this is solely bc i've been doing karaoke for the past 3 hours but who of all the aot men (eren, jean, reiner) would prob be really good at singing and might serenade their s/o?
(and i feel like by this point, you can just 100% assume that porco is included when i say aot men)
hello hello! im sorry that you asked me this in august and i'm only just getting to it now 💀 i feel like i've been so absent after tbaw ended so im gonna try to get caught up on asks that i've been putting off
sorry about the wait 💗
╰┈➤ karaoke - aot.
ft. eren, jean, porco, reiner.
cw. gn!reader, alcohol
⋙ eren jaeger.
LOVES karaoke! is usually the first to suggest it but if someone else beats him to it, he's a very loud supporter
has great stage presence and excellent theatrics but is not great at actually singing, mostly just likes being there to have fun, goof around, and have some drinks
likes fast rap songs like right round by flo rida or rap god by eminem.
also really likes popular songs that people can't help singing along to like bohemian rhapsody by queen, don't stop believing by journey, sweet caroline by neil diamond, since u been gone by kelly clarkson, party in the usa by miley cyrus.... the list could go on
really good at getting the shyer people to sing along too by taking some of the attention off of them by doing something crazy
⋙ jean kirstein.
not a huge karaoke fan but after a few drinks, he gets really into it
surprisingly has a really great singing voice but leans toward picking songs that everyone knows so they can sing along and he doesn't look like a show off
mr brightside by the killers, all-star by smashmoouth, livin' on a prayer by bon jovi. he doesn't pick as goofy songs as eren, but a similar vein
when singing he performs for you. he's looking at you and singing to you the whole time, even if it's not a romantic song. the others get on his case about it but he can't help it, he just wants to impress you
pretends like he hates doing duets when you ask him to, but gets really into it and smiley the whole time 🥺
⋙ porco galliard.
HATES karaoke. literally will not go unless you and the other drag him out, but even then he won't sing at all and will just eat and get drunk while the rest of you make fools of yourself
but after a few drinks, he always gets annoyed with someone (reiner) and takes the mic away to "show him how it's done"
picks annoying songs just to piss everyone off: mmmbop by hanson, baby by justin beiber, the national anthem
when he gets really drunk he starts showing off and it turns out porco's got some pipes on him!! he'll jokingly pick my heart will go on by celine dion and everyone will be staring at him with their jaws on the floor because he can actually carry the notes
gets irrationally angry the next day when he finds out that you've posted videos of him singing on instagram or snap and DEMANDS that you delete them
⋙ reiner braun.
he's very shy at first. he'll turn down any offers to sing and he'll just kinda hum along or sing quietly to himself as others perform but after a couple of drinks he starts to loosen up
will join in with eren and jean if they do some goofy rendition of let it go or will sing into the mic if you hold it out to him in the middle of your song
but after too many drinks he gets a little in his feels. he'll start picking someone like you by adele, can't help falling in love by elvis presley, perfect by ed sheeran
bless his heart, reiner tries his absolute best but he just doesn't have the best voice. but you appreciate the effort and make sure to smile and nod encouragingly to him while he's on stage
probably cries on stage during one of his love songs and then you and the others have to do damage control to get him off the stage before you all get kicked out
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Leather and Lace
Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC
With: Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Benny Miller, and Will "IronHead" Miller
Chapter 2
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Fic Summary: While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn't talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.
WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.
A/N This will be a series! I've never written Santi before, so what started as one shot turned into a mini series.
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The basement was dark and cold as Santiago and Frankie descended the staircase, their flashlights placed below their guns to light the way, scanning the room for anyone else they needed to kill as Benny and Will cleared the upstairs. The four of them had taken care of the first floor together, taking out the few guards that were left.
Seeing no switches to turn on, Frankie went right and Santi went left, clearing the single room. “HANDS UP!” Santi shouted to anyone potentially in the basement.
“Shit, Pope” Frankie called over, Santi cleared his side and went to where his friend called him, that’s where he saw her. Initially, he thought she was dead. There was a girl tied up in the corner, face bloodied as she slumped as far as the ropes against the chair allowed her. “Miss?” Frankie called before glancing at Santi with a raised eyebrow. The girl was in shorts and a low cut tank top, showing off the bruises marking her skin. It was way to cold down here to be dressed that like that. “Is she breathing?”
Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…. “Fuck…” He mumbled, lowering his gun and flashlight while Frankie kept his up, he placed his hands on her neck and found a pulse on her cold skin. “Well, she’s-” alive, he was going to say, before her eyes shot open with a gasp. When the girl saw the gun in her face, she screamed briefly before shutting her eyes and mouth tightly, bracing herself. “Hey, hey it’s okay” Santiago Garcia put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she just started whimpering eyes closed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Pope, give her space…” Frankie warned, knowing Santi can be intense.
He glanced up to Frankie “Put the gun away”
Frankie lowered the gun, but didn’t put it away while Santi went around to the back of the chair. When he began cutting the ropes around her arms, she visibly started shaking. “Catfish, she’s handcuffed to the chair” He popped his head around, back into Frankies view, looking concerned.
Nodding, Frankie put his gun away and grabbed his radio “Benny, come to the basement, bring shit to pick a lock.”
‘What is taking you guys so long?’
“Ben, now” Frankie ordered. Ben didn’t respond, which Santi knew meant he was coming. Frankie kept his senses alert, aware Santi was clearly distracted. This was going to be a problem. She was going to be a problem.
“Miss?” Santi spoke softly, carefully. “We’re gonna get you out, okay? We’re not here to hurt you.” She didn’t reply. “Can you tell me your name? I’m Santiago”
Frankie, who was scanning the room, whipped his head back to Santi “Are you crazy? You don’t know who she is.”
“She’s obviously being trafficked!” He was knelt at the chair and nodded to the handcuffs “Look at her wrists, they look like shit.”
“You don’t know, Pope. She could have more to do with this than you think, and you don’t know where her loyalties are.”
Santi stood up, irritated. “Well, I don’t think her loyalties are with the people who did that-” he motioned to the bloodied girl, who continued to keep her eyes closed tightly like she was braced for pain. “To her face.”
“She could have Stockholm Syndrome” Franki insisted. “Just don’t tell her more than you need to.”
“It doesn’t matter what she has, because she’s not going back to them to tell them anything” Pope spoke as if his voice was a command to fate. She will not go back, she will not be hurt again. All the things he had done in his life, he wanted to do some good.
“Oh fuck…” Benny practically hopped down the stairs, pulling out a few small items. Benny could pick about any lock. “Who is she?” He asked Santi.
“No idea...” Pope watched as Ben undid her handcuffs with ease. Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but they were wide with terror and avoiding the eyes of the men surrounding her. She rubbed her raw and bruised wrists, flinching when Santi knelt back down at her side. “Hey, can you look at me?” She didn’t. He sighed. “Can you come with us upstairs? No one is up there but us.” Santi didn’t tell her that was because her captures were all dead. He pulled out his own flashlight again, looking at Frankie and Benny, nodding them upstairs. Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes.
Benny looked confused, but Frankie grabbed his shoulder pulling him away. Frankie grumbled to the blonde boy. “We’re on clean up duty.” And went upstairs to drag the dead bodies out of where the girl could see them.
Backing up a bit and allowing her space, he tried to catch her eyes. He had a dual purpose for sending his friends upstairs. First of all, they really did need to get the dead body away from where she might see. Pope intended to take her up there, get her some first aid, food, water, and whatever else she needed. But also, he thought she’d be more comfortable with just him. Santi assumed that she was trafficked, and if not that, it was more than likely that she had been sexually abused by one or multple men here. Having three men with guns wasn’t doing much to calm her nerves. Even if Santi knew they wouldn’t hurt her, she didn’t know that.
“I know you’re scared, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. Me and my friends, we’re going to get you out and to wherever you need to be. Are you from here?” She didn’t look Latin American, but you could never be sure. She didn’t speak, but shook her head, still looking at the floor. It was a start. “Are you from the US?” She nodded. “We are too. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back there.” He called into his com again. “Guys, she’s from the states, she’d gotta have some sort of identification or papers here. I need you guys to try and see if you can find anything.”
‘Pope, what’s the plan.’ Will answered, meaning what’s the plan with her.
“We’re going to get her back to the states and she’ll get set up with services.”
‘We’re supposed to be looking for-’
“I know that, Ironhead, are you suggesting we just leave her here?”
‘No, of course not, I just mean we need to get going and-’
“Just try and find her fucking papers and you can argue with me latter”
He turned back to her. “Sorry, can we go upstairs? Get you some food?” She nodded again, shaking hands bracing against the chair as she hesitantly tried to stand up. When she leaves her chair, her legs give out, but before she falls to the ground Santiago catches her. Finally, finally, she met his eyes. For the brief moment, he looks at her bloodied and bruised face as she stares back at him. Was it with terror? Confusion? Curiosity? He didn’t know. He intended to sit her back on the chair, not wanting to touch her more than needed, but when he moved to carefully set her down, she tightly gasped and gripped his arms tighter. He froze. She was looking away from him, but holding onto him for dear life, her face so close to his arm.
“Can I help you upstairs?”
She nodded vigorously, face softly brushing over his shirt.
“Okay, let’s get you something to eat…” Santiago had to practically carry her up the stairs, her whole body trembling as he sat her down in a comfortable chair in the living room. “Stay here” He said, as if she was capable of moving. Protein bars and water, he figured those were safe. In the light, she looked like. Hell. Her skin was pale, almost gray, and he wondered when the last time she saw sunlight was. The actual color of her hair, he wasn’t sure of. It was blonde, but right now it was covered in so much dirt and blood that caked to her face it was hard to tell. Her skinny appearance, sunken eyes and inability to stand told him she was malnourished. How long has she been here?
She ate hungrily, gulping down the water. All initial reservation she showed around him appeared to have faded as she devoured what was in front of her.
“Careful, you’ll make yourself sick.” Santi warned, but she didn’t slow down.
“Hey” Will called from the hall, becoming Santi over. “Who the hell is she?”
“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms and looked over to the dirty girl who only seemed preoccupied with eating. “She won’t talk. She only nodded when I asked if she was American.” When Santi looked back, he saw concern on Will’s face, but it wasn’t only for the girl. “Relax, Will.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Will was defensive. “But we need to go, we can’t stay here.”
Frankie rejoined them. “You didn’t have to say anything. He knows we know how he is.” Fish gave him a pointed look.
“I’m like what? I want to help a girl whose clearly been sex trafficked?”
“No one is saying to leave her, Pope.” Frankie said loud enough to make the girl look up. The three of them moved a few feet down the hall and spoke quieter. “We have a lot of work to do here, she can’t get in the way of that. Okay?”
“I know, Fish.” Santi asserted. “This whole operation was my idea”
“Let’s just get her on one of the bikes and get her to the police there, the longer we stay here the more we risk someone else showing up”
“Lacina Dumas!” Benny sauntered into the living room towards the girl, making her stiffen again. He was carrying a few papers and a wash clothe and sat down on the coffee table across from her. “I’m Benjamin, nice to meet you” He smiled and extended his hand towards the scared girl.
“Ben” Santi warned as he strode towards the pair, but stopped when he saw her carefully shake his hand. It was practically a fucking miracle, she couldn’t even meet Santi’s eye.
The younger Miller continued. “Everyone just called me Benny.” His older brother told him to stop giving her personal information, but Ben ignored her. “Do you go by Lacina?” He spoke carefully, but casual. Almost like he was meeting an applicant for a job, he was trying to put her at ease, but not baby her.
There was a long, long pause, before she finally spoke. “Laci.” Pope’s jaw dropped when he finally heard her speak, he wasn’t sure if she could. He had wondered if she only spoke a little English, or maybe they had even cut out her tongue. It wouldn’t be the most horrific thing he’d seen these people do.
Ben’s warm smile broadened. “Pretty name.” He showed his hand holding a wet washcloth. “Can I clean up your head a bit, see if you need first aid?”
Laci nodded, and Ben carefully cleaned off the blood, revealing the closed wound on her head. It was past first aid and had healed on its own. It would leave a scar and Pope doubted her hairline it cut into would recover, but she’d be okay.
Santi watched, amazed. Ben had a natural charm that everyone responded to. His face was handsome, but not disarmingly so. There was a reason they called him baby-faced Benjamin. Selfishly, and not for the first time, Pope wondered what Ben had that he didn’t. Why did she answer Ben, and not him? Pope has the urge to protect her, but he also wanted badly for her to put her trust in him, to feel safe with him…
Before he could think further or gauge Will and Frankies emotions, the door slammed open and shut; someone had hidden in the house and ran out. All for men were out the door before they saw the drug lord speeding off in a car.
“GO! GO!” Will ordered as Ben and him hopped on the bike the road out there and sped after the man.
Frankie got on his bike, turning around when he noticed Santiago Garcia hesitating. “POPE! We have to go NOW”
Santi pointed inside the house with his gun. “I can’t leave her!”
“FUCK!” Fish slammed his hand on the handles. “This is what we meant! Get on here, we need you!”
He shook his head. “No! If he was hiding, someone else could be, I’m not letting them take her.”
Frankie shouted again, watching the other bike and the car disappearing, there wasn’t any more time. “We’re talking about this latter, don’t fucking leave!” And with that, Frankie was off, a trail of dust behind the motorcycle.
Santi scrubbed his face. He hated watching them go off on their own without him… but he couldn’t leave her there. He wandered back inside, seeing Laci there on the couch with unfinished food. “You should probably eat more.”
She shook her head, avoiding eye contact again.
“When was the last time you ate?”
She shrugged. Goddamn, she didn’t even remember… she seemed so young now that Benny cleaned her up, What horrible things had she seen? He lips still looked almost blue from the cold basement, and it wasn’t much warmer up here. He thought about finding her something other than the skimpy excuse gif clothes she had, but figured they’d get her to the village soon enough, once the boys got back. God, he was going to get an earful from Frankie and Will. Pope put her ID, social and birth certificate in the pocket of his shirt, knowing that will make it much easier to get situated back in the States. “You know you can look at me, I’m not going to punish you for making eye contact…” He spoke softly, hoping to god she believed he wouldn’t hurt her, but before she could respond there was a gunshot. Glass shattered around them, falling into their hair and making a few small cuts on Laci’s significant exposed skin.
The shooters missed, but Pope couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Get low and run!” He took her hand, pulling the terrified girl out of the house. Santi had his gun drawn in one hand, and her arm in the other as he tried to find the shooter, unable to identify him. Fuck, they had to go. “Get in front of me, run to the woods!” Santi ordered and she compiled. Thankfully the mix of adderaline and the food and water helped her be able to run, although not as fast as Santi would have liked. He wondered if she was running on pure survival instinct at this point, and hoped and bullets hit his bullet proof vest, not her or anywhere vital on him.
And they ran. Santi stopped hearing gun shots when they entered the treeline, but he continued to urge her on as if he did. They needed to get as far in as they could before the adrenaline rush ended for her. When she started to wear down, they stopped, taking a moment to catch their breath. Santi wanted to scream, he could about lose his mind right now. “We gotta walk back to the village…” He huffed out, breathless. He was in shape, but running was never his favorite thing. “When the guys come back and see us gone, they’ll know to find us there…”
Santiago put his hands on his knees, wincing “Fuck!” He shouted a bit too loud for someone who theoretically was supposed to be hiding. The girl jumped, prompting him to apologize. “Sorry, sorry I just… I realized they are going to come back to the house and get shot at…” He stood up, pacing, pulling his hair and briefly thinking he should back and try to take out the gunman, or intercept the guys on the road somehow… But when he looked at the young girl to his left, eyes wide and looking at him, actually looking at him, he knew she was completely dependent on him. They guys could handle themselves and they had each other… She only had him.
“Laci? That’s your name right?” He asked, trying to calm himself for her sake. She needed to think he knew what he was doing if she was going to trust him. She nodded at him. “Okay, Laci, I’m gonna get you where you need to be, alright? It’s gonna be okay.” He wasn’t sure how much he believed his words, but he’d try his damnedest. “Let’s try to keep going, tell me when you’re tired and we can rest or stop for the night, okay?” When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “Just…” He made a T with his hands. “Do this if you need to rest, okay?”
She nodded, he nodded back, and started heading north. When he looked back to see if she was behind him, he saw she was staring.
“Santiago.” Laci said. It wasn’t a question, more like she was testing his name on her lips.
He smiled at her kindly. “Yeah, that’s me. You can call me Santi, if that's easier…” they were going to spend the next few days together, he hoped he could get a couple more words out of her, but it was a start.
As long as he wasn’t going insane, he saw the faintest smile appear on her face. “Santi.”
“Good job, Muñeca.” He liked the sound of his name in her voice, as small and hesitant as it was.
She definitely smiled at the nickname, a very small and nervous one, but it was there. Nodding at him, she began walking.
Santi walked ahead of her, but very, very, aware of her footsteps to make sure she wasn’t falling behind. Santi wasn’t a religious man, but he grew up going to church. He wasn’t sure if there was a god out there and if there was, whose god it was. But whatever was out there, he hoped something was watching over Benny, Will, Frankie and the girl.
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