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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 2 years

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Spoils of War

Zeke Yeager x Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader

summary: as Levi’s partner, it should’ve been impossible for you to be kidnapped. he always made sure you were safe, ALWAYS. but the one time he lets you go a little too far from him? Reiner captures you and brings you back as intel for Marley, right into the enemy’s arms. more specifically, Zeke, who couldn’t help but want you for his own the second he laid eyes on you.

word count: 2574

a/n: I love my AOT men, and women, and enbies, and I canNOT be stopped. there’s gonna be 3 parts to this and y/n’s fate will be determined in part 3! this is my first smut fic EVER so I hope it’s enjoyed by someone out there 👀😏 reader is AFAB, warnings are: kidnapping, noncon, fingering, head (f receiving), some violence pre-smuttiness, bondage sorta, smoochin, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it folks), edging, creampie

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Zeke knew it from the start. Her ferocity, her desperation, her position, her strength. Had she been born in Marley, she undoubtedly would have been part of the warrior unit.

They had to bind her - feet, hands, and even a gag, but she bit through it before they fled.

All I could think about was Levi. I could see him flying through the air, the only thing setting him apart from the rest of the Scouts being his speed. He was equally as desperate to save me as I was to break free and get back to him. “Levi!!!” I screamed, and I saw his body pause midair. “I love you!” I didn’t think it was possible, but from my perspective, he was moving twice as fast as before I made my declaration. I’d never seen him ignore so many Titans, all to get to me. But it was no use. This Titan, this… Crawling Titan, was fast too, and my captors were too far ahead. I was out of strength, and when I finally stopped fighting, all I could do was wail. I knew this was the end for me. My life, as I knew it, was over. The love of my life, gone. My best friends, all dead. The hope for humanity’s future, left behind me as I was dragged away. I mourned it all, inconsolable, and Zeke Yeager, as Reiner had addressed him, only watched me.

There was something about knowing he took something so precious, right from under Levi’s nose, that made him eager to take even more from him. He decided that day that he was going to squeeze every bit of information out of her that he could, and he was going to make sure Levi never got her back - she was his now. To use as he pleased, because if Eldians in Marley weren’t seen as human, then Eldians from Paradis would be seen as even less.

When they escaped, Levi cried. He’d never cried for anyone before - it wasn’t in his nature. But he realized that she would never give up any useful information - she was too loyal to the Scouts. Her capture was essentially a death sentence. And her being the only person he’s ever loved, aside from his mother, of course, well… it was the only loss he couldn’t hide. He told Erwin to not let anyone bother him. He pushed his horse so hard on the ride back, the poor thing nearly collapsed when he got to the stables. She would’ve killed him for treating an animal that way. He would’ve called her a brat, but been more gentle with his horse the next day. He retired to his office, and within the hour had destroyed everything in there, save for important documents that he knew he’d lose his job for. He didn’t come out. He didn’t eat. He felt… empty.

For someone so… unpalatable, he didn’t know what drew him to her. There were plenty of people who were amiable like her, but for some reason, she brought light to him in a way no one else could. He didn’t see her as precious because she was fragile - he knew she was strong, but he also knew how hard she felt everything, and how she gave a hundred-and-ten percent to everything she did. She was the only addiction he ever planned on having, and to most people, being addicted to someone like her was healthy. Until the withdrawals hit.

Levi became even more reserved and bad-tempered, experimenting with his own special alcohol (he didn’t trust manufacturers not to poison their supply), and taking his pent up anger out on anyone who fucked up. To be fair, they would always deserve it, maybe just not… so severe.

None of that matters now, though, because I’m not in Paradis. I’m in Marley, wrists locked up, hanging from my chains which are bolted to a wall, as Zeke Yeager eyes me up and down hungrily. The first words he says to me are, “You have two paths. One… you cooperate. Marley will grant you full protections, as if you were a Warrior, and you’ll stay under my wing for extra protection. Two… you don’t cooperate, and I’ll do whatever I want with you, however I want, and nobody will stop me because you’ll be my property.” He pauses to step forward, tucking my hair behind my ear. “So beautiful… I already know what I’ll use you for.”

I spit in his face, grinning wildly when I see him rub it off in disgust. Admittedly, the smile does leave my face after he punches it in retaliation. Worth it. “Be careful, love. Your body doesn’t regenerate like mine, so I can’t guarantee I’ll remember to be gentle. I take it… you like the sound of option two?”

“Fuck you.” I say spitefully, my voice hoarse from the past several days.

His eyes glint. “A demonstration, then.” He grabs my legs, squeezing them tight enough that I can tell they’ll be bruised the next morning, and locks each one to the wall in metal cuffs that force my legs apart. He gets on his knees, and a shiver runs through my spine when I realize what I think he’s about to do.

“I understand that you and Captain Levi were in a relationship. Reiner told me as much. But when I was in Paradis, Levi tried to kill me - and that didn’t make me very happy, so now, I consider you my revenge project.” His hands slide up my legs slowly, making my skin tingle as he feels every inch of my body. I don’t want to give him any satisfaction, so I resolve to keep my face stone cold. He smiles at me. “You’re being so brave. It’s okay to let those walls down, you know.” His hands reach my skirt, and he easily rips it in half. He examines the sight before him, murmuring, “Levi never should’ve let you out of his sight.”

Zeke traces around my inner thighs, and my skin pebbles when I feel his breath on my core. He starts kissing my thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to my region. Right when he’s about to touch it, I try to twist and writhe as much as I can, grunting in pain against my shackles. He stares up at me, eyes glinting, and he chuckles. “A valiant effort.”

He grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing hard, and dives in head first, licking along my folds and easily pushing them apart with his nose to go deeper. I can’t control the gasp that flies out of my mouth, and the laughter that rumbles in his chest only sends more vibrations through my core.

“You’re so wet. Are you sure you’re not happy about this? About my holding you here and playing with your pussy?” I bite my lip, refusing to give him an answer, and he says, “I’ll just make things worse for you, then.”

He latches on to my sensitive clit, sucking on it, and as much as I’d hate to admit it, I can’t help but think, ‘Levi never did that.’ This man’s movements make me pant, and I hate it, I hate him-

“Ohhhh- fuck!” I moan when he shoves a finger inside me, curling it in just the right way.

“That’s right, just open up for me. You’re dripping, sweetheart. Did your Captain ever make you feel like this?” He adds a second digit and starts pumping in and out of me so slowly, you can hear my juices sliding around, his fingers coated in them. Each time he goes in, he curls his fingers, hitting my g spot with precision. His other hand leaves its previous home and finds purchase on my breast after sliding under my shirt. He squeezes it, finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

I’m shaking, doing everything I can to not let myself be carried away, but then he speeds up and a cry falls out of my mouth, my head tipping back. Zeke pauses his actions to laugh yet again, saying, “You’re not the first person I’ve done this to - albeit you are the first person I’ve done this to while you’re locked in chains - but if I were to guess correctly, you’re enjoying this.”

Zeke certainly is enjoying it. The girl is a quivering, shaking mess, like putty in his hands. Seeing the way her pussy is fluttering around his hand, just begging for some kind of movement, it’s enough to make his length harden under his pants. ‘Not yet,’ he tells himself. He adds a third finger, making her gasp again, and he groans. “You’re such a dainty little thing, and you’re all mine. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think straight, and then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you some more. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He slides his fingers out, then pushes them all the way in, eliciting another moan from her.

Fuck. “Levi…” I say, wishing it were him instead. No sooner have I said that than is Zeke’s hand gripping my chin. “Open your eyes.” Almost against my will, I obey. I see his icy blue ones boring into mine, and when he curls his fingers inside of me and I moan again, he kisses me, smothering my cry. “Say my name.” He squeezes my chin, curling his fingers again, and he swallows my moan with another kiss, saying, “Say Zeke.” He curls another time.

“Ah- Zeke!” I moan out, a tear falling from my eye, but he wipes it away, then lets go of my chin and reaches down to find my clit, rubbing circles on my sensitive bud as he picks up his pace inside me, pumping hard enough to hear my juices sloshing around his fingers.

“Look into my eyes. I want you to see the person who’s making you feel this good.”

I can feel a pressure building inside me as my pussy clenches around each thrust of his hand, and my walls are fluttering around him when I say, “Zeke, fuck, I’m gonna-“ And he slips his hand out of me with a squelch, another moan escaping my traitorous mouth.

He grins at me. “You’ve been a good girl, so I’m gonna reward you.” He holds his hand up to my mouth, the three digits covered in my slick pressing at my lips. I open, and he slides them in. I suck them clean, and he removes them, turning his attention to his pants. He unbuckles his belt, dropping it and his pants on the floor, and when he takes his underwear off, his cock springs forward, precum in a bead at the tip. Levi was definitely not that big. Zeke must see the look in my eyes, because he smiles, saccharine sweet, and says, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” He walks forward and his dick touches my stomach, but I ignore it because he kisses me again. This kiss is deep, and he bites my lip, and-

“Fuck!” I scream out when he shoves his dick completely inside me, bottoming out. He grabs my head with one hand and turns it down, forcing me to look as the head of his dick pokes out of my stomach.

“Do you see that? You were made for me. Do you like how I feel inside you?” He asks me, and when he lets go of my head, I nod dumbly. “Watch this, darling.” And I do, as he slowly slides his cock out of me, the entire time it’s sliding against the perfect spot inside of me. I see every inch of him, squeezed tight by my pussy, and tears prick in my eyes. I’m about to say his name again when he snaps back into me, and it falls off my lips in a scream. He does this several more times, saying, “That’s right - say my name.” I’m a whining and moaning and groaning mess as I feel him stretch me and unstretch me, skin slapping against skin, and his lips devour mine when he’s not listening for my obedient pleas, his name like a prayer.

I can feel him shaking, and he asks me, “Do you want to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I moan, unable to think of anything but him and his twitching cock, and the release he’s brought me near this whole time, but never quite let me reach, “Please.”

He grabs my breasts, massaging them in his hands, and says, “I will make you come undone exactly like this, however much you want. On one condition.”

I whine, trying to shake my body to get some feeling of his dick moving in me, but I listen, lower lip pouting in protest.

“Only I get to do this to you, for the rest of time. You’re mine, and mine only.” I see the look in his eyes, and I know saying yes to him means saying goodbye to any hope that I could ever go home. I don’t know if I ever would’ve been able to make it home anyway, though. I nod. Yes. I’m yours.

He fucks me with reckless abandon and I can’t do anything to stop the cries pouring out of me as he hits just the right angle every time, even when his movements become more sloppy, more erratic, and suddenly, I find that the building knot in my stomach erupts. “Zeke!!!” I cry, as my pleasure flows down around me in waves, my pussy clenching and unclenching around him, and I’m aware of his grunts and him unloading his seed into me, but I don’t care, because fuck, I’ve never felt this good before in my life.

We’re both left panting, coming down from our highs, and I hang my head, not strong enough to hold it up after Zeke sapping my energy. He pulls out of me, and I can feel his seed dripping from me, and can hear it hitting the floor.

In hindsight, ripping her skirt in half wasn’t a great idea, but Zeke doesn’t mind it. After he’s finished buckling up his pants again, he unlocks all of the chains keeping his new prize bound, and she stumbles into his arms, her legs too wobbly to stand. He laughs, but this time it’s warm. He unbuttons his shirt, tying it around her waist, then picks her up bridal style. “Don’t forget now, you’ve promised yourself to me. Don’t make trouble unless you want to be tortured for a few weeks before being murdered.” She only nods, and he stifles a chuckle when she falls asleep in his arms, his body heat combining with her exhaustion to lull her into a deep slumber.

He kicks at the cell door, and Reiner opens it. He takes one look at y/n’s limp body and immediately turns away, blushing fiercely. “Do me a favor and don’t ever tell me what occurred in there. Better yet, don’t ever remind me that this day occurred.”

Zeke grins, saying, “But how will I ever thank you for your wonderful gift? You have good taste, Reiner.”

Reiner plugs his ears. “She was my comrade for three years, Zeke! Don’t make me think about that, please. Just- go home. Magath already knows you were… interrogating her.”

Zeke shrugs to himself and does as Reiner suggests, not wanting to wake y/n up.

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ereawrites · 3 years

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Hush

reiner braun x reader

warnings: smut

wc: 8.4k

summary: reiner comes home, even if part of him doesn’t. who can blame you for wanting to offer him some comfort against all the fucked-up things he’s been through?

Late summers in Marley come with a dry, constant heat, the kind that lasts well into the night. After so many months of sun warming your room, even the stone walls can't keep it cool - you've never been good at sleeping in a hot room, and that's the excuse you use to forgive sneaking away to Reiner again. It's selfish. You're distracting him from the war, you worry, for the sake of a little comfort for him and a little peace for yourself. You shouldn't do it, but you do.

"You can't tell the others that I'm doing this.", he whispers against your bare collarbone, exposed by your own shaking fingers that have undone the first three buttons of your uniform. You try to guide his face back up to yours with a hand cupping his jaw. Reiner leans into your touch, but he doesn't move, instead pressing his forehead against the curve of your shoulder. A shaky breath tickles your skin, and it tells you everything you need to know.

When he first came home, no one saw him for weeks, not even the servants who took meals to his room - you caught them in the corridors, of course you did, if only to ask after the wellbeing of a comrade. Pieck eventually pulled you aside and told you, with pity shining in dull eyes, that they were putting him through tests. Psychological evaluations. From what she had left unsaid, you supposed that they were testing his loyalty more than his wellbeing. They decided that he was their most loyal warrior, and they rewarded him with more battles to fight.

Now, trembling beneath you, in a chair hastily shoved back from the desk in his room, you can see for yourself that Reiner is fractured. He's strong - so strong, not broken, not yet - but he is struggling and he is alone, even months later. You smooth your palms over the taut muscle of his shoulders. "I won't, I swear - no one even knows I'm here.". You've been sneaking to his quarters for months; only to speak, at first, to let him know that he doesn't have to bear the burden of Paradis quite so alone.

Although, to be fair, you've never went so far as to straddle him in a chair. You don't know how it happened, really. You had started off perched on the edge of his desk, and one second you were reaching out to cup his cheek -already too far, presuming too much and breaking too many rules in the name of comfort - and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him.

His voice is so small. "They can't know. They already think I'm weak, I- I am, I am weak, you can't-"

This time, you tilt his face up with insistent fingers under his chin. Even after everything, his brown eyes are still the same: sadder, maybe, and crinkled at the corners with a frown, but filled with the very same gentleness he's always regarded you with. "You're not weak, Reiner. You've been through so much, and you're still here, and you've been so brave. It's okay to let yourself feel things - right here, right now, okay? That doesn't make you weak, or selfish."

Reiner closes his eyes as if he's in pain. "...I'm selfish for doing this - being here. I should be out there in the field instead of letting my heart distract me again."

Again, he says, and it sends a jolt through your gut. They never let you find out what happened on the island - Reiner isn't ready to tell you, and you don't know he ever will be - but you're beginning to realise that the man beneath you is being torn apart by the things that happened to him, and the things he did, and the things he's doing now.

"Rei,", you say gently, tracing your thumb over his lips as you lean your forehead against his. "If you don't want me here, I'll go back to my room, and we don't have to speak about it again... Just say the word."

He sighs. For a moment, you think he's going to ask you to leave. As much as you want to believe that you're only here for him, only here to support him and do what he needs, you'd be lying to yourself. Your heart sinks. He picks it back up again with his hands coming to rest on the curve of your waist. "I do want you."

And you're going to tell him that you want him too, but all of a sudden he's kissing you.

Your body reacts before your mind can even catch up: you thread your hands into hair that's more grown out than he usually keeps it, all the way down to his nape, half pulling him closer and half pressing yourself further into him. Reiner lets out another small sigh, deep in his throat. The sound makes your knees go weak - god, you like him so much, too much, perhaps he's not the only one being selfish here - and your legs sink down until your weight is resting solely on his thighs. His hands instantly fly to splay over your back, one between your shoulders and the other just above your ass, and his palms are so big that he's anchoring you against him without even trying.

"I want you,", he repeats between kisses, "So much. For so long."

Something possesses you to slip your tongue into his mouth. You shouldn't do it - you should let him set the pace because this is about him, and - who are you really kidding? He holds you as if he's scared you'll leave, and you kiss him harder. For a few moments, you don't think about anything other than how good his mouth feels on yours, nothing at all. Every time you run your hands over his shoulders, he shudders as if you've sent an electric shock through him.

Reiner breaks away for air and you nearly whine - so embarrassing, but you realise you don't actually give a fuck. There's something in his eyes that seems scared. Scared you'll leave, or scared you don't want him. You're about to kiss him again before you register the faint taste of whiskey on your tongue. "You've been drinking?"

"A few hours ago. I thought you weren't going to come tonight. Helps me stop thinking about you so much.", he admits with a low voice. The expression on his face is almost nervous, as if he's worried you're going to be angry with him about it, but the confession has your heart racing faster than it has any right to. This is about him, you remind yourself; you're glad that his hair is longer now, because you can tug gently on it, making him tilt his head back and expose the column of his throat. It bobs with a thick swallow when you press the first soft kiss to the hollow beneath his Adam's apple. You don't reply to his words. You honestly don't think you can without crying.

There's no need to rush this. Your body screams for you to, but you've been harbouring these impossible feelings for the man underneath you for months - since before he left Marley, if you're to be truly honest - and you need to savour this and he needs gentleness. Slow, chaste kisses peppered across his neck, his jaw, even his shoulders through the material of his shirt. You ghost your nails down his nape and revel in the way his breath hitches slightly. Somewhere along the way, you realise just how closely you're pressed up to him: your chest is pushed hard against his, hips almost flush, and he's still holding you close. There's a tenderness in the embrace that makes your heart hurt all over again.

"Is this okay?', you ask - Reiner's breaths are coming slow and deep, and you can't get rid of the nagging concern that this might quickly become overwhelming for him. "Are you okay?"

He tips his head back down to level his gaze with yours, and the warm brown of his irises has all but melted away into the black of his pupils. "I want to... touch you."

"You can do anything you want to me, Rei.", your mouth says of its own accord, and you still really don't give a fuck about how shameful your lack of control is, because his grip tightens, and he makes a face like you've stabbed him. You're compelled to wipe the expression away with a quick, hot kiss, just barely dipping your tongue into his mouth before pulling away again. "Anything to make you feel good again."

It's a struggle to wrap your fingers around his thick wrist, but you just about manage it, and guide his hand up to the next button of your shirt. It isn't trembling so much now. The slightest tremor, still, but you half-suspect that's due to the careful, gentle awe that you see glinting in his eyes. Reiner mumbles your name as he starts to fumble with the button. "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself after this."

"I don't want you to.", you reply quietly. Quickly, you come the realisation that Reiner's struggle with the button must have been feigned for your comfort, because he has it - and the next one - popped open before you can even gasp in a quick breath. His lips chase his fingers, so, so soft, trailing down each new piece of skin he exposes (when did you start burning up?) and you find that you push back up on your knees instinctively; high enough for his mouth to be able to reach the space between your breasts and, god, it sends fireworks shooting up your spine.

You hardly pay attention to the last few buttons of your shirt being undone - Reiner's lips on your chest see to that, kissing slowly, almost reverently, around the curve of your chest, just underneath each breast and then back up to your collarbones. It's only now that you recall your decision not to wear a bra. It was already late when you left your room, past midnight, and you couldn't afford to be seen sneaking around looking as though you were dressed to actually go somewhere.

Besides, Reiner has never been disrespectful to you in any way, never leered at you like some of the other men in the compound. A simple cotton button-up and slacks had seemed the obvious choice. A bolt of worry flashes to the forefront of your mind: what if he thinks you only came here for sex? He means so much more to you than that, you don't want him to think-

His hands ground you. One has slipped beneath the material to rest on your bare waist. He's just brushing the skin, and he's staring at your lips, and he looks as if he's terrified and in awe and maybe something else, all at once. The fingers of his right hand play with the edge of your shirt. He has callouses on the pads of his fingers - a lifetime of too much work and not enough gentleness. This is about him, you remind yourself. You nod, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and then another, and he starts to slip the shirt away from your body.

Reiner whispers, "You're beautiful." against your neck before he's even looked at you. "So beautiful. Sometimes I think you're an angel." An already weak protest dies in your throat when he dips his head to start kissing your neck - real kisses this time, warmer and faster and with a hint of tongue, and although it pains you so much to release your grip on his hair, you do it so that your shirt can fall forgotten to the floor. "Too good for someone like me."

Hushing him comes easily, even if hearing his words is hard - you've spent months trying to soothe him and help him with words, so maybe now is the time to show him with actions instead. Reiner is the one who's too good for you, too good for this world in fact, a world that has done nothing but abuse him. You have to stop thinking and start feeling, both of you. He actually makes a tiny grunt of protest when you push his face away from your neck in order to peel his shirt away. It's selfish, you know, to run your palms up his abs and chest when you do it, just as it's selfish to stare shamelessly at his arms when he raises them to tug the shirt over his head, but Reiner catches you doing it and, for the first time in weeks, he smiles.

"You're beautiful too, Rei. I've thought so for a long time.", you say into a kiss that's already started. His hands are at your hips and your arms are wrapped around his neck, you're so close to him it hurts, so close you feel every last bit of self-control slipping away; he pulls you closer, kisses you harder, lets your tits press up against his bare chest. You kiss him until your lips are swollen and you're panting for air. No one's ever made you feel like this: so safe and whole and damn hot with just a little kissing.

Then, you adjust yourself in his lap, and you feel that he's half-hard in his pants. Honestly, you doubt your own underwear is in a much better state. Still, you can't help the way your breath hitches: Reiner's jaw tightens, probably because of the inadvertent friction, but you feel the heat spreading over your cheeks. You both want this, of course you do, but it's still shocking to feel the evidence of his arousal. And that's without even thinking about how big the bulge felt in that one little instant.

Reiner tugs you backwards by the hips and you're scared that he's become overwhelmed. He steadies you as soon as your ass is resting further down on his thighs, though - the loss of skin-to-skin contact draws a small whine from you - and starts kissing down your neck again, leads your hands to support yourself on his shoulders, and now his hands are on your tits. It starts off fairly slow. Not quite as gentle as before but the reverence is still evident. An angel, he said, and he touches you like you are one. He claims to be a monster but he treats you so well: licking at your collarbones and kissing your neck, swiping those calloused thumbs over your nipples until they harden, pinching so gently and just right, making the breath shoot out of you in a shuddering moan. The scolding he gives you sounds entirely absent. "Got to stay quiet, sweetheart. No one can know you're here."

"I-", forced to bite your lip when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, "Sorry. I know. Just - feels good."

"It's what you deserve."

God, Reiner makes you totally weak and he doesn't even seem to know it. His voice is quiet as ever. You always have to speak lowly when you're here, in case someone hears and they keep you from seeing him again - but it's dropped so low, and it's got just the littlest bit of rasp to it. He sounds desperate. You're pretty sure you can actually feel the dampness in your underwear now. Torn between sitting there and letting him play with your nipples for hours, and just unbuckling his belt right now and riding him in his desk chair, you're so close to becoming overstimulated and simply melting into his arms, but he makes the decision for you.

The way he leans even further down to wrap his lips around one nipple must be uncomfortable for him, he's so tall, taller than you even when you're sat on top of his thighs like this - he must enjoy it, though, because he groans lowly as his tongue swirls around it. You nearly have to clap your hand over your mouth to stifle a moan, and he clearly knows you're going to need extra support staying up, because his now free hand slides around to hold the base of your bare back. "Oh my God-", you hiss. You're almost certain you feel him smile again.

"Rei. Is it okay if I...", you manage to pant out, gesturing to the zipper of your slacks, after a few more minutes of indulgence - after seemingly being satisfied with the attention he gave one breast, he had switched to the other, making practically inaudible noises each time your hips canted against his broad thighs. One day, if he lets you do this again, maybe you'll ask him to let you get off on the hard muscle of his quads. You'd like to feel his arms around you as you fall apart.

His fingers slip just below your waistband. They're so, so close to where you need him, and your body is so hot, and Reiner's must be too because his pecs are starting to glisten with sweat. "Please.", as if he's on the verge of breaking with how much he wants you - it would sound conceited to believe, but you see the way he's looking at you, you feel the way he's touching you. It wouldn't be fair to deny him of the only emotion he's allowed himself in a long time.

Of course, he waits for you to nod your consent. Those warm, fractured, black-brown eyes swallow you up so much that your whole body is set ablaze as he slowly undoes the button of your trousers. You at least had the good sense to wear acceptable underwear, although you suspect Reiner will want that gone, too. He's seeming to grow harder with every bit of bare skin he manages to touch. As he drags the zipper down at a pace much too slow for your liking, he murmurs, stand up for me, sweetheart.

You do, in the space he makes for you between spread thighs, and the thought of being away from him right now is so unbearable, that you press your knees up against the chair to keep the closeness. Reiner looks up at you for a moment, cheeks a little red and lips a little swollen, before his eyes are on your body and your trousers are being tugged gently over the curve of your ass. The heat in your stomach grows even more intense when you literally see his mouth drop open at the sight of your underwear, and he blushes harder when your thighs are exposed; you're tensing them together to relieve some of the pressure, you realise, but Reiner's easily strong enough to get past that. He even leans down to caress your calves as he pushes the slacks the rest of the way off.

"I would have dressed up for you a little more, if I had known this was going to happen.", you half-giggle. It's been a long time since anyone has seen you like this. You're not exactly ashamed of the fact that there's most definitely a damp spot on your underwear - one that Reiner hasn't noticed, too preoccupied with kissing your lower stomach and squeezing your thighs - but it's an intense feeling, finally being in a moment that you've tried so hard to stop imagining. Reiner huffs a small laugh in return against your abdomen.

"You're stunning. In anything.", he says, just before he lays a kiss to your pussy through the material of your underwear. He must feel the wetness because he groans, too loud, and then he licks. You gasp. Even that small action feels so much better than your own fingers ever have. Visions fill your head: sitting on the edge of his desk, watching him eat you out, those huge hands holding your hips in place until the skin bruises, those beautiful eyes staring up from between your legs - he twines his fingers into yours, and brings them to the waistband of your underwear. You catch the hint right as he leans back into the chair again.

Stripping in front of him puts a lump in your throat. Rei is kind but he's huge, especially when he's spread out in his chair like that, with a sweat-slicked broad chest and thick thighs and a bulge that you worry might actually tear through his trousers, and you feel so vulnerable to do this just in front of him, where he can reach out and swallow you up at any moment. It's so incredibly hot. There's no need to put on a show. He watches you as though you're the most beautiful thing in the world anyway. You do it for him regardless, though, as well as you can. You take it slow, being sure to drag your hands over your thighs in a way that feels silly and sensual all at once. When the lace reaches your knees, his hand is there next to yours, and you take it for balance as you step out of your underwear completely.

"Fuck...", he remarks under his breath. His thumb traces absent circles over the back of your hand while he drinks in the sight of you. Perhaps it's because of the dim lighting, the room lit only by a few candles and a lamp in the corner, but you feel like he looks at you too hard, for too long, for someone who isn't supposed to care about you. Your stomach lurches and you feel your inner thighs begin to become wet. You won't take this from him, or yourself, not when the dark look in his eyes is making your pussy clench like this. He holds your hand the entire time he looks at you. "So pretty. C'mere."

Instantly, you're settling back on top of him. The fog in your mind means you don't even question how compliantly you react to his baritone. His left hand snakes around your back again to hold you steady, and you're not quite sure if your hand guides the other to your inner thighs, or if he does it of his own accord. Either way, he's ghosting calloused fingertips over the damp skin there as soon as you make yourself comfortable. "Ah- please.", you whimper.

Reiner probably doesn't mean to tease you, but you need him, you need something to touch you before you go insane. You plead with him again, saying his name this time, and he swallows thickly. The sound that leaves your mouth when he runs a finger up your slit is pitiful. He responds so well, though, repeating the action a few more times before he pulls his hand away. "You're so wet, god."

His voice is rougher than you could ever have imagined. Another clench of your pussy, and you see his eyes widen at the strings of wetness connecting his thick fingers. Your own tone comes out far too high and shaky. "You just - I can't help it, you make me feel... something, I don't know, I-", and it tapers off into a senseless whine when his fingers start to trace lines over your pussy again.

"Relax, angel. Gonna make you feel good like you deserve, I promise.". The reassurance is murmured between your breasts, where he's licking away the salty dampness rapidly collecting there - Reiner clearly wants all of you, every part of you, just as much as you want him. He keeps up the motion for a little longer, spreading your wetness around, until your clit swells up so much that it catches on his finger every time he passes over it. Each gentle bump drags another stifled gasp out of you. No one can know you're here, no one can know that Reiner's grabbing the flesh of your ass and rubbing your pussy, but he sure as hell doesn't make it easy for you.

This time, he doesn't run his finger straight over your clit. He stops moving as soon as your body reacts to the touch - he's right on the most sensitive part of you, and he presses with the smallest bit of pressure, just enough to have you grasping wildly at his shoulders for something to ground yourself on. You're so worked up that it feels more incredible than you would ever have imagined. He's so perfect and good to you, and he doesn't stop there: he begins to trace slow, steady circles directly onto your clit - your body jerks of its own accord, but his forearm around your waist is big and strong enough to pin your hips in place against his hand.

"Oh- Rei-", you moan. You definitely see his cock twitch. Maybe it's a trick of the light, but you're pretty sure you can see a considerable damp spot forming on his trousers, too.

"God. I always knew you'd sound pretty."

The rasped confession has your hips trying to buck again. Reiner's finger starts to move a little faster. The increased pleasure means you're faced with moaning too loud and getting caught, or finding some other way to occupy your mouth. You're panting when you ask, "You've... thought about doing this?"

"Yeah. Too much. I- I'm sorry-", Reiner admits as he mouths your nipples, sounding hardly sorry at all. You envision him fisting his cock to the thought of you right as his middle finger leaves your clit and pushes inside you to the first knuckle,"-I couldn't help myself, I never can around you."

"Shi- I think about you too.". Mewling, your upper body collapses so it's leaning against Reiner's strong torso, your lips against his temple, his head buried in your neck, his arm keeping you steady as he works his finger into you. Senseless blabbering is all you can manage, spilling your filthy secrets into his ear without an ounce of shame. "When I touch myself. I - oh-", turning your face into his hair when his finger catches on that sweet spot inside you, "- I think about you, I always imagine it's you, your fingers, your cock-"

His finger finally, finally is fully inside you, although Reiner is already eagerly pushing another into you; this one makes you feel the stretch, hot and full in a way that even three of your own fingers can never achieve. Shuddering, another moan of his name, clawing at his shoulders - your body welcomes him even if it's a difficulty, gushing more wetness onto his palm until he starts to scissor his large fingers inside of you, stretching you out until tears are pricking your eyes in protest of how good it feels.

"Wish we could do this where no one else could hear."-and so do you, you want Reiner to know just how good he's making you feel- "You sound so pretty. Do you... think you can take it..?", he mumbles, and you know he's talking about his cock, inside you - two of his fingers have you writhing, so the thought of his cock has your eyes rolling back in your head. He crooks his fingers onto your sweet spot right as you open your mouth, almost like he wants the risk of you being too loud and getting caught.

"Please, Reiner, I want to!", you respond a breathy whine, all of it rushing out of you at once before he can catch your g-spot again. You start to snake a hand into the cramped, hot space between your torsos. All you can think of is how good he'll feel when he's inside you. "Let me-"

"Not yet.", he groans, curling his fingers again, and again, not stopping, and he sounds genuinely authoritative for the first time. Your body goes weak, but you'd stop moving for him anyway. "Come on my fingers first. Wanna get you nice and wet before you take me, okay?"

"Fuck-", you cry. The motion on your most sensitive spot just isn't stopping, he's found where he wants to be - the callouses on his fingers are making the friction even more perfect, especially when he brings his thumb to retrace those slow circles on your clit. He keeps it steady for a few minutes - could be hours, or seconds, all you know is that it feels too good to care - and the pressure inside you is becoming something else. Reiner is taking his time with every motion, but that's exactly what's bringing you to the edge so fast. His fingers are so thick and the pressure on your clit is so good, that's it, you're starting to shake in the kind of way that leads up to an orgasm that makes you go blank in the head. You fold into the way he holds you and you let go.

Rei lets a strained grunt out. "That's it, come on, you're taking it so well. You're dripping onto my leg, that's exactly what I want, my angel.". So wet that he can feel it through his trousers, it's so humiliating and Reiner obviously loves it so much because he groans again when you start to clench on his fingers, picking up the pace of his movements and you can hear how wet you are and it must be all over his bare forearm-

"I'm gonna-", you try to warn him: he coaxes you into it, come on, please and you cum hard.

The behinds of your eyelids go white, or black, you have no way to tell. Your entire body feels weightless, grounded only by his arm around you, and his fingers must keep curling inside of you because the waves of pleasure don't stop, they just keep coming, hitting you until every part of your body is alight and molten for him, and you're very vaguely aware of your own hand covering your mouth. It takes longer to come down from it than it's ever taken you.

Then again, no one has ever ripped an orgasm that strong out of you.

"Are you okay?", Reiner asks. His fingers are no longer inside. He's rubbing soothing patterns into your inner thighs, and either your thighs are soaked or his hand is; your muscles feel like jelly, but you just about manage to support your own weight again, leaning back so you can look him in the eyes. There's wetness on your cheeks, maybe tears, and Reiner looks at you with clear concern through blown pupils. It's so endearing and sexy that you have to smile. It must relax him, given how he returns it with a soft one of his own - you notice marks on his lower lip, like he bit it to hold back a sound, perhaps.

You kiss him softly to soothe the pain, whispering into his mouth, "Can I have you inside, now, Rei?". His hands come to grip your waist hard. You know how you must sound to him: fucked out after his fingers alone, speech slurred and pitchy from the aftershocks of your orgasm, asking for his cock. And yet, he still waits for you.

"...Are you sure you want me?". You nod in response. He picks you up like you weigh nothing at all, not even letting out a breath of exertion, and your shaky legs wrap instinctively around him as he stands from the chair. For a moment, Rei just holds you there, kissing you with an indescribable, soft kind of intensity, letting you run your hands over the biceps and triceps that aren't even straining with the effort of holding you. His bed is close, but obviously too far away for him, so he places you down onto the edge of his desk. You separate from the kiss, only meaning to glance down to adjust yourself - falling off the desk would be a great way to kill the mood - when you see it.

"Oh - oh my god, the window is open..!"

It makes sense; he knows you don't like a hot room, he's kept his window open in the evenings ever since you told him that weeks ago. Why didn't you check? Everyone else should be asleep by now, but... Porco's room is so close to Reiner's, and if he's somehow awake with his own window open - you move to hop off the desk. Reiner cups your cheek in his hand, drawing your gaze back to him, and suddenly all thoughts about the stupid window disappear.

"It's okay.", he promises. "They won't hear if we're careful. I'm going to be so careful and slow with you, I swear."

God. You look down and you're reminded of exactly why you're so worked up - there is definitely a wet spot on his trousers, he must be leaking for you, and the thought of that cock slowly working you open drives you to start fumbling with his zipper. This is the first time your hands have been near that bulge and they look positively tiny in comparison. You worry if he's going to fit, briefly, but Reiner promised to be careful and you're more than ready for him. Without even bothering to fully remove his slacks and underwear - you just tug them down to his upper thighs - you're met with the full sight of him.

It's so much bigger than you would have thought, even generously, fuck; you're pretty sure your jaw actually drops when it springs free from his underwear, slapping against his taut abdomen. It's long, enough to make your mouth water, with a nice, prominent vein on the underside, but the most impressive part of him is the thickness. Even the head is fat, curved upwards somewhat, and he's leaking so much that a bead of precum rolls down his cock within seconds. You rip your eyes away to look up at him and, somehow, he looks embarrassed. You can't stand to see him like that, not when every part of him is so perfect and handsome, so you wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke gently.

Your fingers just barely touch around his girth. His precum slicks your palm, though, making it easy enough to set a nice, slow pace of pumping him, watching how his brow instantly furrows. "Holy shit - ah, use both hands, sweetheart, please -". Reiner doesn't need to ask twice: you spit into your other palm to offer him even more slick, then bring it to join the other, relishing in the choked gasp he makes. Even stroking him with two hands, there's so much of him you can't hold at once.

He's beautiful, you think, with gritted teeth and head thrown back. Right now, you could happily stroke him for as long as he wants, as long as he needs to spill himself all over your hands, but he only grants you a few short moments and a low hiss before he's carefully pulling your hands away.

After a kiss to the knuckles of each hand, he cups the back of your head and leans over you, bringing your back flat against the desk. "Lie back, just like that.", and your legs wrap around his waist without having to be told. There's the briefest flash in his eyes, a feral glint when you tug him closer using your thighs, but then it's gone, and he's tenderly holding your head so it doesn't rest directly on the hard wood of the desk. "Want you to look at me when I'm filling you up, okay? So I know you're okay. Can you do that for me?"

Reiner is going to fuck you, you realise. He really is going to be inside you. This isn't a dream, not the fantasy you have when you're touching yourself after returning to your own room. Reiner is above you, pumping his cock in his fist, staring at your aching cunt as he does it.

"Anything.", you whisper. He dips his head to kiss you once more, then props himself up on his elbow so he can watch your face. The first brush of his cock against your core has your hips bucking, rolling, rubbing yourself up and down his length like a bitch in heat, and he lets you do it, looking into your eyes and smiling when his cock head catches on your hole. Your ankles lace behind his back to pull him down onto you, just as his hips make the first small thrust, and suddenly he's inside you.

It can only be the first inch or so, maybe not even all of the head, but it hurts and you have to bite down on a cry of his name. It hurts and it feels amazing. Nothing has ever stretched you out so much, and you can feel yourself dripping, trying so hard to accommodate him, because your body needs him just as much as you want him; Reiner groans at the first spasm of your walls, much louder than he should be with an open window, but who gives a fuck if Porco hears - it hurts but you nod for him to keep pushing, go deeper, stretch you out around all of his cock.

Reiner begins to pant once he gets the second inch in, going slow for both of your sakes, sweat beading at his temples. "God, you're so - tight-", as he stuffs more into you, watching you whimper and watching your eyes roll into your skull, "-like you're..made for my cock, huh, fuck-"

His voice dissolves into a growl by the end. You roll your hips, all the way up off the desk, and the movement has even more of him inside you. "Oh." You moan, and you think you're tearing up again. Reiner kisses at the edge of your eyes. The sensation is so perfectly overwhelming, the slow drag of his cock as it threatens to split you open, and coupled with the sounds he's making on top of you you're in total bliss.

Both of you go on like that for a while, slowly rolling your hips against each other and stifling noises as well as you can. Marks left on his back by your nails can be hidden, and the red-hot kisses he peppers over your tear-streaked face will fade away. By the time the tight fight has stopped hurting - still intense, maybe too much, but only good - his hips are flush with yours, and he's completely still. His free hand yet again keeps your hips from bucking. You've done it, you realise. You've taken all of his cock and it feels incredible. But he won't move.

Reiner barely starts to speak before you're begging. "Does it feel good-"

"So good, Rei, so fucking good - you can start moving, please."

He doesn't need any further encouragement; the first thrust is shallow, slow, only pulling out a few inches before working his way back into you. Still, when his hips bump against yours again, there's a sharp flash inside of you and he's actually hitting your cervix, fuck, you gasp so loud that he has to muffle it with his tongue in your open mouth. He holds it there for a few seconds before repeating the motion, letting himself fall into a rhythm as you pant and sob into his mouth with each thrust, clutching desperately at his back while every thrust gets deeper. Within a few minutes, he's pulling out almost to the tip each time - only the thick head left to fill you - before slowly, slowly pushing back in.

"You're taking me so well, my angel.", Reiner praises through a ragged breath. Even fucking you slow, he's struggling to contain himself. "You feel so good around me."

"Then, go fa-faster, Reiner, please - I can take it, I promise, just-!"

His hips snap against yours like a gunshot and you're completely filled again in a heartbeat. Your cunt clenches around him as you moan, throwing your head back, and Reiner collapses onto you. His body covers you completely even as he keeps the weight off by leaning on his forearm, letting you feel the drag of your nipples against his skin when he stuffs you with his cock so quick again, he's kissing your jaw and now you have nothing to silence your cries with other than your own hand, heaving for breath through your fingers as he starts to rut into you. The fingers on your hip pull you against him every time he bottoms out, pushing his cock even deeper, and you think you feel him smile against your neck when you gasp, "God, you're so deep."

The faster, frantic pace means that the room is filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, especially when you ask him to go harder and stop holding back, Rei, because you can take everything he has to give you. That perfect curve near the head of his length keeps catching on your g-spot - Reiner knows how to find it, he's hitting it too often for it to be an accident, angling his hips just so and matching each of your moans with one of his own. He must get off on watching you come undone underneath him, falling apart on his cock, you think, because you feel him pulse inside you every time you brokenly sob his name.

"This what you need? Am I giving you what you want, huh, sweetheart?", he rasps and it's not demeaning or teasing, he means it, he really means it- "Am I making you feel as good as you deserve?"

A particularly deep thrust has your toes curling at his back. "'S so good, yeah, feels so good, wanted you for so long-"

Your speech is slurring from the shocks of pleasure he's sending through you. Between the jolts to your cervix, the constant pressure on your g-spot, the way his body is rubbing against your clit with each rapid thrust of his hips - his lips on your neck and his grunts in your ear - you're going to cum again, you tell him, and he shoves himself up off the desk to stand upright. The change in position has your legs falling away from his back, and you scramble pathetically to adjust your hips so his cock will be deeper again, but his hands catch your thighs and easily overpower you. Both forearms slip underneath your knees, so your legs are hanging over his arms, and his hands grab either side of your hips to slam you back onto his cock.

"Holy shit- you feel even tighter like this, does that feel good? C'mon, answer me, tell me it feels good, please-"

"Yes!", you sob, and you can't give him any more than that because having your legs raised means he's right on your g-spot: all you can do is stare up at him through bleary eyes and admire how good he looks. His abs clench with every thrust, and his arms look so big holding your legs up like that. God, you're so close, just a little more - you reach down to play with your clit but Reiner pushes your hand away and pleads, "No-" and one of his hands slips around your leg to find it himself. Of course he finds it, you're so swollen for him, and he's rolling it between two fingers before you can clap your palm back over your mouth. You all but squeal his name.

"That's it, sweetheart, that - that's it, fuck, clench around me, please, want you to cum again, wanna feel you cum on my cock-", he says. You just barely hear him through the pounding in your head and the sound of your own desperate panting, and god you want to please him, you'd do anything for him, this is all for him, remember, so even though you don't know if your body can handle it, you nod. You shove your own fingers into your mouth to keep yourself quiet, the ones that he was dripping precum over when you stroked his cock, and you let Reiner slam into your g-spot and rub and pinch your clit until you're coming again.

Reiner doesn't slow down, he doesn't stop toying with your clit, he keeps telling you how perfect you feel when you squeeze him like that - you somehow feel and hear it all even though you can't understand anything other than the fire spreading through your nerves and into your limbs, consuming every part of you as he keeps fucking you - it's so intense that it doesn't last more than a few seconds, it can't, it's too much, you're starting to drool around your fingers when you come down - and then he tells you he's close in the loudest moan you've heard yet, and you're coming again-

You come back to your senses trembling, boneless and crying with pleasure. "Gonna cum for you.", he says, pressing down on where his cock bulges through your stomach. "You did so well for me.", and it takes everything you have to reach out for him. Reiner pushes your legs down to your chest so he can interlace his fingers with yours: you're almost sure you're still coming because your body spasms under him, your throat constricting in a soundless cry, but you don't take your eyes off him. He keeps you safe in his gaze for the final few thrusts, and then he takes your hand down with his as he pulls out, and together you stroke his cock so he can spill himself all over your stomach.

There's so much, you dully register. You don't watch because you're too caught up in his face, how his brow finally relaxes and his lips part so nicely, how he looks so at peace and so happy. You don't watch but you definitely feel his cum on your body. It's all over your stomach and chest by the time he finally stops stroking, finally opens his eyes again. It's strange: he must have fucked you so silly that you think he's looking at you like man in love.

A man in love, and covered in sweat, and exhausted. You smile despite yourself. "'S heavy. Get off."

Reiner lays a kiss to your forehead before doing as you say, leaving you to close your eyes and recover on the desk. He has a washbasin in the corner, you recall, when you hear the noise of water: he must be cleaning himself off. Then, the sound of footsteps, coming back towards you. He sounds tired and hesitant when he says, "...Do you want me to clean you...?"

For some reason, you blush. You've just had sex with Reiner - for his sake, you remind yourself, to let him know that it's okay to feel things again - and yet you're embarrassed over that simple offer. Then again, you only came here tonight to talk, to offer him some comfort on a day that you suspected had been a bad one. Sex is one thing: against the rules, but forgivable, a way for him to get rid of some of his frustrations and get his mind back on the mission. That's what you'll tell them, if they ever come asking. The intimacy of cleaning each other is a different matter entirely.

But no one ever has to know. Neither of you will ever tell the others that you're doing this, right? "Please.", you whisper, and you keep your eyes closed as if it makes it okay. Your brain is still heavy and fogged, but you don't miss how carefully and tenderly he touches you as he wipes you down - such a big man, being so gentle with you even now. You wouldn't blame him for asking you to leave now. In all good sense, this was a mistake, one that neither of you should speak of again, and it's in both of your best interests to move on as fast as possible. He won't have to know when you remember this night when you-

Reiner calls your name, and you reluctantly open your eyes. It's selfish, but you don't want this to end. He must have finished cleaning you and discarded of the washcloth, because he's already changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants, and he's holding up a shirt to you. You take it with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, Reiner. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have come onto you. I've put you in a bad position and I really am sorry. I won't tell anyone that this happened.". The words pain you to say, but you know that you should apologise, and you give him a sad smile as you pull the shirt over your head. It's only when you catch the scent that you realise that this isn't your shirt - it's his. The questioning look you shoot him when your head pops out is met with a hand offered to you.

"I... meant what I said about wanting you. Not just for sex.", he says, although he looks scared to say it. "You mean more to me than that, you know. You make me feel like I'm more than what I've done. I know it's wrong, but-"

"-it's not wrong!", you blurt, and Reiner's eyes widen like he was expecting you to agree with him. "You are more than what you had to do, okay? I promise. To me, none of that matters, because I know you're a good person at heart. All of us know it."

That little interjection is exactly what you've been telling him for months. This might be the first time he looks as though he's beginning to believe it. You take his hand, smiling as much as you can even though you're still fighting the shame of what you just did, and Reiner says, "Stay here for a few hours - please. You'll sleep better, my room isn't as warm. Go back to your room before wakeup call. No one has to know.". He leads you to the bed and he lets you hold him, and you pretend that you don't hear him crying when he thinks you're asleep, or how he whispers that he thinks he might be in love.

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The Other Side Of The Sea

Chapter 1: Captivity

Summary: It had been some time that passed since the warrior's betrayal, and the aftermath still continues to sting some of the scouts, even after their departure. After an unexpected visit back to the island of Paradis, an uninvited guest becomes their hostage, and the warriors must decide if she should live under the condition she works for them and Marley, or does she choose to remain loyal to Paradis.

Characters: Reiner Braun, Zeke Yeager, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reader, Porco Galliard, OC (Evelyn Laurel), Pieck Finger, mentions of Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackermann, Armin Arlert, Erwin Smith, and Levi Ackermann. More characters will be mentioned as the story progresses.

Word count: 7,000+

Warnings: Mental health issues, canon-typical violence, mentions of character death, eventual smut (will get into specifics if and when we cross that bridge), implied smut tho, modern-ish AU (use of modern-day tech), there is still war. NO USE OF Y/N.

Hellllooooo. This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so please bare with me on this treacherous journey. I want to be able to write something that everyone is able to follow and enjoys reading. I’ve never been much of a writer (I journal for my mental health tho) but creatively writing???? Nahhh. But Attack on Titan is the first ever fandom I’ve ever started writing for, and I hope you all enjoy! I thoroughly enjoy feedback as well.

I need to disclose that the eventual smut will be between Reiner and Reader, and implied smut between Porco and OC — OC works for the Marley Military Research and Development Department, and because this is pre-titans, Porco and OC are fooling around, nothing serious though. I don’t know if I need to disclose that they’re not the main focus of the story? Just a fun little thing on the side though, but I have big plans for OC in the future if the story progresses.

Out on the deserts of Paradis, Reiner had to see your body get dragged from across the empty dry land that once used to be a base for the Scouts of Paradis. He was wary that there would be others. There had to. You couldn’t possibly be here all by yourself, miles away from the Walls. In the pit of his stomach, anxiety started to build up - the threat of his sins coming back to haunt him.

Annie brought you into the helicopter, face stoic as she dragged your limp body across the dirt from the bushes in the forest nearby. Somewhere deep, she couldn’t help but feel some remorse, having you be knocked out at her mercy. She had signed up to do a quick loading of an arm dealing into a cargo helicopter. Not run into someone from a past she wanted to forget.

She had caught a glimpse of your hair disappearing behind some bushes before telling Zeke she’d be back. Zeke watched her from afar, trusting her enough to understand that something must have happened for her to wander off. To everyone’s surprise, she had brought you in.

“You may go to Paradis, there are a couple of soldiers working within the Walls who are working with us in providing us arms,” Zeke remembered General Magath saying, “if you encounter anyone who is not working with us nor with the MP, bring them in for interrogation.”

Zeke eyed your body from inside the helicopter, a sense of relief settling in. Yet, an uneasy feeling forming at the possibility that there would be more of you lurking in the shadows, watching all of this unfold.

“We have the cargo loaded. And we’ll take her in for interrogation. Prepare for take off!” He called out to Reiner. “Bertolt, strap her up.” Bertolt complied.

Reiner sighed, a headache in the works of starting, and ignited the engines. This is not what he signed up for.

Fuck. This has probably been the biggest headache you’ve ever received as you started to gain your conscience. You opened your eyes and didn’t recognize the small claustrophobic cell you were in. A small groan formed at the base of your throat as you started to sit up from the pain in your ribs and head.

The last thing you remembered was being in the southernmost region on Paradis, overhearing the Military Police say something about missing weapons possibly being linked to missing soldiers and the chances of rogues outside the walls being the cause of this. But you never expected to know that there was more than what was hearsay. You were snooping around to confirm your suspicions, and later tell Erwin to bring your group. You weren’t being careless, but if this was just a case of rogues just messing around with a couple of soldiers and taking arms, then this wasn’t something to be on high alert about.

Little did you know, you’d see Annie for a split second before seeing darkness, with faint glimpses of being inside a helicopter, seeing a blonde bearded man and a much mature-looking Bertolt.

You closed your eyes as you rested against the wall behind you - your mind racing with a million little thoughts per second. You never expected to see two of the three traitors that broke your heart.

Rooting for their success, helping them be the best soldiers they could be, seeing their growth — all for them to throw it all away, and worse, to want the downfall of you and everyone you thought they ever cared about.

You felt sick. You shriveled up between your knees holding your head between your hands, massaging the headache and pain away to hold in the sickness from spilling out. Thank the heavens you saw a bucket and a toilet from your peripheral vision. In this dark claustrophobic room, you caught a camera tucked away in a corner, a faint red light blinking.

Sigh. You closed your eyes as they started to feel heavy again and held yourself in a fetus position on the mattress, wondering who was behind that little camera. The last thing you needed was an audience as you crawled your way and barfed into the toilet.

You tried to gag everything out before you stood up, using the wall for support, and took mental notes of the cell you were in. Still in pain from Annie’s, you couldn’t move much, but needed to see if there was anything you could use here as leverage and come up with something.

In this small 8 by 6 foot cell, there was nothing you could use or take. A bucket, a stiff mattress, a steel sink with no mirror, and a toilet. You walked over to the sink to wash away the remains of your puke that lingered around your mouth.

In a desperate act to come up with a plan, you thought about bringing the action to you. And if you were honest, you hated having to wait until someone came on their own accord. You needed a reaction now, needed to speak to someone now.

So you lingered around the sink and put on your performance - slightly bobbing your head, swaying the headache away, and lightly rolling on your heels back and forth, until the only thing to do was to fall backwards and collapse in the hopes that someone in that little black box saw.

—

The lab was unusually quiet. There were usually murmurs of bubbles popping as chemicals boiled in small containers a couple of tables away waiting for their moment to be used, or the sound of the clock against the wall ticking the seconds away. Evelyn looked around, wondering why - although comfortably quiet - she felt something was off about the silence.

She was getting a headache already from reading the documents she received from Zeke and the higher-ups regarding the newest biotechnology that the other nations were developing. She didn’t have a big role in the military when it came to strategizing, but she was a biochemist in the science and medical department; helping bring Marley up to par. It was fucking exhausting.

Always reading. Always thinking. Always conceiving.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Evelyn looked up from the papers she was reading. She recognized the slicked-back dirty-blonde-haired man sitting against the table - eating an apple?

“You can’t eat in the lab.”

He sized her up with his eyes and cocked his head to the side, taking a moment before taking another bite. “I’ve eaten other things here before.”

She sighed again. She was rubbing her temples at this point, but his innuendo was widely appealing. He liked a little chase and she liked playing along, needing a minute to be away from these papers. But these were important research documents. “What do you want?”

He grinned at her, “a lot of things, actually.” She rolled her eyes. “But actually—“ another bite, and he started between chews, “Zeke as—”.

“Hold on,” she interrupted, “throw away the apple.”

“Oh. Right.” As he hopped off to search for the nearest trash can, Evelyn looked at the way he hopped off the table from where he was sitting, walking to the bin, looking inside the bin, and examining the bin as if there was a correct way to drop an apple in it. How his neck craned and how he frowned when he dropped the apple. How the small hairs from behind his neck led to his undercut, and to his silky hair on top.

She had to give it to him. The man had really nice, and thick hair. She loved how it felt between her fingers on days he would lay against her. Especially on days when he’s been between her thighs - when she runs her hands between his locks of hair and –

“Did you hear me?” He lifted an eyebrow.

“Mhmm.” She hummed. She started thinking happy thoughts of forbidden nights they would spend together.

“What did I say?” He challenged.

She rolled her eyes again. At this point, he had moved closer to her. This was to her liking. “Zeke asked you to meet tonight with the rest of the warriors from your unit. Something about a capture that was made - you don’t have specifics, but…” she spread her legs from where she was sitting, inviting him to stand between her legs, which he happily obliged, “that also means we won’t be able to hang out tonight.” Evelyn looked up at him through thick eyelashes and heavy eyes he loved so much.

He smirked and looked away to bite his lower lip. Gotcha.

“Such a shame - really,” she scooted backward and got up, slowly passing a hand over his thighs. “I was looking forward to something exciting tonight,” she whispered. “You know how I like to end my nights,” she winked.

“Oh?” She could tell he was getting excited. He looked at her with heavy eyes and another small but growing smirk, mentally thinking of sinful positions he would have her in his bed to have her look up at him through those thick eyelashes he loves so much.

She shrugged. “Oh well. Catch ya next time, Galliard. Move.” She said as she gathered her documents to leave to her room to take a shower and possibly go out for the night.

His grin faded, and she knew she was going to leave him in agony throughout this meeting. Good.

She left, but not before hearing a fist to a table and a very faintly “fucking tease”.

She loved getting him frustrated. Oh, how it quickly turned into an entertaining evening.

—

“Pieck. Bertolt.” Zeke welcomed the first warriors to arrive at his meeting. “Find a seat, we’ll get started soon.”

“What's this about?” Pieck asked with a small smile as she started to lay on the sofa.

“We captured someone from Paradis.” Bertolt started to sit down as he answered. She lifted an eyebrow in surprise. He inhales to contemplate if he should say the next thing. “A…” he stops and tries again, “someone Reiner, Annie and I used to train with, during our days in the walls.”

“Oh?” Pieck eyed Zeke.

Zeke quietly nodded from the other end of the table as he looked down, looking for his words. “We’re hoping to interrogate her. But I need everyone’s input on how to get her talking. She could be of use.”

“Reiner interacted with her the most, maybe he has some ideas.”

“Of course he did.”

“Of course I did what?” Reiner's deep voice filled the room as he started to come into the War Chief’s room, Porco and Annie trailing behind.

“Reiner. Porco. Annie. Great timing,” Zeke roosed. Pieck gave a polite smile. “Find a seat. We’re exploring how we’re going to get our captive to talk. Bertolt, if you don’t mind.” Zeke points to the chalkboard, signaling him to take notes, as the appointed note taker in the room.

“Bertolt was just saying how you were the one who mostly interacted with her,” Pieck reiterates from her relaxed position. “What is she like? Maybe that will help us maneuver the conversation in our favor.”

At Pieck’s words, Reiner looked down to silently inhale deeply, and to his relief, no one noticed. He didn’t want to remember anything about you—to his relief, everyone was too busy listening to Zeke’s next words: “Exactly. If we’re able to understand her a bit better than what’s on paper, maybe we can find some leverage in having her help Marley. After the plans for the Mid-East, I’m looking at Paradis again.”

Everyone’s eyes were now on Zeke. Paradis was a touchy subject, especially for Porco - having lost his brother, Marcel, in the infiltration of Paradis. “I know the last time we had plans for Paradis, things didn’t go accordingly, but I’m planning things–”

“No, absolutely not,” Porco began. Everyone could hear Porco’s slight hurt in his voice - him being the one who was mostly affected after having lost his one and only brother. He had taken a week off from Military Duty mourning his brother. It was the most unstable state of being everyone had ever seen Porco be, and his death continues to hurt him, despite the years passing. “What plans do we have in Paradis?” He asked.

He chuckled, “I want nothing to do with those spawn of devils and I do NOT want to be interacting with any of them, much less have those island devils be in my fucking homeland. Fuuuuck that. No.” He shakes his head

“Porco–”

“Naw,” he continued. He kept shaking his head, taking a breath to calm himself down, but the more he talked, the more revved up he got. “The last time we did anything to take over Paradis, Marcel fucking died, and we all know how that turned out. And Reiner’s incopetent leadership after had us lose everything we ever built up to in a matter fucking seconds. I suggest you–”

“First Lieutenant Porco Galliard of the Warrior Unit, last time I checked I was War Chief and Captain of the Warrior Unit in this command room.” Zeke glared. “I suggest you show some respect to Reiner Braun, your Vice Captain of the Warrior Unit.”

There was an obvious look of frustration on Porco’s face as he balled his fists on the table, but he eventually settled. Who could blame him? “Fucking fine.” He hated that his brother had to die, but Reiner was awarded with a new title upon re-entering Marley? It didn’t seem fair. It wasn’t fair.

“A shame that Marcel died, truly,” Zeke started, “but was it not for Reiner, we wouldn’t have found Paradis’ best kept secret underground, their natural resources that are only kept in that island. We need her alive to interrogate her and exploit that along with the possibility of working together for future purposes.”

“How do you suggest that by keeping her alive, she’ll give us any indication of where to look for these natural resources?” Annie asked. “Sorry, but, I don’t see the point in having her around if all we want are Paradis’s natural resources, and I doubt she’ll want to work with us, given she’s highly loyal to not only Paradis but to Erwin Smith too, the Scouts’ commander. Since Reiner already found out where it's being kept, is it just a matter of poking a hole somewhere in that island and calling it a day?”

Reiner kept quiet, frowning at the thought of his former commander Erwin, and knowing, too, that you would be difficult to work with if you were loyal to him deeper than being a good soldier.

“I may also not be understanding this, but I also don’t see the benefit of these natural resources in and of itself, and how this will help Marley,” Reiner added. Although a genuine thought, he hoped this tangent would help keep Zeke’s mind occupied to prevent him from answering Pieck’s earlier question. He didn’t want to remember you, much less interact with you. You were a ghost of his past, and he hated that you were back to haunt him.

Zeke deeply inhaled, a headache in the works from being tired of everyone asking questions, “I brought you all in to come up with ideas to get our captive to open up, not to question me of our future plans. Braun, I believe Pieck asked you how our captive us like. If you don’t mind.”

Reiner’s face remains unreadable, but deep down he hated his luck just as he thought about how he wouldn’t have to talk about you. His chest began to feel heavy, toying with his thumbs underneath the table to not let on about his swelling anxiety.

“She…” he started. He thought about the first time he met you. And the memories you two shared. He thought about the times you’ve made an impression on him, and the mental notes he took about you. “She’s dangerous. I’ve heard she works under the Scouts Commander Erwin Smith as his spy, but this was years ago, I’m not sure if things have changed. She's highly manipulative, has a tendency to blend in the crowd – almost like a chameleon. She has this robotic laser-like focus when it comes to missions, never straying from the purpose. But, she’s also receptive. Highly. Like she’s aware of the energy from a room. I’ve seen her in action and heard about her solo missions, she works better solo. She can be stubborn at times. She’s annoying to read; she’ll be joking one moment and serious the next.”

There was silence, except for Bertolt who was writing on the chalkboard. Reiner began to feel self-conscious, did he speak too much? It shouldn’t have been too much, they needed the intel on you to figure out how to get you talking, right?

“Hm.”

Zeke looked down, smoothing his beard, taking this into consideration. “Anything good about her?”

Reiner thought about it for a moment. “Can’t really say,” he lied. “I didn’t know her well enough like that.”

“Then we kill her,” Porco suggested.

Reiner side-eyed him.

He shrugged, arms crossed, “If there’s nothing we can do, and she has nothing to offer, then we kill her.” He looked at Zeke for approval, looking for a finalization in his plan. Not just Porco, but everyone as well.

Zeke hesitated for a moment.

Reiner’s heart began to race, he could feel his hands start to get clammy. Sure, he didn’t really have anything good to say that was appropriate to mention, and he sure didn't want to see you again, but he didn’t want more blood shed in his hands. He just wanted you to leave. To leave his homeland and his sight, not to die. He thought up of things to say that may reverse the action, but nothing would come out from his mouth.

“I agree with Reiner, she’s highly receptive. She learns quickly.”

They all look at Annie. Bertolt underlines and circles “RECEPTIVE” written on the board.

“We’ve sparred before, she caught on to my techniques, and we’ve ended on ties multiple times. There was a time where she caught on to what the weather would look like for the day depending on how Bertolt would wake up on days she’d come in. We can use her training as a spy as leverage. She has access to the Military Police and the Survey Corps alike. We can use her for Marley, if she lets herself.”

Pieck nods. “Wait, I love that. We can have you or Reiner interrogate her, maybe she’ll open up. We know she can be manipulative, but know–”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Colt barges in, eyes wide, “But the captive just fainted in front of the sink, I think the anesthesia has made her sick.”

Zeke let out a deep breath, having to deal with another minor inconvenience, “Please get Evelyn on stand-by,” he tells Colt. “Unfortunately, our meeting will have to be cut. I will notify you all when our next meeting will be held. In the meantime, Annie, Reiner – decide who will be the one to interrogate her tomorrow morning. You all are dismissed.”

Everyone starts to head for the door after Zeke leaves the room, all except Reiner, who’s contemplating in his silence. Annie lingers by the door, and sighs, “I’m not talking to her.”

“But–” Too late. She closed the door behind her, leaving Reiner behind with his thoughts.

Fuck.

—-

Reiner didn’t know how long he spent alone in the dark long after the motion sensing lights turned off, but it must have been a long enough time, because by the time he took notice of the darkness, his breathing had calmed down. His thoughts were busy with the thoughts of you. Why did you have to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? Reiner knew he was someone who internalized things, someone who kept internal monologues to himself as he observed and consumed. It wasn’t helpful, and he knew he needed help. Maybe when all of this is done, after he’s done with the Warrior Unit, after he’s passed on the title of Vice Commander, would he consider it.

He groaned as he got up to stretch and leave for his quarters, where he plopped on his bed to sleep. But he knew his sleep would be plagued by nightmares of you. He wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. Or at least wake up in a cold sweat if he tried. He was sure of it. But still, he needed to rest his eyes for a bit, at least for a little while.

And he almost rested, until he heard his phone ring. He looked puzzled at the caller ID that was calling him. It was Evelyn. He thought she was calling to complain about Zeke. Or that it would be an early booty call. He sighed and brought up the phone to his ear as he answered.

“Hey.”

There were murmurs on the other line, voices of other people he couldn’t quite distinguish. But there was a conversation. Was this a butt dial?

“Hello?” He tried again.

“Where are you going?” He heard Evelyn ask faintly on the other line, almost like she was far away. “Where are you taking Zeke?”

“Oh my gosh, do you ever shut up? Just show me where the nearest exit is.” That voice.

“You’re a dumb-ass bitch if you think I’m gonna show you where—“ Evelyn began, but Reiner didn’t have time to process everything all at once, he heard a gunshot and a scream on the other line of the call. He got up and started running towards your cell in the basement. He was still silently on the line, hoping Evelyn would still be alive to give him cues about their location.

“You CUNT!”

“Watch it hun, or he’s gonna get it this time.”

C’mon Evelyn, more cues…, Reiner thought. He was getting desperate, and started heading down to the first floor, hoping to run into someone he knew.

“Turn to the right, you’ll find the southern staircase to the first floor.” Bingo. “Once we’re upstairs, just leave Zeke alone, and I’ll take you with me outside of Libero. He won’t be of use outside of the Internment Zone.”

Reiner texted Porco to meet him by the southern staircase, you’ve knocked Zeke out and taken him and Evelyn hostage.

“I find that hard to believe,” Reiner heard you say. “I thought he’s War Chief.”

He didn’t listen to the rest of the bickering though, by this time he was set on finding you, Zeke, and Evelyn. He was running like a madman getting to the other side of the building. He finally met with Porco, running alongside him.

“I’ll take her down, just take Zeke and Evelyn to a safe place, I know how she can be.”

“How did Zeke get knocked out?” Porco asked, baffled.

“I don’t know.”

It wasn’t until they finally arrived to the southern side of the building that Reiner finally clashed into you, knocking the handgun off from your hands, and an unconscious Zeke falling in the arms of Porco just in time.

Evelyn yelped, not expecting the clash but feeling an extreme amount of pressure being taken off from her shoulders once she saw Reiner had caught on to her clues.

“C’mon!” Porco ushered Evelyn to leave with him with Zeke on his back.

“He’s badly wounded, I think she hit him. I don’t know how any of this happened. Colt is left unconscious by the cell too!”

“Hey, hey, let’s not worry about that — let’s get you and him out of here first. I’ll come back for Colt.” He assured her. “Reiner! I’ll be back!“ he called over his shoulder.

But Reiner didn’t catch any of that. Because when he tackled you, he didn’t realize that he tackled you into a break room—and that was unfortunate for many reasons.

There were shards of glass on the floor from the window of the broken door that was tackled open, and he saw you take a large fragment as you circled your way behind a table to oppose him. You both slowly got up and examined each other, waiting for the other person to make their next move.

“Reiner.” You coyly smiled.

He couldn’t return the smile however. “Long time, no see.”

“You’ve gotten handsome.” That caught him off guard. The more there was prolonged eye contact, the more he noticed the menace behind those eyes of yours. Reiner didn’t know if it excited him or terrified him.

“Are you saying I wasn’t handsome before?” He entertained your teasing. He truly didn’t care what you had to say next.

“Mmm. Let’s just say there’s a big improvement.”

You each circled each other from across the table, watching for each other’s next moves. He chuckled at his next words. “Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s improved.”

You chuckled too, catching on to his poorly delivered line and turning it into an innuendo. “Oh thank god, I would sure hope so.”

Now he’s annoyed, wanting to comment on your looks too but somehow turning it into a dick joke.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered and annoyed Reiner.”

He looked at you, trying to read your mischievous expression. You still held your glass fragment in hand, moving around the table like a cat—graceful, calculated, feminine, in a black suit he assumed was the new Scouts uniform. He’ll admit it, and this was no time for it, but there’s some sort of excitement and horror having you alive and breathing across of him.

“It’s too bad you’re a traitor.”

“And you’re a devil.”

You rolled your eyes. Original. “Is that the only insult you can come up with?”

He smirked, “If it’s degradation you want, I’ll give you degradation.”

That honestly took you by surprise, not expecting Reiner to ever fully deliver a line like that and made you stop in your tracks. At this moment, Reiner noticed you stop and was going in for a move.

Bu you threw the fragment of glass in his direction the moment you saw him move, hoping to knick him in the cheek a bit to catch him off-guard before sliding across the table and lifting yourself off from it to catch his neck between your thighs and swing yourself to the top of his shoulders. You remembered how strong he was, and maybe took a small trip to memory lane, until you swung yourself forward, throwing him in a front flip with your momentum where his lower back collided with the table in-front of him.

Reiner let out a loud pained grunt from the landing.

“Ouch, indeed.” You said as you got on top of his chest, preventing him from getting up. “Now, what do I have to do to leave this place?”

He huffed and took deep breaths for a couple of seconds. “I can think of a few things,” he groaned out after a while.

He used what minimal strength he had to grab a different shard of glass from the floor and catch you by surprise as he flipped you over, where the roles were now reversed. You were on your stomach and Reiner had his knee on your back with a hand pulling your head up by the hairs and the other hand holding the shard of glass to your now-exposed neck.

“Oh that’s really impressive,” you roosed, “how long did it take you to learn that? A couple of years?”

“Shut up. Just… shut up.” He was tired by this point. His back was hurting. And he didn’t want to keep you entertained anymore. He needed a long sleep after this. He handcuffed both of your hands and Porco soon joined him, along with Bertolt.

“Oh hi Bertie. Who’s your friend there?” Bertolt looked at you, too stunned to speak. Much like Reiner, you were a ghost who came back to haunt them. They wanted you gone. You were a dangerous woman, and unless you were willing to cooperate, you were nothing but someone who would haunt them.

“Ignore her,” Reiner sighed.

“You let a small girl beat you up?”

“Porco, shut up.” Reiner was tired of everything. They were all walking towards your cell, keeping an eye on you. “Just help me by keeping an eye on her while we put her back in her cell. I need a cig and a long sleep after this. We’ll deal with her tomorrow.”

“Helloooo. Why don’t you just deal with me right now?”

Reiner snapped you around to have you facing him. He looked at you coldly in the eyes. He examined your face, trying to intimidate any sort of playfulness away, but there was no use.

“I love it when you manhandle me, Reiner.” You rolled your eyes. “Does it make you feel like a man when you do?”

“Keep it moving, I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

—

“Zeke?”

No response.

“Zeke,” Porco called, a little more urgently after a few light slaps. “Zeke! C’mon bud.” He was getting anxious. Zeke was badly injured and he didn’t know if he passed out from loss of blood or because you knocked him out.

“Let me take care of this,” Evelyn assured as she placed her hand over a kneeling Porco’s shoulder, reminding him that there’s more people to seek.

“Shit… yeah, okay. I’ll be back,” he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

Evelyn and Porco broke into a medical room to look for supplies that would help Zeke. He wasn’t in grave danger, but had suffered a blow to the head and had seriously wounded his side.

Zeke groaned softly, gaining back a fraction of his conscience. “Hold on buddy,” Evelyn muttered as she searched through cabinets and drawers for a first aid kit, any gauze pads, any medical tape, anything to stop the bleeding. When she finally found what she needed, she neared Zeke, joining him on the floor as she got on her knees to examine his side. She put on her gloves, took off his Marleyan trench coat, unbuttoned his button-up and pulled up his undershirt to uncover a deeper-than-anticipated wound that was made.

“Fuck…fuck… fuck!” she whispered.

Zeke made a noise as he tried to lift himself up a bit, trying to gain back his consciousness.

“Stay down, I’m gonna patch you up. Talk to me, Zeke. Let me know you’re alive.”

He tried to smile, and Evelyn couldn’t help but return a fraction of the smile back as she shook her head.

“You know you’re a madman… right?” She quietly whispered after a moment of silence between them both.

Zeke didn’t say anything, but he tried to chuckle and grimaced instead.

“I know, buddy… I’m just cleaning up the wound. This next part is gonna hurt though.” And she wasn't wrong. He gasped as she started to apply pressure with an antiseptic gauze to his side. “Told ya so,” she muttered.

“Colt… the captive…whe-where… are they?” he asked through deep breaths. He was adamant about finishing his sentence despite her cutting him off by requesting him to take it easy.

Evelyn sighed. “I had Reiner on the phone while she had you hostage and tried to have me get her to escape. Reiner got her before it was too late though. He brought Porco with him and now he’s off to get Colt while Reiner deals with her.”

She thought about the following for a moment without meeting Zeke’s gaze. Whomever they got captive is obviously an Eldian, but something about her was excessively trained. And Reiner… well, Reiner was Reiner, to say the least. “Do…” she thought about it for a moment, considering his military training, “do you think Reiner will be alright?”

Evelyn couldn’t help but worry a little. She didn’t grow up an Eldian in Libero–her paternal grandfather was an Honorary Marleyan for serving in the Fort Atlas war, and both her parents were Marleyan. Her mom died in childbirth though, so she grew up with her father, who dedicated his studies and research for the Marley Military Research and Development department. He would bring her into the lab some days on the condition she wouldn’t touch anything but encouraged her to ask questions. That’s when she met the warriors back then and developed a friendship with them. There would be days she would get tired of being in her father’s lab, seeing him do the same thing repeatedly, and would seek out the warriors to play or talk to. Reiner was the most open of them all. He was her best friend for a time, seeing how they both probably needed a friend. She didn’t have many people to call close friends growing up, as she would often be casted out once people would find out she had sinner blood running through her system because of her grandpa; and he… well…. The boy sucked to say the least, but he was so dedicated to Marley, and she admired that in the way she admired her father was dedicated to his research. He was her best friend. And she was his.

Until he came back from Paradis.

He came back changed. Somber. Tired. And traumatized. As much as she wanted him to open up, he wouldn’t talk–to anyone for that matter. And their friendship became strained. She started taking up her father’s research after graduating college and got admitted into the Marleyan Military R&D biotechnology sector using her father’s name and studies to get a job. The only reasons Evelyn and Reiner would ever talk would be about work or business, or light conversations about each other’s parents, but that was it. She eventually gave up on her friendship with him.

“He’ll be alright,” Zeke comforted through an exhale.

She didn’t know what else to say, so she nodded. “Okay.”

When she was done applying pressure, she grabbed a gauze pad to replace the previous one and grabbed some medical tape to keep it in place. “There you go, you should be okay for now, I’ll check back in with you tomorrow morning to replace the pad.” Zeke gave a polite smile, silently thanking her.

“Thanks… nurse.”

“Zeke. Literally shut up before I call you a bloody albino ape,” she said as she got up to throw away all the used equipment. He tried to chuckle as he rolled his eyes, wincing in the process. “You really look like one through that blonde beard,” she teased from far away.

He started stroking his beard, “Gets all the ladies though,” he mused, sounding a bit more coherent. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

Porco ended up bringing in an unconscious Colt into the medical room, giving her another patient to treat as he left to help Reiner with Bertolt by his side.

She just hoped they would get there on time.

—

After you were thrown back into your cell, you were surprised to know there were little to no guards standing around every given corner. You were sure that girl had contacted Reiner and that other guy somehow, possibly through phone, given how specific she was about giving directions. You didn’t mind though, you were aware about your location now, taking notice of the emblems around the building, and hearing that girl say something about an Internment Zone. It makes you feel better to know where you are, now that you’ve thrown your mini-tantrum.

Was it even a tantrum? You just wanted to go for a walk. Sure, people had to get hurt, and you’re handcuffed, but… you were bored, and you wanted to stress the others. Maybe establish dominance… in your own weird way.

You sighed as you sat on your mattress. Truth be told, you weren’t expecting to run into Reiner so soon. You heard something about him being Vice Commander or Chief—you were half expecting a subordinate to come after you and Zeke. You weren’t surprised to know about his title though, there wasn’t a time he didn’t demonstrate leadership. Both in personality and action.

You weren’t part of his cohort when you first joined the cadets, you joined much earlier, but you did hear about The Infamous 104th cohort—the one he was part of. In truth, there wasn’t anything really “infamous”… but you saw how headstrong they all were. And you first witnessed this when you came in as a spokesperson for a panel along with four others to speak on behalf of the Survey Corps—at the request of Commander Erwin Smith—to their class to sway them into joining the scouts, while the other 4 spoke on the Military Police and the Garrison. You were a year into the Corps, already fastly understanding the ropes of what it meant to be part of the Scout Regiments and beyond, and of course, you couldn’t say no to the commander, especially since you both were growing a great working relationship. So, naturally, you agreed. What were a couple of words to a couple of kids?

You saw in this cohort maybe one of the most enthusiastic kids with bright teal eyes especially interested in joining Scouts when you first spoke about it, he almost surprised you by how much of an active audience member he was when you talked about the Survey Corps. Being attentive, asking great questions when it came to joining, and the type of dangers you faced. Fast forward into the present, he grew to be a much somber, much serious, but dedicated and smart young adult. You almost felt bad; he wasn’t the energetic, passionate teenage boy he used to be. He grew to be more active in the military, but you wonder if the atrocities he’s seen on the job had changed him.

A bright blonde boy also caught your attention by how curious he was. Although shy at first, he was especially asking all the right questions–how does the job change you, what are some of the dangers you come across, what do you and-or your team do to prevent conflict from furthering with an enemy group, what happens when the chain of command is broken, etc. They were all great questions. Little did you know that little boy would grow into becoming your protégé of manipulation. You were proud of him, and you were happy to be working alongside him. You knew that sweet young man that you eventually started seeing as a younger brother was smart enough to pull every trick in the book if he wanted to.

The girl in what seemed to be their trio didn’t stand out to you at first, but you do remember thinking about them in three’s. This wasn’t until you saw her fight much later on and saw how much she could pack a punch. You loved seeing her being so effortlessly strong, so agile, and having great hand-eye-movement coordination. You knew there would be no other girl that would compare to her. You were so proud of the fact that someone like her existed, you even offered her a position in Erwin’s Blind Ops after watching her as a cadet for a while, a squad you captained consisting of elite scout members hiding in the public to obtain intelligence–but you weren’t surprised to know she followed her heart into Levi’s Special Operations once she graduated from the cadets.

Now, as for Reiner?

Nothing about him stood out when you first met him the day you came in to talk about the Scouts. Although a bit older than the others in the group, his quiet and confident demeanor came off as belittling. And when he walked out in the middle of you speaking, it really solidified what you thought of him. Rude, entitled, and stubborn. Oh, boy, was he stubborn when you really got to know him later on.

“In the Survey Corps, we will rip your ego to shreds. It will be brutal. It will be difficult. But we build you to be the best soldier you’ve ever thought possible from the ground up, further than your time in the cadets. We teach hard discipline… ” you saw Reiner get up and head towards the doors in the back, “starting with the basics, like how to not leave in the middle of a presentation,” you remembered saying. There were a few chuckles coming from the class and some of the panel members, but Reiner didn’t react, he kept moving for the door as if he didn’t listen, already set on leaving. “Anyways,” you continued once he was out the door. You think this was the start of when he started thinking you were a complete bitch, because when you two started working together despite you being his superior on some missions, you both head-butted on ideologies… a lot.

But despite the constant headbutting, there were truly moments you appreciated Reiner for who he was, because throughout the whole nagging, nerves being stepped on, and clashing of ideologies with you, he was a patient and supportive young man with his peers during his time in Paradis.

You sighed. “During his time in Paradis,” you said out loud as you were laying down on the mattress in your cell, to no one in particular. You wonder if anything he did was real. If any of his words and actions he meant. He was a leader in his own way, thinking about his peers more than you did actually. You always kept the purpose of the mission on sight. You were trained to leave people behind if they couldn’t keep up. And Reiner… didn’t do any of that. You remembered a time you heard about someone helping out Armin, the shy boy you remembered from when you gave the presentation to his cohort, during training. It was one of your first big impressions of Reiner. Was that an act? For what?

The more you thought about his betrayal, the more you thought about the cause that was worth betraying you, the scouts, and his peers, and the hurt he caused. Was it worth it? You scowled at the thought. It must have been. And you hated him for it. You hated that he established himself as the older brother of the group, led people, cared for people, made himself be this great and mighty person, just to throw it all away. You’ll never understand it. And you probably won’t ever get an answer from him if you asked him why—but you could try.

You closed your eyes to try to sleep, and even though your mind replayed the same question “Why?” you were eventually able to fall asleep from the exhaustion of being emotionally drained hours later after running your mind with past memories and repeated questions.

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oneoftheextras · 3 years

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pairings: porco galliard x reader (mentions of reiner x reader)

summary: porco is fed up of watching you waste your life with reiner, he sees an opportunity to claim what is his and takes it

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, language, season 4 spoilers, doesn’t follow canon, war, kinda-voyeurism, male masturbation, yandere and manipulation.

a/n: this is a dark-ish fic, i don’t know if i should continue it as a series, if you think i should let me know ideas.

part 1 | part 2 |

Porco was a better man than Reiner Braun. He knew this in his heart. He was stronger, more dedicated, more loyal than Reiner could ever be.

So why you decided to go home to Braun every night, he would never understand.

You were an outstanding solider, Porco would go as far to say you were almost as good as him, if you didn’t have that lug holding you back.

It was decided that you’d inherit the Warhammer Titan before Eren Jaeger stole it from its original owner.

Reiner had sickeningly offered his Titan to you without a second thought. You’d declined, of course, saying you didn’t want Reiner’s time to come earlier than needed.

“If you inherit the Armoured then I’d always be with you” Reiner had said during a meeting with the Warrior Unit. Porco scoffed at his pathetic declaration but you’d fallen for his words and affectionately cupped his cheek in your soft palm.

He couldn’t believe that had worked on you. He’d give his Titan to you without a hesitation if you asked that of him, so why was Braun the one on the receiving end of your touches?

“Not that I wouldn’t love to see you get eaten, I think we need as many experienced soldiers as we can get” Porco had tried to interject, but your puppy eyes never stopped.

Zeke had nodded in agreement and cleared his throat which brought the two of you back to the reality that this was an official meeting. Thank god.

If Porco had to watch this for another second he would’ve been sick.

The new plan was to somehow get the Attack Titan to you and, subsequently, the founder too - but, for now you were one of the best soldiers Marley had.

When the new plan was announced, Porco was flooded with scenarios where you and him would fight side by side as the unstoppable force of Marley.

He would use his Titan’s mobility to shield you as you used the Attack Titan’s speed to destroy the enemy ahead of you, there would be no need for the Armoured, he could do the same job with his Jaw Titan; if not better.

He would protect you with his life. Not that he didn’t do that already.

In the battle of Fort Slava you’d narrowly been missed by a barrage of machine gun fire, until he threw his Titan body in front of you and took the pellets to his back.

He should’ve been more careful in case one of them hit his nape, but the way you were looking up at him from the dirt made his heart melt, “Thank you, Galliard” you’d shouted just loud enough over the sound of the enemy guns.

‘Where’s your pathetic boyfriend now?’ He’d grinned from inside his Titan, feeling some sort of accomplishment.

He lowered his hand for you to step on, and carried you as carefully as he could to a safer spot on the battlefield. Relishing in the way your small body wrapped itself around his huge Titan finger for stability as he hopped away from danger.

Why couldn’t you cling onto him like this outside of Titan form, he would give anything to have your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist.

Oh boy, was he in trouble for deviating from the plan.

As soon as the Warriors were out of their Titans and being debriefed, General Magath had hit Porco across the face and berated him for stepping out of formation.

“Was I supposed to let a Warrior candidate die?” it wasn’t the first time he spoke out of turn with his superiors, but it definitely made things worse.

Porco was known for letting his mouth run faster than his brain, but he would only question tactics or intentions. He always managed to word his concerns in a way that was formal so he would get away with it, this time he was letting his emotions take over.

The General had struck him again, causing his cheekbone to ache, but he took it without making a sound. He wouldn’t give a single person in this room the satisfaction.

“There are more that could replace her” the General had said and Galliard stepped forward about to lunge at the man.

Reiner was the one who’d subtly grabbed his sleeve to stop his pursuit.

That only increased Porco’s anger, how dare Reiner touch him.

This made the General grin “Eldian savages” he muttered to his Marleyan colleagues and the room erupted into snobbish laughter. That was the first day Porco started to question his alliance to this government.

The moment they were dismissed Porco rushed down the corridor to get out of this stupid building, Reiner had quickened his pace to catch up to him - calling his name, but Porco never slowed down.

He didn’t want to have to look at his face for another second.

Reiner jogged to catch up with his teammate and walked alongside him, “Thank you, Galliard, for stepping in that is” he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to keep up with him.

“Didn’t do it for you” he kept his gaze ahead of him, hoping Reiner would get the message and leave him alone. Or, with any luck, he’d trip over his own feet and hit the floor.

Unfortunately, he kept talking, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if anything happened to her” Reiner continued as though he was trying to have a heart to heart.

Porco just shrugged as a response, he really didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t want to become Reiner’s reluctant therapist.

“Pock! Reiner!” he heard from the other end of the corridor, causing both Reiner and himself to stop at the sudden sound. Pieck was waving pleasantly towards the two men, with you distracted on your phone next to the black haired girl.

It seemed that you were just as surprised to hear Porco’s nickname being shouted as he was. Your head shot up at the sound and you quickly tucked your phone into your jacket pocket.

You started sprinting down the corridor towards the two men and Porco glanced towards his shoes; he was already in a foul mood, he didn’t need to have your relationship rubbed into his face as well.

The sound of your shoes got closer and closer to his ears, he inhaled sharply when he knew you were about to embrace Reiner, and in return Reiner would start whispering sickly-sweet nothings to you as though the whole corridor couldn’t hear them.

That intake of air was swiftly forced out of his lungs as your chest collided with his and your arms wrapped around his neck as your feet came off the floor for a second.

If it wasn’t for his strong abdomen then he would’ve been knocked off his feet. Porco blinked in disbelief and held his hands out to the side, unsure of how to react to the new situation.

Your head was buried in his chest, and when he glanced down at you he could see your eyes were closed and there was a soft smile on your face.

Cautiously, as though if he moved too fast he would scare you off, he placed one hand in between your shoulders and the other on the small of your back and returned the hug you were giving him.

“Thank you for saving me today” you whispered into his pecks and squeezed your arms around his neck a little bit harder. Feeling your voice vibrate on his chest sent a flutter of butterflies in his stomach.

He had to hold himself back from nuzzling his nose into your hair, especially considering your boyfriend was watching the entire scene, “No problem” was the only response he could let leave his throat - if he said anymore he was afraid of what would come out of his mouth.

When you didn’t let go immediately, Porco thought he was going to faint. He could stay like this with you forever if you let him, to feel your hands almost teasing his hairline, and your body pressed against his.

You started to pull away and he instantly missed your touch, but before you let go entirely you gazed up at his face, “I really mean it, I owe you my life” you’d smiled so sweetly at him and he knew you meant your words.

His brain told him to lean down and kiss you then, to seal this moment in his memory forever - but he knew he couldn’t. You weren’t his.

He cleared his throat and let his arms drop from your body, “I’ll take you up on that some day” he attempted a laugh. He straightened his back which forced your arms off of his neck.

The moment you shared was then ruined by a giggle that ripped through the air. Normally, Porco would’ve loved hearing such a sound come from you, but the cause was Reiner Braun so it was anything but pleasant.

He’d lifted you up off the ground and twirled you around as though you were on some display case and he was presenting you to everyone within the vicinity. As though he was proving a point that you belonged to him, and not Porco.

Galliard was unsure if Reiner was aware of his affection towards you, if he was then he did a good job of hiding it. Until that same night.

It was unfortunate that Porco’s room had been placed next to Reiner’s, he could hear every conversation that went on behind that wall. He’d even moved his bed to the other side of the room to try and get a break from Reiner’s crying and night terrors, but it barely worked.

This time, Braun had to be doing it on propose. Porco had told him before that he could hear him through the wall; at first he had used it to tease him about his poor mental state, so this had to be payback.

“I love you so much” Reiner’s voice was slightly muffled and out of breath, but the words were clear as day.

The sound of something being knocked over only worsened Porco’s imagination as to what was going on next door. He groaned and rolled over on his side so his back was to the wall.

What followed after that set his skin on fire. A long lewd moan met his ears, it was too high pitched to be Reiner’s and he recognised the voice all too well.

Then there was another, this time more desperate and sharp. Then they never seemed to stop - just one after the other, being accompanied by the squeaking springs of the cheap beds they were given, it was an assault on his ears.

He tried to ignore it, he really did. He closed his eyes in an attempt to let sleep claim him but all he could see behind his eyelids was what his brain imagined was happening just a few feet from him.

Placing a pillow over his ears didn’t work, nor did pinching at his skin or getting up to do exercise as a distraction.

Your noises filled his being with need, no workout routine or training could make him sweat as much as he was right now. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to be the one to draw those whines from your body.

When he heard a “F-Fuck!” through the thin wall, he almost went feral. He couldn’t control himself anymore, and why did he need to? He was alone in his room, no one would know unless he told anyone.

His hand quickly went into his boxers and he groaned at the feeling of having something touching him - it wasn’t you but it would have to do.

He let his head press back into his pillow and tilted his chin upwards to present his adam’s apple, as though he was expecting to feel your mouth on his waiting throat.

When your moans had started to have a rhythm to them, he made sure he moved his hand at the same time so he was in sync with you. He knew this was bad, he knew this wouldn’t help with his infatuation with you.

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax around the same time your moans started to get more high pitched - he prided himself on being able to anticipate your body’s wants without being able to see or feel you.

You were meant to be with him, he knew this already, but this just solidified it in his mind.

“Say my name” he heard Reiner’s voice grunt at you, it almost completely ruined the mood for him if he weren’t so close to his own release, “Let him hear you” Braun continued.

Porco would’ve stopped his hand from moving if he was a less stubborn man. This was what Reiner wanted, it was a game to him, a challenge of sorts. He was flaunting you right in front of him.

There was a thud against the wall and your sounds got significantly louder, Porco was sure you’d been pressed against the wall connecting the two rooms. Even though it was to taunt him, it only fuelled him more - it was almost like you were in the room with him.

Your whines were strained and he could visualise your flustered face as the chains holding back your orgasm threatened to snap, “Porc-Reiner!” you’d stuttered through a scream as delight filled your voice.

The noise next door stopped, and Porco stared wide-eyed up at his ceiling with his cum littering his abdomen. His lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling heavily from both the nights activities and what he’d just heard.

He wasn’t sure if his ears had been playing tricks on him, or if he had heard you correctly - but you’d started saying his name. His name instead of Reiner’s.

Even if it was just in his head, that was the best self-care session he’d had in a while.

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mooniefics · 3 years

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bye bc i have not been able to get the thought of like,, you working as the candidate manager for the warrior program (aka glorified babysitter / school counselor) and reiner slowly falling for u over the years

— you’d first met him around a month after he returned from paradis, after he was finally debriefed and given countless ideological assessments, and he was just exhausted by the time he was finally allowed to see his family again but he still woke up early the next day to go with gabi to training. he saw how happily gabi greeted you, how warmly you smiled back, and he thought that if anyone was taking care of his little cousin over the years he was gone, he was grateful that it was someone who came off as nicely as you did.

— your first conversation initiated after gabi dragged him over by the arm and introduced the two of you herself, but you didn’t get to speak long before you all had to go your separate ways. the way you tucked a piece of gabi’s hair behind her ear and gingerly wrapped your arm around her as you led her off to her classes for the day makes his heart flutter.

— you two made small talk when you ran into each other, sometimes talking about the kids, sometimes talking about yourselves, nothing terribly personal, but he always found himself feeling much lighter after he got to see you.

— reiner accompanied you once when you chaperoned the kids’ recreational time in town and sat on the bench beside you while you both watched them all play around at the park you usually took them too. your voice was soft and affectionate as you told him that you sometimes forgot that they were just children, letting it slip that you couldn’t help but feel disheartened that they had been made to grow up so fast. you were worried that he, the one revered as the most loyal warrior, would report you for disrespecting the methods of marley, but he only sighed, smiling sadly as he replied, “me too.”

— one day when the kids were training, you and the warriors were standing to the side watching them, discussing casually amongst yourselves as you watched them run laps with all their gear. on the last go around, udo fell flat on his face, and before reiner can even turn to see your reaction, you were already running over to make sure he was okay. the exercise instructor forced you to wait for udo to make it to the end on his own, but as soon as he reached finish line, you rushed him away into the main school building. when you didn’t return for a few minutes, reiner ventured in to see where you’d gone, he found you both in an empty classroom—you kneeling in front of udo, handkerchief in hand, gently wiping the tears and dirt from his cheeks and telling him that he had done a good job, that everybody makes a mistake once in a while, that he was just as capable as the other candidates. he stood beside the door, listening to you comfort udo, feeling his own eyes watering as he did. he wished he had someone like you when he was young.

— the first time the two of you had a proper, in-depth conversation was the evening that the mid-east allied forces had declared war against marley, the only two left at the privacy of his quarters, sharing the last bottle of wine leftover between yourselves. the facade of perfect patriotism that you had both been careful to maintain had dissipated, whether because of the alcohol or because of the gravity of such impending doom weighing at your hearts. he’d learned that you’d been apart of the warrior program yourself, an unselected trainee in the class just a year below his own. you told him that was how you’d managed to secure yourself this position, but he said that it was much more than that, that you were a natural at a position that require such patience and compassion. the way your lips had turned up into the smallest of smiles made his cheeks flushed.

“i heard the war is going to be mostly naval. i doubt we’ll have to worry about any of us being shipped out to fight any time soon.”

you took a long sip from your glass, finishing off what remained, taking in a deep, pensive breath. “god forbid they send any of those kids away to the battlefield. god forbid they send you away.”

“me?” he said after a moment of silence, an odd sort of tightness cinching around his heart and lungs, squeezing tighter with every fine detail he noticed in your sorrowful expression—warm eyes filled with sympathy, mouth drawn down into a delicate frown, brow slightly knitted.

“you’ve seen enough. you’ve gone through enough, more than anyone should have to go through by themselves.”

reiner felt a lump beginning to form in his throat, an almost tangible ache echoing through his chest. that was the first time someone had ever told him that before.

— despite the worsening tension of war, reiner saw that you were just as cheerful as ever with the kids, bringing them sweets and desserts you made yourself when you got the chance, taking them out on their weekly outings and making sure they were doing alright just as normal. but he could see the way your face would shift when one of them piped up with something regarding the current battle being waged, spouting out the same propaganda he’d been force-fed for his entire life. you would only smile, patting them on the shoulder or rubbing their back, responding with a simple assertion that you were sure marley’s troops were doing great out there before changing the subject

“they’re so young. sometimes i forget they’re only children.”

your words from the park bench flitted across his mind, the words that you silently spoke when your eyes widened at gabi’s proclamation that marley’s glory would forever prevail, or when your lips pursed briefly at the four of them squabbling over who would inherit which titan.

“they’re too small to be holding such big weapons. those rifles they give them are taller than they are. it’s.. it’s...”

perverse? distressing? horrible? it was all of those things, and so much more. but you saw it. you didn’t egg them on like porco or zeke, you congratulated them without drenching it in more and more lies. you didn’t see them as soldiers-in-training, you didn’t see them as warriors, you saw them as they were. as children. you cared for them like he did.

— when the time came, you were shipped off to fort slava alongside the warrior unit, your training and your extensive experience working with the candidates for the past five years serving as the justification for your necessity. though reiner had wished to be around you more often, he didn't at all enjoy it in this context. seeing you in a full soldier’s uniform, skin dusted with dirt and gunpowder, a helmet that only seemed to have more and more dents and scratches in the metal with each day that passed—it felt so incredibly wrong. you didn’t belong in the trenches of war, and yet he still saw you running about every morning, previously soft hands becoming roughened and scarred, growing thinner and thinner from the stress and minuscule rations that were barely enough to get everyone through the day. and yet you were lively, still tending to the kids and attempting to give them a space away from the warfare outside when you could all retire to the unit’s dugout at night.

— one night, reiner had woken from his sleep and was too restless to return to it, unable to ignore the distant sounds of gunfire and shouts from outside, staring up at the ceiling from his bunk and allowing himself to drift away into his thoughts. he remembered all the nights he’d spent like this in his own home as a child, barely able to force himself to sleep for a few hours despite knowing that he had another long day of training ahead of him. but he turned over on his mattress at the sound of soft murmuring, the sound of sheets shifting and the quiet protest of the flimsy bed frames squeaking. in the dimness of the lantern that sat at the foot of gabi’s bunk, he saw you seated at her bedside, looking down at her as you spoke.

“are you okay? do you want me to wake up reiner?”

he couldn’t make out gabi’s mumbled response, but he saw the small silhouette of her head shaking from side to side on her pillow.

“i know he’s been looking tired lately, but i promise that he won’t be upset if we wake him up for a moment.”

another unintelligible reply from the young girl just barely occupied the air. a part of him wanted to step out of his bunk and see what she needed, but another, more persuasive thought kept him still, laying silently, watching on to see how you would tend to her. he knew that gabi admired you deeply, the fact that you’d managed to win her over was something that impressed him, but at the same time didn’t surprise him at all. he couldn’t imagine how anyone could dislike someone as gentle and thoughtful as you.

“you’re a big girl, gabi, so am i. but that doesn’t mean we don’t all need a little bit of help sometimes. it’s scary out here, and i’m so proud of you for holding your own out there. it’s okay to be scared.”

you were quiet for a moment, allowing for gabi to speak, a hand reaching out to gently stroke the side of her head and run through her hair. a quiet, genuine laugh slipping from you when she concluded.

“i promise i won’t tell anyone. i’ll get back to my bunk as soon as you get back to sleep. deal?”

he caught the end of an affirmative nod from his cousin, and the two of you fell silent. you stood for a moment to tuck the covers around her, sitting back down and returning to your soothing motions, looking almost like a dream in the glow of the soft illumination at your side.

he realized in that moment what that feeling in his chest was, the one that made his throat tighten just the slightest bit, that made him feel light as air for those few fleeting moments before the spell of you in his gaze was broken by some menial interruption. but the interruption didn’t come this time, nothing to remind him to bury his feelings and not ruminate on them long enough to figure out exactly what they were. he had been running from this revelation for far too long, and he knew exactly why—because it would be unfair to burden you with these feelings that he knew he shouldn’t have.

he loved how you made him feel. he loved seeing how cheerful you were even when it was too early in the morning for him to even be properly awake himself. he loved seeing how you smiled when the children hung onto you on your days out. he loved that you could see the appalling indoctrination of marley’s military might on it’s citizens for what it was. he loved how you saw him for more than his failure four years ago. he loved how tender you looked stroking his younger cousin’s hair, assuring her that you wouldn’t leave her until she was fast asleep. he loved you, honestly and wholeheartedly.

it was a selfish desire, a longing that he would have to keep to himself for your sake. but, in moments like these, where the vision of having something more seemed so close to his outstretched grasp, the thought of sharing his final years together rather than in a respectful coexistence, he found it so difficult to resist temptation.

if only he had more time.

24 / 7 reiner brainrot. i have an unfathomable amount of love for this man ( ; ω ; )

#reiner braun #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x reader #reiner fluff #reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x you #reiner brainrot #snk reiner #reiner braun snk #reiner braun drabble

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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Hello lovely! If Marley warriors would be a mafia, how do you think what role would each of them have?

I had to google some of these cause idk anything about the Mafia so here it goes xx

Boss - Zeke Jaeger

Need any explanation? Zeke of course is the big boss, giving all the orders. He’s ruthless, calculated and coordinated. Anything Zeke wants, he gets. He’s extremely cunning, knows how to make people loyal to him without scaring them. This makes him especially dangerous because his people are actually loyal to him by their own wills

Underboss - Reiner Braun

The most reliable and next-most powerful behind Zeke. He’s learned a lot from his boss and is ready to step up at any moment. He’s strong, but you’ll find he’s not as ruthless as people make him out to seem

Consigliere- Pieck Finger

Good with organizing stuff and Zeke trusts her more than anyone else. As third-in-command she’s extremely cunning and knows how to smooth talk anyone to get her way. Might seem innocent but she’ll use it to put a bullet in your back faster than you can think

Caporegimes - Annie Leonheart

She’s strong, badass, and everyone knows not to fuck with her. Truthfully, Zeke just gets a kick out of seeing someone so small command all his soldiers. But he knows she’s the most fitting for the job, ruthless and intimidating. You’ll know when Annie is coming for and you’d be a fool not to be scared shitless. Tackles everything head on, fuck with her and her angry face will be last thing you see in this life

Soldiers - Bertholdt Hoover, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice

They’re ready to prove themselves no matter what, carrying out whatever orders they’re tasked with. Porco especially has a strong sense of loyalty to Zeke, acting as if it’s a sense of duty. Bertholdt and Colt...not so much. They’re probably just intimidated by the power Zeke has and Bertholdt especially is afraid so he follows commands without a word

#asks #anis drabbles

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iamnightduchess · 3 years

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SnK 139 (A personal thought on Reiner & Mikasa's ending)

We have finally reached the end. For those who began this fandom since 2010, it's been 11 years of happiness, tears and heartbreak, on top of character discourse with our respective favorites. This manga is rich with amazing life values that requires more than just a quick zip through of every chapter. It requires a thorough, repeat reading. Hajime Isayama weaved his universe in a way that never cease to blow all of his readers' minds away but still touched our hearts in an emotional way.

(Special thanks to @pethellhounds for the key pointers for this post!)

No doubt, I love all of the characters, each of their flaws, strengths and growth but my two favorites have always been Mikasa and Reiner, individually.

Upon the first two reads, I was saddened, I was devastated and I allowed my emotions to filter the absolute value of the final chapter; in particularly to my most favorites. All thanks to the discourse we had in our RK discord, my brethren offered me a different perspective on how we could truly perceive ch.139 for what it truly is: a bittersweet farewell which only leads to new beginnings.

Reiner Braun

Armin was destined to save humanity, Eren confided on that himself. Even if it was Mikasa's personal choice on ch.123 that is the ultimatum that had saved humanity by eradicating the power of the Titans from the world for good. As referenced on this post, it has been Mikasa that was destined to free Ymir all along through her selflessness.

Upon first read, the following panel seemed to portray the remaining alliance members in a different light. Everyone looked amazing, happy as they exchanged banter just like how old friends with shared traumatizing experiences do. After all they're all celebrated world heroes - living with possibly an upgraded lifestyle, fame and wealth even within those 3 years. But upon several more reads and deeper observation, one could not entirely disregard the rather dark and gloomy atmosphere beyond the bright surface. In particular Jean and Reiner, who seemed to be a bit more noticeable.

Jean somehow is putting on a front as a skirt-chaser (having preference for younger girls) while Reiner seemed to be simping over his old crush (who's already married & has a child in Paradis).

The above panel seemed comical because the actions & lines seemed a bit "out of nowhere", but beyond the surface - everyone's hurting secretly from within, some are masking their pain, though some remained unaffected because they all shared a heavy burden of guilt towards Eren's death & Mikasa's withdrawal from the group to lay their friend in his final resting place all the way in Paradis. Jean and Reiner both are putting on a front.

Do remember that during the Marley arc, not even once was Reiner shown to reminisce about Historia very specifically. Not even in a fleeting thought, thus why it could also be deduced that she did not actually have a huge impact on his memory or his genuine affections beyond just a fleeting crush to hide his tormented mental state from within. How could someone who has been shown to have tremendous emotional growth and a consistent, albeit shaky psychological regulation during his primary arc was reduced to a typical simp archetype in the final chapter? This is not, a "Reiner can finally be his real self who's free of his burdens & he is someone who's enjoying his new life" moment.

The last time he portrayed this "simping" behavior? When he was 17 years old during the 104th's first SC excursion and when his psyche was almost teetering on its edges as his Warrior!alter is wrestling control against his soldier personality in Utgard Castle.

Reiner's simping (which was an intended joke) was also an indicator of a bleak truth: his DID regressed, from his regulated state and his psyche was completely torn apart from that day. In Marley, he had been extremely depressed but he was a loyal, strong and steadfast soldier who had only his duties in mind. To see him do a complete 360 & reverted to a creepy old behaviour, is truly saddening. He's been masking his pain with this front. Even Pieck could be seen sending him a silent, understanding look of concern for his letter-sniffing action.

In 139, despite having a new chance at life, having his mother's genuine love and acceptance & achieved his original dream in becoming a respected hero who is recorded in history, one could not entirely rule out the possibility that Reiner's DID has regressed to the point that either he reverted back to his soldier persona as a facąde or he'd might have developed a new alter altogether after having to experience Survivor's Guilt for the second turn. Yet this time, with no known time limit since the Curse of Ymir had been eradicated. DID is a lifelong condition. It does not go away, it cannot be healed even with modern medicine but yes, could be managed. That letter, the mentioning of Eren's name and their impending arrival on Paradis - the place he felt the happiest of his life - could be his trigger to put on that front. He, (along with the rest of the alliance on that ship) had to live with the fact that his and his family's new life and future had been at the expense of two people's livelihood; Eren & Mikasa. Eren sacrificed his life. Mikasa chose to bury Eren at his final resting place in Shinganshina and remain there to honor his memories on her own, without anyone by her side despite having fought together & almost on the verge of dying together.

(Thank you @lancerofdarkness for pointing this out!) We can see the banter between Reiner and Jean is very reminiscent of Reiner and Bertolt, where the latter cautioned the former on "not getting too carried away". Where Bertolt had a filtered approach, Jean had a more direct, head-on snipe. This dynamic had been initially observed much earlier in this post.

The alliance members could possibly have made a silent pact between them on not mentioning either Eren or Mikasa's name out of respect for that 3 years. Or if they, as well as the others, were not divulged of the real truth by Armin. With or without this knowledge, Eren's death and Mikasa's silent departure from the alliance do affect everyone. Some are more obvious than the others.

Once again, I feel compelled to share an unpopular perception that Reiner's simping is not his true self's behavior. It is a mask. A fake persona. It is a front to hide the real pain from within.

He cared about both Eren and Mikasa respectively, as much as the others do.

Mikasa Ackerman

Upon first reading, I was initially devastated for Mikasa's conclusion. It was her decision and selfless act that had saved all of humanity and won Ymir over, which completely destroys the Paths as well as removing the titan powers together with its curse. The woman who had been at the frontlines, placing her life at stake, almost dying first to protect the men in the alliance; she who had sacrificed everything ended up with nothing but only memories of the one who could never be and loneliness.

To throw salt into the wound, we saw Eren uttering in Paths on how he refused to accept the notion of Mikasa being with another man, he wanted her to only love him and have him in her heart even 10 years after his death. It was indeed a last spur of the moment declaration that ironically contradicted his plea in 138.

Their relationship was never meant to take off by riding into the sunset together, they are not destined to be with each other, even if their feelings are mutual. Despite my personal observation of their relationship as a form of enslavement in itself: Mikasa still sees it as her devotion & commitment to Eren. I have to respect her perspective on this.

Ymir mistaken Stockholm Syndrome as love, she perceives enslavement as love. Being used as a tool of war and breeding, surrendering all her will to her captor, yearning for his validation - she saw those as love. Now the glaring parallel between Ymir and Mikasa are truly obvious. Because of love, Ymir tethered herself to Paths or purgatory for 2,000 years and in exchange of Mikasa's decision & action, Mikasa remained tethered to her love for Eren & his memories for at least another 10 years if not for the rest of her life on earth. That is truly heartbreaking.

I was devastated. I personally believe she deserves better. She too deserves to have her happy end, to be loved and have a family of her own.

When Armin had dreams of seeing the world beyond the walls, Mikasa has always been a simple girl with simple dreams: i) to go back home within that forest in Shinganshina and ii) to be by Eren's side forever. Once we realised this, Mikasa actually had everything she ever desired after all. She's back home in Shinganshina, living in solitude and in peace with no burden of world peace, diplomatic affairs on her shoulder and has no need to put on a facąde. She's been grieving and she still cried for her yearning to see Eren's face again even after 3 years that she might not stop shedding tears in the next 7 years just like Eren wanted. That is how psychologically and emotionally affected she is with Eren's words, actions and death. She chose to remember Eren and keep her in her heart that it is almost seen as an imprisonment but she's also free from other wordly responsibilities unlike the rest of the alliance members.

Did I wish she would have a better ending than this? Absolutely. This young woman has never been on her own ever since she was born, it's heartbreaking to see her having to process her grief alone without even a single companion by her side. She lost all of her incredible physical strength and had to learn how to fortify her emotional strength through her grieving process. She has only learn on how to love and be loved by Eren, which has major missing components left to be desired. Mikasa deserves to be loved, to receive that affection openly in return from someone who would be ideal, respectful, trustworthy, expressive, equally devoted, the raindrop to her seed, the sun to her cold days and loving towards her and maybe one day, eventually would be able to grow a real family from that genuine love.

The last two bottom panel above we can actually observe the innocent kid!Mikasa just like Isayama promised. She is ready and curious to once again, learn more about the beautiful but cruel world. She is ready to leave the forest upon realizing that no matter where she goes, Eren will always be inside her heart.

She is at peace. Even if she looks way thinner, fragile that she should be and could be seen collapsing as she was hit by another wave of strong grief. But since the members of the alliance are coming to Paradis for a potential negotiation, it is been stated by Mikasa that they are also coming to see Eren's final resting place to pay their respects. She will be meeting her friends after 3 years for the first time and I could really hope that they can be the support that each other needed for true healing. I am holding on to the possibility of her being ready to move on and start living again after putting the course of her life on hold by mourning for Eren the moment she is reunited again with Armin, Annie, Reiner, Jean and Connie.

The bird flew over the ship carrying the alliance as it is heading towards Paradis before heading towards Mikasa's location, giving his answer to her "You're happy right?" question by wrapping that scarf around her neck for one last time. He wanted her to be free after 3 years of grief. He wanted her to move on when she meets their friends again because she does not deserve to be consumed in her grief not even another day. Not even for another 7 years. Not even for the rest of her life.

Anything that we envision happening after 139 is valid in this universe. I believe Mikasa will begin living her life to the fullest as the end of the series is also the beginning of her next journey. But this time, she will be doing it in the company of her loved ones. Together.

#snk spoilers #snk 139 #snk meta #snk thoughts #snk opinion #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #reiner braun #mikasa ackerman #snk manga

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rukia-writes · 3 years

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Can you write something with Dilf Magath please ?? 😌😌😌

Dilf Theo Magath Headcanons ✨

↳ Theo Magath

A Dilf King 👑

While he’s a dutiful man to Marley he’s dutiful to his s/o. Loyal to a fault and kindly obedient to his lover 110% just like his work.

Has dry humor but that’s okay.

When he comes home he always asks his s/o how their day went and while he has the “grump” persona he’s really listening to his s/o and taking it all in.

If his s/o isn’t comfortable with him smoking in the house he’ll go outside with out a fuss honestly.

Speaking of which, Magath and his s/o live together. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Magath is old fashioned; ask his s/o out, time moves on they fall in love he asks his s/o to marry him. In an old fashioned way and the two move in to together.

Old fashioned but sweet.

Loves it when his s/o lights his cigarettes.

If his s/o asks him to drop by the market and pick something up, he remembers and gets whatever they wanted every single time.

The warriors look up to Magath’s s/o and loves it when they stop by. Either giving the warriors a treat or just checking up on them.

All the warriors are protective of Magath’s s/o. I don’t make the rules I follow them.

Either for their personal reasons or because Magath is always in a better mood when his s/o shows up and they are forever grateful.

The warriors are basically the little ducks following the mommy duck (Magath’s s/o)

Magath notices but he doesn’t mind. Especially if the warriors drop his home just to see his s/o.

He does notice that Zeke is the favorite.

Magath is one who remembers everything. Birthdays, the day the two were married, the day the two first met etc.,

A little bonus: if his s/o and himself get have a little argument he’s the first to buckle and apologize. That’s Magath being the dutiful man.

↳Warnings: 18+ ahead

Magath has a dominance kink; bondage (handcuffs), a bit of choking, calling his s/o naughty names, impact play (Spanking), age play a little bit; him being the daddy and his s/o is the baby boy/girl. Orgasm control/edging.

Breeding kink. (I said what I said)

Magath is a king with aftercare 👑 just like Jean, Levi, Erwin, Mike, Reiner and Colt.

While Magath is the dominant one in a sexual relationship if he has persuasive partner he can agree to take take back seat and let his s/o do all the work. Magath is pretty flexible in this area but prefers to be dominant. It’s not a must tho.

if his s/o doesn’t do something to Magath’s collar bones the lord will not let them into heaven 😩🙌🏻 I’m sorry.

He does have a sensual side; a passionate and loving side. Which happens just as much as him being rough (dominant).

Magath is just as perceptive in the bedroom as he is out; memorized all the sensitive places on his s/o.

Doesn’t believe in teasing, his s/o gets what they get.

Very perceptive with his beloved.

The man loves it when his s/o says his name or even something as simple as looking at him lights his fire.

Adores getting blowjobs once in awhile too; it’s his Achilles heel.

Dick: Long and wide. 7 inches long and a girth of 4 inches.

Enjoy that ☺️

✨Rukia-Writes✨

#Theo Magath x reader #Theo Magath headcanons #snk headcanons

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haliyam · 3 years

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zeke x reader/oc (warning: slow burn with some plot)

summary: You return to Liberio not long after the Warriors arrive home from their failed mission in Paradis and discover that things have changed. (Or they will, and maybe a little more with Zeke than you expect.) [Season 4 and manga spoilers ahead]

AO3 link | Ch 2

Hi everyone! This is part of the series I mentioned on my oneshot Asset, but it's a prequel. I'd love to continue the season 4 stuff, but I want to see how the manga ends first so I can plot out Reader's part in it all. (Also edit post-139, I've completely fallen in love with Zeke who deserves so much better and while I always intended to take my time with the Asset prequels, I'm in no rush to get to the Asset sequel. I do want to update as regularly as possible though, rl willing!)

The Reader/OC will be a cis-female Eldian character with a set background, as you'll find at the end of this chapter. Reader’s default name is Lucy, just because I personally don’t like writing ‘Y/N,’ but please feel free to set the substitution for Lucy to you or your character’s First Name using the InteractiveFics browser extension! So on the browser extension that would be: Lucy = Your or your character's First Name. Because reader will have a set background, you'll have a set surname as well.

I will say that Zeke may seem a little OOC/angsty in the beginning of this story, if only because Reader and Zeke were good friends before he became the shitstain we know and love today and Reader is fairly familiar with his true moods even when he is being annoying as hell. (And Zeke is annoying. I swear I do like this guy hahah...)

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

It’s strange how easily you fall into step with the soldier ahead of you.

You don’t march, and your eyes wander stern walls and imposing doors that have long left your dreams, but your footfalls follow only one beat that echoes throughout the hallway as he leads you through it. There’s an almost comforting order to the sound that belies the way your heart tries to hammer its way through your ears or right out of your chest.

It feels like forever and far too soon when you arrive at a familiar waiting room. Motioning to the chairs around a small round table, the soldier knocks twice on the door opposite where you entered. When no one responds, he simply stands there, and you have no recourse but to take that seat.

Voices filter in, muffled, from the other room, and you slip your hands under the desk to squeeze your fingers together. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all. You can still leave, pursue your medical degree back home…

“No,” you whisper to yourself, even if you do abruptly stand from your chair. You just need a moment to freshen up. Facing the soldier, you begin, “I would like to—”

Alarm replaces the question in his gaze when two heavy knocks cut through your words. He stares at you a little longer, a new question, and you reply with a deep exhale.

“Never mind.”

He nods. “They’re ready for you.”

You enter the conference room, which is far too large for the four people sitting at one end of the long table there: an older man with more lapel pins and crow’s feet than you remember, and three others closer to your age—the esteemed Warrior Unit and their commander, Theo Magath.

Six long years later, they all look different enough that under other circumstances, you might hesitate to recognize them. But you know this place all too well, the lighting and their seating arrangement so familiar that you can mistake them for no other than Zeke Yeager, Pieck Finger, and Porco Galliard.

It soon appears from their expressionless gazes that they can’t say the same for you. Not that you can blame them—they had no reason to expect your arrival, and it’s Commander Magath who huffs at their frigid reception. “Is that how you Eldians treat old friends?”

The three glance at one another. You venture a small smile, and the recognition and surprise that sink into Zeke’s features make Magath snort as Pieck leaps from her chair, shattering the chill in the room as surely as she crashes into you with an embrace.

“Lucy!”

The joy in her voice sweeps aside your initial fears and brings your excitement bubbling out of your throat in your own laughter. “Pieck!”

She’s talking before you even part and still holding onto the back of your blouse when you do. “You look so… old,” she grins. “That is—me-old.”

Her languid excitement makes it difficult for you to keep your composure. “I am you-old,” you say, trying not to giggle, but your toothy smile already reaches from ear to ear.

Before you can say more, Commander Magath clears his throat. “If you two are finished…”

Both of you freeze instinctively at his tone. Stealing another squeeze, Pieck steps aside as Magath rises from his chair. “Good of you to drop by, Blanchard.”

You quickly cross the distance to shake his proffered hand. “Thank you, Sir. And congratulations on your promotion.”

He shrugs, taking a seat and gesturing that you and Pieck do the same. “Still not a far cry from playing nursemaid sometimes.”

Pieck shakes her head. “Don’t say that, Sir.”

“You’re right. I’m at least a pay grade or two above nursemaid,” Magath chuckles just a little, and to his right, Zeke continues to stare at you.

“Is that really you?” he asks, mouth set in a line under his new beard.

“In the flesh.” His expression remains neutral through your nervous chuckle. Shifting in your seat, you nod away toward Porco. “It’s so nice to see everyone again. Galliard.”

Though he gave you an appreciative once-over as you entered, Porco is now as uninterested as they come. “I didn’t think you’d still know our names. Thanks for taking the time to drop by, I guess.”

“Oh, come on, Pock,” Pieck teases, ignoring the air of hostility that starts to surround you. As though Porco is only an unruly child, she says in feigned apology, “A few days with the Jaw and he’s already this cocky.”

“Ah.” You can’t bring yourself to mirror her mirth. “I heard about that. I’m sorry about Marcel. And Bertholdt—and Annie…”

Pieck glances away, and because you can’t meet Zeke’s eyes at the moment, you address the commander instead. “What about Reiner? I heard he’d returned.”

“Braun is still undergoing a debriefing.”

A debriefing, you think, when they’ve been back a fortnight already? But it dawns on you easily enough that what Reiner is undergoing is an ideology test. Reindoctrination.

“I see… but…”

“It was on my recommendation,” Zeke cuts in, daring you, a civilian, to protest. His arms are crossed now. “Otherwise he’s in danger of passing on the Armor a full six years too early.”

“I only meant to say that Reiner is the most loyal Eldian I know,” you answer levelly, eyes boring into his. Your nails dig into the cloth of your skirt on your lap as you pretend not to hear Porco’s scoff. Taking the Armor from Reiner? The operation was a massive failure, but that consequence is far too severe... however expected. “After you, of course.”

Zeke tilts his head, obscuring his gaze from your view when the light above reflects off his glasses.

“It’s a good thing, in any case,” Magath explains. “Behind enemy lines for over five years, he—”

Whatever his opinion, the commander abruptly stops himself from sharing it and clears his throat instead. You know better than to protest when an unsettling pause rests over the room—exactly what you feared would occur.

To your surprise, it’s Porco who comes to your rescue, even if his disdain is palpable. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“Well,” you begin gratefully, “I’m—”

“I asked her to come,” says Magath, completely ignoring the tension. “But my meeting prior ran overlong, and I have another coming up. Can you come in tomorrow morning? Ten sharp?”

You sit up straight when he addresses you. “Of course, Sir.”

Magath smiles—still a novelty to you—and pushes himself up out of his chair. The rest of you do the same, following him to the door as he speaks. “Go ahead and catch up in the meantime. And Blanchard—it’s good to see you again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The rest of you—dismissed.”

He leaves the room with the Marleyan guard at the door. The other three let out a breath of relief once it closes.

“Blanchard,” Porco enunciates, stretching his arms. “Are we really still doing that? Who are we supposed to be fooling here?”

Pieck sighs, but it’s Zeke who stays him with a light backhand to the stomach. “Settle down, Galliard.”

Porco pushes his hand away. “Seriously? Of all people, you—”

“Your first transformation was pretty brutal, Galliard,” Zeke casually announces. He winces for good measure, like he’s actually worried. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

The hostility on Porco’s face quickly shifts to embarrassment, and you feel for him. “You’ve transformed already?”

“I wanted to go check on the Warriors anyway,” he says instead, eyeing you with a curled lip. “Nice seeing you again, Blanchard.”

“You too,” you call out, but he’s already stalked out of the room.

You feel Pieck’s hand loop around your arm. “Don’t take it personally,” she says gently. “Learning about Marcel was difficult for him.”

“I can only imagine.” She gives you a small smile at your words, and you understand. Casting a more pleasant gaze around the room, you ask, “How are you two? I thought it might be nice if we could get some lunch together.” You check your watch. “...Very late lunch.”

“I would love to,” Pieck says cheerfully, leading your way out of the room— “Tomorrow. I still have so much paperwork to do.”

Zeke snickers. “The joys of working with a team.”

“Life is unfair,” Pieck declares, but smiles when her hand slips down to yours. “I’ll pick you up after your meeting with Magath tomorrow. It’s a date, right?”

You squeeze her fingers in return. “Definitely.”

Her leisurely footsteps fade down the hallway, and you soon find yourself alone with Zeke. You dust at your blouse idly, but you must eventually look at him. “I suppose it’s just you and me today, then.”

He only eyes you, scratching the side of his bearded jaw. It’s even worse than him outright declining.

“Unless,” you quickly add, detesting the dead air, “are you… training the new Warrior class?”

Zeke snorts. “No. I’ve been busy with other work, but you can check in on their progress if you’re interested. Seems like the Commander wouldn’t mind, seeing as he invited you here.”

You ignore the jab: And you accepted. “What’s kept you busy?”

“Good question.” His smile is a facetious one. “But you know that’s top secret.”

You scoff, but you were braver in front of the others. Now his indifference is too much to bear.

It’s only after you turn away that Zeke asks, “Why don’t you drop by the house? My grandparents should be happy to see you again.”

“I… actually came from there. They asked me to stay. I hope you don’t mind,” you follow, and regret the words as soon as you say it. It’s like you’re trying to piss him off. “I’ll pay for my share of everything, of course.”

He doesn’t react with anger, but you were stupid to expect him to. “Oh?” he asks instead, managing the most sarcastic one-word question in existence. His voice has gotten so much deeper in the last six years, and somehow that makes it worse. “I would have expected the distinguished Miss Blanchard to prefer better accommodations by now.”

You resist the urge to wince. “Don’t say that. The Yeager household was like home to me for several years. More than home, sometimes.”

There’s a pause where only your footsteps, still in time with one another, are all you hear as you make your way down the empty hall. The thought of Zeke’s gaze right now shames you, but it’s ahead he’s looking when he lets out a whistle. “You’re making this difficult for me,” he laughs. “How can I kick you out after such high praise?”

Your last footfall echoes as you stop, reaching for his arm. “Zeke—”

He yanks it away without even looking at you. “We should head back before the Commander decides he wants something from me after all. Come on.”

Your face burns with humiliation even though there’s no one else around to watch him walk away, his long strides too fast for you to catch up.

The Yeagers are pleased to have you over for dinner and beyond, and though you already dropped by before making your appearance at HQ, Mrs. Yeager does not run out of subjects to discuss with you, updating you on several of your neighbors’ lives. Who has married, who has passed away, and whose children have joined the Warrior program themselves, only to fail. Zeke doesn’t talk except to comment on something his grandparents say, or very rarely something you say so as not to arouse their suspicion. They have none. They are too busy doting on you after your long, long absence.

After dinner, when your stomachs are full and your chest is light with laughter, you stand up to collect the dishes and bring them to the sink. “Absolutely not,” Mrs. Yeager says, realizing your intention once she hears the light clatter of tableware. “You’re our guest, Lucy!”

“Please,” you call from the sink. “I miss doing this with all of you around.”

Dr. Yeager sighs in agreement with his wife. “Not on your first night. Zeke.”

Zeke is already on his feet, leaving only everyone’s glasses as he makes his way to the sink with the placemats. Dr. Yeager has brought out their good wine to celebrate your return. “I can do this myself,” he tells you, trying to wave you aside.

You don’t budge. “But I can help. We’ll get it all done more quickly.”

He levels a look at you—one you haven’t seen since you were very young, from before you were friends. “Sit with my grandmother, Lucy,” he murmurs so that only you hear. “Don’t make her crane her neck just to talk to you.”

Shame and something completely unfamiliar fill you at his reprimand, and you surrender with a nod. You make your way back to the table and squint at Mrs. Yeager. “Only tonight, though.”

Mrs. Yeager laughs, reaching for your hands across the table. You give them to her easily. “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman,” she says. “Your parents must be very proud of you.” You nod with some unease, and Dr. Yeager, even as he enjoys his wine, clears his throat. Mrs. Yeager realizes her mistake. “Ah—I...I’m sorry, dear. I know they passed away several years ago. But I’m sure they would be proud of you now.”

“That’s all right,” you reassure her. “I hope it’s not too bold to say, but… you and Dr. Yeager were mother and father to me for a time as well, when they couldn’t be. I will always be grateful for that.”

“Oh, Lucy,” Mrs. Yeager smiles, her eyes quickly shining, “That isn’t bold at all. We felt the same way. We only wish you had written more!”

A scoff makes its way from the kitchen. “Grandma,” Zeke reminds her lightly, even as he scrubs the plates with renewed vigor, “you know Lucy has been busy.”

“I know that, dear, I wasn’t trying to—”

“No, it is my fault,” you agree. “I promise I’ll be better about that the next time I go.”

“Next time?” asks Dr. Yeager, suddenly sitting up straight. “Where are you going?”

You blink, turning your attention to him, and attempt to wave the confusion away with your hands. “No, no, Dr. Yeager, I’ll be staying here for a while. I only meant that for the next time I leave Lib—”

“Next time?” Dr. Yeager repeats, his hand knocking over his wine glass as he eyes your left sleeve with intent. It trembles as he grasps at his scalp. “If you’re leaving, why aren’t you wearing your armband?”

The faucet shuts off, leaving only the sound of alcohol dripping from the dinner table to the floor, and Mrs. Yeager turns to him nervously. “Dear—”

“Don’t leave without your armband again, Faye,” he pleads, looking straight at you. He rises from his seat, voice more and more frantic as he swipes at a nearby cabinet with nothing to show for it. “Where is it? Where did you put it?”

Zeke is already wiping his hands on the hem of his shirt, and Mrs. Yeager goes to take her husband’s arm. “Darling, no, this is Lucy, remember?”

But Dr. Yeager is already heaving. It’s not long before tears are streaming down his face and he cries, “Why would you do this to me again? Why did he let you remove your armband, Faye?!”

“Dr. Yeager—I’m Lucy. Lucy,” you insist, hurrying over and tucking your hair behind your ears to show him your face, smiling as you’ve done many times in an attempt to calm him. You hold his arms, trying to jog him back to reality, but by now he is screaming and weeping, digging his fingers into your arms and repeatedly calling out his daughter’s name.

“...Come on, grandpa.” Zeke pries Dr. Yeager’s hands from your sleeve with his grandmother’s help. Stunned by his sudden lapse, you can only watch—able to follow only when they are already struggling with him by the stairs.

“Zeke—”

“Stay there,” he hisses with rancor that freezes you in place. Mrs. Yeager apologizes, but of course you shake your head and return to the dining room. Your hands shake as you clean the spilled alcohol from the dinner table and the floor, going over what you could have said to set off Dr. Yeager.

This is hardly the first time you’ve seen him like this, but it used to take only very specific words to remind him of that event, and so much easier to bring him back from those memories. The memory of his weeping face seizes at your heart, tempting you to launch yourself upstairs and ask after him, but Zeke is right. You’ll only make things worse.

You’re getting started on the dishes again when you hear heavy footsteps plod down the stairs.

Zeke. You cuff the faucet off, mouth already open when he smiles, reaching over to graze your exposed ear with his thumb and his index finger. “Did growing up damage your ears? I said I’d take care of the dishes.”

The unexpected contact sends a strange rush through you, but it’s the insult you focus on ignoring. Even if you do untuck your hair. “I’m sorry about Dr. Yeager.”

“It’s not your fault,” he shrugs. “It happens more often nowadays.”

“I didn’t know it had gotten so bad.”

“How could you? You’ve been away.”

You gnaw on your cheek at that. “I’m sorry, Zeke.”

For a moment, you finally see it—the recognition of the words you’ve been trying to say since you met earlier that afternoon, and the reason why. An eddy of hurt and confusion reflects in his eyes, pulling at the air around you. You want to rise above it, or else drown, or just beg for his forgiveness, but he knows you, or knew you as much as you knew him, and he cuts you off before you can speak.

“You really have grown up.” His droll chuckle makes your heart sink into your stomach. “You never used to apologize for anything.”

You make a face. “That’s not true.”

“Maybe. You were pretty damn insolent when you wanted to be.”

“I guess I could be,” you murmur. Your eyes lift to his, on a tightrope’s edge. “Remember when Marras overheard me complaining about firearm maintenance?”

Zeke snorts. “Magath had you cleaning Warrior arsenal for a week.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That was awful. Only Marcel snuck out to help me at night, and that was to impress Pieck. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

You squint at him. Zeke grins, warmly now, and hope almost finds you—but your words catch up with you first, and both of you remember when you really are.

“Marcel,” you can’t help but say with regret.

“Yeah.” Coursing a hand through his hair, Zeke brushes past you to the sink. “Anyway, I’ll take care of this. You go to bed. You have a meeting with Magath tomorrow—that’s why you came back, right?”

“No, not just—”

The sudden burst of running water from the faucet and the wall of his back means the conversation is over. Again. Clenching your fist, you bite your tongue and slowly breathe out your growing frustration.

“Good night, then, Zeke.”

You’ve already gone up the stairs when Zeke swallows the lump in his throat, staring at the spoon splashing water upon his palm. He’s been washing it for the last two minutes.

“Night, Lucy.”

Zeke has already left for HQ by the time you come downstairs the next morning. Dr. Yeager is still in bed, exhausted as he gets whenever he remembers his children, but Mrs. Yeager has prepared breakfast. Try as you might, you cannot resist sitting with her and sharing a meal together. You make it to the Liberio military headquarters just in time to hear the new Warrior instructor barking out to the children jogging around the courtyard.

You wander a little closer, unable to help your curiosity—but a nearby guard spots you and quickly corrals you away, back to the offices. “They’re expecting you,” he says, looking you over as he hands you back your permit. “Don’t know what top brass wants with a civilian, much less an Eldian, but...”

“Top brass?”

The soldier almost sneers at you. As if you don’t know, Eldian, it says, and you’re starting to think you actually don’t.

He’s led you not to the same conference room as yesterday afternoon, but to an office that you distinctly remember as off-limits. When the soldiers standing guard let you inside, you understand why.

Top brass is right. More than Commander Magath, there are a number of higher-ups waiting for you inside - some faces you’ve glimpsed since you were a child, and others you have seen as recently as months ago. One in particular stands out—an intelligence officer who reports directly to your brother. Three are generals at some of the highest levels in the army.

“Blanchard,” Magath calls out. You nearly stiffen at his voice again, but relax in time, to the chuckles of the men in the room. The commander ignores them, staring straight at you. You detect the slightest hint of an apology in his hardened gaze, or maybe that’s wishful thinking to keep your growing displeasure in check. “Glad you could make it.”

“Sir, I—”

A nearby general cuts you off. List. “You can dispense with that, Magath,” he says. “We’re all in the know here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

General List turns toward you.

“Thank you for coming, Miss Tybur,” he says. There is no smile in his harsh features, but he is not unkind. Careful, maybe. “Please, sit. We have a proposition for you.”

So... yes! I admit, part of the reason I wanted to write something in the AoT/SnK series is because I loved and hated the addition of the Tyburs. So I wanted to write a little more about the family but also since I'm thirsty, write a Zeke fic and eventually a Levi one (whether AU or not). Obviously we'll eventually go into why the Tyburs would send one of their own into the Warrior program, among other things, but bear with me for now.

Also disclaimer: This is a Zeke/Reader story set in the AOT world, so it’s a romance with a guy who gleefully murdered a shit ton of innocent people and helped Marley level countries. Please don’t look to this story for a completely morally upright character/reader/OC who makes all the right choices. (Though expect that Reader will take them into consideration.)

Last thing! This is a slowburn with some plot, so while you can definitely expect romance (and smut) down the line, and while this fic does go heavily into Lucy's/Reader's relationship with Zeke, it also features interactions with other characters. I just wanted to give fair warning if you expect it to focus only on Zeke.

Thank you for reading!

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