries to him from the passenger side, cruising through the empty streets with their favorite music blaring through the radio speakers. Even the backseat has seen plenty of action during those years, the foreground to many naughty trysts away from campus. Every corner of it carries a memory of her; that’s why he’s been so reluctant to let it go. He still loves her. But that’s all in the past. This car will be the final peace offering that will allow him to move on. He’s got it all planned out.

What he’s not prepared for is the rush of emotions that flood his chest upon seeing her. This is definitely not part of the plan.

When he greets her, she smiles at him, the same radiant smile he’s yearned for the two years of her absence. One that instantly warms his soul. He does his best to maintain his composure. Keep it together, he thinks to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets while he clenches his fists, bursting at the seams. This isn’t part of the plan.

He kicks the ground with his heels, fidgeting. “So…it’s been a minute, huh?” He does a mental eye roll to himself. Did he really say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot.

She giggles, and he nearly combusts. How is it that a simple laugh can ignite every fiber of his being? He’s a fool for assuming he could get through this unscathed. “Yeah. It has. How are you?” Her expression is sincere; he always loved that about her, how intently she listens, how much she cares. Even after their harsh breakup, that sincerity remains. She’s making this much more difficult than he expected.

He shrugs, nonchalant. “I’m okay. You?”

She mimics him, raising her shoulders. “I’m alright.”

He chews his lip nervously before asking, “Well, do you want to check out the car?” Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan, he reminds himself.

She nods, following him to the parking garage to his designated spot. Her eyes widen when she sees it. “You want to sell me this?”

“Yup.”

She inspects it, mouth parted, surprised. “Wow. The Titan.”

He busts out in laughter, amused that she remembers the silly nickname they came up with freshman year. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

She turns to look at him, eyes twinkling, lips curled into a warm smile. “How could I forget?”

He swallows hard, saliva thick on his tongue. Fluttering in his core, tingling through his fingers. The question stumbles out quickly. “Want to take it out for a spin? A test drive?”

Eren’s aware that this is dangerous territory. The two of them, enclosed in the small space of his car, memories in every crevice of the interior. It’s his chance to properly apologize for what happened. That’s how he justifies it, at least. Part of him also wants to recreate their past together. Riding in his car, fingers laced together on the center console, singing their favorite songs with the windows rolled down, wind blowing on their smiling faces. It’s infeasible; he doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. There’s that tiny portion of him that holds out hope; she did agree to meet him. That means something, right?

She contemplates for a moment. “Sure. Can you drive, though?”

“Still the passenger princess, I see.”

“Some things never change, right?” She gives him a wink before stepping to the side of the car, waiting for him to unlock the doors.

He gulps, thrilled and jittery at whatever adventure they’re about to embark on. In the corner of his mind, all he can think is

Fuck the plan.

~~~

You weren’t supposed to get in it with him. The idea was to meet him and do the exchange, simple as that. When you recognize the car, all the memories you shared flood into your mind. You let your emotions get the best of you; you want one more special moment with Eren. It’s only fair to your relationship to end it on a good note, right? You weren’t expecting anything more than closure, which was what the both of you needed.

He doesn’t tell you where he’s driving to, but he doesn’t have to. By the time you’re on the highway, you watch the sun set in the distance from the rearview mirror. You pass by multiple signs, indicating Maria’s Point in x number of miles, the amount decreasing the closer you approach it. The two of you chat, condensing all from the past two years into a half hour car ride. You describe your experience in grad school, he talks about his full-time job. It’s cordial, like two old friends catching up after a while being apart. Except the both of you are fully aware of the elephant squished in the backseat of The Titan. Neither of you mention anything about it.

He drives up the familiar hill leading up to the panorama at the top of the cliff. This spot of Maria’s Point is often secluded, which was perfect for you and Eren back in the day. He parks away from the edge, the last rays of orange and pink hovering on the skyline. With a twist of his keys, he shuts off the ignition and it’s silent. Suddenly, after effortless conversation, you’re shy, unable to speak.

Luckily, he does. “I actually want to talk to you about something important.”

You snap your seatbelt off, adjusting to give him your full attention. His hands remain on the steering wheel, drumming his fingers nervously. “I’m sorry for the way I acted that night.” He doesn’t need to elaborate; you know exactly what he’s referring to. You’re caught off guard from the apology, so you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.

After a deep breath, he explains, “I blew up, and I shouldn’t have. I got upset because I thought you had given up before we even tried. But I know you were scared; I was too. Regardless, it wasn’t right and I’m sorry. For that and for avoiding you after.” He slides his hands around the wheel, dropping them to his lap. His eyes are forward, avoiding you.

When he doesn’t have more to add, you respond. “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have blindsided you. I should have told you how I was feeling instead of ignoring it until the last minute. Like you said, I was scared, so I ran away from it without even giving it a shot. It wasn’t fair to you, and it wasn’t fair to us.” He’s focuses on you now, listening carefully as you talk. “Just so you know, I never blamed you for how you reacted. I deserved it.”

He shifts his body towards you, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t deserve that. I didn’t even say goodbye.”

You blink away the oncoming tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Eren. We can do that now.”

The stillness that follows is concerning. He studies you with an unreadable expression, contemplating. Then, he leans closer to you, elbow resting on the center console, his breath tickling your cheeks, whispering, “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

You gravitate towards him, lessening the space between you, gazing at his lips. “You don’t?”

“I never wanted to in the first place.”

Drifting forward, you rest your forehead to his, the skin-to-skin contact rekindling the spark that burned so brightly not too long ago. “Eren.”

“I miss you,” he confesses. “Every fucking day.”

His lips graze yours, eyes watching you, waiting. Unable to hold back any longer, you kiss him, melting into him seamlessly. The two years of remorse vanish in an instant, and you’re transported in time, as if you were never apart. You touch your palm on his chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your fingertips. He slides his hand around the nape of your neck, cradling you gently, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft on yours, prudent and delicate, careful not to overbear you.

You pull off to catch your breath, clutching at his t-shirt so that’s it’s bunched into your fist. “I missed you, Eren.”

He swallows loudly, eyes half-lidded in a daze. “I missed you so fucking much,” he mutters, driving his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you desperately now. He drinks you up like he’s dying of thirst, the only cure to his drought. You match him, opening wider, swirling your tongue with his. His lips trail to your neck, sucking on the pulse point beneath your chin.

“Eren,” you moan, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love hearing you say my name. Fuck,” he swears, licking at the spot. He marks you on the other side, nibbling lightly at your skin with his teeth. “Did you ever think about me?”

“Every day,” you admit, eyes closed as he moves to your ear, pinching your lobe between his lips. “And you?”

“All the time,” he answers. He breaks away, cupping your cheek tenderly in his palm. “I’m still in love with you. I love you.”

Your breath hitches, throat tight with emotion, though you manage to utter, “I love you too.”

He beams at you before suggesting, “Should we get out of here? Go to my place?”

Tugging at his collar, you shake your head with a smirk. “I can’t wait that long.”

Understanding what you’re implying, he suggests, “Backseat?”

You give him a wet smooch and a nod. He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you that needy for me, baby? Can’t even wait to go home?”

Glancing at his lap, the evident bulge protruding from his sweats, you scoff at him playfully. “Don’t act like you aren’t either. Look how big you are already.”

He grins, exiting the driver’s side and quickly sliding into the backseat, spreading his legs wide, hoisting his shirt off to reveal his chiseled torso. “You’re right. I’ve been waiting two years, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

You follow him to the rear, shrugging your blouse and pants off hastily until you’re down to your underwear. He marvels at your bare figure, licking his lips while you kneel beside him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, scanning you up and down, almost in disbelief. “Would you think about me whenever you touched yourself?”

Nestled to his lap, ass sticking out, you nod, rubbing your face on the erection straining against the fabric. “I only thought about you, Eren.”

“Fuck,” he groans, mesmerized. He pets you, brushing his thumb across your cheeks. “Me too, sweetie. No one makes me come the way you do.” He lifts his hips to slide his bottoms and boxers down his legs, exposing his hard cock standing stiff and pretty, glistening with precum leaking from the tip.

You’re salivating, spit coating your entire mouth, hungry for his cock. Without wasting another second, you swallow him, surrounding him in your wet heat until he hits the back of your throat. He bucks up slightly, thighs trembling beneath you. “Fuck,” he swears, trailing your spine, gliding to your ass. “Always so good to me.” He slips beneath your panties, teasing your entrance. “Can I fuck you with these fingers? Please?”

You nod with his cock in your mouth, slurping the drool trickling on his shaft, bobbing on him. He slides one in, then another, pumping them in and out of you as you moan around his dick. He wriggles inside you, stimulating your sweet spot, gushing on his digits with your first orgasm. His follows immediately after, his load spurting onto your tongue, guzzling every last drop of him.

You release him, turning over so your head is resting on his lap, peering up at his face. His hand is between your legs, rubbing the soft plush of your thighs, smiling down at you. He teases your clit, flicking his wet fingers on it, causing you to whine.

“You still like it when I play with you like this,” he purrs, watching you twitch from the pleasure. “My good girl always comes so much for me.” He caresses your forehead gently, toying with your swollen bud. “Can you give me another one, princess?” Too many times do you remember him pleasuring you, sitting in the passenger seat, you gripping to his wrist, directing his hand to your pussy. Tonight is no different; he’s just as relentless, tapping away at you until your creaming for him once more.

“I need to fucking taste you,” he growls, slipping his fingers past his lips, licking them. “Sit up, sweetie. Ride me while you make me hard again.”

It’s clumsy maneuvering in the cramped space, but eventually, you get into position. He’s below you, slurping at your sopping pussy as you’re bent over his cock, licking the head as you stroke him off. The windows begin fogging up, the air sweltering and humid. Your knee digs uncomfortably into the cushion, the other hangs off the edge of the seat, foot planted to the floor. Eren manages to fit his impressive stature, one leg angled and stretched towards the driver’s side, the other laid across the backseat, enough space for you to blow him while you ride his face.

“I missed this sloppy cunt,” he muffles, spreading his tongue on you. He spits, smearing his frothy saliva across your clit, puckered around it, sucking.

Once he’s hard again, you beg, “Fuck me, Eren.” You’re close to another climax and you’re desperate to come with him in you this time. “Please.”

He laughs, lifting you off, his face glossy with your slick, covering his nose, mouth, and chin. “Whatever you want, princess.” He sits up against the seat, legs splayed like a throne for you to sit pretty on. You straddle his lap, rubbing your pussy on his cock before guiding it into your entrance.

You both drawl out, “Fuck,” kissing messily, arms wrapped around each other in a snug embrace. You ride him feverishly as he fucks up into you, gripping onto your hips tightly, bouncing you on his dick. You’re both sweating immensely, the temperature in the car sweltering, but neither of you mind it, too concentrated on each other’s orgasms, too addicted to the high you’re chasing together.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” he groans, picking up the pace, his thighs slapping lewdly against your ass.

“Come inside me, Eren. Fill me up,” you whimper, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Yeah? You want it? Take it then. Take it sweetheart.” His eyes are shut tight as he shoots his load, thick cock pulsing inside you. You ride out your orgasm with him, scattering delicate kisses on his face. He grins, gazing at you with a hazy expression.

“What’s that look for?” you ask, booping his nose.

“Nothing,” he replies, cheeks rounded into a bigger smile. He squeezes your face between his palms. “I’m just happy. So unbelievably happy right now.”

You place your hands over his, leaning into his touch. “Me too.”

You stay comfortably like this for a few minutes, Eren cracking the windows open to let out some steam. You joke, “So, are you still going to sell me this car?”

He chuckles. “How about I give it to you. I was going to anyways.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It was supposed to be a peace offering. But I like this outcome way better.”

“Me too. But I’m not going to just take it from you. Let me pay you for it.”

He tips your chin to look at you, grinning wide. “How about you move in with me instead?”

“What?” you giggle, unable to contain your smile, thrilled by the suggestion.

“Move in with me,” he repeats, nuzzling his nose to yours.

“Isn’t this is a little too soon, considering we just got back together?”

He stretches his arms out, relaxing into the seat, smirking at you. “We already wasted two years without each other, I’m not wasting any more time.”

You scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.”

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violet-1scrazy · 3 months ago

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THE COST OF LOVE. - Armin A.

Word Count: 1,700+

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Summary: Y/N, a skilled soldier, fights in the war against Marley. After being injured by a gunshot, she continues to battle alongside her comrades. As the fight intensifies, she boards the airship with her group, hoping for safety, but things take a tragic turn.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, guns, killing, character death, ANGST (lmk if i miss anything)

‼️PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE‼️

Chaos.

That was the only word that could describe the state of this place. Eren Yaeger has declared war on Marley. This war was started to take revenge on the people who bestowed all of the numerous tragedies upon Paradis.

The 'devils' of Paradis swarmed Marley like flies. Their new-and-improved regimental uniforms helped them blend into the night. Their ODM gear were equipped with these new guns that were easy to weild around. These 'devils' fought. Fought for not only their life, but also for the ones their foes killed in cold blood.

Warriors from each side used their power of the titans. Jaw, Beast, Cart, War Hammer, Attack, Colossal. Their roars echoed in the night.

Y/N was a skilled veteran from the scouts 104th cadet corps. She swung from house to house with her ODM gear. Marleyans began to fight back with their rifles. Y/N wasn't prepared for this. She weaved through the bullets flying around her. The grapple of her ODM gear lodged into a parapet on top of one Marley's building.

Puffs of gas shot out from her gear, sending her to the roof. As she moved, a Marleyan stood on the soil below her, their gun trained on her. Just before she reached the top, they shot their gun. A bullet lodged into her arm. This disrupted her movement, sending her tumbling down on the roof.

Y/N sat up, clutching her arm and gritting her teeth. "Damnit." She muttered under breath. Blood oozed through her knit fingers, heating up her cold hand. She sat herself up, back pressed against the parapet. The sound of gunshots rung in her ears, the screeching of ODM gear distinct. "This won't stop me." Those four words repeated in her head.

Her thoughts were interupted when she felt the roof start to rumble below her. When she looked up, her eyes were met with the night sky being illuminated. Once she turned her head to the right, her ears were bombarded with the sound of an explosion. Bright yellow and orange light met the dark sky, nearly making it look as if it were day time. This meant the plan was on the right track.

"Armin..." Y/N whispered to herself. She looked towards where the explosion came from to see the Colossal titan. Armin took out Marley's back up. Thousands of soldiers wiped out in the blink of an eye. Ironic how Armin caused Marley's port to dry up from the explosion, leaving the surrounding area a glowing red. The Colossal was truly a god of destruction.

Y/N knew this wasn't the time to sit around and mope. She couldn't let Armin distract her. Y/N shot her ODM gear again, swinging with her un-injured arm. She unloaded her gun into the bodies of Marleyan shoulders, watching them drop dead. Once her gun was empty, she found and grouped up with Jean, Connie, Saha, and other cadets. Y/N assumed they took down the Cart titan.

They all hunkered down on a roof along the path of lights that were placed to direct the air ship. Y/N took the time to reload her gun. "Jean, It's here." Connie broke the silence. "Yeah. It's right on time." Jean replied, Y/N felt hopeful.

The plan was to grapple onto the bottom of the ship and eliminate enemies from below. As the air ship passed above the building, the group lodged their ODM gear into the base of it. Y/N pushed off the roof, swinging into the night sky. She pointed her gun at her opposers below, firing her gun once more. She winced as the vibrations of her gun shot up her arm, her gunshot wound aching.

The air ship flew above Marley's internment zone, street lights illuminating the ground below. The city was destroyed, buildings crumbled, debris in the streets. Y/N felt a pang of guilt and shame looking down but she had to remind herself what these people did. All of the lives they took.

Y/N was brought back into the moment once they were instructed to get into the air ship. "C'mon Y/N!" Jean reminded her. Y/N took one last look at the place. Her rage and ambition pushed the feeling of remorse down. This wasn't the time to feel bad. With Jean already climbing through the open door, Y/N took a huff of the air before retracting her ODM wire and heading towards safety.

Y/N felt a large sense of hope. She prayed to the gods that Armin would be inside the ship waiting for her. She just wanted to be with him after all of this chaos.

Jean and Connie reached their hand out for Y/N as she grabbed onto the netting just below them. Y/N smiled. She was happy all of the people she loved the most were okay. Sure it was kind of selfish, but it was what she felt in the moment.

Y/N reached her bloody hand out for the two, everything felt like it was going right. That was until one Marleyan soldier aimed their gun. Aimed their gun at Y/N.

The boom of the shot rang into the night. The bullet trained on Y/N flew through the air. The bullet pierced her skin and ultimately landed lodged into her chest.

Y/N's hand faltered but Connie and Jean acted fast. They reached and grabbed onto her blood covered arm and hoisted her into the ship.

They laid her on the floor, her blood creating a trail from the door. Y/N could barely talk. All she could think about was Armin. She didn't care about the hands that were patching her wound. She just wanted the hands holding her to be her lovers.

Meanwhile in the head of the ship, Armin was watching Levi discuss their alliance with Zeke after disciplining Eren. Armin fidgeted with his fingers nervously. "Is Y/N okay? Is she...alive?" those words repeated in his head. He didn't care about the words the people around him were saying.

"She's bleeding out! Get some bandages, hurry!" Jean yelled out to the others around him. Sasha kneeled beside Y/N, holding her hand. "You're gonna get s-some help okay!" Sasha rubbed her thumb on Y/N's hand. Connie's brows furrowed with worry as he looked down at them.

Y/N's eyes looked panicked as she focused on the brown haired girls words. She couldn't move at all, her chest burning with pain. The blood from both her gunshot wounds mixed on the wood floor. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and palms.

One of the cadets grabbed bandages and brought them over to Y/N. He quickly turned her to her side, wrapping the wound in the center of her chest. "Stay with us Y/N!" Sasha clutched the girls bloody hand.

The moment those words hit Armin's ears, his heart dropped.

The blonde haired boy quickly turned around and ran out of the room. His breath caught in his throat as the feeling of dread washed over him.

The door opened loudly and his eyes were met with Y/N's body laying on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest. "Y/N!" Armin cried out, not caring if he disturbed the others. He rushed to her aid, Mikasa following just behind him. Jean and Sasha stood up and backed away from Y/N.

"Y/N." Armin said once more as he kneeled beside her. His hand found hers, clutching it tightly. His eyes immediately looked to the blood pooled around her on the floor. His knees, now were drenched in her crimson.

Her ears rung loudly as she laid there. The blood that flowed from the hole in her chest was overwhelming and painful. Y/N's teeth clenched, her vision a blur. Out of all of the voices that were mixed with the throbbing in her ears, one voice stood out. Armin.

"Y/N, can you hear me? S-Say something please.." Armin snuck his hand around the back of her neck. His eyes dared to spill tears as he spoke, his voice cracking. Mikasa sat opposite of him, holding Y/N's other hand.

"Armin..." Y/N managed to utter out, her voice barely above a whisper. Small tears left Y/N's eyes, dripping down to her temples and into her hair. Her hands weakly grabbed Armin's and Mikasa's. The boy momentarily felt relieved as he heard Y/N speak.

"I'm right here." he spoke, "I'm right here." He reassured her, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand. Y/N's face showed less and less emotion every second that passed.

Armin was at a loss for words. There was nothing he could do but watch her pained expressions as tears fell down her face. "Y/N, hold on please. I can't do this without you." His hand moved away from under her and to her cheek, carressing it.

Armin's touch was usually soothing and comforting to Y/N but when his fingers brushed along her skin this time, her whole body was wracked with pain. It's not his fault though. The blood oozing from her chest and arm stained the bandages wrapped around her.

Y/N's sight grew darker by every passing second, her eyelids felt heavier and heavier. The ringing in her ears dulled down.

"It'll be okay." he continued, desperately trying to convince her but also himself. His voice cracked as he spoke, his bottom lip quivering.

Just before Y/N's grip of Armin's hand faltered she squeezed it three times. Her arm then went limp, the weight being held by Armin. Her breathing slowed, as her gaze went to the ceiling, her eyelids lowered enough to almost fully cover her eyes.

With his other hand, Armin ran his fingers through her hair just like he usually did, holding her hand delicaitaly with his other.

Her body laid still now, her heartbeat slowed and her chest basically stopped moving. Armin was losing her, and he knew it. He could do nothing silently cry by her side, praying that somehow she would make it through this.

With one final breath, Y/N died. Died with the person she loved most holding her. His hands soft as silk, just as she remembered. His eyes, as blue as the sea were drowned with salty tears.

As much as Armin tried to hold back his cries, he just couldn't anymore. He let himself cry, not caring if anyone else in the ship witnessed him mourn his lover.

He sobbed, holding her hand tightly in his own as he whispered those three words over and over again in her ear.

"I love you."

Author's Note (PLS READ‼️) : PLEASE give me feedback, i need to know if u guys liked this💔 my inbox is open so i encourage you guys to send me prompts. i can write for aot, jjk, scream, demon slayer, twd, lad, i think thats it for now but PLEAASSEEEEE lmk what u guys thought of this

THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR ILY❤️

i genuinely pulled all of this outa my ass bc i thought of this prompt randomly at midnight

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ye4gerism · 13 days ago

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part one

word count 3.1k

content tags/warnings harassment (briefly) college au, slow burn, awkward situations, coming of age, black reader friendly

author’s note i started writing this when the frat boy eren fanfics were trending briefly last month. i realized in my 4 years of writing on tumblr, i had never written a proper aot college au with dominican connie, best friend sasha/hitch, and frenemy mikasa.

synopsis sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part two

"Anonymous" 37m

I heard Mikasa dumped Jean lol

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Everyone knew sophomores Jean and Mikasa were the athletic power couple of the University of Paradis. He was a lacrosse player, and she was a gymnast - both at the D1 level. And most importantly, they were both hot. Why that's a prominent factor? Who knows?

Here's something you need to know - Fizzle, the love child between Chirp and Rebbit, and any university student's worst nightmare. God forbid you're caught wearing your most comfortable but uncoordinated outfit - they'll tear you into pieces.

But hey, you're here for school. You keep your head low, you go to your classes, go to club meetings - doing what makes your tuition worth paying.

"Girl, did you see Fizzle? The lacrosse team is throwing tonight!" Hitch was your roommate - heavily involved in sorority life and she loved to party. She was your polar opposite but you loved her as she brought so much life and laughter to college. And free shit (Hitch aspires to be an influencer). She also has a boyfriend, meaning she was gone most weekends - that was the cherry on top.

"The lacrosse team is throwing tonight...? What does that even mean? They aren't a frat," you say matter-of-factly. "And it's a Thursday night. Why would you want to go out?" You were at your desk, finishing up a big project due this weekend - what business did you have at any party?

Hitch, sitting on her bed, rolls her eyes. Her side of the room was spring-themed - a lot of yellows and pastel greens. Her desk was moderately organized - skincare and makeup were left out from this morning. Her bulletin board was decorated with a whiteboard calendar and photos of her boyfriend, Marlo.

Your side was tailored to your taste - your desk was very neat, you opted for a paper calendar and books were your main source of decor.

"Well, nobody has Friday classes like you, weirdo," Hitch teased. You roll your eyes - of course, you were majoring in such a topic that required some extra time.

"Okay listen, the party starts at 10:30 - nobody gets there that early but since with have class, I'll bring you back at 11:30. I'm willing to sacrifice some fun for you!" Hitch offered.

You look at her like she has three heads on her torso and then proceed to laugh. "Absolutely not. I'm not going to a lacrosse party on a Thursday night. What a stupid concept."

"Oh come on! We could get you in some sexy clothes! I know you want to pull from my closet," she baits. You always were curious about what it was like to dress as confidently and freely as Hitch, who showed up to class in tight shorts and tiny tops. It wasn't that you thought she was inappropriate - it was college, so you never put a lot of effort into your look. A simple t-shirt or sweater and a weekly rotation of the same four jeans worked for you.

"You know you want to-"

You give in. "Okay, just this once! But I get back at 11:20."

"Even better: 11:15!"

“Damn girl, you look hawt! Marlo, doesn't she look hot?"

You had stepped out of your shared bathroom with a completely new look - light makeup done by Hitch and a denim mini skirt, cheetah print top, and black platform sandals combo donated by her as well.

Marlo, who has Hitch on his lap, doesn't respond to her question. Hitch is cuddled up against him on her anti-suicide chair. She gives him a pointed look before smiling at you. "You look hot. I don't know why he isn't saying anything but you look hot."

"Maybe because I'm your boyfriend," he says, "But you look good Y/N."

"See how easy that was? Acting all weird..."

You drain Hitch's voice out for a moment and look at yourself in the mirror.

'This skirt is crazy short,' you thought. It brought out curves you had never really taken note of. You didn't look bad. When Hitch had offered to style you, you thought you were taking a class in clownery but no, she actually made you look really good.

"Well, we better get going." Hitch gets off of Marlo's lap. She offers him a hand and he gets up.

"Let's go have you some fun!"

The walk to the Lacrosse was a ten-minute walk. It seemed short on the way there but what about the walk back?

"Hey Hitch," you start curiously. She hums in response. "Are you planning on drinking?"

"Well, we didn't pre-game and it's like, what, your first night out? I gotta keep an eye on you and remember this huge milestone for you," she explains.

"For me?" you question.

"Mhm. We're gonna get some alcohol in that system!" she says too excitedly. Marlo gives her a concerned look.

"We won't make you drink or try anything you don't want to. But we'll keep you safe, that is 100 percent certainty," Marlo reassures. Hitch nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what he said."

You reach the home and there's a line building up. You observe three players up front quizzing desperate guests and either rejecting them or letting them in.

"Is the night over if they don't let us in?" you ask with hope in your voice. This was already way too much.

"Oh, they'll let us in. They'd be crazy not to," Hitch slyly responds.

The line moves ahead and you're finally at the front, giving you a better look at the players guarding the front of the house.

"Floch, Reiner, Porco." Hitch bats her eyes at the teammates and you see Marlo rolling his eyes.

"Hey Hitch." The redhead's tone is a little too excited. He has a devious look on his face as he looks Hitch up and down. "Looking to have some fun?"

"Aren't we all, Floch?" Marlo cuts in. Floch's face drops in annoyance.

"Ignore him. Go get yourself a drink, Marlo," the super duper tall blonde says. You assume he's Reiner. You've seen him around campus a few times.

The teammates move out of the way to let your group in but then they suddenly block your path. Your heart jumps; although you kind of did not want to do this, you also didn't want to be rejected by some athletes.

"And who are you?" This last guy, with his hair pushed back, must be Porco. He takes your body in, his eyes stopping at your hips. He clearly isn't paying attention to you anymore, so you look up at Reiner, waiting to be told to go home.

"She's with us." Marlo clasps a hand on Reiner's shoulder. Porco stops ogling you and moves a bit to let you in. You hear a whispered "damn" as you enter the lacrosse house, at which Marlo grabs your hand. "Fucking dogs," Marlo grumbles.

You're in an awkward position: Marlo's arm over Hitch and his hand gripping yours. You've never been this close to your roommate's boyfriend - you guys don't even talk often. You always took note of him walking down the hallway either in an academic hall or in the commons. Maybe you flashed him a quick smile or even waved, so this was weird.

"Connie!" Hitch wiggles out of Marlo's arm and waves excitedly at her friend. You look in the direction of where she's waving and see a tanned boy with a grey buzzcut. Besides him is a brunette with bangs dressed in a white tube top, black flared leggings, and white cowboy boots. She looks up at the sound of Hitch's voice and immediately runs to her, wrapping her up in a hug the minute she reaches her.

"Hey girlie," the cowboy boots girl greets, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, well," Hitch gestures to Marlo, "He's been keeping me away." She looks over her shoulder at you.

"This is Y/N, my roommate," she introduces.

"Oh, you're the one who doesn't go out!" Cowboy Boots says excitedly. Your stomach feels an automatic pang as your eyes frantically look over at Hitch. She shrugs.

"Well, I'm Sasha. Hitch and I are in SHE sisters," the girl introduces herself.

"She?" you question.

"Sigma Hera Epsilon," Hitch corrects, "You should know this."

"Well, if she's not going out a lot, you can't blame her," another voice says. That Connie guy. He rests his chin on her shoulder. "Nice to finally meet cha, Y/N."

You give him a shy wave. Did these guys think you were some sort of homebody loser?

"Can I have a drink?" you ask no one in particular.

"Let me take you to the kitchen and see if we can get you anything good." Connie offers his hand to you, which you reluctantly take.

You follow him around the house and grow increasingly concerned when you start to realize that the house is even more packed than before. How were you going to find Hitch? This place had music blasting everywhere and knowing her, you probably won't be able to reach her tonight.

You and Connie stop at a dining table. "Okay, all of our juices are here - jungle juice, vodka lemonade. You can mix whatever you want here," he explains. He takes you into the kitchen. "We have all of our box wines here and of course, we have a keg outside. But I have a feeling you might not be into that."

Shit - can he read the anxiety off your face? Connie picks up a solo cup and fills it with white wine. He presents the cup to you. "You look like you need this."

You're hesitant but you take it and sip out of the cup. It's surprisingly sweet and not as bad as you imagined.

"You like?" he asks. You don't give him an answer and it makes the atmosphere between you two awkward. "Ok! You know where everything is if you're up for more."

Connie leaves you alone in the kitchen and you try to calm yourself down. 'Where can I find Hitch?' you think. She'd probably be making out with Marlo or chatting it up with that Sasha girl. Did you want to get in the way of that? You decide to leave the kitchen and work your way through the crowd - maybe you'll run into a classmate. You take nervous sips as you walk deeper into the crowd and you slowly feel like you're losing yourself.

That is until you bump into that redhead from earlier. Floyd? Flint? Something. There's a beat to his steps and by the way he sways, you can tell he's drunk.

He grabs onto your hips, grounding you. "Hey pretty girl," he starts, "Where's your friend?" You don't answer, as you're fixated on figuring out what his name is. You know it, so why isn't it coming to mind?

Your heart picks up.

"You know, I thought Hitch was cute but you're pretty cute too. What's your name?" He pulls you closer to him and he starts to grind. Now you felt like you were going to die. Your first party and someone decided they would get handsy with you.

"Paisley," you lie. His eyebrows raise and he pauses.

"You don't look like a Paisley." He then proceeds to laugh. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. "What's your real name?" The redhead grips you tighter than before making it harder to think of a reasonable name. One of his hands roams elsewhere on your body building up panic in your body. Your eyes frantically scan the room for someone you know.

"Looking for your friend? She-"

You aren't doing to drink this wine. Your arm raises and your wrist flicks in such a way that causes the redhead to be drenched in what was once in your cup. He pushes you away and onto the floor, causing you to knock other people down with you.

"You stupid fucking slut! Are you stupid?" he shrieks. The crowd around you starts to quiet and you begin to feel embarrassed. He was the one acting touchy but he's on the team, so you'd look bad regardless.

"Hey Floch, lay off her."

You look up and see a really tall guy - he has to be on the team. He crouches down to your level and offers you a hand. You observe his muscular arm - oh yeah, he definitely has to be on the team. You take his hand and he helps you up.

"Let's get you out of here," he says. Floch's face is red from embarrassment. It's the last sight you see before your head hangs low. Your hero wraps his arm around your shoulder and escorts you out. Does your roommate care where you are?

"Reiner, 'scuse me,” he says, squeezing past the blond guarding the door.

Oh shit. You're already at the front of the house. How embarrassing. Your first party went to shit.

"What's up, Jean?" Reiner asks. Jean? Like Mikasa Jean? Your head snaps up to get a look at him - you actually didn't even know what he looked like. You were just familiar with that Fizzle post. He's wickedly handsome - so it's either Mikasa missed out or he's insanely evil.

Jean ignores Reiner and walks you to the sidewalk in front of the house. It's less crowded now as everyone who wanted to show up was in the house. You can finally get some fresh air instead of inhaling sweat and alcohol.

"Did you come with anyone?" Jean asks. He removes his arm from your shoulder and places both of his hands in his pockets. It's dark out but the streetlight above the both of you highlights his muscular arms.

"Hitch." Where was she anyway? Was she too far to see what had happened? Would Marlo hook up with her at the lacrosse house? He didn't seem like the type.

"Oh, that bitch? Let me walk you home," he offers.

"Oh, you don't have to! I know the way back," you say sheepishly. You don't like that he called your roommate a bitch so you start to walk away but he grabs your wrist. It spooks you and he immediately lets go.

"Sorry...didn't mean to grab you like that. I can't let you walk alone."

You're silent for a moment. "Listen, I appreciate you but I have a feeling it may not be a good idea. I don't know much about you other than the fact that your ex-girlfriend dumped you and you're on the lacrosse team."

His head cocks back and you scratch the back of your neck apologetically.

"Sorry. Last thing I want is for anyone to make up rumors about you walking me to my room," you reason.

"Can I have your number then? Just to make sure you're safe?" Jean offers. You think for a moment. It wouldn't be a bad idea, since the people you came with abandoned you and left you vulnerable.

You whip up your phone and begin to recite your number.

"Awesome, perfect. And what's your name? I assume you know mine." He smiles wide.

"It's Y/N," you say softly.

"Y/N," he repeats softly. You stare at each other for a moment before he breaks eye contact to press the green button on his phone. Your phone rings and you pick up.

"Get home safe," Jean says. You turn on your foot and start your journey back home.

The walk home was peaceful, which was a weird thing for you to even think as the past hour was anything but. You have Jean on speaker and you can hear the rustle of his pants.

"So..." His voice startles you. "What's your major?"

"Public Relations," you answer, "You?"

"Fine Arts and Political Science."

Your eyes widen. "You're actually here to learn?" you joke.

Luckily it lands as you hear him chuckling. Unfortunately, you do have to cut him off as you're already at your residence hall. "Well, I'm about to tap in. Thanks for saving me back there," you say.

"Any time, Y/N. Have a good night." He hangs up immediately and you take this as a sign to move on.

You make it back to your room and decide to wash off the smell of alcohol and sweat. You take off Hitch's clothes, fold them neatly, and place them on her bed.

You step into the shower and turn the heat up midway.

"What a weird night," you mutter to yourself.

You're better off sticking to your books.

When you woke up for class the next morning, you found Hitch sprawled out in her bed, still in her clothes from the night prior. You had a feeling she'd still be knocked out from last night and maybe she'd be gone the minute you got out of class. You didn't want to talk about last night with her. She completely went against her word.

You reach the dining hall and settle down in a booth. You hide your face in your hands and groan. Some coffee should do you some good. Before you get up, Marlo approaches your table with a plate. You scowl at him.

"Okay, hey, I'm sorry. Hitch is a little bit more accident-prone than you are. If anyone's going to hurt themselves, it's her." Marlo places the plate on the table.

Marlo's face loses its color. "What?" You purse your lips and nod.

"Yep. I'll never go out with either of you again," you promise.

"Ok, Y/N wait-"

"Y/N!" You turn your head. Jean. He's walking towards you with his tray of dirty dishes. What on earth could he possibly want from you?

"Glad to see you got back in one piece," he greets. He has really pretty eyes - a nice mixture of green and brown.

Before you have a chance to respond, he keeps talking. "Mind if I ask you a quick question?" He stops to acknowledge Marlo. "Private convo, buddy. Mind giving us some space?"

Marlo looks between you and Jean, slightly offended. He picks up his place and walks elsewhere.

Jean looks right, then left before looking you in the eye and lowering his voice. "Hey so, you know how I got broken up with? I need a rebound. No one knows you and you seem like a pretty nice person. Wanna pretend to be girlfriend until I get drafted?"

"Anonymous" 6hr

LMAOOOO WHO WAS THAT GIRL WHO THREW A DRINK AT FLOCH???

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#jean kirschstein x black reader #jean kirstein x black reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean x black!reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot fanfiction

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dead-dolphins · 24 days ago

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an idea i have for princess mikasa and general eren... sort of (?

well, first of all, this takes place in my version of paradis, the same world where fics like little forest and chemical hype boy happen. and if you’ve read little forest, you’ll remember it mentions how paradis was under marleyan rule for quite a few years. that occupation officially ends in 1895, five years later when the events of little forest, which is set in 1900. and yeah, it left the country absolutely wrecked. broken economy, fractured borders, and a ton of people who just disappeared during the chaos.

so now, in the early stages of rebuilding, the paradis military is scrambling to restore order. they're hunting down war criminals, recovering stolen records, and — most importantly — trying to track the missing. and that’s where this story starts:

paradis is in shambles. marley’s pulling out, but not cleanly, the scars they’ve left run deep. entire towns have been flattened, families disappeared, the nobility dismantled, records burned. in the power vacuum, the military of paradis is trying to pick up the pieces, rounding up war criminals, identifying the missing, restoring what’s left of order. and that’s where eren comes in.

eren is a paradis-born man that is now named as general when marley went away. he’s grown up under marleyan occupation, seen what it’s done to his people, and now he’s part of the force trying to reclaim what's left. he’s been assigned to help track disappearances tied to human trafficking, one of the ugliest consequences of the war, when he finds her. mikasa.

at first, he doesn’t know who she is. she’s quiet, bloodied, chained. but even in that state, she carries herself like someone who doesn’t break. and then the truth comes out: she’s a princess from hizuru, originally sent to paradis as part of a political marriage, a symbolic alliance that never happened because the war exploded too quickly. her family tried to get her back, but they were caught and killed. mikasa was left behind and eventually taken by traffickers, just one more name on a growing list of missing women.

when eren brings her in, his superior officers tell him to forget about her. too dangerous. too complicated. if marley or their sympathizers find out who she really is, they’ll finish what they started — wipe her out, like they did with every other noble. so eren makes a decision: he marries her.

not out of romance. out of duty. protection. because if she becomes “mikasa yeager,” a soldier’s wife, she stops being a political asset or a royal target. she's just a woman trying to survive in the ashes of war. and the marriage gives her legal shelter under the new paradis authority, no one can take her without going through him.

of course, it’s not a love story. not yet.

eren is quiet. respectful. reluctant. he offers her comfort, privacy, security, but not affection. he never assumes closeness. he gives her space, but also watches her with this silent, unsettling attention, like he’s waiting to see who she really is underneath the title. like he’s scared of what she might become if she remembers everything she lost.

mikasa, for her part, says very little. she accepts the arrangement because it keeps her alive. but she is not passive. she is watching too. she knows eren saved her — not just from the traffickers, but from the fate of being a symbol. she owes him something… but she doesn’t know what. not trust. not yet.

and over time, in the quiet of their shared home, the distance between them shifts. not through declarations, but through small things: shared glances over breakfast, the way she lights a lamp before he gets home, the way he sharpens her knives without asking.

but nothing stays still for long.

the old marleyan collaborators still in hiding want her dead. her name begins to resurface. and eren realizes that marrying her may have saved her once, but if he's going to protect her for real, it’s going to cost him everything.

#eremika #deaddolphins thoughts #princess of hizuru #mr general eren

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ackerink · 3 months ago

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ׅ ◞ detest ׅ 　𐚁̸ ㅤׂ l ackerman ׅ ⁄⁄͈

⠀ ༨ ﹒ cw 𓈒 fem reader. exploitation. remastered.

l ackerman is planned to arrive at paradis with one goal in mind, but you already suspected such, didn't you? to halt his attempt at killing you, hange helps you devise a plan where you've supposedly "lost your memory."

ׅ ༢ i. ﹒ next ﹙ troublesome ﹚

"levi ackerman, he's marley's strongest soldier." confirmed hange, their eyes glued onto the file miche handed to them.

the scent of cigarette smoke made levi's nose turn up in disgust though he tried not to show it in front of his marleyan superiors. "ackerman," one officer grouched, voice unceremonious in comparison to levi's who remained deferential and low. "we're sending you out on a mission." the officer said, looking crisp in his uniform and sleek boots despite his age. "to paradis island, we've sent a fleet of soldiers yet haven't seen the return of their warship in months." another sighed. levi heard rumors of the people occupying paradis island, scraps that other soldiers passed around from ear to ear. "they're growing in numbers. . ." levi muttered. the men talked amongst themselves as levi stood there in complete silence. if he were honest to himself, he hated marley, he hated how they treated their soldiers and he hated living in such a nation; avaricious officials and corrupt soldiers lingered in the ranks and no one batted an eye.

they were using him, exploiting him especially, like they did with every single man and woman in their forces. working him like a dog while also sending him out to do their dirty work. he was sure this mission to paradis was just another operation to have him snuff out someone of importance who posed a threat to the power of the motherland. "the commander of the survey corps, (reader) (last name)." an officer finally spoke, files say in front of them. "an ambitious woman, whom is constantly pioneering. . .we can't seem to ever get into her head, despite our many efforts of trying to make mutual concessions." he puts it plainly, buttering up his words before coating them in sugar—levi had an idea of the truth. "take her out, we don't care how but we need her gone." another chimed in, teeth rotting in his mouth. the sight made levi grimace so hard he almost lost his stoic expression to his ever-growing repugnance. "when you succeed, our operation to take over paradis island will begin."

"dissmissed." they didn't have to tell levi twice, the door closed behind him and his face finally contorted into a sour face of intolerable anger. he will sail to paradis island up top a boat big enough for one, he was sure. not for the sake of his nation, or for the interest of his superiors; for himself, for once he would do something for himself. he wanted to see what you were made of, the great, disobedient commander—one with authority yet stood humble with her soldiers, pointing men and women in the direction of glory. graced with intelligence and integrity, something he wasn't sure a soul in the marleyan military had. he couldn't deny that in his soul he grinned at the idea of bringing someone like you down, someone as great as you.

"and? is marley sending another fleet with him on it?" you asked, hand rubbing at your chin. hange shook their head, looking up to meet your gaze. "most likely not, ma'am." they snorted. "but i have a feeling they will try something, marley has been awfully quiet ever since their fleet came barging in; on our land." they practically threw the file back onto the coffee table, leaning back in the leather sofa. "we've got to come up with something before they strike, if anything; they're probably going to send that man here to assassinate you." miche offered an idea, the sun kissing his hair; reflecting a more golden shine to his brown-ish strands. "you're right." you groaned, rubbing your temples in contemplation. "pretend you've lost your memory. any trace of it." hange said, their voice now serious though you found the idea to be somewhat amusing.

"really now?" you chuckled. "and how, pray tell—would that work?" you urged for more, practically and literally sitting on the edge of your seat. "well, if you're willing to listen. . ." hange smiled.

the ship dipped against the ocean's rough waves, swaying in every direction as levi looked on. "we're almost there." he muttered to himself, seeing the island in the far distance; big yet evergreen. "those fucking devil's will be lost when they lose their precious commander." a soldier snickered, his uniform dawned in the sun's orange hue. levi's hand traced his jaw, strong and sharp—flecked with a slight stubble. "make this quick, ackerman. a week is what the higher ups are giving you." another marleyan soldier spoke, gathering boxes against the back of the ship, even as it dips again.

"a week?" levi blinked away his surprise, it wouldn't take long for him to kill you and pin it on another person. . .would it?

cutlery clinked, the loud and boisterous mess hall erupted with laughter. the noise was mostly coming from the young cadets, happy to be there, happy to finally be called soldiers of the survey corps. you, on the other hand sat at the biggest table in the back, your spoon drowned in the brown stew that was served. hange was at your right, their finger underlining a small portion of what they wrote down on a piece of crumbled paper. eren and mikasa at your left, the two children were capable, it's what made you keep them closest to you. "commander," eren spoke up, his eyes darting between you and hange. "what's wrong, yeager?" you ask as you lift your head, expression molded into one of seriousness. "i…may i speak to you after lunch?" the boy's brow was covered in sweat, he couldn't help but feel nervous when speaking to you. "of course." you nod.

the ship had left and levi found himself alone, now his mission is finally in progress.

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sixpennydame · 1 year ago

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Summer Promises

A one-shot for the Levi Ackerman x Fem!OC series, North Star

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Word count: 1.7k

Tags: fluff; post-Rumbling world; postwar!Levi feeling the healing power of nature

Author's note: While this one-shot is part of the North Star world, it can still be enjoyed without having read the series.

But the story is best enjoyed while sitting under the trees.

Levi can’t recall ever enjoying summers in Paradis. It had always been unbearably hot and humid; every shred of his uniform sticking to his body making it difficult to move. Not to mention that summer was the busiest time of year for expeditions. Riding for hours in the heat, the only time he felt a cool breeze was when he was flying through the air on ODM gear. The sound of nearby thunder from a summer storm would mingle with the footsteps of titans, and the flowers that dotted the forest ground were often splattered with the blood of his comrades.

No, he had no good memories of summer.

He’d arrived in Mursa at the peak of the season and with no knowledge of mountain summers. But the moment he’d moved into your home he saw how much you treasured it: the fresh flowers neatly displayed on the breakfast table every morning, and the basket of vegetables from the garden under your arm. You opened every window in the house to let a crosswind cool the rooms, the gossamer fabric of the curtain blowing in the wind.

He started his walk to his job at the stables in the early dawn hours, when the sun had not yet burned off the heavy dew collecting on each leaf and flower, the birds just beginning their songs. He noticed that the air was cool and crisp in the mornings and evenings here, and you’d given him a jacket when you’d seen him bristle at the chill.

You -

If people could be seasons then he’d decided you were summer. You were bright and warm, and had a bustling energy about you. He could hear you humming in your garden when you were pulling weeds, humming when you put laundry on the line to dry. Always humming, always singing…

…he didn’t mind it.

“Come ride with me,” you said one day while visiting the stables. You were brushing your horse, Astrid, and she seemed to snort in approval. “You were saying you need to ride Demon more anyway, right?”

It’s true, he needed to get the stallion out and stretch its legs.

“Ok, but just for a quick ride. I need to get back and do the rest of today’s chores,” he answered.

“Pfft, you’ve done most of them already, the rest can wait. Besides, it’s summer!”

(This was something you often said, he’d realized - when you wanted to sleep in a little longer on the weekends, when you’d eat an extra helping of strawberries with cream, when you’d stay up too late reading a book - as if summer was some magical pass to do things you don’t normally do.)

“He’s fine to leave for a few hours, right Mathieu?”

The old man smiles, the deep wrinkles around his mouth deepening. “Levi works so efficiently, I barely have anything left for him to do today.” He grabs a saddle and gives it to Levi. “Go, enjoy the summer’s day.”

Once both horses are saddled, you and he ride out of the stables and into the meadow.

“Where to?” he asks, having a feeling you’ve got something in mind.

“We’re gonna ride up into those mountains a bit.” You point to a mountain range just to the west of the stables. “I have a place to show you that I think you’re gonna love.”

You look at him with a gleam in your eye. “Wanna race to the foot of the mountain?”

He liked this competitive side of you. “You know Demon and I will beat you.”

“Not if I get a head start!”

A gentle prod to Astrid’s and you’re off in a flash. Levi smirks and pets the side of Demon’s neck.

“Time to show off a little, eh?” Levi clicks his tongue and taps Demon’s sides, just as they’d practiced over the past week. The black stallion snorts, stomping the ground before he starts his cantor. It doesn’t take long before they’re neck-in-neck with you, but he says a command and Demon goes even faster. By the time you and Astrid reach the foot of the mountain, the other two are relaxed, Demon nibbling on some blades of grass.

“What was that about beating me?” Levi smirks.

You roll your eyes before moving past him, starting up a narrow trail that leads into the trees. He follows behind, welcoming the cool shade as you ride further up. There’s a rustling in the bushes and Levi whips his head toward the sound, suddenly on alert. A deer’s head rises, seemingly unbothered by their presence.

Levi sighs. Even after all these years, it’s hard not to think that any movement in a forest is a possible threat. He keeps his eyes on your back as you ascend, the trail too narrow for you to ride side by side. But it’s a well worn trail, Levi notices; whether it was you or someone else that created it, it’s been used often. You don’t speak a word the entire trek until suddenly the ground evens out and you stop.

“Here we are,” you declare in a sing-song voice, “my little hideaway.”

The dense foliage of the pine and elm trees has given way to a small clearing dotted with white and blue flowers, their petals open towards the sun as if greeting its warmth. It was almost perfectly circular, like it was cleared of trees and specifically made.

“Martin and I would come here when we were kids.” You step into the clearing. “We thought fairies made this place - it’s always felt so magical.”

“Fairies?”

“Magical beings that live in the forest.” Levi looks at you, perplexed. “There aren’t forest spirits where you’re from?”

“Not that I’m aware of. But there were plenty of things that wanted to kill us,” he replies.

“Fairies can be mischievous, but they’re usually kind and benevolent. Especially if you give them a gift.”

You take out a peach and a small bottle from your saddle bag and place it under a large tree next to the clearing. “They particularly like wine and fruit.”

“Who doesn’t,” Levi says, slightly to mock but he must admit, his interest has peaked. “Now what happens? Do they jump out of the trees or something?”

“No! That’s silly,” you answer. Your eyes shine as you take his arm and pull him into the center of the clearing. “I know you don’t believe in any of this stuff, but..”

You sit down, pulling him down with you. “...you’ll see, there’s something special about this place.”

Before Levi can respond, you’re lying down in the grass, your face towards the sky, just like the flowers around you. “Just lay down. Close your eyes. Listen.”

There’s something about the calm and confident way you voice those three commands, and the next thing he knows, he’s lying beside you, his arms crossed against his chest.

One final sigh of resignation, and he closes his eyes. He waits a few seconds, wondering if something will happen, and laughing at himself internally for even entertaining these kinds of foolish thoughts.

But then his breathing steadies, and he notices that it’s in rhythm with the breeze blowing through the trees around him: an in and out, as if the trees are also breathing.

He feels a tiny insect - probably an ant - walking across his hand, the tall grass brushing against his body.

He smells the scent of pine in the air, sweet and woody.

He hears the bird song around him - the same melody he hears every day, but now, he notices every note. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

There’s another sound - a voice in the air, but it’s not yours.

“Rest..” it says..

…

Levi opens his eyes to the sound of you humming in the distance. He sits up, blinking a few times to adjust to the changing lighting.

“You felt it, didn’t you?”

You’re picking some flowers next to a tree, twisting their stems into a flower crown.

He rubs the back of his neck before standing up and wipes off the grass from his pants. “How long was I out?”

“Oh, for about an hour. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.”

Levi walks over to the tree you’re sitting under and leans against the trunk. You look up and smile at him.

“The fairies tend to give us what we need most. Apparently, you needed rest.”

Levi does a mental scan of his body. He does feel rested, more than he has in a long time. His muscles are relaxed, and even his knee isn’t aching as much. He’s never been a superstitious person - he believes what his eyes and other senses tell him - but he has to admit, there is something special about this place.

He wants to ask you what you were given during your time in the clearing, and what you need most. And why you brought him, of all people,here.

Instead, he looks away, his face apathetic. “Yeah, well, an afternoon nap is never a bad idea.” He glances down to see you smiling at him. “What?” he asks defensively.

You smile so sweetly at him, he feels a slight heat to his cheeks.

“Oh…nothing…nothing,” you reply, standing up as you hold the flower crown. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Would you…come here again with me some time?’

He can feel the blush growing across his face now and he turns away, walking towards Demon, who’s grazing nearby. “Sure.”

“Promise?”

He looks back at you to see that you’ve now put the crown upon your head. The breeze blows some of your hair across your face, and he almost reaches out to push the strands behind your ear, but you beat him to it. Of all people, why would you want to spend time with him? You'd only just met him a little over a month ago. And what is it about you that makes him want to say yes to whatever you ask?

He can’t explain what it is about this place that makes it feel so special. Maybe it’s some natural phenomenon, maybe it is fairies.

Or maybe it’s just you.

He reaches out and straightens the crown on your head.

“I promise.”

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤: ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖! ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairing: Lensless!Invincible x Reader.

Warnings: None for this chapter, expect smut eventually however and overall dark themes. Mark takes over the world, violent fighting ect. Species extinction and Alien species propaganda and sleeper agent program also discussed.

Tags: Dubcon, Drinking, DrazenArtsFic(I myself am the NSFW).

Word Count: 2,885.

Chapter Links: Chapter 1,

A/N : This work of fiction is about the reader being part of a nearly extinct Alien species called ‘The Bellators,’ who were ancient historical rivals to the Viltrumites. Lensless is not in the Prologue as it’s about Readers last day on her planet. So only read if you want exposition and backstory. Otherwise I’ll see you in the next one hopefully sometime next week?

You gaze out at the beautiful night sky on Paradis, a beautiful but mostly resourceless “safe world” the Viltrumites had mostly ignored. It was given to you and your people by the coalition after your home was taken many centuries ago, or at least that’s how the history goes.

Your people are the stuff of legends, a myth. Long ago the last defenders of the galaxy of Redemptio Subsinctus, one of the first galaxies to be targeted by Viltrumite conquest. It’s said the Bellators gave the Viltrumites a run for their money, but back then, before the Viltrumite civil war, there were many, and your people couldn’t keep up, so those who were left were forced to abandon the planet to avoid extinction and brought here to live out the rest of your days in pitiful disgrace after failing to save the weaker life forms in your galaxy.

As you think about your people's disgraced legacy, a voice interrupts your thoughts.

“______ there you are! I’ve been searching all over the compound for you. Come on, the meeting with the coalition agent is starting soon.”

You quickly turn to see a young man your age his baby blue skin contrasts with your own light lavender hue, your parents from different nations but all bellators nonetheless. “Agustinus.” You murmur, looking at one of your fellow warriors and friend fondly. You don’t say much at first as you follow him back inside towards the building, only making casual talk about the event as you walk the halls.

“So… you think they’ve sent the unopian to talk to us once again?” You ask nonchalantly, a hint of dryness in your voice.

“Well, who else would they send, my dear? He is supposed to be the most relatable to us after all. Nearly extinct, strong. Not very flexible, though.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. You didn’t have a problem with Allen, but his goal was clear: to recruit more sleeper agents to attempt to spy on Viltrum's colonies. Your people are one of the few adaptable enough to make such agents and blend in despite your unusual appearance.

As you both reach the room, you quiet down, the antennas on your little heads slightly wobbling as you come to a stop, taking your positions in the rather small line of eligible recruits.

“My dear Allies and comrades, I’m sure you know why you’re gathered here today is the day you get your assignments. You’ve trained for this, and only the best have been chosen.” You bite back a chuckle at that. A lie to boost morale there were but 15 of you eligible to fight. Your parents were deemed too old, and the younglings were out of the question. Most of you are aged between 18-56. Still, you manage to keep a straight face as Allen begins handing out the mission packets. By the time he gets to you, towards the end of the line, you don’t hesitate grabbing it firmly, a cold expression on your face.

As you open the envelope and turn on the tablet, you’re able to catch the name of the world you’ll be sent to. “Terra.” You mutter in your language. As Allen goes to hand Agustinus his package, you can’t help but notice for the first time that he has a look other than authority on his face for you, pity perhaps? What for? You didn’t need it most of you knew less than half were expected to come back safe. Being forbidden from ever returning home if you were deemed at risk of exposing the remnants of your species if your mission proved unsuccessful. If anything, it was always the younger Bellators looking at him with pity due to him being the last of his kind. You try not to think about that look and figure you’ll read the specifics of the file before going to bed, putting the information away in your bag, and waiting for the coalition official to dismiss you.

Once dismissed, you turn to Agustinus and Nova, a slightly older woman with purple skin like your own and a different antenna variation than yours and Agustinus. “Shall we?” She says, interlocking arms with both of you as you make your way out of the facility. “Yes. We shouldn’t keep Celeste waiting.” You simply manage to say a slight smile forming on your face as Agustinus cheers and fist pumps. “Fuck yeah, we’re tearing up Aurora’s one last time before we go!” The rest of the walk you tune out Agustinus’ excitement as he chats with Nova about old times. Instead, you focus on the dark purple grass beneath your feet as the three of you walk, the walk seems more beautiful than usual, as you pay attention to the orchid colored sunset for the first time and how it casts subtle light on the nearby river as you cross the bridge. You stop for a moment, causing Nova to place a hand on your arm as if to comfort you. “Seems more beautiful knowing it’s probably the last sunset we’ll see, huh?” You can only nod, wondering how many times you’ve missed it or overlooked it and taken it for granted. “At least we still have sunrise to look forward to.” You mention, before catching a whiff of a foul smell, turning to Agustinus. “I thought I told you not to smoke that crap you’re going to kill yourself before we even make it to our missions at this rate!” You scream at him, clearly upset. He’s been smoking some new cyan colored sticks that have been going around this part of the galaxy, and the long term effects don’t exactly look good.

Agustinus glances at you from the corner of his eye, his cyan stick emitting vibrant fumes through the air as he lets it fall from his mouth before slowly stepping on it. “Alright, alright. I’ll put it out, but only out of respect for you and our last night together. You can’t stop me once I’m on my mission, he says with a sly smirk.

You respond to this by climbing onto his back and beginning to yank on his antennas as you continue to make your way to the bar. “I have your coalition ID if you don’t make it back, I swear I’ll pull these out myself!!! We’re all coming back alive and well, so stop being stupid! Team, AN_C forever!!” You scream, yanking at them as he walks around disoriented. Eventually Nova pulls you off of him and walks between the both of you to avoid any more shenanigans as you arrive at Aurora’s.

You gaze up at the half lit pink neon sign one last time before entering. The inside is dark like a nightclub despite being a bar, dim color lights being the only light you have. Today the overall ambiance is mostly blue, the aluminum like surface of the tables helping reflect some of the light around. “____!” A girl with baby pink skin and antennas just like yours rushes to hug you. She is none other than your younger sibling, Celeste.

“Hey, kiddo.” You greet back as you run your hands through her white hair that emits a soft pink hue, staring back into her hazel eyes. “Hey! Watch the hair, and I’m not a child I turn ___(two years younger than yourself) next spring!” She proudly boasts fists on her hips. “Whatever.” You roll your eyes playfully as the four of you sit at one of the booths. Soon enough you all have drinks in hand as you begin chatting away. Eventually the topic comes to Celeste finishing her studies next fall, you can’t help but glare at Nova for asking her of it. “I’m going to be just like you all! Just watch I will finish off Viltrumite scum on my mission so fast you won’t even realize we’ve been apart because I’ll come help you after I save ____!” She cheers excitedly towards Nova. “Can’t wait for you to rescue me.” Nova simply says supportively before shifting the conversation to another topic with Agustinus. As Celeste looks at you for approval, you cross your arms and glare out the window instead, causing her little antennas to go down.

It’s not that you hate Celeste or you’re not proud of her for nearly finishing at the academy, it's just- you know she wants to join the program just like the three of you. Just like most Bellators do. For a Bellator, it is an honor to die in battle. It’s just-… she’s your baby you can’t understand why the fuck she can’t stay home and go to the Academia instead, where it’s safe. Does she not see you volunteered in your family’s name so she wouldn’t have to do the same? Still, you know you can’t stop her, and that discouraging her would only encourage her to defy you more, so you choose to voice your disapproval through silence and indifference instead.

“Excuse me.” A man that doesn’t look like he’s from here pipes up. Probably a passerby. “May I take your picture? It’s just the four of you look so vibrant tonight just chatting away.” At this you nod, pulling out your card. “Make it 4 copies, buddy.” You say as you all huddle around the table for a group photo. As you examine the copies after the man leaves to photograph other people at the bar, you take a moment to point at the back of Agustinus’ head. “Celeste! It was supposed to be a serious photo!” Her fingers are behind his head, looking like extra antennas. “It is!” She exclaims back as she and Agustinus laugh. You can’t help but chuckle as you put yours away along with your card.

You dance the rest of the night away, taking time to share at least one song with each of them. After your fifth or maybe sixth round of drinks, you all decide to call it a night. “I’m going to miss you so bad.” Agustinus is hugging you and Nova crying like a baby while Celeste, in typical little sister fashion, tries to join the little group hug. You allow it, and eventually, after a few minutes, you part ways as Nova and Agustinus live on the opposite side of the fields. Nova gives you one last bittersweet wave as Agustinus clings to her, trying to wipe away his tears with his hand.

“Come on, let’s go home.” You say to Celeste as you finally bring yourself to turn around, knowing most likely your launch pad wouldn’t be next to each other in the morning. You try and walk in silence, mostly staring up at the pink aurora borealis and night stars in the sky, but Celeste stops walking all of a sudden, causing you to look back at her as she stomps her foot on the ground.

“H-hey! I want to know before you go. Why do you hate me? Ever since I told you I want to join the program, you treat me like I don’t exist.” She’s trying her best to hold back drunk tears now as you rush to hug her. “My little star-“ you begin. “I don’t hate you, it's just been- difficult for me to accept you’ll take the same path as me despite me wanting better for you. But nothing and no one will ever destroy my love for you.” You say, doing your best to find the best words possible in between pauses. She seems to reluctantly accept your explanation, a small smile forming on her face, as she hugs you tighter. You remain outside your home with her for a few moments, letting her cry into your chest until she feels better, the last thing you need is your mother seeing you made the baby cry.

As you arrive home, you see your mother at her work table sewing some last minute materials for her work. “Mom!” You scream, leaving Celeste’s side to scold her. “You shouldn’t be working so late.” You grab her hands to impede any further sewing. At this, she gently smiles at you. “This one’s personal, it's a last minute gift from me for your mission.” You pause, piping up, “Then let me help!” As you begin to argue, Celeste takes the opportunity to sneak upstairs she knows better than to get between the two of you. Your mother sighs. “No, your mission is tomorrow, pumpkin, you need your rest.”

You ball your fist and slam it on the table trying to make a point. “In that case, all the more reason for me to stay up and help you, it’s our last night together. Besides tomorrow, I’ll just be sleeping on a small ship till God knows when until I arrive on Saturn.” You open your palm, waving it in the air confidently. “Let me put on some tea, we'll make a whole event out of it.” Your mother sighs in defeat, knowing she could never win against your stubbornness. “Fine, but only because I don’t want to say goodbye to you on bad terms.”

The two of you spend the night chatting away about fond memories, Celeste eventually rejoining you and falling asleep with her head on your lap. The end result of the project was a leather jacket with strange writing that was supposed to be Earth's language. Street style jacket, if you will.

Your mother makes uniforms for the program, so she’d gotten some information about the planet you’d be going to a few days in advance for this. After it’s done, you carefully move Celeste out of your way, setting her head on a cushion as you stand. As you gaze out the window at the sun beginning to peek out again, you stretch out your arms, allowing your mother to put the jacket on you. You then turn to face her as she looks up at you, cupping your cheek in her hand.

“I know I never say it, but I’m proud of you.”

That causes a slight smile that remains on your face even after you’ve said goodbye to your family and made your way to the base, getting ready to report for takeoff. It’s not until you’re sitting inside the small capsule ship that you put on a more serious face as you heed instructions for a safe and successful flight.

As you press the final buttons, you gaze over at the photos in your wallet, the photo from last night and one of your mom with baby Celeste, smiling at it before takeoff. You keep your eyes open as you stare at the orchid atmosphere of your planet one last time, your city, and anything else besides the sky fading out of view with each blink. It doesn’t take long for your small ship to exit the sky, and as it does, you catch a glimpse of a few others, each heading different ways. You attempt to spot your friends, but no such luck the ships are gone from view faster than you can wave at them. You look around at the vast space of the universe, lulling yourself to sleep before you know it.

You don’t even know how long you napped in the quiet darkness of space, but when you finally wake, you panic. “Ah right, the files!” You’d spent all night with your family you’d forgotten to review them. Seeing you still have a day or so before you arrive on Earth, you quickly begin looking them over.

You learn about Earth, the nations, and a few of the customs that’ll help you blend in. As you turn on your camouflage watch, you flip through a few avatars, trying to pick out a human appearance for yourself. After you’ve settled on one you like, you lock it in as you begin to read about significant people on the planet. Then finally you get to the chapter about your target, the Viltrumite.

“Mark Grayson.” You mutter the name to yourself in disgust as you stare at his face. As you read about him and how he’s been left in charge of the earth for the time being, the main Viltrumite in charge, Nolan, being forced to take leave due to an uprising on another important planet, you raise an eyebrow at his personality description. “How unorthodox.” You state, as the file describes, behaviors a bit unusual of a Viltrumite. He’s crude and reckless, often taking the time to toy with his opponents rather than destroy them as efficiently as possible. You don’t understand it at all, you were taught Viltrumites are cold and calculated, prioritizing efficiency above all else. “Still, even if it doesn’t bark like a Viltrumite, it’ll still bleed like one-“ as the words leave your mouth, you quickly catch yourself and curse the word “arrogantia” under your breath. Even if he doesn’t behave as expected, he’s still a Viltrumite, and you shouldn’t underestimate him. Arrogance is one of the 8 pillars that lead to the downfall of your own empire after all. You pinch yourself, sighing gently as you promise to yourself to not be so overconfident when facing him, for you have no intentions of repeating the mistakes your ancestors once made.

#invincible #invincible variants #lensless mark #no goggles mark #lensless invincible #no goggles invincible #lensless invincible x reader #invincible x reader #invincible x y/n

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itsnathateasy · 9 months ago

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Armin Week | Day 7 | SFW Prompts | “All eyes are on you, Mr Ambassador” OR Haircut

word count: 651 warnings: none author’s note: armin & reader are each others’ love interests but it’s still in its “crush” stage

@armin-week-2024

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becoming an ambassador was a blessing and a curse for armin

the job was great and he had the chance to literally change the world, without using violent this time

you could say it even was his ideal job

what he really hated, though, was the publicity

good or bad publicity, armin didn’t care. he regretted becoming an ambassador mainly because he was never alone, he could never not watch himself when in public, it was gradually driving him insane

you were a great help however

what none of the ambassadors knew when they started this journey was how valuable a journalist/pr specialist would be for their team

i mean, you managed almost everything, where the speeches would be held, what they were going to say and how they’d say it etc

even though armin didn’t really need help preparing a speech, he definitely found your input essential to his work

the big day was steadily approaching. you had to break the news on paradis about how everyone would have to put in a lot of extra work, if they wanted the island to not only survive, but thrive again, armin was lost, the burden of having to force work on the people who’d lost their families, loved ones and houses only a few years ago was tremendous on his shoulders

“thank god you’re helping me with this speech y/n cause nobody else knows how to put this… and neither do i, if i’m being honest”

“it’s my job after all. can you imagine if i didn’t know how to put it either?” this sly remark earned you a smile from armin, a grateful smile

the day of the speech finally arrived and armin was as nervous as he could be. you’d even brought a photographer from marley to join your crew, just for this particular event

you could tell armin wasn’t doing so great. having to speak to the entirety of the island, his island, his home, was too much to ask

“how are we doing armin? all set?” you asked with a sympathetic smile, gently grabbing on his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him

“well y/n, i’m about to lose it… but that’s me, that’s the cue to walk on stage, right?” his face was drained of colour

“yeap, that’s you! don’t worry though, remember i’ll be right behind the pillar on your left. we’ve practised lip reading so much, there’s no chance today can go wrong. you’re the best ambassador after all”

armin placed his palm on top of yours, where you were still holding onto his shoulder

“i’ve no idea how i’d do this without you” he said while pulling you into a hug that you didn’t expect

then he stepped slightly back, weathered a tiny bit and placed a soft kiss on your forehead THAT YOU NEVER EVER EXPECTED

“off you go then. good luck!” you quickly rushed him off to the front stage, trying not to make it too obvious that you were taken aback by his sweet gesture

armin walked towards the podium, eyes fixed on yours. he was supposed to start with salutations and then go on with the rest of his speech, but he was silent and fidgeting

until the photographer from marley decided to scream “all eyes are on you, mr ambassador” on top of his lungs you should’ve fired this guy when you had the chance

eyes on armin, you slowly mouthed to him “to the brave people of paradis…” while making a circling motion with your hand, urging him to begin with his speech

he quickly caught on, turning his head to face his audience

“to the great people of paradis island, i salute you today…”

-after the speech-

“yes, i know it was only a few seconds, but they lasted an entire life armin! don’t go round doing that again! it indicates that you don’t know what you’re doing”

#aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #armin arlert #arminweek2024 #armin x reader #armin aot #armin x you #armin x y/n #armin fanfiction #ambassador!armin #armin arlert x you #armin arlert x reader #itsnathateasy wrote this!

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stereknation · 1 year ago

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You've Got Something I Need by paradis

Summary: There is a moment, right when they meet, that Stiles thinks, I could really fall in love with this man.

And he doesn’t even try to fight it.

Rating: Explicit

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Additional Character(s): Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Kate Argent

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: AU, Detectives Stilinski & Hale, brief angst

Words: 11,482

Chapters: 1/1

#*high pitched screaming*#sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfiction rec #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic rec #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #stiles/derek #derek/stiles #author: paradis #teenwolffanfictionrecs #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf ao3 fanfiction

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museofreverie · 8 months ago

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Chapter 07 ⋆ Held Captive

WAYS OF FREEDOM┊Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Modern Fem!Reader ┊2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆ CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 3.9k words

⋆ WARNINGS: manga spoilers

⋆ AUTHOR's NOTE: This entire chapter was so fun to write before because I remember watching those TikTok vids of what happens when 'you randomly wake up in the AOT universe' and I knew fans would be in disbelief and fangirl on the spot but also have doubts if this was real LMAO. Hope you have fun reading!

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𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟖��𝟏.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME you woke up.”

At the sound of a gruff voice with a deep french accent, your head snapped toward the direction of the owner in the dimly lit cell. Your eyes widened as you recognized it was none other than Levi Ackerman himself.

He was accompanied by Hange, Mikasa, and Armin trailing closely behind him. The flickering light from a lone candle danced across their faces, sending shivers down your spine at the sight of them all together, their presence adding an air of tension and danger to the already claustrophobic room.

Your breath hitched as your palm went to cover your mouth.

Holy shit.

They really were real.

As in real people.

Fucking hell, they were in front of you.

The hand covering your mouth instinctively went up to touch your wound, reminding you of your reality.

You winced.

This is insane! Your mind screamed.

You still couldn’t believe it. Just a few minutes ago — wait, a few days ago you reminded yourself — these were the characters from your favorite manga and anime series you cried for.

Cried for! You cried and mourned for them even though they were supposed to be fictional, yet now they were real. Real people in front of you.

Damn, I feel like Thor in that scene with Loki in Ragnarok!

Your mind was screaming with excitement and disbelief and heck, the fangirl in you even screamed at the thought of how many fans would kill to be in your position right now.

You stole a quick glance at Eren whose intense gaze was already fixed on their arrival. Feeling nervous and awkward, you tried to break the tension with a joke replying to Levi.

Gosh, you were replying to Levi! The Levi Ackerman!

“To be fair, that was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” you said with a nervous chuckle before immediately keeping your mouth shut and regretting it.

Your stomach churned, and your hands anxiously grasped the iron bars, knowing these people were natural skeptics, hardened soldiers who had dedicated their entire lives to protecting humanity in this brutal world. A mere joke won’t get through them just like that. You braced yourself for their scrutiny, knowing they would want to know every detail of where you came from and how you ended up here on the island.

You gulped, as the only thing you could do to save yourself from embarassment was touch your necklace for comfort.

Levi remained unfazed by your attempt at humor and instead crossed his arms in boredom. Feeling intimidated by his stoic demeanor, you shifted your focus to Hange who was practically beaming at you with curiosity.

With a jaunty wave and a bright smile, Hange introduced themselves to you. “Hello! My name is Hange Zoe. Commander of the Survey Corps here in Paradis Island.”

Despite their intimidating eye patch beneath their odd looking glasses, Hange exuded a welcoming presence that put you at ease amongst the others who were still suspicious of you. You wouldn’t really blame them for doing their job at being wary of an outlander who had mysteriously appeared in their land in the middle of nowhere. Literally. But as you caught a glimpse of Hange’s exhausted appearance, your heart sank for a moment, knowing the constant struggles and sacrifices they must have faced as the new Commander.

Especially after losing Erwin.

At this, you offered Hange a small smile. “Hello.”

Seeing your response, Hange wasted no time in interrogating you about your origins and intentions and all you could do was blink. Hange eagerly questioned, “What’s your name? Why were you outside the walls? Are you a shifter? And where did you come from—?”

“Tsk, calm down, Hange.”

Too stunned to speak, your gaze flickered back and forth to Hange and Levi, the iconic dynamic between these two being evident. Their personalities were like two sides of a coin yet they seemed to complement each other perfectly.

And then all of a sudden, you were hit by the memory of that panel of them in the manga. The pain from seeing them both being so vulnerable in accepting their fate alone was still so fresh and all of this was just too much for you to handle.

Sensing that tears almost formed in your eyes, you cleared your throat to get rid of the overwhelming feeling before opening your mouth to speak, your name rolling off your tongue with ease.

Hange attempted to pronounce your name, but to no avail, they made a mistake and you gladly helped to correct them.

“So, Y/N,” started Hange, “As you’ve noticed, we’re here to talk. How exactly did you end up outside the walls?”

You gulped at the question and your eyes flickered to Armin who brought out a notebook and pen to probably record your words.

Shit. What exactly do you say to them?

“I. . . I . . .”

You were aware that your sudden appearance on Paradis Island had taken them by surprise and they were determined to uncover any potential threats or liabilities. Perhaps that was why they had thrown you in this cell without explanation in the first place, because you could only assume that it was because they saw you as a potential threat.

You bit your lip hard and sighed. “I’m not sure.”

The members of the Survey Corps exchanged looks of confusion before Hange spoke up again. “You’re not sure? Why is that?”

A hand went through your hair and you realized some strands were tangled at the end. You purse your lips into a thin line in frustration. “It’s. . . complicated.”

“How complicated?”

“Well. . . I can’t fully explain it myself. And you probably won’t believe me, anyway.”

“Just admit that you’re a spy from Marley so we can be over this already,” interrupted Levi, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

At this accusation, your brows furrowed and a look of hurt flashed across your face. “What? You thought I was a spy? Oh, hell no!” you exclaimed, incredulous.

Taking a deep breath, you replied cautiously. "Look, I’m not a spy. I just — come from a place. . . far away from here.”

Your eyes darted around nervously, careful not to reveal too much.

“How far exactly?” asked Armin.

Hange's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Far away? How did you end up so far away?" they asked. “How is that even possible? There were no ships on sight, but only the lightning on the place we saw you.”

How much could you reveal without putting yourself in danger? How could you explain the truth without sounding insane?

“Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Where exactly do you come from?”

They were insistent, you noted.

You took a deep breath before telling them about your country. The least you could do was give them little information about you.

Hange looked puzzled and said, “I’ve never heard of such a place.” They turned their attention towards Eren. “Is it far from Marley?”

Eren, who was quiet the entire time, shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

“That’s because it’s not from here,” you said, cutting them off. “It doesn’t matter, really. As for how I got here, well. . . I was sleeping in the sand. . . ?”

At their unconvinced looks, you sighed and raised your hands in defeat. “Okay, fine! I don’t know how I got here, okay? It doesn’t even matter if you believe me or not. . . I’m already stuck in this prison, anyway.”

You knew deep down that telling them about your recurring dreams would only make things worse. But Hange's serious expression made you rethink keeping the truth hidden.

"It matters to us more than you know,” they implored. “You will not leave this cell until you tell us more about how you got here.”

"I swear I mean no harm," you pleaded. “Look, please believe me when I tell you I have no ill intentions toward you guys or — or be a spy as you say — I just want to go home,” you said, desperation creeping into your voice.

Hange thought carefully about your words. Your eyes searched for sympathy in their faces.

There was none.

“Alright, then. . .” trailed Hange, frowning. "Perhaps you can tell us what this is?"

Your heart skipped a beat as Hange held up the object in question.

You gasped realizing what it was.

My phone! Your mouth went dry.

“Where — where did you — where did you get that?” you asked anxiously, stumbling over your words.

“Oh, this?" said Hange casually.

You nodded eagerly, gripping the bars of your cell tightly.

"One of my soldiers discovered it near where we found you. We believe it belongs to you, but we weren't certain. So tell us, what is this device? Is it some sort of weapon from where you came from? Or a form of communication? Hmm, Sasha did say she saw her face before it disappeared. Well, that was odd."

“What?” you said dumbfoundedly.

“So what is this then?” Hange prodded, their curiosity piqued.

Your heart raced as you gulped nervously.

Don’t say anything. A voice in the back of your mind warned you not to reveal any information, knowing it could potentially be used against you. Unable to speak, you simply shook your head hesitantly.

Don’t say anything.

“Eh? Not even a name?”

Don’t say anything.

You kept quiet and shook your head again, letting go of the cell as silence lingered.

Don’t say anything.

"Well," Hange said, tapping their chin thoughtfully. "It's settled then. I won't give it back to you."

Your eyes almost bulge. “What? No! Please —”

“Well, you can have it back if you can tell us what it does," they challenged, holding out your phone expectantly. “But for now, it belongs to the Survey Corps.”

Hange's decision was made, you noted.

"Please — please don't do anything to it. Please," you begged desperately. Your eyes fell to Armin. “I'll tell you what it is, but please. . . don’t try to do anything to it, I beg you. . .”

And that was that. With not much information gained from you, they left with a promise to to return at some point, but where did that leave you now? Stuck in a creaking prison bed, your heart shattered into fragments as you struggled to make sense of the situation.

This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.

You tried to gaslight yourself that this wasn’t your reality now. No. It can’t be. This couldn't be happening. It was all just a nightmare. This wasn't your reality.

This isn’t real.

But the cold, hard walls around you and the stifling air in your cell were constant reminders that this was all too real.

And for a moment, you felt like it was the start of the pandemic all over again.

Stuck and alone.

“This isn’t real. . .”

And the only thing you could do now is play with your necklace for comfort, muttering words over and over again.

“This isn’t real. . . This isn’t real. . .”

Hange always knew what to do.

When Erwin Smith died, the position of being the Commander was passed to them to take charge of the Survey Corps. It was a huge burden to bear, but with Levi by their side, Hange knew how to move forward.

And so Hange always knew what to do during times of turmoil in the Survey Corps.

It was never easy, per se, but they had a natural curiosity and drive for knowledge that often led them to seek out new discoveries which helped them. And it was this same thirst for knowledge that had drawn them to join the Survey Corps in the first place.

But as Hange stood in their office, mulling over the mysterious item they had found outside the walls and now held in their hand, they were at a loss for what to do next.

Yes, the Survey Corps always had a plan to whatever is laid upon them, but this was different. Perhaps they will come up with a plan later on, but now, they have none.

Hange did not know what to do.

It had been a few days after that interrogation with you, and still, no information out of your mouth. They tried visiting again but you were always asleep whenever they came to talk to you.

“I don’t buy it, Hange.”

Levi finally spoke up, breaking their reverie.

Hange blinked.

The weight of Levi’s suspicion and scrutiny lingered in the air and Hange sighed heavily at his words.

“I know. . .” said Hange, “. . . there’s more to it. I can feel it. And with the way she reacted, this object seemed important to her.”

Hange placed the object on the table and tried to take a sip of their tea that Levi prepared. “Do you think it’s used for communication? Or perhaps something more? I don’t think it’s a weapon. It doesn’t look like it could explode any time soon. . .”

“It’s obvious that she’s hiding something about it.”

“I know that.”

“So I’m in for a torture if that’s the only option for us to have her talk.” Levi declared, like it was nothing new.

Hange shook their head, and grabbed the object to inspect it once again. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Levi.”

“And why is that?”

“The evidence is right there. She’s no shifter and is quite far away from where she came from.”

“But it’s not enough for us to trust her.”

Levi was right. But still, Hange couldn't shake off their gut feeling that there was more to this stranger than met the eye.

“I know.”

They already had this conversation before. But with you regaining consciousness and not muttering a word at what the object does seemed to be a problem to them.

But their conversation got interrupted when Armin bursted into the room, panting and out of breath.

“Commander Hange—” Armin saluted before quickly catching his breath to deliver the urgent message. “—it’s about the Military Police.”

“The Military Police?” said Hange.

Armin nodded, trying to make his face remain stoic. “Yes. I overheard a few of their soldiers talking about the rumors regarding our captive being a shifter. They wanted to take custody of her after they received news that she’s awake. They believe that even though the Survey Corps found her, it was up to them to imprison her under the Military Police’s name and not ours. And also. . . they seemed to be asking for a trial.”

“Unbelievable,” Hange breathed.

At this, Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance.

The Military Police always seemed to be looking for excuses to assert their power and control, even if it wasn’t their choice to make. He could feel his blood boil with anger.

Not those bastards again, he thought to himself before dismissing Armin. “Return to your duties again and gather the others once you are done. We will have a meeting later to discuss this matter.”

“Yes, Captain.” Armin nodded to the both of them and was now out of sight.

He turned to Hange and said, “We need to do something.”

Hange’s jaw clenched in frustration. Just moments ago, they were discussing this topic and now it seemed like their fears were coming true.

“We found her first,” Hange said. “We found her outside the walls, not here, therefore she is under our jurisdiction.”

“If they decide to take her, we may not have a choice,” argued Levi.

Hange took a deep breath. “This is ridiculous! The Survey Corps found her first. And why are they even doing this? There’s no need for a trial!”

Levi let out a frustrated sigh. They were already dealing with so much chaos and sacrifice, and now this happens?

“What do you suggest we do?”

Hange's expression hardened as they made up their mind.

“Let’s go, Levi. We’re going to have a little chat with them.”

Hange and Levi wasted no time and immediately went to confront the Military Police in their headquarters.

Nile Dok, the commander of the Military, was taken aback by their sudden arrival. He sighed, the corners of his mustache frowning. “I’m guessing the news reached you two already.”

Hange gave a curt nod.

“This wasn’t my idea,” was all Nile said.

Levi crossed his arms. “Doesn’t matter. The Military Police do not need to call for a trial over this one. The Survey Corps has it under control.”

One of the members of the Military Police scoffed loudly.

“Under control? You call it under control? You couldn’t even handle what those traitors did before! We cannot afford another incident like that!”

Hange stepped forward, their expression stern. “I assure you that the Survey Corps has this under control. The stranger poses no threat to humanity as we’ve checked before that she isn’t a shifter. I understand your concerns but it seems that you are only using this as an excuse—”

“And how can we trust your word?” One of the Military Police officers said, clearly not convinced by Hange’s words. “After all, wasn’t it the members of the Survey Corps who caused more damage than good within the walls? That Eren may have blocked the hole before but that doesn’t guarantee that there won’t be any new trouble coming from you!”

Another officer spoke up, his voice gruff and full of disdain. “And what about her allegiance, huh? How do we know she isn’t working for Marley? She could be a spy! Have you already forgotten what the Female Titan did to our soldiers?!”

Levi stepped forward, his glare aimed at the officers. He argued, “Have you already forgotten that Annie Leonhart was from the Military Police? Therefore was your responsibility?”

The tension in the room was palpable as both sides stood their ground.

Levi then turned towards Hange and continued. “The Survey Corps will conduct further investigation about this matter. Whether she is a threat or not. What worries me is if we turn her over to you, what happens then? You put the blame on us for what happened with the Female Titan, but it seems you have only shown your incompetence in handling matters like this.”

The officer did not say anything and merely scoffed.

Finally, Nile spoke again.

“Look,” Nile said with a resigned tone. “We will try to hold off on the trial for now. But the others will still demand for it. We’ll give you a few days to try to settle this. You must promise that this individual will be under constant watch for any suspicious activity.”

To Hange, it seemed like Nile was against this but only followed the orders of his fellow officers.

Hange and Levi exchanged glances.

“A trial is still too much,” Hange tried to argue. “But for what it’s worth, we will do our best to have her detained and remain in our custody.”

And with none left to be said, Hange and Levi left.

Now back in the headquarters of the Survey Corps, Hange had to drink another tea prepared by Levi to not go insane by what just happened.

Levi broke the silence. “The brats are on their way.”

Hange’s fist clenched in frustration and almost banged their head on the table. “How could they—!”

“Keep your shit together, Hange. I said the brats are on their way.”

“What do we do, Levi?”

And so a few minutes later, Hange found themselves sitting at the head of the table, throwing a quick glance amongst their gathered subordinates—Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Jean, Connie, and Sasha who are members of the Levi Squad, were all present in the meeting to discuss their next course of action on what to do about you.

And Levi was in the corner, drinking his tea.

“What seems to be the matter, Commander Hange?”

They all looked at Hange expectantly, eager to know what to do about the situation.

“That is why you are all gathered here.” Hange’s voice was laced with tension as they addressed the group. The urgent matter at hand weighed heavily on their mind.

“As you all know, we need to come up with a plan to handle this. . . situation.” Hange paused, searching for the right word to describe the mysterious stranger that had been brought before them. “There will be a trial for our captive set by the Military Police.”

The group reacted in unison, a mixture of shock and disbelief.

“Meaning that they want to take her into their custody,” Levi interjected.

Their expressions became grim.

“Did this person even give any explanation for her sudden appearance?” asked Jean.

Hange nodded. “Yes, but the information she has given us seemed. . . off. Like she’s hiding something. Levi suspected she may be a spy for Marley, but the girl strongly denied it.”

“It seemed like she knew something.” Eren interjected, his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean, Eren?” Armin questioned, stealing a quick glance with Mikasa.

“She said she woke up sleeping in the sand, Armin. This is the first time we reached the ocean. Meaning she’s not from inside the walls.”

“Exactly,” said Hange. “The object that Sasha found, well, it is rather strange. . . and I can’t quite put a finger on it but there is something about her that doesn’t add up.”

“Like with what I’ve suspected, there are also suspicions from the Military Police that she may be a shifter or a spy. But it’s clear that she doesn’t heal,” said Levi.

“But why would they think that?” Sasha asked.

“It’s likely due to her mysterious background and sudden appearance,” Hange argued. “They see it as too much of a coincidence seeing as it’s only been a year since the attack of the Beast Titan.”

“Perhaps talking to General Zachary about this could help?” offered Armin.

“It’s too late. The Military Police already did that. And asking Historia for this would be too much.”

Mikasa spoke up for the first time since arriving at the meeting. “She poses no threat to us as long as she is imprisoned.”

“Yeah,” agreed Connie. “She’s locked up so why would they want her to be imprisoned under the Military Police? It’s not like she’ll escape or anything.”

“We should talk to her again, Commander Hange,” Armin said with a firm tone.

Hange nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think that’s the best plan for now. Then sooner or later, we find out if she’s dangerous or not. But I am curious as to why she doesn’t want me to touch the object.”

Hange hummed, placing a finger under their chin. “Could be helpful if we find out what this object is for after I try to run some experiments on it. . .”

“This meeting is adjourned.” Levi’s cold voice echoed through the room as he dismissed the group. His gaze settled at Armin. “Everyone else can leave except for you. Prepare to take down notes when we visit later.”

Eren jumped to his feet. “I’ll come too,” he said with determination.

“No.”

“But Captain—” Eren tried to argue.

“I said no.”

But Eren was insistent. “My father’s memories might hold some answers. It might be able to help us figure out if she’s telling the truth or not.”

“Eren,” said Mikasa with a warning tone.

Armin shifted uncomfortable in his seat, his brow furrowing with worry. “I don’t think that’s wise, Eren. . .”

“Armin’s right,” said Levi. But with one look at Hange’s state, he sighed and rubbed a hand over his temples.

“Fine,” Levi relented after a few seconds. “But stay back and don’t interfere. The rest of you are dismissed. Return now to your duties.”

Mikasa turned to Levi with a glare. “If Eren is going, then so will I.”

Levi glared back. “Stop disobeying my orders, you brat.” He tried to ignore her and went for another tea.

“Enough of that,” Hange interrupted with a determined look. “Let’s hope our captive talks this time. We’re paying that prison cell a visit again.”

To be continued . . .

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tootoomanycats · 5 months ago

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Just Deserts

(Post Rumbling Levi x Reader slow burn)

Chapter One- It's Snowing

Pairing:

Levi x Reader Slow Burn (eventual smut)

Word Count: 2,119

If you prefer to read on AO3 its HERE Summary: Two years after the rumbling has ended, the citizens of Paradis Island are beginning to enter a new era of peace. With trade routes open around the world now, more and more foreigners are arriving on the island. In a small town built on the island's docks, Levi has opened a tea shop. Humanity's strongest hero, now turned shop owner, has become a stickler for his daily routines. He wakes up, serves tea to the townsfolk, tends to his small garden, and then walks back upstairs to sleep, only to do it all over again the next day. It's a simple life—one he's never had before. After landing on the island's shores, following a hasty exit from home, you find yourself starting from square one. Over the next few months, you make friends with the locals and begin to build a new life for yourself. One day leads to the next, and somehow, you find yourself holding the deed to an empty storefront. Its windows face directly across from the local tea shop and its brooding owner. From your first meeting, neither of you could stand the other. In the months that follow the opening of your shop, a mutual frustration develops regarding your feelings for each other. What began as annoyance slowly transforms into a friendship, and both of you become nervous that it could be something more. Can Levi overcome his past and allow someone in again? Can you heal from heartbreak to have a chance at something real and honest? Or will you both settle for the courtesies of friendship, forever denying the desire for something deeper?

Warnings:

Minor mentions of blood.

Descriptions of chronic pain.

Mentions of a cheating partner.

Author Notes:

Hello Everyone! Holy shit, two chapters in one week? Nobody tell my cardiologist how much caffeine I’ve had this week- I don’t want to get in trouble. This is a story I’ve been sitting on my hands for almost a year now. I had made the original idea for this fic HERE. I ended up outlining some of it, and then, due to stress, moving, and tons of health issues, I forgot about it until two a.m. last night- when my sleeping meds were fighting with the caffeine I did not drink.

(it might have been three yerba cans, might not; you don't have proof!)

This one’s gonna be a slow burn, and it's gonna be funny. I want to put a lot of humor into this one.

As always if you like what you have read please remember that fanfic writers live off of likes, comments and reblogs- we wont admit it but we all have praise kinks. Have you watered your smut provider today?

Two Years After The Rumbling

Glancing to the worn side table where a small square-faced alarm clock sat, a groan wracked his chest.

Two needle-like arms sat at 4:45 AM.

An hour before it was set to go off.

The smaller needle twitched back once before going forward two extra ticks; still need to fix that.

Four hours of fitful rest before being dragged back to the waking world. Last night's storm seemed hellbent on bringing powerful snow squalls. Accompanied by an atmospheric presser change that had his body vehemently protesting the whole night.

Freezing days like this had every past wound, affliction, and defacement his body had sustained roaring, unable to be ignored, and only allowing short and broken stints of rest.

If you could even call it that.

A slow blink brought focus to the ceiling. The aged variegation and cracks had been memorized in the last hour. Levi was lying awake in bed, his mind trying to pull what little motivation it could to sit up.

A groan filled his chest before he even started to move. Turning slowly to the right side, his right leg bent against the mattress. He then pushed his left hand down into the firm padding, using the leverage to sit up in bed.

Every movement was carefully debated, anything to avoid more discomfort than was already felt. Just sitting upright used more energy than he wanted to acknowledge.

Pulsing heat wound like barbed wire in his left shin, wrapping up the limb and pushing its pinpricked needles under the nerves of the patella. The joint inflammation, no doubt, had also caused swelling.

Shuddering a breath, Levi brought his right hand into view. There were rounded nodes where the index and middle fingers should be, both tingling and numb from the bout-filled night.

Minutes passed before trying to stand, only to feel a sharp sensation shoot up his left leg. With a grunt, he stumbled back onto the bed and begrudgingly glared at the walking cane leaning against the wall.

Another sigh.

The storm had passed over at some point, leaving a gray-skied morning in its wake. Snow blanketed everywhere that could be seen out of the window. It was going to be interesting going down the stairs of his apartment today. The steps already were becoming slick from moss, and now this added to the issue.

A shower, a very hot shower, would hopefully help this pain in the ass morning get off to a better start.

With a cane hooked over his forearm, Levi locked his apartment door before turning to face the narrow flight of stairs that stood between him and his goal.

With a grimace and half-shuffled step from the platform, his knee ached in protest as it bent to then hop down to the first step of many, only for his foot to slip on ice that had been hidden under snow.

The grip on the banister's railing was the only thing that kept him from sliding down the rest of the way. His thumb reached around to touch his ring and pinkie finger with its hold.

The opposite hand pressed down on the metal head of his cane, putting leverage onto the next step below before fixing his stance and trying to do better with the next hop. The same problem repeated, and his rear end landed harshly onto the freezing wood.

He refused to move out of pure spite at first. But with his body heat melting the snow and turning it into a puddle, the wet spot growing on his backside was not something he wanted to explain.

Glaringly, his eye scanned the street below, even glancing into his neighbors’ windows to make sure no one would see as he began scooting down each step, one at a time.

Seventeen steps later, and one very soaked bottom, saw Levi standing with a grumbling huff before turning the corner to the front of his tea shop.

“What a shit morning.” _______________________________________

“It’s snowing…”

How…

How did you get here?

Standing on a busy dock.

In a tattered wedding dress.

On an island, you had never set foot on before.

The sensation of something in your right hand made you look down at what it held. An obscenely large wad of money was neatly wrapped, held in place by a rubber band.

Oh, that’s right.

You were supposed to be getting married, right now.

Great Aunt Gertrude gave you the funds when you were zipped into the white gown this morning.

She had said something about, ugh, what was it she said?

“Just in case you change your mind.”

She had always been one to be blunt and to the point, which especially rang true for how useless she found your fiancé to be. To be fair, she wasn't wrong.

When she handed you the money, your best friend entered the dressing room to announce that your fiancée was missing. Everyone at the wedding party had been looking for him for over an hour.

It was understandable how worried you had been—what if he had been kidnapped or worse?

But nothing could have prepared you when you did find him, nothing.

It was by pure chance that you had heard the odd noises coming from the cleaning closet. When you opened the door, there was your fiancé; pants dropped down to his ankles as he pathetically thrust into another woman.

That moment felt as if it had lasted forever and simultaneously ended in a second. No one said anything, and all three of you were frozen in shock—them at being caught and you processing what you just saw.

The door had closed slowly with an ear-scratching creak. You may not remember much from that moment on, but you remember locking the door on them. No doubt forcing another person in the wedding party to find them together much later.

But you were already long gone by then.

And now you were here, where ever here was.

You watched as people walked by you, giving strange looks as you stood in the middle of the docks. It can't be blamed for the townsfolk gawking and looking away awkwardly at the sight of you. It was clear that whatever you had just been through was messy and held heft in its experience.

“Miss?”

Your body flinched at someone touching your arm gently. Turning, you look down to see a woman with a concerned expression. She stood barely at your chest, curly graying hair held back with a hand-knitted headband.

She spoke again. “Are you alright, love?”

You couldn't respond, mouth and throat refusing to make a noise as you stared at her blankly. The woman was of short and round stature, with small freckles covering her face.

And those green eyes, filled with concern. She took a moment to give you a once over before gently reaching, placing a hand at the small of your back, the other barely putting pressure on your upper arm as she started to walk and guide you.

“How about we get you out of the cold and warmed up hm?” You could not place her accent, but the tone was comforting. The kind someone uses when coaxing an injured animal.

As the woman guided across the icy cobblestoned road to a small Pub, your body was on autopilot. Once inside, the warped wooden floors creaked with each step. She pulled a chair for you to sit next to the roaring fireplace, telling you to stay there and warm up while she went and got some tea.

You didn't realize you had been cold until the warmth of the fire started to spread from your knee's up to your chest. Goosebumps cover your skin painfully, as shivers start small before growing into full body tremors, increasing to the point your teeth feel like they are going to chatter out of your jaw bones.

The heat started to bring you back to your body, painfully cold and sore, all weighing into the muscles. Exhaustion started to wallop you. Between the emotional shock, the running, and the freezing temperatures, it was no wonder you felt like you could have fallen asleep sitting up in that chair.

When your head bounced for a second time, fighting to stay awake, the woman from earlier returned to your side, holding a mug of hot tea for you.

“Poor thing, trembling like a leaf in the wind.”

When your hands first grasped the mug, you almost dropped it.

The warmth of the porcelain stinging against the sensitivity of your almost hypothermic skin. Wincing through the initial pain, you held the mug close to your chest as the woman draped the shawl she wore around your shoulders, its fibers already warmed from her body heat.

The sound of wood being scrapped against filled the empty PUB as she dragged a chair for herself, sitting in front of you. Again, you were at the mercy of your body as you could only stare at her. The fires light a stark contrast to the dark greyness that was outside. The window behind her showed snow had started falling in thick squalls.

No wonder you were freezing.

Looking from the window back to the woman, you found her pulling out a small pipe and filling it with a smoking mix from a leather pouch.

Both of you sat in silence, watching her pack and light the mixture before inhaling deeply and exhaling a stream of smoke into the air. She turned to look at you again, a sympathetic smile on the corner of her lips.

“Is there someone I can send word to for you? Family, friends?”

You looked into the mug as faces of wedding guests flashed before your mind's eye; clenching brows and lids shut, you gently shook your head and whispered, voice hoarse.

“No.”

A soft hum came from the woman’s chest as she nodded before looking back at the fire.

“If you would like, I can take you home. Where do you live?”

You fought the tremble that tried to start in your bottom lip; shaking your head again, you whispered back.

“I-I can’t go back there.”

Silence fell between the both of you again. Slowly, careful not to spill the mug’s contents as your fingers still tingled to life, you took a first sip. Your eyes closed as its warmth ran down from your throat.

Realization of how thirsty you were pushed to the front as you began taking larger swallows. Once its contents were empty, it was placed on the small table next to you. Body curling on itself as you scooted closer to the fire’s glow. Try as you might, but it was hard to think of or feel anything.

“Well, if you don’t have a place to stay, you shouldn't go out in this weather. I’ll make up one of the rooms for ya.” Before you had the chance to protest, she shook her head with a warm smile as she tapped her pipe to ash it into the fireplace. “No fuss now. I’m the owner of the INN, and my husband Frank is the owner of the PUB. We take pride in looking after folks, especially those needing it.”

When you had tried to offer money to pay for her kindness, she scoffed and began filling a large copper tub with hot water, refusing to even look at the cash in your outstretched hand.

“Now. I’ll bring you some clean clothes and some food. You get some rest; no one will bother you until it’s time for breakfast. But just in case you don’t want to be alone, I’ll be just downstairs.”

“Thank you, misses…?

“Meyer, Martha Meyer. And there’s never a need to thank me.”

A quick glance into the mirror of the bathroom had you sighing.

Eyes raccooned from tears streaking your makeup. Your hands were covered in dirt, wrists and elbows scratched up after falling in the garden when you ran out the back of the church. The lower half of your dress was dotted with small amounts of blood from your calves, lace shredded, all from the thorns of the rose bushes you sprinted through to escape faster.

When you finally managed to get into the bath, a hiss left your lips at the sting of hot water, cleaning the minor abrasions. It took what little energy you had left to wash and scrub the dirt out, dry your hair, and get into the pajamas left out for you.

The room was warming up from the small fireplace across from the twin-sized bed. After the last bite of soup, you lay down and cried yourself to sleep.

I am really going to enjoy writing about Levi's adjustments and personality around having physical impairments. The reason is that, if you don't know, my partner and I both suffer from chronic pain, and my partner has recently had to adjust to living in a wheelchair full-time. When you have these types of changes happen, suddenly, you begin to see the world is not built for folks with disabilities in mind. Levi wants to have his own tea shop and live in this particular town. As is his right, and he should be able to make that choice for himself. But the town's buildings were constructed so that apartments would be above where the business is. He had no choice but to deal with stairs every day, every season, even though it legitimately creates a safety hazard for him.

I think it's safe to say that if you really want to say that you love Levi's character—but the idea of him having disabilities, in the end, makes you uncomfortable and makes you not want to read anything that mentions them—you should really do a hard look at yourself and ask why that is. Anyway,

I love you all, and I hope you enjoy it and stay safe out there, my friends!

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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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“Meet Me Halfway” by Black Eyed Peas - fluff for Jean Kirstein please i BEG i love this song so bad

Meet Me Halfway

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline is where I’m gonna wait for you.

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: red string of fate/soulmates trope, canon universe, canon divergent, spoilers up to Season 4, fluff

Summary: Jean’s red string of fate was loose ever since he was born. It seems like everyone but himself has found their soulmate here on Paradis. It’s only when the scouts finally head towards the sea that his string becomes a little less slack. Could it be that his fated partner is on the other side in Marley, behind enemy lines?

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! I’ve been fascinated by the red string of fate/soulmates trope for a while now, so I wanted to try my hand at it here! This is just a little taste of this, maybe I’ll expand on this story in the future. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/saradika.

The first time they ever see the ocean, they’re speechless, neither of them speaking to one another, taking in the breathtaking view. Cerulean blue shimmers throughout the entire expanse, nearly a mirror image of the clear sky above. It took them a few days to get here and Jean was beginning to doubt just how great this thing called “the sea” could be. He never expected anything like this, though. As if the picturesque scene before him isn’t enough to get his heart racing, for the first time in his entire sixteen years of living, the red string tied around his wrist, only for him to see and feel, finally tightened just the slightest.

The lore behind the red string of fate is no secret among those living in Paradis. Each child is born with it cinched around their wrist; the other end supposedly tied to their soulmate. Jean’s has been slack since he can remember. That is, until now. While it isn’t as taut as some of his other friends, like Mikasa with Eren and now Armin with Annie, only he can tell the difference. It’s been a running joke since they found out the truth about the other side. Connie teases him and Sasha about it constantly. “Maybe your soulmates are in Marley? How does it feel to be bounded to our enemy?”

Sasha, like Jean, has never felt any differences in her rope throughout her lifetime. He turns to face her, pointing to his wrist, curious if she feels the same. Her jaw is dropped, and when she notices him signaling to her, she closes it, gulping loudly, slowly nodding.

When they all dismount their horses to explore the water, Jean momentarily forgets about it, focusing only on how cold the ocean feels on his feet, how salty is tastes on his tongue, how incredibly far it reaches, surely farther than his eyes can see. It’s only after their skin starts to wrinkle that they retreat, sitting on the warm sand instead, watching the waves crash onto the shore. He nudges Sasha. “So, you felt it too, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” she answers, hesitant. She caresses her wrist in her other hand, biting her lip.

Connie butts in. “Felt what?”

“Our strings. They’re a little less loose now that we’re here.”

He smirks. “I told you! Your soulmates are on the other side!”

Jean leans back against his hands, groaning. “I don’t want my soulmate to be on the other side. The other side has been trying to kill us for hundreds of years! This is so messed up.”

Sasha hugs her knees, pouting. “I agree. This sucks.”

Connie pats her shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to marry your soulmate, you know. Plenty of people don’t! My parents weren’t soulmates, and they turned out just fine.”

“But you’re planning on marrying Hannah, aren’t you? Once this is all over?” Hannah is a childhood friend from Connie’s hometown, and the two have been in much more contact recently.

He chuckles. “I mean, not right now. But yeah, maybe in the future…”

“So your argument makes no sense!”

“This is different though! If your soulmate really is in Marley, I think the universe will forgive you for not marrying our enemy.”

Jean groans again, staring at the glistening ocean in front of him, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they’re really out there and not here.”

There isn’t much they can do for now, considering they have no means to get to Marley with the current resources they have. Jean buries it in the back of his mind, trying not to think about it while they spend the next month building a base near the shore. They anticipate a Marleyan ship to arrive soon, scoping the island before implementing their attack to capture Eren, the Founding Titan. What the other side doesn’t anticipate is Paradis being prepared to ambush them to carry out their own plan in infiltrating Marley. The first one arrives when they expect it. With Eren’s Titan abilities protecting the rest of them, they manage to capture the ship easily, taking those on-board hostage for questioning. Sasha, who is usually uninterested when it comes to matters not involving food, is surprisingly invested. She watches carefully from outside the tent, waiting for them to be released from their interrogation. Jean accompanies her, unclear about her intentions until she explains to him. “My string, Jean. It’s tight. My soulmate is in there.”

They haven’t talked about it since, both choosing to ignore it for the time being. Jean’s is still as slack as the first day they arrived here, and if he’s being honest to himself, it’s crosses his mind nearly every day. A small part of him wishes he was experiencing what Sasha currently is.

Eventually, a young man with brown eyes and blonde hair steps out, looking terrified. He glances at his wrist, then his surroundings, landing his gaze on Sasha’s, who’s peeking from behind a box. She gasps loudly upon eye contact, kneeling down to hide completely. Jean does the same, not before noticing the man make a similar expression, surely curious.

Sasha doesn’t say anything more about it, though Jean can tell she’s intrigued. A few days later, like fate, the man who they find out is named Niccolo, starts working at the port as a chef. Sasha is smitten as soon as she takes a bite of his food, and from then on, the two are inseparable. Jean can’t help but feel jealous.

With all of his friends acquainted with their soulmates, Jean is growing more and more impatient by the day. It takes over two years for Paradis to organize their first trip to Marley and he’s among the first to volunteer, not only to help the scout’s reconnaissance of enemy soil, but for his own ulterior motive to finally find his soulmate. He doesn’t disclose this to anyone, though he’s certain that his best friends have a hunch.

When they finally arrive to Marley, it’s stimulation overload. They attempt to stick together as soon as they step foot off the ship, though it’s difficult when there are so many new and exciting things to try. It’s especially hard for Jean when he notices his string getting more and more taut with each step he takes deeper into the city.

They all decide to split up momentarily to explore, agreeing to meet back at the port in an hour. Jean and Connie follow Sasha through the crowded streets. She’s being led by her noise and eyes, searching for the tastiest, most delectable looking treats to try upon Niccolo’s instructions. “You have to try ice cream!” he told her days before they departed and it hasn’t left Sasha’s mind since. She sneaks glances at the small note he gave her, trying to match the words he wrote to the storefronts. “There! I see it! An ice cream parlor!” She rushes towards a colorful shop, pushing her face towards the glass window, drooling. Connie drags her towards the entrance, which dings as they walk through. Jean increases his pace to catch up and the string around his wrist is tight now. He scans his surroundings, trying to see what direction the little rope is pointing to. As he follows his friends inside the shop, it’s unbelievable taut now, and he’s certain that his soulmate is inside this ice cream parlor. His heart races, simultaneously terrified and excited to meet you.

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A little over two years ago, you notice the string around your wrist feels heavier on you than usual. You’re often teased about your soulmate being an “island devil” on Paradis, considering you’re the only Eldian left in Liberio without a one. In all honestly, it doesn’t bother you, the idea of your destined partner being on the other side. Even if they are an “island devil”, you’d still like to meet them. After all, you’re soulmates for a reason, right?

You spend several minutes each day sitting at the port, staring out towards the sea, wondering what they are like. You ignore the propaganda that’s been spewed at you since birth and instead fantasize about what their interests are. Do they like the same things that you do? What do you have in common, besides the rope that ties you together? How much taller or shorter are they, what color hair do they have? Do their eyes twinkle with kindness the way you picture they do? Will their smile be as charming as you imagine it? You dream about this for over two years, slowly letting the fantasy fade into the back of your mind before you lose your sanity. It’s easy to obsess over something, but it’s hard to get out of it once it consumes you. There’s no guarantee that you’ll ever meet them at this rate, so you go about your life as usual, distracting yourself from any romanticized ideas of your uncertain love story.

Today, you’re behind the counter of the ice cream parlor you work at. You started working here several months ago, hoping to be near the port in case one day, they arrive. The past few days, you convince yourself it’s just your imagination, the gradual tightening of the string. This morning, it’s tauter than it’s ever been before, and you’re certain you’re not making this up anymore; they’re here, they’re actually here.

There isn’t time to go looking for them yourself, so you begin your shift, itching for the hours to pass quickly so that you can leave to begin your search. Fortunately, you don’t have to. Two people around your age enter the shop first, behaving oddly. They’re dressed normally, though something about them piques your interest. It’s especially alarming at how stiff the string is now, so you inspect each of their wrists carefully, dejected when you don’t see a match. The girl presses her nose to the glass, ogling at the ice cream displayed in the freezer, drooling. Her friend, a boy with a shaved head, tugs her off, apologizing with a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about her. She gets a little crazy when she sees something she wants.”

You smile at them. “No need to apologize. Our ice cream is the best in town, so her reaction is understandable. What would you like?”

The girl blurts out, “Everything!”

“Sasha! We don’t have enough money for everything!”

She pouts, eyes flitting across each flavor. “But they all look so good! How am I supposed to decide which one to pick?!”

Feeling generous, you offer, “I can do a sampler platter, if you’d like.”

Sasha’s face brightens. “Really?! You’d do that? How much would that cost? Connie, how much do we have?!”

You wave them off, beaming at them. “It’s on the house. Consider it some good old Marley hospitality.”

They gawk at you, shocked, and it only makes you giggle louder. You retrieve one of your larger bowls and ready your scooper, starting at one end of the freezer. The bell on the front door rings, but you’re too busy to greet the new customer directly. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

It’s only now that you realize how stiff the string is, practically quivering now from being pulled so tight. You look up and see a young man staring at you, holding his wrist up with the same red string coiled around him, an uneasy grin on his face. “Hello.”

You almost drop the scooper into the carton, astonished to have finally found him. “Hi,” you say, heat rushing into your cheeks, taken aback at how handsome he is. “Um, let me just finish this.”

“Jean, you’re distracting our new friend here! She’s giving us all this ice cream for free!” Sasha exclaims, salivating over the bowl overflowing with ice cream now.

He smiles at you, running his fingers in his hair. “Sorry. Please, continue.”

It takes you a few seconds to refocus back on your task. Eventually, you scoop all twelve flavors into a bowl, handing it off to Sasha and Connie, who dig in immediately as soon as they sit down. You pass a spoon to Jean. “Would you like to try? Before your friends finish it off?”

He laughs, grabbing it. “I guess I should, right?”

“Or I could scoop your own if you’d like. Which one do you want to try?”

He studies each carton carefully, pointing at your favorite flavor by coincidence. “This one is calling out to me for some reason.”

Your heart beats quicker, amazed by this serendipity. “That’s my favorite,” you admit, getting him a scoop.

“I had a feeling it would be,” he replies, beaming.

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angstbyangeline · 8 months ago

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Just A Glance

genre: slight angst

Jean Kirstein x gn! reader

author’s note: been a while but I finally got some ideas in the works! The reader is a titan shifter but it doesn’t matter to the story much. Enjoy the story :>

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Sometimes you wondered if staying on the Devil’s Island was a wiser choice than going back to Marley. Maybe Paradi’s punishment would’ve been more merciful than what Marley Inflicted on you. After Annie’s identity was discovered, you couldn’t risk them capturing you too. So you ran. Rode as far as your poor horse could take you. In a matter of days, you arrived in Marley. The nation that hated your kind. You threw yourself at the mercy of Marley. Sadly, they had none for those with Eldian blood.

They demanded results and information that you didn’t have. They didn’t kill you but threatened to have your titan power stripped from you. With that being said, they struck you and beat you over the simplest of things. This left you in a bloody mess most of the time. No one would come to your aid, all the soldiers believed you deserved it. Only your friends and warrior candidates had empathy for you. Marley would put you on the front line of battles and wars. It was both necessary for a win and a form of punishment.

You confided in Porco and Pieck a lot. Never revealing your true feelings or experiences on the island to Porco though. He would rat you out if he even caught a whiff of you being empathic towards anyone from Paradi. Pieck held more love in her heart. Especially for you. She understood your feelings and why you may feel bad but remind you that it was their form of manipulating you into sympathizing with them. You knew this was untrue but nodded along regardless.

Marleyan-Eldian citizens were forbidden from leaving the restricted area. This didn’t stop Porco from finding a way to the other side. He offered for you to come along once he was absolutely sure that it was safe to sneak out. You happily agreed, it would help take your mind off the battles and recurring stress. Once everything was in order and everyone was asleep, you and Porco left the building. You visualized the shops and performances you’d see on this secret adventure.

It was thrilling to break the rules and see different sights from what you had been bound to. You didn’t want to go back home. Porco and yourself had a great time. It was wonderful to forget your duties, past and concerns. You shopped and danced the night away.

Porco made sure to not sneak out with you so often as to not make it a habit. Regardless of if he went with you or not, you snuck out. It was fulfilling to escape to a different side of your home where you weren’t known or hated.

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Theo Magath must’ve been feeling generous and kind on this particular day because he had given you and the other warriors a day off.

An idea popped in your mind, we should sneak out today. You ran to find Porco, who was usually chilling in his room. You knock on the door and wait for a response. You let yourself in after hearing a muffled ‘come in’ from Porco.

“Porco!” You whispered as you silently shut the down behind you.

“Hmm?” He responded.

“Wanna sneak out today? Most of the guards will be off duty and I want to see the town in daylight.” You explain, quickly crouching down beside the bed.

“Eh… I don’t know. It’s risky” Porco expressed.

“Come on! We won’t get caught, trust me.” You gently shake his shoulder in a weird way to convince him to come along. He stayed quiet for a moment then exhaled an exasperated sigh.

“Ugh, fine. If we get caught, best believe I’m telling them it was your idea.” He rolled his eyes while lazily getting up from his bed.

You gave him a quick hug and sped off to your room to get ready. You let your friends know that you and Porco were going to see family and that you’ll probably won’t be back until nighttime. Since it wasn’t uncommon for you to visit your family, everyone took this at face value. Plus, your family rarely left home so this lie was impossible to be exposed.

The pair had left the building in a superficial hurry. And in almost an instant, you were on the other side of the wall. You flashed Porco a huge smile. He returned a half, uneasy one. He was a wreck. Constantly paranoid that someone will find out.

“Porco, the more you overthink it, it’s going to show on your face and people are gonna think we’re sketchy. Please, calm down.”

Porco scoffed and lightly pushed your shoulder with his own before walking in front of you. You giggle softly while following close behind, looking at all the delicious treats the stands had to offer. For some odd reason, you seemed to be craving ice cream.

The weather was perfect. The sun was warm and the wind was refreshing. Once you catch a glimpse of the ice cream stand, you take Porco’s hand and bypass the crowd. As you got closer, you realized that there was a line and let out a disappointed sigh. Defeatedly taking your place in the back of the short line, you scanned this side of Marley. It was busier and had more stands than it does during the night.

Some people from the crowd began to stare in the same direction, you took notice and tried looking to see what the big deal was. To no avail, you turn back to the ice cream stand. The line is gone and before you can take a step, a woman rushed in front of you and exclaimed to the ice cream man that she’ll take one.

Growing irritated at this woman, you crossed your arms, let out a huff and turned to complain. Only to realize that Porco was at another stand. You look back at the woman and two men had joined beside her. All three wearing the same attire, they must be from the same area. Something itched at you that they seemed familiar. You just couldn’t pinpoint it.

The trio began to cause loud commotion over the ice cream. Surprised that it was… cold? It’s literally ice cream. After everyone got their ice cream, they got out of your way. It was finally your turn to purchase the cold dessert. Out of curiosity you glanced over at the group. They praised the cold treat and encouraged the rest of their group to buy one as well. One had asked where to purchase it from, the taller man began to point towards your direction while saying something unintelligible.

The kind seller broke your gaze by asking,

“Excuse me? Would you like the usual today?” He became an acquaintance as you constantly bought from him on your secret nights out.

“I’m sorry- yes! The usual please…” You gave him a sweet small smile and watched as he scooped the ice cream into the brown cone.

Your brain ached at you to glance at the group again. You took a peek from the corner of your eye only to see a familiar face. A face you had forgotten because it was too painful to remember.

The face belonged to Jean Kirstein.

Your breath hitched, face flushed, heart pounded. It couldn’t be him. There’s no way they could’ve made it to Marley of all places. Before Jean could even register that it was you that he was looking at, you quickly paid for the treat and began to speed walk in the opposite direction. Your mind raced with thoughts, scenarios, choices and regrets. There was so much you wanted to say to Jean back then and much more you wanted to tell him now. Suddenly, a voice broke your train of spiraling thoughts.

“Hey! Excuse me-” Jean calls out.

You froze… he caught you. After what felt like forever, you made the choice to face him. You slowly look over your shoulder, eyes filled with horror. The world seemed to have stood still. Your eyes jumped all over the place. Taking in the new, old and matured features on his face. It was almost breathtaking how handsome he had become. The short beard and grown out hair suited him perfectly.

Jean noticed the new things about you too, your build was much muscular but skinner. The thing that jumped out to him the most was your eyes. They became duller and eye bags have been paired under them. He knows of Marley, what they have done to countries and their Eldian blooded citizens. Jean believed that you’ve been through worse than what you experienced on Paradi. Even still, your eyes and person were beautiful and angelic in his eyes.

You had only been standing there for roughly a minute but felt lost in his features for hours. The beaming sun had melted some of the ice cream. It was now dripping down your fingers. Not that you cared away. You were mortified to see the Jean Kirstein right before your eyes.

“Hey! What are you looking at?” Porco called out.

Your head snaps back to face Porco, who was now in front of you. You remained silent for a moment, thinking of an excuse. The nervousness was painted all over your face. Porco knew something was up.

“Sorry, I was looking at,” you paused to turn back to Jean for a split moment, “someone who looked like an old friend.”

Porco looked past you to see who this ‘old friend’ was. He got a good look at Jean before clenching his jaw and whispering, “huh? You’ve never lived out here, let alone known anyone. Come on, let's go, you’re drawing attention to yourself.”

Porco took hold of your spare hand and dragged you behind him. With a shaky exhale, you looked back to Jean to Porco then back to Jean. Your mouth felt agape, like you wanted to desperately say something- anything. Jean saw and felt the melancholy in your eyes. Neither wanted this to be the last time you encounter each other. But sadly, life had different plans.

Will I ever see you again? The pair thought as the distance between each other expanded.

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