#aot medieval au

[bluebellhairpin]

Erwin Smith X Fem!Reader X Miche Zacharias

Summary: Now sovereign ruler, you have to prepare to say goodbye to your family for good. But with the weakness you find in yourself during this time, you also find strength in your new guards.

Warnings: Misogyny. Funeral setting. A single Panic Attack occurrence + recovery. Reader pronouns used are she/her. (Described wearing dresses; called 'queen' as a title.)

Listening to: 'Unshaken' by D'Angelo - "May I stand unshaken amid, amidst a crashing world."

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Long cut short, the fabric lay bare; 

Thread of blue and white, together it can repair; 

Long cut short, whisper the lord’s prayer.

You’d thought your heart was a heavy burden to bear, but it weighed nothing compared to the crown upon your head. 

The crown that, not even a few days ago, had been stained red with your elder brother's blood. They were quick to clean up the mess. 

It was a heavy metal set with too many jewels, and didn't suit the much smaller ceremony that had been held so recently for the same occasion. Your coronation had been tainted with a taste of bitter iron and grief, more a memorial than a time for celebration. An official announcement would be made at dawn tomorrow, just like the announcement made that morning of your family's deaths. 

Their funeral procession would be in a week, and it was your very first responsibility as Queen to make sure everything was to run smoothly. Unlike your brothers, who would've been the visit to the king's guard. 

Your visit, as Queen, was much smaller. Quieter. Pixis, thinking it the best option, brought to you the best he'd ever taught and told you to choose from the finest he had to offer. 

“Your safety is of the most concern, second only to that of your niece and nephew.” Pixis explained as he guided you through the halls to where a smaller selection of guards were waiting. “For now you will have two main guards, instead of one. Therefore we believe you need the best two, two who work best as a team, not just the two who work best on their own.”

“And do you also think so, or do I need to consult these others who belong with the ‘we’ you speak of?” you asked. His body turned inwards as he walked, and you saw the skin next to his eyes crinkle like wrapping paper as he smiled. 

“I can assure you I believe it to be best also.” 

“Then it shall be.” you said, voice quiet as you both came to a stop just outside the courtyard of waiting knights and guards. “I’m putting my life in your hands, I wish you to choose for me since you know these men best. For it I will be eternally in your debt.” 

“You believe so?” he asked. You nodded, surely.

“My father trusted you for so long and he fared just fine. His death wasn't because you were found lacking. I have no reason to doubt you.” 

They were all knights. Fresh faces willing to offer themselves from a place in the field to one in the castle - it was what they’d work up to, the main goal of a pageboy, to serve the king as a knight so directly. It was obvious that’s what most of them were expecting. 

A king. 

Instead they got you, and they made a horrible job at hiding their preference. You were, admittedly, met with the proper respect, however the looks in some of those men’s eyes had you wishing to run away. You almost pulled Pixis aside just to tell him which ones you didn’t want. 

Before you worked up the courage to do so - something that came with the realization that as Queen you needed to do more quickly - he called out two names. Two knights stepped forward. 

Your breath caught in your throat, not just because of the handsomeness of their features, but also the familiarity. 

They were older, but still had that blond hair and blue eyes that haunted your childhood. One bigger and the other more conventionally attractive. 

“Erwin Smith and Miche Zacharias, ma’am.” Pixis said, “They’re in the top three candidates. These two word together so well we often call them -”

“- Brothers.” you finished, looking at Pixis before back at the men. “I see why, at least.” 

“If I may, your majesty,” one of them, Erwin, said, bowing his head low with a hand over his heart, “How are you today?” Your head tilted, wondering why the inquiry, before his hand moved back down and sent a waft of air your way. 

Spiced frankincense, you smelt, and it made sense. 

“I am well,” you said, swallowing harshly yet mustering a smile, “Considering.” 

Your eyes tore from Erwin to look at Miche, standing stoically at attention. He offered a knowing smile when your eyes met and you felt a fluttering in your stomach. 

Pixis went on to explain more, and within an hour you’d seen both other candidates, and Erwin and Miche demonstrate their abilities on the other knights, as well as a show of their general knowledge. You walked back out of the courtyard with a decision made. 

Tomorrow would be their first day as your guards. 

You didn’t notice much about the funeral garb that your handmaidens had stuffed you into. In fact all you really paid attention to aside from it’s color of morning was the veil fastened over your face and how the corset lost it’s usual supportive nature. Now it was rather suffocating, whether due to the day's prospects or because it was simply put on wrong. 

The girl now by your side, new and fresh-faced with hair of harvested wheat and large doe eyes, fixed the hem of your veil. She caught your eyes, and you could tell by her reaction that your gaze was far too harsh for what she deserved. Her glow wilted, and it only made the sour of your heart worse. 

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Historia, ma’am.” she replied, shyly fiddling with her fingers. 

“That’s a pretty name.” you said lightly, only loud enough for her to hear, and she visibly preened under your words. A beat of silence passed before you spoke again, now taking your turn to fiddle with your fingers. “I think I need a ring, will you choose one for me Historia?” 

She nodded with a hum, turning to the dresser with a jewelry box on it to fuss with its contents. You turned away, facing the door where both Erwin and Miche stood guard. 

They’d been around for a few days now, and while it took a day to get used to them being here rather than your singular old one - who was now who knows where - you had to admit you did take to them rather quickly. 

No doubt your made-up memories of them from your youth was the cause of that. 

But over the short course of time you’d managed to note a few things about them. When two people are around so much, when you have so little to do, observing the only company you have would come easily. 

You saw that Erwin’s hair had changed, longer so that the few times it didn’t stick back it’d obscure his eyes. You noted how his right arm was weak, overhearing on one cold morning how it was a result of an old injury in war. In one conversation you dove into his eyes, so deep and blue, you thought they were the sea you’d drown in before you’d again start paying attention to his words instead. 

He was all muscle, chorded strength like a thickly braided rope and the waves of the seas crashing into cliff sides. He was stubbornness and power and determination, but he was also patience. 

And you could tell all that from a few days. 

Miche was more difficult to read. He took longer to observe. But the times when they’d meet you and you’d still have wet cheeks and red eyes, Miche was the one to offer his aid first. For someone so stoic, he had his heart on his sleeve. A quiet being with zero hesitation to keep those around him safe. 

He had a warmth in his hands that told you everything was going to be okay when he handed you his handkerchief, and a fire in his eyes that warmed your soul like a hearth. 

His hair had also grown, more often than not he’d be brushing it back off his face - he needed to tie it back or cut it. He often abandoned his armor while in the castle, he ran hot with how well his body stored its reserves - clearly seen in how much bigger he was compared to Erwin, and Erwin was by no means a mediocre size man. 

Pixis was right in choosing them. If it were anyone else you knew you wouldn’t have warmed up to them so quickly. Eggshells would still be walked on by both them and you - but with Erwin and Miche, that was not the case. 

Historia returned, offering her hand so she could slide a ring onto a finger on your right hand. You looked down to see your father's signet ring. You supposed, thinking, that just like everything else it was now it was yours. 

She was looking at you expectantly, and although you were still in a mood akin to being rather sour, you offered her the kindest smile you could muster while running a hand down her arm in thanks. 

She scuttled off, returning again with a thick cloak of wool and satin and fur to keep you warm while the snow fell outside, and the funeral pyres of your family burned bright. 

It was already dusk, the pyres had wilted down to smoldering embers, and most of the kingdom who came to pay their respects had already come and gone. 

You’d stayed. A thin layer of snow covered your entire body, and from how still you were in spite of the cold could have anyone fooled into thinking you were a statured relic. 

“You’re Majesty,” Miche’s deep rumble had your head finally turning away from your family. “I know you wish to say, but we must go. It’s not good for a person to be out here any longer.” 

You looked past him to Erwin, standing a ways off in the same ceremonial armor and furs as Miche was. He’d sent his friend to get you, knowing Miche would be softer about gathering you back to the castle. 

But your eyes prickled, the cold stung, you couldn’t feel your fingers and you couldn’t breathe. Like a tree had been fell upon you, your corset was far too tight, too suffocating, you needed it off and you needed to breathe. 

Turning away with a quiet sob, your arms flung to you back under you cloak to attempt at tearing at the chords and ribbon fastening your ribs shut. You weren’t handling this as well as you’d thought at all - and you knew you weren’t handling it well to begin with. 

Miche’s hands flung out to steady you as your legs wobbled in your mild hysteria. 

He could tell you were trying to hear him - but you’d been sent into a panic, you needed something and you weren’t able to convey it properly. A particularly cold chill went down his spine at the thought of you going mad - not an entirely unreasonable thing, considering - but he genuinely liked you. He’d rather give up a pound of his own flesh then watch you descend into emotions you would never recover from. 

Nothing was getting through to you, and Miche knew it wasn’t quite proper - but propriety be damned, you needed help. 

Only when his fingers ghosted each side of your face did you regain some clarity. Your cheeks were ghostly cold. 

“Hey, look at me -” he tried, and even though your eyes were glossed with tears, they still met his own, “- you’re going to be okay. Tell me what you need.” 

Your mouth opened and closed, your voice only procured a croak the first few tries - he was doing his best to soothe you, watching as a tear broke from your lashes and left an icey trial across his finger. 

“Let me help you.” Watching your mouth shut, he thought he said the wrong thing. But then you spoke, wet and quiet and he almost missed it over the wind. 

“I - I need my corset loosened.” He looked in your eyes and saw how you started to not meet them over a wave of embarrassment at your confession. 

Then, ashamed, he noticed how quick your breaths were - that indeed you were having a rough time in that regard - how he should’ve noticed sooner, and why couldn’t he be a little bit more like Erwin without losing so much humanity. But you needed help, and - while he couldn’t admit to undoing a lot of them in his time - your corset wasn’t one that you could undo yourself. 

Miche’s hands moved. His fingers usually weren’t so clumsy, but the cold had been biting at them for hours. In his peripherals he saw Erwin step forward in concern - undressing the Queen, how dare he. A quick look telling him he’ll have it all explained later left him not intervening, but still weary. 

After pulling at your overcoat, dress, and corset, you’d finally calmed. However he could see you were visibly tired, and you’d taken to clutching to a space of fabric at his wrist like it was your lifeline. 

Erwin was concerned - even after they’d taken you inside and your handmaidens had bundled you up to try and get you warm again. 

He knew it wasn’t his place - he hadn’t grown up with royal politics, rather war strategies - but you hadn’t had either. He knew you’d get adviser for those things, you hadn't yet, but he felt in his gut that he wouldn’t like whatever man the court would give you. You hadn’t been genuinely cared for your whole life - only survived so far out of duty and privilege. You were unprepared. 

True, he wasn’t always the best friend anyone could ask for, but he could read rooms as easily as his father could read through books. 

Very early on he could tell no one cared for you, and now he realized how much of a problem that could be. You were so young, and lost so much. You needed friends now more than ever, and yet now more than ever fake, leeches of friends would offer themselves willingly. 

He knew he had a job, a duty that he was to value more than his own life, but maybe keeping you safe in this way was part of his duty. Befriending you, helping you find good people to keep close, and keeping those with ill intent away. 

After you were deemed warm enough, he and Miche were allowed into your room. He walked in second, seeing you tucked into bed - your upper body propped up and sinking into a dozen pillows - and a thick layer of blankets pulled up under your arms as you slowly sipped on a mug of something warm. 

It was late, the fire was going strong and candles were lit across the room. Everyone else had left since you didn’t need them anymore. Them both being allowed in wasn’t actually an accurate statement - they let themselves in because no one was around to stop them. 

The small smile you greeted them with told them you didn’t mind their sudden company. 

You gestured to the end of your bed, telling them quietly that they were welcomed to sit, and Erwin took the invitation gladly. It was a large bed, made you look comically small, so there was plenty of space for the two of them to sit without disrupting you. 

“Are you feeling a little better now, your majesty?” Miche asked, and Erwin watched you intently as you watched the content of your mug swirl around before procuring a reply. 

“Yes, a little.” you said. With your eyes still downcast, and with them both still waiting in case you wanted to continue, you kept going, “I guess I just didn’t want to say goodbye.” 

For some reason Erwin understood. 

Your family didn’t treat you the best - often taking you for granted or leaving you in a corner unnoticed - but they were still your family. They were gone, and you’d still miss them. You still had a right to miss them. 

“Everyone’s grieving.” he heard Miche say quietly, “We’ll miss them too.” 

You finally looked up at them, smiling sadly at Miche before casting a glance over at Erwin. He realized, in that moment, that this was the first time you’d all been left completely alone. 

“I remember you. Both of you.” you admitted quietly, fiddling with your fingers around your mug. “I think it was you, when we were younger.” 

“Near the wisteria vines,” Erwin said, recalling that day he first met the little Princess - now Queen. 

In his mind's eye he could see how you changed - a maturity to your face, and parts of you that slimmed from baby-fat and parts that had filled out. Times were simpler when you were younger - them skimping from training and you simply running away to the gardens for the sake of stirring up trouble. 

“We spent the whole day together.” 

“Ate nectarines from the tree in the secret place you took us to.” Miche said. “My hands were still sticky when I went to bed that night.” That brought a quiet giggle from you - the first of its kind that Erwin had ever heard come from your grown lungs. 

This is a good topic, he thought. 

“Is it still there?” he asked, “The place you showed us?” 

“It is.” You nodded, raising your mug to your lips and taking a large mouthful. “Though now there’s a door, it freezes shut during winter. If you’d want to go you’d have to wait for the thaw.” 

“You’ll have to show us, wouldn’t be the same without you anyway.” Erwin felt himself smile as he watched you fluster. He looked over at Miche, who had a fondness in his appearance that only usually showed around people he’d known for years. 

He supposed, technically, he had known you for years.

You were very grateful about how understanding Miche and Erwin were yesterday. 

You deeply hoped you’d never have to deal with anything like it again - but things like that are never set in stone. At least, you thought that you’d likely have them with you if it were to happen again. 

Very grateful indeed. 

Lying in bed, clutching a too-fluffed pillow to your chest, you looked out the window and watched as the hot red glow of the sunrise dulled to a yellow behind a half dozen clouds. 

Greedily you hoped that they’d get more chances to save you, not just from yourself and your own mind, but other things too - however you dreaded the thought of them getting hurt in return. You could romanticize it all you wanted, but as nice as it was to dream you knew reality could be much more harsh. 

In reality, they were incredibly lucky to still be standing on two feet with beating hearts. Too many others weren’t so fortunate. Time and circumstance kills all, you’ve found, and yet it can also keep people alive. 

You know you want to repay them both. Your knights deserved something good, and you convinced yourself they would keep on deserving. 

Now, just after the cusp of the coldest day the year had seen, you were planning what to do with them that coming summer. Nectarines and honey, with juice running down your fingers and the uncomfortable feeling of the flesh near the seed getting stuck between your teeth. 

It’d be a sunny day with a cool breeze, and it’d be just you three.

Even if your duties got in the way for the rest of your life, you were determined to spare a few hours to yourself with them for this. 

#erwin smith x reader #miche zacharias x reader #erwin smith x female reader #miche zacharias x female reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x female reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #medieval au #royal au #knight au

[prpfs]

💘 hi there! 25F looking for lit - adv. lit writers for an attack on titan canon/oc (doubling) roleplay!

about the writer:

• multi-paragraph. anywhere from a couple paragraphs to 1k words per characters, but quality over quantity.

• writes solely in third person, past tense.

• i can usually do at least one response a week if we are doing novella. likely more if we are writing shorter responses. always feel free to take as much time as you need to respond. i won't harass you and i would appreciate the same courtesy. :)

• prefers roleplaying over email or docs. can be convinced to do discord if we have a designated server.

• m/f and f/f pairings

• canon/oc doubling is a must! no canon/canon besides side pairings.

• loves plotting, gushing over ocs & pairings, making mood boards & playlists, drawing, etc.

about the roleplay:

• looking for someone to write eren jaeger against my female oc. i can write anyone for you in return. i have a writing sample i can provide upon request.

• looking for someone interested in complex relationship dynamics & plot/character development. be willing to tell a juicy, dramatic story with me! i am most interested in enemies to lovers for my side.

• please put equal care into my side, because i will give 110% of my effort to play your selected canon. <3

• the canon setting is highly preferred but i am open to AUs and crossovers! AU options are (but not limited to) medieval/medieval fantasy, modern, post-apocalyptic (fallout, zombies...), alice in wonderland, wild west, mafia, various horror games, etc.

•  romance, drama, angst, comedy, action, dark themes, and so on. i love all genres and am very versatile!

• overall, i am just seeking a writing partner who is as hyped for the roleplay and our plots/characters as i am! there is so much to work with when it comes the the AoT-verse, so let's dive in and possibly become friends along the way!

if you're interested, like this and i'll PM you or reach out to me directly! hope to hear from you. :>

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#aot rp #attack on titan rp #attack on titan roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

[cherrylapin]

aot roleplay search

hi friends! i (25/F) am an adv. lit writer looking for a roleplay partner for attack on titan/shingeki no kyojin. i am completely caught up with the anime and already know the ending, so no worries about spoilers.

i am looking to write against eren jaeger. in return, i can write any character from the series for you! love triangles are also welcome.

guidelines:

canon/oc doubling -- m/f of f/f pairings

please put equal care into my side. i always give it my all when i double, so i would appreciate the same effort.

around 1-2 replies per week, maybe more

be open to plotting ooc

AUs or canon setting

be okay with dark themes since it is a gritty setting and plot to begin with.

18+ only, no minors

expect pinterest boards, playlists, headcanons, etc. from me since i'm a dweeb and love gushing!

email, docs, or rpnation is preferred for rping. no discord.

like this and i will reach out or shoot me a pm to begin discussing!

word bank below for potential AUs/tropes & general vibes i enjoy.

word-bank:

alice in wonderland/american mcgee's alice, post-apocalyptic, nuclear fallout, zombies, historical, wild west, mafia, pirates, vampires, medieval fantasy, sci-fi, love triangle, enemies to lovers, toxic relationships, star-crossed lovers, modern, dark & gritty, found family, silent hill, halloween, until dawn, the dark pictures anthology, tim burton, arranged marriage

#aot rp #attack on titan rp #canon x oc rp #canon x oc #canon x oc roleplay #ccxoc #cc x oc #cc/oc #cc x oc rp #cc x oc roleplay #cc/oc roleplay #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #attack on titan roleplay #snk rp #snk roleplay #shingeki no kyojin rp #shingeki no kyojin roleplay #aot roleplay #adv. lit rp #adv lit rp #novella rp #adv lit roleplay #novella roleplay #quizilla #rp ad #roleplay ad #roleplay partner search #rp partner search #roleplay partner wanted

[strscrossed]

✨writing updates✨

so after a month of not writing much because that whole thing on twitter really shattered my confidence for a bit but I’m picking up the pieces now. so!

I’m revising the warlord outline still and have started work on chapter 7 as well as the edits for chapter 4-6. I’ll be sending it to my beta as soon as I’m done and I will update again once I’ve written out the full story.

I’ve started working on alg chapter 9! this’ll be the end of the first arc of the story and the baby’s name reveal is coming! I missed jeanpiku seriously!

the medieval au is also in the works, it will also be renamed because I hate the current title lol!

I’m working on the actor au and the divorce au as well. please be patient with me 😭

a canonverse tragic fic is in the works for jikupiku as well

this is non aot (shocker!) but I’ve gotten an idea for a sugushoko (jjk) one shot. and yes it’s my usual brand of angst and smut. idk when this’ll be up but I will try!

#updates

[therosefrontier]

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received

I have been tagged! By @pencilofawesomeness! Will anyone see this? Who knows, but it sounds like fun. My first time making a poll...

So in all I have way too many WIPs but these are some of the most current on the mind that I actually have ideas for, with the exception of my TWST fic "And You Think, 'No Escape'" since I'm actually actively writing on that one.

Also, this is my AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/BlossomingRosebud/works

Marking since I have a difference username there. I keep meaning to change the tumblr one, but the one time it tried it didn't work...?

Anyways, tagging @resident-normal-person! And anyone else who wants to, of course!

#polls #writing

[dariakhch]

Okay, that is the way my brain works. 🤡

And now I have some cringey AoT-DnD-Medieval AU in my head.

Work in progress~

#art #artwork #digital art #digital artwork #sketch #digital sketch #attack on titan #aot eruri #eruri #attack on titan fanart #aot #levi attack on titan #erwin attack on titan #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x levi #levi x erwin #artists on tumblr #work in progress #wip #dariakhch

[leinuru]

Hello! I'm just going to make this short and

simple. Returning once more in search of AOT

roleplayers! I've been rewatching the show again

(for the millionth time) and had another spark of

inspiration. I realized how much I love and miss

writing it, so I'm hoping the AOT p community

isn't dead on here.

 ⠢   ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚   ˗ˏ✎

I'm looking for 18+ Ereri | Eruri I EreRei roleplayers

on Discord. Plot wise, I'm up for anything!

Whether it's the canon world, or an AU. Some of

my favorite genres are medieval, fantasy, sci-fi/

futuristic settings like cyberpunk and anything

with drama/angst. For Eruri, I play as Levi and for

Ereri, I write as Eren. With EreRei, I'm not picky

about writing either. Both Eren and Reiner are my

babies, so <3

For all characters, I play as a switch.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

#Eruri #Ereri #EreRei #Erwin x Levi #eren x levi #eren x reiner #aot roleplay #aot rp #eruri rp #ereri rp #bxb #literate rp #eren x reiner rp

[macbeth-n-cheese]

Black Lutz

My latest D&D 5e boy

A bit off topic (and maybe won't get too much attention), but I'm very proud of him! Yes, I know he looks like Erwin Smith lol he was inspired by an AoT Medieval!AU, but his personality is completely different

He's a Paladin of the Silver Flame, and here's the little bio I made:

A military man by nature, he enlisted into the city guard as soo as he was able, leading a fair and dutiful career and earning his spurs after he proved his valor to their liege and outshined his shield-brothers in the field of battle. After a traumatic experience —one that bad tongues speak of in hushed tones, about how the disgraced knight's greed was what led to his demise— Lutz was left disheartened and set off from his homeland in shame, dedicating his life to the protection of the simple folks in order to appease his demons and attone for his sins. He wears a black gambeson with the crest of his Lord, which has earned him his alias, and is a tall, strongly built man on his mid 30s, with the marks of fighting and hard labour about him. He carries himself with pride, back stiff and shoulders straight, and keeps his pale-blond hair neatly arranged on a side part, just as strictly as his closed-off expression. He has sharp hazel eyes, thin lips and a gap between his front teeth (that he hates, but I love), and speaks politely as befitting of a royal knight. In his satchel, he always carries a prayer book, holy amulet, and a vial of laudanum tincture to ease his nerves.

His hair is a personal conquest lol it's a cut that I love a lot. Playing with him is being an absolute plast as well.

There's a super fun text rp server on discord btw

#dnd stuff #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons 5e #dnd 5e art #paladin dnd #rpg character #my art #comissions open #wink wink #ask me about his tragic backstory #he is indeed German

[mr-ack3rman]

Hello everyone! AOT fan here. Looking for someone who is interested, eager, and someone who has ideas for our roleplay. I can do canon and even modern AU as well. (Mostly looking for modern) Dang, we can even roleplay any genre you’ll like too. Could be from modern military base to space, to medieval times fantasy, to zombie apocalypse, like I don't mind using AOT characters in those categories.

What I am looking for a Lexi x ??? story. (I am Levi and either a Petra or an oc will be fine.)

I accept oc as well. And yes, I accept Canon x oc and oc x oc. I do prefer MxF.

I have roleplayed Eren, Mikasa, Erwin, Armin, Jean, Furlan, Isabel, and especially Levi.

I am a female, I do prefer people who are over 21+. I do prefer discord. I also live in EST time and I work full time. I do prefer people around close to my time. USA/Canada.

I do prefer people who write literate or simi. No need for perfect grammar. As long you give me something to work with. And I also roleplay multiple people and use 3rd person. Even roleplay generations (ex. Our character's kids)

Dm me or like this post if interested.

Thanks :)

#rp aot #aot rp #rp levi #levi rp #snk rp #petra x levi #attack on titan rp #roleplay #roleplaying #aot roleplay #snk roleplay

[glazesunflower]

How many wips do you have?

This is a fun question! 😊

For Tumblr posts, I have 5 wips for different requests I’ve gotten! For Kujou Sara, Yelan, Mikasa (aot), Ei and Hu Tao.

For my AO3 account, I have 2 wips for longer fics, one Ganyu/Reader (NSFW) and one Ayaka/Lumine (Hurt/Comfort).

And for my personal projects (not fanfic related), I have 3 wips as well, one Medieval AU, one Gods AU and one WLW love story!

.

(Ask me anything from this fanfiction ask!)

#June talks 🥂

[bluebellhairpin]

Erwin Smith X Fem!Reader X Miche Zacharias

Summary: When you were a little, you met three boys. To this day you've never forgotten them - even on the worst day of your life you only wanted the carefree innocence that came with knowing them.

Warnings: Parental and Sibling death. Blood and gore. Misogyny. Reader pronouns used are she/her. (Described as wearing dresses, cutting long hair short; called 'queen' and 'princess' as a title.)

Listening to: 'Music Under the Mountain' by Kelsey Woods

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Long cut short, tapestry weaved together;

Thread of red and black, to return it shall never;

Long cut short, tapestry half lost forever.

While you had trouble remembering a time without Erwin or Miche, they both remembered the exact day they first met you. 

They were freshly appointed squires revelling in their first day off. 

Erwin had taken to Miche quite quickly - now known as each other's oldest and closest friend, often mistaken for brothers. The sight brought a sort of joy to the older soldiers, seeing the two blond boys made of strength and, especially, sunshine. 

They, along with a young Levi Ackerman, had snuck out of the back fields - an area beyond the servants quarters at the castle - to venture through the royal gardens. They knew of the trouble they could get in if they were caught - a thrashing of no laughing matter, and halved rations for at least a week were the rumoured punishment of the children who’d tried before them. 

They’d made their way through the oak and willow trees that held part of the king’s pride, past the queen’s rose garden full of red, yellow, and white blooms. They’d reached a passage - a hall it could easily be mistaken for if it weren’t for the rays of sunlight peeking through the thick wisteria flowers. 

Erwin could feel Miche’s proposal before he even spoke it aloud. 

“First one to the other end gets a part of the other's dinner tonight,” Before he or Levi could object, Miche was off on long gangly legs. “Go!” 

Erwin, never one to back down from a challenge - willing or not - quickly surged forward with a skid of gravel underfoot, and Levi - left with no other choice - joined too. The three were evenly matched, until the last few metres of the tunnel approached. Erwin, driven with a need to come out victorious, gained a sudden burst of energy that took him further ahead of Miche. The grin that spread across his face at the idea of winning quickly disappeared as an obstacle emerged. 

A girl, small and giggling with joy - unaware of the larger boy barreling towards her at a rate he no longer had control over - dressed in something pink and far too delicate for outdoor play. 

Erwin tried stopping, slowing down, as best he could, but it was too late. On instinct his knees buckled, and he pulled the girl to his chest as he knocked her over. But she didn’t touch the ground. He could feel his face pale as he looked down at her, watching as her lip quivered in shock. 

He quickly shushed her, sitting up as Levi and Miche came to a stop behind him, still in the tunnel, while he tried to conclude how much trouble he’d be in because he’d knocked over this girl. 

“Hey, hey - it’s okay! What’s your name? I’m Erwin.” He said, voice far too rushed, and breaking in parts. The girl sniffled, backing away as she stood. Erwin noticed she had no shoes on. She looked like she was about to speak when a call had all four of them panicking. 

“Princess!” The girl stiffened, before she inched back towards Erwin. 

“Hide me!” she said, voice quiet but urgent. 

“What? Why? If you’re the Princess then you need to go back where -”

“No!” She said, stamping her foot with a wince. “I’m not going back to tea, they make it so boring and my grandmother keeps pinching my cheeks.” 

“Spoilt much.” Erwin heard Levi grumble under his breath. But now Erwin had a plan.

“Listen, we’ll hide you as long as you swear you never saw up when you do go back.” Erwin proposed, spitting in his hand and then thrusting it out boyishly. “Deal?” 

The girl looked at the three of them. 

“If you don’t tell me your names, then I won't be lying?” She offered, apparently forgetting Erwin had already told her his. He nodded anyway, wondering how exactly the mind of someone that much younger than he worked. She smiled, happy with the deal now, and then looked at his hand with mild disgust. 

She spat in his hand too, unaware of the lower-class custom, before turning and running back into the tunnel. 

“This way, quickly!” she said, “I know a secret spot but you have to promise not to tell anyone about it!” She said, voice breathless and too-loud from her running. The three boys shared a look before nodding and running after her. 

Erwin thought that, if she were the Princess - this was the royal gardens on a fine day, it was entirely possible - that keeping an eye on her and keeping her safe while she was being a little rebellious was a good thing. They were only squires, but it was a good learning experience. 

Maybe one day, Erwin thought with a smile, he’d be privileged enough to protect her when he was a knight. 

“A ‘privilege’ isn’t a word I’d use to describe today. She’s a brat.”

Now safely back in their bunks for the night - not having been caught or tattled on, but one portion less thanks to Erwin insisting he still won the bet - Levi expressed his disdain for the little princess they’d met today.

“I thought that place she showed us was quite neat.” Miche mused, his hands tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “That little nook could come in quite handy someday."

“I’m sure it’s not as secret as she thinks though.” Erwin said, folding a shirt on the bunk below Miche. “Places like that among people like them don’t stay secret for long.”

“And what would you know about ‘people like them’? I’ve never seen you closer to the castle than you were today.” Miche said.

Levi could tell they weren’t going to shut up, so he rolled over as he listened to them banter.

Long after they finished and went to sleep, Miche still lay awake, ignoring Erwins heavy breathing below him. Mulling over the day's events and the new information he’d been given.

Erwin said he’d read books, been taught by his father before he’d died and Erwin joined as a page boy. The Princess was one of the King’s children, and her mother had been the King’s second wife - the Princess, you, his last and youngest child.

You had two older half-siblings - both Princesses - and two older brothers. Miche almost pitied you from what he knew now. Your sisters would be married off to strengthen ties between kingdoms - one already had been, with the second betrothed also - while your eldest brother was in-line to become king, and the other as his right hand - expected to marry strongly also.

You, the youngest daughter, almost sounded nothing more than a footnote when compared to the big picture. It made Miche rethink why you were ‘running away’ today. Were you simply acting out for attention, or - younger even than ten summers - did you know what would become of your life, and wanted something else? Something more.

He sighed, deeming it none of his business. If it were a topic of worry for him, it wasn’t worth worrying now. In the future, maybe, but it may not even come to that. Knowing his luck, he’d die long before being granted a position of such high status in the guard to have to worry about protecting you so fiercely.

But maybe, because he was not immune to dreaming, one day he might get to anyway.

You swore, if you could, that you’d be able to pick the faces of those boys out among all the other’s working at the castle.

Even now, years later, you felt you could do it.

What you’d come to know about them, and what you remembered of them, was that they were dressed as squires, meaning now - thirteen years later - they’d be fully fledged knights. They’d been serving that way for almost half that time.

You remembered one clearly, and one fondly, while the other blended with the others.

Clearly you remember, because he was so much smaller, and angrier, with dark hair. Fondly you remember one because you’d grown to love him in some small way, with his kind actions and handsome face. The third was a blur, a mix of the second as well as of himself, but you remember he was the tallest, and biggest - in some unknown way that alone made you feel safe.

You stood now behind your mother - The Queen Mother - and your sister-in-law - The New Queen - watching your eldest brother be anointed king. He’d always carried a confident pride in him, and showing it now made him look, dare you say, ugly. It didn't suit him like it did your father.

You father wore it gracefully, not with pride.

Your brother made it easy for your mind to wander to the three boys that haunted your childhood. Even now as the crowd surged with applause for their new king your mind went to the nights you’d spend wishing one of their heads would pop in through your window to take you on an adventure.

You’d play in your room - alone aside from the governess doing her needlepoint in the rocking chair by the fire - pretending your knights-to-be were there with you.

Now though, you looked down at your hands, pitying yourself and how the fondest parts of your childhood were make-believe.

You held onto the hope - one that kept your head upright and hands steady - that tomorrow, when your brother would address the guard as a whole to appoint new roles, that you’d see them again. Probably only from a distance, of that you were sure. But seeing them again in the flesh, that would perhaps let you know that at least you had met them.

Once, long ago.

Your mother turned, catching your eye. Her face softened, and she smiled. She didn’t say a word, only brushed her hand on your chin before turning back to her son again. How fitting, you thought, that the only thing she’d spare you was a glance on the day where your life was to be ruined forever.

You were late to the banquet that night. It was the one thing you were dreading - being late - but another also the dinner, where your whole family would be, and you’d be the object of their jeering.

Twenty-one summers passed unwed, without child, and even unbetrothed. Both your sisters had been promised since they were fifteen, but you had every birthday since coming of age come and go without a single intention of marriage.

You were a shame, to put it lightly, and it wasn’t one you bared happily.

Your sisters were so beautiful, you’d looked at them with awe when you were younger only to find it turned to envy as you got older. A jealous shade of green that had you copying their ways as much as possible in an effort to grasp at what that had. Truly the only thing you shared was a father, but that didn’t stop you from fitting yourself into the same kinds and colors of dress, keeping your hair long and styled the same even though it never suited you or was never as perfect.

Trying to push and pull yourself into the same mold. But you’d never be them, you’d always be lacking. You’d always be the Princess no one wanted.

When you reached the dining hall door, you found it odd to have to open it yourself.

But the sight behind the door had you wishing you never opened it in the first place.

You thought, maybe you were cursed. To be alone. To be unwanted. At the very least, you had to be - to be the one to stumble upon such an awful scene such as this could only be the result of an evil bewitchment.

But this was much worse than when you found your father. He was sickly before you even found him, you’d gone to say goodbye but you hadn’t even gotten to do that. He was dead when you walked in, thus you were too late.

And there before you was your mother seated next to the king's place. Beautiful, her face looked like she was sleeping until you went lower to the unnatural flap of flesh on her neck, bleeding all over her perfect dress.

Guards were all around the table - they were old ones, serving their last night before the change of guard for the new king - bleeding the same as your mother from various other wounds. You siblings and their husbands and wives suffered a similar fate - all dead, and painting the room such a sickly shade of red.

You physically felt the blood drain from your face, a lightheaded nausea formed in your core that had you sweating and shaking, with the vision disappearing from your eyes, ears feeling like they’d been stuffed full of cotton.

Even then you could only think of one other thing - because they may not have treated you like family, but they were, and all four of your siblings had children, and you afforded each of your nephews and nieces kindness - you found yourself turning, stumbling over your feet with a hand at your mouth as if you could find the strength in you to check on their children.

They had to be okay. Surely. If you weren’t in the room and you were fine, then they must be too.

But you didn’t even have the strength to stand on your own anymore.

Your body never hit the floor. Instead of cold marble your hands grasped metal chainmail, your head caught on the shoulder of a man, and warm fingers tapped your cheek. Instead of blood, familiar smelling spiced frankincense filled your nose, you heard a muffled voice call your name, but all you replied through light sobs was mutterings about the children rather than answers about your own wellbeing.

Then you become angry, taking it out on the breastplate of the man before you - your heart was sent on leaving a good dent in the metal, but the man grabbed your hands, holding them both in one of his own as he petted your hair and shushed you.

Your vision was returning, but the blackening spots traded places with tears that made everything too blurry. You hiccupped, upset that someone could do this to them - to you - and get away with it so easily, on today of all days. Your brother had barely been king for half a day - your mother died less than two weeks after her husband.

Today was supposed to be a happy day.

How dare they do this, whoever they were.

How dare they.

You were immediately taken to bed, and the next day the staff were acting differently.

Grief still washed over you, constant throughout your day like an unwanted cousin at a gathering, but that morning it came strong once more like it did the night before.

Whoever had murdered your family had tried to get to the children too - evident on wanting to wipe out your family in one go.

There were only two survivors other than yourself - your king brother’s baby son, and your second sister’s daughter who wasn’t much older. You thanked the gods that at least they’d be far too young to remember what happened today. In this respect they had a fortune you were now unable to possess.

What made you finally realize why everyone was so different around you was being told by the old Captain of the Kings guard, Pixis, what this meant for you.

“Princess,” he said, standing attentive at your side as you sat by a fire, “Your nephew is far too young to take his father’s place. The country needs someone of royal blood on the throne, now more than ever.” You stared into the fire, letting him continue talking. “I know you won't be ready, but there are people in the castle who you can trust to teach you, and to guide you.”

“You mean there are people here I cannot trust?” you said, slowly meeting his eyes.

“Possibly. We do not know who killed your family -”

“- and the guards.” Your addition made him hesitate, as if he didn’t expect their deaths to matter to you.

“Yes.” he finally said, “What we have come to know can be discussed at length another day, when you’re not mourning so.” You nodded at that, thankful for some time. “I’ll leave you now.” His hand raised to his chest, over his heart, and he bowed his head.

“The King is dead; long live the Queen.”

Pixis left without another word, and you mulled over what exactly that meant.

Your sisters weren’t to be queen, they never were. The role of monarch fell to a man - always. But there had never been a lack of male heir’s before. You supposed some people might be quite upset about having a baby as a king, while you could quite easily imagine others who’d prefer that over having you as sole ruler.

You decided, solemnly, that maybe you weren’t meant for anything more. Maybe for this you were always alone, unwanted, and forgotten. Your nephew had sixteen years before he became of age - sixteen years you’d need to rule with a strong hand and heavy heart.

But your hands were never strong, and your heart was too heavy for you to carry on your own. You were too emotional, too young and naïve. Too sheltered in the shadow of others to know what to do or how.

Your eyes caught the fire reflecting in the flash of metal on the table beside you. Scissors, meant for heavy fabric - left there by your mother. You looked down where your hands were folded neatly in your lap, unscarred and soft. They’d never done anything on their own, they’d barely felt the prick of a needle when you did embroidery.

You took the scissors and stood, turning to the mirror with a fist of your own hair in your hand, metal blades reached high.

Now, from today, you’d do things on your own.

#erwin smith x reader #miche zacharias x reader #erwin smith x female reader #miche zacharias x female reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x female reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #medieval au #royal au #knight au

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6: Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal, or sportswear?

I think I fall more under tomboy

60: If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Ooooh, hmmmm idk for some reason this question made me think about having some major MC energy and going off on an adventure. Something dramatic, in an AU maybe medieval ish (absolutely NOT AoT jfc)

85: Fairy tales or Mythology?

Mythology!!

Send me weird asks that say a lot!

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» Haikyuu Boys As Songs I Can’t Listen to… (ft. Tobio, Oikawa, Sugawara and Kei)

» What the Haikyuu Setters Wear to Bed (ft. Kenma, Tobio, Oikawa, Atsumu, Sugawara and Semi)

» Nishinoya and Tanaka are Pitbull Coded

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» How They Drink Alcohol (AOT Men) (ft. Eren, Jean, Connie, Reiner and Armin)

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» What Jean listens to while making breakfast

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[yelenassecretlover]

your most obedient and humble, servant

anime: attack on titan

characters: knight! yelena x reader

warnings: some sexual tensions but nothing sexual occurs, fluffy kisses <3

words: 5.3k

a/n: felt super soft at the end so enjoy the fluff <3

Whispers of a village. Postings in the town hall. A knight is a position under many definitions; definitions no one can agree on. The whispers down the road utter different words compared to the quick breaths stained in the rich carpets of the homes on the hill.

Knight: A person chosen by the king to protect their kingdom righteously, and to uphold and exhibit all chivalrous values: honor, humility, valour, vigor, intelligence. To be the king's most obedient, and humble, servant.

One of the highest honors granted to those not lucky enough to be considered royalty. An apprenticeship in the knighthood is the golden ticket for many families to leave a legacy that matters. For those whose bloodlines can't grant them natural prestige and greatness; it was a ticket out of generational poverty and suffering.

Knight: Money, Power, Glory.

Whatever definition you may have, this definition is the one all can agree on.

Money,

The money you get from successfully completing your apprenticeship is enough to elevate your family and then some, if need be, out of poverty. Who wouldn’t take the deal? So you’re risking your life in a numerous of ways through brutal and grueling work, but it's still a no brainer. If you’ll die anyway, why not help your family out, with a nice payout.

Yelena didn't need the money. Her family had plenty. Being raised in one of the most prestigious noble families, luxury was all around her, in her. But the wealth was her family’s and whatever husband she would’ve been married off to. When you're a knight it’s completely different. The money, all of it, would be hers. Oh how she’d flaunt it so well; she was born to do so after all.

Power,

The ability to influence is no laughing matter. The places you’ll get access to, the people you’ll rule over. The idea was enough to get some people high, Yelena a victim of this.

A knight yields the strength of the mind, body and public. The people respect you for your job is not an easy one, and your status not a common one to achieve. Can you imagine their face’s now? As you walk through the crowd in your armour, the one you’d wear so well? Oh how the peoples faces would light up when they see you— no it's alright sir, you don't need to clean my boot with your mouth, I assure you I am merely doing my job. Yelena would practice in her private mirror. She dreamed of the day she’d finally be able to control rather than be controlled.

Glory,

For some villages having a single knight stem from them is their only claim to fame. And what a claim, serving and dying for the kingdom, your legacy would live on. As enticing as the other two gains of knighthood were, glory is what mattered. Glory is what ruled Yelena. For her Honor and glory were everything, both coming hand in hand, following one after the other. With the honor and glory she’d receive from being a knight she wouldn’t be subjected to the realities of the everyday women. It wouldn’t matter her class, gender, history, pastfuturepresent whatever— all that would matter is her role as a knight. And for that possibility Yelena was willing to sacrifice whatever and whoever need be.

However, will was not enough to allow you to be a knight. This was one of the highest honors in the kingdom may I remind you, not just any person would be allotted a position within the king's ranks. Yelena's status as the daughter of a noble family, who consistently churned out the most honorable, powerful, strong, ruling knights definitely helped play a role in her acceptance. Still, it was no easy feat. Acceptance was the easy part in her case, surviving the apprenticeship was another story.

Yelena would come to learn the apprenticeship was filled with the most vile, cunning and manipulative people; the ones who’d do anything to survive the four years. Yelena fit right in.

The sole daughter of a powerful noble, she needed those traits to survive her own home. Her cold, calculating and conniving self quickly rose to the top of the ranks, becoming the first female valedictorian. Soon after, the first female chief knight. Yelena was only 28, but the greatness she had already achieved was astonishing.

Before the achievements were even under her belt, any one fortunate enough to be graced with her presence would easily predict what her future held. It was witnessed in the way she carried herself, power radiated off her porcelain skin. Her eyes, oh her pitch black eyes, her mere look, relaxed but guard up; nothing could get past her eye that she wouldn’t notice.

It's the same reason the king was able to notice who she was before she officially became anything. Granting her his blessings when she was just a third year, accepting her with open arms into his home.

It's also the same reason why she currently found herself at dinner with him. The situation, not an unusual one. Yelana had been invited countless times to the table since her first encounter with the king. This time, however, it was not just the King and his most trusted knights, this was a family dinner— his daughters were present.

With becoming chief knight, you are granted a home in the castle, so you can best serve the king. This also meant you dined whenever the king and his family did, a great honor. Although, it seemed not all realized the honor a seat at the table granted.

“Who’s the new chick?” a bubbly voice inquired,

Yelena looked over to see you, one of the princesses. Your beauty caught her eye, but this was expected. Of course the daughter of a king was as beautiful as you, but seeing you herself was still shocking for Yelena. She quickly averted her eyes from you, as to not distract herself.

You found it amusing how she didn't dare look you in the eye. And it prompted you to give her a closer look. Upon further inspection, you were taken aback. You never thought a knight could be so beautiful.

Knights were usually so rough in personality and appearance. But Yelena? She was gorgeous, a timeless beauty. Her features were sharp and her skin looked so smooth. She appeared masculine with the heavy armor and short hair, but somehow was so femmine in the way she moved. Still, You knew she could kill her foe in a second. Her build was muscular and big. She was tall. She towered even over your father, and her hands were so large. Her fingers, so long and slender. You averted your gaze, not wanting your intentions to be known by the whole world.

Your looks, however, would not fool Yelena. Although this was the first time she'd be hearing your voice, seeing your face, the audible sigh Levi let out when you asked your question, let Yelena know everything she needed to know. She had no doubt about it, you were the problem child she's heard so much about.

Yelena took a mental note to keep an eye on you. She vowed to herself you would not stress her the way she knows Levi has been. This was an opportunity of a lifetime, a bored little princess like you would not ruin it for her.

“(Y/n), remember, she is the new chief knight. Yelena will work alongside Levi to protect our family.” King Erwin's voice even in casual conversation was drenched in power. Yelena felt a swell of pride whenever he mentioned her name. Her name in the king's mouth, she could get used to this.

You hummed at your dad's words. Before you could barrate him with a series of questions. The king knowing all too well your spirit stops you.

“(Y/n), please for this dinner let’s try to…hmmmmm…keep it peaceful for Yelena” your sisters all giggled to themselves. You always made dinners a little more amusing.

“hmmmmm ok, only one question, is that alright with you, misses knight?” You looked over to Yelena who simply looked up from her meal and nodded. It was written all over your fathers face the grave mistake Yelena had committed by nodding, the storm that would ensue. Levi quickly excused himself and gave Yelena his signature sympathetic frown, before quickly exiting the dining room. The king yearned to do the same, but a part of him was curious to see how Yelena would hold up against you, his most mischievous daughter.

“Misses knight, why exactly do you feel qualified to sit at this table?” You lock eyes with Yelena. Her stares cold and intimidating, but still, you continue,

“The manner in which you carry yourself is quite ruggish. Your reputation precedes itself, rude, cunning and with a higher than thou attitude. The way you didn't even attempt to make small talk with anyone. Who are you exactly but a mere knight? I wonder whether you are deserving of your title” you muse,

Your father chokes on his food, before clearing his throat. Not that anyone blames him. This blatant attack on Yelena was shocking to say the least, for who would question her?

Yelena was not surprised by your question, and disappointed you in her calm reaction. You would not be the first person to question her authority.

You of course are lying out of your ass. You just wanted to provoke Yelena. Isn’t chaos so fun? Playing with fire was one of your favorite pastime activities. You were unaware however, that you were speaking with fire herself, and you would soon feel the unpleasant burn she leaves on annoying little princesses who don't know when to stop.

“Yelena will suffice, princess” her deep voice rang. It sent shivers down your spine and perhaps somewhere else. It was a strange thing. You have been referred to by that name countless times, but something stirred within you when you heard her say it, when you heard her call you by your title.

“And to answer your question, your father is the one who graciously allows me to sit here, and grants me the qualification to serve you. Do you dare question the King himself?” Yelena's eye become sharp, and before you can respond to her she continues,

“As for my attitude, I don't recall my personality dictating my capability for this job. I’m sure my academic and battle honors speak for themselves, or do you prefer I be a bubbly idiot who constantly spews nonsense out of her mouth for attention with no real experience or knowledge” voice cold and laced in poison. You're filled with anger, and quickly open your mouth to defend yourself, but once again Yelena cuts you off,

“I wonder what qualifications you have to question my authority princess, must I remind you of your reputation, a C average student to put it nicely, with no outstanding achievements. That is unless you count the sheer amount of times you’ve been grounded, and I'm only including the times from your current. grown. age.” Your eyes widen with rage and shock, but when you open your mouth the words don't seem to come out. Yelena clears her throats,

“I hope that answers your question, princess” the mocking tone was enough to send you into a rage. But, before you could tear that bitch apart, your father quickly stands and ends the dinner. You see Yelena causally leave, and you are beyond furious.

How dare that bitch even speak on your record, she doesn't even know you. For some of us, school is hard or whatever. You vow to yourself to make that bitches life absolutely miserable. No way did she think she could talk to you like that and just walk away. No outstanding achievements? You could laugh. You guess you just had to show her what you were really good at…...raising hell.

………

After a few weeks, Yelena was finally able to acknowledge that she may have overestimated her ability to intimidate and control. The mere sound of her voice would bring men to their knees, so she was sure after that dinner you would fall in line and be in her hand. However, the opposite occurred . You somehow got worse. And her job got a lot harder than anticipated.

We’re talking constant interruptions in her office over mishaps that she knew you were the cause of. You’d think Yelena’s office was the town square with the sheer amount of complaints she kept getting. In the three weeks she had her office her door was never closed. And because it was her job, she had to resolve all the issues herself.

Yelena was not only incharge of battle strategies, training the knights, leading part of an army, you know the conventional things you would think her role would entail. She also had to deal with your nonsense constantly, and as reluctant as she was to admit, it was driving her mad.

The worst of the offenses was the constant leaving of the grounds unsupervised. Not only would you leave, she knows you were the one in aiding the rest of your calmer sister’s in doing so as well.

However, after taking some time to analyze your behavior, your movements became quite predictable. Many of the previous issues she had, she created plans to slowly nip them in the bud before they grew into further chaos, that includes the nightly outings.

You on the other hand were none the wiser to Yelena's suspicions. You were reeking havoc all across the castle and having too much fun to notice. It's not like anyone had any concrete evidence it was you setting all of the horses free, or who planted all those chickens in the west wing, or even the one who orchestrated the escape route by which all your sisters will leave the castle tonight to enjoy the commoners festival— definitely no one knew.

And Finally, it was the hour. The plan you hatched was full proof. Each of your sisters would leave through a different route to prevent being caught, and even if one was spotted it didn’t jeopardize the experience for all. Plus, the routes were ones you’ve used countless times and have never been caught before. Tonight would be a night of a lifetime, and as you got dressed you couldn’t help but be giddy with joy.

You wore a very revealing outfit that night. A tight velvety slip on dress, with a half corset that held up your breasts perfectly, so your cleavage was on display in just the right way. The dress had two front slits to properly show off both of your thick thighs and a cute pair of platform heels that were decorated with beautiful charms that dangle off the shoe as you walked. Charms that perfectly matched the ones on your ears, and the ones intertwined in your braids. To say you looked like a princess would be an understatement, right now you looked heavenly. So heavenly that as you walked through one of the old abandoned tunnels, heels clicking loudly against the floor, you didn't stop to see the very clear figure at the exit of the tunnel.

The sound of your shoes and the little hum you always sang when you were happy, alerted Yelena to come out of the spot she was hiding in to greet you. You didn't recognize who it was at first but Yelena recognized you. The sound of her voice made it very clear your night was gonna take an unpleasant turn you did not foresee.

“Looking very beautiful princess, may I ask, what’s the occasion?” Yelena inquired, but you could tell by the tone of her voice she didn't care much for the answer.

You saw as her eyes lingered on your figure. They traced your thighs, and hovered over your breast, far too long than they should’ve. You hoped to use this to your advantage.

“Oh nothing, just here to see you” you purred as you walked towards her. You hold both hands together behind your back to perfectly give off the innocent act but simultaneously push your boobs in Yelena's face. You figured it was working with the way her eyes struggled to maintain contact between you and your breasts. You merely smirked.

Yelena inhales deeply as she closes the gap between the two of you, and places a hand on your waist.

“Princess…..I urge you to go back to your….quarters…..” she exhales,

You press into her, earning a small barely audible gasp from Yelena,

“Princess, please, I’m begging you” Yelena lets out in a whisper. Her free hand finds its way to your face and cups your cheek. Your chubby cheek is so soft against her hand, you feel so delicate. Yelena almost implodes at the sight. The rowdy princess she’s struggled so hard to control, willingly in her hand.

Your soft curves, your full breast against her, tummy touching her, just looking into her eyes for any sign. It all leaves Yelena speechless and frozen. None of her years of experience could have prepared her for this. What do you do when the perfect pretty princess is just so blatantly asking you for something that could very well make you lose your job? Your reputation? Your everything?

“Princess…..Whatever fun you thought you would have tonight is better suited in your dreams.” Yelena murmured

“Just mine?” You whisper looking up at her. Yelena takes a deep gulp. She’s treading on thin ice and she doesn't want to fall right in, but the water, oh the water is so tempting. She softly pushes you away causing you to take a step back. Yelena moves her hand from your waist to the small of your back.

“To ensure you safely make it to your room, let me walk you there”, you give her a small frown and slump your shoulders in disappointment. It seems your knight is a lot more cowardly towards her own feelings than you expected, and it saddens you.

“There is no need I can find the way”, Yelena can hear the disappointment oozing from your tone. As much as she wanted to give in to her own desires she couldn’t. If she were to do what you wanted her to do, it would be the last time either of you would see each other.

“I insist, I wouldn’t deserve my bearings as a knight if I couldn’t do something as simple as this” Yelenas speaks softly. She gives you a look of a longing that makes your heart ache. You aren’t sure what to say to change the night, to change her mind.

You let out a deep sigh, and reluctantly let Yelena guide you to your room. The only noise heard were the small breaths the two of you took. The charms on your heels occasionally made a chime when they clashed, the only sound to comfort you as the two of you walked.

The both of you so cold.

The arrival on your door confirms your fate for tonight. You look into Yelena's eyes, one last time pleading, searching. But the look of longing that was once there was replaced by a familiar cold glance. She’s hidden herself from you again, so you give her a small smile and retreat to the familiar solitude of your room.

………

A month has passed since that night. Yelena pushed the experience to a vault deep in her heart, and chalked it up to you trying to get past her. You didn't actually want anything to do with her, why would you? You just wanted to distract her, and your attempt was promptly haunted, as it should be, by her. So, she made herself forget, it was easier than dealing with the possible implications of that night.

Your behavior didn't change. Chaos followed right behind you like a shadow. And now this worried Yelena because It was right around the time where she would be getting her first evaluation. And as she made her way down the long corridor to the king's personal office, she couldn’t help the small bead of sweat that was gathering on her eyebrow.

The large oak door covered in meticulous carvings signaled to Yelena she had arrived at her destination. With a deep exhale she opens the door. Inside she is greeted by King Erwin behind his desk wearing a very stern face, and Levi sitting in a chair next to him with a neutral expression.

Yelena makes her way to a chair placed in front of the desk, not too close a couple feet back, and with the king's hand signal, sits. Levi clears his throat and begins.

“Honestly, I'm sure you already know this, but the work you’ve been putting out is outstanding to say the least.” He looks over to the king whose face remains the same before looking back at Yelena and continuing,

“In only two months you’ve already been able to reform some important procedures and make them more efficient. Even the knights have changed with your new leadership, somehow you’re scarier than me—” Levi’s voice is cut off by the King.

“As lovely as all this recap is, can we cut to what matters please? I'm sure Yelena is well aware of the areas in which she excels in. Let's discuss the ones she's very clearly failing in”, Yelena does not react but her heart drops. She was hoping her outstanding work would overshadow the little princess problems she's been having.

“hmmm, very well sir, 150–” Levi plainly states before the king once again jumps in,

“Did you hear that? 150 incidents, Yelena if you will, in the span of two months how many days are there?” Yelena internally sighs knowing this isn’t going anywhere good.

“Approximately 60 days sir,” the king hums and nods his head to her response.

“Exactly, perfect. So now I want you to tell me how there are 150 incidents when there aren’t even that many days for said incident’s to occur” He stares Yelena down but she refuses to buckle under the pressure and stares back.

“Well sir if your daughter wasn’t so unruly— ”,

“I'm gonna stop you right there. My daughter wasn’t so unruly when Ackerman was in your position. 100, that's the highest number of incidents we would have any year, sometimes less but never more. You have managed to outperform that number” Yelena couldn’t believe what the king was saying 100? In the entire year? She was in deep shit. Why was the princess doing this to her? She wasn’t sure, but she was still gonna defend herself from your behavior.

“But sir—”,

“Yelena, as much as I love and adore your skill sets and personality, I can get anyone to lead the army. We are in times of peace after all, what I can't get is just anyone to control my daughter. If you can't fix this little issue you're having I will gladly give your position to somebody else.”

“ Sir I—”,

“Dismissed”. Yelena looks at the King who’s already begun shuffling through his papers, and accepts defeat.

“Yes sir”.

Yelena slams her fist on her desk the minute she gets into her office. Whatever person was just about to knock on her door to report another incident immediately scurries away, and for that she is thankful.

She ignores the pain on her palms as she sits on her desk trying to think of anything, absolutely anything that could help the situation. She can admit she's been purposely ignoring the princess and hoping you would just tire yourself out. But now, she couldn’t run away from what was directly in front of her. If she couldn’t keep the princess in check it would cost her everything.

Yelena throws her head back on her chair and sighs as she mentally prepares herself to face you. Why is this so difficult? She’s never had an issue she couldn’t crush with her bare fist and yet here you were. Yelena lets out another deep sigh as she gets up and makes her way to your room.

………

You're lazily reading a book on your bed when you hear a gentle knock on your door.

“Come in,” You think it's your father with how soft the knock is, but when you look up to see who has just stepped in your room, you're surprised to be greeted by Yelena herself. You can't help but break into a grin.

“Now, what brings you around these parts. It's been a while since I last saw your face” you muse. You notice Yelena's posture is anything but playful, her shoulders are slumped, her hair a mess and clothes untucked— unusual to her normally pristine look. Something is wrong. When she drops to her knees your eyes go wide. The chief knight, on her knees, for you?

“Princess I come to you, and beg of you, on my knees, with full desperation” when you look into Yelena's eyes, you can see she's not lying. You start to feel bad. You can already suspect what she came to ask you.

“Please, this job, this kingdom, it's my entire life. I understand that I offended you, and I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. I'm so sorry for my words, princess please I’m sorry for what I said” you look at her and bite your bottom lip. Even you can admit you may have taken it too far these last few months. It's not like Yelena was wrong when she said what she did that dinner, so you decide to be merciful. You walk over to Yelena and cup your hand around her cheek, and give her a small smile.

“Please stand” Yelena follows your command, and now you're craning your neck to look at her and stretching your arm to keep your hand on her face. You trace light circles with your thumb on her cheek.

“I'm sorry too. I'll do better, I promise” Yelena looks in your eyes to see if this is just one of your many games, but doesn’t detect any malice. She shyly nods her head.

“Thank you princess, I really appreciate it. I'll take my leave now.” Yelena bows her head at you before promptly leaving the room.

You throw yourself on your bed and let out a heavy sigh. Why did you actually feel bad for her? Why do you care, ugh all these emotions were so frustrating. You pick up your book and continue where you left off. Yelena, however, never truly leaves your mind.

………

A week goes by with no complaints, or incidents, and Yelena feels as if she can finally do her job properly. The peace and tranquility, however, is short lived.

When Yelena receives the bad news she's in the combat quarters training a small group of rookie knights. A man comes rushing in, out of breath, barely understandable, but his message is clear. Princess (y/n) is missing and nowhere to be found in the castle, they suspect she's in the town.

Yelena doesn't even bother to change out of her workout attire, a tight fitted top, bandaged hands and some loose pants, when she storms off. The rookies receive a grunt from Yelena to indicate the lesson is over. All of them thankful they are not on the receiving end of her anger. Yelena is pissed. She can't even think straight. All she sees is red when she hops on her horse and speeds off into town.

You tried. You genuinely tried to keep it under control. But these last few months was the most freedom you've had in your 25 years of life. How could it be at your age still tied down to your room. You didn't realize how horrible it was until you finally got a taste of what it's not like. What it was to be in the town with the people, actually having friends. You felt bad for Yelena but you couldn’t go back to how it was.

You walked around the town square and marveled at the view you kept from yourself for the last seven days. The people were as lively as ever walking around and bustling about on their business. You weren't planning on doing much, just viewing, and you did just that. Greeted friends, ate some treats and just looked at the world. You feel happier than ever and decide to head to a certain book store you really love.

You make your way down the path you know and reach the familiar alley you always cross to get to the store. You don't think much of anything until you are being slammed against the wall. You let out a yelp as your back hits the brick harshly. You look up and are greeted with an absolutely furious Yelena. You see a vein pop out of her forehead, and her arms are on either side of your head trapping you. For once you are actually scared of her.

“Funny seeing you here princess” Yelena spits through her gritted teeth. Your heart and mind are racing trying to think of ways to get out of this situation. You nervously give her a fake smile in hopes of her relaxing. But she slams her hand against the wall next to you, the noise causing you to jump.

“You promised me” Yelena huffs out in between heavy breaths. You just bite your lip pathetically, not knowing what to do. Your silence frustrates her more.

“So that's it? What? That big ass mouth of yours has nothing to say for once? No explanations”, you take a deep gulp.

“I-Im sorry really, you don't understand how hard-”,

“Hard it is? Is that what you were gonna say? Oh how hard it must be to be living in a literal castle, to have servants at your beck and call, and have no real consequences for your own fucking shitty actions. Hard? You must be a comedian princess ” Yelena lets out a cackle.

You start tearing up at her words. You didn't mean to come across as entitled, you were just lonely. When she hears your sniffles Yelena's attention turns back to you and her heart aches. She knows what it's like to be locked up in a room, only allowed out when meeting potential suitors, it's horrible. Besides that, seeing those small tears fall on those chubby cheeks of yours, the ones she loves so much, completely shattered her.

“ ‘m sorry, 'm just so lonely” you choke out through your sobs. Yelena grabs you into an embrace and you cry into her.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve been more considerate. I was just frustrated. I understand how you feel.” Yelena tries to soothe you, caressing your back with her hand and holding your head to her chest with the other.

“I get lonely in my office too” you hear Yelena whisper, It causes you to look up at her, lashes glistening with the tears you just shed. You look into Yelena’s large, dark eyes, and see warmth. You look back down and snuggle into her chest. Yelena lays her head on top of yours and strengthens her embrace.

“How about we make a deal,” Yelena's voice is soft and delicate. You hum in response.

“You’ll stop sneaking out, and in turn I’ll keep you company. That way we’re both no longer lonely. And if you ever want to go out you’ll come find me and I'll take you to see whatever it is you want. How does that sound princess? Do we have a deal?” You nod into Yelena and she lets out a heavy sigh. She can feel a weight fall off her shoulders.

She gently grabs your face with her hand and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. You both stare at each other warm in the face. Yelena had other responsibilities to tend to, but for now she’ll embrace you and you’ll embrace her. Seeking each other's warmth for the time being.

Networks: @our-love-club

#yelena aot x reader #aot x reader #yelena snk x reader #yelena x reader #yelena #attack on titan #wlw #aot medieval au #this was kinda long so i hope yall like it 😓

[nobluesea]

I have nothing worthwhile to draw just yet so take these AA playing cards

Yes, this is based on a certain A Slap on Titan reference

#aruani #armin x annie #armin arlert #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #medieval au #i guess #a slap on titan #i was debating if armin looks too ooc but then i remembered s2e11 #look at his gesumin face and tell me he's not capable of being creepy #anyway this is just me having fun and ignoring my more serious wips. enjoy #the cards have no suits bc i can't choose one idk #my art #fanart #nbsart

[tobaitfishwith]

- You don’t look much like an assassin, do you? - You’re not so much of a king yourself.

#zevi #my art #fanart #zeke yaeger #zeke jäger #zeke yeager #levi ackerman #zeke x levi #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #medieval au