#farmer marley

[mmarggsstuff]

Father figure

Once again, sorry for my gibberish english :D

[his-writing-blog]

Jak ostatnie dni | Shane x nb!Farmer

Shane wasn't it the best mood right now. It has been raining for three days, which meant that the summer was about to end. That meant he had to get back to working even more than full time. Yoba, he's gonna miss having more time to spend with Jas or sloping around the house. As he was walking by Emily's house, someone ran past him almost pushing him down. He yelped but easily steadied himself.

The person slowed down a bit and turned his head around. "Sorry!" And with that they bolted again towards the staircase by the clinic. Ah yes. The new comer. Marvin, or something. They've been living on the old farm for almost half a year now. They were quite a wierdo, in Shane's opinion.

From what he heard from Marnie, they hadn't been socialising at all with anyone. They only talked to Pierre, Robin and her in matters of buissenes. All other interacctions were shot down with them telling how busy they are.

Looking at it from Shane's perspective, he wouldn't fucking care if they didn't almost crash into him. He frowned and yelled at their back. "Watch out, douchebag!" They didn't even look back at him when they dissapeared behind the building.

Shane shook his head and slowly continued forward. As much as he hated his work, he needed the money. He looked at his feet and kicked the pebbles laying on his way. He was already soaked and battered. Shane couldn't wait for visit in the saloon after his shift. He wondered whether he should get himself beer or beer. Tough question, he said to himself trying to light up a bit.

It wasn't a long time before he was by Pierre's store. Shane stopped by the board and looked at the news. It was 26th day of the month, which truly meant only three days and ofically the autumn would start. He sighed and continued onwards.

Shane barely stepped out behind the store when he heard someone shout out "Look out!" and something crashed at him with full strenght. He automatically shut his eyes and grabbed the mass. They fell to the ground.

Shane grunted in pain and opened his eyes to see who was so careless. The problem was, that all he saw was white. At that moment Shane was almost sure that he was left blind by the accident, untill the whiteness got creased and moved with the huff of the person on top of him. As Shane was about to move, a mixture of a few scents hit him hard enough to left him stunned for a bit. He smelled the younggrass, a bit of the salty ocean breeze and, the most impactful, the scent of the ground after a storm. Those scents mixed with the smell of the rain on the concrete messed with his senses. A few second passed before he noticed that the person rolled off him to the side and that the smell was gone.

"Oh shit, are you alright?" The person was now kneeling over him. Shane looked over them. Of course it was the new farmer who could be running around so carelessly at this time. As he tried to sat up, they grabbed his arm and steadily helped him up. The scent hit him again and he couldn't help himself but look the newcomer up and down. They were quite young, probably still in their twenties. They had tanned skin, longer dark purple hair and big hypnotizing lavender eyes. He could swear that they almost glowed in the gray of the day. They wore a white shirt under brown jacket and jeans.

"Maybe we should go to the clinic? I think the doctor will take us in if I tell him what happened." The farmer was getting worried over the lack of any response from the man. Shane imidiately shook off the wierd feelings and shot up to his legs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Running around, not even looking if there is anyone around you!" Shane scolded the kneeling person. "What if it was Evelyn that you crashed into? She wouldn't be able to just shake it off like me!" He grabbed his head and looked impatiently at the farmer.

They looked at him, their mouth open as if in disbelief that Shane could become so angry. They stood up and brushed off some dirt from their wet pants. They looked sheepishly at Shane and quietly responded.

"I am really sorry. You're usually over the bridge by now and there is no one expect the old lady that would be coming out in a few minutes..." They fiddeled with their fingers anxiously. "But I usually manage to get around here in between of you two walking. It's just that my dog managed to run away and went into the woods in the morning. He didn't get far but made me just enough late to throw me off the rythm... And then you were a bit late to pass the store which I didn't foresee. And I am really sorry about that." They rambled.

Shane shook his head and looked him up and down again, this time putting some disapointement behind it. They were a bit taller than him, but only by a centimeter or so. "Just don't let it happen again, okay?" He felt a bit sorry for the farmer. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he woke up and Charlie endes up missing.

The farmer smiled at him brighly and extended their hand towards him. "For sure." Shane grabbed their hand in an awkward handshake. "I'm Marley, by the way." They introduced themselfves. "Hope we could have met up in a different scenario." They laughed lightly.

"Shane." With that he let go of their hand. They smiled awkwardly at him again. But within a second their face got worried and they were again rushing towards the beach.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now." They called after him. "See you around!" And they were gone.

Shane stood there in shock. But as the nine has struck on the mayor's house clock, Shane was pulled back from his thoughts. He's late to his shift, fuck. He ran to the jojamarkt, cussing at the weather, his boss, and the strangely captivating farmer.

Later that day, Shane dropped a whole package of soup when he realized that Marley smellt like everything he loved about summer. Morris did cut his pay from this incident.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hi Kat, huge congrats on reaching 2K 💕 for the event, could I request a post-war Dadvi drabble where the happy family is living somewhere in Marley & celebrating Levi's birthday?

hi flo! :3 i rly want to commission someone to draw levi holding a baby in his lap now kjdskfj

Making a Fuss | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ < 800 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff

The farmer's market was a bit more crowded today in terms of both vendors and buyers. Although most of the produce was sold earlier in the fall, there were still fruits and vegetables that had been harvested from the gardening that had occurred the year prior. A few years after the end of the Rumbling, the world was slowly getting pieced back together.

Walking from your house to the market and then through the market to the bakery was going to be a bit of a longer journey, so you were pushing Levi through the lineup of vendors as he sat in his wheelchair. It was ultimately for the best. Since he was seated, he was able to sit with your 7-month old in his lap, although your child was beginning to get restless from the amount of people around you. He wanted nothing more than to escape Levi's lap and crawl around, but Levi had a firm grip on him.

You had originally said that you were only wanting to pick up some vegetables and hang out at the bakery for the afternoon, but Levi wasn't dumb. It was too much of a coincidence that you had been this insistent on going out on his birthday. You had something planned.

His eyes went from staring at the bakery off in the distance down to your child that was busy babbling and tugging on his shirt. He had been fine as Levi occasionally distracted him by chatting with him or poking him, but it was clear that he was getting restless.

Levi heard you shuffling around behind him and you reached over his shoulder while holding a small plush shaped like a cat, handing it to your child to play with.

You ruffled your baby's jet black hair, which matched the hue of his father's. It hadn't thickened up enough for you to be able to style it yet, but you knew that your heart was going to melt as soon as you saw your baby wearing the same undercut as Levi.

Levi's nose immediately scrunched up as he gave his child a wary look the minute the teething toddler began gnawing at the plushie, very quickly covering part of the stuffed animal in his own slobber.

"Would you rather him be gnawing on his hands that have been touching every surface we've seen since leaving the house?"

The only response you heard from Levi was a gentle grunt as he acknowledged your comment.

You wheeled Levi and your baby over to a corner table on the outside porch of the bakery as soon as you arrived before walking inside to pick up the order that you had placed ahead of time.

You knew that Levi was not one to enjoy gifts, but you wanted to at least do something to celebrate. Plus, the three of you needed to get out of the house and go somewhere other than the teashop.

"No way," you uttered affectionately as you redirected your child's grabby hands away from the pastry cake you held in your hands. "I didn't even set this thing down yet."

While your child looked overly excited for the sugary treat that he technically wasn't even supposed to have yet, Levi held a skeptical expression, with one eyebrow raised higher than the other.

"Oh c'mon, it's like your first day off in what...two weeks?" you asked in an exasperated tone as you sat down. "I know you're very adamant about keeping the teashop together, but you should at least be allowed to celebrate your birthday."

"I've had days off."

You scoffed, clearly not believing him.

"Yeah, and you choose to spend them at the shop despite the fact that Gabi and Falco have been helping out."

"And leave the fate of the shop to those brats? Fuck no."

A scowl quickly appeared on your face as you visually berated him for cursing in front of your child, although you already knew that he didn't really care too much about that concept of not cursing in front of him.

He tightened his grip on his child that was getting increasingly fussy and turned him around to look into his eyes that matched yours in color.

"You have never made a fuss about your birthday, have you?" he asked with a serious expression. "Maybe you should have a chat with your mother."

You gently smacked Levi's shoulder with an annoyed, but also subtly amused look.

"He hasn't had a birthday yet, you dumbass."

You vaguely heard him scoff at your comment, amused at the fact that you cursed almost immediately after judging him for cursing within earshot of your baby.

"Just accept the 'happy birthday', you asshole."

[lemmetreatya]

enemies to lovers but it's southern reiner and you're both prize winning cow farmers competing at the state fair ((u make out on the ferris wheel and bicker in front of the official 4-H judges))

oh this request is so mf goaatteeddd!! i just know you care me. you love me sooooo much. this is lifes greatest gift and you have literally bestowed it upon me. i kiss you witj open mouth!

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x fem!Reader

word count: 3.2k+

content: enemies to lovers, happy ending, slight yan!reiner, reader is quite confrontational

Every single year, he did this — Without fail.

It’s been impossible to attend a peaceful Marley’s Grand State Fair without the most irksome competition known to man attending too.

He wasn’t fearless, or a nasty cheater, or even someone who paid behind door bribes. It was simply because he was just as competitive as you. And annoyingly, he chose your beloved niche to be competitive about.

“Betty’s definitely gonna beat yer Tyler II again this year. Your old boy ain’t got shit on us.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned around in a huff as you were met with none other than the notorious Four time MGSF winner — Reiner Braun.

“Quit ya talking, Braun. We don’t know jack for certain so we’ll let the judges be judge of that.”

A smirk that was as sweet as summertime honey graced Reiner’s face. He quickly spat the toothpick that was in his mouth and squeezed the crown of his hat before sizing you up. You definitely noticed how his frame was so immensely empowering over yours.

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to let them judge because then it means I’m winning again.” He teased.

You opened your mouth to rebuttal but before you could, the man walked off.

With an annoyed clench of your hands you made a short and quiet scream.

It just wasn’t fair. For five years in a row, you had won the state fair’s competition for healthiest cow. Tyler the First used to be your breadwinner, until his son Tyler II surpassed him, but you didn’t mind because the competition was between you and yourself.

That was until, Reiner Braun came onto the scene with his Beloved Betty and started dominating each time after that.

If he won again this year then his title wins would be tied with yours — but you couldn’t have that, nor anymore losses or second places. This was the last year of Tyler II’s prime meaning it was probably also your last chance to become a six time champion — and youngest contestant in the history of Marley’s Grand State Fair to do so.

None of your other cattle were matching to Tyler II’s standard so it was all or nothing.

If only Reiner Braun and Betty weren’t in the goddamn way!

“I-it’s a tie.”

“What?!”

Both you and Reiner rose from your seats.

The judges looked towards the both of you with solemn faces. Each and every one of them have been judging long enough to know the feud the two of you had and that this decision was trouble.

“It’s a tie.” Another judge spoke up with a cleared throat. “Based on all the criteria, both Betty and Tyler II’s match neck and neck. There’s nothing else we can do.”

“That’s not fair!” You instantly object back.

There was a moment of silence as most of the people present were too stunned to speak but with a sigh, Reiner spoke up next.

“I hate to say this but I agree.” Everyone looked to the man in shock. Even you made a surprised face at him as you watched him fold his arms over his chest and shake his head.

“This ain’t no fair. There’s got to be an anomaly somewhere. There has to be a set winner.”

You were so close to agreeing with his statement but there was something in you that just wouldn’t let yourself be in harmony with him.

“Wait, what d’you mean ‘you hate to agree’ with me? What, you think I’m wrong all the time?!”

Turning in your direction with a nonchalant attitude, Reiner shrugged.

“Matter of fact, I do, yes.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your jaw dropped as you stepped into his personal space.

“Why, I oughta—”

“Either way!” The judge loudly spoke over you both as they stepped in again. “We’re not going back on our decision. We’ve decided to crown you both first place and that's final.”

“What happens to the prize then?” You ask.

“Well, we’ll split the money between you each and then you’d both have to share a free ride ticket at the state fair.”

"Share a ticket?" You question.

"As in, take a ride together?" Reiner finishes.

The judge nods accordingly, the resolute decision shown clearly on their face.

"Yes, exactly that."

Both you and Reiner look at each other in mild shock at the judgement. Could this really get any worse?

You really jinxed yourself with that one. This got so much worse.

It never occurred to you how little rides were available for two people who didn’t require to be sardined right against each other.

Upsettingly, the ferris wheel was one of the only rides which could accompany a shared yet distanced pair. It definitely wasn’t your first or favourite choice but at least it meant you got your ticket’s worth.

Right?

“God, can this ride go any slower?”

You moan out loud as your head hits the side of the ferris wheel frame. You can’t help but slouch in your position as your hand slides down the window.

Reiner on the other hand sat quietly on the opposite bench. He hadn’t said much the whole ride, only pensively have his macho arms folded over his burly chest. You would have found something to complain about, like how he was assertively manspreading or tapping his going-out timberlands against the metal floor board, but you weren’t in any better form yourself so you didn’t mention it.

“Maybe the slowness can get you to reflect on your behaviour.” He hummed.

With a surprised expression, more at the prospects those were his first words the whole ride, you quickly sat up in offence.

“I—What behaviour?! I’m pretty well behaved thank you very much.”

Reiner looked at you with a face of perplexity. Usually he’d bite back or say something to provoke you more, but for the first time, he didn’t.

A small sigh left the blonde’s mouth as he looked out the ferris wheel’s view. His hand came up to slightly pinch his hat by the front and tip it further of his eyes.

“Look, after today’s competition, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we just call a truce? There’s no point fighting over this petty shit, it’s tiring.” He said in a low voice.

His words made you frown.

You know you weren’t the most receptive individual when it came to being the ‘bigger person’, but even this seemed bizarre for Reiner to address.

From the moment you met him, he was against you. There’s never been a good day of friendly fire between you — it’s always been fire and opposition. Like yes, he was a good looking guy, and you’re sure he was nice to everyone else — but that's just not the relationship you two had.

If this was a joke, it was a very distasteful one.

Sitting further back onto your side of the bench, you mirror his stature by folding your arms over your own chest. Only difference is that you folded your legs instead.

“I’m not in a laughing mood, Braun. This isn’t time for any’a these games of yours.”

Reiner shook his head as he shrugged.

“Okay, but I’m not pulling your leg, I’m being serious. We’re big enough adults, aren’t we? — I think we’re capable of calling a truce for the sake of peace.”

“Peace?” Your voice went an octave higher. “Between me and you?”

Reiner looked at you expectantly, his face unwavering. With how solid his resolve was, you knew he wasn’t joking and in all honesty, that truly and utterly confused you.

If you were in a any goofier mood, you would have laughed.

“Braun, last time I checked, you hated me — and quite vehemently, may I add. So tell me, why on God’s green earth would I suddenly call a truce?”

With a face of confusion and hands cupping his knees, Reiner bends forwards in his seat.

“Wait, you think I hate you?!”

That caught you off guard. So much so that your throat made a short circuiting noise.

You sure as hell hope this man wasn’t trying to gaslight you right now because now he’s even gotten you questioning every interaction you’ve had with him the whole five years you’ve known his sorry ass.

Holding your hands up in front of you, momentarily squeezed your eyes shut.

“I—Is that a trick question? Of course you hate me, Braun. You always have...”

A louder sigh than before left Reiner’s mouth. Leaning back, the man slowly removed his hat from his head, the other hand ruffling his blonde hairs.

All you could do was watch in shock as Reiner looked at you with eyes you've never seen him look at you with before. The man placed his hat down on the bench next to him before standing up with an exasperated expression. With his hands on his hips, he stood within the middle of the carriage and pensively looked out of the ferris wheel view.

Several seconds passed but they all felt like excruciating minutes. Something about this conversation, Reiner’s attitude, just all felt so off.

Looking up at his towering figure, you couldn’t help but let your expression sour. With his short sleeved muscle t-shirt and Levi jeans, the man looked healthy, but you couldn’t help but think he was sick in the head for pulling such a joke.

“Reiner, I asked you a question.” You tried to assert.

With a pained squint of his face, the blonde turned his face to the side.

“I know!” He almost whined. “Just… give me a second, alright? I’m tryna formulate what I wanna say.”

Your body language slumped against the bench but it was a mask for the suffocating feeling of your heart drumming hard against your chest — more than it has for any contest.

All of this felt so surreal right now. The outcome of the competition, the fact that you were in this stupid ferris wheel, whatever it was that was going on with Reiner — it just seemed like such an out of body experience but you knew you were present.

Pressing his hand up against the roof of the ferris wheel, Reiner sighed before looking down at you.

“Woman, I have never hated your guts for the life of me. If anything I envied you. You seem to do everything so flawlessly and effortlessly and I’m jealous of that. I gotta work real hard to get Betty to beat your boys, you know that? When I win, it feels good. Why? Because it means I’ve worked hard, not because it means I get to see you lookin’ all despondent.”

You thickly gulped as you looked up at the man and in return meet his eyes. There was so much more he wanted to say, you could just see it in the way his mouth twitched every time he looked to you.

But after hearing those words, the situation was becoming more clear. You didn’t care that Reiner thought you did things with no effort. Your whole life had been people thinking the exact same thing, so to you the presumption was uninflecting. But right now, you’re sworn enemy, was telling you how they never hated you or liked seeing you sad.

That he was jealous of you? Envious of you? Inspired to do better by you?

All of this could easily be used to power on rivalry but that’s not what Reiner was saying. Right now, this man was admitting to hating how winning made you sad — and how that, made him sadder.

“So…you saying you never had anything against me?”

You ask unsurely.

The blonde man made a hazy face as he twisted his hand to show contemplation.

“Aside from a lil friendly competition fire, I’ve never had anything against you. Well, at least nothing negative.”

He mumbled the last part but it didn’t go unheard by you. For such a life changing subject, you couldn’t afford to miss out on any information that could help you understand what this was about.

“That last bit, whaddyou mean by ‘at least nothing negative’?” You pointed at him.

Reiner looked as if he’d been caught off guard. He grumbles beneath his breath as he turns his head away from you again, but all it revealed to you was the tale-telling signs as the tips of his ears blushed rosy red.

“It’s nothing important.” He retorts.

“Doesn’t matter; repeat it. You’ve decided to lay everything out into the open so you might as well say what you mean.”

With a lethargic groan, Reiner wiped his hand over his face. You could tell whatever he was going to say was going to be deep considering the uncertain glance gave you.

However, when he let out a dry laugh and placed his hands onto his hips, you knew that was his ‘fuck it’ moment.

“Okay, fine. I didn’t have anything negative against you but I guess the only reason why I was so determined to win each year was because it’d at least mean you’d notice me and I wanted you to notice me because I had a silly crush on you. There. I said it. Happy now?”

His voice was so calm but you could tell he was nervous as hell due to how he spoke in one breath. The way his fingers flexed and his footing constantly swapped, he was anything but confident revealing what he just did. But you don’t blame him, confessing your feelings to someone would always feel daunting, regardless of age. You even felt nervous for him.

But alas, Reiner had taken courage to say what he’d been hiding for all this time. You guess the least you could do was take his ignited fire and turn it into a flame.

Clearing your throat, you patted the seat next to you as you scooched up closer towards the wall. Reiner instantly got the message and sat himself besides you.

The tall man downsized himself to be seated next to you. However, as soon as he sat down, your thighs were warmly touching. You tried to shuffle over but it was to no avail, you were already stuck to the wall. What was even worse was that Reiner’s arms had nowhere to rest. The both of you tried to squeeze each way to make more room but nothing worked.

“Damn, these things real tight.” He lowly joked and you couldn't help but laugh along.

Inevitably, the both of you tried to stick round it but it ended up with one of Reiner’s arms draped around your shoulders and one of your arms leaning on his thigh.

When you initially invited him down, you didn’t think the fitting would be that tight but you guess for a large man, most things weren’t tailored to his size. Imagine how bad it would have been if you chose a rollacoaster ride?!

“How long?”

After a minute or so of silence sat in that position, you spoke.

Reiner looked down at you once he heard you speak. He had his own head being tomb raided with so many thoughts already so he was glad you said something to finally break the cycle.

“How long for what?”

“That you’ve had a crush on me.” You reiterated.

“Since the day I first laid eyes on you.” Reiner instantaneously replied.

With an upset face you looked up at the man. You couldn’t help but notice how that phrase seem like he’d finally released a long breath he’d been holding. He must have felt that way for a long time.

Poking Reiner’s chest you jutted your lip out.

“All that time? How did you expect me to know you liked me? Especially with all that competition shit we had going on, it’d be impossible.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Reiner looked away from you. Although that wasn’t for long because instantly he was back looking straight down at you with a face of admiration — blushes and all.

“Yeah, well I guess it’s my fault in a way. Makes sense you wouldn’t have known concerning how we always seemed at each other’s throats.”

“Yeah. Guess so.” You mumbled.

Although the air was thick with a new fodder of feelings, neither you nor Reiner were able to keep your eyes off of each other. If anything you’re not surprised; Even within these conditions, you were still going head to head to see who’d look away first.

“I know this’ll sound sudden but is it okay if I kiss you? It’s fine if you say no.”

Reiner eventually mumbles.

You knew it was coming because the way his thumb was soothing over your shoulder could only illicit to such things, but nevertheless, it still caught you off guard.

Blinking rapidly, you quickly glance out at the view behind him. You hadn’t noticed but the both of you were nearing the end of your ride.

“And what if I did say no?” You tease as your eyes glance back to him.

With a shrug, Reiner replied.

“Then I’d back up.”

“Without a fight?” You ask.

“Without question.”

You were glad Reiner had concern for how you felt. For now, it had only been him to confess his feelings so it was encouraging that he was still aware that you didn’t owe him anything.

But even whilst being slightly skeptical of these new revelations, you still wanted to indulge just this once.

With your hand on his thigh slowly inching towards the inner part of his leg, you looked up at Reiner from beneath your lashes.

“Don’t back up.” You whisper, your words feather light.

And that was all the access Reiner needed.

With a delicate swoop, the blonde bent down to softly press his lips against yours. His hand that wasn’t already behind your back came up to lightly press against your cheek, the kiss all consuming as the man practically sucked you up.

If you hadn’t believed Reiner had liked you for ages before, then you did now. The amount of desperate panting yet wholesome restraint in not to devour you then and there was so evident in how he kissed you.

Its not like you haven’t been kissed before, but the experience felt so new and fresh to you that it couldn’t help but feel like it was your first.

Your own hand tentatively came up to wrap around the nape of his neck and you couldn’t deny how hot the growl he made in you doing that, was.

No one could say for sure how long you two stayed like that. Especially not when the both of you were practically gasping for air when you pulled back.

With his lips blood and flushed pink — slick with a mix of both your spits — you couldn’t help but occasionally glance down at them as you spoke to Reiner with blown eyes.

“I’m starting to feel like you called a truce just so you could kiss me.”

A low chuckle left the man’s lips. He couldn’t help but to lean forwards and land another kiss to your lips before quickly pulling back.

“Oh, I’m planning to do much more than just that.”

He said whilst pulling you closer to tug you onto his lap.

Maybe, just maybe, coming joint first place wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

[sonofthesaiyans]

To the gal who is most deserving of a second chance, Happy Birthday Ymir. 🎂

There is so much to be said about Ymir, she is without at doubt one of the most intriguing and and perplexing characters in Attack on Titan. There's so much we don't know about her, even her real name remains a mystery. For me, Ymir was set up to be a much bigger player in the war to unravel the mystery of the Titans, and her story to me is one that demands an urgent continuation in some form.

Ymir definitely holds a special place in the story, she often comes off as cold and distant, and one to take particular pleasure in messing with the few friends she has in the 104th. Her motivations are never clear and she's an incredibly hard person to read, but then again many of my favorites elsewhere also fit that bill. Her one constant companion is Historia, and to call them an odd couple would be a huge understatement. It is however very entertaining to see how they play off each other, with Historia constantly in a balancing act with Ymir's more jaded attitude towards all that's going down with the Scouts.

While Ymir may be cold, distant and detached a lot of the time, she isn't without heart and has come through for Historia and the others several times when it really mattered. She has been through hell and back, having easily one of the most messed up backstories of any of the Scouts. Literally everything Ymir knew from her past life in Marley is long gone, she doesn't even remember her own family. And was condemned to an existence by Marley that nobody should have to suffer. Ymir literally has nothing to lose, with the people of Paradis being the first chance she has had to escape her long personal hell.

Ymir as the Jaw Titan was an impressive reveal, and she could seriously have helped level the playing field against the Warriors and the Marleyans. Her unique bond with Historia would have been all the more interesting to see develop after Historia assumed her rightful place as the Queen of the Eldians. And let's be real, nobody wanted to see Historia end up with some nameless , faceless farmer who she may not even have been attracted to in the first place. Ymir and Historia both have similarly tragic backgrounds where they essentially had no family left to turn to, with only each other to fill the void. Theirs was a rocky relationship that nonetheless shone brightly......Certainly more than Eren and Mikasa ever did, and I stand by that, people.

For me personally, Ymir's long absence and ultimate fate was one of Titan's biggest bad calls, we all expected more. And we absolutely deserved more, she is undoubtedly one of the story's biggest missed opportunities. And now we're left to fill in the blanks as to what the full story behind her is.

There's something really compelling about Ymir, even at her worst she was still a good person deep down, and one who deserved that chance to escape the insanity that robbed her of so much. I wanted to see her relationship develop with the other Scouts, and to see how she evolved as the Jaw Titan. Feels like the story we should have gotten with all that was set up around her was sacrificed for something that denied her her chance to shine.

I want to know more about Ymir, I want to connect with her more strongly, I want to know what her whole story is and see what might have been. I think Ymir could've easily carried a plot of comparable caliber to Eren's. It was all there, they had everything they needed.....Now somebody needs to step in and do what Hajime Isayama failed to take advantage of. Show the man how it's REALLY done.

For now, best wishes to the girl who so richly deserved a second chance to live a life that was all her own, to find the freedom she never had. I only hope one day she truly does get another chance. 💚 ⚔️ 💚 ⚔️ 💚

And to close that out, a special shoutout to the incredibly talented Elizabeth Maxwell, who we have to thank for giving her voice to this amazing character. I can only hope she too might one day get another chance to do so again.

Thanks for the amazing picture, Liz! It was truly an honor to have shared our appreciation of Ymir with you. ❤️

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Monsters and Heroes (Reiner Braun x Marleyan!Reader)

Word count: 5 400

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

A/N: Huge thanks to @wyvernslovecake for inspiring this story! Soft dad Reiner with his little princess has my whole heart! ❤️

TW: mentions of birth trauma, postpartum depression

Summary: You and Reiner were very well aware, that raising a child is going to be challenging. Although most days were filled with nothing but love and fun, there came days when you had to re-open old wounds, just to let your daughter know what the world she was born into used to look like back in the day.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: House by the ocean

Monsters and Heroes

„Honey, watch your steps. You’re going to trip and fall down again,“ you said to your four-year-old daughter, who kept looking over her shoulder in your direction. It has always been her little thing – walking a few steps ahead and looking back, to see if you were still following. „And if you rip your dress, daddy is not going to be happy. You know this one is his favorite and he loves it, when you wear it.“

„He can buy me a new one,“ Maya replied without even thinking about the answer and gave you the cutest little smile. The bright yellow dress with tiny little white flowers was Reiner’s favorite from the moment he got it for his little princess. And you completely understood why. „Right, mommy?“

„I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him when he later comes home from work.“

„I wish he didn’t have to work so often, so he could be home with me.“

You smiled, tucking a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. It was a beautiful summer day – not too hot thanks to the light breeze, which was coming from the ocean. „You know he loves his job. And besides, he would be bored if he stayed home all the time, don’t you think?“

„No,“ Maya said and looked over at you again. You were on the way back home from the farmer’s market, which was one of her favorite places ever. She simply loved looking around, asking tons of questions, and saying hello to everyone who she passed by. Animals including. „I would keep him busy. We could play all day.“

Over time, Reiner got really friendly with the owner of the nearby farm, from where you first got your ducklings – way back when you moved here from Marley after the Rumbling and started a new life. And as their friendship got stronger, the owner offered him a job. As he was getting older and needed help more often, he wanted someone, who he could trust. And Reiner was just the right man for that position. With a pretty decent income came many more benefits as well. But the most important thing was, that Reiner was happy.

While you stayed home with your daughter, occasionally earning some extra money by selling your paintings and tending to the house, he worked five days a week and had the weekends off. That’s when the farmer’s sons usually came to visit him, so he had somebody else to help with the things that couldn’t wait until Monday morning.

And even though you never had tons of money to spend, you lived happily. You could always afford all the things you needed while living a slow and peaceful life, both of you doing something you truly enjoyed.

But the most important thing above all was your daughter – Maya Braun, whose birth almost cost you your own life. After nearly bleeding out shortly after delivering her, and then spending almost three weeks in the hospital due to many other complications, you had to face something even more horrific. You’ve barely heard about a condition called postpartum depression until you had to face it yourself. Not to mention the overwhelming anxiety and quilt, which keep you company for many months to come. Maya was nearly one year old when you finally started to feel like yourself again.

You had to face many hardships, to have the happy life you lived today. But with the help of your partner, his mother, and Pieck, who moved close by with her dad a couple of months after Maya was born, you did it. You slowly recovered and got to enjoy your new life, not taking anything for granted.

„Will Pieck come over today? She promised to braid my hair and put some flowers in it.“

„Not today, I think,“ you said, walking up the little hill to your house, which was situated on top of a cliff. The view from your garden was the best part, it overlooked the ocean in all its beauty. „But if you want your hair braided, I can do it. We can even pick some flowers in the garden.“

„No, Pieck does it better,“ Maya stated, looking back at you once more. She stumbled a little almost immediately but didn’t fall. She just twirled around a bit with a heartwarming laugh and continued walking as if nothing happened. „I’ll wait for her. Or for daddy, he can do it just as nicely.“

„Well, okay then,“ you smiled and shook your head.

She made every day of your life so worth it. As she was getting older and started exploring the world around her more and more, you simply loved to watch her every step. And Reiner was the same. He spent every possible second with his baby girl, always carrying her around on his shoulders and making her laugh until both of them could hardly catch their breaths.

She really was the happiest, when she was with her dad. And not only now, but ever since she was a baby. At first, you were pretty bummed about it and blamed yourself, for not being able to bond with your daughter right after birth. But as you saw how effortlessly Reiner cared for her and loved her, how much happiness his daughter brought into his life, you slowly let go of your dark thought. Seeing both of them happy was, after all, the most important thing.

Recovering from his past took Reiner a lot of time, but after many battles, he succeeded. Sometimes, there were moments he remembered something or got sad, but you couldn’t even compare it to the state he was in during the Marley Mid-East War or after the Rumbling. Maya truly healed his heart and mind in ways even you couldn’t. And just simply by being born and being his daughter, who took after him in many ways. Her blonde hair, nose, and lips looked so much like Reiner’s. Not to say her eyes, which started to turn the color of honey gold when she was about six months old. There was no denying, that she was Reiner’s daughter.

„Grandma said she’ll bake that cherry pie I love so much and bring some over in the evening.“

„Yeah, she’ll stay over for dinner as well,“ you answered, finally seeing your house on the top of the hill. Walking up here when you were in town during pregnancy was a true nightmare. „Will you help me cook something good for her?“

Maya excitedly nodded and when she too finally saw your house, she started running towards it, screaming for your ducks. She loved them to death, always playing with them and carrying them around the garden or the house when they were still little.

„Mommy, you’re taking forever!“ she shouted for you, shoving open the wooden gate. It was painted white and decorated with colorful flowers and butterflies, she helped you paint. On one of the wooden boards were three colorful handprints – Reiner’s, Maya’s, and yours in the colors orange, yellow, and red.

„You don’t have to wait for me, go check the ducks and ask them what they did while we were away.“

„They surely missed me so much.“

„Of course, they did, honey.“

While she raced to the back of the garden, which was reserved for the ducks, you stopped to check the mailbox. For almost seven years now, you were expecting at least a single letter from your father. A former Marleyan soldier, who was taken hostage by the Eldians from the Liberio Internment zone, when the Rumbling started. Only thanks to that did you and he got the chance to travel with them to Fort Salta and survive.

But after everything, he turned his back on you because of Reiner. It was humiliating for him, that his only daughter fell in love with an Eldian. Not to say with Reiner Braun. You tried to make amends with him throughout the years by writing him every week and even going back to his new home in Marley. But he avoided you at all costs. At that time, you were already pregnant without anyone knowing. Even Reiner got to hear the exciting news just after you came back.

After giving birth and almost losing your life, it was Reiner, who wrote to your father and begged him, to come and see you. But not even such horrific news convinced him to contact you. After some time, you somehow accepted it. He was simply not interested in you anymore. He rather lived alone, than accepted Reiner into the family. Not even the fact, that you named Maya after your late mother, who died when you were still a child, interested him.

And so almost seven years went by, without you and your father speaking a single word. You kept sending him letters, where you wrote about your life, about Maya, and sometimes about nothing important at all. But you kept sending the letters in the hope that one day he’ll respond.

With a sigh, you closed the empty mailbox, made your way into the house, and started putting away everything you bought at the farmer’s market. Maya was running in and out of the house, laughing and squealing just like always. Some of the ducks were following her, running around your legs, just like they used to, when they were following Reiner around.

You could barely settle her down to eat some lunch, without the urge to run away and do millions of other things in between every bite she took. However, the good thing was, that after lunch she usually only lasted another half an hour. After that, she always came to you for a hug and then voluntarily retreated to her room to take a nap, which sometimes lasted up to two hours. You went to check on her ten minutes after she’s gone to bed, finding her fast asleep under a blanket with little cherry blossoms, Reiner’s mom crocheted for her even before she was born.

Your relationship with Karina Braun was at a point, you never thought it would get to. After she realized just how wrong and selfish she acted towards her own son, and started trying to mend their relationship, everything changed. Even more, after she accepted the fact, that Reiner fell in love with a Marleyan girl. The two of you sat down to talk many times and slowly started to build a nice and solid relationship.

It was difficult in the beginning, but all of you tried your best. Mainly Reiner, who after all those years wanted to finally have a healthy relationship with his mother. And you were forever thankful to Karina, for being here after Maya was born and you were still in the hospital or recovering at home. She truly helped Reiner a lot by taking care of the house, her newborn granddaughter, and you as well, after you came home.

After you went to check on Maya and confirmed, she was soundly asleep like usual, you did some work around the house that needed to be done, and then crashed onto the sofa with your new book. It was a really hot summer day, so doing anything required too much energy.

The heat soon make you drowsy and your eyelids so heavy, you had to close them. One second you were reading your novel or wandering somewhere between reality and a dream, the next somebody was gently kissing your forehead and stroking your cheek.

„What time is it?“ you asked, sleepily opening your eyes and seeing your husband. Yes, husband. You became Mrs. Braun just a couple of days after Maya celebrated her second birthday. The wedding was small and simple, just like both of you wished it to be. „How are you already home? Where is Maya?“

Reiner chuckled at all of your questions, laying down on the couch between your legs and resting his head on your chest. „She’s still asleep, I just checked. And I finished early today, so don’t worry. You didn’t miss anything.“

„Great,“ you breathed out, still half asleep, and ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing it down a bit. „How was your day? It was really hot.“

„Pretty good. I had a lot to do, so there was literally no time to think about the heat.“

„And you still managed to finish early?“ you asked, lovingly caressing his nape and sliding your fingers under his shirt. You could feel his body relax against yours, his eyes closing almost immediately.

„I wanted to be with my favorite girls.“ You smiled at the tone of his voice. It was so gentle and full of love, just like always when talking to you or his daughter. „Mom is coming over for dinner.“

„I know, Maya reminded me as well. She can’t wait for your mom’s cherry pie.“

Reiner immediately lifted his head from your chest. „She’s bringing some?“ With a laugh, you nodded your head and tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, to give him a kiss.

Both he and Maya loved everything Karina baked or cooked. Sometimes even more, than what you made for them. But that was more than okay. Even if you tried your best, the kitchen was never your natural habitat. Not that Reiner would be any better. He tried and successfully learned some basics, but that was it. He really wasn’t pushing his luck around the stove or the cutting board.

„And how was your day? Did my princess behave?“

„She did, yeah. You know how much she loves going to the farmer’s market. So she had the time of her life there, we picked up a lot of things I needed and then she just chased the ducks around the garden and the house until she got tired.“

„I would love to have her stamina sometimes, she really has more energy than you and me combined.“

„Definitely,“ you nodded, kissing the tip of Reiner’s nose. His smile warmed your heart more than words could describe. „Oh, and she turned down my offer to braid her hair. You and Pieck do it better.“

„What a nice compliment,“ Reiner smirked, while one of his hands slipped under your summer dress and squeezed your thigh. „You always loved when I braided your hair. Mainly when you were pregnant, remember?“ You nodded, biting down on your lower lip when Reiner slid his hand a bit higher, his eyes hungrily looking at you. „Since Maya is still asleep...“

„She’s going to wake up any minute now,“ you reminded him, stopping his hand before it went any higher.

„Or not,“ Reiner objected and before you knew it, he put away your book and rolled up your dress. His lips pressed to your left inner thigh, making you gasp for air in surprise. „I think we have enough time to...“

„Mommy!“ Both of you were startled when your daughter screamed for you. Her voice sounded a little urgent and scared. Almost as if she was on the verge of tears.

„I’ll go,“ Reiner said and swiftly stood up, giving you a gentle kiss. You watched him walk into your daughter’s room, while you sat up and adjusted your dress. „Y/N,“ your husband called for you.

Without hesitation you stood up and joined them, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Your little girl was clinging to Reiner, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Karina said, that Reiner used to have them as well when he was this age.

„What is it, baby? What happened?“ you asked her, caressing her back, while she was hugging Reiner around the neck. „Did you have a bad dream?“ She nodded, while Reiner kissed the top of her head and hid her in his embrace the best he could. That helped every single time and in every situation. Just like you, Maya knew, that being in Reiner’s arms meant being safe from the whole world and loved beyond words.

„Do you want to tell us what that dream was about?“ he asked her in a gentle voice, kissing the top of her head once again.

„Take your time, it’s okay,“ you assured her and leaned closer, so she would feel your presence even without looking at you. „You know we won’t let anything happen to you, baby. Never.“

It took some time and many kisses from both you and Reiner, but she eventually told you. Still crying a little the whole time, she told you about what she heard from two women at the farmer’s market today. It all happened, while you were talking to one of your friends there and didn’t pay that much attention to your surroundings. Maya was right there beside you holding onto your skirt as she typically used to, so it didn’t even occur to you, that she could have heard something disturbing.

„Were they telling the truth?“ she asked with a quivering lip, looking from Reiner to you and waiting for an answer.

From what Maya told you, it was obvious that those women were talking about Titans and about the Rumbling. About the past, you and Reiner lived through and still vividly remembered. And it was also the past Maya knew nothing about. There was no need to tell her such things – not yet. However, you and Reiner both knew, that there will come a time to sit her down and tell her the most important details of your past.

„Did you see those monsters?“

Reiner looked at you, before nodding slightly. „Yes, we did,“ you said, closing your eyes just for a second.

Remembering those times was never easy. Not for you, an ordinary Marleyan girl, who survived only thanks to the Eldians from the Liberio Internmnent zone. And surely not for Reiner, who actually fought in the Battle of Heaven and Earth, as the people used to refer to the final effort of the Marleyan military, the Warriors, and members of the Survey Corps from Paradis to stop the Rumbling. Sometimes, when you closed your eyes, you were back at Fort Salta in Marley and you could see the Founding Titan and his army of giant steaming Titans getting closer and closer.

Some nights you still had nightmares about Eren Jeager and what he did to the world. And even after all those years, you tried not to hate him for that. Only because you didn’t know enough about him and his life to have the right to do it.

„They were very scary, just like those women said,“ you continued, stroking Maya’s head and leaning against Reiner. He seemed a little uncomfortable, but you couldn’t blame him. The past he was so eagerly trying to forget for almost seven years, was now back and trying to haunt his beloved daughter. „But they are gone for good, honey. Those monsters are never coming back, I can assure you.“

„Really?“

„Yes, really,“ Reiner assured her in a calm voice. „You will never have to face them.“

„And you know why?“ you asked a little more cheerfully, kissing her cheek and wiping away a couple more tears. „Because daddy took care of it. He fought those monsters and made sure they don’t hurt anybody ever again.“ Her little eyes lit up as she looked at Reiner in astonishment. „Daddy, Pieck, Gabi, Falco, and some of their friends fought those monsters and made them disappear forever. A couple of years before you were born and before me and daddy came to live here.“

„What about you?“

„Me?“

Maya nodded. „What were you doing?“ She looked from Reiner to you, waiting for your answer eagerly.

„Well... me, grandma, Pieck’s dad, and many other people were cheering on them from a huge, huge nearby cliff. From there we saw everything.“ You tried to make it all sound like a fairytale with a happy ending. But that was far from the truth. Even though you and Reiner got your happy ending, the Rumbling was something this world will never forget.

„Those women said, that the biggest monster was called Eren.“

Shivers ran down your back when you heard his name from your daughter’s mouth. At first, you didn’t even dare to look at Reiner. „I knew that Eren before all of that, and I can assure you, princess, that he was no monster. Just other people made him do bad things.“

„That’s right, daddy and Eren knew each other when they were young. They were friends.“ You looked at Reiner with love in your eyes, giving him a gentle smile.

„But then we didn’t talk for a couple of years and the last time we saw each other, we had to fight against one another. Sometimes...“

When he took a deep breath but didn’t continue after a while, you took over once again. „Sometimes people change. Or they are forced to do things, they don’t want to do. They just don’t have any other choice if they want to protect their family or friends.“

Both of you knew, that Reiner had his fair share of guilt in everything that happened. But looking back at his story, you could never blame him. Not, when he was brainwashed by his own mother and then the military as well. All that little boy wanted, was to bring his father home. Because of that dream, which was falsely made up by Karina, he got the Armored Titan when he was only ten years old. His whole childhood was lost to military training and a suicide mission to Paradis, which started all of the events, that ultimately led to the Rumbling itself.

„And are you angry at him for doing so many bad things?“ Maya asked Reiner, her cheeks still stained with drying tears. At least she wasn’t crying anymore. „Those women said he was very cruel.“

„He had his reasons,“ Reiner said, his voice trembling a little. None of you ever thought, that you would be having this conversation with her this soon. That’s why you weren’t prepared. Or else... how could anybody explain such an event to a four-year-old? „People who didn’t know him should never judge him. Times were hard back then, the world was a much uglier place than it is now.“

„Why?“

„Because...“

When Reiner didn’t continue, you tried to say something. But no words came out of your mouth. What were you supposed to say? That people like you wanted people like Reiner dead? That your military was punishing them, by turning them into said monsters? That even you for so many years hated people like Reiner and wished nothing but the worst for them?

„Because the past is almost always uglier, baby. Then people learn to do better, so the world can be prettier and safer,“ you said finally, while Maya climbed over to you and hugged you just as tight as Reiner before. „If you ever hear something similar, tell me or daddy about it, okay? So we can sit down and explain it to you. That way you won’t have nightmares.“

Maya nodded, but for the rest of the day, she barely moved from you or Reiner. Even Karina noticed that something wasn’t right with her granddaughter when she came over for dinner. So when Reiner and Maya went to wish the ducks good night, you told her what happened and asked her, not to mention anything in front of Maya.

She was still too young and innocent for all of that. And you wanted to keep it that way for a couple more years.

You were just about to get into bed when Reiner appeared at the door leading to your bedroom. „Is she finally asleep?“

„I had to read her almost half of that big fairytale book. My eyes started to close halfway through the second story, but I had to keep going, she was still watching me with eyes wide open.“

You smiled, sitting down on the bed. „Guess I’ll have to pay more attention next time and just pull her away when I hear something similar. I really didn’t notice what they were talking about.“

„Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it. I think we handled it pretty well.“

„But I don’t want her to know, Reiner. Not yet. She is still so little.“

It was only natural, that you wanted to protect your daughter. She and Reiner were the most precious people in your life, and you wanted nothing but happiness for both of them. They deserved it – life in a world, that was always full of sunshine instead of dark stormy clouds.

Reiner shrugged and came to sit down next to you. „Who knows, maybe it will be better this way. Randomly telling her bits and pieces over the years, so she can put them all together later on her own. And then, if she has questions, we’ll sit down and talk about everything.“ One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. „You can’t lock her into a golden cage so nothing ever happens to her, Y/N. We have to let her grow up and explore the world. Even its ugly parts.“

„I know,“ you breathed out, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. „It just hurts seeing her sad, scared, or in pain.“

Since Reiner only nodded but didn’t say anything, you stayed quiet too. It was more than obvious, that he felt the same unease about this whole situation as you. He just tried not to show it and be strong for you. But talking about that day and about Eren surely hit pretty close to home.

„I’ll go shower and get ready for bed. Will you wait for me or are you too tired?“

You smiled and kissed the warm skin on his neck. „Of course, I’ll wait for you, take all the time you need.“ When you pulled away from his embrace, Reiner bowed his head a little and found your lips in a sweet kiss. „I love you so much.“

„I love you too,“ he whispered into your lips, giving you one more kiss before he stood up and went into the bathroom.

When he finally put the lights out and made himself comfortable, you were half asleep. But still conscious enough, to cuddle up to him, wrap one of your arms around his body and rest your head on his chest. Falling asleep like this is what you missed most during pregnancy when your belly got too big.

„There’s something I wanted to talk about,“ Reiner said after a short while, his fingers playing with your hair. „It looks like Armin and the others are going to Paradis again. In the next couple of months. You know... to talk to Historia, maintain the still fragile bond Paradis has with the outside world.“ You nodded, feeling him tense up. „Pieck asked if I’ll come along as well.“

The last time he went there, Maya was just a few months old and he still worried about you and your health. He was thinking about not going, but you and Karina promised, that everything will be okay during the time he’s gone. And so he went, together with his old friends and comrades. They met with the queen and began the peace talks between Paradis and the outside world.

„Do you want to go?“ you asked, drawing all kinds of lines and shapes onto his chest with your fingers.

„I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave you and Maya here.“

„We’ll be fine, just like last time. Don’t worry about us so much, we can handle many things, Reiner. After all... we are the Braun girls.“

„Yeah, you are,“ he chuckled and kissed the top of your head. „I told Pieck I’ll think about it and let them know. Not that they can’t handle it without me.“

You still remembered how hard it was for him to go back the first time. Because of you and Maya, but because of his own past as well. He feared the worst, and you knew it. Even if he never told you. But when he came back after almost three weeks, you saw how content he was. Maybe even a bit happy, that he overcame his fear and went there. Back to the place, which held so many painful memories.

„You know, maybe it would be good if you...“

Before you could finish what you were saying, the door to your bedroom opened slightly and closed back when a four-year-old girl slipped inside. She quietly made her way to your bed and climbed up, walking over to you and Reiner.

„Princess, if I have to read you another fairytale, I’m going to fall asleep before we get to the end,“ Reiner said and outstretched his free hand toward her. Maya grabbed it with her much smaller hand and flopped down right onto Reiner’s chest.

„What’s the matter?“ you asked her, stroking the hair out of her face and switching on the lamp on your nightstand.

She slightly pushed out her bottom lip, hugging her favorite doll with her other hand. It was her favorite from the moment she got it – almost a year back when Jean and Connie came to visit and brought it for her. She immediately fell in love with both of them and was very sad, after they left.

„Can I sleep with you tonight?“ she finally asked, looking at you and then at her father. And that was it. All she had to do to convince you. Neither one of you could say no to her big puppy dog eyes. „I don’t want to be alone.“

Without a word, you pulled away from Reined and made space for her in between the two of you. Reiner rolled onto his side with a quiet laugh, so he was facing you and looking at Maya at the same time.

„Now, is this better?“ he asked, kissing his daughter’s forehead. She giggled quietly and turned on her side, so she could cuddle up to Reiner.

„Honey, if you’re going to be hugging daddy for the night what am I supposed to do?“ You teased her, leaning closer and kissing the top of her head while smiling at Reiner, whose eyes were full of love and joy.

„Here mommy,“ she said, turned around, and gave you her doll.

You took the toy from her with a chuckle. „Thank you, baby. Now I feel way better.“ She gave you one last cheeky grin, before turning her back to you once more and trying to hug Reiner as if he too was one of her dolls.

The bond she and Reiner had was something incredible and magical. You could watch them talk or play all day every day, and you still wouldn’t have enough. Seeing them both so happy together really made you feel like the luckiest person in the whole world. Even if things weren’t perfect and you still missed your father a whole lot, you had your own wonderful little family. You had the sweetest daughter and the most loving husband you could ever ask for.

And they were all that truly mattered. The people, who made you feel loved and appreciated. The ones, who were always excited to see you and spend time with you.

When you sometime looked at them, you felt sorry for your father. Sorry for the fact, that he didn’t want to have such amazing people in his life. And sorry for the fact, that he once loved you just like Reiner loves Maya, but he stopped in the moment you decided to live your own life and be happy.

If he gave Reiner at least one chance. Only one...

„Hey,“ Reiner said in a hushed voice, and before you knew it, he caught the first tear that was ready to roll down your cheek.

„I’m fine,“ you assured him and grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. When you turned off the lights once more, the darkness suddenly became even more comforting, now that Maya was right there next to you.

In the end, all that pain and suffering was worth it. A hundred percent. Your husband and daughter... your current life was worth everything bad, you had to face since the day you were born in the old world.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Our Farmer OCs as a vines because my brain go brrrrr again (sorry if I missed someone)

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Bella (@ivquatro): "I wanna be a cowboy, baby!"

Ziana (@nimillaarts): "Are you a lost possum? Do you want a car?"

Marley (@mmarggsstuff): "Two bros, chillin' in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they're not gay!" (When Isaac and Lance in the hot tub 😂)

Eris (@lavendel081): "Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle?"

Zeke (@theambivalentagender): "Get to Del Taco. They got a new thing called freesha… free… freeshavaca-do."

Bo (@boinurmom13): "I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, biiiiiitch."

Miranda (@amishasp): "I didn’t get no sleep cause of y’all, y’all not gone get no sleep cause of me!"

Wren (@girls4zelda): "You spilled - whaghwhha - lipstick in my Valentino White bag?!"

Elisa (@elisa6102): "Welcome to Pizza Hut. Let me guess - pizza?" *dies*

Lucy (@doggoneaway): "So I'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my tiddies."

May (@poxy-domain): "Let's do the fork in the garbage disposal! DING DING DING DING DING DING!"

Hestia (@g0atmama): "People say I can't do what I love without college. I don't need no degree to be a clothing hanger!"

Thad (@reallyghostlypost): "This bitch empty! YEET!"

Rain (@silly-farmer): "AHH! Staaaahp! I coulda dropped mah croissant!"

Myra (@seharuuchan): "Look at all those chickens!"

Skylar (@justashamwithwastedpotential): "I'M A GIRAFFE!"

Shiro (@shirokumav3): "Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does."

Fawn (@ieatsmallorphansnamedtom): "It’s a avocadooo…thanks!"

Josephine (@jazhand): "I'm in my mom's car. Broom broom."

Willow (@vilochkaaa): "Hi, welcome to Chili’s."

Julian (my OC): "Oh hi, thanks for checking in I’m still a piece of garbage."

[jujubean90]

Word Count: 10260 (sorry)

Genre/ Tropes/ Aesthetic: AoT Hybrid AU! Bullman! Reiner. One shot. Reader insert. Female reader. M x F relationship. Fluff, cute shit mixed in. Friends to Lovers. Forbidden romance.

General Warnings: The following story is NSFW. MINORS DNI. Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember, I’m hella dyslexic.

Trigger Warnings/ Kinks: BREEDING, cumflation, oral, monster fucking, pregnancy, belly bulge, fingering, imprinting, possessiveness, alpha male behavior (not ABO), body worship if you squint, size kink, knotting

Featured Characters:

AOT: Reiner Braun, Colt Grice, Theo Magath

Synopsis: You buy your dream property across from Farmer Magath and his prized bullman. You didn't expect the hybrid to be so kind. Your friendship grows and so does your desire to fuck him.

You bought your dream property next to this cattle farm out in the middle of nowhere in a town called Marley. Being close to the farm didn’t bother you. You had plenty of acreage and cows didn’t disturb you either. This country cottage was too good to pass up. It had everything you needed for a proper homestead of your own.

After moving in, you learned there was more living at this farm than cows. Farmer Magath raised top quality cattle and the reason people paid him so much was because of the stud hybrid he used to breed his herd. He’s a big, strong ornery thing and you’ve been told to keep your distance and avoid contact if you see him. Your property lines share a fence so it’s possible you’d encounter the bullman. You appreciated the heads-up.

He’s gotten violent and lost his temper a few times, according to your new neighbor’s farmhand, Colt Grice. You’re told he’s extremely protective of the cows and when they go to sell some, they must tranquilize him. He’s not too fond of people, but he wouldn’t dare hurt Farmer Magath. He didn’t seem to give a shit about Colt.

When you see the bullman cross the field one day, you’re in awe. He’s beautiful and proud, with blonde hair and striking golden eyes. His body is flawless, with rippling muscles that would make the gods envious. It was a damn shame he was a hybrid because, whew!

That same day, some of your chickens got loose, and you chased them all over. Of course, one ran into the bullman’s fenced side of the ranch. You didn’t see him or the herd, so you hopped over to track down the missing chicken. The goal was to get in and out unnoticed.

You spotted your missing chicken, pecking beneath some trees a few yards away. You tried to sneak up and grab him, but before you could, the bullman emerged from the bushes and snatched it up by his feet.

You gasped because you thought that was the end of poor Eren. He was your favorite chicken, but damn, he’d do anything for some freedom. Seemed now like he scratched and pecked his last meal.

The bullman looked at you for a moment before sauntering over with a swagger in his steps. He towered above you and had to be a little over 7 foot tall. Despite what your neighbor said, he didn’t look mean. He gave you a charming smile and handed the ornery chicken over. He didn’t hurt a feather on the pissed off fowl. Eren pecked ruthlessly at his hand, but it didn’t faze the hybrid.

“Thank you,” you mutter as you wrestle the bristled chicken and made him sit snuggly in your arms. He clicked his beak at the bullman as if to say, ‘fuck you’ in chicken. You’d talk to him later about his fowl language. “I’m sorry to invade your space like this. Eren’s a runner. Erm, gosh, I’m also sorry about your hand.”

The hybrid bleated softly, then reached over to gently pat the top of your head as if to say it wasn’t a problem. Eren ruffled his feathers and tried to peck at him again, but the bullman just taped his beak with one finger before he could get catch some skin.

“Will you walk me back?”

He nodded his head and happily escorted you across the field. He helped you over the fence and you realized, if he wanted, he could leave the farm. You thanked the bullman and took Eren to his pen with the other chickens.

You had a stunted rooster who ended up being the most alpha one of the group. You called him Captain Levi because, well, he justly deserved to be called Captain with how he ran the coop. After putting Eren inside, Captain Levi fluttered down from his perch and flogged him until Eren ran to the safety of one of the houses. You saluted the gray and black bird and went on about your day.

When you came back, you didn’t expect to see the bullman waiting for you at the fence, but he remained and looked at you expectantly. Another soft bleat left his mouth, and he swished his tail as if the sight of you excited him.

You couldn’t deny him. He was so cute! Maybe he was lonely. Hell, you certainly were. So, you went up to him and started chatting about anything and everything just to give him company. He was a superb listener, and he made expressions to convey his thoughts about the things you said. He’d occasionally rumble out a laugh when you made a silly joke. Most of the time, he smiled and listened with absolute interest.

That’s how it started between the two of you. Conversation with the bullman became part of your daily routine. In the evenings, you’d meet him at the fence with a basket of fruit to share as you talked about your day. He brought you stuff like little gifts and tokens of appreciation. He found the most beautiful rocks, and he was proud of them all. You kept them in the small flower garden along the side of your house where he could see them from the fence.

Sometimes he brought you flowers or wreathes he made. You had a wreath on your front door, back door, both barn doors, and your shed. He brought you a new bouquet each week, and it sat in a vase on your kitchen table. He created a flower crown and put it on your head while you had lunch together one day. That was one of your favorite moments.

The fence always separated you, and Reiner didn’t seem to mind. He sat down when you had picnics together on the other side without a problem. He followed you along the fence line on your walks together. You bet he’d happily jump that damn thing and help with your chores if you asked.

You started making things for him too. He loved your fruit pies and cookies the most. Sometimes you crafted items, but most of the time, you cooked snacks for him. You did not know what he did with the things you made. He treasured them all, though. You could tell by his expressions how much he appreciated your crafts when you gave him something.

Colt came back with your tools and found you waiting for him at the chicken coop. You both got to work on fixing it while Reiner watched. He kept a stern, threatening gaze on Colt. The young man felt uneasy, like someone suddenly plastered a target on his back.

You noticed his hooves weren’t properly cared for one day. He was the farmer’s pride and joy, but he didn’t receive the attention he deserved. He developed a limp, so you told him to back up to the fence and lift his hoof so you could scrape and cut it down. He was obedient to you and remained in place until you finished the job. You polished his hooves after. He walked with his head high for the rest of the day.

Now, the farmhand Colt Grice took interest in you. He was a bashful lad, and you often conversed with him at the front of your house when he walked to and from the farm. It started off with gentle hellos and queries about your day. You said nothing about you and the bullman. Something in your gut told you to keep that to yourself.

Gradually, Colt grew comfortable and lingered in the evenings while you worked on the front of the cottage. He offered to help you, but you always denied him. You said he worked enough for Farmer Magath and he needed his rest.

You weren’t out front one day during his walk home. Colt thought that was odd because you were always outside at this hour. He checked around back to make sure you were alright. If he didn’t see you, he’d go on his way and ask about it all in the morning.

He found you moving chickens into a temporary enclosure. A tree limb fell on their coop in the middle of the night. You spent all morning rounding the gang up and gathering supplies for repairs. Now you had to remove the limbs and fix everything.

“Need some help?” Colt asked. You practically jumped out of your skin.

“Oh, goodness! Colt”

He immediately apologized, and you laughed it off after you recovered. He giggled too after making sure you were alright. Honestly, there was a good chemistry between you two and Colt was super handsome. He would make a great boyfriend if you took things further.

You told him you could handle everything, but this time he remained firm in his decision to help. You relented, but you’d only let him help after he got a little hydrated and had something to eat. Cooking food for others was part of your love language. You cared about him enough to make sure he was properly nourished.

You made Colt two bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches with mayo on toasted bread. He inhaled them and half the pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade you made this morning. You laughed and talked together while your food settled. He scooted closer to you and started flirting. Of course, you twirled your hair and reciprocated.

His cheeks were beet red while a dusting of pink spread across yours. You smiled shyly up at him through your eyelashes. He was seconds from asking you out. He just needed to get the courage to form the sentence.

That’s when you found out the bullman was a jealous being. As he crossed the field, he heard you laugh. He loved that sound more than anything, so he came to investigate and see what had you so tickled. He saw a familiar man sitting with you. It was Colt! He bellowed his disapproval, which got your attention, and stopped Colt from asking his question.

“Oh, what pissed him off?” Colt inquired aloud.

You scooted away from Colt and noted the time. “Colt, could you go around front and grab my tools? I had the box out near the corner of the house. I had to fix the drain this morning.”

Colt was eager to please, despite feeling disappointed that he was interrupted. He tipped his hat and walked off to find them while you pretended to survey the coop. Once he was out of sight, you addressed the angry bullman. He barred his teeth and snorted at Colt’s direction, but you reached over and took his hand. He immediately snapped out of his rage and whimpered at you.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s just Colt from your farm. He’s a good guy. We’ll have to meet later in the evening. He’s going to help with repairs.”

You tried your best to reassure him that everything was alright, and that Colt wouldn’t hurt you. He calmed down a little and pulled at your arm as if begging you to stay. You told Reiner he needed to compose himself and scolded him lightly.

The latter was completely true because the next day, Reiner gave him hell. Colt ended up injuring his leg and had to take paid leave to recover. That’ll teach Colt and anyone else to think twice before encroaching on what belonged to Reiner.

Not long after Colt’s accident, you met Farmer Magath at the market. He asked how your homestead was going. You told him all was fine and running smoothly, which was great because it was your first time living alone.

Farmer Magath then inquired about the bullman and asked if he troubled you any. You felt in your gut it was best not to tell him about your friendship with the bullman, so you lied and said you’ve seen him a few times, but he left you alone. You inquired about his other animals and if he had names for them. Only the bullman had a name.

The whole thing didn’t last long. He did what he had to do, but you were suddenly imagining so much more. You wanted to see him mate up close so you could- God! You were a pervert! A dirty, disgusting pervert!

“We brought him here registered under the name Reiner,” the farmer told you. “I didn’t see no point in changing it, so we just kept callin’em Reiner.”

Magath warned that mating season would soon start. Things might get loud on the farm. Cows were vocal when it was time to mate and the bullman became a nightmare once his rut hit. You just laughed and said it wouldn’t bother you and you offered him some vegetables from your garden. He declined and said, "It’s best to save, can, or sell, ma’am. Don’t waste none on me."

When you got home, you noticed Reiner was on the other side of the fence with some cattle. He paced behind one and seemed tense. He turned, and you got a full side view of his cock for the first time. The bottom half of his body was the bull part, and he was huge. He wrapped a fist around it and pumped it a few times. Then you watched from your window as he mounted the cow he paced behind previously and held it in place while he - why - why the fuck were you suddenly aroused by seeing this!?

He mated with the standing cow, finished, and pulled out. He huffed and sauntered off elsewhere after his deed was done, but he left you stunned with your mouth wide open.

Your self-belittlement did nothing to quell the sensation rising in your gut. You clenched your thighs together and thought about him fucking into you with that enormous cock. Muscles rippling, grip firm, him bending you over the fence as he gave you his seed. He’d tower above you and throw you around like a disposable cock sleeve. You needed to feel it. You wanted to be the one standing in place while he bred you.

Oh gods! Your mind and body screamed for a release, so you stumbled to your bedroom and fingered yourself until you came. One hand grasped your headboard while the other pushed you through a powerful orgasm. You thought of him and how he could easily lift you up. You thought of how he could fuck you on his dick. He didn’t need to mate with the cows. He could use you instead.

After finishing and coming down from your thirst, you felt so embarrassed. Even in your own home, which should be your safe haven, shame flooded over you. You got a drink of water from your kitchen and looked outside to see Reiner waiting for you at the fence. Your eyes went to his lower body, and you remained fixated on his cock sheath and large velvety balls. They looked bigger than normal. Was this part of his rut?

You saw the outline of his flaccid dick in the safety of its pouch. The imagery of his full erection took its place at the forefront of your thoughts. It was more human-like than you expected and oh-so thick and large. One thing was clear: it had to feel fucking good.

You shook your head and dismissed those terrible thoughts. It was wrong to have relations with hybrids and downright illegal in some places. They were potent beings and humans could easily get knocked up. In Marley there wasn’t a written law or punishment in place for mixed relationships, but people sure as shit made you into a social pariah and forced you into designated zones. You had to suppress this unnatural urge if you wanted to keep your homestead.

To clear your mind, you focused on making an evening meal. You gathered up cucumber sandwiches with cream cheese spread you made and placed them into the picnic basket along with fruit, fresh baked lemon cookies, and a container of lemonade. Reiner called out to you, as he often did when he got impatient. You took your knitting project and blanket to sit on, then went out the door just as he started pacing at the fence.

Reiner’s ears perked up, and he chuffed before becoming still and bleated to greet you. His tail flicked happily, and he bellowed once. He really missed you this morning, apparently.

“I just went to the store is all,” you reassured. “I ran into Farmer Magath, and he told me your name. It’s Reiner, right?”

He nodded, and those golden eyes became so bright. You swore he was about to jump the fence and hug you, but he stayed put.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Reiner repeated roughly. “I learn.”

You almost dropped everything. He spoke. You did not know he could speak!

“Reiner…you…you can talk?”

He lowered his ears and stepped back as if he did something bad. You immediately reassure him everything was okay.

“Reiner, I’m not mad! I’m glad you can speak. What all can you say?”

“Know some words. Trouble if heard. Trust you, so I talk. Want to talk to Y/N. Want Y/N to hear me.”

That’s right. Hybrids weren’t allowed an education. They weren’t allowed to learn how to speak and read. People didn’t talk to them like they were intelligent. They were treated like beasts despite them having many facets of human behavior.

“I won’t say anything,” you promise. “You can talk to me freely. I’m so happy to know we can speak to each other.”

Reiner smiled and looked at one of his favorite trees. “Come sit.” He couldn’t form the other words, so he pointed at himself. “Show you.”

“I don’t know If I should cross the fence,” you say.

“I come,” he replied as he approached the fence. “Want closer. Need closer. Tired of fence.”

He got agitated, but not at you. Words really were hard for him and who knows how long it had been since he last spoke to someone. He sighed, then looked to the sky. “Sun hot.”

“Let’s get you in the shade. I’ll come to your side. You can show me your tree.”

He was so happy he bleated again. He took the items you had in your hands and placed them down before helping you over to his side. You climbed a few panels, but he lifted you the rest of the way because he was so excited.

"Finally,” he said with a smile. “Not since, silly chicken. Now come. Hot. Bad for Y/N. Bad for Reiner.”

He led you to his favorite tree. It was a huge, brilliant willow right next to the bank of a wide river. The branches were so thick that no one could see inside the natural curtain. It was ideal for getting out of the scorching sun and keeping a low profile with Reiner.

When you entered, it felt fifteen degrees cooler from the branches. Songbirds and croaking frogs created a peaceful melody inside this magical hideaway. Moss bloomed like a natural carpet across the ground. Dragon flies danced with the cattails and reeds near the shore. Occasionally, a fish jumped and slapped the water after catching a bug flying too close to the surface.

Reiner made this place for himself. Only his hoof prints indented the ground. You realized this is where he came to make you things. He hung the wreathes you made on the lowest large branch he could reach with twine. He nestled the poppet you made of him in a knot near the center of the trunk. Shells, feathers, antlers, and stick ornaments adorned this place, making natural chimes. It was absolutely beautiful.

He got on his knees next to you as you looked around. You had to be the first he brought here and suddenly you realized how significant it was to be in his safe spot.

“Like?” He asked as he watched your expressions with heightened interest.

“It’s gorgeous,” you told him with a kind smile. “Let’s have lunch. I’m starving, aren’t you?”

He nodded and rose to help you spread the blanket before settling down again. You unpacked everything, and Reiner licked his lips with anticipation. Your eyes lingered on his mouth after his tongue passed over them. You never realized how plump and pretty his lips were. Despite being outside and exposed to the elements, he kept them moisturized. Damn, they looked so soft and kissable.

You wondered what they felt like molded against yours. What did his tongue feel like in your mouth? Could he learn to kiss you properly or would he simply mount and breed you like the cows if aroused? How would it feel pleasuring and prepping your cunt for his big, meaty-

You shook your head and resumed laying out your lunch before your thoughts went any further. Reiner watched you with growing curiosity. He was unsure why you looked lost in some sort of daze suddenly.

He went to ask, but something distracted him.

A wonderful scent snaked its way into his nose, and he inhaled slowly while closing his eyes. It wasn’t the food or the drink; it was- oh- his nostrils flared, and his eyes snapped open. Reiner’s pupils dilated, and he inhaled again to make sure he was right. Yes, yes! The scent was you! It was intoxicating, better than anything his senses experienced before, and it was so strong! Your body was ready to mate and conceive.

“Here’s your plate,” you offered, and it jarred him out of his building lust. Sweat dampened his brow and his fine blonde hair stuck to his forehead. He realized he clenched his jaw too tightly and needed to relax before he scared you.

Reiner took your food with a shaking hand. He muttered something that you assumed was a thanks. To your surprise, he stood up and put some distance between the two of you. He ate with his back turned and you watched his tail flick periodically. This was certainly unlike him.

Tension developed between the two of you, and you were clueless why. Your mind filled with worst-case scenario doubts. Perhaps he didn’t like cucumber sandwiches, or he regretted bringing you here.

You finished eating and realized Reiner remained in place with his gaze off elsewhere. You did not know he was battling with himself mentally and that his cock head rose from its blonde sheath. He readjusted his stance. Your smell drove him crazy, and it was forcing him into his rut early.

“Reiner, are you-“

“Reiner…I’m sorry if I-“

“Leave!” He growled. He dropped the plate. It smashed into three pieces when it hit the ground.

You gasped, and he flattened his ears when he heard it. His breath quickened and his heartbeat spread further across his lap. His pink tip flared and turned a deep red while the rest of his cock emerged. He needed to-

“Leave, Y/N!”

As fast as possible, you jumped up and put everything in the basket. You would not stick around if he was giving you the opportunity to go before he went on a rampage. You pulled your skirt past your ankles so you could move faster. In your rush to put distance between you and Reiner; however, your foot lodged into one of the raised roots. With a yelp, you fell and twisted your ankle.

“No! The basket!” you yelled as it launched from your hands.

It tumbled away. You heard glass jars clash together and break. The fall scraped your legs up good. Pieces of bark lodged into your knee and ankle. You dreaded picking them out. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you looked to see if Reiner could help you, but he was gone. It was just you and with your swollen foot stuck in these mangled roots.

You tried to pry the roots apart, but they wouldn’t budge. Your ankle was too big now to ease it through. You clenched your fist and struck the earth as you started sobbing. You could call for help, but then you’d have to explain why you were on this side of the fence and expose Reiner’s hiding place.

Time dragged on forever. The sky was growing dark and suddenly you heard something like hooves pounding into the ground. Reiner burst through the willow branches and hurried to your side. He was flushed and had a variety of visible emotions. Shame, concern, and strained control were the most notable.

“M’sorry! M’sorry!” he cried, but it made no sense to you. He was clearly upset, and he treated you like a fragile flower after he pulled the roots apart by hand and lifted your foot out. He picked you up and brought you to a more comfortable place to sit. Something was still clearly wrong, though. You saw the way his eyes dilated, and you realized he was trembling while taking off your slipper to examine your foot.

“Reiner, what’s wrong?”

He averted his gaze and snorted. Occasionally, he would shake his head as if there were something boring into his brain that he needed to get out. Reiner examined your foot to the best of his ability, then gently lowered it to the ground.

“M’sorry,” he said again. “Need to go. Rest, Y/N. I leave. I stand guard. Cannot be here.”

You boldly reached for his arm to stop him from leaving, and he snapped his eyes to yours.

“Please stay,” you begged. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Reiner, I’m-“

“No, not you. Me. Me! Not you!”

He spoke frantically. His words were all jumbled together. Reiner paused after seeing your face contort into confusion. He reached over with his big hand and cupped your cheek.

“Protect you. Losing self. Rut. Need to go. No hurt you. Control hard. Love…you.”

Your face bloomed with color after he spoke steadily and purposefully to make sure you understood his words. He stroked your cheek, then backed away before turning and leaving you alone beneath the curtain of the great willow. You saw his shadow in the fading light as he stood guard like he said he would.

“His rut,” you muttered. “He fought his instincts just now to make sure I wasn’t severely injured. That’s why he told me to leave earlier. Something worked him up. Wait, did he smell my arousal?”

You fell silent because you knew the answer. You sent him into a frenzy because you couldn’t keep your thoughts from wandering. This was all your fault.

Eventually, you stood on your own and left the willow. Reiner watched from afar as you went home. You had trouble getting over the fence, but you managed. He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were in your home.

The next day, you found your basket, remaining jars, and blanket piled neatly on your doorstep, along with a single flower. You glanced at the fence line, but he wasn’t there. After putting everything up and feeding the chickens, you rested in your living room chair with your foot elevated. You fell asleep and dreamt of Reiner.

He came into your house like it was something he did regularly. You did not know how it accommodated him, but it was clear he lived with you. He wore something like overalls and a plaid shirt. His hooved feet clicked across the floor as he went towards the bathroom. You heard running water as he washed his hands and face, cleansing himself of the day’s grime.

“Plowed the entire field in record time this morning,” he bragged as he came into the kitchen doorway while patting himself dry. He spoke perfect common tongue now, which further surprised you.

You were lost in the feeling of ecstasy as he fingered you in the kitchen. He placed one hand comfortably over your mouth to keep you quiet. Reiner was careful to make sure you could properly breath as he worked you toward your first orgasm. His cock grew between your ass cheeks as you whimpered in the palm of his hand and shook because your body had no control at this point.

You worked on dishes when he came and wrapped his powerful arms around you. He pulled you into his big, warm body. He smelled of the earth and hard work, but you liked it the same way you loved the smell of your grandfather’s old shed and dusty toolboxes. It was comforting, and he was so damn soft.

Reiner’s lips graced the column of your neck. His huge hands grabbed at whatever they could find and suddenly you were melting into his chest while gasping his name. He untied your apron and the crossties on your skirt. He pulled your blouse free, and those warm hands began exploring your lower body.

“Someone’s wet,” he teased as his meaty fingers brushed over your slit. “I could smell you when I opened the door. Mmm, I need to mate with you. Put another baby inside your pretty belly.”

“Another?” you wondered internally. “How many did we have together? How was this possible?”

Your thoughts vanished when he dipped those fingers into your warm, wet depths. He explored and searched your canal for your sweet spot. Reiner knew your body. He was teasing you, making you tense with anticipation while he acted mischievously clueless as to where he was going.

“I know it’s somewhere,” he cooed as he glided his pads over the many ridges of your inner tunnel. You clenched and squeezed his digits, pulling them further toward their destination. He let out a breathy chuckle when you squirmed.

One brush over your g spot was all it took for you to toss your head back and cry out. He pressed hard and rubbed it agonizingly slow while shushing you. “You’ll wake the babies, sweetheart. I can’t breed you if they stir. Be good for me. I need to prepare you. Too big for your tiny pussy.”

“Pretty, pretty little mate. Gonna fuck my seed into you. You love taking my cum. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You nodded in his hand as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly, his voice changed, and your eyes darted around.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

Why did you hear Colt suddenly?

“Y/N? Hello?”

You opened your eyes and gasped. Colt had his hand on your shoulder and was near your face. He immediately let go and stepped back when you woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake. Gosh, I was getting worried.”

“Colt, how did you get in here?”

“The door was open, so I came in to check on you. I thought something bad might have happened. Maybe you forgot to shut it all the way. I’m just glad you’re alright. It’s been a morning. Farmer Magath is dead, and the bullman is missing.”

“What?” You asked with wide eyes. “Did he…did he kill Mr. Magath?”

Colt solemnly nodded. “I came by to let you know and advise you to stay inside. I checked your barn and there was no sign of him. We’re getting a team together to track him down before he hurts anyone else.”

“But aren’t you still injured?”

Colt smiled and patted his leg. “I’ll be fine. I’m…honored you are concerned, Y/N. Your basket of treats made me want to heal up as quickly as I can. I miss our daily talks.”

You smiled at Colt, and he blushed. When he averted his gaze, it fell on your wrapped ankle. He gasped and immediately became concerned. “Y/N, what happened? Did you fall?”

“Yeah, got caught up and twisted when I was rushing around, trying to get Eren. You know how he likes to play escape.”

“He’s a troublesome chicken,” Colt sighed. “But I know you have a soft spot for him. Just be careful, okay? I’m going to head out now. Y/N, I will see you soon. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Colt left, and you sat for a moment trying to think. Reiner was missing. People were looking for him. What would happen if they found him? You paled at the possibilities running through your mind.

“I must find him before they do. I need to know why he did it.”

You hobbled outside to your barn to grab your walking stick and your ankle high shoes for extra support. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a familiar, soft bleat in the back of your barn near the hay storage.

“Reiner?”

You placed your stick down and closed the barn doors. You didn’t know why he was hiding in your barn, but you knew he wouldn’t have made that noise if he didn’t want you to find him. You thought about what Colt told you. Your door was wide open. You bet anything Reiner was trying to get inside to you, but he realized he couldn’t fit in your house. He erased his steps as he made for your barn. No wonder Colt couldn’t find him.

You peered into the back of the barn where you stored all the hay. Suddenly, the mountain of straw moved, and Reiner nudged his head through so he could peer out at you. He was wide eyed and scared.

“Y/N…”

“You’re safe. Oh gods, Reiner, what did you do?”

Reiner shook his head and crawled out from his hiding place. He frantically began explaining the situation to the best of his ability. “Not me. Other new bull in second field. Magath knocked down. Bull gored him. Too late to help. Worker saw after and think Reiner did. Scared. Reiner ran and find Y/N. House too small. Came here to hide.”

“It’s just a misunderstanding, Rei. It’s going to be okay.”

Reiner whimpered and hurried to you. He practically bent in half just to wrap his arms around you. He held you close as he sobbed. “Don’t want taken from Y/N. Help. Help keep safe. Never harm farmer. Not Reiner.”

It hurt your heart to see him like this. You knew he was telling the truth, but you also knew he could completely harm others.

“I believe you but, I want you to be honest about something. Colt told me you contributed to his injury. He thinks it was an accident, but I know you weren’t happy when he sat with me. Why did you hurt Colt?”

“Colt rival. Wants to mate with Y/N. No kill, just prove point. Reiner is better male to mate with. Never kill. Reiner not bad bull. Farmer asks Reiner to breed cows. Reiner does. Farmer asks to plow field, Reiner does. Good bull. Strong bull. New bull in other field bad, angry bull.”

“You injured Colt because you thought he wanted to…mate with me?”

Reiner pulled away from you and nodded. “Reiner saw and smell. Made angry. Y/N need choose Reiner. Best, strongest male. Give good offspring. Take care of Y/N. Colt weak.”

You wanted to laugh out loud, but he was being serious. You knew Colt liked you, and honestly, some part of you liked him back. The shitty thing about this situation was how you felt about Reiner. You shouldn’t feel this sense of longing and desire toward him, but you did. Oh god, you did. He was a hybrid and now things just got more complicated with people thinking he killed Farmer Magath. Despite all that, you’d do anything for him. Colt was great, but Reiner had a hold on you. You refused to shake it out of your mind. If Reiner wanted to make you his mate, you’d let him.

“I’ll protect you, sweet bull. No one is taking you anywhere.”

You reached up and cupped his rugged face. He let out a deep sigh and nudged your hand open more. You threw caution to the wind and guided his mouth to yours. He huffed, fanning his breath across your face before you swallowed it in a deep kiss. Those soft, plump lips you daydreamed about were finally yours and they felt better than you imagined.

Reiner bleated in surprise, and you swallowed that too. He didn’t quite understand what was happening until he realized he liked whatever this sensation was. He fluttered his eyes closed because that felt like the right thing to do.

Your kiss made heat rise from his legs to the base of his spine, causing all his hair to bristle. He flicked his tail and stumbled with you still connected to his mouth. His back hit the mountain of hay and his big hands settled comfortably on your hips. Your tongue prodded and swiped at his lips. Reiner seemed to understand because he allowed you entry. He tasted like a combination of mint, fennel seeds, and cloves. Your mind shifted between thoughts of warm, soothing tea and licorice or cinnamon candy. The moment he started mimicking your play with his own tongue, however, your thoughts vanished.

Reiner pulled a low moan from your throat as he shyly swirled his tongue around yours. His timid passes made you want to giggle as he crept in to explore your mouth. You felt his fingers dig into your skin, pressing hard enough to raise bruises on your tender flesh.

His eyes snapped open when he finally caught the smell of your arousal. He rumbled out something as you made out. A warning, but you didn’t care. Let him fuck you. Let him take what he wanted. Let him breed you if he damn well pleased!

You kissed him harder and let your body fall into his while your hands snaked through his golden hair. You were careful to avoid his horns as you threaded your fingers deeply toward his scalp. He squirmed beneath you as you dragged your nails over his skin, and you imagined he was hard by now. You wanted to see it for yourself, so you gently retreated from his mouth, leaving a nice string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment.

Reiner stared at you with flared nostrils and dark, dilated eyes. You rolled off him and looked down to see his cock rising from his sheath. It was so red and angry with a strange fleshy ring a quarter way down the length. You fucking wanted it badly. You wanted him. You needed him to fuck you stupid in this goddamn hay pile.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you with hungry eyes. He wanted to pounce on you and yet he refrained. You wondered why. Perhaps he awaited your permission.

You determined that was certainly the case. He trembled and fought his rut back for your sake. He truly was a good-mannered bull. At least towards you.

Reiner bared his teeth and looked away while mumbling to himself that he needed to calm down. He went to get up, but you stopped him before he could raise his back off the hay pile. “Let go, Reiner. Let go and take me for yourself.”

Those were the last coherent words to come from your mouth. He gazed into your eyes for a moment to make sure you were completely sure. Reiner understood having relations with you was a risky matter. He was careful to conceal his intelligence until he met you.

You, with your sparkling smile and honeyed words. You, who looked angelic in any lighting. He found joy in the things you made and the good food you gave him. You…who looked at him the same way he did you.

He let the rut take over.

Feral was an understatement when describing Reiner’s next actions. He launched himself from his position and shredded your clothes. You gasped in surprise at the sudden chill, but he didn’t stop to check on you now. He fixated those dilated eyes on one thing and one thing only, despite looking at nothing at all.

Mate. Mate! Mate! You swore you could hear his instincts chanting away as he flipped you over and pulled your ass and leaking cunt into the air. You were mentally ready for him to do whatever he pleased with your body.

He stalled, and you imagined he was a bit confused. Your anatomy was different compared to what he was used to copulating with. You looked back over your shoulder to check and found him in a daze. He pumped his length vigorously while inhaling the scent of your sex like a drug. His eyes closed slowly, and you realized he was imprinting your scent into his very being.

It was something unique to hybrids and considered a bonding ritual like no other. You’d be inseparable from now on and his breeding days for profit were undoubtedly done. A paired hybrid does not stray from its chosen mate.

You quivered when you felt his breath fan across your opening. Those big, powerful hands grasped your hips, and you moaned like an overstimulated whore when his tongue lapped at your silky folds. He slurped and swirled his tongue, which was way bigger than yours. He could’ve easily dominated you while you kissed, but kissing was something foreign to him. Licking your cunt was part of his mating and imprinting process. There was nothing timid about the way his tongue moved now.

He buried his nose in your ass while he tongue fucked your clenching cunt. It was such a fucking strange feeling. You wanted to crawl away from him. You refrained because he had such a firm hold on your body and you didn’t want him to stop licking you, either. If he were a normal man, you’d call him a pervert and fight to get away. It wasn’t a kink you cared to indulge in but, this was a unique situation.

Reiner fucked as beasts did. Inhaling and tasting scents, savoring all of it while preparing you to receive him as nature intended. He made sure his seed wouldn’t go to waste by confirming your fertile status. Something about his primal ritual made you so fucking turned on.

A shaky sigh followed an earthly groan as it rumbled from your nethers to your core. You tried to brace yourself as he worked you, unknowingly to him, to your first orgasm. He moved from lapping at your cunt to tasting your ass. He whimpered while swirling his tongue inside your puckered hole like the desperate bull he was. Honestly, you prayed he wouldn’t try to fuck you anally. You had a feeling that wasn’t his goal. This was just part of him knowing you, all of you.

He went back to lapping lewdly at your cunt. His tongue brushed over your clit, and you whined out his name. He growled as if satisfied by the sweet sound of your cry and teased it again to see if you’d react the same way. Another call of his name tumbles from your quivering lips and he barrages your clit with powerful flicks and tongue-tip presses.

Tears stream down your face from the overwhelming stimulation and you cum hard. Your juices surge out, surprising him in such a way that he’s left scrambling to catch and drink it all clumsily. He rumbles out a deep groan as your natural flavor washes over his greedy tongue. His eyes roll back into his head, but you don't see it. You don’t see his angry cock oozing strings of thick, pearly pre. You don’t see it bobbing with his lust drenched heartbeat.

Reiner is left gasping and conflicted. He’s desperate to taste more of your cum, but the need to fuck you dominated his mind. His balls were so fat and swollen from being denied yesterday. You couldn’t fit the pair of them in your hands even if you tried. It hurt, and he needed a release.

His tip pressed against your cervix, and you yelped. Reiner grunted and repositioned to angle his head upward to carve out a proper space for his fat cock once he started thrusting. His medial ring slipped into your stretched hole next. Eventually, your belly gave way to him as he sheathed himself inside you entirely. He stuffed you full of pulsing hybrid cock and it was so fucking painful. You begged for pleasure to take you into a euphoric stupor so you could erase this agonizing feeling from your body.

Reiner’s instincts decided for him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you thought about the day you saw him breed that cow. It stood still as he mounted it and you did the same as he lined himself up to your tenderized hole. You thought of him ravaging you, and you taking all of him so easily, but it was about to hurt like hell.

It didn’t matter how much he licked your little cunt. It didn’t matter that your tunnel was sopping wet from cumming. It certainly didn’t make a fuck’s worth of difference that globs of slick, milky pre coated his dick. He was bigger than any human being, but oh fuck! You’d stretch for him. Through the tears, you would force yourself down his length. You swore to the heavens your ass would press up against his furry abdomen and that those fat fucking swinging balls would slap your clit while he fucked his offspring into you. You’d be his baby producing cum dumpster alright. Whatever Reiner wanted; he’d have it.

Your pep-talk became ash when his thick head pressed against your lips. He nudged himself further, parting your folds beautifully like pink, cascading curtains. He slipped his scorching tip inside, penetrating your ring of muscles for the first time. His heat soothed you as he retreated and reentered multiple times. He made you feel like a virgin, all tight and untouched by sin. In your mind, he was teasing you, but Reiner was attempting to gradually stretch your hole to accommodate him better.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you bared your grit teeth as he finally passed his cockhead through completely. Your entry clenched just beneath his flared edge, holding him in place. He groaned, tossing his head back from the snug feeling of your fleshy vice.

Your cunt pulled at his head, wanting it to come further inside despite his size. Your body milked and stimulated the many nerves on his tip with each involuntary squeeze. He wanted to bellow and trumpet his mating call, but he swallowed it down. If he announced to the world he was fucking you, he’d give away his hiding spot to the men looking for him. He also refused to put you in further danger. No one would touch his little mate.

You belonged to him, and soon, your womb would be occupied with his baby. You were still ripe to receive. That thought alone made him grow impatient. He needed to fill you so his seed would take as soon as possible. The window of fertility was short for humans, and he could smell his opportunity slipping away.

He pushed his length in deeper, causing you to cry out and writhe beneath him. You felt flesh split. Blood trickled from your overly stretched and stuffed entrance as he forced himself into your depths. Pleasure had to come eventually. That’s what you told yourself as you screwed your eyes shut and sobbed from the pain.

“T-tight,” Reiner rumbled. “So tight!”

Reiner’s thighs trembled as he stayed still for a moment. You heard him gasping as if entering you took his breath away. The audacity of him, honestly. He wasn’t used to fucking into such tight, restrictive spaces, but you were the one taking all his oversized girth in your tiny, pocket-sized pussy. Despite this, you were goddamn determined to acclimate to his size so he could fuck you whenever he wanted.

“Fuck me, Reiner,” you ordered with a staggered breath. “Fuck your mate and let me take your cum.”

His first real thrust made you choke on your words. Those strong, fuzzy thighs sounded muffled as they struck your bare skin. His fingers dug into your hips, and you became Reiner’s fucked out little fleshlight. Your tongue lulled out of your mouth and your eyes disappeared into the back of your head as he put all his weight into railing you. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life!

Before you knew it, he lifted your legs off the ground. One of his hooves planted itself firmly next to your full extended arms. You were in the lewdest wheelbarrow position ever, skewered on a big, meaty bullman cock.

You could’ve dangled there like a lifeless doll if you wanted. He had a good hold on you as he rutted and formed his perfect fuckhole from your body. It gladly gave way for his dick during each thrust. Your mind was elsewhere in some fucked out dimension as he jackhammered you into rapturous oblivion. He would undoubtedly arrange your guts after he finished claiming you tonight.

Reiner’s rhythm was primal, and his deep, animalistic grunts matched his hunched over state. His balls beat against your clit. He speared himself so deep inside you that your belly bulged with every forward thrust. He looked like a dumb beast happily fucking away its natural arousal brought on by a bitch in heat. That’s exactly what you were. A bitch in heat. The sloppy, lewd noise from your cunt made that terribly obvious as he happily chased his orgasamic high within your abused cunt.

An unfamiliar sensation took over in your tunnel. The medial ring on his cock expanded. You shifted slightly, and he strengthened his hold on you. Perhaps he was afraid you would try to get away while he was close to his climax.

He put all his weight on his firmly planted hoof when he no longer could thrust. You were numb to the pain you should’ve felt as he rammed his tip against your cervix and knotted inside you.

He whimpered before letting out a staggered bellow. Reiner pulled so tightly against his body that you felt his abs flex and tense along your back. His balls jumped between your thighs, and you felt a surge of cum spurt inside you, coating your tunnel instantly.

It was searing hot, but it did little to soothe your belly as it expanded from his load. You felt it splash into your womb and you knew his seed would surely take root. The rest of his cum overflowed from your conjoined sexes, down to the back of your thighs.

Your vision became hazy. He pumped you beyond full as your world faded to black. You never thought someone, or something would fuck you until you were unconscious. Honestly, you’d do it all over again until he was satisfied, and you were properly fertilized.

Sometime later, your lashes fluttered softly over your cheeks as you finally stirred. You opened your eyes about halfway and realized your barn was pitch black. Was it night already?

You smelled a combination of hay, sex and… was that pine? Why did you smell pine straw? Heavy, rhythmic breathing distracted you from investigating further. That’s when you realized you were on your side, completely eclipsed by Reiner’s mighty form while he slept. You were nestled against his chest. Turns out he naturally smelt like pine.

When you shifted, he inhaled sharply. A soft questioning bleat left his mouth before he raised his head to check on you. His enormous hands pulled you closer to his warm body as if he was afraid, he’d lose you. He was being so tender that it melted your heart.

“My mate,” Reiner mumbled. “My Y/N. No one else’s.”

You fell asleep in his arms again moments later. One night in the barn wouldn’t hurt.

Months passed and one night became almost permanent. Reiner remained in hiding on your property. A man hunt ignited in the town for a few weeks until it was determined that Reiner got away. Magath’s murder remained on the minds of the town’s people. You were biding your time.

The bank divided Farmer Magath’s property and put it up for sale. You went to Reiner’s willow and collect everything he had. All his creations and yours decorated the interior of the barn.

Reiner was more than happy. He got home-cooked meals every day. He enjoyed thoroughly washing and grooming. His hooves were beautifully polished, and his thick coat of hair was so silky and smooth. You cut his hair, so it wasn’t so shaggy, and you moisturized his upper body, softening his skin. You taught him how to care for his nails and brush his teeth instead of simply chewing on cloves or fennel seeds. Reiner continued to do the latter from time to time. He insisted on mimicking you despite your reassurance he didn’t need to change or conform to your ways. You taught him how to talk and read because he asked. He soaked everything up like a sponge.

Life was good, but it wasn’t without trouble. Colt continued to visit. You didn’t mind, but you also didn’t want him to become suspicious. Of course, three months later, when your belly began to grow, you realized things were about to get more difficult.

Reiner confirmed you were pregnant well before your body made you aware. He could sense it and was happy to tell you while holding you protectively close one morning. His big hand cupped your tummy, and he propped himself on his elbow just to watch you sleep. He gazed down at you like you were the most beautiful creature on earth. To him, you absolutely were, and you were carrying his little one.

“Good morning, Rei,” you muttered without opening your eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmm, always with you.”

He leaned closer, careful not to catch you with his horns, and nuzzled the side of your neck. He planted gentle kisses all the way to your jawline. His warm breath graced your skin and pricked goosebumps across your body.

“Want to mate,” he mumbled. “Gentle and slow, like you show me. Felt good but…”

“But?”

He lifted his away before answering you. “Too much for your tiny body. Might endanger the baby even if slow."

You opened your eyes after that comment and found him staring lovingly at your stomach. Anxiety flooded over you and vanished just as quickly as you watched him. He was such a big brutish bull with an intimidating presence, but the soft expression on his face made you express a lover’s sigh. He could be delicate just as easily as he could remove an entire tree, roots and all, with his strength.

Reiner would be a good father. You knew it based on how he cared for you. The reason he tried so hard to acclimate to your way of life was so you wouldn’t regret your decision to let him sow his seed. It was crystal clear that he loved you.

When Colt visited you, he knew something was up. You distanced yourself from him and curved his advances. When your stomach showed and he put two and two together, he experienced heartbreak.

As you finished up dinner to take for you and Reiner one evening, Colt knocked on your door. You answered and saw his red, puffy eyes first.

“Colt…”

He smiled wearily, grateful for your concern. “Hey, sorry you must see me like this. Y/N, this…is embarrassing and I blame myself entirely for not asking you about your relationship status before developing feelings. I just wanted to come congratulate you. I did not know you were involved with someone, and I feel like an idiot. I just never saw someone besides you at the cottage. I assumed you were single.”

You wanted to be honest with him and tell Colt about Reiner. He listened to you theorize about the accident about Farmer Magath with an open mind. He verified that the new bull bought before his death was unruly and previously killed its prior handler.

You learned that the worst of Colt’s injury came from transporting the new bull. Reiner ended up spooking his horse, and Colt fell off. His knee was dislocated, and he had a torn tendon. He never blamed Reiner for what happened. He also didn’t know Reiner scared his horse on purpose because he flirted with you the previous day. You kept that knowledge to yourself.

“Y/N, I don’t mean to pry but, can you tell me what he’s like?”

“Who?” you inquired.

“The person you’re with,” he replied. “The father to your child. I just…want to know if he’s good to you.”

His words touched your heart. Colt loved you. He’d do damn near anything for you. If you told him right here and now that you’d be raising the child alone, he’d pledge himself to you. He was such a pure man. You owed him the truth.

“Colt, come inside. I need to have a serious conversation with you."

He took one look at your face and moved with purpose. He sat down at the table, and you brought him fresh hot tea and biscuits. You told Colt everything about you and Reiner. He understood then why Reiner was pissed at the fence that day. He also realized you were telling him all this because...

“It’s his baby. I love him and he returns my love beautifully.”

Colt took it all in and sighed. He gave you another weary smile again. “I knew he was in your barn that day and I kept my mouth shut. I saw you walking with him and giving him food several times. I made sure no one ever saw you two. Y/N, I love you.... I love you enough to protect you and Reiner."

Your eyes shined with tears as he reached over and took your hand. “Please tell me you’ve seen a doctor. You need to make sure you’re healthy.”

“No... I was afraid to. I didn’t know how to come out and say-“

Suddenly, he jolted up and clenched his fist with purpose. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you! You need to see someone to make sure you and the baby are well. If people ask, tell them the child is mine. They won’t know who the father is until the child is born. By then, we’ll get you and Reiner somewhere safe, okay?”

“Colt...why would you -“

“I love you, that’s why,” he said firmly. “I’m not trying to make you choose Reiner or me. We don’t have to be romantically involved with me to show you how much I care about you. Yeah, I’m experiencing a little grief, but I can deal with that later. Right now, you and Reiner need help. I’m not abandoning you.”

He shushed you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “We’ll get through this, alright? I promise.”

You don’t know what compelled you to stand up and launch yourself into his arms, but you did. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, Colt. Thank you so much. I’m so glad to have met you.”

“Sorry I’m late Reiner.”

After Colt left, you gathered dinner and went to the barn. Reiner greeted you the minute you opened the door. He looked worried and like he was ready to come find you.

He grunted and placed his hand on the middle of your back to guide you inside. He closed the barn door and flared his nostrils. You had a scent on you he recognized...and he didn’t like it one bit.

You prepared your spot at the table. He sat across from you on the ground. You felt his gaze settle on you and you couldn’t help but to glance up.

“Colt?” he questioned bitterly.

You sighed and smiled. “He visited for a while and he’s why I’m late.”

Reiner’s eyes darkened. “Colt touch Y/N?”

“Not like that,” you replied. “He knows about you, Reiner. He knows I’m carrying your child. He wants to help us.”

Reiner listened and relaxed his jaw. His shoulders lowered eventually, and he huffed. “Help how? You trust him? No tricks?”

You explained everything to Reiner. By the end, he rubbed his chin in thought. You ate and left him to his thoughts so he could properly process everything.

“You like Colt?” he finally asked after he let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Good human mate, yes?”

“What ...what are you asking, Reiner?”

“Don’t want Y/N to feel trapped,” he mumbled.

“I don’t feel trapped,” you reassured. “Colt is a good guy and, in the beginning, I thought about him when I was trying to push you out of my mind. I don’t see him the way I see you. I’m yours and I regret nothing. Besides, it’s not like I can back out now.” You rested your hand on your stomach. “I wouldn’t if I could. That’s that.”

Reiner straightened his back and held his head up pridefully. His tail flicked, showing excitement. “Happy you love being mine. Never make you regret choices. We trust Colt and we go to a safe place. Grow our family and live good lives.”

You smiled and thought about the dream you had before Colt came by. Maybe that’s what encouraged you to open up to him. You were great at making your dreams come true. After all, a dream fueled your desire to buy this property. You made it happen and you could damn well do it again for Reiner.

[jackiequick]

Once Upon A Time OC ✨

Royal Return —> Cadence Nolan 🎯

Full Name (given by the royals & Rumpelstiltskin) : Princess Mi Amore Cadenza aka Cadence Nolan

Cursed names: Skylar Lane, Annie Marley Danvers

Nicknames: Cadence, Cadie or Cady, Denza, Sunburst, Princess, The Littlest Charming, Princess Charming

Height: 5’6

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Family: Her parents and one of her brothers are dead. Her big brother Prince Charming, David Nolan is alive. And so is everyone else is alive.

Seasons: 1-7

Face Claim: Melissa Benoist

Half of the Family Tree —> Her brother David, sister in law Snow, niece & nephew Emma & Neal. Her grandson Henry and sister/half mother in law Regina. (This family is a complex one ngl but theses are the main ones)

Friends: Ruby, Regina, Rumple, Hook, Jefferson and others she meets along the way. Of course, you also the The Dwarfs aka Grumpy and his family of brothers.

Romance: Ex-boyfriend, Rider. Other than that currently single and ready to mingle.

The titles she takes on: Princess, Farmer, Knight, Retriever and on occasion, Pirate.

Her most notable title is: Princess & The Pea, it’s why she can be so annoyed and stuffy sometimes. Also it’s why she tends to challenge people on deals and play on both side of an agreement. Never judge a person by their momentary appearance.

Relations: She works for Rumple and Evil Queen, search & retrieving items for them for a good price in return. Pretending to be a princess and warriors for the royal family she placed into with her older brother David.

—-

When Cadence became a princess due to the deal with Rumple, she never thought it would somewhat boring. Sit still, look pretty and pretend to be romanticized with the other royals of the kingdom, she wanted to know more than just stay in the castle walls. Which lead her to find Rumple and challenge him a deal for a high rank, he didn’t need a maiden of any sort, due to him already having Belle, but he did need someone to search the forests and retrieve items for him.

And Cadence agreed shortly after. Two days later she returned with a mirror ball from Wonderland and Rumple was more than impressed. The man was happy and knew she will be a very helpful asset. His Royal Retriever he liked to call her.

Eventually he started to work with her, giving her a special necklace and bracelet for she can always find her way back. Her dresses were more practical clothes on occasion for being on the field.

She met more than a few people on her travels and one of them being Snow White. In which a week later, Bandit Snow White met her brother Prince Charming.

—> Snow nickname her Cadie, short for Cadence. Even called her princess a few times. Little did they know they would be family soon enough..

—-

Time after during the curse came, it was pure chaos and she fought alongside her brother, making sure Emma ended up in the wardrobe safely.

Cadence held Emma in her arms and placed the necklace comfortably around her.

David gasped, “Cadie, that’s your necklace you need it. That how you get around the realms.”

“Emma needs it more than I do. Find her way home.” She repiled placing the baby in the wardrobe with a smile.

David placed a sad smile and kisses his daughter forehead whispering a few words closing the doors.

Both siblings told side by side fighting the guards, sadly they got hurt. Charming more than Cadenza…

Regina arrived with a crazy look on her face as her spell brought everyone to Storybrooke..

—-

In Storybrooke, she was cursed to be a women named Skylar Lane. One of the bakers of the town, always bringing sweet treats and flowers to the people of Storybrooke. Especially to Mr. Gold and Mayor Mills on a daily basis.

She knocked on the door, “Afternoon, Regina.”

She opened the door kindly, “Good afternoon, Skylar.”

She noticed the look on her face and asked if she was okay. Regina explained that Henry was gone, she reassured her that afternoon that he will show up soon. She was dragged to the Police Station by the Mayor to see the cops know where he is.

That’s where she met Emma Swan, trying to help them find Henry with her best friend, Mary Margaret advice. To say Regina was pissed off was a understatement, she just wanted her son and ready to lock anyone up if it meant she can get the job done quicker. Skylar had to be the voice of reason for both sides, telling Regina to stay home while Emma went looking for Henry.

Skylar went to visit a coma patient at Storybrooke Hospital under the name, John Doe, she visited the man very week talking to him, bringing flowers and sweets in hope he would wake up. She felt connected to him, like they were friends or something stronger. Little did she know that’s her big brother (Henry would tell her that tale later). She would play with her bracelet as she spoke and would always leave giving the man a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. But he never woke up..

—> Emma stayed in town, of course. She was glad, especially when the blonde moved in with Mary Margaret because that mean Skylar got to see both women on a daily basis after catching up with Ruby at the Dinner. She became friends with Emma Swan, sharing stores, drinking together and giving each other advice. Skylar always tended to help Emma on cases around town such as the Mary Margaret arrest, Ashley’s situation with Mr. Gold, The issue with John Doe, and so much more.

Stranger things kept happening in the town involving everyone who lived there. Skylar even felt it too, especially when her ex-boyfriend who mothers hated her kept showing up to try and win her back, she stupidly said yes to a date and her ex-boyfriend trying to even kidnap her. Emma saved the day of course.

----

With everything that happened, Skylar felt odd. The shift in the air felt stronger than ever, she picked up on the little things. Words, phases and movements in the town. Especially after hearing Henry Mills talk to her about being a character in his storybook…

Her curiosity was brought to light when she delivered Emma her favorite type of donut to the station, noticing the necklace. Emma shrugged saying the necklace was something she had since she was a baby, however the clasp in the back got weak.

Skylar suggested that she’ll take it to the jeweler, her jeweler being Mr. Gold, for a retighten. Emma heisted for a moment but agreed wanting it back by sundown, at least.

She agreed taking the necklace off her hands noticing the fine details. The rich vintage gold details, the engraved chested green and white diamonds shaped into swirling around one around like a flower shinning around daylight. It reminded Skylar on her very own bracelet, lost in pieces at home. She stepped into Mr. Gold’s shop with a smile.

He was waiting for her, patient for her loyal curious self to walk in. Mr. Gold has been awake from a while now and waiting for her to be. The more people awaken from the curse and not down for the count, the better.

“What can I do for you today, Ms. Lane?” He asked, noticing the necklace and bracelet in her hands with a smile.

“Ms. Swan needs the clasp in the back of her necklace tighten.” She replies simply, handing it to him to examine.

“Ah, I see. And why not take it somewhere else?”

“Because I know you can do the job better and give it a fine cleaning.”

He noticed the look in her eye, something he’s been noticing rather recently ever since her kidnapping. She tried to hide it, most of the time she could cover up the look on her face but like Charming, David Nolan, she couldn’t.

She sighed, “Miss Swan says that this necklace belong to her, saying that she assumed her parents gave it to her before she was given up..”

“And?” He asked hoping that the real women behind that curse persona would shine though and speak up.

“I have a bracelet that is oddly similar at home..what if..what if, they’re a match? Same jeweler or something. Ever since Emma came, in felt drawn to her..”

“Like love of some kind?”

“No love, like I know her. Her and Mary Margaret act the same way..can you look into it?”

“I need the whole necklace and bracelet to do so.”

She smiled, running off to her small apartment complex searching for the broken bracelet. It was always a rather shatter piece of jewelry, she brought for half price years ago. The green diamonds were missing but the white stayed the same, never fallen off. Skylar return the piece to Mr. Gold and went to continue her day at the diner, working alongside Ruby and being dragged on a case with Emma.

It was a long day, Skylar couldn’t be more tired and out of breath from everything, however she promised Emma that necklace to be returned safely and surely to the loft. Mr. Gold smiled when she walked in, he’s been working on the necklace and bracelet all day. They were freshly tighten, cleaned and the diamonds were engraved the way they should be.

“Y-you fixed them?” She said in awe, gently holding them in her grasp.

“Try them on.” He replies with a smile, standing behind the counter.

“Alright.”

She placed the bracelet swiftly on her wrist as if it shined, feeling a awing source within her and chuckled. Mr. Gold told her again, wear the bracelet and necklace. She hesitated since it doesn’t belong to her, it never has, but she did it anyway. It couldn’t hurt right? It’s just a necklace.

The second Skylar placed the necklace firming on her neck, having the diamonds facing the correct direction and such. She ran her fingers across the jewelry smiling and turned away thanking Mr. Gold about to walk out when she paused. She gasped harshly, a sharp wave of memories and emotions washed over from the moment she was recruited to be a princess to the day she put Emma in the wardrobe.

Skylar blinked tempering with the new found information and looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Gold leaning against the counter with a soft smile.

“Is something wrong, my dear Mi Amore?” He asked as his smile grew seeing the look in her eyes.

It took her a moment to speak until she said, “Nothing Rumple, I think we need to talk.”

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[fashasoffice]

Who is your favourite character from Undertale Yellow?

Mines are maybe Marley, but mostly the cowboy nerd North Star, AKA Starlo, the Japanese Kitsune Fox of the Wild East, Ceroba, and the sentient robot made by Ceroba’s late husband Chujin, Axis.

(Fasha won't answer Questions like this, But I will!) (My favorite is Starlo, I love my stupid Himbo Sheriff Corn Farmer)

[midnightelite]

@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and I posted Chapter 11!!

The kids are really a mess and I'm not sorry about it!

Chapter 11:

“I told you from the beginning, remember? Before I even knew who he was, his voice was like…” Lily trailed off with a wistful sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the way James’ warm words and smooth tone in the cafe had basically wrapped around her like a hug. “It’s just a really amazing voice, alright? You’d understand if you heard it.”

From her perch on one of Lily’s kitchen chairs, Minerva cocked her head to one side and gave Lily a look of pure skepticism. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true,” Lily muttered. She shook her head and looked down at the plate in front of her, adjusting the dried apricots and dates to make room for the fancy goat cheese she’d bought at the farmer’s market earlier that day. She glanced back at Minerva and added, “This is why I invited Marley over. If I’m going to talk about this, I need an audience who’s less judgmental.”

Not that Marley wouldn’t tease her, and she would definitely say “I told you so.” But none of that came anywhere close to Minerva’s withering side-eye.

Continue ready here!

Start from the beginning here!

[mmarggsstuff]

Another small story about my farmer. She’s one of a kind, you know! 

P.S. yes i used pigpen from skull cavern’s plaques. if you want to decrypt it - neat! 

[voidgenesis]

can we talk about Sasha's character on AOT for a second? just listen to me for a moment.

majority of the mainstream fandom has reduced her to the comic relief/potato girl who loves to eat but I think she deserves so much more than that. especially when she died, most are only sad over it to have a reason to hate Gabi because "huhu bitch child killed our potato girl kyahh"

(of course there are handful of fans who understood her and saw the depth of her character. but I was really hoping her TV death arc will bring out more people who didn't just saw her a cartoon cardboard character)

Sasha is a wonderful native-migrant representation, at least in my perspective. She came from a rural area and community of farmer/hunters that are greatly affected by the continuous occupation of urban born citizens. Mainland Paradisians shamed and ridiculed their way of living until they lost their own homes and turned to urbanizing the forest/mountains. To Sasha hunting and farming are parts of her identity, to give it up for those who never understood them in the first place is a complete betrayal of herself and their heritage. She hated the idea of abandoning that just because a world she's not a part of is changing.

But in her father's words, they are all part of a bigger world that is connected regardless. So she ended up joining the Corps as a soldier, among those who might be prejudicial towards her identity as a native. Those subtle details of Sasha practicing code switching (hiding her accent, rarely talking about home, talking too polite around others) goes well with her character.

As someone who spent most of her life being a subject of prejudice and mockery because she's a minority, Sasha is seen to be warm and eager to know about the rest of the world. She rejoiced on Niccolo's cooking, curiously asked about why Onyankopon looks different and saw Marley in an eyes of a kid instead of a soldier who's planning to destroy it.

That's what made her death even more tragic. She is the least person on the team that could be ignorantly hateful towards Marleyans or other Eldians, because she knew what it's like to be a subject of social prejudice. Yet she died first, on the hands of their own who only saw her as nothing but faceless devil. Sasha lived a life of unjust discrimination and bigotry just for being different, and in the end she died for the same reason.

She was either a lowlife farmer girl or a devil of paradis.

But it's not fair to sum up her story like that. Sasha was a naturally warm and radiant person, but also brave and skillful. She has a knack on both hunting and cooking which she gladly shared to her comrades. She cared for them as much as she let on. And as heartbreaking her death was, I couldn't imagine her having to live through the Alliance and Rumbling arc because that will surely break her.

[barks-hideout]

So, I said that someday I’d upload ref sheets for my marvel ocs, but I never guessed that it’d be all at once 💀💀💀

here’s a summary of each (heads up folks, I’m pretty sure I wrote the sequel to The Bible)

Marley Underwood: She’s just a fangirl character I made for Smokey. I like to imagine she runs a blog or something dedicated to her. She likes to hang around the arcade that Cami works at, who is rather fond of the kid.

Captain StinkBomb: He’s an experiment like Rocket, being number 89R14. He snuck off the Higher Evolutionary’s ship and fled to Counter-Earth, where he lived his life as a small farmer in the woods. That was until the guardians showed up and CE blew up. He, obviously, was upset and blamed the guardians for what happened. Now he lives his life as a space pirate until Rocket met him and they became friends.

Chris Caleb/The Brown Recluse: I made a post a few months back with his story and spider suit, but basically, Chris was an orphan bitten by a radioactive brown recluse. Because of the untreated spider bite, he developed gangrene, but because of the mutation, any part of his body that rotted off instantly regenerated. He was adopted by my universe’s Doc Ock and became a superhero, all though, most of the crimes he stops are usually his dad’s.

Dom Lee Cho/The Sun God’s Disciple (hero name is still a WIP, would love better suggestions): I don’t have too much of a story, but basically, Dom was chosen to be next in line as a disciple of Haemosu, which is the Korean Sun God. His father, who was the previous disciple, was murdered by a jealous follower of Haemosu. Dom is hesitant to take the title, insert something about generational trauma and legacy, yeah…it ain’t much, but it’s honest work.

Miguél Rodriguez/NightVision: So, Miguél is basically an ex-con who is trying to get his life back together. He gets a job at Crystal Corporations, a tech company trying to change the world as we know it. One day, while cleaning up, Miguél finds mysterious crystal shards in the trash behind the facility and decides to take them back to his apartment so he and his roommate, Archer Dodge, can mess around with them. Realizing that the crystals have powers stored in them, Miguél takes this as a sign to become what he’s always wanted to be, a superhero. He and Archer work together to create NightVision and Miguél becomes a sorta micro celebrity in NY. His boss, a shady businessman named Giovanni, finds this out and coaxes Miguél into working together, making Miguél a poster boy for Crystal Corp. Giovanni, like any shady white guy businessman, is basically stealing Miguél’s hard work and claiming it to be his own, and when Miguél tries to call things off, Giovanni blackmails Miguél into staying with the company through Miguél’s criminal records. Miguél breaks things off and his crimes are exposed (I’m still wondering about the crimes in question) and Giovanni becomes the new “hero.” Looking more into Crystal Corp and its business practices, Miguél realizes that Crystal Corporation is using these crystals for Evil Shit (tm) so now it’s up to Miguél to take down the company, which he does, but Giovanni dies in the process. This leads to Miguél having an opportunity to become the new president of Crystal Corp. He rejects this, however, and gives the title to the Giovanni’s assistant, Sook Lee Cho (who happens to be Dom’s sister omgggg)

CatFish: There isn’t much of a story to CatFish yet, but here’s what I have so far. CatFish, legal name Kenny Campbell, was a kid growing up in the ghettos of Detroit. He lived with his single mom, who was an asshole to him, and never really cared for him, especially when he started questioning his gender identity. Because of this, CatFish would always get involved with gang violence and other legal trouble. This continued until an attack on the US was made from HYDRA, and a 10 year old CatFish was met with Dr. Edward White, who claimed he was part of a rescue team that was trying to help the children in the war. Of course, Kenny was actually experimented on and became the way his is now. While living his life in Project K wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, he’d rather be there under the command of Dr.White rather than go back to his mom, wherever she was. I mean, Dr.White was even nice enough to let Kenny transition, so how bad could he possibly be?

Amar Bucciarati: Born in a small town in Spain, Amar was either always bullied or babied for his blindness. He couldn’t go out without a ball to the face, or a kick to the shin, and he couldn’t stay in without his family trying to coddle him and do everything within their power to “cure” him. He couldn’t stand it. All he wanted, just once, was to be treated like a normal person. When he was 8, his town was attacked by HYDRA, and was left alone in the rubble of his home until Dr.White came to help. He was experimented on and developed telekinetic abilities. With these abilities, Dr.White taught him how to become stronger, and use his skills for spatial awareness to help him see. Since then, Amar has been nothing but loyal to Dr.White, and will always be White’s most faithful soldier.

Dr.Edward White: So, this is the moment you all’ve been waiting for. So, Edward was born in Tennessee as the younger brother to Chris White.

Growing up, Eddie was always an outcast, often being seen as “weird and creepy” compared to the charm of his brother. Home life wasn’t any better, with an abusive father and an exhausted mother, Eddie was always seemed invisible. He found one thing he loved, which was science. He always flourished in school, and was on his way to change the world. He became obsessed with the idea of superheroes, and wanted to,not be them, but make them. This obsession made his family rather…uneasy. Everyday Eddie would always talk about how he wanted to experiment on people, studying the human body and it’s limits, even going so far as to take live animals and “work” on them. This continued all the way up into his adulthood, being a successful geneticist and biologist, while his brother became a famous football player and was married to his wife, Clara, a nurse. On April 12th, 2005, Clara have birth to a beautiful baby girl, which the couple decided to name Camellia Anabelle White, the first name being after the flowers they were so lovingly given to them during their honeymoon in Japan. Eddie couldn’t explain it, but he felt such a deep connection the moment he laid eyes on his niece, one that he knew he wanted to keep. When Camellia, shortened to Cami, was growing up, her and Eddie became inseparable. Eddie would always teach her how the world works and take care of her when babysitters or her parents couldn’t, and would always indulge in listening to whatever his niece was fascinated with at the time.

The two would often visit an open field filled with colorful flowers and waste the day away with bliss until it was time to go home. If he wasn’t by Cami’s side, Eddie was at work. He would continue to conduct his superhero experiments at a little facility called HYDRA. If he wasn’t there, he was posing as a scientist for the government, and feeding the information back to HYDRA. One year, Dr.White got word on the possibility of certain people having a certain chromosome mutation that would grant the person superpowers, these people were known as “Mutants.” When the US found out about their information being sold to other parties, there was talks of war looming over the world. Eddie knew this, and used it as an opportunity to start funding a facility that was designed to continue the education of children in case war was coming, this building was known as Project K. Still hiding as a weasel for HYDRA, Dr.White was assigned a new task, “Make sure the war happens.” He and other scientists would start causing havoc amongst parts of the US, trying to provoke the government into war. Looking at all the people that were affected by the destruction that was being, Dr.White got an idea. “With the new research we’ve gotten on superhuman abilities, why not run experiments on the children of the war?” It sounded insane, ludicrous, but Eddie had an explanation. “People are always hesitant to war, but the children? The children would go out and fight anybody that took away their homes and families without hesitation! As for our opponents? What kind of monsters would they be if they were to hurt such sweet and innocent souls?” As crazy as Eddie was, he was also a genius. This was when Project K became a breeding ground for mutant experiments, where damages would be done, Dr.White would take the children, and run experiments on them. This pattern continued until White was given another idea. What’s stopping him from bringing Cami into the mix? August 19th, 2011, Cami was left at home with a babysitter, staying up late to watch her dad play in the championship game. She wanted to go, but her parents all wanted to keep their daughter out of the presses. Both Cami and her babysitter watched the game, cheering for the girl’s father…until an explosion went off in the center of the field, then another in the crowd, and another, and another, until the cameras shut off and the TV cut to static. Cami, being only 6, didn’t understand what was happening or why her babysitter was making such frantic calls to her parents. She only realized what happened when a tearful Uncle Eddie came home, but her parents didn’t. Eddie took her in to Project K, a few months after the funeral, and ran tests on Cami. The first thing Eddie needed was a blood sample from Cami to look into her DNA for the now known X-Gene. Unfortunately, she wasn’t compatible, not at first. Eddie remembered research he’d done on mutants and called back to a serum that would make people with a recessive X-Gene into a dominant one. He spent weeks perfecting the formula, and finally out Cami under the needle, or needles. He ran test after test on her, putting her body through straining tasks that not even adults could handle (if you’ve seen Deadpool, YOU KNOW)

Finally, Cami gained the ability to control fire, and what a glorious flame it was. Eddie continued getting kids and running tests on them, the facility now more productive than ever with the new serum being used, and started training the children to use their new abilities for combat. This was when he would then send out kids 12+ to their first battles in the now ongoing war, dubbed WWX. This wasn’t enough for Eddie, however, he wanted to aim even higher, and so, started running tests on his top soldier, Cami included, to push them to their genetic limits. These new types of mutants were called “Provectus,” meaning advanced in Latin. With the difference between them and normal mutants being that they now have a new subset of their original powers. This sparked another building called “Provectus Mundi,” or “Advanced World” in English. Where it was Cami and 9 other kids being held as the most dangerous of Dr.White’s army. Eddie and Cami’s relationship would continue to strain until a 15 year old Cami was snooping through old files in her uncle’s lab and found an audio recording of the night where her parents died, the night where Dr.White killed them. Eddie attempted to explain himself, manipulating her into staying quiet, but Cami wasn’t having it. She burned Eddie alive, leaving him disfigured so severely, that he had to replace parts of his body with tech. This lead to Cami wanting nothing to do with her uncle, refusing to listen to him any chance he got. Which, in turn made Eddie upset. In his mind, what he was doing was all out of love. After a mission, it was reported that Cami was MIA and Eddie was LIVID, going off in the rest of his niece’s team. This disappearance caused him to go off the deep end, becoming more violent and aggressive than normal, even at his angriest. He even went as far as to give himself mutant abilities just for a chance of growing strong enough to find Cami. This time period was also when he started research on another concept that had been swimming in the back of his mind since the beginning, the multiverse. He finds Cami in the current MCU timeline and starts building his own machine to successfully travel through the multiverse, finally being able to see his niece again. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily work. With Cami finding her strength and beating the ever loving hell out of Eddie, getting other mutants to slowly take apart the original Project K. Before his last breath, Eddie looked his niece in the eyes and squeaked out his last words

“I love you…so much Camellia…”

[luriddaze]

CLOSED for @lcvebirds​ 

sitting by the pool with marley was how bianca spent a lot of her days in the summer, and she’d truly have it no other way. they were pretty inseperable and had been for years, but had managed to become even closer the past few months.. somehow. a day without some sort of contact with the blonde was a rarity. “can you pass me the sunscreen, babes? i’m not trying to get a farmers tan, but it’s happening.” she laughed a little. “think i can pull off the cowgirl look?”

[kate-embershield]

The void made material in a ★ SKY FULL OF STARS ★ A sneaky ETB stallion with a mischievous streak

Coat: Black - - Silverglade Manor Bridle: Medieval Black and Silver horned bridal - Jarlaheim Tor's Stall Saddle: Silver Baroque Dressage Saddle - Open House Event Blanket: Silver Baroque Dressage Blanket - Open House Event Boots: Silver Baroque Leg Wraps - Open House Event

Kate’s Diary - Log 27 - ★ SKY FULL OF STARS ★

The first of my Misfits, Starsky was the biggest pain in poor Marley’s side when I first met him. A naughty colt who stopped at nothing to make the farmers day eventful, he broke fences, flung hay bales, even trampled some of the potato plants before he was chased off. So you can imagine the farmer's delight when I offered to take the rascal off his hands.  It took barely sixteen hours for him to start trouble. The naughty thing had escaped his stall in the middle of the night, and immediately set himself on a rampage that took days to clean.He had potential, the lively little thing, he just needed direction. Two weeks ago, we won our first competition. The judges loved his snarky attitude and high spirit, and Marleys proud of how far he's come.