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[marleys-freak]

as much as I hate to admit this, I somewhat shot myself in the foot writing my latest zeke fanfic.

they always tell fanfic authors to write for themselves and I ignored this valuable piece of advice as I'd do pretty much anything to avoid ever getting pregnant ((which I could technically do as far as I'm aware, since I am afab) in fact even as a kid I'd deliberately engage in behaviours my family scolded me for because according to old wives' tales they'd make me infertile) so this would NOT be a fanfic I'd read

why did I start it then? I guess I wanted something new and different. a more "realistic" fic (although I totally understand people preferring to read/write cute/fluffy stuff)

part of me wants to make it extremely dark and another part wants to give it a bittersweet ending at least. but I digress - writing it makes me feel so sick and lonely for some reason, it's like the dread of the situation is somehow transferring itself to me.

to the approximately 15 people who enjoyed it; don't worry guys, I'll post the other chapters too...it's just taking a little longer than anticipated, that's all. (also I'll still write and post the other stuff I mentioned before as well)

[marleys-freak]

the existence of black!reader and chubby!reader exposes the fact that the "default" reader is often written to adhere to a specific eurocentric beauty standard

even though it's meant to be a completely neutral figure, so many writers (maybe subconsciously) will sneak in something that implies otherwise

[marleys-freak]

• pairing: zeke x warrior!gn!reader (reader is afab though)

• synopsis: zeke uncovers your secret and offers the only solution he can think of

• cw: pregnancy (but it's NOT happy), miscarriage mention

• word count: 1.2k

• author's note: I thought this would be a pretty interesting concept, please don't think too hard about the logistics as I deliberately kept some things pretty vague, this isn't really meant to fit perfectly in the plot cause...how could it. anyway not sure when I'll write the other chapters as this was pretty uncomfortable to write ngl?? lol

Chapter 1: Departure

As you sat on the bed, your demeanour shifted from cold and tense to terrified and erratic in minutes. You first seemed to almost physically crumble from the weight of your problems, but then heavy sobs tore themselves from your throat, only interrupted by quick gasps for air. Even so, every time you breathed, you looked like you might choke or vomit. Maybe both.

It scared Zeke. Especially when the past few weeks had been so strange. You were distant and very obviously avoiding him. He didn't want to be pushy. You've been patient with him at every turn, when his mental health got bad or when he was incapacitated by the countless lumbar punctures inflicted upon him. You were always what he needed.

Still, he couldn't deny that he was a little hurt. He really did like you and thought you might be soulmates.

Now, he was hesitant even to just reach out to touch your shoulder. He may have been sitting right next to you, but he felt as though he'd never been so far away from anybody.

"What's wrong?" he asked clumsily, knowing you probably wouldn't be able to answer him.

Zeke was correct, you were sobbing so hard there was no way for you to get any words out and even if you had been physically able to do so it may have not been possible mentally, you just couldn't will yourself to say it no matter what. So, instead of saying anything, you staggered to your feet and began to remove your coat. Your sweaty hands were shaking so violently, undoing every button was a struggle. When you finally managed to open the garment, you slipped it off your trembling shoulders and hung your head. Tears spilt down your face endlessly and left small, wet marks on your shirt.

Zeke seemed slightly confused at the gesture, but he anxiously adjusted his glasses and tried to maintain a neutral expression. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

He helplessly opened his mouth and then closed it again. He felt like whatever he might say could potentially make everything worse. Even though he would've given anything to know the right thing to say to you in that moment, anything to help you calm down.

You sensed his confusion so next you untucked your shirt and roughly yanked it up to your chest.

Sure enough, there it was.

Inconspicuous enough beneath several layers of clothing but with nothing covering it, unmistakable.

You were pregnant.

Zeke's eyes widened behind his glasses. He couldn't truly believe what he was seeing. If he could've made a rational, conscious decision, he most definitely wouldn't have reached out to touch it, but he had to. It was the only way to verify that his eyes were, in fact, not deceiving him. As soon as his palm made contact with your warm skin, you flinched and quickly pulled away, but so did he.

Suddenly, Zeke too felt rather sick, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. Still, he tried his hardest not to let his emotions get to him, not now. After all, at the end of the day, it was in your body. He could've technically ran away from it all, literally or, more likely given his circumstances, figuratively. He could've pretended this had nothing to do with him...not that he planned to.

You weren't so lucky, you were trapped in this nightmare no matter what.

"Can...c-can you get rid of it?" he asked, his voice trailing off, not daring to look you in the eyes. You were grateful. You couldn't bear to look at him either.

After taking a shaky breath and nervously licking your lips, you finally spoke. "I tried, I mean I-I wanted to...but then I was too scared. I didn't know who to turn to."

You felt a pang of guilt in your chest. Normal parents would be overjoyed, but you weren't normal parents. Even thinking of the word "parent" made you want to crawl out of your skin.

Zeke tried to steady his breathing even though the pit in his stomach grew by the second. You were not to blame. In your position, he would've been terrified too, hell, he was terrified enough as is. There really was no escape.

"I understand...so how long...how..." Zeke breathed, his voice unsteady, finding his throat too dry to ask what he wanted, but you knew what he meant.

A few moments passed in complete silence before you replied, your voice barely audible.

"I...I don't know. Weeks and weeks...months even."

You swallowed and awkwardly twisted your waist one way then the other as if getting a better look at it would somehow provide you with an accurate answer.

The longer you stared at it, the more horrified you became. It was easy enough to ignore it initially. Even once you started to show, it wasn't too hard. You just had to wear more layers. Out of sight, out of mind, right? But you couldn't fool yourself, not forever. You tried acting like nothing was wrong, but it was difficult when you could think of nothing but methods you could possibly use to induce a miscarriage.

Knowing that it was growing stronger every day frightened you, and before you knew it, the swell of your abdomen was getting difficult to conceal.

Zeke held his head in his hands.

He never wanted children. You never wanted children. Or, more accurately, it was never something you'd think of, even putting your shared worldview aside. People like you did not have babies. Warriors were warriors. Not parents.

Neither of you had more than a handful of years left to live, not nearly enough. Who would care for it after both of you perished? Zeke's parents weren't around anymore, and neither were yours. Would his grandparents be willing? Or even...Eren?

No, no way. That was wishful thinking, not to mention completely unrealistic. Before you'd die, would you be able to find anyone who had the heart to take in a toddler about to become an orphan?

No. It'd be much more difficult than that. Anyone would eagerly take it, the successor of the Wonderboy.

Marley would train it into a warrior in no time. A super soldier, much like Zeke and with royal blood, no less. Endless war, anguish, conquests, countless experiments, and lumbar punctures. A massively shortened lifespan.

Still, nothing could be done anymore. Nothing made sense, and neither of you could think clearly.

Zeke briefly lifted his head and reached out towards you to gently pull your shirt back down over your stomach. For your own sake and his, neither of you could look at it any longer.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, your voice hardly a whisper as you sat back down next to Zeke.

"No, I'm sorry I had been careless. Clearly, I should've taken more precautions, and now I've put you into this situation. I'm sorry."

Suddenly, Zeke felt you embracing him for the first time after weeks of barely any interaction. You clung to him grimly, finally your gasping sobs dissolving into sniffles and hiccups. Despite the circumstances, wrapping your arms around Zeke and feeling his surprisingly soft, warm scent was heavenly. Being so close to him again made you almost believe that things could turn out well. Somehow.

He nuzzled his cheek against your neck, and from the way he was breathing, you could tell he was crying too.

"Let's get out of here. Let's leave Marley," he whispered abruptly.

He wouldn't let you down. This was your only chance.

[marleys-freak]

the semester is over (technically, it isn't, but I'm finished with my exams)

today, I will hopefully be posting the first chapter of a fic that might not be for everyone, but hopefully, it will be for someone lol

other than that, I have 4 wips, so if the thing I post today isn't your cup of tea, don't fret, I'm feeding everyone eventually, hopefully!

[marleys-freak]

zeke nation, I am NOT letting you down

[marleys-freak]

Words can't express how much I want to thank you for ur obsession and writing about Zeke. As a fellow Zeke lover, it's really rough at here looking for some Zeke fics, esp most of them is f!reader(no hate but I need m or gn reader content too yk)😔🙏❤️

first of all, thank you for sending me my first ask ever! 🙇🏻‍♂️

you're welcome, I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying my writing. the good news is that I won't stop writing zeke stuff anytime soon (the bad news is that I'm being forced to take the tiniest break because of university)

I get that, and that's why I try my best to keep my fanfictions as neutral as possible. not only regarding gender but skin colour, height, and weight too. (no hate to anyone but in so many fics the reader is inexplicably implied to be white/short/thin and it just feels so unnecessary)

ik my fics still aren't fully inclusive, but if someone approached me with a specific request, I'd do my best to do some research and deliver 🫡

no one should be denied the joy of reading a zeke fanfic 💚💚💚

[marleys-freak]

pulling 12 hour shifts in the loving Zeke factory

[marleys-freak]

I'm so fucking miserable about Zeke, time for this week's 28th Zeke related breakdown

[marleys-freak]

local zeke lover awakens from nightmare concerning father, how original

[marleys-freak]

I need to write more Zeke fluff idc

[marleys-freak]

[marleys-freak]

• pairing: zeke x warrior!gn!reader

• synopsis: despite titan shifter regeneration, zeke requires additional healing

• cw: none

• word count: 740

You sat leaned against a tree in the yard, with your knees pulled up against your chest, clearly sulking. Normally during your brief breaks while training you didn't mind socialising with other warriors and warrior candidates but you didn't feel like talking today.

It has been a rough training session, and Commander Magath seemed to be in an especially foul mood. He wasn't normally a kind man either, but today, he seemed to treat everyone like absolute dirt. Usually, you didn't give much thought to his words, but this time, he just went too far.

You knew how he was, so really, you were more angry than hurt and felt if you spoke to anyone you'd have no kind words to say.

Even when Zeke approached asking if he could sit with you, you only replied with a curt nod.

He plopped down next to you, lit a cigarette and hesitantly rattled the box in your direction.

"Want a smoke?"

You wordlessly plucked a cigarette from the box and placed it between your lips then glanced at Zeke expectantly. He quickly realised what you were waiting for and pushed his box of matches open only to find it empty.

"Oh...I guess I just used the last one. No matter, allow me," he leaned closer to your face and pressed the tip of his cigarette to yours. You inhaled then pulled away once you felt smoke filling your lungs.

"Thanks Zeke," you mumbled and took a long drag from the cigarette. You could feel the tension melting away immediately. But you weren't entirely sure if it was due to the nicotine or Zeke's sudden closeness.

You looked up at him again and noticed the smoke emanating from the direction of his hand. Was it only from the cigarette or was he still healing a bad injury?

No, it was definitely an injury.

You took another drag from your cigarette, and so did he.

And another.

And another.

When you both finished, he was ready to tuck his hands away into his pockets, but you caught the edge of his sleeve.

"You're hurt."

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. You got hurt during training, I saw it, I just didn't realise how bad it was."

Zeke's laid-back facade breaking was somewhat given away by the fact he answered through gritted teeth. "It does not matter."

He hoped you'd think he was adamant about it because of the rapid healing that came with being a titan shifter but honestly it was because he'd grown accustomed to downplaying and ignoring his injuries as a kid. No one cared then, why would anyone care now. Especially now!

He was too lost in thought to register the way you shifted closer and brought his hand up to your face.

"This will help you heal even quicker," you said and gently pressed your lips against his hand. "See, it's better already."

Zeke sheepishly leaned his head on your shoulder. "Yes, much better...but I'm still hurt."

You seemed confused for a moment, but you could almost see the gears in his head turning. Zeke was definitely up to something.

"You are?" you asked with your eyebrows slightly raised, not feeling patient enough to begin guessing what he meant.

He lazily lifted his head and turned towards you, his hand now cupping your cheek.

"Well...what if I told you I also suffered a terrible lip injury?" he asked and leaned so close you could smell the cigarettes and coffee on his breath.

You let out a soft laugh, you could never resist indulging him – not for long anyhow.

"I'd call you a liar..." you answered, your eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between you.

You let your lips brush against each other tentatively before giving him a tender peck on the lips.

They were surprisingly soft but you didn't want to linger in case anyone saw.

Not that you felt ashamed or anything like that, but you didn't need anyone staring. Besides, Zeke was a fiercely private person, so in public, even something so small was a bold move by his standards.

"Just don't try to tell me your tongue hurts too," you teased and touched the tip of your nose against his, then gave him another quick kiss before pulling away and standing up.

Zeke looked up at you, his blue eyes large and earnest.

"Will I see you tonight?"

You chuckled and nodded. "Certainly, I couldn't stay away even if I tried."

[marleys-freak]

AOT guys (+ Hange) as diabolical icks ft. random tiktok screenshots - Part 2

Hange:

Reiner:

Bertholdt:

Onyankopon:

Porco:

Zeke:

part 1

[marleys-freak]

AOT guys (+ Hange) as diabolical icks ft. random tiktok screenshots - Part 1

Eren:

Armin:

Jean:

Connie:

Levi:

Erwin:

part 2

[marleys-freak]

I wonder how many lumbar punctures Zeke had to endure, as generally only 10-15ml of cerebrospinal fluid can be acquired during a single procedure and granted we're never told how much is actually needed to make the mist/wine/whatever else but I think it's safe to say it's far more than 10-15ml

not to mention the number of experiments, tests, and probably straight up torture he had to go through for his powers to be somewhat figured out

[marleys-freak]

[MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI]

• pairing: eren (S4) x gn!reader (afab anatomy but no gendered nicknames)

• synopsis: eren plays with one of his favourite followers

• cw: spanking, gagging, very slight bondage(?), spitting, lowkey mean eren tbh

• word count: 1k

it was his birthday ig 🍰

You helplessly mewled draped over Eren's knees. There was no denying it, you loved getting spanked. You loved the way Eren held your wrists tight behind your back until they'd ache and the way he'd peel off your underwear and taunt you over how unbearably wet you got from getting manhandled and spanked.

"I know you heard me. Open wide" said Eren while rubbing the soft material against your cheek. "Don't tell me your devotion ends at getting gagged with your own panties."

You hastily shook your head, not daring to talk, instead you meekly opened your mouth.

"Good." Eren made sure to rub the wet patch, left by you minutes earlier, against your tongue before balling up the undergarment in his palm and carelessly shoving it into your mouth. "I bet you secretly love the way you taste, I know I do," Eren chuckled.

"You took that spanking so well" he muttered under his breath while rubbing his palm over the hot, bruised skin of your ass "a reward might be in order."

He reached between your legs and cupped your drooling cunt. "Completely soaked."

He ran his middle finger between your lips, gathering some of the wetness, then brought his hand to his mouth for a taste. "As much as I'd love to ask you to beg, I realise your mouth is otherwise occupied right now."

Eren was right. You could hardly muster a desperate whimper when he returned his hand to its original position and started teasing your folds again. "I'm sure you'll repay me in due time," Eren remarked, but his voice sounded like it came from somewhere far away. You were too caught up in feeling his fingers spread you open, and one of his digits being slowly pushed into you.

It was involuntary, you truly didn't mean to shift your hips back, but now that you did it wasn't enough, you needed more.

Eren wasn't having it though, as soon as he felt you move he yanked his hand away and delivered another swift slap to your already aching ass.

"Fucking greedy" he snapped and tightened his grip on your wrists. "Don't you dare move again, not unless I tell you to."

You let out a high pitched cry in response to the slap but steeled your resolve.

Eren shifted his knee and you knew it was a signal to open your legs a little more but once you did it still caught you by surprise when you heard and felt Eren spit between your asscheeks. The warm saliva quickly slid down and gathered at Eren's palm that was hovering so close to your cunt he could practically feel the heat radiating off it.

It was driving you crazy knowing that he did that just because he wanted to and for no real, practical reason. You were already so wet and ready, even the skin between your thighs was glistening with arousal.

"Remember what I told you, stay still" Eren warned and gently pinched your aching clit between two of his slick fingers. You exhaled sharply from your nose and nodded. It took all of your self control not to grind down on his palm, but this wasn't the first time Eren has tested your loyalty, you knew obeying him paid off.

He carried on teasing you for a few long minutes, deliberately letting the pads of his fingertips catch against your entrance and savouring the way your breath hitched in your throat every time he did so.

Then finally, you felt two of Eren's long fingers slide into the warm slick of your cunt right to the knuckles.

You whined behind your makeshift gag and fought the urge to move your hips against his hand once again.

Eren waited a few moments, seemingly testing you then he started to move his fingers at an unforgiving, brutal pace. You had to try to angle your body in a way that would allow you to keep your balance but it was difficult.

"Fuck, listen to yourself" Eren drawled.

Maybe that's why he chose to gag you, to hear the obscene wet squelching of your cunt around his fingers. He only stopped for a brief second to add a third finger. The sudden stretch made you whimper, it stung a little but you could feel yourself practically gushing all over Eren's hand and each rapid movement seemed to add to the heated pressure within you, every pump of his fingers taking you closer to your release.

Eren could feel your walls twitching against his fingers, squeezing them tight. So he decided to take pity on you and slide them out to instead focus on your puffy clit that.

He knew that the moment he brushed his fingers against the neglected bundle of nerves you'd lose all composure and it'd be over.

Eren decided to finally end your torment. As soon as his fingertips drew a few lazy circles around your swollen clit you couldn't hold back anymore.

Your cries and moans may have been muffled, but even Eren's threats weren't enough to keep you from moving. As the seemingly endless waves of pleasure washed over you, you rubbed yourself against his open palm, seeking any and all friction to prolong your orgasm.

Eren didn't pull his hand away, he chose to indulge you.

"If only you could see yourself, humping my hand like a bitch in heat."

Once you calmed down Eren peeled his hand that was plastered to your cunt away and watched the strands of wet stickiness initially connecting you two, break.

He also let go of your wrists so you could finally rip the panties from your mouth.

You slid off his lap and sat back onto your knees. However bfore you could say or do anything, Eren spoke.

"Already kneeling? Clever" he smirked and started undoing his belt.

He wasn't done with you.

[marleys-freak]

I think mentally being in shambles helped me become a way better Zeke understander