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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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test drive

Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not going to be easy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eren,” you beg, sniffling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You respond with a gentle smile. “Hi.”

This is going to be harder than you thought.

~~~

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

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

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

Move on. Yeah right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still the passenger princess, I see.”

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

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

Fuck the plan.

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never wanted to in the first place.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rebsprettygirl · 26 years ago

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thatchrollostan · 30 days ago

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Levi with a Marleyan, Non-Titan Shifter Reader

pls bare with the non-consistent template of my posts LMAO

CW: angst (?) i love angst. AOT. yes that's a warning. HOW MANY WORDS IS THIS I GOT CARRIED AWAY. canon timeline. please ignore the plot holes we're here to admire his graciousness. happy ending or open ending, yours to decide 😋

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ever since you began living your double life as both a Marleyan warrior and a soldier in the Survey Corps, Levi has shown a keen interest in you. You’ve noticed it from the start. and given how influential his position is within the military, you recognize an opportunity and decide to seize it for your own advantage.

so the two of you develop something between you. not a relationship, not quite. Levi is too afraid of losing you to allow himself the vulnerability of commitment. still, what matters is that you know he loves you. and he believes, that you love him too.

if only he knew the truth.

and yet, somewhere along the way, you begin to fall for him as well. for his blunt honesty, his hidden soft spot for you, his formidable skill in combat, his weird obsession with cleaning, and even his horrible sense of humor. but more than anything, you fall for him because he never resembles the devils the Marleyans always spoke of when describing the Eldians behind the walls. when you look at him, you don't see any devil, only an angel trapped in this wretched, fucked up world, just like you. even if, deep down, you know you could never call yourself an angel. not by a long shot.

everything seems to be going well, until the chaos with Reiner and Bertholdt erupted, exposing the hidden enemies within their ranks. you join the mission alongside Reiner, Bertholdt, and Ymir to kidnap Eren. and all the while, the thought of Levi haunts you. knowing he’d been injured fighting Annie and isn't here on this mission makes your heart ache with regret. you keep thinking about him, wishing you’d kissed him one more time, confessed that you loved him. truly, unapologetically.

but you know those wishes are too much to hope for, especially now that you’ve betrayed him.

when the troops return, Levi is utterly stunned about the news. It’s as if his heart has been ripped in two, realizing that you were among those who helped slaughter his former squadmates. and to think you were the one who comforted him that night afterward, holding him close while he mourned

God. there are so many things you’ve done to him. the comforting words. the late-night stargazing, dreams of a brighter future, even when it felt impossibly far away.

your kisses. your embraces. your hold. the soft-spoken I love yous.

were all those lies too?

that night, Levi locks himself away in his room.

later, on the mission to reclaim Shiganshina, Levi has secretly hoped he might see you there. he wants to face you, to question you, to look into your eyes and reassure himself that yes, it had all been a lie. that it was just you using him, another piece in your mission’s grand design. but you’re nowhere to be found.

he wonders if you were merely an illusion all along

time presses on. years pass after you leave Paradis Island, spent once again serving under the Marleyan military. you try to bury the memories of him, forcing yourself to believe that Levi must despise you now. of course he does, why wouldn't he? you would too if you were him

until the raid on Liberio. there you stand, ready to fight alongside your comrades against the Survey Corps. and fate, in its cruelest irony, brings the two of you face-to-face once more.

he sees you. and you see him. both of you know there’s no room for hesitation in war. you’re enemies now. and so, against every part of your better judgment, because he’s a fucking Ackerman, for god’s sake, you draw your weapon and hurl yourself toward him

it feels almost like old times, the way you and Levi clash, sparring as you used to, but now, there’s real killing intent beneath every blow. maybe. neither of you seems entirely sure. but as always, he quickly takes control of the fight. in a swift, decisive move, he finds his chance to end it, and to end you.

his blade slices across your side, and you scream, crumpling. and he freezes. damn it. why does he stop?

you collapse to the ground, pain searing through you, while Levi stands there, staring at you with horror written across his face

Fuck you for making him weak. even after years hating how you've betrayed him so profoundly, seeing you wounded, especially by his own hand, makes him falter. it makes him abandon the fight

without a word, Levi turns and disappears into the chaos, leaving you behind. he silently prays that your paths will never cross again. because he knows he can’t afford to hesitate. not one more time.

one event unravels into the next, until finally, the two of you come to an understanding. neither of you is truly in the wrong. whether people of Paradis or Marley, you’re both products of a world steeped in cruelty and chaos. you’ve each been fighting for what you believe in, for causes you can’t simply abandon

so when you, Pieck, and Magath cross paths with Hange and Levi, you almost stumble, stunned by the sight of him. you’ve never seen Levi so vulnerable, his body wrapped in bandages, laying on the makeshift cart with blanket all over his body. what happened to him?

as words pass back and forth between your groups, your mind drifts. the time has come to join forces. cause for now, your goals are aligned. you all want to stop the Rumbling. it’s absurd in its irony… but also a strange relief

your eyes meet his, and Levi’s gray gaze is unreadable before he turns away. you wish, desperately, that he’d look at you again the way he used to.

then the Battle of Heaven and Earth comes. amidst the chaos, you find yourself rescuing Levi as his condition worsens. part of your uniform is torn open, exposing the scar from the wound he gave you that night

he notices it. his eyes flicker to the scar, then quickly look away again. you can't understand his look, and you don’t say anything. you simply help him to safety

for Levi, hurting you had been one thing, but witnessing you transform into a Titan was something else entirely. yet he forces himself to keep moving forward, as he always has, determined to bring the war to its end. and when it’s finally over, he sits there, battered and broken, his leg shattered, ribs cracked, ghosts of fallen comrades swirling through the haze of his eyes

when those ghosts fade, you’re there. standing quietly, looking at him.

this time, Levi doesn’t look away

what does this make the two of you now?

you decide that question can wait.

instead, you walk over, exhausted and wounded, and sink down beside him, leaning back against the same rock, leaving a small space between you

neither of you speaks.

but the silence, for the first time in a long while, is peaceful.

“You look like shit,” Levi mutters, eyes slipping shut.

You let out a sigh, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tilt your head back to gaze at the bright sky. “Not as much as you.”

A faint twitch pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't say anything as you inch closer.

#good lord what is this #a brainrot #but i love this #AAAHHHH #levi #levi ackerman #levi headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #levi x reader #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #attack on titan #levi x you

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chic-a-gigot · 10 months ago

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La Mode nationale, no. 39, 26 septembre 1896, Paris. No. 18. — Groupe de toilettes nouvelles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Jaquette de drap vert saule, ajustée, à basques avec pochettes; revers habit; gilet blanc croisé sur une chemise d'homme. Col rabattu, cravate de ruban quadrillé vert et paille. Manches ballon. Chapeau canotier avec pouf de ruban et deux grandes plumes couteau en aigrette sur le côté.

(1) Fitted willow green cloth jacket with peplum and pockets; coat lapels; white double-breasted waistcoat over a man's shirt. Turn-down collar, green and straw checkered ribbon tie. Balloon sleeves. Boater hat with ribbon pouf and two large knife-edge feathers in an aigrette on the side.

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(2) Corsage de mohair bleu et noir. Corsage montant coupé par des petits velours noirs posés en pointe. Col montant.

Ceinture composée de trois petits velours. Manches gigot.

(2) Blue and black mohair bodice. High bodice cut with small black velvets placed in a point. High collar.

Belt composed of three small velvets. Leg of mutton sleeves.

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(3) Toilette en lainage tilleul, à pois verts. Corsage plastron à dents de roses, boutonné sur les côtés.

Col montant. Manches gigot. Jupe forme princesse boutonnée sur le côté en haut. Chapeau canotier, orné par un gros nœud de ruban rayé tilleul et noir avec deux ailes posées en aigrette.

(3) Linden woolen dress, with green polka dots. Rose-toothed plastron bodice, buttoned on the sides.

High collar. Leg of mutton sleeves. Princess-shaped skirt buttoned on the side at the top. Boater hat, decorated with a large bow of linden and black striped ribbon with two wings set in an aigrette.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(4) Corsage à basques, en satin violet, ouvert sur une chemisette de tulle, recouverte par un rabat coquillé en dentelle blanche. Col montant avec nœud de dentelle derrière; haute ceinture drapée. Manches ballon.

(4) Basque bodice, in purple satin, open over a tulle chemisette, covered by a shell flap in white lace. High collar with lace bow behind; high draped belt. Balloon sleeves.

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(5) Toilette de lainage bois de rose. Corsage-boléro à grand col rabattu et brodé, ouvert sur une chemisette de surah or.

Col drapé montant, d'où s'échappe un volant de dentelle. Manches ballon, à poignets plissés au-dessus du coude; haute ceinture de velours drapée et à pointe. Jupe plate, plissée derrière.

Chapeau rond, en paille, orné de ruban or, posé devant en oreilles d'ours, avec touffe de plumes d'autruche droites derrière.

(5) Rosewood woolen toilet. Bolero bodice with large folded-down and embroidered collar, open over a gold surah blouse.

High draped collar, from which a lace flounce escapes. Balloon sleeves, with pleated cuffs above the elbow; high draped velvet belt with a point. Flat skirt, pleated behind.

Round straw hat, decorated with gold ribbon, placed in front like bear ears, with a tuft of straight ostrich feathers behind.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(6) Corsage-blouse, en mousseline de soie rose montant et tout froncé sous ceinture-corselet en velours ouvrage; bande transversale semblable au milieu du corsage; col Mercure. Manches gigot, en étoffe quadrillée.

(6) Blouse-bodice, in high pink silk muslin and all gathered under a velvet bodice-belt; similar transverse band in the middle of the bodice; Mercury collar. Leg-of-mutton sleeves, in checked fabric.

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(7) Corsage drapé et croisé à la taille, en lainage pervenche, pointillé rouge; petit plastron semblable, brodé de petit velours rouge; col Mercure; haute ceinture de velours drapée, retenue par une boucle vieil argent. Manches gigot.

Chapeau canotier, orné de grandes coques de mousseline de soie d'où émergent deux oiseaux de paradis, posés en aigrette.

(7) Draped bodice crossed at the waist, in periwinkle wool, red dotted; similar small plastron, embroidered with small red velvet; Mercury collar; high draped velvet belt, held by an old silver buckle. Leg of mutton sleeves.

Boater hat, decorated with large silk muslin shells from which emerge two birds of paradise, posed in an aigrette.

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(8) Corsage de surah paille froncé mis sous ceinture-corselet, en lainage paille et noir, terminée par un nœud de ruban, avec bas de ceinture en velours; col montant et pointe de guipure sur le corsage.

(8) Ruched straw surah bodice placed under a corset belt, in straw and black wool, finished with a ribbon bow, with velvet belt bottom; high collar and guipure point on the bodice.

Manches ballon, avec volants de dentelle.

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(9) Toilette de soie brochée sur chaîne noir et or. Corsage-plastron retenu par une ceinture de ruban; col montant, avec volant de dentelle blanche.

Manches gigot. Jupe redingote, ouverte devant sur une jupe de soie unie or.

Chapeau petit Louis XVI, garni par une draperie plissée de mousseline de soie or, avec fleurs en cache-peigne et grandes plumes d'autruche, posées droites derrière.

(9) Brocaded silk toilet on black and gold chain. Bodice-plastron held by a ribbon belt; high collar, with white lace flounce.

Leg-of-mutton sleeves. Redingote skirt, open in front over a plain gold silk skirt.

Small Louis XVI hat, trimmed with pleated drapery of gold silk muslin, with comb-cover flowers and large ostrich feathers, placed straight behind.

Métrage: 13 mètres soie brochée, 3 mètres soie unie.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1890s #1896 #on this day #September 26 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #gigot #corsage #collar

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pompadourpink · 11 months ago

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With respect to the earlier post of hot french actors please share some hot french movies/tv shows. Or simply some good shows and movies to watch

Hot movies:

Yves Saint-Laurent (by Jalil Lespert)

La baie des anges

La collectionneuse

La vie d'Adèle

8 femmes

Le mépris

Et Dieu créa la femme

La piscine

Belle de jour

La folie des grandeurs (in a romantic way)

Un été brûlant

Une femme de ménage

Trois coeurs

Swimming pool

Good movies:

Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Amour

Le scaphandre et le papillon

La jetée

Joli Mai

Pierrot le fou

A bout de souffle

Mon oncle

Playtime

Les 400 coups

L'atalante

Le voyage dans la lune

Les enfants du paradis

Le samouraï

Cléo de 5 à 7

La boum 1 + 2

L'étudiante

Peau d'âne

Le Magnifique

L'homme de Rio

Le rayon vert

De rouille et d'os

La haine

Le grand bleu (weirdly sexy)

La grande vadrouille

Fantomas

Le grand blond

Les tontons flingueurs

L'année dernière à Marienbad

Ciao pantin

Shoah

120 battements par minute

La classe américaine

Les demoiselles de Rochefort

Les parapluies de Cherbourg

Notre Dame de Paris

Les rivières pourpres

Polisse

Les diaboliques

L'assassin habite au 21

And many more! La folie des grandeurs has been my favourite French movie since primary school so I would add it to the second list - a must-watch if you're the "most ardently" type.

(I can't help with shows, I haven't seen many French ones!)

#ask #movies #watching #tv shows

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40viewscollection · 11 days ago

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Un petit tour au jardin... attardons-nous sur ...

Dany ERDOCIO

...le Strelitzia reginae, communément appelé "oiseau du paradis " chez nous, se nomme "fleur de grue" en Afrique du sud d'où il est originaire. Introduite en Grande-Bretagne en 1773, cette plante ornementale est largement répandue dans le monde entier. (Wikipédia)

Strelitzia reginae, commonly known as the "bird of paradise" in our country, is called the "crane flower" in South Africa, where it originated. Introduced to Great Britain in 1773, this ornamental plant is widespread throughout the world. (Wikipedia)

#color photography #photographer on tumblr #original photography #nature #flower #bird of paradise #my garden

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shiorihyugawrites · 5 months ago

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Forty Four

Zeke sat in the dimly lit war room of the Marleyan capital, a glass of wine resting untouched on the table before him. The grand space was filled with military officials, maps, and whispered conversations about their upcoming full-scale invasion of Paradis. Smoke curled through the air from cigars and cigarettes, the weight of their plotting hanging thick over them all. But Zeke wasn’t listening to the hushed discussions of Marley’s elite strategists. His mind was elsewhere, his blue eyes dark with contemplation.

It had been weeks since he had executed his plan, weeks since he unleashed chaos upon Paradis. The image of the sky lighting up with the golden glow of transformation still played vividly in his mind. Thousands of Eldian refugees, whom Pieck and Reiner had so naively believed they were saving, had instead become weapons in his grand design. Zeke had watched from his airship as their bodies contorted, stretching grotesquely before erupting into the mindless, lumbering beasts of destruction he had carefully primed them to become. He could almost hear the distant screams of his former comrades as they were torn apart by those very same monsters.

It had been a necessary sacrifice.

Did he truly believe those titans would wipe Paradis off the map? No. That had never been the intention. But they had severely weakened it. With a third of the Jaegerists gone and many more Paradisians dead, their defenses were in shambles. Marley’s true assault, planned for the coming months, would be far easier now.

And yet, despite everything, there was an unsettling feeling gnawing at him. He had hoped that in the chaos, three key threats would be eliminated.

Eren.

Levi.

And most importantly… Aurora.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he thought of his half-brother. He knew Eren well enough to assume he had survived. The attack had hurt him, no doubt, but Eren Jaeger wasn’t the type to die easily. If anything, the loss of so many Jaegerists would only fuel his resolve, pushing him further down the path of destruction. Zeke had accepted long ago that his brother was beyond saving. Eren was consumed by his own radical ideology, convinced that the only way to protect Paradis was through the Rumbling.

A shame. Zeke had once hoped to guide him toward a better path, but now? Now, they were simply enemies.

Then there was Captain Levi. Zeke’s jaw clenched slightly at the thought of that damn Ackerman. He had fought many opponents over the years, but none had haunted him quite like Levi Ackerman. That man hated him. No, loathed him. Levi had dedicated himself to taking Zeke down, and it was only through sheer luck that Zeke had escaped him in the past. It was almost unfathomable that a single man could be such a threat.

Still, Zeke knew better than to assume Levi had died. No, Levi was like a cockroach—impossible to kill. If he had survived the onslaught, then he was undoubtedly plotting his revenge at this very moment.

Zeke exhaled slowly, setting his whiskey glass down.

And then… there was her.

Aurora Jaeger.

Zeke’s fingers curled into a fist as he thought about the woman who terrified him more than anyone else on Paradis. It wasn’t her physical strength—she was no warrior. She wasn’t a titan shifter, nor was she a soldier trained in battle. No, what made Aurora dangerous was something far worse.

Her connection to the Founder.

Zeke had never been afraid of many things in his life, but the unknown? That unsettled him. And Aurora Jaeger was an unknown variable. The first time he had switched consciousness with her, he had thought it was some kind of fluke, some bizarre anomaly that would never happen again. But then it had happened again. He had been thrown into her body at the worst possible moment, forced to see what she saw, to experience what she experienced. And that meant one thing.

Ymir Fritz was watching.

The Founder was helping Aurora, and Zeke didn’t know why. That was what terrified him the most. He had spent years studying titan biology, piecing together the mysteries of Eldian genetics, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

Why her?

Why not him? He had royal blood too and he was the Beast Titan. He was the one who had worked so hard to uncover the truth of their existence. And yet, the Founder had chosen Aurora. That meant she was important. That meant she was a threat.

And he had hoped—prayed—that she had died in the chaos. But deep down, he knew better.

She was protected.

By Eren. By Levi. By the entire island, for all he knew.

Zeke ran a hand through his unruly blond hair, exhaling slowly. If she had survived, then she had undoubtedly seen the carnage he had inflicted firsthand. He wondered what she thought of him now. Before, she had likely viewed him as nothing more than an enemy, another piece on the board in the grand game of war. But now? Now, she knew what he was capable of.

Good.

Let her fear him.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. General Magath entered, his sharp eyes assessing Zeke with mild impatience. "Enough drinking, Zeke. We have a war to finish."

Zeke straightened, his usual composed demeanor slipping back into place. "Of course, General. I trust the invasion plans are progressing as expected?"

Magath nodded, unfolding a map onto the table. "Our forces are preparing for a full-scale assault. The titans you sent were effective in thinning their numbers, but Paradis is still standing. That island breeds fighters. They won’t go down easily."

Zeke hummed in agreement, his golden eyes flicking over the map. "Eren is still alive. Levi too. And Aurora Jaeger… she’s out there."

Magath’s brow furrowed slightly. "Aurora Jaeger?" he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. "The woman who married Eren Jaeger? Why does she matter?"

Zeke hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Just a hunch. Nothing more."

He wasn’t about to reveal his fears to Magath. He wasn’t about to admit that a woman with no military experience was the one who haunted his thoughts the most.

No, for now, he would wait.

And when the time came, he would make sure Aurora Jaeger never interfered with his plans again.

…

Ymir watched.

She had been watching for a long time now, her hollow, unblinking eyes fixed on Aurora Jaeger. The Paths stretched endlessly around her, their glowing, branching threads weaving through time and memory, but she paid them little mind. Not when she was there.

Aurora.

A woman born of her own bloodline, yet so different from all the others.

Ymir had seen the way she carried herself, how she moved through the world with quiet strength, how she survived time and time again when others would have fallen. It was fascinating. No one had ever intrigued her like this before. The countless descendants of the Eldian race had long since blurred together into an indistinct sea of suffering, but Aurora… she stood out.

Why?

Ymir didn’t know.

But she wanted to find out.

So she watched.

She watched as Aurora sat in a small, candle-lit room, her delicate fingers resting on the curve of her belly. She was lost in thought, staring blankly ahead, her expression distant.

Ymir tilted her head.

Could she feel her?

It wasn’t impossible. Aurora had always been sensitive to the Founder’s presence, even before she realized what it was. But now, it was becoming more… in tune. A connection was forming, one that neither of them fully understood yet.

Ymir took a step forward in the Paths, reaching toward her, as if that would somehow bridge the gap between them. But then, something shifted. A voice cut through the silence of the real world.

“Aurora?”

Aurora flinched, jolted out of her trance.

Eren’s voice. Deep, rough, edged with concern.

Ymir stilled, watching as Aurora blinked, her ice-blue eyes refocusing as she turned her head toward him.

“I’ve been calling your name,” Eren said, his brows furrowed. He was sitting beside her, his large hands resting on his knees. “You okay?”

Aurora inhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her chest. She felt… disoriented. Like she had been somewhere else entirely just moments ago. She shook her head slightly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

Eren didn’t look convinced. His green eyes scanned her face, his fingers twitching slightly as if resisting the urge to reach out. “About what?”

Aurora hesitated. How could she even begin to explain? She could still feel the lingering weight of Ymir’s gaze, as if the Founder was still there, still watching.

But before she could respond, another voice interrupted.

“Aurora,” the doctor called, stepping into the room. “It’s time.”

Aurora exhaled, letting the strange moment slip away as she shifted in her seat. Eren was already on his feet, offering her his arm before she could even try to stand on her own. She gave him a look—one that said I can get up myself, but he ignored it, steadying her anyway.

She sighed but didn’t resist. At thirty weeks pregnant, she was too tired to argue.

The past three months had been a blur of exhaustion, grief, and relentless determination. After Zeke’s devastating attack, rebuilding had become their sole focus.

Paradis had been fractured, but it hadn’t fallen.

They were still standing.

Barely.

Aurora waddled toward the examination table, easing herself onto it as the doctor began preparing for the checkup. Eren remained close, his arms crossed, his watchful gaze never straying from her. It was almost amusing how tense he got every time she had an appointment, as if he expected something catastrophic to happen at any given moment.

She reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Relax, Eren. We do this every two weeks.”

Eren grunted, but his fingers curled around hers all the same.

As the doctor began measuring her belly, listening to the baby’s heartbeat, Aurora’s mind drifted back to everything that had changed since that fateful day.

Pieck and Reiner had joined their ranks.

Eren still didn’t trust them. Probably never would. But they had been useful. Pieck’s sharp mind and strategic thinking had helped them organize what was left of their forces, and Reiner—well, Reiner had found his own place in all of this.

The Jaegerists had taken heavy losses. One-third of their forces were gone, including Floch.

Aurora still wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

She knew many of the Jaegerists mourned him, saw him as a martyr for their cause. Some of them even resented her for his death, as if she hadn’t been the victim of his betrayal. She had caught the occasional cold stare, the whispers behind her back. But no one dared lay a hand on her. Not after what Eren had done.

No one wanted to end up like Floch.

And then there was Noah.

The little boy she had risked her life for.

He had become one of the orphans under Historia’s care, living on the farm with dozens of other war-torn children. But he was still attached to her, still clung to her every time she visited. And surprisingly… he had grown attached to Reiner too.

Aurora smiled faintly, thinking of how the former warrior had started visiting the farm a few times a week. At first, it had been out of obligation, but over time, something had changed. Reiner had begun to care. He had found something beyond war, beyond duty.

She had seen it in his eyes when he played with Noah, when he sat among the children, listening to their stories, letting them braid his hair in ridiculous styles.

It was healing him.

Maybe not completely. Maybe not all at once. But little by little, it was giving him a reason to keep going.

Aurora squeezed Eren’s hand again, bringing herself back to the present as the doctor finished her exam.

“Everything looks good,” the doctor said, offering a small smile. “Baby is measuring perfectly. Heartbeat is strong.”

Aurora let out a breath of relief, but Eren remained silent, his grip on her hand never loosening.

She turned to him, nudging him lightly. “See? Nothing to stress about.”

Eren exhaled slowly, his jaw tight. “I’ll stop stressing when you’re not carrying a damn time bomb in your stomach.”

Aurora rolled her eyes. “It’s a baby, Eren.”

“Same thing,” he muttered.

The doctor chuckled softly before stepping out, leaving them alone.

Aurora looked up at Eren, studying the tension in his face. Even after three months, he was still wound tight, still bracing himself for the next disaster.

She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Hey,” she said softly. “We’re okay.”

Eren leaned into her touch for a moment, closing his eyes before pressing his forehead against hers. “Not for long.”

Aurora’s smile faded. She knew what he meant.

The peace they had now? It wouldn’t last.

Marley was still out there. Zeke was still out there.

And the war wasn’t over yet.

But before Aurora or Eren could say another word, the muffled sound of a sharp, exasperated voice reached them through the door.

"Get up, you useless brats! This isn’t a damn field trip!" Levi’s voice rang out, sharp as a whip, carrying through the corridors with all the authority of a man who had spent his entire life leading soldiers into hell.

Aurora sighed, shaking her head as she pulled her coat around her shoulders. "Sounds like another batch of fresh recruits got on his bad side."

Eren exhaled through his nose, his expression somewhere between amusement and indifference. "They should count themselves lucky. He could be worse."

Aurora scoffed. "Worse? He’s working those poor teenagers like slaves."

Eren’s lips curled slightly. "Good. They need it."

Aurora shot him a look, but she didn’t argue. She knew he wasn’t wrong.

With the numbers they lost in Zeke’s attack, Paradis had been desperate to bolster their forces. The Jaegerists had recruited every capable young fighter they could find, but they weren’t the hardened warriors that Levi was used to training. Most of them were barely out of childhood, wide-eyed and eager but completely unprepared for the horrors they would soon face.

Levi wasn’t about to coddle them. He had seen too many of his comrades die, too many promising soldiers lost to inexperience and bad training. He was doing what he always did—shaping them into survivors.

But damn, Aurora still felt bad for them.

She heard the scuffle of boots outside, followed by a series of desperate, labored breaths as the recruits struggled to keep up with whatever hell Levi was putting them through. Then, another sharp bark.

"Did you not hear me? Faster! If you can’t run, you die. If you can’t fight, you die. If you’re too slow, you die." A pause, then a heavy, unimpressed sigh. "And right now, I’m looking at a lot of dead people."

Aurora glanced at Eren, expecting him to roll his eyes, but instead, he just stood there, listening, his face unreadable. She could tell his mind was elsewhere, thoughts churning behind his cold green eyes.

Before she could ask what he was thinking, another voice broke through the noise.

"Captain Levi, please! I—I just need a second—"

"Are you asking the titans for a second? Are you asking the enemy for a break? Because if you are, let me know how that works out for you," Levi snapped.

Aurora stifled a laugh, pressing a hand to her mouth. The poor kid. She could only imagine the look of absolute despair on his face.

Eren shook his head, muttering, "They’ll either shape up or quit."

"Not much of a choice," Aurora murmured.

She shifted, preparing to walk toward the door, but before she could take a step, another voice cut through the commotion.

"Aurora!" Levi’s voice, this time directed at her.

Aurora stiffened as Eren immediately turned toward the doorway, his muscles tensing. Levi’s boots echoed against the wooden floors as he approached, his figure appearing in the dim light of the hall. His expression was unreadable—typical—but his sharp eyes flicked over her, scanning her from head to toe with an assessing glare.

"You’re supposed to be taking it easy," he said flatly, crossing his arms. "Not waddling around doing whatever the hell you feel like."

Aurora exhaled, already knowing where this was going. "Captain—"

"You’re pushing yourself too much," he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken. "I don’t care if you think you’re fine. I don’t care if Eren thinks you’re fine. You’re pregnant, and if you keep running around like you’re still a soldier, you’re gonna end up hurting yourself or that kid."

Aurora groaned, rubbing her temples. "I’m not running around."

Levi gave her a dry, unimpressed look. "You don’t sit still. Ever."

Aurora opened her mouth to argue, but Eren spoke first. "She’s fine."

Levi shot him a glare. "Yeah? And you’re a doctor now?"

Eren scowled, but didn’t reply. He knew better than to argue with Levi when he was in this mood.

Aurora sighed. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself."

Levi’s jaw tightened. "You’re reckless, and you make bad decisions."

Aurora frowned, crossing her arms. "I do not."

Levi arched a brow. "You ran straight into a battlefield to save a kid. You got trapped under debris. You almost got eaten."

Aurora hesitated. "Okay, that was—"

"And then," Levi continued, as if she hadn’t spoken, "instead of laying low like a normal pregnant woman, you’ve been running around this camp, sticking your nose in everything, stressing yourself out over things you can’t control."

Aurora huffed. "I’m not stressing myself out."

Levi’s stare was flat. "You never stop moving."

Aurora pursed her lips. She wasn’t about to admit it, but… maybe he had a point. She had been restless lately. Ever since the attack, ever since the loss of so many soldiers, ever since she realized just how much danger they were all in… sitting around felt impossible.

But she wasn’t going to tell Levi that.

Before she could come up with a response, Levi stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Look. I know you don’t like being coddled. I know you hate sitting still. But you’re no good to us if you push yourself too hard and something happens to you or the baby."

Aurora blinked.

That was… surprisingly gentle. At least, by Levi standards.

Eren stiffened beside her, clearly picking up on the shift in Levi’s tone. His gaze flickered between them, suspicion creeping into his features.

Aurora exhaled, finally relenting. "Alright. I’ll try to take it easy."

Levi huffed. "You better."

Then, before she could say anything else, Levi just walked past her without another word, heading back toward the recruits outside.

Eren turned to her, looking mildly disturbed. "What the hell is his problem?"

Aurora smoothed down her hair, still a bit dazed. "I… I think that was his way of showing affection?"

Eren’s expression twisted in disgust. "Tch. He should keep that to himself."

Aurora bit back a laugh, nudging him. "Jealous?"

Eren scoffed. "Of him? Please."

But as Aurora watched Levi disappear down the hall, she couldn’t help but smile.

For all his gruffness, for all his sharp words and dry sarcasm, he did care.

And in a world like this, that meant everything.

…

On another part of the island, the midday sun hung heavy in the sky, casting long golden rays over the recovering lands of Paradis. Though the island was still bruised from the devastation of Zeke’s attack, life had found a way to press forward. Civilians worked tirelessly to rebuild homes, reinforce their defenses, and gather supplies for the cold months ahead.

And at the center of it all was Historia Reiss.

The young queen had barely taken a moment to rest since the catastrophe three months prior. Her hands were always occupied with documents, her voice constantly in discussions with government officials, military leaders, and the common folk alike. She had once been a girl who doubted her own worth, but now, she had transformed into a steadfast ruler—one who shouldered the burdens of her people without hesitation.

But she wasn’t alone.

Wherever Historia went, Porco Galliard was never far behind.

Though he was an outsider, a former warrior of Marley, and a titan shifter who had once been their enemy, Porco had dedicated himself to protecting Historia. It had started as an unspoken duty, a way to atone for the horrors his country had inflicted upon Paradis. But somewhere along the way, it had become much more than that.

He had fallen for her. And to his surprise, she had fallen for him too.

Now, as Historia moved through the streets of the inner district, speaking with displaced families and ensuring aid reached those in need, Porco trailed beside her, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threat. His stance was casual, hands in his pockets, but the way he positioned himself—always slightly in front of her, always between her and anyone unfamiliar—made it clear that he was taking no chances with her safety.

Reiner couldn’t help but watch them.

He stood a short distance away, arms crossed over his broad chest, his golden eyes flickering between Historia’s soft smiles and Porco’s ever-present smirk.

It stung.

Back when he had first infiltrated Paradis as a young cadet, Reiner had admired Historia from afar. She had been “Christa” then, a sweet, selfless girl who had gone out of her way to help others, no matter the cost to herself. She had been gentle, kind—everything that Reiner, in his mind, was not. In the darkest corners of his thoughts, he had imagined a future where he could have been someone else—someone worthy of her.

Of course, that dream had shattered along with every other illusion he once had. Historia had found her own strength, her own identity, and had become a queen. And now, to add insult to injury, of all people she could have chosen, she had ended up with Porco.

Reiner gritted his teeth as he caught Porco glancing his way.

Porco’s smirk widened ever so slightly, his expression practically oozing smug satisfaction. He knew Reiner had harbored feelings for Historia back then. He had seen glimpses of it through Ymir’s memories when he inherited the Jaw Titan. He had witnessed every stolen glance, every hesitant moment where Reiner had longed to say something but never did.

And now, every time Porco caught Reiner staring, he made sure to rub it in.

Reiner clenched his fists at his sides, forcing himself to look away. He wasn’t the type to hold grudges over something like this—he knew Porco was a decent guy, and Historia genuinely seemed happy with him—but damn it, did he have to look so pleased with himself about it?

As if sensing Reiner’s frustration, Porco decided to push it further.

He casually draped an arm around Historia’s shoulders as she finished speaking with an elderly villager, pulling her close just enough to make his point. She didn’t seem to mind, leaning into him slightly before gesturing toward one of the supply carts that needed to be redirected.

Reiner exhaled sharply through his nose. He was being ridiculous, he knew that. There were far bigger problems in the world than his bruised ego. But still… Porco?

His bitter musings were interrupted when Jean and Connie wandered over, both of them having finished their assigned patrols for the day.

Jean followed Reiner’s gaze, then rolled his eyes. “You’re still sulking over this?”

Connie, munching on a piece of dried bread, snorted. “Damn, Reiner. Thought you were the Armored Titan, not the Heartbroken Titan.”

Reiner scowled at them. “I’m not sulking.”

Jean raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. And I’m not taller than Levi.”

Reiner’s jaw clenched. “It’s not a big deal.”

Connie smirked, nudging him with his elbow. “Tell that to your face.”

Reiner glared at him but said nothing.

Jean, ever the instigator, grinned. “Hey, maybe you should just go up to Historia and tell her how you really feel. Oh wait—too late.”

Connie cackled. “Yeah, Porco already beat you to it! Man, I bet Ymir’s rolling in her grave.”

Reiner groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you two shut up?”

Jean smirked, clearly enjoying this too much. “What? We’re just saying—”

“I said shut up.”

The sharpness in Reiner’s voice made both Jean and Connie back off slightly, though they were still grinning like idiots.

Across the street, Porco must have caught sight of their conversation, because he sent Reiner another insufferable smirk before turning his attention back to Historia, listening attentively as she spoke.

Reiner sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear to God, I hate that guy.”

Jean chuckled. “Yeah? Well, you should’ve made a move when you had the chance.”

Connie nodded sagely. “Snooze you lose, my dude.”

Reiner resisted the urge to groan again.

Maybe if he was lucky, Marley would launch another attack soon and he’d die in battle before he had to suffer through any more of this humiliation.

Meanwhile, Historia—completely oblivious to the torment she was unintentionally putting Reiner through—continued her work, coordinating with the citizens and the military forces still aiding in rebuilding efforts.

Porco remained by her side, his ever-watchful gaze scanning the crowd as she spoke. Though he enjoyed teasing Reiner, his protective instincts always came first. He wasn’t just playing the role of Historia’s protector—he was her protector, and he took that responsibility seriously.

Still, he did enjoy seeing Reiner squirm.

As Historia finished giving instructions to one of the guards, Porco leaned down slightly, lowering his voice just for her.

“Reiner’s staring again.”

Historia blinked, then turned her head slightly, catching the way Reiner had immediately averted his gaze the second she looked his way.

She frowned. “Why does he do that?”

Porco grinned. “Because he had a thing for you back when you were a cadet. Didn’t you know?”

Historia’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait, what?”

Porco chuckled, clearly pleased. “Oh yeah. Ymir knew. She saw it plain as day.”

Historia opened her mouth, then closed it, looking vaguely flustered. “I—I had no idea.”

Porco shrugged. “Well, doesn’t matter now, does it?”

He tugged her a little closer, just enough to make sure Reiner noticed.

Historia sighed, shaking her head. “You’re terrible.”

Porco smirked. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

And with that, he pressed a quick, playful kiss to her forehead before leading her to their next task, leaving Reiner to wallow in the background.

Jean and Connie howled with laughter.

Reiner considered throwing himself into the nearest pit.

…

The dim glow of lanterns flickered across the walls of Hange’s laboratory, casting long, shifting shadows that danced with each restless movement she made. Her workspace was in a complete state of chaos—papers scattered across the tables, half-melted candles dripping wax onto stained notebooks, and the acrid scent of burnt herbs lingering in the air. Glass vials filled with bubbling substances lined the shelves, while stacks of books sat open, their pages marked with frantic scribbles and annotations.

For weeks now, Hange had buried herself in Aurora’s worn herbalism notebook, pouring over every note, every observation, and every meticulously written formula. The sheer brilliance of it astounded her. She had known Aurora was intelligent—her ability to create elixirs to boost the stamina and endurance of the Jaegerists had already been impressive—but this? This was on another level entirely.

Aurora had discovered properties of Paradisian plants that no one had ever documented before. She had experimented with chemical reactions purely through instinct and logic, refining them without any formal training. Hange had spent her entire career dedicated to the pursuit of science, and yet she felt like she was looking at the notes of someone who could have been her equal—if not her superior—had Aurora ever been given the opportunity for proper medical or chemical training.

It was genius.

Hange’s fingers trembled slightly as she traced over the handwritten notes detailing the plant blend that had ignited upon contact with Historia’s rifle fire. That moment had been a breakthrough—Aurora had unintentionally created a flammable compound using natural ingredients, something Hange had been trying to accomplish for years.

And now, she had to find a way to use it.

Not just as an elixir, not just as a stimulant—but as a weapon.

Her mind raced with possibilities. Fire was one of the most effective ways to take down Titans, but their current methods relied too much on large-scale destruction like Thunder Spears. They needed something smaller, something that could be used quickly in combat, something that wouldn’t take time to set up. What if they could create small incendiary capsules? A mixture of Aurora’s plant blend combined with a volatile accelerant—one that could ignite upon impact or even on command?

Hange frantically flipped through the notebook, re-reading Aurora’s observations, trying to piece together the missing link. The plants she had used weren’t common, but Aurora had specifically noted their reaction to extreme heat. What if they enhanced that property? Strengthened it?

She turned to the table where a small glass container held dried fragments of the blend Aurora had given her. She carefully measured a portion into a separate vial, then reached for a flask containing a liquid she had been experimenting with—something with just enough potency to amplify the reaction without rendering it too unstable.

As she poured a single drop into the mixture, a small whoosh of flame erupted, flickering for just a brief second before settling into a smoldering glow. Hange’s eyes widened.

This could work.

This could really work.

She needed to test it. She needed to refine it. And most importantly, she needed Aurora.

Hange grabbed the notebook, tucked it under her arm, and all but sprinted out of the lab, her mind a whirlwind of ideas. She needed to show this to Eren. She needed Levi’s approval. But first—she needed Aurora to tell her everything she knew about this blend.

…

Aurora was in the main hall of their headquarters, her legs crossed as she absentmindedly skimmed through a book. The quiet hum of the base was a stark contrast to the bustling chaos outside, where the Jaegerists trained under Levi’s brutal command. At thirty weeks pregnant, she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the training grounds anymore—especially not with Levi constantly barking at her to “take it easy before she keels over.”

She smirked at the thought.

Levi would rather die than admit it, but he had grown more protective over her with each passing month. If she so much as looked like she was about to strain herself, he was there with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

Her peace was abruptly shattered when the doors to the hall slammed open, and in rushed Hange, looking like she had just been struck by a bolt of lightning.

Aurora barely had time to react before Hange barreled towards her, shoving the well-worn notebook in her face.

“Aurora! Tell me everything about the blend you used to set those Titans on fire!”

Aurora blinked, caught completely off guard. “What?”

“The blend! The one you threw when Historia fired her rifle! I need to know every single thing about it—how you made it, how you refined it, how reactive it is in different conditions—everything!” Hange’s hands were practically vibrating with excitement.

Aurora stared at her, then glanced down at the notebook in Hange’s grasp. “I mean… it wasn’t anything special—”

“Not special?!” Hange nearly shrieked. “Do you have any idea what you did? You created an instant incendiary reaction using only natural compounds! Do you understand the implications of that? Do you know what we could do with that?!”

Aurora frowned. “You’re talking about using it for a weapon.”

“Exactly!” Hange nearly bounced in place. “This could change everything! If we refine the formula, we could develop small-scale incendiary devices that soldiers can carry on hand—something that doesn’t require bulky equipment like Thunder Spears! Imagine being able to ignite a Titan’s weak spot with nothing but a simple throw!”

Aurora hesitated. “Hange… I never intended for my blends to be used to kill.”

Hange’s excitement faltered just slightly, but she wasn’t deterred. “I know. I know that’s not what you made them for. But Aurora, we need this. You’ve seen what happened. We barely survived the last attack. We’re alone, surrounded by enemies, and we need every advantage we can get. This isn’t just about Titans anymore—Marley’s going to come back, and when they do, we need to be ready.”

Aurora chewed her lip, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the book in her lap. She had spent years studying the plants of Paradis, learning their properties, crafting remedies to heal people. But now, those same discoveries were being repurposed for war.

And yet… Hange wasn’t wrong.

Aurora sighed, finally meeting Hange’s eager gaze. “Alright. I’ll tell you everything.”

Hange’s face lit up.

“I knew you’d see reason! Alright, come on—we’re going back to the lab! We have so much to test!”

Aurora groaned, already regretting her decision. “Can I at least finish my tea first?”

Hange grabbed her arm, practically dragging her towards the exit. “Tea can wait! Science can’t!”

As Aurora let herself be pulled along, she couldn’t help but shake her head.

She had a feeling she had just created something far more dangerous than she ever intended.

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