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levi-ackermvn · 10 hours
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another incredible and beautiful commission from neverwho_art on ig !! my jaw was on the FLOOR when i saw the final product, it’s absolutely stunning (つω`。) here is the new oc i mentioned on my instgram !! meet odette mayer, one of the 104th cadets (´◡`) she’s been in my head for almost as long as sloane, so i’m excited to finally introduce her to all of you !! her and reiner’s story is obviously very angsty and complicated, but i love them a lot and want to wrap them up in warm blankets 
[ DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR TRACE!!! this artwork was commissioned for my fic so please do not steal it ]
[ this is an oc x canon post. if you do not like it, please kindly leave. any negative, hateful, or weird comments that has nothing to do with my post or fic will be deleted ]
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kachll · 17 days
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Fanart by me! Please check out the fanfiction I’ve been working on. (:
Audio book (WIP)
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keischreiber · 3 months
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Thinking about how Reiner's decision-making as a leader is influenced by a need to a) fulfill a mission; and b) for the sake of someone else.
So when it comes to making decisions that are solely from himself he's lost and unsure of what to do, because his mind spirals back to how those decisions will affect the people around him.
You tell him that it's fine to be scared; but he needs to take the first step of truly deciding things for himself.
He understand you, but it doesn't make it easier.
"You can hold my hand until you feel it's safe enough to let go. And even if you do, I'll be behind you to push you up when you feel like you'll fall back."
That's what you promise him.
He is overwhelmed with emotion; never having felt this kind of support. It was different from they type of support he received. Different from his mother's who had expectations for him beyond himself, different from the military who had expectations for him to be the perfect warrior, different from Zeke who had expectations for him to remember that his failure was the reason everything happened in the first place, different from his friends whose expectations of him were slowly being rebuilt after the shared experiences of both loss and gain, different from the kids whose expectations were for him to be the role model that could be followed...
You didn't have any other expectations of him other than for him to be himself.
And that was what scared him. What if who he was, who he REALLY was, was something irredeemable... with damage too broken and shattered to be fixed. Once he puts down his mask of being a soldier... of being a warrior... of being the Armor... what the hell was he left with other than the child who he had chosen to cast away for the sake of what his mission needed?
"I... can you—"
He was struggling to say what he wanted. Not knowing where to start and fearing how it would end.
"I want you to stay by my side." He blurted it out. Selfishly. Greedily. As firm as he can be, letting his heart and every fiber of his being bleed out the last remnants of courage that he could muster.
His expression's filled with guilt and apprehension. What was he going to put you through? He knew it won't be easy being with him. But he wanted you there.
It was his first big decisions that he made solely for himself.
And that decision was to have you in his life.
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asideofweird33 · 2 months
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erudianokabe · 5 months
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HELLO! I just wanted to share this art work that I've commissioned from @adrienwithane. A pleasure to work with for sure, and I don't even have enough words in my vocab to express just how much I love how it turned out.
I will never get over how much I adore this. Never. Julian was so accommodating with my requests, and also helped me come up with the over all look after giving a description of what the gist of the piece would be. They both look so precious. Listen, Reiner being cared for and pampered albeit scolded a bit for carelessness will always be my guilty pleasure.
But also I do like me some Honorary Marleyan/Eldian x Marleyan agenda dhfsjkdf
Y'all should definitely check out Julian's works here on tumblr but also on Patreon.
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shinjyu · 1 year
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Some AU AoT x OC doodles from 2022 Me & my friend’s OCs, our beloved daughters! Charlotte Weiss ( w/ Zeke ) An Eldian soldier serving the Marleyan army. Ingrid Helos ( w/ Reiner ) Marleyan soldier from a wealthy family, Charlotte’s boss. Leah Vogel ( w/ Eren ) We mostly think about her in modern days AU, a kind hearted girl with complicated family problems.
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hangeslefteye · 1 year
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HAHAH if you’re going to send me the whole alphabet obviously I’m going to send it back (if you’re comfortable and able! Of course it’s a lot so feel free to pick and choose or ignore!!) but could I get the alphabet for Reiner?? 👀👀👀👀 I love how you write him xoxoxo
Thx for the ask <3 Aaah Rei <3 Everyone's fave :D I support bi Reiner supremacy so I made it gender natural I hope y'all like it <3
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Reiner-NSFW Alphabet
A for Aphrodisiac [What always turns them on?]
I hate to write this but any type of physical touch -including hugs,pecks- would make him a little hard but especially so if their s/o is unaware of that.
B for Bondage [Who gets tied up and how?]
Him xD He doesn't mind getting tied with a leather belt,rope etc. I can't imagine him going in for crazy BDSM type of bondage but hands/wrists will do great.
C for Cuddling [How do they cuddle after sex?]
A teddy bear </3 Cuddles are a must after sex and he's the type to lay on his s/o's chest/stomach.
D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]
Ummm,Let's say he's trying his best :D He really does but it ends up hilarious so he gave up andd... he'd just praise his s/o's body on how tight they are,how big boobs/ass they got etc. (even if it's not <3)
E for Exposed [What is the most daring place they’ve had sex?]
I can't imagine him too adventurous with this one but he'd appreciate beach/forest/outdoor sex.He's in as long as it's somewhere romantic but somewhat private aswell.
F for Favorite [What do they find sexiest about their partner?]
Honestly,it's enough of a turn on if he's with the person he likes </3 So their partner being unapologetically themselves is enough. I'd say sincerity? İf it makes sense.He wouldn't be in for porn star type of fake effort.
G for Graceful [What is the weirdest position they’ve tried?]
He just manhandles his s/o into whatever position he feels like xD While he's unaware, his partners are pulling off acrobatic oral sex positions xD
H for Hands [What do they do with their hands during sex?]
Caressing.Caressing everywhere his hands can reach.He's quite touchy-feely when having sex.
I for Imagination [What do they fantasize about?]
Pegging xD When he feels comfy in a relationship he'll let their s/o know :)
J for Jazz [What’s their go-to sexy song/playlist?]
I made one already.
K for Kink [What’s their secret kink?]
Edging/Orgasm denial/ruining.Their s/o must discover it themselves or else he won't speak about it :)
L for Lingerie [What kind of underwear do they like to wear or have their partner wear?]
He's quite comfy with his body so he's the type to wear theme boxers/underwear on special days such as valentines day/halloween etc. And he'd love it if his partner went along but usually a simple lingerie -black- will do fine he's not picky.
M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]
A whimperer amen He needs to hear his s/o moaning/whimpering to make sure he's doing an ok job but if his s/o praises him...he's a goner <3
N for Night [What time of day do they prefer to have sex and why?]
Anytime.He wouldn't like routine sex so always night/day would bore him.He'd initiate sex on different times to make it exciting.
O for Oral [Giving or receiving? Why?]
He's a giver y'all.He'd enjoy praising after a good cunnilingus more than having a bj himself.
P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]
Mating press Aside from any position that allows him to hold his s/o on air; face to face positions such as lotus.Seeing their s/o's mimics would turn him on even more and he likes intimacy.
Q for Quickie [How would they have sex if they’re in a hurry?]
Umm I don't think he'd like quickies he'd be more into slow,sensual sex but if his s/o wants he can go for it.
R for Role Play [What is their role-playing fantasy?]
Escort fantasy xD He's simply the type to have this fantasy xDD But I doubt if he could do it with a real escort.He'd like to act as if it's a meaningless,hook up sex.
S for Sexy [What would they do/wear to turn on their partner?]
Foreplay out of nowhere,that'll lead up to nowhere disguised as affection xD He loves getting edged and edging his partners.İf he's in the mood he can keep it going for days just to stop right before sex.
T for Trust [How would they implement rough sex or kinks?]
He'd be chatty about his kinks but rough sex would just happen in a moment when he's too horny to hold back.He'd feel guilty afterwards because he knows he should have spoken about it.
U for Under [Who’s in charge and how?]
He's a switch.He'd get bored of being submissive or dominant all the time.
V for Voyeur [What do they like to watch their partner do?]
He'd adore his s/o when they are asleep in their undergarments or...just naked.He somewhat intrusively likes seeing them vulnerable.
W for Wet [How would they have sex in the shower?]
He'd love it but he's clumsy xD Shower rug is a must <3
X for X-Rated [What kind of porn do they watch or read?]
Possibly gay or maybe a mixed group.
Y for Yummy [How would they involve food/drinks?]
This is a hard one xD Let's say plain old chocolate sticks.
Z for Zipper [How do they prefer to undress? Both themselves and their partner.]
Both as slow as possible D: He'd want to savor the moment.Also he's the type to enjoy clothed foreplay such as grinding.
Afternotes:He'd be a natural but a passionate one for sure <3
Taglist:@roseofdarknessblog @scumbagjaeger
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peachymilkandcream · 2 months
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Someone To Love|Part 2|Reiner x Jealous Reader
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(A/N: It's kind of nice and out of my normal style to write a much more wholesome romance, but I can't say I dislike it. You gotta have the fluff with your angst. And since this is going with yandere Levi it's good to have a bit of a change of pace. Comment to be added to the taglist!)
WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)
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It felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs.
"An Island Devil?"
"I know, it's crazy, trust me I already know that. Especially after everything they did to Bertholdt and Annie. I don't know, I just feel...good about myself and safe around her."
She clears her throat, trying to keep the wad of emotion down in her chest so it doesn't spill out all at once. "And you say her name is Evelyn? I..uhm- tell me about her-"
Reiner leans back with a shy smile. "Well for starters she's short, really short, but she's also fun, and super sweet, an impressive fighter, and pretty on top of that. Like the ultimate package."
"How did you meet her?"
"When I was under cover she was one of the Scout officers, I didn't get to see a whole lot of her since she was part of Captain Levi's squad, but still. As far as Island Devils go she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met."
"Does she know who you are?"
Now Reiner frowns, apparently a sore spot for him. "Yes she does, when we fled I exposed who I was to her...and she said she hated me."
She tries to hide her relief with a deep breath, it wouldn't help anything to outwardly show how glad she was of that.
"So you'll never see her again."
"Until we return to Paradis to reclaim the Founder it seems unlikely." His mood changed, his tone becoming more and more depressed.
"That's too bad. She sounds wonderful."
"Yeah...she was." Reiner rests his elbow on the table, staring into the wooden pattern. "By now she's probably married off to Captain Levi, no screw that, why should I respect him with a title, to Levi."
"Who's Levi?" She didn't know who he was but if he was able to give Reiner closure with this unattainable crush she'd be thankful to him.
"Selfish bastard. Captain of the Survey Corps and man does he abuse that. Always unfairly punishing everyone and demanding respect." He shakes his head. "Creep watched Evelyn like some kind of sick stalker. There were many times I got punished for being anywhere near her. Asshole."
"Maybe you just didn't understand their dynamic?"
"Impossible, it was so obvious he was sick in the head. But no one saw it but me."
Bravely she reaches out to touch his hand. "It'll be okay Reiner, you can move on now. Forget about what happened their and live the rest of your life in peace."
"The rest of my life." He scoffs. "What short time I have left."
The thought made her wince, but he had a point. If she didn't try harder he'd be killed and they'd never have that life she dreamed of, even if it was for a short time.
"That's why you need to make the most of it."
Reiner nods, taking in her words. "You're right, sitting here sulking over what could have been won't get me anything but wasted time." A smile comes to his face. "Thanks kid, you always make me believe in myself."
She blushed a little at the nickname, even after all of this he still saw her as the same girl from their childhood. "No problem, you're my friend and I want to help you."
Reiner's face turns solemn again but before he can speak his mind a soldier comes up to their table.
"Reiner Braun, Commander Magath has sent for you."
"Right now? Is it urgent?"
"He said to come right away."
Reiner offers an apologetic glance before standing and hurrying to follow the young soldier, leaving her alone.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had a bad feeling about all of this.
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mobolanz · 6 months
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mvrtaiswriting · 11 months
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Reiner Braun - Wonderland (part 2)
Hullo! Part 2 of Wonderland is finally here! I know I previously said it would only have two parts, but it is highly likely I'll need at least one more part before calling it quits! hope you enjoy this <;3 (part 1 here) (part 3 here)
Follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 4 (ish). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this part of the story was Wildest dreams, from the 1989 album (I wish there was a Taylor's version for it, but we'll have to wait I guess.) This part also used Illicit affairs, from the Folklore album and Getaway Car, from the reputation album.
gn! reader.
usual AOT violence.
1.3 K words.
-> tag list for my dear readers who were waiting for an update! lmk if you want to be added &lt;3 @maliakealoha, @turituri09.
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I thought "Heaven can't help me now".
A familiar scent tingled your senses, you could recognise the smell of his cologne even in such a busy street, with Sasha shoving ice cream up to your face and local food sellers frying their specialties in the main road. You took a quick glare over the crowd, scanning the millions of faces just to see him standing against one of the shop's wall - his eyes locked on your figure since God knows how long, merely hiding away from the rest of the Survey Corps. It was a miracle Levi didn't notice him staring - things could have escalated quickly otherwise.
You took Hange and the rest of your team to explore the city, explaining everything about their cultural and technological development.
"You've picked up the accent."
Jean scoffed, now bored of listening to everything you had to say. In the past 9 months, you had a full immersion experience of Liberio - you even managed to obtain a driving license. Hange had told you to maintain a discrete profile whilst trying to acquire as many skills as possible, and you did. Onyankopon as your main teacher, you had managed to completely blend in with the citizens of a nation that tried to exterminate your own population, destroying the city you grew up in and killing the people you loved. A nation that birthed Reiner, the love of your life, your nemesis - everything and nothing at the same time, the person that gave you everything and scarred you the most.
When the meeting was over, you greeted everyone and decided to part ways with them.
"They'll get suspicious if I won't be back.. Have fun for me too!"
You said, leaving the building before anyone could stop you or convince you otherwise.
Make sure nobody sees you leave. Hood over your head, keep your eyes down.
Finally entering what had now become your home, you took off the hooded cloak and hang it by the door. Hold habits die hard after all - and despite your cloak didn't have the wings of freedom on its back, it still reminded you of home, of Paradis, of your mission.
"Did they like it?"
Reiner said, greeting you at the door with a warm cup of coffee and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You only nodded in response, smiling weakly and accepting the cup of coffee. Making your way to the sofa, you let yourself fall on the soft fabric and kept silent. Replaying the day you just spent with your fellow comrades, you wondered whether it was fair for you to hate Reiner so much. Now that you're sitting in his apartment, drinking his coffee, living in his town. It's easy to wonder what life would be like if it wasn't for all these little games, the wars, the hate. You never questioned your loyalty towards Paradis, but sometimes you wished Reiner questioned his. After all, he was serving a country that hated him down to every stupid cell of his body.
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.
Tangled up in bed, you're full of him. Reiner's finger tips slowly drawing imaginary patterns on your soft skin whilst he tries to catch his breath. Making love with him was always exhausting, full of passion, and hate, and love, and remorse. It was an explosion of feelings, something that felt so right but so wrong. Loving him was incredibly easy - his features had grown with him, so much sometimes you could almost forget what he did. You could only see the beautiful man he had become, the thoughtful, loving man who only wanted to redeem himself. Who fell on his knees the first time he saw you again and begged for your forgiveness, because his feelings were always real. Because he had loved you since the first day of training as cadets and continued to do so even after so, so many years. Because he hated himself for what he did, wishing he stayed - wishing he would have known better.
It was always easy for Reiner to hit your soft spot, he was your only weakness. Your only motivation. If only your friends knew about this.. no one would approve this. But now your hair smell like his cologne and his lips taste like you, creating a bubble that you hoped would never pop.
"Say you'll remember me."
You whispered, passing your fingers through his blonde hair. Reiner raises an eyebrow in response, melting into your touch.
"Once this will be over."
You whisper again, biting your lips to try and stop the tears from flooding your eyes. His rough hand caresses your cheek and you melt onto his touch, your face slowly adhering to his palm. The sorrow your hearts feel is the same, after all, he only has a few years left.
"I will. Rosy cheeks and all."
Reiner answered, pulling you closer to him and hugging you tightly to his chest. You smiled, grabbing his face between your hands, taking your time to admire the handsome man you lover was. The way time and pain have marked his face, tracing little wrinkles around his forehead and eyes. His strong arms were now holding you and keeping you safe, and that's how you wanted to remember your lover. Handsome, in love, and yours.
It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win. 
When you snuggled out of bed that morning, Reiner was still in deep sleep. Gentle snores filled the room and allowed you to dress up silently, packing the few thing you had left in his room. You took a second to observe him, as if you could photograph this moment with your pupils. The white sheets were messily covered his toned body, the bed still messy from the night before. You stared at him for a little longer, whispering a little "I love you" to him before leaving that apartment forever. Closing the door behind your back, you put the hood of your cloak on to cover your face - and wondered if he felt the same way 5 years ago, when he ran and never came back. If he felt the same ache in his heart, if he felt this much love for you - if he felt as a traitor.
It was too late to think look back now, as you put your new ODM gear on. Levi had been rehearsing the plan all day, everything was ready: Eren would signal the start of the counterattack.
Standing on the roof of a building, you observed the plan unravel swiftly, everything going according to plan.
"Everything okay?"
Jean carefully asked, noticing how you zoned out when Reiner crossed the stage. You shook your head weakly in response as you hoped with every fibre of your being he would not be Eren's aim. If Tybur was the main target of this campaign, why was Reiner even remotely involved?
Before you could even think twice about it, you were flying around buildings, fighting civilians and avoiding any stone Eren's titan would throw. You fought, you killed. The blood of civilian's that greeted you every morning and sold you the coffee you loved so much was now on your hands, and it was hard to ignore. It was hard to think that a more diplomatic approach wouldn't have solved things. Rushing to the airship to retire and follow the orders received from your superiors, you looked at Liberio for one last time. Scanning through the building, the smoke, the shots, you finally managed to catch a glimpse of the Armoured Titan. A bittersweet smile formed on your lips as you followed the titan's movements from above - it looked as beautiful as its owner, as crazy as this might have sounded. A chuckle escaped your lips as a tear streamed down your cheek, burning your skin as if your eyes were leaking acid.
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.
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theragethatisdesire · 10 months
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a girl is a gun masterlist - reiner x female!oc - 18+!!!
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so this one will likely remain on ao3, but i'll be adding it to my masterlist until i can bring myself to post the whole damn thing here because she's a BIG GIRL. but for any of my reiner lovers......please enjoy this angsty slow-burn. first chapter is pretty tame, but trust me, it gets worse lol
fic warnings: canon typical violence, eventual smut, swearing, a painfully slow burn romance lol, friends to lovers
fic summary: Evin Finley, "Marley's Military Princess", or at least, that what the papers call her, daughter of one of the highest-ranking Marleyan military officers and socialite sweetheart of Liberio, is no stranger to a secret. She may be the perfect young Marleyan woman on the outside, but when her forbidden childhood best friend returns from war, secrets begin bubbling to the surface. Evin's reminded of a double-life she once lived, under the cover of childhood secrecy, and more comes to light than she ever could have imagined.
chapter 1: girlhood rots between my teeth. a sickness so sweet, it aches.
chapter 2: my kind of rebirth tasted like blood.
chapter 3: half daughter, half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.
chapter 4: i am the bad daughter, the freedom fighter, the shaper of death masks.
chapter 5: everything i want to say, i swallow.
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keischreiber · 1 month
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Canonically, I feel like Reiner is the type to be apprehensive about using pet names for his significant other. He doesn't know when would be a good time to do it, would his partner like, is it something they'd prefer over calling them by name. Personally, I think he likes the way your name rolls off of his tongue. How something that, to him, was just a random name before but now holds so much meaning. Because it's your name.
Reiner is quite observant by nature so I think he's the type to watch people in passing. How maybe, walking through the streets of Liberio, he listens to people's conversations. Catches how couples seem open to such monikers and wonders just how he can also try it out.
Does he need to be casual about it and insert it into conversations; or should he just wait for you to bring it up, asking why he never calls you anything sweet or romantic. Reiner, I feel wouldn't want to upset you by calling you a particular pet name that you didn't like. So, I think he'd casually bring up a conversation that allows him to fish for some information.
He could site how people are so open about their relationships, and that he couldn't possibly do something like that. Trying to get a reaction out of you. And hopefully you'd question him about it so he could ask if you liked that sort of thing to, had any terms of endearment that you liked.
He knows that it shouldn't be complicated, but he's a man who has been met with so many rejections and disappointments that the last thing he wants is to disappoint you too, or be rejected by you for a simple mistake. He thinks about your comfort more than his own, because he feels it's the best way he can get his feelings across.
Maybe he thinks about it too much and just, during one of your busy mornings, it slips absentmindedly from his lips. Called you something other than your name. How naturally it left his lips that it caught you by surprise.
"What did you call me?" You'd ask, dumbfounded. And then he realizes that he slipped, possibly fucked up. God, his anxiety is setting in. You can see the discomfort on his face and hear him ask if you hated it.
Which you don't.
So his face lights up, obviously relieved that he hadn't disappointed you for being to comfortable. He can be silly at times, despite being each other's significant other, he's still so careful; afraid of risking your disapproval even if you've talked to him about things like, you're not always going to be on the same page at the start, but that doesn't mean you'd love him any less. That despite differences, love will always be present. He understands this, but sometimes, it's hard for him to wrap his head around it.
Then, you ask him, pulling him from his train of thought: "What do you want me to call you back?"
And he's stunned, always, that you were so considerate about him too. Giving him a choice, when majority of his life, he was given none. That the choices he made had put people in danger; that the only choice he could afford was the lesser of some evil. But you, you openly gave him a say, showed him how valid his points could be, how they make sense without endangering anyone. He appreciates you so much for it.
"Reiner. Just Reiner is enough." He tells you.
Because at the end of the day, no matter how sweet terms of endearments were... he wouldn't any form of it, coming from you. But if he were to choose, he'd want to hear his name roll off your tongue; given life by your voice.
Because for so long, to him, "Reiner" sounded like an obligation. His name attached to too many painful things. Responsibilities that he could never forgo, wrongs that could never be erased, a tool that was used over and over again, something that brought people he loved pain...
... but with you, it's different. His name felt like it meant something more. Something that wasn't as cursed as he initially thought. Something that was meant to be said, and cherished. Something that, when he hears you call for him... felt important, held significance—had meaning.
If it's you saying his name, why would he settle for a name that everyone already uses for everyone else?
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asideofweird33 · 2 months
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Chapter 1: Brief
Survivors. All those remaining, by chance, survived. Political outrage, civilian forfeit and the dark three years since the rumbling stole a lot for the twenty percent of the population who lived to see another day. The ship was landing, the queen would guide her cohorts and a new chapter would begin.
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Well within the walls did the wheels bring them to, and by nightfall there was a celebration to mark the anniversary of all branches of the military unifying under the land of Paradis.
A lone soldier, a warrior, a person once cast aside and laid with the burden that only he thought he could atone for. Sins were the tragedies he still couldn’t courage forgiveness; but it got easier. He had backup, he had been given another chance and now found himself strolling about the very place he once betrayed. The very place he felt that accepted him for who he was.
The land he prayed to return to, the land he wished for. The place he sought in his dreams when he would then awake in a dull bedroom in the midst of another war front for Marley. A once Vice Chief Braun was a Warrior, but at heart he was always a soldier. He had returned back to his own Fennario.
His heart lunged from his chest as he marched down the cobblestone road, aiming for something particular only to him when a boom burst through the air and exploded, but there was no fire. There were shouts, awe circumvented through the crowds that were placed by some kiosks along the streets.
The soldier’s leg gave in, his hand raising over to grab the vest buttoned over his chest as a rumble vibrated throughout the stoned walkway. Another, and his eyes shot up to see fire crackling in the air, falling, but not landing near him. His knee snapped in another direction opposing how he intended to send his boot down in, and another thunder of fire clapped and sparked above him. His hands flew over his head to block the flames from landing onto him, his breath hitching and forcing him to hold back from any release. His lungs started to burn, and he felt his cheeks flush red as he started to hurry toward his destination. Another crash of light and the screams of awe pierced him. Reflections along the buildings cast lights around crates and other abandoned festivities that had happened earlier in the day.
A celebration to fit for the anniversary. He felt his body inevitably lunge forward, and without thought his arms were hovering over the back of his neck at another crash. He couldn’t save himself this time- he couldn’t save anybody else. Mortality was an exceptionally odd thing to accept after these few years.
Did anyone tell him that there would be fireworks tonight?
There must’ve been a mistake when a hand so politely pressed against the knelt soldier’s body. There was no rush to hide from the line of fire, no trance of panic. To think, the only people running nearby were the pitter-patter of children’s shoes as sparks twinkled from sticks that were held in their hands.
No. He was stuck in the battlefront huddled in his mind. A gentle tug, and the man looked up to see a concerned brunette looking down at him. She had obviously taken notice of the blonde’s strange behavior and taken initiative.
No words, just a concerned look. She pulled her hand from his shoulder and instead, flipped her palm upward to the sky and held it pointedly in front of him. Another crackle, and he shuffled uncomfortably, his eyes shutting as he lurched his hand into hers. With another tug from her, he pulled himself up to his feet.
As we marched down to Fennario As we marched down to Fennario What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink The soldiers all marchin' before you-o? Sweet William is dead and he died for a maid The fairest maid in the are-o If ever I return, all your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the are-o Fennario. Fennario.
She spoke and told him to focus. His legs dragged behind her despite her stride being much shorter than his. His stomach churned, his temples throbbing in pain by how tightly he had shut his eyes through the works of fire in the sky.
He returned to the land that broke his heart. Returned. Except the flames that emptied within the nation in fury had turned into comical opposition. The flames flew into the stars beyond now, but then, they crashed and smoked the grounds he stepped on. He continued to lag behind in memories, but now at least there seemed to be a hand that would drag him out of the war zone.
A door shut, and before he could realize, he was sitting with a cup of tea cradled in his hands.
“I’m Janette.”
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iik1llz · 24 days
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𝜗℘ • Hello , once more. I’m looking for an aot rp, whether it’s a ship or platonic rp. I rp oc’s and canon characters , and i’d love to have someone to roleplay my favorite ships / characters with me.
ྀི • I don’t mind nsfw / smut but i’d like if there was a plot so that way it’s not all about the nsfw. I love fluff , angst , etc.
ꔛ 𓈒 • If we were to roleplay with my oc , i’d introduce him to you first. I’d love if we started all the way back while training to be a scout.
ೀ • The ships i like will be listed below , the characters i’m most familiar in playing will be highlighted in light blue.
Eren x Mikasa , Eren x Armin , Eren x Jean
Armin x Jean , Armin x Annie.
Mikasa x Annie , Mikasa x Sasha , Mikasa x Jean.
Reiner x Eren(?) , Erwin x Levi , And your suggestions.
Please comment on this post or DM me if interested , i would appreciate if you weren’t a one liner either , i may have barely started rping but i’d like to see how to write from you.
I only RP on discord , Which is @ hquntlui1.
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marleysfinest · 4 months
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wee woo wee woo I have done The Impossible and updated tears of titans for the first time since like JUNE or something but I feel I may have the bug back for it again........
on ao3 and wattpad!
Despite feeling like they were going to kill me, I stuffed the photographs beneath my pillow, deciding that I had to keep stealing glances at them, micro-dosing to hopefully build up some sort of immunity. Numbness. If I had reached point where something as simple as a photograph would be the cause of my undoing, I needed to work on it. I'd spent too many years building an armour - literally and figuratively - and I wasn't going to survive letting it slip away.
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