marsbutterfly

[marsbutterfly]

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[marsbutterfly]

I have this head cannon where Moblit and Hanji are into the same type of girls but Moblit usually gets them cuz they end up being straight but then Y/N comes along and Moblit is madly in love with her, Hanji lowkey has given up when it comes to her and Moblit falling for the same girl. But then she confesses that she’s into Ms Hanji Zoe. 👛

Loved By You (And The Other One)

Summary: Hanji and Moblit have always had the same taste when it came to girls and it was always easier for him to get a chance with them. Until they both meet you, that is.

a/n: thank you for sending this in! I had a lot of fun writing it and a sudden wave of inspiration came crashing down on me a couple days ago. I plan on writing several of your other requests, so I hope you are ready!

my proof reader: @wizzy21 | wc: 2.6k | wattpad! | ao3! warnings: none, just fluff!

"I heard from a friend of a friend that Moblit has been keeping his eye on y/n for some time now," Levi says. His back is pressed against the wall as he sits on Erwin's bed, his legs are crossed while he continues to take a few bites of his bowl of noodles.

Hanji, who is sitting by the computer, lets out a long and pained sigh. They bring their hands to their eyes, lifting their glasses above their forehead and rubbing their eyes in the process. "A friend of a friend, really?"

The black-haired man carefully wipes the corner of his mouth with a napkin, placing the bowl on his lap. Once he makes sure it's secure, he lifts his eyes to meet Hanji's face, realizing there is more than a subtle hint of hurt behind it.

"He told me during Criminal Justice class that he had a plan to ask her out," he says, his voice is now gentler than before, carrying with it almost a bit of pity. "He says he has been in love with her since the moment they met in Psychology class last semester. He's been trying to get with her but she might be a bit clueless about his crush or something."

Hanji's eyes sting with unwashed tears, frustration filling their body. This isn't the first time a situation like this has occurred, nor the second, or third. It has happened more times than they could count on one hand. They will fall in love with a girl, befriend her and, as they are about to confess their crush, they find out Moblit has already talked to them and they have planned a date or have already made out.

They know he isn't doing it on purpose, after all, they had never really talked to him about the entire situation. But when it came to you, things were different. They had been expressing their interest in you for the longest time, loud and clearly enough for anyone around to notice. Well, except for the object of their affection.

Just the mere mention of your name was enough to make their heart soar higher than a passenger plane, looking at you was like being mesmerized by the sunset at the beach and the sound of your voice could only be compared to the most beautiful melody ever composed by a human being.

"He knows how I feel about her," Hanji whispers, burying their face in their hands, slumping their body forward over their knees on the chair. It's a pathetic sight, but they can't help but feel pathetic in this moment.

Erwin, who exits the bathroom with his shorts on and a towel shuffling around his hair, has been listening in to their conversation while drying off from his shower and he can't help but sigh. He places his hand on Hanji's back, tenderly moving it up and down.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with guilt, "I tried to dissuade him. I tried to tell him to just let you have this one, but he said he was really in love this time and he was willing to fight for her."

He can tell something is brewing within their friend's chest so he looks at Levi, who in response nods and tosses a pillow at the blonde man. He proceeds to hand the object to Hanji and they nod thankfully before burying their face in the soft surface, allowing an ear-piercing scream to exit their lungs. If it weren't for the pillow, one might think it was loud enough to shatter the dorm's windows.

In the meantime, you find yourself outside one of your classrooms, a very nervous Moblit making his way towards you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. His face is sweatier and redder than usual, his breathing is quickening and you can tell his hands are trembling.

Though worried, you flash him the usual smile, walking in his direction. "Hi Moblit, are you alright? I didn't think you had class in this building today and this is pretty far away from your dorm, or any other of your classes, really."

"Y/N…" He begins, his voice slightly faltering so he clears his throat, "I have been thinking for a while and I wanted to talk to you about something!"

His words catch you by surprise, a bad feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. The flowers, his face, everything about his posture is screaming exactly what he wants to tell you and you sigh, clutching your books tighter against your chest. You lift your eyes to meet his while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, paying close attention to what he says while already thinking of the best way to reject him.

"I have had a crush on you since last semester and I am pretty sure I am fully in love with you and I really want to know if you would be interested in going on a date and maybe kissing and becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, I promise I can make you so happy, please!" He says, all in one breath. For a second there, his eyes go slightly crossed and you are afraid he's going to pass out. Your jaw tightens and you awkwardly shift around, licking your lips while still thinking about what to say.

"Moblit, I'm -" You begin, quickly being interrupted by his trembling hands as he hands you the flowers. You smile uncomfortably and nod, "Thank you. Look, we're good friends and I know you are a sweet guy but… There is someone else in my heart right now. Someone I have been flirting with over these past few weeks and, even if they don't seem to realize it yet."

You can nearly hear the moment his heart breaks, his face dropping slightly and, if you look hard enough, it seems like he is on the verge of tears. He takes a deep breath, "Thank you for letting me know. I… A-Appreciate your honesty and I… Wish you… Luck."

The scene is truly pathetic and you can't help but feel a pang of guilt in your heart as you look at him. With a sigh and a smile, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close for a hug. He doesn't even dare to wrap his arms around his waist, but he is grateful for the chance to be this close to you, even if just this once, even if just for a minute.

"We can still be friends if that's okay with you," you whisper softly as you pull away, your hands resting on his shoulders as you take a good look at his defeated expression. He nods somewhat excitedly.

"If that's ok with you," He sniffles, an embarrassed chuckle making its way past his lips, "Oh man, and I almost let Hanji dissuade me from confessing today. Maybe I should have listened to them, for once."

You pause, pulling your hand away. Your heart is now beating a thousand miles per hour and the fear of God has been struck into you, Moblit's words echoing in your brain repeatedly as you look at him. "I almost let Hanji dissuade me."

That meant that Hanji was aware that Moblit had a crush on you. That also explained why every time you smiled at them, or tried to flirt even in the slightest, they would only return the affection for a second before locking eyes with him and returning back to a sadder version of themselves. You look back on all the study sessions the two of you had by yourselves, where their bubbly personality came out. All of the times they playfully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and when they would hold and wiggle the pencil in a certain way to make it seem like it was made out of rubber.

"Hanji knows you have a crush on me?" You whisper, goosebumps rising through your skin. You don't want them to think you like Moblit back, you like them! You can't help but be terrified of the idea of your chances being destroyed over a mistake that wasn't yours.

"Yeah, we usually get crushes on the same girls but this is actually the first time I've lost to them," Moblit says, still handing you the flowers regardless. They are sunflowers, the one specific kind that has always reminded you of Hanji. "Here, to whoever owns that special place in your heart. Give it to them."

His words hit you like a truck and you realize that this entire time, your feelings have been reciprocated. Hanji has had a crush on you for just as long as you have had a crush on them.

You clutch the books closer to your chest as you take the flowers, "Where's Hanji right now?"

Moblit looks at the watch on his wrist and, after some quick thinking, he is finally able to provide you with an answer. "Well, they didn't have their last class today since the professor lost the lecture's PowerPoint so I'm pretty sure they are just hanging out at Erwin and Levi's dorm."

You kiss his cheek as a token of your appreciation before bolting in the direction of your friends' room. On your way there, you try to think of what to say when you are talking to them. When you look at those coffee-colored eyes, will you be able to pour out your feelings? Or will you be too much of a scaredy cat?

It doesn't matter, nothing else matters. You need to tell them. So you continue to run, bumping against people and mumbling out half-assed apologies, your lungs burning as you try to breathe during your sprints.

Hanji now finds themselves lying on the floor with their headphones in, staring at the ceiling while blaring "All By Myself - Celine Dion". The song has been playing on a loop for the past twenty minutes and, even with the buds in their ears, every word of the lyrics can be clearly heard by anyone within a twenty-mile radius (or so Levi believes.)

"I can't do this anymore," he clutches the pillow over his own face, grunting loudly. He pulls away only to stare at the surface, a bit of a murderous look in his eyes.

"No," Erwin responds in a calm tone, though a bit of an assumed subtext to his word. Levi grunts once more, allowing his body to fall backward on the blonde's bed.

"I could make it super quick, they would not feel a thing."

"You're not killing Hanji."

Before they can continue going back and forth with Levi's decision, they hear footsteps running across the hallway and stopping right before their door, followed by a quiet and polite knock.

"It's open," Erwin furrows his brows, stopping in the middle of a complex equation and putting the pencil down. It takes a few seconds for you to gather yourself enough to open the door, your eyes quickly scanning the room around you.

One side is extremely tidy, not a single piece of paper out of place. The skin products are organized in order of usage, cleaning products are neatly stocked inside a basket under the desk and you can see a detailed schedule on the board above the bed dictating chores and what days they need to be completed by.

The other one is organized in its own way. Though seemingly a mess to some, you can tell there is a method to the madness. There are calculators in the open drawer, organized by the complexity of the buttons and the size. There are piles of paper on the ground, but they are somewhat color-coded, and many half-eaten snacks sit on each side of the notebooks, almost like he allows himself a "reward bite" out of his favorite candy for every equation he correctly solves.

Hanji's head rolls back slightly on the ground and their eyes make their way up your body, from your sneakers to your jean shorts with hearts on the pockets, your pink blouse, and finally, your face. You've got sweat dripping down your face but, as soon as your eyes meet, they gasp, pulling their headphones out of their ears.

"Y/N!" They sit up, their cheeks blushing as they smile at the mere sight of you. Their joy silently dies down as they remember you probably scheduled a date with Moblit and are there just to deliver the news that you don't have any interest in them at all.

"Hanji… Can… We… Talk…?" You say breathlessly, your lungs feel like you are breathing in fire. They don't want to, they are terrified of what you have to say but the idea of being alone with you, that up close, was enough to make them shiver.

They stand up and nod, gesturing towards the outside of the room before closing the door behind them. You can almost hear the exact moment Levi and Erwin press their ears to the surface, desperate to get the information straight from the source.

"Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" They look down at the sunflowers in your hand and offer you a sad smile, "Those are really pretty."

"They are for you!" Your voice goes higher than you ever thought it was possible. Hanji's eyes widen as you hand them the flowers, their fingers carefully brushing against yours, so gently that it could only be compared to the flapping wings of a butterfly in the wind.

"I don't understand…"

"Can I kiss you?" You ask bluntly. During your run, you realized there was no way you would be able to find the words you wanted to say without making a fool out of yourself. So you made the ultimate decision that actions speak louder than words. You want to kiss them badly, but you need to hear them say yes first.

"Fucking, please!" They carefully drop the flowers to the ground, hands immediately coming to grasp your waist while you cup their face.

After all the nights you had spent dreaming about this moment, you focus on the small details about them. Their lips are softer than you thought they would be, while their hands are a bit rougher from all the mechanical work they do for their projects.

Their nose bumps against yours as your tongues dance together to a melody of their own, a rhythm not known by any other living soul on Earth besides the two of you.

Their breath has a hit of caramel to it and you know it came from their coffee order before class. Their messy hair falls against your fingers and you can tell by how smooth their curls feel that they have recently washed it.

A few other residents and students walk by, some whistling, some grunting in annoyance, but most are unphased by the gesture. It is a college campus, after all.

When you finally pull away, you place your forehead against theirs, your thumbs gently caressing their cheeks as you smile, unable to help yourself from continuing to pepper their lips in small kisses.

"I don't understand," they whisper, their grip on your tightening, "I thought Moblit asked you out."

"Oh, he did," you confirm and when a puzzled expression takes over their face, you continue,

"But I have been hoping maybe you and I could go on a date instead?"

At that moment, it was the happiest Hanji had ever felt. For the first time, a girl had chosen them instead of their best friend, and, most of all, it was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen. They could not have gotten more lucky.

[marsbutterfly]

Too Sweet

Summary: For the past few weeks, Hanji has locked themselves away in their office, away from prying eyes, including your own. But your heart can clearly tell when something is wrong with your beloved.

a/n: hey everyone <3 this story is entirely based on the cover art by my amazing artist friend @kylekoraki ! please show them some love and everyone say "thank you" to kyle for drawing this! <3 here's their twitter as well <3

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: canon setting, fem!reader, non-binary!hanji zoe, no warnings really, just some heavy kissing. not really beta read, we die like men <3

 ao3 | wattpad | cover by: @kylekoraki | wc: 4.2k

You knock on the door. Once, twice, thrice. No answer. A grunt escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, repeating the action. Once, twice, thrice. Nothing again. Now a frown takes the place of the smile that used to rest on your face, you know they are in there, you can hear the papers being shuffled around, the tapping of their pen, the shadow of their body as they pass by the door, even faintly the sound of the ice that clinks around their whiskey glass.

You raise your hand to knock again, but before you even have the chance, the door opens. Barely enough for any light to make it through but you see the faint silhouette of Hanji's lips pouting. "You know that when someone doesn't answer, it means they want to be left alone, right?" Their voice is low, almost as if they are making sure to remain quiet to not attract any more unnecessary attention.

"But... it's me.." you respond just as softly, a pout of your own forming, "I'm not like other people."

“y/n…” They begin, moving their glasses from the spot on their face towards the top of their head, pushing their bangs backward in the meantime. Their brown eyes stare at you for what feels like forever, their mind hiding behind an ocean of thoughts and an expression you can’t quite decipher this time around.

They want you to stay, to hold you in their arms as they sit here in the comforting silence of your presence, but instead, they shake their head, trying their best to remove any thoughts of what your warmth would do to them. A heavy sigh makes its way past their lips, the eyebags under their eyes more present than ever as they begin to talk again.

“Please, I’m fine,” they respond. What Hanji fails to realize is that their voice did a slight tremble, not noticeable to anyone else but you know them better than the palm of your own hand. They are the pure representation of your heart beating outside of your chest, so seeing them in such distress is enough to make you act against direct orders, consequences be damned.

“You are not,” you respond. Their office is a mess, their research papers scattered around with drawings and models of flying boats, new weapons, and ways to improve the Survey Corps all around. A thousand and one ideas, some connecting and some just scattered around the wind. 

The whiskey bottle that until a few weeks ago rested full to the brim on their bookshelf now finds itself on its last few sips, the curtains are drawn so no amount of light other than the small candles at the edge of their table can exist in the room and you even notice a few shards of broken glass, probably meaning that they have dropped a cup or two, either from exhaustion or from not being able to see in the dark.

“When was the last time you ate anything?” You ask, gently taking the whiskey glass out of their hand. You notice a small blush creeping its way onto their cheeks as their eyes pointedly avoid yours and, by these simple reactions, you can tell it has been a while, “You’re losing weight.”

They try to reach for the glass once more but you shake your head, pulling it further away. Even though they are stronger than you and could easily take it back if they wanted to, they don't. Instead, Hanji leans against their desk, crossing their arms in front of their chest as they let out a heavy sigh. They want to lie, to tell you they are fine, and pretend like nothing is wrong, but before a single false promise about their well-being can make its way past their lips, you speak up again.

“I can tell you haven’t been sleeping,” your voice is soothing, not an ounce of frustration or anger behind it, just plain worry. You take a step closer, fully prepared for another rejection but it doesn’t come this time around, though you still don’t dare take a deep breath until the moment your fingertips brush against their left cheek, just slightly beneath their eyepatch, “you look exhausted.”

“Now that’s just rude!” An exhausted chuckle escapes their lips as they nuzzle their face into your hand, their expression contorting from anguish to a somewhat relaxed one and it causes your heart to nearly stop for a second before between at three times the usual speed, you are convinced they can hear it from where they stand. “I’ll have you know that I look awesome.”

It’s your turn to chuckle, your worries melting away for simply a second before coming back at full force, knowing way too well that redirecting attention and humor have always been Hanji’s favorite ways of avoiding a serious conversation.

“Hanji…” You start, your tone of voice sounding just as exhausted and defeated as theirs. It drags a loud sigh out of their chest, but as their mouth opens to complain, you continue, a begging tone in your voice as your eyes fill with unwashed tears, “Please, just talk to me.”

That look is enough to cause a painful bang to shoot throughout their body, their heart dropping to their stomach with the knowledge that it is their fault that you look this way. So, without even realizing it, they are already taking a couple of steps forward, hands tightly grasping at your hips as they lean their forehead against yours.

“I’ve just been so busy,” they whisper, the broken tone in their voice creates a tight knot in your throat and the sensation only grows stronger as they continue to speak, “Paperwork, meetings, and any free time I have I go to the lab, trying to complete some old experiments I’ve had from years ago. Even if I try to sleep, I just… Lay there, staring at the ceiling, maybe getting two or three hours here and there.”

You sigh, your arms immediately wrapping around their neck as you pull them close. Their eyelashes bat against the skin of your neck as they close their eyes, a shaky breath escaping them as they inhale your scent, focusing on the way your body feels and smells.

At that moment, an idea hits you. Without disturbing the hug, you look around the messy room, quickly taking in the setting before noticing that, for once, their couch rests next to the window, uncluttered and undisturbed. 

Reluctantly, you pull away from them and the first thing you can hear is a grunt of disapproval. Once your eyes meet again, their pupils are so big, they could only be compared to a puppy dog that has just discovered steak for the first time, pleading, begging even, “Why’d you do that?”

Without an answer, your hand slides with theirs, fingers lacing and fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Their palm is slightly wet, though you can’t quite place if it is from the condensation from the whiskey glass they held earlier or if it is from nervous sweats. Regardless, all you can focus on is how warm their presence feels close to you.

You don’t speak, instead, you just guide their body towards the couch, their feet dragging behind you, “what are we doing?” They ask, their eyes already fighting to remain open in a combination of the exhaustion and the fuzzy feeling from being drunk, the comfort you bring them doesn’t help either. They are clearly forcing themselves to stay awake, wanting to spend all of this time with you instead of stubbornly trying to push you away.

“We are not doing anything,” you respond, taking a seat on the couch. Your free hand brushes against the spot next to you and they quickly catch onto what you are hinting, your words finally clicking in their head as they flash you a confused look, “You, on the other hand, are going to sleep for a while.”

Their eyes widen for a second as your words take them by surprise, a small groan of protest making its way past their chapped lips, “mmmmm, noo, I can’t… I have so much work that I need to get done… I don’t... Have time to sleep.”

Carefully, you bring your hand towards the back of their head, pulling the ponytail holder out of their hair to make sure they are more comfortable for the next step, which includes guiding their head down towards your thighs. It doesn’t take much effort nor does Hanji put up much of a fight, their body is completely exhausted after all.

“Mmmm,” they whine, their voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and stubbornness, almost like a child who refuses to lay down for nap time, but once again, they don’t put up a fight, “damn it, how could I ever say no to you?”

“You can’t,” you chuckle, your fingers beginning to comb through the knots in their hair, detangling the strands, your nails gently scratching their scalp while you are at it, “I promise I will be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your words are soft, carrying so much love that it is almost impossible for Hanji not to melt on the spot. The warmth of your legs combined with the feeling of your fingers going through their hair is finally enough to relax their overly exhausted body, their eyes finally closing and you use your free hand to remove their glasses, hanging it up on the neckline of your shirt.

“Finnneeeee,” Hanji whines once more, turning their body over so their face is buried in your stomach, their slim body now curled into a small ball on the couch and you can’t help but smile at the sight, “but do not let me sleep for more than thirty minutes. An hour, tops.”

You lift your eyes slightly to take a look at the clock on the wall, a gift from Kiyomi to celebrate your relationship. Silently, you take note of the time and look back down at your beloved, a soft, whispered “okay” leaving your lips.

“I’m serious,” Their voice starts sounding more sluggish by the second, their mind already starting to drift off but they fight back sleep for a few extra minutes, just enough to finish the conversation between the two of you, their voice extremely drowsy, “I’ll be mad if you don’t wake me up.”

“I would not dream of doing such a thing,” you respond, unsure if they recognize the mischievous tone in your words or not, but truly hoping that, if they do, they are simply choosing to ignore it. Even so, the way you speak brings them so much comfort, a sense of peace they haven’t felt since becoming commander, “just sleep, my love. I’ll be here.”

The moment Hanji hears you whisper that promise, the certainty that you will be here when they wake up, it’s like a switch flips inside of their mind and they finally allow their body to relax against your touch. Much like a cat, they purr as you continue to run your fingers through their hair, unable to avoid the smile that is now stamped on their lips.

“Thank you, love you,” they whisper, their voice is barely audible and you almost miss it. You don’t even have time to respond before they are completely asleep, the weight of the countless sleepless days finally catching up with their body.

When the first hour passes, you look up from your book, your eyes landing on the clock before making their way down towards Hanji’s face. They look so peaceful, their breathing is so calm and even that it soothes your own worries away and it takes every ounce of your strength not to lay down and nap with them. 

The decision to let them continue their slumber is an easy one. Eventually, you notice a small smile that tugs the corner of their lips in their sleep and you can’t help but wonder and hope that they are dreaming of you. Nevertheless, your fingers continue to go through the strands of their hair, even if it makes flipping the pages of your book a bit difficult, you manage to find a solution by placing it down on the armrest of the couch before using your pinky and ring fingers to hold the object down while the remaining digits flip towards the next page.

Another hour goes by and you start to ponder if you should wake them up. Maybe letting them sleep for this long wasn’t such a good idea, especially since you know they have to return to their duties as commander of the Survey Corps, such as continuing their research and sketching plans for the flying boat. But you can see it in their expression, the small specs of the bubbly person they used to be finally showing back up on their features as they sleep, small reminders of the bright light that has saved you from darkness more times than you can count.

You gasp softly when Hanji stirs slightly in your lap, your heart clenching in your chest as you continue to look down at them, scared that you moved too much and it caused them to wake up. Their expression is still undisturbed, almost like a cat that has just found the warmest spot on the window sill and you catch yourself smiling at them. A silly, love-sick smile that only they can bring out of you.

As the third-hour rolls by and you are trying to convince yourself that it is time to wake them up, you hear a knock on the door and your entire body freezes. You find yourself torn by the two options:

1) Do you say something loudly enough for the person on the other side to hear and risk waking Hanji up in a stressful way before throwing them directly into a situation in which they need to be the Commander, and not the bubbly Hanji Zoe you once loved so dearly.

2) You silently hope that the soldier on the other side will either go away soon or open the door quietly. The couch, though it is by the window, still has a perfect view of the front door to their office, so the person would quickly notice the situation and you would be able to calmly wake Hanji at your own pace, without any negative or stressful interactions.

A second, more forceful knock comes and you notice Hanji slowly starting to shift on your lap. The annoyed expression on your face morphs into one of anger and, as the shadow on the door side moves to knock for a third time, you decide to throw a pillow at the surface.

The person stops midway with their movements before their hand slowly comes to rest on the knob, twisting it slightly as the door quietly swings open. In front of you stands a very nervous scout, one of the new recruits, who hasn’t even been able to choose a specialty yet. His hands are trembling and he nearly drops the stack of papers he holds in his grasp, eyes bugging out of his skull as he looks at you and the sleeping figure on your legs.

“P-paperwork… F-for the C-Commander…” His voice is quiet and trembling, almost as if he is stepping directly into a monster’s lair. You realize in this moment just how intimidating Hanji is in everyone else’s perspective but your own and you can’t help but smile. You nod and gesture your head towards their desk, placing your index finger in front of your lips.

“I-it’s from… Instructor S-Shadis,” he says in the quietest of whispers, but you could already tell. Keith Shadis’ ugly handwriting was something you could identify from a mile away if you had to, “r-reports about… T-the ranking c-ceremony.”

“Thank you,” you mouth the words softly, your fingers moving on Hanji’s hair. They look so small and calm, almost like a harmless kitten, a direct contrast to the authoritative figure that can command an entire room with just a single look in their eye.

The boy nods, his trembling legs making their way towards the wooden table and carefully placing the new stack of paper next to the old ones, trying his best to make sure it is neatly organized while desperately avoiding eye contact with you. He does a quick salute towards you before eagerly exiting the room and you can nearly hear his breath of relief once he is out of sight, outside the closed doors.

You shake your head before looking down at Hanji once more to see a smile on their face. You roll your eyes, “how long have you been awake for?”

The smile on their face grows bigger, their eyes opening slowly to look at you, still a blurry image from the lack of their glasses but still enough for their heart to beat slightly faster, “since the first knock.” Of course, you think to yourself, “How long was I asleep for?”

You look at the clock, and a part of you wants to lie, say it’s only been thirty minutes or so but when you look out the window, you realize the sun has already started to set, making it impossible for such a thing to be even remotely believable. You sigh again.

“Around three hours…” You respond in a sheepish voice, avoiding their gaze. Immediately, Hanji sits up, placing their glasses above the bridge of their nose and looking at the clock on the wall. Once they look back at you, you can see the slightly irritated expression on their face and you feel like you could just shrink and disappear under such a harsh gaze.

“y/n, you promised!” They blur out and you can tell it isn’t anger or irritation… It’s an intense pile of anxiety, hidden behind the harsh facade they attempt to put up. They’re scared that something went wrong in the period they have been sleeping, like the Survey Corps might have fallen apart and they were doing something so useless such as taking a nap. A single thought is going through their mind, those words they have been chanting like a mantra since the fateful day in Shiganshina.

Erwin Would Never.

You stand up a mere second after them, watching closely as their hands grip the edges of the desk and their head hangs low, hips tilted forward in a desperate attempt to hold themselves upright. It breaks your heart to see them like this and, no matter how much you agree with Erwin that Hanji should be the next Commander, you can’t forgive him for leaving such a massive responsibility on their shoulders.

So your arms wrap around their waist, your cheek finding a perfect spot in the area between their shoulder blades. You nuzzle your face against their vest, nearly purring as you do. The smell of Hanji’s skin, mixed with a little bit of sweat as a result of their nap awakens the butterflies in your stomach and the only thing able to bring you out of your thoughts is the broken sound of their voice.

“How long were you going to let me sleep for?” They whisper, a hint of desperation behind their tone and you notice they are shaking. You tighten your grip around them.

“For as long as you needed,” you respond and, at the sound of their quiet sob, your heart shatters. “You haven’t been eating or sleeping, you are drinking in the middle of the day and, well, you are pulling away from me.”

With a long sigh, they turn around, a defeated expression on their face, “Y/n, I’m a mess. I’ve always been a mess. I’m always overthinking things, I’m mean, I’m stubborn, please. I need to catch up on my work, it’s so much paperwork and it just keeps piling up…”

“Hanji, you’re spiraling,” you whisper, fingertips almost featherlike as they brush against their arm. You hope and pray and nearly fall to your knees begging that they will listen to your voice, that they will give you time to make your case and prove that they are so much more than anything they are thinking, but they continue.

“Erwin’s one mistake was making someone like me the commander,” they whisper in the most defeated tone you have ever heard. It’s like something in your mind snaps and you immediately grab a hold of their wrist, flipping them around before pressing your body against theirs on the table.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good,” your voice is stern in a way Hanji had never heard before, it’s filled with pain, heartache, and still so much love, “Erwin wouldn’t have made you Commander if he didn’t think you would be a perfect choice. And I agree.”

Hanji wants to protest, they want to contradict you but the desperate look in your eyes convinces them to remain silent. Instead, they focus all of their attention on your words, into the amount of effort it takes you not to break into tears as you listen to their self-deprecating words, the doubt in their mind. They focus on the way your lips move and how desperately they want to kiss you.

“You are the reason why we were able to eradicate titans outside the wall, you created the thunder spears that were enough to scare off the armored titan,” you continue, the trembling in your hands is so intense you can barely contain your grip on them but you don’t let go nevertheless, “Moblit sacrificed himself for you because he believed you could guide us towards the world outside the walls. Erwin entrusted the Survey Corps to you because you are the most brilliant person any of us has ever seen. Please, just… Tell me you at least believe me.”

They don’t respond, not because they don’t want to, but because their voice won’t come out. It’s as if their brain has lost connection with their vocal chords and all they can focus on is the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. 

So in one swift move, Hanji grabs a hold of your wrist and immediately switches places with you. You can’t help but yelp quietly, especially when you feel their hands grasping at the back of your thighs as they lift you. Your hands reach behind you, carefully assessing the area while trying not to mix any of their paperwork, but Hanji doesn’t have a single care in the world that isn’t you at this moment.

Their eyes hungrily stare at your lips and, with a silent nod of their head, you push away all the papers that were once so neatly organized on their desk. Once you are sitting down and your legs wrap around their waist, Hanji wastes no time in sealing their lips with yours, a delighted hum escaping your body once they do.

You wrap your arms around their neck, allowing your fingers to venture through the messy strands of their hair. Their fingers dig into your hips, strong enough to nearly leave a few bruises but neither of you care, the need you have for each other overwhelms any and every other one of your senses.

Their tongue slowly glides on your lower lip before they gently take it in between their teeth, pulling the skin towards them. After a few seconds, they let go and immediately begin to silently beg for entrance, using the tip of their tongue to nudge your lips apart and it doesn’t take you long to indulge.

They pull you closer to themselves, your bodies pressed together without a single inch of free space as they hold you, nearly afraid that you might disappear the second they loosen their grip. It’s the first time you have kissed in what feels like forever, even if it has been just a few weeks.

You can’t help but focus on the taste of whiskey in their mouth, it’s completely different from anything ever made inside the Walls. It nearly tastes “expensive”, for the lack of a better word. It’s been hours since they have last taken a sip and the flavor is still so vivid on their tongue. So much so that it nearly burns once your saliva begins mixing.

It’s only when the need for air becomes unbearable that the two of you pull away, a small string of saliva connecting your bodies. You run your tongue over your lip, breaking that connection and still getting one last taste of them. The sight causes a shiver to run down Hanji’s spine and they smile, gently placing their forehead against yours.

“I needed that,” they whisper, a smile stamped across their face and you nod, “I’m sorry for pushing you away, I’m just… Having a lot of big feelings that I couldn’t express but I have you now.”

“It’s okay, just don’t forget that I am here for and with you, okay?” You whisper back in a love-filled voice and they smile once more, nodding their head as their grip around you tightens ever so slightly, “You still taste like home.”

“Yeah? And what does that taste like?” They chuckle, nuzzling their nose against yours, enough that you can feel their glasses against your face.

“Like expensive whiskey,” you respond and Hanji laughs, the sound you’ve missed most these past few weeks and you are reminded yet again that home is whatever, wherever and whenever you are with them. No matter what.

[marsbutterfly]

I have written in the past and sometimes when I reread what I have written I feel proud yet cringe/hate/anxious. Is this normal?

hey ♡

I completely understand where you are coming from and, in my humble opinion, that is completely normal! I don't like to reread my own stuff because I get embarrassed easily like osajfaop

That's why I don't proof read my own stuff, I got a team (my best friend) who does it for me from time to time, otherwise we die like men.

It's good to see how far you have come in your own abilities and you shouldn't hate what you have written in the past. It was your best then and whatever you write today, will be your best now. Keep on going ♡

[marsbutterfly]

Nerd Hanji head cannons??? Absolutely smart and top of her class no social life? Pulls Y/N??? Erwin, Levi and Moblit are like is Reader blind???? Fluffy nerdy shit I eat that up and let me tell you I’m STARVING

Headcanons: Nerd! Hanji Zoe

a/n: i've had these ready for about a week or so but for some reason i haven't posted them? idk, but i do hope you enjoy heh i had fun.

warnings: none. this is pure fluff. | tagging: @wizzy21

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has been your close friend since the two of you were young. They were always a bit awkward and going around studying frogs or collecting rocks, but you were always following closely behind with a pencil sharpener and a box of band-aids.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who used to tutor you in their free time. Their favorite subjects had always been the most difficult ones: chemistry, physics and math. So they would always do everything in their power to make the subjects more interesting or, at the very least, easier for you to understand.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has done your homework for you more times than you could count. Some times because you were sick, some because you were getting frustrated and aggravated and some of them in exchange for some of your baking. So they would sit on the kitchen counter as you would bake them cookies, cakes, whatever they were craving that day.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has always been class president for as long as they were allowed to run. They were constantly trying their best to make sure everyone in class was happy and also having their concerns being heard. They ran unopposed for over five years, mainly because there was nobody else who could have done a better job than them.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who deletes all of their social media every time they have an exam coming up. No matter how many times you tell them that they could easily just delete the app, they will not listen to you because they say they're tempted to just "download it" again.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who has had a crush on you for years but never did anything about it. They wanted to ask you out for so long but didn't for two reasons. Number one is that they didn't think you felt the same way and, number two, because they wanted to wait until you both got to college and had an idea of what you were looking to do for the rest of your life.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who was the joke of the group multiple times but they still couldn't understand that they were being teased for your feelings about them, not the other way around.

❀ Nerd! Hanji Nerd hanji who excels in absolutely everything that they do but are completely oblivious to your feelings for them until you straight up kiss them after a day out together. You were already considering it a date, they thought the two of you were just hanging out before college started. They didn't complain one bit, though.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who doesn't pay attention to how they look, especially when you go out together. They will keep their hair in a messy ponytail, wear the same pair of old crocs and the same taped pair of broken glasses.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who gets you a scholarship to your dream college so the two of you can study together. They will change their entire life plan that they have had since they were a child just to spend time with you, much to their parents' dismay.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly helps you study for your exams because they have absolutely nothing to worry about for themselves and they want you to achieve only the best you can.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who set the curve for the grades too high so they are lowkey disliked by most of their classmates. They don't really care though, the only person they care about is how you feel about them. And you love them to bits.

❀ Nerd! Hanji has an internship at a very prestigious laboratory and is already being considered for a full-time position by the time they graduate.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly sends you pictures of funny looking bacteria they find. They find random shapes and immediately whip out their phone (which they are very much not allowed to do but they get so excited that they can't help it.)

❀ Nerd! Hanji who constantly needs to buy new pens and pencils because they are often biting the back of it or the cap. They have come home with blue or black ink on their lips more times than you can count on one hand.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who sometimes forgets to eat so you always bring them food regardless of where they are. They always blush and tell you not to trouble yourself with these kinds of things but you can't help it. Knowing that they are using all that brain power with no fuel makes your heart ache. So you always give them extra food and water.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who tilts their head when they are thinking about stuff. They do it regardless if they are at work or if they are at home. So you just know they could be looking for a bacteria in a sample or for the extra block of cheese in the back of the fridge, the look is the same.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who doodles your name all over their notepads over and over, to the point where they have to force themselves out of that mind space, otherwise they can't focus.

❀ Nerd! Hanji who looks at you and only you. No matter how old the two of you are, they are always in love with you. And they are always yapping about some video game or book, not that you mind, of course. You never did.

[marsbutterfly]

MECHANIC BADDIE HANJI WHO FIXES UP READERS CAR. SHES ALL LIKE I CAN TAKE CARE OF IT DARLING. YOU JUST SIT THERE AND LOOK PRETTY. (IDK SHIT ABOUT CARS) JUST NEED AN ACTS OF SERVICE HANJI

I'll Fix It All

a/n: omg happy new year!! this turned out way longer than I originally intended for it to be. i was hoping to post it before the year turned but i'll also accept the first day of the year lol. enjoy.

warnings: fem!reader (she/her), nb! hanji zoe (they/them), modern au, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, fluff, comfort. also like, i don't know much about cars or car repair so pls bear with me. tagging: @wizzy21 wc: 2.5k | wattpad! | ao3!

"No, no, no, no, NO!" You cry out as your car slowly begins to lose speed. This isn't the first time this week, nor the second, nor the third. You couldn't even count on one hand the amount of times the engine had been making that weird noise and the light had been blinking at you like a malevolent eye.

But you thought you could put it off, that you could easily ignore it, and that it would fix itself like it had many times before. Maybe you just needed to check the coolant or add some more water to the radiator, except you continuously forgot to do so. And it finally came back to bite you in the ass.

As the smoke comes out of the hood, you grip the steering wheel tightly, a loud grunt escaping your lips as your forehead presses against the horn, the loud noise filling the air all around you. Still, you are lucky enough to be in a somewhat empty area so the least amount of people will be disturbed.

Your first instinct is to panic. You can feel the blood rushing through your body, your face getting warmer as a few tears begin to prickle in your eyes. You let out a shaky exhale, cursing yourself for allowing this situation to happen in the first place. Before you can even begin to cry, you feel your phone vibrating in the cup holder next to you, the caller's name showing up on the screen attached to the dashboard. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‎‎‎"Sunshine ☼"

With a sniffle, you wipe the tears before they even have the chance to roll down your cheeks and pick up your phone, pressing the green button on the screen as you try your best to sound like you are composed and not entirely freaking out at the moment.

"Hello, my most beloved," you say, trying your best to sound like your playful self. Though it has no sound, you can almost hear the smile dropping off Hanji's face. It was not out of the ordinary for them to quickly pick up on the slightest change in your tone of voice.

"What happened?" They ask without missing a beat, the tone of their voice filled with love and concern, almost as if they were already expecting you to be in some sort of distress. "I was doing the dishes and accidentally broke a glass because I got such a bad feeling that my hand started shaking."

You sniffle but a small giggle exits your chest, the idea that the two of you are so intertwined that they can even sense when you are in some sort of distress, "Yeah, I'm fine… My car just finally gave out on me and I'm in the middle of a random neighborhood because I decided today, out of all days, to take a random shortcut!"

"Send me your location, and I'll get my tools and meet you over there," they say and you can already hear them moving around on the other end of the line. You wish you could protest but, the more you look at your car, the more panic fills your body. So you simply let out a quiet "okay" before hanging up.

Though your hands nervously shake, you can open your text messages and send Hanji a pin of your exact location. It isn't too far from your house, maybe five minutes if you speed up, and that knowledge only adds more fuel to your frustration. "Why now? I could have easily pulled into my driveway before you gave out!" You can't help the angry grunt that leaves your throat as you slam your hand against the steering wheel.

The waiting time seems like an eternity, an eerie feeling in the back of your mind like you are being watched. Your eyes dart to your phone, half convinced that maybe you should just call a toll truck when you see the headlights of Hanji's motorcycle as they speed down the road.

The light from the post shines above them and you can barely distinguish if they are an angel or a real person. As soon as their bike is parked behind your car, you exit the vehicle, running towards their embrace.

Their hair is still messy from having a helmet on and they hold a small toolbox with their left hand, but that does not stop them from hugging you as tightly as they possibly can. Their lips press against your head as the two of you remain like that for a while.

"Shhh, it's ok, my love," you can feel the smile in their voice, a gentleness like nothing you have ever experienced before, "Hanji is here to fix your problems."

"I truly appreciate you coming this fast," you whisper against their chest, "I genuinely thought my car would be able to handle the journey today but… I guess I was wrong."

"Did you have any trouble starting it this morning?" They pull back, their arm still wrapped around your frame. You think for a second, having trouble focusing on anything other than this panicky feeling in your chest.

Slowly, you begin to remember your day: you left work and the car started. You left for lunch and the car started. Clearly, it had started when you left home that morning… Didn't it?

"Oh shit…" You whisper while an embarrassed expression takes over your features. Your eyes shift towards the ground as you pull slightly further away to create a bigger distance between your bodies, too self-conscious to even look at them. "I couldn't get the engine to turn this morning. I had to start it, put it in neutral, and then start it again."

They nod, kissing your forehead once more as they stand in front of the hood of your car. You are still too embarrassed to look but you can hear the moment their toolbox touches the ground and as their hands pop it open. A few seconds go by as they begin tinkering with the metal inside, though your knowledge of cars isn't deep enough for you to fully understand what is going on.

You cross one arm against your chest while the other rests above your hand, your index finger tapping on your cheek while you can't help but take small nibbles on your thumb's nail. The anxiety inside of your chest never dissipates, nor the shame.

The morning had been nothing but a blur. You woke up late for work, forgot to eat or even bring anything to snack on until you had time to go to lunch, spilled water all over your car, and, to top it all off, it was raining in the morning. The engine not starting was just one of the many, many things that had gone wrong. You meant to text Hanji about it so they could meet you during your work hours and fix it but, of course, you forgot to charge your phone the night before.

You close your eyes and exhale, leaning against the car. Before you can get yourself into a frenzy, you hear Hanji's gentle voice pulling you out of the dark spiral you were about to send yourself into, "Okay, good news and bad news."

"Please explain it to me like I'm five," you say, shooting them an exhausted look and it causes them to chuckle quietly. "Bad news first."

"The alternator, or thing that charges your car battery, isn't properly working for some reason. Maybe because it's old, maybe it's faulty, but it for sure will not start working again, like, that thing is dead."

You nod, surprisingly following along with what they are telling you. You realize that all this knowledge comes from the previous times they have come to your aid or maybe from all the times they would check under the hood of your car before you left their house while the two of you still lived in separate households. Regardless, you turn your attention to them once more.

"I checked the fluid and the coolant and everything seems to be full and working ok. I ran some codes and nothing out of the ordinary popped up and lastly, I checked your oil." They say, wiping the grime out of their hands with a bleached towel, their face slightly sweaty, especially around the area where their glasses sit on their nose.

"Fuck… And the good news?" You ask, biting your nails even more, almost to the point of blood. With a gentle and concerned expression, Hanji takes a few steps forward, wrapping their dirty digits around your trembling palms, and only then do you notice just how short your nails have become.

"I can easily fix it. The last one we bought still has a warranty, so I can just change them." They whisper, placing a kiss against your fingers. A sense of despair fills your body again as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, your lip trembling as you speak in a quiet yet pathetic voice.

"Please, don't leave me alone."

They sigh, running their hand over their messy hair. They look over to the open hood of your car and around the neighborhood, trying to think about what the best choice would be in this situation.

"The store is fifteen minutes away, on my bike, I'll be back in - "

"Please, don't leave me alone!!" You beg desperately, whatever is left of your fingernails now digging into the skin of their biceps, your eyes are wide open as tears stream down. You weren't that upset about the car breaking down, but just the intensity of all the feelings you had been holding back finally caught up to you the moment you realized you would have to be without them for even a second.

Hanji is taken aback by how sudden your response is, and how desolate you sound. They can see the anxiety written all over your features and it causes their heart to ache in their chest. That's the moment in which they realize just how many feelings you have been bottling, just how bad your week has been, and just how you have refused to talk to them about it.

Almost like they gain consciousness, their arms wrap around your frame, pulling you closer to their body. In exchange, you bury your head on their chest, not carrying that their shirt is now covered in grime and sweat, even if it is chilly outside. "Is there anything you want to talk about?" They whisper, their lips pressed against the top of your head.

You want to shake your head, to put your walls up once more and brush it off as "just a bad day", but it was more than that. It had been a bad week, a bad month, and you had gone through it all by yourself, in silence. Crying in the shower but still putting on a smile when around them, your appetite barely exists but you still eat all of their cooking. But before you can deny anything, the tears begin pouring down your face once more, you cling to them like they are the last life vest on a sinking ship.

“I d-don’t know what is going on with me…” You gasp, hiding your face in a mixture of shame and search for comfort. “I just… I just want to be close to you at all times, I just never want to be alone and I just… Everything is too much and not enough, everything is going wrong. I…”

“My love,” they whisper, holding you slightly tighter with one arm. With their free hand, they prop up your chin, a gentle and warm smile taking over their lips once your eyes meet. “You don’t have to suffer alone, ok? I am here for you, no matter what, when, or where. I will always be by your side.”

“Good and bad?” You sniffle and they chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes as they lean down so their forehead is touching yours. They nod.

“Good and bad, my angel…” They whisper, their eyes closing as your noses brush together. You lean closer, your lips brushing against theirs so lightly that it nearly feels like a paint-filled brush against a canvas, working its way through a halfway-painted masterpiece.

Hanji gently presses your body against the car door, their grip on your waist is tight as they make sure to keep you safely in place. Your lips are half-open, temptingly wet in the dim light of the street pole, your face is stained with silent tears and the only thought going through their head? “I really need to kiss her.”

And so they do. They lean forward ever so slightly until there is no more room between the two of you. When your lips collide, you can’t help the quiet gasp that exists in your body, your hand gently resting on their cheek while your thumb brushes against the softness of their skin. 

You get lost in the warmth of their body, in how comforting it feels to have them pressed against you like this. Your nose brushes against theirs as your head tilts slightly to the side, the faint smell of coffee and menthol cigarettes still lingering on their breath as it mixes with the scent of the gum you had in your mouth earlier.

They nibble on your tongue gently, sometimes brushing the tip of their own against it and it’s enough to cause you to nearly melt in their arms. If it wasn’t for their strong arms holding you in place, you would have fallen to the ground into a puddle underneath their feet.

Neither of you wants to pull away, but the need to breathe is becoming stronger by the second. When you separate, your forehead rests against theirs, and your eyes remain closed as you enjoy the smell of their skin. Even if it isn’t a pleasant smell, it brings you too much comfort in this moment for you to care.

“I’ll call Moblit and he can come to help, ok?” They whisper, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nod, lacing your fingers with the ones on their left hand while they pull their phone out of their pocket with the other. "I'll send him to the store and I will stay with you. You won't be alone, I promise."

As they speak to the man on the other end of the line, you can’t help but allow a small smile to form on your lips as you think about how lucky you are to have someone like them in your life. Someone willing to stop everything at the drop of a hat to come to rescue you when you need them most. 

As they blow you a kiss, you find yourself thinking about that one specific sentence once more, realizing that no truer words had ever been spoken:

“Hanji is here to fix all your problems.”

[marsbutterfly]

Another Form of Love

a/n: this was originally written a couple years ago for my wife, @tsukidrama. I did revamp it a little bit but it is entirely based on her fic called "The Road Not Taken."

warnings: lmao, none. this is pure fluff. wc: 1.4k

Late-night meetings with the Alliance had become Annie's new routine. There hadn't been a single night throughout the week where she didn't get home before 11 p.m., maybe even later than that. She would barely listen to a single word they were saying, not even pretending to pay attention to the boring sentences that left Armin’s mouth. Her mind was completely elsewhere, a place she had left her heart at before making her way to the boat.

She couldn’t stop thinking about you. She barely had time to spare for even a cup of coffee, let alone for you or her father, and, to make things worse, she couldn't stop worrying about how the two of you would get along spending so much time together without having her around.

In the past, the two of you had been known to bicker. Small disagreements over what to make for dinner had turned into yelling matches about all the mistakes he had made while raising his daughter. All the times you have bitched him out while telling stories of a sobbing version of Annie that you had to comfort as she cried about her past.

She couldn’t deny that she was afraid of leaving the two of you alone for too long, but her presence during these meetings seemed to be more and more important these days, even if she was a silent shadow, unable to focus on whatever the subject was.

This night was no different: dealing with Armin talking about politics for over three hours and Pieck outsmarting him at every step of the way as he described his plan. Jean and Connie cracking jokes here and there while Reiner looked so tired, he might actually have fallen asleep with his eyes open for a second there.

By the time the car dropped her off at the cottage, she was exhausted and ready to go to bed. Her feet were hurting from wearing these ridiculous heels, her head was pounding and the idea of walking from the gate to the house seemed like an actual nightmare, but before she could get too distracted by her own misery, a distant sight caught her eye. The image of you and her father, the man spinning you around with certain difficulty but graciously at a certain level.

Her heart speeds up in her chest and she doesn’t even notice just how big her smile is until her cheeks start to hurt.  It is the most endearing thing she has ever seen and, before either of you have time to see her, she quietly rushes to hide behind a relatively large bush.

Though she doesn’t need to be super careful, you are using every bit of your attention to make sure you don’t step on his toes, giving him the fake sensation that he is the one leading the dance. Your arm rests on his shoulder (upon his request), even though you don’t put nearly any weight on it in hopes of not putting extra stress on his injured leg.

From inside the house, the upbeat melody continues to play and it blends with the sound of your laughter. The two of you stumble around, dancing to the music. Though you would never tell him this, he was the one who taught you how to dance like this, who taught you how to spin and embrace the music with a relaxed body and mind.

Finally, the music comes to an end, and the two of you part ways. Your face feels warm, though you can’t tell if it is from embarrassment or from this workout session, your forehead is sweaty and your breathing is heavy, but the smile on your face could not mean anything short of absolute joy.

"Think you have one more in you?" He taunts and you laugh softly, already thinking about what vinyl you will play next once the final song is over but, as you are about to make your way into the house and take a look at his collection of records, a few drops of rain begin to fall from the sky. With the back of your wrist, you wipe away the droplets of salty liquid that rest on your forehead.

"We always do at least three albums," you say, taking your place back against him, his hand finding its way back to yours, "I'm not going to chicken out now, not because of a bit of rain!"

Finally, the last song begins to play and your feet gain a life of their own. Papa's hand finds a way towards your lower back and you, once again, support most of his body weight so he will be able to move in a more swift manner.

When the rhythm starts to pick up, the two of you begin a battle of wills, trying to see which one is more fit to lead the other. One arm crosses over the other, legs trip over on themselves and, ultimately, the two of you end up on the ground.

For a few seconds, you have a concerned look on your face, scared that the man would find himself in more pain than usual. The tension in the air is so thick that you could nearly cut it with a knife and Annie wonders if she should rush to assist her father.

As she takes one step out from behind the bush, she hears a sound she is not at all used to: her father’s laughter. The man places both of his hands behind his back for support, his legs extended before him while you immediately stand up.

It’s hard for her to see from the spot she is in, but from what she can tell, Papa has his ass on the ground, hat resting by his hands while you place both of your fists on your waist, head tilting to the side as you think for a couple of seconds about what is the best way to deal with the situation at hand.

The rain gets stronger and there is nothing you can do to lift this heavy, disabled man off of the ground, at least not without Annie's help. The best you can do for the time being is to loop your arms underneath his armpits and drag his body underneath the closest tree.

Lucky for you, as soon as his back comes in contact with the trunk of the tree, Annie's figure begins rushing towards the two of you, her heels in one hand while the other holds her purse above her head in an attempt to protect herself from the rain.

"What are you two doing out here?" She asks, holding back a smile while knowing damn well what the two of you were up to. You look away for a second, trying to come up with a lie but you realize that there is no reason not to tell her.

"We were dancing in the rain," Papa responds before you have a chance to. The two of you share a look before glancing at the blonde girl before you, her heart overflowing with love. There is nothing she wanted more for you and her father to get along and small things like this were enough to make her realize how lucky she is.

"Why are you on the ground?" She asks, placing her things down and putting her hair up in a bun, trying to get as much visibility as possible, even with all the water falling down her face. She wraps one of her father's arms around her shoulders and nods with her head for you to follow her lead, which you do without a second thought.

Together, the two of you manage to get the man up on his feet and, with the three of you working together, you make it to the house with enough time to not be completely soaked and still catch the last twenty seconds of the melody.

Once Papa is fully situated and has gone into the shower, Annie turns to you, lacing your fingers with hers as she looks deep into your eyes, "Will you give me the honor of dancing outside with me?"

“In the rain?” You laugh and she smiles, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“What? You haven’t had a Leonhardt Overdose yet, have you?” She teases and you continue to laugh. She may not be his biological daughter, but she sure has the exact same type of humor her father does. Your free hand comes up to her face, gently cupping her cheek as you bring your face closer. Once your foreheads touch, you close your eyes and enjoy her warmth for a split second before whispering,

"I would be delighted."

[marsbutterfly]

While I work on Requests + Commissions

[marsbutterfly]

IM OFFICIALLY 25!!!

it's my birthday today so I wanted to take a second to thank everyone who has joined this account and my bullshit lately! I'm currently only a few followers away from 3K and I plan on doing an event of some sort!

To old followers, thank you for sticking by my side throughout it all. It's been amazing being able to write for you for these past four years!

Ato new followers, welcome to the family and I hope you enjoy your stay!

You are always safe and welcome here, thank you for supporting me 🫶🏻

[marsbutterfly]

Hi! How are you? Are you feeling well? Requests open?? ❤🥺 could you write smut sub Zeke hc? There's not much sub Zeke stuff and I think the man deserves a break, thx

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ilovehimilovehimilovehimilovehim SO DEARLY. yam this one is for you!

Headcanons: Submissive! Zeke Yeager

warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, pegging, rimming, anal fingering, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), begging, coming untouched, pet names (good boy, pretty darling), nipple play.

/ everyone who looks at him assumes he is a dom, a top through and through. but behind closed doors, only you are allowed to see what a pillow princess he truly is.

/ he will put on a collar and kneel on the edge of the bed, looking at you with the biggest pleading eyes of all time.

/ zeke loves to be praised. he loves obeying your commands and making those proud expressions bloom on your face. he loves to hear the softness in your voice as you call him a good boy and how gentle your touch becomes once he is doing what he is told.

/ zeke also loves it when you play with his nipples. they are always so sensitive and it gives him the biggest boner of all time. granted that, by the time you are done, the shirt can barely touch the area from how sore they are. he likes it rough, after all.

/ sometimes, you will put on a lingerie and let him watch you as you tease him. most times you touch yourself, whimpering his name as your juices coat the sheets beneath you. his hand inches forward towards you, only to be pushed back by your feet.

/ when you deny him access to your body, he tries to touch himself and you immediately stop moving, warning him that one wrong move, you will stop and you won't have sex that night or for however long you deem acceptable.

/ by the time you are done riding the dildo, zeke is already crying out your name as his cock leaks pre-cum. seeing you fall apart without him touching you is what pushes him over the edge and he comes completely untouched, his cum falling on his stomach as his cock twitches.

/ he is so eager to please you. whether it is by following your orders or by physically touching you, he desperately wants your approval. he wants to make you feel good in any way that he can.

/ he gets flustered very easily and you love to take advantage of that fact, using it against him at every chance you get.

/ he is extremely vocal. he whimpers at every small brush of your hands or every kiss you place on his body. he begs for your touches when you decide to tease him, moving his hips up as he tries to meet your hands for the briefest of contacts.

/ he wants to put on a strong face and prove that he can resist temptation but, as soon as you bat your eyelashes at him, he loses all his composure and begin to purr like a kitten.

/ the first time you suggested pegging, his face turned so red, you were worried you were going to have to take him to the hospital because he truly seemed to have stopped breathing.

/ especially because you had a meeting right after and the entire time, his eyes were fixed on the floor, his gaze unable to hold itself upright for more than a few seconds at a time. you were worried that it would be too much for him, almost wanting to reach out and tell him not to worry.

/ but then you noticed his erection and how hard his legs were working to cover it up. the shit-eating grin that formed on your face could not be compared to anything else. and he noticed it too.

/ you start off small, treating him like a delicate bird, afraid that if you move too fast, he will get spooked. so the first thing you do is praise him, tell him how good he is being and how proud of him you are. you slowly position him on all fours on the bed, his ass exposed to you.

/ a part of you wants so desperately to leave a red print of your hand on his ass, to physically mark him as yours in an area no one but him would be able to tell, in such an intimate way that the higher-ups would question why he is walking funny. but you are able to control yourself.

/ carefully, you spread his cheeks apart, fully taking in the sight in front of you. the tip of your tongue begins to work its magic against his hole and, immediately, you can see his cock begin to twitch.

/ he gets embarrassed by how loud his whimpers become once one of your hands begins to rub against his thigh. he wants to last longer, but when you begin to hum, he is already coming all over the blankets.

/ the two of you stay doing that for a couple weeks, working your way up with a finger or two until the day he tells you that he is ready to try something more.

/ you want to make the occasion special for him, so the two of you take a bath together, constantly making out as you wash each other's bodies, taking your time and making sure the experience will be pleasant for him, from beginning to end.

/ you lube him up really well and, by the time the tip of the strap is brushing against his asshole, he is already a whimpering mess, begging for your touch.

/ "please... please, i need you to put it in." he begged for a while. you wanted to make him wait, to see how much of a good boy he could be but that pleading and desperate look in his eyes was enough to melt your heart.

/ you slowly slide it in, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation of being full. his grip on the sheets is so tight that his knuckles begin to turn white, his eyes are closed shut and you are so afraid that it's too much.

/ before you can offer to stop, he is already moving his hips, fucking himself on your strap like a good slut. he loves watching you ride him, so he thought maybe it would be a good idea to see what all the fuss was about. he was not disappointed.

/ he chokes on his words a lot, unable to complete even a single sentence. you love how much he becomes a whimpering mess once you begin to buckle your hips against his ass, the strap completely disappearing inside of him.

/ your name falls from his lips like a mantra, something he says to keep himself grounded as he can barely think straight. it feels so good, like nothing he has ever experienced before.

/ once he becomes more used to it, you tangle your fingers on his blonde hair, tugging at the strands gently as you pull his head back. your lips hungrily leaving marks behind on his neck while you continue to pump in and out of him.

/ your free hand moves down to the area in between his legs, stroking his cock as you continue to move. all the stimulation is nearly too much for him and he can feel his vision beginning to cloud from all the pleasure.

/ he comes harder than he has ever done before. he collapses onto the bed, his legs trembling so much you are worried he might pass out. he gives you a thumbs up to let you know that he is alive, at the very least.

/ after that, every time you suck his dick, he wants you to play with his ass. at the very least, put a finger inside or maybe even just tease him slightly. he loves the feeling of being so openly vulnerable in front of you and, besides, it feels so good that he could come from just the idea of having you inside of him.

/ so, while your pussy is in his mouth and his tongue swirls around your swollen clit, you take his cock into your mouth, slightly deeper than usual so you can get a better view of his pink asshole.

/ it was pretty common for him to come multiple times in a row, especially with the feeling of your lips around him and your fingers wiggling inside of him.

"would you say it again?" he begs, and every time you smile.

"you are such a good boy, my darling zeke."

[marsbutterfly]

Rather Be Alone (With You)

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANJI, I LOVE YOU PLS COME BACK, THE KIDS MISS YOU. a special thank you to my friends eden, spencer and wizzy, who proof read this. ♡

warnings: fluff, smoking and drinking, kissing. wc: 1.7k | wattpad! | ao3|

The loud music coming from inside the apartment is now muffled by the closed glass sliding doors. The cold air feels nice on their skin as they look over the city, the twinkling lights resembling thousands of fireflies dancing in the sky.

The ice in their cup clings against the glass as they swirl the brown liquid around, the smell being an earthy and fruity mixture as it is a combination of two different kinds of whiskeys. Though tonight is supposed to be a celebration, Hanji would rather be at home with a book and maybe some hot chocolate.

A long and heavy sigh escapes them as they place the cup on the marble ledge, reaching for their back pocket and pulling out an unopened pack of spearmint flavored cigarettes.

For a second, the song that plays becomes more recognizable and louder, only to be muffled away once more with a swift closing of the doors. Hanji can hear a few quiet footsteps joining them on the balcony, though they don't turn around to acknowledge the other person's presence.

No words are exchanged, but the pure feeling of calm and easiness that washes over them is enough to let them know exactly who is standing there. They still aren't sure exactly what they want to say or even what it is that they should say in this situation, so they remain quiet, giving you the opportunity to be the first one to speak.

"What are you doing out here?" A calm voice enters their ears and they can't help but allow a smile to take over their features. The cigarette now loosely dangles from their lips as they reach for the lighter. When there is no answer, you move closer to them, body leaning against the balcony ledge while making sure not to hit their cup, "It is your birthday party, after all."

Hanji sighs before taking a drag out of their cigarette, the smell so faintly familiar yet still slightly unpleasant, even if it reminds you of them. They hold it in for a few seconds before exhaling, picking the cigarette between their index finger and their thumb, their glasses resting on top of their head as they seemingly avoid eye contact with you.

"I never asked for a party," they say. For most, that sentence would come off as ungrateful and slightly bratty, but you know Hanji like the palm of your hand. Enough to know that they only smoke when they are either extremely drunk, which doesn't seem to be the case, or when they have something that is eating them up alive.

Your expression softens as you take a step closer, your eyes analyzing their face and there you find it, the smallest hint of pain. Your heart aches in your chest as you watch Hanji take another drag out of their cigarette, quickly followed by a sip of their drink before even exhaling the smoke.

"Aren't you having fun?" You ask quietly, your eyes silently begging them to talk to you, to give you any sort of information that would be useful to change this nagging feeling in their chest. Once they blow the smoke away from you, Hanji turns to look at you, a loving yet guilty expression on their face.

"That's not it," they whisper, an almost shameful look on their face. Their index finger taps on the cigarette, getting rid of the excess of ash that forms before they bring it back up to their lips, their brain struggling to put into words exactly what is the problem as they take another drag, "I just... Really wanted to spend the day with you. Just you, in our bed, with some books or some tv shows. We could have made a pillow fort or - "

"Sunshine," you whisper in return, your hand gently touching their face as they turn the other way to blow the smoke once more, your voice is careful, laced with so much love, it would be enough to get them to overdose on it. You take the cigarette out of their hand, putting it out on the marble ledge, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have stopped Moblit and the others from putting this party together for you."

They shake their head, "I... I-I just... My age keeps getting more and more real and I always feel like I'm not doing enough, like I'm not enough. And you are so wonderful and I -"

You interrupt them once again, this time by standing closer to them and sealing your lips together. You can hear the small gasp they let out and the way they stay still for a couple of seconds before completely melting away against you. You can taste the aged whiskey against your lips and the warm yet cold mixture of their cigarette.

The familiar feeling of your lips meeting causes Hanji's eyelids to flutter shut, their heart speeding in their chest as they focus on how soft your lips feel against their own, a shiver traveling through their spine as they wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you as close to them as physics will allow.

You hum in response to their actions and the sound itself immediately clouds their brain. Pleasure and desire coursing through their veins at the speed of light as they continue to move against you, hoping to never move. Especially when you wrap your arms around their neck.

The tip of your tongue gently brushes against theirs, a silent invitation for something more intense. Without missing a second, Hanji obliges and swirls their tongue with yours, deepening the kiss to a whole new degree. The action gets more and more desperate with each quiet moan the two of you let out.

Your tongues dance together to the beat of your synchronized heartbeats, tangling with each other as the kiss continues. Their hand slowly travels from its place on your hips down to your ass, gently giving it a squeeze and dragging out a louder moan out of you.

Unfortunately, you pull away. Not only because you need air after such an intense rush, but because the idea of someone catching the two of you with their hand on such a part of your body is embarrassing and you know they won't stop unless you give them a real reason.

"We can go home if you want," you whisper, your fingers playfully grabbing the back of their hair and playing with the loose strands. The look in your eyes is gentle, filled with love and concern for them, "I can bake you a new cake and we can watch a horror movie."

Hanji immediately shakes their head, a hint of desperation crossing their features as they become terrified and plagued by the idea of sounding so ungrateful after you most likely put effort into helping the boys get the party together.

"N-No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," they plead, scared to have hurt your feelings in any way. When a frown forms on your face, their words become more frantic, "I am enjoying the party, really.."

"Hanji..." You whisper softly, pulling them closer for a hug, though their hand remains on your ass regardless of how guilty they are feeling. You let out a quiet chuckle, "It's your special day, I want to do something you enjoy."

"But... You guys put together this amazing party for me," they respond, clinging to you so tightly that one would think they are scared you will disappear the second their arms aren't wrapped around you anymore, "I don't want to seem ungrateful."

"You seem tired, my love..." You respond, one arm still wrapped around their neck while your dominant hand now touches their face. Your eyes contain an ocean of love that Hanji would gladly drown in. "They will understand."

They ponder for a second, their eyes analyzing every aspect of your face to try and determine if there is any malice behind it. They can't find any ounce of an emotion that isn't pure love and devotion. Knowing you are absolutely right, Hanji sighs, now turning their attention to the dancing figures inside Moblit's apartment.

"No. I want to stay," they say, their hand grasping your waist tightly. Once their face turns back at you, your heart nearly stops beating in your chest, a blush covering their cheeks as a genuine smile takes over their features, the night wind rushes by and their hair blows with it, "As long as I can keep you by my side."

You chuckle, your face warming up in embarrassment as you nod, "I would never go anywhere else, my love. Wherever you are, that's where I will follow."

Hanji begins to lean their face closer to you again, eagerly hoping to capture your lips in another passionate display of your love but the two of you are quickly interrupted by a drunk Erwin and a somewhat annoyed Levi (who is just using that expression as a facade to hide how content he actually is.)

"Four-eyes!" Levi exclaims, finally allowing a smile to make its way onto his lips. Hanji rolls their eyes, not only at the nickname but because of their audacity in interrupting this moment between the two of you.

Before they can respond, Erwin, Moblit, and Levi have already wrapped their arms around them and lifted Hanji into the air, earning a strained yelp out of them. You can barely understand what any of them are saying: with the loud music blaring, Hanji's annoyed protests, Erwin and Moblit's laugh, and Levi's lecture, you can barely even hear your own thoughts.

But when they look back at you, the smile on Hanji's face is now so bright that you feel like you need sunglasses or else it would be too dangerous to look directly at it. The three men now lower your partner onto the couch, a cake with a few too many candles for comic effect and a pile of presents in front of them.

A smile of your own forms as you take Hanji's glass of whiskey from the balcony onto your hands, looking back at the city lights one more time before making your way inside, closing the glass doors behind you as you are the one who begins singing.

"Happy birthday to you!"

[marsbutterfly]

hi everyone..

unfortunately i will most likely not have "the curious case of the pretty girl" ready by hanji's birthday. reason being that just yesterday i lost a very dear friend of mine and haven't really been able to focus on my writing

i will do my best to have at least something written for them (probably mechanic! hanji seeing as it's already almost complete)

i'm sorry to disappoint you all and i promise i will be working on that fic soon. thank you for your patience 🫶🏻

[marsbutterfly]

well goddamn 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ALRIGHT THEN! THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN

Hanji's birthday is in 14 days, so i wanna hear from my readers:

[marsbutterfly]

Hanji's birthday is in 14 days, so i wanna hear from my readers:

[marsbutterfly]

A Field Of Sunflowers

a/n: yeah this is based on this post i saw a couple of years ago. anyway hehe enjoy

warnings: NSFW, canon setting, fem! reader, nb! Hanji Zoe, oral sex(f! receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, mentions of alcohol, not beta read (we die like men teehee)

The warm sun feels amazing on your skin. The bruised marks of your as a result of your ODM gear finally fade from your body the longer the areas are allowed to breathe freely.

Finally being able to take a day off and relax away from the prying eyes from the survey corps, you find yourself laying on a blanket atop the grass, a small flower placed behind your ear as you rest your head on your hands.

The sky above you is a shade of blue you have never seen. The clouds dance with each other, forming images and figures that bring giggles out of you. The silly idea that you could easily dip a brush into the color and paint an entire ocean out of you comes to your mind. Maybe the day is just so beautiful that you can't seem to stop smiling.

Or maybe it's the sheer amount of wine that travels through your veins, causing your cheeks to heat up and your breathing to get shaky. A couple of empty bottles sit beside you inside the picnic basket, a third one loosely in your hand as you gasp quietly.

The sunflowers in the field match your yellow dress, the fabric tickling your skin as it's pushed up by an eager hand. A pair of pillowy soft lips leave marks along the skin of your thighs as desperate fingers hook themselves on the edges of your underwear, pulling it down and tossing it on the grass.

The second Hanji's tongue comes in contact with your aching cunt, you can't help but allow a loud moan to escape your throat. The way the tip flickers against your clit, licking the area from top to bottom before slowly entering you causes your head to spin.

Your moans grow in volume, getting higher and louder with each hum that passes through Hanji's mouth. Though you try your best to avoid it, you can feel their gaze focused on your expression, fully taking in not only your juices but the just as delicious expressions you make.

"H-Hanji…" You whimper, crying out their name. The flowers brush against the bare skin on your left arm while the right arm comes down to the area in between your legs, your fingers digging at their head. You can feel the smile that forms on their face, you can tell how proud they are for making you whine and cry out like this.

Hanji wraps both of their arms around your thighs, carefully digging their digits into your skin while holding you perfectly in place. The placement of your hips perfectly aligned with their lips as they continue to feast on you, their cheeks a bright shade of red as the alcohol takes its toll on them.

The suckling sound they make while paying close attention to your folds is enough to draw a warm sensation to your face, your cheeks burning up in embarrassment like you have a fever while you try your best to decide what to do with your hands.

"Will you stay still for me?" They ask, mumbling against your clit. You pout in response to their abrupt interruption but quickly begin to nod, unable to form words as your brain turns to mush. They chuckle in response, knowing how you are getting increasingly desperate, "Good girl."

Without giving you much time to react, they readjust themselves, their nose brushing against your clit while their tongue begins working on your entrance once more. They let go of your left thigh and quickly bring their hand up, pulling down the upper part of your dress and ripping apart the straps that held it over your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the chilly breeze.

You can't contain the yelp that leaves your lips, especially when the palm of their hand perfectly encapsulates your nipple, tightly gripping the sensitive area for dear life. You don't have time to even process what is happening before they make their next move.

You try to keep your promise to remain still, but with their left hand, Hanji carefully inserts a finger inside of you. Your pelvis immediately rises, searching for more contact with their lips and you can feel a small giggle leaving their body.

"So tight, my love," they whisper. Their tongue begins to work on you once more, leaving no part of your pussy unattended: the tip of their nose brushing against your hardening clit, their tongue eagerly working its magic on the inner lips while their finger continuously pumps in and out of you.

Your throat begins to dry as you realize you can't keep your mouth closed for more than a millisecond, let alone swallow anything. Your hand rests on their head, nails fidgeting with the locks as you twist them into knots. With their left index and middle finger, they begin twirling your nipple around while still having the remaining digits squeeze your breast. You close your eyes tightly, the wave of pleasure that continues to wash over you becoming more and more overwhelming with each lap of their tongue.

"You wanna try two fingers?" They ask, a slightly smug tone to their voice. You look down at them, only to see the sun reflecting on those whiskey-brown eyes, your heart almost missing a beat at how angelic they look. A pathetic whimper exits your throat and you nod, feeling Hanji's middle finger tease your entrance, "I need you to ask for it, baby."

You groan and wiggle your hips forward, silently begging for more and hoping it would be enough but, deep down, you know it has never been that easy with Hanji. So you look deep inside yourself to gather any amount of strength you can muster to allow the words to leave your throat, "P-Please… Put two fingers… I-Inside of me."

They don't waste any time before complying with your request, your voice sounding like a beautiful symphony, filled with desire and need. A sound they could spend every second of the day listening to for the rest of their life and never get tired of.

With two fingers now inside, you cry out loudly. The idea that someone might hear you is making its way into your brain so you have to remind yourself of how far away from the city you are. But thinking about anything that isn't Hanji proves itself to be increasingly more difficult.

Hanji continuously swirls their tongue on your folds, their nose paying close attention to your clit and their two fingers continue to stretch you from the inside out, occasionally spreading themselves apart in a scissoring manner and it earns a jerk of your body. You can't help it anymore, the need to move your hips, to search for more contact is overwhelming.

When your walls begin to tighten around their fingers, Hanji realizes you are getting close. Though a part of them wants to tease you for it, to stop their movements and make you beg, their mind suddenly drops the facade once their eyes land on your face once more.

A couple of tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your grasp on the bottle of wine finally loosening as you cling to the grass close to your head, you chant their name like a prayer, a sacred word that could heal every wounded soldier in the world.

"Fuck… H-Hanji, I can't…" You cry out, your hips bucking against their face desperately, wanting nothing more than to be close to them. Their breath gets caught in their throat, their tongue beginning to pick up speed, working its magic against your pussy in the hopes of tipping you over the edge.

Their fingers pump in and out of you, down to the third knuckle as they fold inside of you, the tips perfectly brushing against your g-spot and making you see bright stars in the sunny sky. You cry out once more which causes their tongue to swirl around your cunt, taking in every last drop of your essence.

"Come for me, baby," They whisper against your cunt. Those four words are all your body needs to allow itself to fall over the edge. Your hips rise and buck against their face in a rhythm you aren't able to control, and the cry that leaves your chest is so loud, that you are sure anyone within all three walls was able to hear you.

"HANJI!!!!!" You scream, one hand desperately gripping their hair and guiding their face towards the area where it feels best while the other rests above theirs on your breast. You can feel the small chuckle they let out, gently using the tip of their tongue to help you ride out your orgasm for as long as they can.

"Oh, that's my good girl," they whisper, planting gentle kisses on your folds, on your clit and your thighs. They use the edges of your dress to wipe their mouth, a smile plastered on their face and you can tell just how proud they are. Slowly, they make their way up your body, planting kisses over any small piece of exposed skin they can find, their fingers finally making their way out of you.

In a drunken and pleasure-filled haze, you grab their wrist and bring it towards your lips, placing their digits in your mouth. Hanji gasps quietly, a moan escaping their chest as they feel your tongue swirling around their digits, licking away the essence you left behind.

Once you are done and your lips are free, they plant their face against yours, lips meeting in a hunger-filled kiss. The world melting around the both of you and you can swear the sunflowers are facing you, watching carefully over your act of true love.

"Your legs are shaking," Hanji whispers against your lips, their arm wrapping around your waist as they hold you close. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, not in annoyance, but as an aftershock due to the amount of pleasure your body has just experienced.

"I wonder whose fault that is," you manage to whisper and it earns a small giggle out of them. In a quiet voice, you say, "I wish we had more days off.."

"I do too," they whisper back, your arm wrapped around their shoulder as you nuzzle your cheek against the top of their head. After a long pause and a heavy sigh, they continue, "This spot always reminds me of you."

"Oh? And why's that?" You whisper, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of their skin against you. A smile forms on their face.

"You are always calling me your sunshine," they whisper, lifting their head to take off their glasses, placing the pair on the grass beside them, "It would only make sense that you are my Sunflower."

You chuckle, "I thought I was your Moonlight."

"I dunno, then I just think you are pretty like a sunflower," they mumble, "Ask me again when I'm sober."

You laugh quietly, hugging them a little tighter. You throw one leg on top of theirs and completely tangle your bodies together, your hearts beating as one and, for the first time in forever, you allow yourself to relax in the arms of the one you love most.

[marsbutterfly]

She Laughs Like You

Summary: Not long after your first and only daughter is born, you lose your spouse to a tragic accident. As you watch your child grow up, you realize just how much she reminds you of them.

"I got some color back, she thinks so too. I laugh like me again, she laughs like you."

Pairing: Hanji Zoe x Reader

Warnings: fem! reader, pregnancy, a lot of grief. (will add more as we go)

Chapter Index:

♡ Prologue

♡ Chapter 1: In The Dimples of Her Smile

♡ Chapter 2: In Her Pout And Her Stubbornness

♡ Chapter 3: In Her Love For Exploring

♡ Chapter 4: In Her Dreams Of Being A Scientist

♡ Chapter 5: In Her Tears And Her Laughter

♡ Chapter 6: In Her "I Love You's"

♡ Epilogue

Status: Not Started.

[marsbutterfly]

would... would anyone.. be interested if i turned "She Laughs Like You" into a multi-chapter fic? like... not too long, maybe 5, 6 chapters? 👉🏻👈🏻