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hangeslefteye · 1 year
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Aot but survey corps is a mafia family (Marley included)
My shitpost time has arrived :D Feel free to disagree.
Boss:Erwin,he is the the highest ranked person of the family known as the father.He values his family more than anything and wants their peace and freedom.Loyalty is everything to him.
Acting Boss:Zeke,his entire point is to look like the boss to public eye to guarentee Erwin's safety.He would have been assassinated already by now if not for his capo brother Eren's attention.
Counselor:Levi,he only and directly works for Erwin usually spies the underboss and capos in secret.Also he's the icon of the family and very greatly known although only by name.He often visits his old ghetto to make sure his friends Farlan and Isabel are alright.
Underboss:Hange,she rules the capos and takes orders only and directly from Erwin.She's known by her 'experimental' torture methods among the soldiers.Also she has an secret involvement with counselor Levi that can get her killed if noticed.Zeke seems a little too interested in that affair of hers.
Hitman:Reiner,he usually only works for Hange but Erwin can reach out to him aswell.His duty is to kill strayed capos and soldiers.On this matter he killed many of his friends and often wishes to be killed than to kill.Despite his terrible mental health he recently adopted 2 streets kids named Gabi and Falco yet they are unaware of Reiner's real job.
Capo1:Jean,rumors say he has the brightest future among all the capos because of his great leading abilities and understanding of the family.Also very close friends with Reiner but hides it from Hange.He's somehow popular among city's women aswell.
Capo2:Armin,many says he's the smartest capo of them all and Hange will leave his seat to him.On this matter everybody thinks he is rivals with Jean but in reality they are best friends since soldier days and they move up together.
Capo3:Floch,even though his leading abilities are well respected and he is loved among the soldiers he's known to cause unnecessary chaos in the city.He's a big trouble for Hange so he might end up as being Reiner's new target.
Ex-Capo:Eren,once a skilled capo,he betrayed the family and almost got killed.Some say Erwin forgave him while others say Reiner showed mercy but reality is unknown.His whereabouts are also unknown.
Soldier1:Mikasa,known for her incredible fighting skills she's actually quite famous in the city very much like Levi.Only reason she's not a capo already is because she's very individualistic.Also acklowledged by Levi,she was quite involved with Eren but she proved her loyalty by staying with the family.
Soldier2:Connie,he's rather known by his loyalty and selflessnes towards family than skills.He is heavily relied on by Armin and Jean,gets sent off to most trust required jobs.
Soldier3:Sasha,she is greatly noticed for her sharp shooting skills.Hange wants her to be an Hitman but everybody knows her sweet spot for her friends so she's likely to stay as a soldier to protect the family.
Political representor:Historia,she's a young business woman comes from a rich family.Recently she made it into city council and makes sure to bend council decisions for the family's benefit.
Guardog:Ymir,an ex soldier she is,makes sure Historia is safe and keeps the communication between Historia and the family.When needed she handles Historia's dirty work for her and only actually loyal to her, even though she knows she's closely watched by Reiner.
Associate1:Annie,she's an police officer with an everyday life but occasionally she destroys crime evidences for the family.She taught Reiner how to shoot and Eren to fight when they were all streetkids.Known by very little,she got involved with the family in the first place to make sure her favorite capo is out of police's eye.
Associate2:Pieck,she's a popular courtesan that usually seen with the upper society of the city.For enough money she can do whatever to whoever,including 'accidental' coke overdose.
Associate3:Bertholdt,sells hunting equipments in his everyday life but secretly he traffics guns and whatsoever for the family.
Associate4:Porco,he wanted to be a soldier but due to his brother's sabotage he missed the chance of being one.Nowadays he gathers 'taxes' from clubs and casinos for the family.He secretly steals large amounts of that 'tax' and causes discomfort to the owners.
Associate5:Marcel,he is a journalist that works for the city newspaper and he is responsible from family's reputation and public representation.Even though back then he was very protective of his brother nowadays they are known to be in bad terms.Rumors say they both crush over the city's most popular escort.
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angelsdevils · 3 months
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A Titan's Heartache: Marcel x Reader Master List
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key:  ♡ sfw //  ☆ nsfw //  ♤ Pay attention to titles //  ☁ angst//🖤depression mentions
Disclaimer: All characters featured in the story have been aged up for the purpose of the narrative. In the original Attack on Titan (AOT) series, characters, including the main cast, stair their military at the age of 12. However, in this fanfiction, the characters are older individuals. The decision to age up the characters was made to ensure that the events and themes explored in the story align with a more mature and responsible context. 
For reference, in the original Attack on Titan storyline, the year 845 is when the story begins, and Marcel for example is approximately 12 years old when he dies. But in this fanfiction, in the year 845 Marcel is 18 before the main story starts. When the main story starts Marcel is 20 years old (2 year time skip) from the prologue. 
WARNING: Keep in mind there are gonna be some spoilers in this story if you aren't caught up then let me know and I will remove you from the tag list. The tag list is also from people who wanted to be tagged in my previous AOT stories.
Plot: Marcel Galliard, a former accomplice in breaking Wall Maria, meets the reader during the 104th Regiment Corps training. Despite falling in love, Marcel bears the burden of leading a secret mission that could harm his new connections. As their romance blossoms, Marcel faces internal conflict between duty and love. He is now faced with consequences of his past actions, and there is a chance that it could ruin the love he has and the friends he created.
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Master List | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
©[@angelsdevils] all rights reserved. none of my posts or stories should be modified, reposted, etc. I do not own the character or the fanart, but I own the plots of these stories. All fanart goes to their appropriate owners.
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tender-hearteddd · 1 year
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I headcanon bert and pieck as middle eastern (bertholdt being Levantine Arab and pieck being Persian) sorry not sorry suck it white bertholdt and pieck 🙁🙁
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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year
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By the Sea (Marcel Galliard x Reader)
Word count: 2 620
Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes
A/N: My anxiety is through the roof since yesterday and I really needed to distract myself somehow. So here... have some nice Marcel fluff for a better day and take care ❤️
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a picture-perfect day at the beach. Clear blue skies, a good book, and the company of your beloved boyfriend, the one and only Marcel Galliard.
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By the Sea
A light breeze kissed your cheeks and woke you up from an unexpected nap. With eyes still heavy with sleep, you blinked a few times trying to make out your surroundings. You were at the beach, of course – laying on your favorite blanket, your tote bag comfortably folded under your head, and a nearly empty picnic basket just a few feet away. Marcel got the idea of taking a short drive to the nearest beach out of nowhere, and you weren′t objecting. It was way too long since the two of you spent the day like this. Somewhere nice and just relaxing. Not thinking about work, school, or any other responsibility.
„You okay?“ Marcel asked while you were still sleepily looking up at the bright blue sky. Only a handful of puffy white clouds were seen scattered around randomly. You could hear seagulls somewhere in the distance, while the slowly coming and going sea waves were creating one of your favorite sounds ever. The weather was absolutely perfect, warm and sunny, with only a slight breeze that made the heat more bearable.
„Yeah, just... how long was I asleep?“ you asked, only then noticing that your still open book way laying on your chest.
Reading was your favorite form of escaping reality. Especially, when you picked up a book you′ve read in the past and loved dearly. Just like this morning, when you decided to start Howl′s Moving Castle for like a fifth time. But it was your first time reading the special edition Marcel got you last Christmas. He knew how much you loved the story, and despite you already owning the whole trilogy, he didn′t hesitate even for a second, when he saw this edition at the bookstore while searching for a perfect gift for you – his beloved girlfriend. He knew you would love it. And he was right, just like always, when it came to your favorite things.
„Not too long, maybe thirty minutes. Didn′t want to wake you up, you really need to rest after the last few months.“ You smiled, closed your book, and rolled over to your side so you could be closer to Marcel. He immediately put his phone down, where he was looking for some summer vacation options, and turned his attention to you. „What do you think about Venice, Bologna, Rome, Florence, or Palermo? Would you like to go there?“
„You wanna go to Italy?“
He shrugged. „Maybe, it looks amazing there. The scenery, all that architecture, and apparently brilliant food. We could go road-tripping around the country if you′d like. So we can see as many places as we want.“
It really did sound appealing. Spending a week or two together, exploring a new country none of you visited before. Marcel had seen many places around the world before the two of you started dating and was more than happy when there was a chance to travel somewhere. Especially with you as his most precious and loving travel buddy. He also loved showing you photos and videos of all the places he visited, while promising to one day go back there with you. Especially to the locations that caught your eyes the most. Places like Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Ireland, Canada or Hawaii.
„Do we have enough money for something like that? I mean... I would like to go, it sounds absolutely amazing, but I′m not sure we can afford it this summer. We just moved to the new apartment, I have to pay for my car and...“ You loved when Marcel shut you up with a gentle but passionate kiss. Mostly in moments like these, when your need to overanalyze every little detail started to ruin the magic of the present moment.
„What did we agree on before coming here? No overthinking, overanalyzing, or worrying about anything,“ Marcel said, his lips still just mere inches from your mouth. With another smile he kissed the tip of your nose, pulling you into a tight hug. „It′s not like we have to pay for everything right now at this moment. We have time to think it through. It was just a suggestion.“
„I know, sorry,“ you said, burying your face into his chest.
He spent a lot of time at work these last few weeks. And with you trying to balance university and a part-time job, there were days when the two of you hardly saw each other. Mostly just early in the morning or in the evening, when it was finally time to sleep. You missed him terribly every single day and knew, he missed you too. Texting each other throughout the day just wasn't the same.
„It′s fine, don't apologize,“ he whispered, planting a kiss on the top of your head. „I was thinking that maybe we could go as a little group. You know... us two, and Porco with Pieck. If you don't mind, of course.“
„Why would I? Your brother is always good company and Pieck is my best friend since kindergarten. I′m happy to spend time with her.“ Not to mention that it was thanks to you, that she and Marcel′s baby brother, as he liked to address Porco to make him mad, started dating in the first place. „And speaking of couples... did you hear about Annie and Bert? She sent me a picture this morning when you were in the shower... and then I somehow forgot to tell you.“
„I heard, of course. He called me and Reiner with him when he went to buy the engagement ring. Said he picked out a few different options but wasn′t sure which one to get, so he needed someone else′s opinion.“
„Why didn't you tell me?“ you asked surprised, pulling away slightly to look at him. Gosh, he was so effortlessly beautiful, when the light breeze was playing with strands of his hair. The way the sunlight made his eyes look like dark pools of honey always took your breath away. „How long did you know that he′s going to propose to her?“
„Why? Because you and Annie are together all the time and I didn′t want to risk you accidentally telling her.“ You rolled your eyes at him. Marcel laughed, lovingly tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek just a moment before he pressed his lips to the exact same spot. „Do you like the ring we picked out?“
You nodded excitedly, remembering the photo Annie sent you this morning. „It′s really beautiful. Simple and elegant, it matches Annie and her style perfectly. Bert really knows what suits her the best.“ The two of them were dating since high school, so it was only natural, that they knew each other more than perfectly.
And it was thanks to them, you got to know Marcel. Since Pieck, Annie, and you were classmates in high school, you knew Bertholdt for a pretty long time as well. But it was just shortly before graduation, that he introduced you to his neighbor and one of his best friends – Marcel Galliard. For you, it was love at first sight. Just like in all of those books and movies you′ve read and seen. And now, almost five years later, you couldn′t be happier. With Marcel by your side, you had absolutely everything in the whole wide world.
„Would you like a similar one?“ Marcel asked suddenly, visibly enjoying the panic that made your cheeks turn red.
„What... what do... what do you mean?“ you stuttered, burying your face into his chest once again while laughing nervously. „I hate how you always make me flustered when I expect it the least,“ you mumbled into his shirt, while Marcel laughed at your reaction wholeheartedly.
„It was just an innocent question, nothing more. It′s not like I′m gonna kneel before you and pop out a ring from my pocket. But if you′d like that...“
Even more shocked, you once again looked into his face, finding a cheeky grin on his lips. His eyes were so visibly filled with happiness and love. It almost made your heart burst from the realization that it′s because of you.
It was you, who made him this happy.
You and only you.
„Are you trying to tell me that you bought me an engagement ring as well?“ Marcel shrugged, rolling over to his back with you still in his embrace. He made himself more comfortable, one hand running up and down your back, while you rested on his broad chest.
„Maybe I saw one that I really liked. Just maybe...“
With a quiet laugh, you kissed the warm skin on his neck, closing your eyes for a short while. Was this really happening? At that moment... was that really your life? Suddenly everything seemed so easy and beautiful. So simple and calm. When the two of you were joking around like that, you truly had hope for the future. In everything that was about to come your way. With Marcel by your side, it was truly effortless to imagine the rest of your life. All you saw was never-ending happiness. Not necessarily without a few hard or unpleasant days, they were a part of everyone's life, but still... with him, even the darkest moments would pass much quicker.
„Marcel...“
„What? I′m just planning ahead a little. Can you blame me?“ Looking down at you, his eyes studied your face for a short while. The perfect quiet moment between the two of you was only disturbed by the calming sounds of the sea. „I love you so much,“ he finally said, grabbing your chin gently and bringing your face closer for a little kiss. His lips always tasted like the sweetest flavors of love one could imagine.
„I love you too,“ you said, kissing him once more and running your hand through his hair. It was so thick and soft, you just loved to play with it at every given chance. Mostly in bed, when the two of you were cuddled up next to each other.
Marcel loved to fall asleep while you were playing with his hair and reading to him at the same time. Listening to your voice, as you read him a few pages from your current read always helped him relax, even after the most stressful day. Because when he was there, curled up in your arms and listening to your every word very carefully, he felt safe and loved. And you? You were so grateful for the boy slowly falling asleep right there next to you, that sometimes tears started to pool in your eyes, while your lips were smiling and your whole chest was full of the warmest and nicest feelings possible.
„Coming here was a good idea, we should do it more often. All the problems seem miles away when the sea is at hands reach.“
„I collected some seashells while you were sleeping. A couple of kids ran by, ranting about how many they found over there by those big rocks, so I went to check it out.“ Without you asking to see them, Marcel reached over to the picnic basket and pulled out the now-empty container, that had your favorite fruit salad inside before. Now it was filled with colorful seashells of various shapes and sizes. „You always loved putting them on display at home. And I owe you a few new ones for those I accidentally destroyed last time.“
It was a funny story, actually. Marcel had a few days off, so he decided to help you out with some work around the new apartment. Cleaning was never his favorite activity to pass time, even though you tried to convince him, that moping the floor, doing laundry, or washing the dishes made him look absolutely irresistible. After all... it wasn′t a complete lie.
On that unfortunate day, Marcel was trying to be nice and clean the apartment before you got home from school. What he wasn't planning on doing, was knocking down one of your favorite display bowls from your bookshelf, which was filled with many different seashells the two of you found during your trips to the beach. The bowl was shattered beyond repair and many of the seashells as well, especially the more fragile ones.
It made you upset at first, but seeing how sorry Marcel was... You didn′t have the heart to stay mad at him for long. One delicious home-cooked dinner was enough to make you forgive him. It was no secret, that Marcel knew his way around the kitchen. Your friends loved coming over for lunch or dinner when he was the one cooking or baking. His chocolate-chip banana bread was to die for, not to mention the best poppy seed and lemon muffins under the sun.  
„They are adorable,“ you said, while looking through the seashells Marcel picked up. „Just try not to break them this time.“ Leaning closer, you kissed his cheek, resting your forehead against his. „Thank you.“
There was nowhere to hurry. Not today. The two of you could stay for as long, as you like. So you suggested waiting until sunset, even though it was many hours away. But Marcel didn't mind. Not when you picked up your book once again and started reading out loud. He liked Howl and Sophie′s story as well, his favorite character being the Fire demon Calcifer himself.
While you were reading, he was sorting through the seashells, admiring them one by one, and ultimately used some of them to decorate a cute little sand castle he put together at the edge of the blanket. He said it was his own version of Howl′s castle from the story.
The rest of the day was spent simply relaxing, fooling around in the pleasantly cool water, and taking some photos. You loved to capture simple moments like these, just to have the option to look back at them, when you needed it the most.
„About that engagement ring...“ Marcel said unexpectedly with his head in your lap, while the sky high above you seemed like it was on fire. Rich orange and golden hues transformed the beach around you into a scenery that seemed straight out of a fantasy novel. „Would you like something simple like Annie, or something more extra?“
„You know my style, so I think you′re perfectly capable of choosing the right one.“ To be honest, you never thought about how your engagement ring should look like. After all, it wasn′t up to you. „I don't like showing off.“
„It′s not about showing off. More about...“ He thought for a second, his hands playing with your fingers. „I don′t know, I just want to be sure, that everything is going to be perfect. I want you to remember that moment forever.“
„It′s going to be perfect because it will be you, with who I′ll share the moment,“ you assured him, leaning down and gently kissing his lips. „I can′t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Marcel.“ The tips of your fingers were tracing along his jaw and chin.
„We′ll make the best of it. I can assure you.“
Little did you know, that on that day the two of you visited the beach as boyfriend and girlfriend for the very last time. All that talk about engagement rings wasn′t just to fill in the quiet moments. Marcel really did buy a ring you absolutely adored from the second you saw it, when he knelt in front of you with love and hope in his beautiful brown eyes.
So the next time you visited your favorite beach, you went there as Marcel′s fiancee and future Mrs. Galliard.
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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years
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𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦 ✨AOT✨ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!
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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬!
some unexpected circumstances have fallen on me so i've decided to try something out ♡
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r u l e s;
i will write:
character x character, character x oc, character x you (self ship), or character x reader ♡
up to 2 characters as romance/subject options (i.e. love triangle, poly, etc -- just specify!)
platonic, fluff, smut (MUST be 18+), hurt/comfort, angst, character death, dark content, and most specific tropes!
canonverse and noncanon -- aus are welcome!
i will not write:
dark content themes including r*pe/SA (mentions are okay -- i will not detail events), or p*dophilia
characters i will write for:
eren, armin, jean, marco, reiner, bertholdt, porco, marcel, colt, levi, & erwin
how to reach me:
send me a dm, so we discuss your idea and work out the details! if you'd like, you can also ask for my discord, and we can talk there as well.
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p r i c i n g;
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thanks for reading! id REALLY appreciate you sharing this post 🖤
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♡ love you, take care ♡
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blondeboyfriend · 9 months
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is HEAVILY inspired by the business card scene in American Psycho. (I wrote this back in 2021 for a collab.) [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke's perceived inadequacy leads him to a situation that only exacerbates his insecurities. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU (duh), not a big fan of the term "crack fic" but that's basically what this is, Zeke's only a few years older than the rest of the Warriors, sharing nudes without consent, smutty stuff is mentioned, alcohol, marijuana, body horror (Zeke describes scaphism in great detail), Zeke's probably ooc because I basically turned him into Patrick Bateman.
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Zeke’s standing in the back of the bar, cornered by his friends. His life is in shambles because you dragged him to a birthday party in the nicest part of the city on the very night he decided to make a major life choice. Tonight was the night he said fuck it and shaved off his beard.
“You look like a baby,” Porco laughs.
“Like an angular baby, like a baby with good cheekbones,” Bertholdt, the birthday boy, mutters to himself.
“Can I touch your face?”
Zeke clenches his jaw and goes to speak only to be interrupted by Reiner's tender touch.
“Wow, that is soft. You got really soft skin. What do you use?”
Zeke smacks Reiner's hand away and uses the sleeve of his flannel to wipe away his residual touch. The meathead’s compliment was sufficient; there was no need to make physical contact.
“Sisley’s Black Rose Skin Infusion Cream.” Zeke sighs, accepting Reiner’s interpersonal failure. “How drunk are you?”
Reiner grins.
“I don’t know but your girlfriend’s the one that’s making them,” Reiner says before dissolving into the crowd.
Zeke questions whether or not Reiner was actually there in the first place. He could have merely been an anxiety induced hallucination.
“I have to… go,” Zeke abruptly blurts out to no one in particular as he pushes himself through his group of friends.
Free from their grasp he kicks himself for being so inarticulate in such a genuine way. Usually his nerves were hidden by a veneer of stoicism, but now he wonders if maybe it was just the beard. 
The bar is packed and Zeke stands on his tippy toes trying to see your little head bobbing around somewhere. So many people look like you from this distance. He takes off his glasses and squints but it does little to assist him. He nearly drops them as he maneuvers them back onto his face. Eventually he hears you cackling close by. He sighs heavily once he spots you behind the bar. You look angelic, a beacon of light in a sea of complete fucking bullshit. You look him in the eyes and smile, relief washing over him.
“Don’t you have to have a license or something to be back there?” he asks you, hiding his anxiety behind a facade of smugness.
You shrug and lean over the bar to kiss his forehead.
“They ain’t kicked me out yet so… I guess not.”
Zeke sits down on a bar stool and holds his head in his hands. He remembers that this is a private party and the likelihood of anyone actually giving a shit is slim to none.
“Reiner called you my girlfriend.”
“Ew, why?”
Zeke peers up from his hands, the rest of his face still obscured. Anything to hide his lack of facial hair.
“Because we showed up together and he probably heard us fucking in the bathroom earlier. Can you hold these for me? I almost dropped them.”
Zeke hands you his glasses and you tuck them away in your purse.You pat his head and ruffle his wavy blonde hair. He relishes in the gentle touch of your hand.
“Reiner’s an idiot. Want a shot?”
“Two. You know what I like.”
You grab a bottle of whiskey and overpour two shots. You pass one to him and go grab the other for yourself. Zeke grabs your wrist and stares up at you.
“They’re both for me.”
You shake your head and pour yourself one. Zeke downs the whiskey, savoring the smokey taste it leaves behind on his tongue. Just as he goes to ask you about how your day was Marcel fucking Galliard taps him on the shoulder.
“Buddy, it’s been too long. How ya been?”
Marcel is hammered and he lifts Zeke off the stool into a bear hug. Zeke feels the whiskey crawl up his throat, the most painful tickle he’s been subjected to.
“Ni—nice to see you. It has been awhile,” he chokes out.
Marcel loosens his grip and takes a seat next to Zeke. He looks impeccable, his hair perfectly quaffed. His skin was practically glowing. How could such a drunk guy look so put together and handsome?
“It has been a fucking while!” Marcel exclaims once more.
Zeke scratches his ear and then subtly waves you off. You slowly walk away backwards from the men, bumping into the actual bartender.
“Colt! Coltie Boy!... Damn, dude, you alright? You look tired.”
Marcel has mistaken Zeke for Colt Grice, one of the other tall blonde guys in their friend group. It seems logical because Colt works at the same middle school as Zeke doing the same exact thing he does, teaching language arts to seventh graders. Though Zeke thinks he’s smarter and more relatable to his students. It certainly doesn’t help that he hasn’t seen Marcel in years, who likely has forgotten what he looks like.
“Well I haven’t been getting much sleep. You know me, burning the midnight oil and all.”
Marcel laughs way too hard at Zeke’s joke which wasn’t even a joke in the first place.
He grabs Zeke’s shoulder and continues. “Great, that’s great. Such a hard worker. So uh, shit what’s her name… That girl you’ve been seeing.”
“Pieck.”
Marcel snaps his fingers and grabs Zeke’s shoulder again.
“Yeah, yeah, how’s Pieck? She’s a keeper. A great girl.”
“She’s good, couldn’t be happier with her. We’re thinking about getting a dog.”
“Wow, that’s—that’s great. You deserve it, man. You’re a good guy. Not like that dork Zach Yeager.”
“His name is Zeke, Marcel.”
“Who cares? You,” Marcel pokes Zeke in the chest, just barely missing his nipple, “you’re a good guy. You got your life together. Fuck Zach, man.”
Zeke nods in agreement.
“He’s a fucking dick, you know? Sure, yeah, I haven’t seen that weirdo in years, but I don’t even have to see him to know he’s—” Marcel pauses to burp into his hand. “excuse me. To know he’s a piece of shit.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever been a fan either.”
“Fucking wears dumb glasses, like dude get a normal pair.”
“I know, right?”
“Grandpas wear those glasses, Coltie. Grand. Pas.”
Just as Zeke feels like he’s going to vomit into his own lap Bertholdt pops up from behind Marcel, eyes full of concern. 
“Hey Marcel, Porco’s out back and he’s not looking too good.”
Bertholdt’s a dirty liar and everyone except Marcel knows it. Porco’s tolerance is god-like, an unwavering cognitive marvel. Marcel sighs and stands up, stumbling out the door to the patio, Bertholdt trailing behind. He hits his forehead on the door frame on his way out.
“Are you gonna be okay?” you quietly ask, eating a maraschino cherry you stole from someone’s drink.
Zeke smiles and shakes his head. 
“It could’ve been wor—”
“Oh shit! What happened? You kinda look like dad!”
Eren is standing in the doorway with a pair of wayfarers on. He definitely stole them from someone; there was no way he’d drop money on Ray Bans. He comes over and hugs Zeke from behind. Zeke appreciates Eren’s affection but it does nothing to soothe verbal assault he received from Marcel.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know that was fucked up,” Eren coos. “But I am right. I can’t help that.”
It doesn’t matter if Eren is right or not. Zeke’s ego is crushed beyond repair. You shoo his brother away and drag Zeke into one of the booths, sitting across the table from him. He frowns.
“Can you sit next to me?”
The alcohol is taking hold of him. He needs attention and affection, but not too much. Anything beyond you sitting beside him, holding him close, is simply unbearable. You switch sides and scoot close to him. 
Zeke notices you staring at him. Your gaze is kind, kinder than a shithead like him deserves. He can’t remember a time in his life where he felt more insecure and unworthy of you. When your soft hand caresses his bare face he is slightly startled. However it’s a welcome gesture.
“I think you look good,” you purr.
He slinks down into his seat, bathing in your praise.
“I’m a little jealous of your jawline too.”
Zeke blushes.
“I look that good, huh?”
“No, you look like shit. I was lying the whole time. You’re the ugliest guy here.”
“Stop you’re going to make me fall in love with y—”
“Colt! The fuck?! What about Pieck, man?!”
You both turn to see a very drunk, very disheveled Marcel being carried out of the bar by Porco and Colt. Colt turns around, looking fresh as daisy, not a single line or wrinkle on his face; his skin smoother than a baby’s ass. He flashes an apologetic grin and lets go of Marcel, walking towards the two of you with utmost confidence. Porco crashes into a table because Marcel might as well be the most cumbersome person on the planet at this moment.
“This is probably the worst time to ask, but do you think I could use your study guides for my class tomorrow? I didn’t have time to throw anything together because Pieck and I were settling into our new apartment.”
Zeke wants to die right then and there. Zeke, who lives in a studio apartment with a chinchilla named Robert. Zeke, who will never own any form of home in his life. Zeke, who’s skincare routine will never make up for years of smoking and sitting in the sun.
“Wow! That’s so cool, Colt!” you pipe up, wrapping an arm around Zeke. He leans into you, desperately trying to disappear. He wants you to make the situation go away, to wrap it up with a little bow and toss it out a window.
“It’s a lot of work getting all that furniture into the penthouse that’s for sure.”
“I can imagine,” you reply eagerly, making up for Zeke’s awkwardness.
Colt just stands there grinning. 
The lull in the conversation is too much for Zeke bear. He realizes he needs to open his mouth and speak.
“Uh, you can use my study guides.”
“Oh thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” Colt turns around to see the nuclear disaster that is the Galliard brothers. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to take care of that,” he laughs. “Let’s do dinner sometime!”
Once Colt is out of earshot Zeke falls to pieces.
“Let’s do an execution sometime, Colt. Just boil me alive, send me to the boats.”
Zeke notices the quizzical look you give him and tosses his head back and groans.
“It’s a form of execution where you trap someone between two boats—row boats not ocean liners.” He knows you all too well, your perception prone to the absurd. “And you force feed them milk and honey, and you cover them with it too. And then you leave them to fester and rot in the sun like in a lake or a river.” He coughs. “Death doesn’t come quickly obviously. Flies lay eggs in your wounds, feasting upon your infected flesh. Mosquitos rise from the putrid water and buzz around you. Your body decays right before your eyes.”
“Uh,” is all you can manage to spit out.
He can’t hide his disappointment, and avoids your gaze.
“I know something that’ll cheer you up.”
“What?” he asks.
“Wanna see some dick pics?”
Zeke’s attention is thoroughly piqued. He clears his throat, trying to mask his blatant curiosity.
“Sure. Whose do you have?”
You smirk. “I got everyone.”
“Do you go around showing these to everyone?”
Zeke panics remembering the series of dick pics he sent you one night after smoking two blunts by himself. So many different angles and his face was definitely in a few of them.
“Oh god no, I don’t show them to anyone.”
He bathes in a sea of relief.
“Okay good. Let me see.”
You pull out your phone and go to your hidden photos. A barrage of dicks show up on the screen all in various states of turgidity.
‘Wait, I want to see mine first.”
“Fine. Weirdo.”
You scroll down to find a picture of Zeke’s hard cock. A solid six inches. Circumcised. A few veins running along the length of it, more on the green side. It’s framed by curly, untrimmed, flaxen pubic hair which suddenly Zeke is weirdly self conscious about. He can’t help but wonder if Colt has untamed pubes.
“Should I wax?”
You look at him like he has three heads.
“What? No. I like them even if they get caught in my teeth occasionally.”
You pinch his cheek and Zeke lets out a little “phew”. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you told him otherwise. The idea of ripping out his body hair terrifies him. Shaving’s bad enough, the resulting emotional anguish a burden he struggles to bear. He might die if he added physical pain into the mix.
“I appreciate the angles,” you say. “It’s artistic. The lighting hits the cum dripping off the tip perfectly.”
Zeke basks in the light of your praise.
“Nice and erect, not floppy and flaccid. It’s one of my favorites.”
He shivers at the thought of sending you a photo of his limp dick. He’s a grower, not a shower, a fact that left him feeling inadequate if he thought too hard about it.
It was seemingly unfounded. You never expressed any displeasure when you’d pull his cock out of his pants and see it in its flaccid state. No hint of judgment when you got down on your knees and sucked him off. Just pure, unadulterated joy.
“Gimme a name.”
“Let’s see the birthday boy.”
You pull up a poorly lit photo of an incredibly erect cock. No veins, very smooth with an even coloring. Zeke notices he’s uncircumcised and tries to convince himself that his dick being circumcised makes him a better person than Bertholdt.
“It’s very long,” you say, zooming in on the dick and scrolling down. “Not super thick though.”
“I’m not impressed.”
Zeke takes pride in his cock being thicker than Bertholdt’s.
“Can I ask why you have a pic of his dick?”
“He was drunk and meant to send it to Annie.”
“And you kept it?”
“Hey, whoa. I did ask.”
Zeke gives you a quizzical look. He is having trouble discerning the situation at hand and it makes him feel like he’s dying. You pat his back.
“I was like, ‘Bertl, can I keep this?’ And he was like, ‘If you feel so compelled.’ And let me tell you... I was compelled.”
“Next one,” Zeke says, glaring at the dick on your phone screen.
“Okay,” you flip through your photos, “Porco.”
You hold up your phone, showing Zeke a still image of Porco furiously masturbating on the bathroom floor.
“D—did he set up a timer on his phone?”
“Yeah, grandpa, welcome to the 21st century. We’re happy to have you.”
“You’re two years younger than me, grandma.”
You stick your tongue out at him and zoom in on Porco’s cock. His cock curves upward quite a bit, veiny but not nearly as veiny as Zeke’s. The tip is a pearlescent pink. Porco managed to catch himself in the middle of his orgasm, cum spurting upward like a geyser.
“What do you think?” you ask him.
“Cum looks a little thin, watery even.”
Zeke wants to tack on that his cum is more robust, but he realizes how pathetic it is to brag about.
“I like it when it’s thicker. Like if someone is going to come on me I wanna feel it splatter on my skin, you know?”
Zeke doesn’t know.
“Yeah I get that,” he lies.
“I appreciate the action of the shot, but it’s too busy. I see a bottle of Acqua di Gio on his bathroom counter. His plunger is in the background. I don’t like that his bathroom rug is orange.”
Zeke could hear you talk shit about Porco’s nudes all day.
“You lookin’ at Porco’s nudes?”
Reiner slides into the other side of the booth. He’s pretty drunk, skin a little pink, but he seems mostly there.
“Has everyone seen them?” Zeke asks in a panic.
“No. I overheard you guys talking,” he chastises. “You guys are really harsh critics.”
“I have standards, Reiner.”
“If people can be film critics, why not dick critics?” Zeke asks, genuinely wanting an answer.
“Hey!” You smack Reiner’s arm. “Can I show Zeke your dick?”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t. I’m not an artist, but I’ve been told I have an eye for color,” he brags.
Zeke rolls his eyes. “Hush. Let’s see the dick.”
You pull up Reiner’s dick on your phone. It’s a lower body shot, just his torso and cock in view, it’s standing straight up. His body is framed by his earth toned bedding that makes his skin look divine. He’s statuesque, like a Greek god.
“Check out my cum gutters.”
“Reiner,” you exclaim. “Gross!”
“So Zeke, what do you think?” Reiner asks eagerly.
“Impressive,” Zeke chokes out. “Very nice.”
Zeke’s ready to move on. Reiner’s color coordinating bodybuilder nudes make him want to wear clothes for the rest of his life. He pictures himself dressed in his pajamas, standing in the middle of his shower, arms crossed, looking absolutely miserable.
“Hm, I think that’s all I have. Wait. Oh my god, I forgot I have your brother’s.”
Zeke is conflicted. On one hand he feels protective of Eren and wants to destroy your phone, preserving Eren’s honor. But on the other he wants to rip Eren’s head off for sending you a picture of his dick.
“I have one!” Reiner pipes up.
“Whose?” Zeke and you ask in unison.
“Colt’s.”
You start to shake your head. “No, no more dick pics. We’re done for the night.”
“No,” Zeke says, clenching his jaw. “Let’s see Colt Grice’s cock.”
You toss your head back and stare at the ceiling, preparing yourself for Zeke’s reaction. Reiner winces, realizing his mistake. But still he pulls out his phone.
“Why do you have a picture of his dick?” you ask.
“He needed a creative consultant,” he replies plainly.
Reiner goes through his phone and breathes heavily. He looks up from his phone, his lips a flat line, and he holds up Colt’s dick pic.
It’s a full body shot of Colt. His cock is thick and long, the same look and size as Zeke’s. He grabs Reiner’s phone and stares at Colt’s throbbing erection. It’s taken in his bathroom and unlike Porco's, his counter is organized, only a small bottle of expensive hand soap lurking in the corner. His dick is the perfect shade of pink, the head of his cock picturesque. It’s smooth, but not in a creepy way. It’s like it was sculpted by Rodin, rock hard and tremendous.
“Oh my god. His pubes are so trim,” Zeke mutters. 
His hand shakes and he drops the phone. Reiner grabs it, slips it into his pocket, and looks away from Zeke. The three of you sit in silence, the only sounds coming from the party.
“Is something wrong, Zeke?” you ask. “You’re sweating.”
Zeke doesn’t say anything. There isn’t anything to say. This isn’t something that can be buffed away with pity. The wounds inflicted are too deep. The pain radiating through his being will never cease. There will be no relief from his festering inadequacy. Happiness and hope for the future are rendered foreign concepts.
The man is irreparably damaged.
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aquilapolariz · 8 months
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what’s gonna be left of the world of you’re not in it? (reiner braun x reader)
Summary: On the plane to confront the Founding Titan, Reiner thinks about how the cruel world doesn’t deserve you and how you don’t deserve to live in such a cruel world. What more, it's in this state because of his existence. Alternatively, Reiner is ready to die for your sake until he realizes you want him to live.
Warnings: Extremely brief implied/referenced vague mentions of self-harm, minor season four part three spoilers
Word Count: 1.8k | Read on Ao3 here or below the cut!
The hum of the airplane distracted Reiner from his thoughts and prevented the uncomfortable silence from being completely unbearable. He was the only one standing up, knowing if he let himself relax, he’d be stuck in that blissful state forever. So he never once rested, not since he departed Marley with Annie, Bertholdt, and Marcel. Every slumber was sleepless, except for the rare ones spent with you. Sneaking out under the blanket of the night and tiptoeing past your sleeping comrades of the training corps, your only worry in the world was getting caught by Shadis. He wondered how soundly you slept now. 
Reiner turned his head slightly, wanting to get a good look at your face and every emotion it held.
“ Kirei… ” your voice barely above a whisper. Reiner followed your awed gaze out the tiny window of the biplane. It really was beautiful, the flat desert melting away into the endless sky, the earth and the heavens coming together as far as the eye could see, ready to bear witness to an earth-shattering event that would define the future. Reiner marveled at how you could call something beautiful on the way to a bloody battle. Even in the hardest of times you could see beauty. Even in the worst of people you can see the good.
Your gaze turned to Reiner and he felt like you saw right through him. You took in his form, committing it to memory, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you looked at the ODM gear he equipped. Your voice sounded shockingly clear in comparison to the blurred noises of the plane, asking Reiner if he’d be okay operating the updated equipment. He only nodded, saying it wouldn’t be used for that long anyway. He wouldn’t be in his human form for more than mere moments. 
The realization showed on your face and your bitter smile reminded him of sweeter times. When your saccharine words reached his ears, prompting him to play them over and over again in his head. When he’d crack a stupid joke and your honeyed laughter would create the most beautiful melody he’d ever known. When your sugary smile gave him something akin to a toothache just because you’d give it to him every single day without fail.
In those halcyon days, you had reached out for him, and against all of his better judgment (and Bertholdt’s protests) he reached back, grasping for any semblance of his humanity through you, which you gladly bestowed unto him time and time again without even knowing it. He wondered if, now, you knew how much you meant to him. 
In the days spent alongside the Paradisian devils, he found his conviction within your existence.
Like when he first committed his heart to the cause of the Survey Corps and every time thereafter. Reiner knew the words well. Shinzo wo sasageyo , the commanders would yell with unfettered devotion, like they truly believed their cause was worth every resource, every penny, and every life given to it. Hearing these words, Reiner would dutifully place his fist on his chest just like everyone else. He glanced to his side without turning his neck to look at you, whose eyes were solely focused on the commander with a gaze burdened with responsibility and hope for the future. While you offered your heart, totally and willingly, to this godforsaken island, he offered his heart to you, a godforsaken devil. Still, he knew that he would be the one going to hell and that he wasn’t going to see you there.
Since then, it never did bother him to pledge allegiance to the unfounded wings of freedom. He offered up his heart honorably, not lying when he did, because he offered more than that- his mind, body, and soul- to you whenever he saluted. While everyone had their backs straight with pride in their walled country, his back was straight with pride in you.
Back then, he was fighting out of a sense of pride, duty, and responsibility. Now, he only fights out of desperation and contractual obligation, simply waiting for the day he will pass down the armored curse to another child, never even hoping for the ever-unattainable repentance.
He was once a warrior and soldier, but ever since leaving Paradis, he was nothing more than a dead man walking. You gave Reiner the Soldier a reason to keep going, and you gave Reiner the Warrior an escape. What was he to do without you? Without Annie? Without Bertholdt?
You were the anchor that Reiner tied to his brain. An anchor that never rusted no matter how many times it was thrown in the salty ocean of battle. And without you he was lost at sea, completely adrift with no aim. He could blame nobody but himself because it was he who severed the rope that held you two together, cutting it cleanly when he revealed his titan form, his armored face devoid of emotion, forever haunting your dreams. 
He thought maybe you were a figment of his imagination. Too good to be true, too kind to be real. Maybe you were just something his mind made up to stay sane. But being here, hundreds of feet up in the air, working with the people he was taught to hate, he knew this wasn’t something his mind was capable of conceiving. He knew this was real. He knew you were real.
If only you could have stayed within the confines of his imagination! That way he wouldn’t have to feel shame every time he looked at you, everytime he thought of you. But he deserved it. He deserved to feel the bile of guilt rise in his throat, his lungs on fire like he was ready to explode. He deserved what his worst enemies wished upon him and even more. 
Reiner was never worthy of you and never will be. You of all people should hate him more than Eren hated him. You should hate him more than he hated himself. For he had hurt you the most, and everytime he harmed himself an image of you in tears showed up in his mind’s eye. It seemed like every move he made, hurt the world and his world was you. Every mistake he made would cause you pain, even if you didn’t know about it. He wondered what you’d say if he told you how many times he tried to kill his guilt, and with it, his own life.
He wanted to make it up to you, even though he knows it’s impossible. All he can do now is fight. He'd fight against the founding titan for whatever fragmented shards are left of his duty. He'd fight for you so that you can live in a world where you’d no longer be on the front lines of a cruel war.
And ultimately, that is what kept him going in his mission. More than his mother, more than Marley, he knew that no matter what he’d still have you, or rather the haunting memory of you.
Even if he himself had mere years left to live, he wanted to give you an existence that didn’t seem like it would end every single day. A world without him. Surely, that would be salvation for you, right? A world where you didn’t meet Reiner or one where the two both of you wouldn’t get along so damn well.
He felt sorry for you. He felt sorry for anyone who could love a piece of shit like him. His mother, Gaby, Bertholdt. For he was nothing more than the scum of all nations, the bastard son of Marley and Eldia cursed with the power of the Nine. He was the harbinger of calamity to the island paradise you, and thousands of others, called home.
And so he’d fight for you and only you. For your future that didn’t have him in it. For your future where you’d no longer be forced to don a soldier’s uniform and dirty your hands. You were the light that was seeing him through to the end of this war and the collapse of the founding titan. 
The sound of Connie’s strained voice snapped Reiner out of his thoughts. Connie was confessing his sins, speaking on behalf of everyone else around him, finding the common ground between him and Reiner. 
Reiner looked at his own hand, pristine and never marred due to his healing abilities. With no scars, how was he to remember his own sins? How was he to remember each time he bit his hand to transform into a monster? Every person he killed mercilessly just blurred together in his memory, a haze of bones, blood, and bellows. “My sins are irredeemable, I will never forgive myself. But, at least, let’s save what’s left of humanity.”
You were what’s left of Reiner’s humanity. He looked at you and you made him feel as human as he was before inheriting a Titan. 
Everyone nodded, bodies tense and minds shocked at the realization that they are all the same- that the soldiers of Eldia were no worse than the warriors of Marley and they were stuck in the same endless cycle of war and hatred.
You grabbed Reiner’s hand, the one he was examining so intently. He noticed that your hand was the more calloused one out of the two. Your touch burned, permeating his smooth skin and branding it into his memory. You brought Reiner’s hand close to your chest, forcing him to a slight bend at the knees and a curve of his spine as your lips tickled his ear in a whisper, “Please, don’t die today.”
He furrowed his eyebrows. He already had one foot in the grave he dug for himself. Just a couple more steps and it’d be two feet in, completely buried six feet under. He believed it’d be okay for the ground to swallow him up after doing all he can to stop Eren. Then, he’d finally be able to rest in peace with no voices of the dead haunting him because he would become one with them. Surely, it’d be better for you, and all of humanity, if he no longer existed.
His confused expression took you by surprise. You said your words like they were the most obvious thing in the world: “Well, what’s gonna be left of my world if you’re not in it?” 
He remembered how he offered his heart to you many times. Everytime he held his fist over his ribs, he could never feel his heartbeat. But in this moment he could hear the rhythmic thumping of something in his chest, fresh air filling up in his lungs- the same that you breathed- and the blood finally moving through his veins after years of seeming stagnant. A warmth that spread from where you held each other’s hands filled his body and your intent stare stopped him from questioning if he deserved to feel this strange and foreign feeling.
Was this the urge to live?
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vankaywie · 7 months
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Bertholdt Hoover x Gn!Reader
Warning: Angst. Fluff. Making out.
Word count: 1.2k
An: I saw this on my notes, i made this months ago and i actually forgot about it lol. This fic is actually longer than this but I've decided to cut the ending off because it was... icky. Bleh. No. I also can't think of any title for this LMAO. By the way, the titan I've made up for this is based on an infected in Tlou:} A shambler and a bloater. Also i am very if theres mistakes [sobs]
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No... No, No No.
You've already lost Marcel. You can't lose him too...
You knew Bertholdt since you were a day old. The two of you were titan shifters, along side with Reiner, Annie, and Marcel. Annie, you, Mercel, and Bertho was selected to become warriors and to inherit the power of the titans. Annie inherited the power of the Female Titan. Reiner Inherited the power of the Armored Titan. Marcel inherited the power of the Jaw Titan. Bertholdt inherited the power of the Colossal Titan. And you inherited the power of the Acidic Titan.
The Acidic Titan is 15 meters tall. Half skinless. The Acidic Titan lets out acids around it's body, just like how the Colossal Titan lets out steam. The Acid burns through a human's body. In rare occasions, the Acidic Titan can sometimes throw a ball of acid that explodes. The Acidic Titan can also be a good weapon for the other titans.
You watch as Bertho lays unconscious on top of a roof, legless, armless, with Armin's titan trying to reach for him. You were far away from Eren and his group, since they knew you were a 'traitor'. When he finally woke up and realise that there was a titan attracted to him, he quickly yelled for help. He smiled when he saw Eren and the others, but they were frozen.
"Guys, please! Help ME!" He screamed. He screamed Annie's name, of course. He liked Annie. He also screamed Reiner's name. He screamed your name.
No... You couldn't take it anymore... You quickly used your ODM gear to get close to Bertho and sliced the titan's fingers, making the others gasp. You saved Bertho, yes... But, in the process, the titan's other arm yanked at your ODM gear and quickly shoved you in between the titan's mouth. Half of Bertho's arms and legs were already healed. You were in between the titan's teeth, still trying to escape. But the pressure was too hard, you were about to get crushed any seconds now.
"B-Bertho... " You whimpered. "Why would you never look at me...?"
"H-huh?"
"It's always 'Annie, Annie, Annie'... Why won't you LOOK AT ME?" You yelled, sobbing. "I can't believe this is what we're talking about as I'm about to die." And now you were laughing?!
"Hey! Don't you dare pick on him!" You yelled at Porco, shielding Bertho behind you.
Porco chuckled, "Seems like somebody likes Bertholdt."
Your cheeks turned pink. Bertho was so confused of what was happening. "Nuh-uh!" You shook your head.
"How pathetic, you act like a child." Porco laughed. "I'm sure they won't pick you to have a titan power."
"That may be true, but i am a child. What's your excuse?" And with that, Porco scoffed and walked away.
"Are you okay, Berth?" You asked, turning to look at him with a smile on your face.
"I'm fin-"
A thud can be heard. It was Annie, she tripped on a rock "Oh- Annie!" Bertho yelled before running towards her. You knew Bertho likes Annie. It somehow hurts to see him desperately run towards her.
"A-Annie. Are you okay?" He asked. Helping Annie to get up from the ground.
"I'm fine."
You just stood there as you stare at Bertho smiling at Annie.
He stares at you in shock. The others stares at the both of you in shock. Bertho wasn't expecting this confession.
"Why won't you transform? You're about to die if you don't!" He yelled.
"We're both gonna die if we kill or leave Armin. And besides, we're 'monsters'. We deserve to die, right?" You cried. "I'm letting Armin inherit the Acidic Tita-"
You felt a hand pulling you away from the titan, making you crash next to Bertholdt. "Wait... If Bertho's here, then who- REINER?!"
"Thank you, Annie.. Bertho and [Name]."
"REINER!!" Bertho screamed in terror as Reiner gets eaten by Armin. Reiner... I'm so sorry.
You heard an ODM gear being used, when you turn your head, you saw Eren and the others getting close to the two of you. And with that, you quickly grabbed onto Bertho and used your ODM to get away from Armin as he transformed into an Armored Titan.
As the two of you went pass the wall, Levi was chasing you and Bertho, so you bit yourself to transform. You were holding Bertho as you run in your titan form. Levi couldn't catch up, your titan was too fast. You didn't exactly know where you're going. But you just needed to go somewhere far away.
The moon has rose. Bertho was sleeping beside you. His fingers were the only one that wasn't fully healed yet. You chuckled at his silly sleeping position. His torso was on the ground, one of his hand was on his head while the other one was holding his foot. His other foot was on top of a log that was laying there at the ground. You were leaning against that log as you were sat on the soft grass, with a fire infront of you to keep the both of you warm.
A sigh left your lips. You didn't know what to do. If the two of you came back, theres a massive chance that the others will kill the two of you.
The fire was almost gone, another sigh left your lips. You wanted to get more wood for the fire, but before you can even fully stand up. Your shirt was being pulled back down.
"Stay with me." Bertho spoke, lightly pulling at your shirt. "I don't want you to leave."
You sat back down, hugging your knees close to you. He was now sitting beside you.
"About what you said-." "You heard nothing." You quickly interrupted, looking away from him. The awkward silence was surprisingly comforting to you.
"Forgive me." Out of nowhere, his hands were on your cheeks, pulling you close until your lips met his. Your eyes widened in suprise. As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment, you quickly pulled away.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry!" Bertho was quick to apologize.
"No, no... It's fine." You said, hugging your knees, looking away from him. "I thought you liked Annie."
"I do." He says, staring at the stars. "But not as much as how i feel towards you..."
Both of your cheeks were red by now. You couldn't take it anymore. You turned to him and quickly pulled his face and lock his lips with yours again. He was now underneath you, your lips were still dancing with his. You finally moved away from his lips. He was smiling... So cute. His smile disappeared as soon as he realized there was something wrong.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Bertho...?" You said, as you lay your head on his chest. He let out a sound that sounded like a 'hm?'. "What are we gonna do?"
"We should go back to Marley." He was stroking your hair with his fingers. That small gesture made you feel tired. You just wanted to sleep.
"That's good." You yawned. You closed your eyes for only a second, but you eventually drifted off.
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dotsdrabbles · 2 years
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Why?
Porco Galliard x fem!Reader
Word count: 1103
Warnings: mentions of death, implied romantic feelings, it's more on the angsty side
Hiya! I thought I would start off my page with a Porco x Reader drabble! Honestly Porco is one of my favourite characters and deserved so much better. This isn't fully proofread, but hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! it may be a bit ooc buuuuuttt I was just having too much fun to be honest :).
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The summer heat in Liberio had always been unbearable. The air was humid and uncomfortable, mimicking a suffocating sensation as your lips tingle and your mouth dries out. It didn't help that it hadn't rained for almost 2 weeks and now the internment zone was facing drought.
“I fucking hate the summer.” Porco grunted, adjusting the yellow armband on his left bicep. “This heat makes me want to rip my skin off.” he exaggerated, leaning against a wall.
You had known Porco ever since you were both little, you were neighbours and would go out to play in the street with him and his brother Marcel. You were both 16 now and whilst he was still training to one day get his full warrior title, you carried on with your mainstream education in hopes to become a doctor but as it was the summer holidays you were stuck running your parents corner shop in town.
You let out a small chuckle as you stacked the shelves. The shop was small, cramped and in this weather it was more like a sauna. “You know you would say the same thing if it was winter, right? Oh Y/N it's freezing outside, I hate the winter” you digged, shooting him a playful look before adjusting your own white armband.
Playfully, he rolled his eyes with a huff. “Oh shove off.”
It wasn't uncommon to hear Porco huff or complain, he had always been this way since he was little…although you had noticed it his mood dampened even more when he found out he wasn't inheriting a titan like his older brother and was staying behind in Liberio as Marcel, Annie, Bertholdt and Reiner got to go on a big honourable adventure to wipe out the island devils of Paradis.
You knew Porco was still bitter, could you blame him? He had been working his ass off everyday, training to the point of nausea just so the armoured titan could be given to Reiner? You had nothing against Reiner, he could be sweet at times and although you were never there to see him train you did think it was odd that he was chosen over Porco. It made no sense.
“Pock?” You walked back behind the counter and sat on a stool, head in your hands as you watched his face twist from the nickname. “Why did you join the Warrior programme?” it had been a question that constantly plagued your mind however you didn't dare bring it up- until now.
Brows furrowed and body language closed he replied, “What do ya mean? Isn't it obvious?”
“No, I understand the benefits of becoming a Warrior…”
“The better healthcare, honorary Marelyan status for you and your family. It's a no brainer really, you would have to be an idiot to pass up an offer like that- no offence” you could tell you was hitting a nerve by his tone of voice, but you carried on anyway.
“Right, but wouldn't you have gotten these benefits just from Marcel being a warrior anyway? Why did you have to sign up too?”
“Are you seriously asking why I wanted to do something for my motherland? To make up for all the wrongdoings our people have done over the years?” he snapped, face turning red a bit from anger.
“No, I'm asking why you're so willing to become a monster and drastically shorten your life for a country that doesn't care about you!? Meanwhile the people who care about you are left to pick up the pieces- If there even are any pieces of Porco Galliard left!” you bit back, your own face heating up and your fists clenched.
“WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! For fuck sake Y/N get off my dick! It's my life and I can do what I want with it!?!” He began to yell which made tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
“Get out.” you straightened your back, thankful no one was in the shop to witness this fight.
“What? You can't be serious?” Porcos face fell, realising you were actually getting upset. He didn't mean to make you cry.
“You're barred. Get out!” she yelled, the tears streaming from your eyes, hiccups and chokes escaped from your throat.
Porco just blankly stared at you, guilt filling his body, but he wouldn't apologise, that wasn't the kind of man he was. Grabbing his army green jacket, he stormed out of the shop with a face like thunder. Once he was gone, you allowed your sadness to consume you, mourning a man who hadn't even died yet.
It was stupid for you get upset, you knew this was going to happen. Porco could be hot headed and he was hurting himself. Although you asked him you knew why he wanted to join the unit: to finally get out of his older brother's shadow, to be seen as more than just his brother. To prove he was strong, he wanted to make a difference. He just wanted to be remembered, rather than get lost in the pages of history and if that meant killing himself in the process then so be it.
But what about you?
You who had grown so fond of the blonde boy over the years, the way he could make you giggle at the most stupid things whilst his own laugh would boom and fill the room with joy, making yourself giggle even more when he let out the occasional snort that he hated but you loved so much. How he would always make sure you were always walking on the inside of the pavement, away from traffic. How he would hold you ever so tightly when you got upset over some boy, who you were supposed to go on a date with, began to avoid you even though Porco knew damn well it was because he decided to have a “chat” with him.
If only you knew, he was only still doing all of this for you.
It has always been for you. He wanted to marry you and give you honorary Marleyan status so you didn't have to live in the slums of Liberio anymore, you could go to a really good medical school and have a decent wage. He wanted to give you a better life, even if you never cared for him like he did for you. Porco knew Marcel's honorary Marleyan citizenship wouldnt extend to you if you married Porco so that's why he stayed in the unit, even after he was denied his titan.
He will make it work, he will find a way.
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pickalilywrites · 7 months
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Hi lily! May I request more annie x soldier!marcel fics. Your writing is great and anniecel needs more love :)
hi anon. thank you for asking <3 i'm always down to write for anniecel!
if this is all you need
AnnieCel. Canon Divergent. 2012 words. Read on Ao3!
Annie isn’t a team player. They don’t teach you how to work with other people when you’re training to be a Warrior. You’re constantly competing with other Warrior candidates, pitted against them again and again, in the hopes that you will be one of the lucky few that could claim one of the four remaining Warrior positions. You must always be vigilant. Becoming a Warrior is never certain until you have the power of the Titan in your palm. Just look at Porco Galliard, Annie thinks. Everyone thought that he and his older brother Marcel were shoo-ins as Warriors, but only Marcel had managed to snag a spot for himself out of the two brothers. The Armored Titan’s power, which everyone thought would undoubtedly become Porco’s, fell into Reiner’s hands unexpectedly. Nobody knew why. It makes her wonder if there was another substitute for her, if her spot on this team was as secure as she thought it was. 
The Marleyans had encouraged such a competitive environment between the Warrior Candidates that Annie had almost scoffed when she had heard about the mission to Paradis to retrieve the Founding Titan. She thinks it’s ridiculous that Marley expects them to work together when even now she can’t help but view all the other Warriors as threats. They’ve been competitors most of their lives. Annie can’t call them friends. Even calling them comrades would be a stretch.  
She doesn’t know how Marcel can work so well with everyone, taking the lead when nobody else wanted to. Zeke is the one who usually leads them, but he’s not on this mission in Paradis. Somehow, the role of the leader fell to Marcel, and he took the mantle without any hesitation. When they had set foot on Paradis, Annie was afraid that everything would fall apart. Sure, they had rehearsed everything in their heads, gone over the plan with the Marleyan officials, and had talked over everything together in that cramped cabin as they crossed the sea, but it was different when they actually stepped foot on Paradis. Nothing could have prepared them for Paradis.  
It was a vast wasteland in Annie’s eyes. There wasn’t any civilization in sight, just a wide expanse of grassy plains. If she hadn’t been told otherwise, she would have thought that the island was uninhabited. She would have never believed that there was a civilization tucked away far from the shores. Only when she squinted could she see the faint outline of the Walls where the Eldians are hiding away. She had been told that the trek there would be long but even looking at the distance they needed to close exhausted Annie before she had even taken her first step.  
Marcel had been the one to take the first step on the island. He was the first one on the shore, and he was the one to lead the way without any prompting from the Marleyan officials that had come to see them off. Reiner followed closely behind Marcel, head held high, but Annie could see how tightly his hands were clenched into fists and how his arms swung so stiffly by his sides. Bertholdt trudged along even more timidly, looking nervously left and right as if waiting for something to catch them unawares. Annie followed at the very rear, observing them all.  
Their first day on Paradis ended without much event. They had only stopped when Marcel suggested they did even after Reiner insisted that they all had enough energy to go through the night. They were seated all around the campfire that Bertholdt had managed to get going. It was uncomfortable sitting with everyone, and Annie kept shifting in her seat as Reiner spewed his nonsense about how they would rid the world of the devil blooded Eldians. They were after all, he said, the ones chosen by Marley. 
“We weren’t though,” Marcel murmured, and Annie recalls this now as his first and only misstep. Some nights she wonders why he had even muttered this at all. “We weren’t all chosen. It was supposed to be different. It should have been Porco, not you. Porco was supposed to be the one to inherit the Jaw Titan, Reiner. I was the one who had turned the attention of all our instructors towards you. I convinced them that in the end your loyalty would be more valuable. If it weren’t for me … you probably wouldn’t be here at all.”  
Annie remembers how Reiner’s eyes trembled as he stared at Marcel in disbelief. He stood there, slack-jawed, and stumbled backwards. Bertholdt had hovered nervously beside Reiner. To do what, Annie never knew. It wasn’t to catch Reiner or restrain him because as soon as Reiner bolted, Bertholdt did nothing to stop him. It was only Marcel who ran after Reiner.  
“You liar!” Reiner shouted, and his shout could have been heard across the whole island. “I’ll fucking show you! They chose me! They fucking chose me!” Reiner probably would have shouted and screamed the whole way there, but the earth began to tremble and he stopped in his tracks.  
Annie and Bertholdt had only run a few paces from the campfire, but even they could feel the earth shake from where they stood. Annie looked over at Bertholdt and saw his panicked expression. He was asking her what they should do, and she didn’t know the answer at all. She didn’t know what they should do. She only knew what she should do, which was run and survive at all costs. She had only ever learned how to take care of herself. The fact that she now had three other lives tethered to hers rendered her immobile.  
She was deciding between bolting or running to Marcel and Reiner and dragging them back to the ocean where they came, but she didn’t have a chance to decide before the earth opened. The ground beneath Reiner’s feet crumbled and he shrieked as jaws open from under him. A Titan let out a horrid groan as it emerged from the earth, and for a moment Annie thought that they failed the mission already, that they already lost the Armored Titan to one of the devil beasts of Paradis until she realized that Marcel had already taken action.  
Marcel shoved Reiner out from the jaws of the Titan and had somehow managed to escape from the Titan’s jaws unscathed as well. Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged his teeth into his hand until he drew blood and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky to strike him. Before Annie could blink, the Jaw Titan appeared where Marcel had been. The Jaw Titan kept itself between the mindless Titan and Reiner, keeping a protective stance. The mindless Titan, unable to think past its carnal urges, pounced forward and Marcel’s Titan quickly batted it aside. The Titan fell to the ground with a thud and the Jaw Titan took its chance, bounding on top of it and tearing its teeth into the nape of the Titan’s neck. The Titan could only shriek and writhe, trapped underneath the Jaw Titan’s claws. The sound of its struggle echoed in Annie’s ears for years to come even after it dissipated under a cloud of hot steam.  
Marcel did not abandon his Titan after that. The Jaw Titan instead extended its hand towards Annie and Bertholdt. Although the two did not know what Marcel had planned, they climbed onto its palm and then onto its back. Reiner later did the same, although he could not look anyone in the eye.  
It was Marcel’s idea to travel using their Titans. It was the only way for them to get to the Walls without fully depleting their supplies, and it would increase their chances of arriving there safely if they ran into another Titan. It was Marcel’s idea to use the Colossal Titan to break the outer Wall and then have the Armored Titan breach the inner Wall to get them closer to the center of Paradis. It was Marcel’s idea to infiltrate the military as trainees to gain valuable intel that would guide them to the Founding Titan. A long game, but one that they had to play. If Marcel was the one guiding them, then Annie would take her chances.  
When they first joined the military, she thought they would all keep to themselves and gain intel separately, but Marcel became fast friends with all the other trainees. It was a farce, she thought, but even now she notices that Marcel is able to get along well with everyone. He gets along well with Bertholdt and Reiner, but he also gets along well with the other trainees. She can’t seem to make friends at all, and it’s difficult for her to speak with the other Warriors without arousing suspicion. Bertholdt and Reiner don’t even bother with her most of the time, reasoning that it’s suspicious enough that they come from the same village. People would be more suspicious if Annie knew them as well. Marcel, however, somehow finds opportunities to speak with her. It makes her feel less … alone.  
She is grateful for Marcel’s friendship, if she can call it that at all. She’s never really had a friend before this, so she’s unfamiliar with friendship and what it entails. She imagines it’s something like this though: kind smiles and encouraging words even if they’re whispered in the shadows where nobody else can see them. Every time she begins to get impatient or hopeless, Marcel finds her and gives her the motivation she needs to continue. It’s like he has a sixth sense in reading people even though Annie had always thought she was unfathomable. She wonders if it’s because she’s not as hard to read as she thought she was or if she unintentionally lets her walls down just a little whenever Marcel is involved.  
She wishes she could be a pillar of support for him. She sees him sometimes after their trainee practice. When he thinks people aren’t looking, his smile fades from his face and is replaced with an expression of complete exhaustion. She doesn’t know how to reach out in the way he’s done for her. Every attempt that she makes seems dishonest and unnatural, and she ends up retracting any encouraging word or gesture she had thought to make in the first place. 
One day she sees him emerging from the storeroom after Shadis had instructed him to put away some equipment. Marcel has that same tired look on his face, but it immediately vanishes when he sees Annie. She wants to tell him he doesn’t have to do that. He doesn’t have to put up a brave face in front of her, not if it tires him.  
In the past, she would have just turned away and pretended not to see Marcel. Now, she hesitates but is able to muster the courage to ask, “Are you okay?”  
“I’m fine,” Marcel says, that same warm smile on his face.  
“Okay,” Annie says. She hesitates again, but then tells him, “If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know. I know I’m not very useful, and I’m not a very good teammate …"  
Marcel smiles again and his expression looks more genuine this time. “You’ve done more than enough, Annie. It’s just enough to know that you’re here.”  
It startles her when he approaches her and for a moment, she thinks he will embrace her, but he simply lets his head fall onto her shoulder and lets it rest there. They stay like that, not moving, and Annie only gently places her hand on his shoulder. She pats him awkwardly, but Marcel doesn’t seem to mind. If this is all he needs, someone to lean on every once in a while, she thinks she can do that for him. Her cheeks feel warm and she’s sure they’re scarlet now, but she tells herself it’s from the heat of the sun even though the two of them are standing beneath the shade of the shed. 
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shayewrites · 2 years
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ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST
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“to rise above monsters, we must abandon our humanity.” - armin arlert
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THE 104th CADET CORP
Eren Jaeger:
It’ll Be Okay: Eren Angst
Armin Arlert:
worse games to play: hunger games au series
Jean Kirschten:
Won’t Say I’m in Love
Marco Bodt:
Connie Springer:
Reiner Braun:
The Red in My Ledger (Reiner x Oc Series)
Let Me Be Your Hero: Reiner Comfort
Take a Chance: Reiner Reverse Comfort
Bertholdt Hoover:
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THE VETERANS
Erwin Smith:
Travelin’ Soldier: Mini Series
Safe & Sound: Erwin Comfort
may i have this dance: Erwin Fluff
Levi Ackerman:
Hold Your Head High Soldier: Levi Comfort 
Enough to Stay: Modern!Levi Angst
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THE MARLEYANS
Zeke Jaeger:
Porco Galliard:
Marcel Galliard:
Colt Grice:
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6luffy · 1 year
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wips.
jason todd being a subby bottom with a praise kink but also a soft service/pleasure dom with a daddy kink (smut)
luffy and his responsibility as captain (angst)
paranoia -> luffy has been paranoid about the crews well being ever since ace died. he can’t shake the feeling that something bad is gonna happen again. and now that you’re together he’s especially worried about you.
luffy wearing a black shirt (smut)
mischievous -> luffy can’t control himself around you. or he doesn’t want to. (smut)
luffy nsfw hc -> eating you out
luffy nsfw hc -> oral fixation
luffy nsfw hc -> quiet calm luffy
op men x nipple play -> monster trio + law & ace
aot characters and how they would hug you -> includes: mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, ymir, historia, reiner, bertholdt, annie, porco, marcel, pieck, levi (fluff)
what i imagine reiner would be like after the paradis mission back in marley , with a marleyan titan shifter s/o who’s been on the mission to paradis with him (fluff+angst)
war effects -> reiner x fem marleyan titan shifter reader : the paradis mission and losing bertholdt and annie took a toll on you and reiner. everybody could see it. it just showed in different ways (fluff+angst)
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angelsdevils · 3 months
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A Titan's Heartache: Marcel x Reader
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If you want to read the disclaimer please go to the initial Master list for this story.
Warning: Spoilers appear in this. If you do not want to be tagged or don't want to be spoiled please do not read this story
Word Count:
Master List | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
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[Marcel’s POV]
It was now year 847 and I joined the 104th Regiment Corps with Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie. After realizing that we would have more information after joining the Military Police we all agreed this would be the best action to take for now. We also decided to take our time with the mission to ensure it was a successful mission. I still carried the weight with the other warriors of the mission that had already taken a toll on our mental state. I still remember seeing all the people getting eaten by the titans. Me and Annie were running for our lives literally because we couldn’t just transform into titans like Bertholdt and Reiner was or else someone would have seen us. 
The sun bathed the training grounds in a golden hue, my gaze lingered on the towering walls of the military complex - a symbol of both the protection and confinement. I understood why the walls were necessary, to protect them from titans but at the same time, it was suffocating. Of course it was, but some people were content but I met a guy named Eren Yeager, who planned to join the scouts so he could fight for freedom. The kid is crazy, but I get it completely. In a way the Eldians of Marley were also stuck behind walls, not literally but the Marleyans treat us as monsters. I just had to remember I was doing this for my family so they could have a little more freedom.  
Morning drills echoed with the rhythm of wood meeting wood, panting, and grunts, the cadence of footsteps resonating with hope and aspirations to be great soldiers, though I was no soldier, I was a Marleyan Warrior. Amidst the training, my gaze fell upon her - (Y/N) (L/N) -  a fellow recruit whose roots seemed to intertwine with the very essence of nature. Little did I know that our paths were destined in ways I would never imagine. 
In the moments of our exercises, our eyes met. She gave me the sweetest of smiles, and I swear my heart almost jumped out of my chest. She had an air of mystery surrounding her, and I was falling in love with her with just a simple look. As the sun casted it’s rays down on us, she glowed in the light. She was soon paired with me as a sparring partner, and I wasn’t sure if I would survive this alone with how fast my heart was racing. For only the time being, I forgot all about my mission. 
“Don’t expect me to go easy on you, just because you are a girl,” I said to her. Her laughter filled the air, and I felt my cheeks warm.
“If you went easy on me, this sparring session would be pointless.”
She left me no time to respond as she charged at me. I dodged her movements, but she was like water flowing freely. She twisted her body, knocking my knife out of my hand. I grabbed her wrist, but she flipped over my shoulder, and held her wooden knife to my throat. I went to elbow her but she dodged my attack. 
We caught the attention of the other trainees, and the Chief instructor, Shadis. I managed to grab my wooden knife, but she was quicker. How could someone be so fluid in their motions and quick at the same time? Her fighting style was different yet beautiful, almost like a dance. Lost in my thoughts and going through the motions, she managed to swipe my feet from under me, and pinned me to the ground, her wooden knife once again to my throat.
“I think I win this one,” she said in a teasing tone. I cracked a smile, before rolling us over so I pinned her down instead. 
“I don’t accept defeat that easily,” I retorted. 
“Maybe you should.” 
“Huh?” I was confused, before she head butted me hard and I fell backwards, “Ow.”  I rubbed my head, but she kicked me on my back, her boot on my chest, and she stood up. I was shocked, and blushed as she looked down at me. 
“Accept defeat?”
“Yeah, I accept defeat. I think I need ice for my forehead.” 
She let me up, and smiled. She offered me a hand, and I took it standing up. 
“(L/N), where did you learn those moves?” Chief instructor asked her, and she saluted him.
“Sir, my mother and grandmother taught me. They both joined the scouts.” 
“I see, I knew your last name sounded familiar. You have a head jump on the rest of trainees then, your grandmother and mother were (mother’s name) and (grandmother’s name) right? They were one of the founders of the scouts, as well as the strongest.”
“Yes, sir.” 
Everything made sense now, she has trained probably since she was so young, her family probably taught her how to be graceful yet deadly. Shadis walked away after they were done talking. She turned to me and gave me that sweet smile again, and I smiled back. 
“My name is Marcel, Marcel Galliard.”
“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you Marcel.” 
She walked away to grab her water bottle, and in that moment I forgot about the mission, my thoughts were on her alone.
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tender-hearteddd · 1 year
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wanna read or perhaps write a bert (my absolute beloved) fic where instead of a lot of the fics portraying him to be where he is constantly nervous, always sweating, always anxious around you - he grows to be more confident, more sure of himself and his relationships with the people around him, around you; where his true personality really shines instead of the anxiety ridden mess he became. just want him to be okay :(
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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year
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A Warrior’s heart (Marcel Galliard x Reader) » Part VI
Word count: 2 254
Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes
Info: canon AU where Marcel didn’t die; also the reader is an Eldian Warrior from Marley but not a Titan Shifter
PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V 
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A Warrior’s heart (Part VI)
„The guards told me you haven’t been eating anything,“ said Commander Magath when he stopped at your cell. His eyes looked you over very carefully as if it was your first encounter ever. Or as if he forgot who you were and what you looked like in just three days. „You want to collapse right there in front of the court?“
„No need to worry about that,“ you muttered, pulling your knees even closer to your chest. Laying and sitting on the prison bed felt like torture, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. „I’m just not hungry. And the food is disgusting.“ You tried it because getting weak and potentially sick could cause you more problems. But you almost threw up after the first few bites, so you decided to stay away from everything they brought you.
„Are you willing to talk to me?“
His question surprised you. Were you really in a position to decline an offer like that? „Yes, Commander,“ you answered him, closing your eyes for a second.
He called one of the guards to open your cell and let him inside. Commander Magath carefully walked towards you, looked you over one last time, and sat down right next to you. His sudden closeness startled you a little, but you didn’t move away from him.
„For now, you were deprived of your status of an honorary Marleyan. But only you, your sister can still receive the best medical care as if she was a Marleyan.“
You nodded, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in the last three years. The tears you cried weren’t for your lost status. But for your family. You feared the worst because nobody told you anything about them. You didn’t even know if they were informed about your return from Paradis.
„Thank you, I’m really grateful,“ you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees. Your whole body was in pain that was worsening by the minute. Everything hurt so bad... even breathing and thinking. And mostly overthinking every little detail of your life. Everything that led you to this moment. Into this cell. „Do they know I am here? Back in Marley?“
„Yes, they were informed the day of your return. And they also know that you’re awaiting a trial at the Military Court.“
You nodded again, taking a deep breath through your nose and holding it in for a short while. It was hard, almost impossible to fall or stay asleep. Nightmares were haunting you every time you closed your eyes. When you finally fell asleep, you woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in your eyes, desperately searching for Marcel. But he was never by your side. The bed was so cold without him laying next to you, the mattress hard and uncomfortable.
Nobody told you what happened to the other Warriors. But since they weren’t here, you hoped all of them returned home. Mainly Marcel and Reiner, since Zeke and Pieck had almost nothing to do with your mission. It would be really cruel to blame them for your failure. If it wasn’t for them, none of you would’ve made it back home.
„I visited them yesterday, they are doing okay. But are really worried about you.“ A desperate smile made its way to your lips. You wanted to ask him so many questions about your mother and sister but didn’t dare to do it. It would unnecessarily hurt you even more. „You can see them after court.“
„Even if I’ll be officially found guilty?“ He nodded shortly, resting his elbows on his knees and fixing his gaze on his boots. „Thank you.“  
The whole conversation felt forced, but for some reason, it didn’t seem like he was about to leave you alone once again. He came to say something but didn’t get to it just yet. So you waited. For many long, awkwardly quiet minutes. Your left hand found its way to the silver heart locket around your neck and squeezed it carefully, but also hard enough to sense the comforting cold feeling in your palm.
„Hurting you or the other Warriors was never my intention,“ he said finally, clenching his hands into fists. He was visibly struggling with his words but still felt it necessary to say them out loud. „I did believe in all of you.“
„Why was it necessary to send a bunch of kids on a mission like that?“ you asked openly, suddenly feeling no fear. You were already behind bars, what worse could happen? „Marley has a huge army full of better trained and surely more capable men or women. Why did you choose to use kids for something like this? Can you even imagine what we all went through?“
„We trained all of you since you were five or six years old. The army was the only thing you knew for so many years. All of you lived to serve Marley and get something in return. Something special and very valuable.“
„That’s not the right answer, Commander.“
„And what do you want me to say, Y/N?“ Hearing your first name from his mouth sounded weird, almost a bit terrifying. He never did that, almost no one in the military did that. They kept using your last name, for it sounded more professional. The army never saw you as kids who needed some special treatment.
„I don’t know. Maybe... maybe I’m waiting for an apology.“ His quiet laugh made you flinch a bit. Did you ever hear him laugh before? „You ruined us all. Bertholdt is dead, and Annie may be too. The others have a few years left to live. And I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore because of all the things that Marley made me do. Maybe it wasn’t me who breached the Walls, but I was there. I saw those people dying, I heard them screaming when they were getting eaten by the Titans... by people like me, who you sent to Paradis.“
Even if you didn’t eat anything for the last three days, the urge to throw up was growing stronger with every passing second.
„How do you expect us to live with what we’ve done? Yes, Marcel and Reiner maybe hide their feeling better than I do, but they are just as broken, Commander.“
Some days it was only Marcel who could keep you sane. His presence in your life, the love he made you feel with every word or every touch. But on other days even his best attempts weren’t enough. Since the battle in Trost a few months back, you could feel your mind drift to dark places more and more often. You were slowly but surely losing touch with reality. And sometimes not even Marcel was able to lure you back from the darkest places in your mind and soul.
Not when you didn’t know who you really were and where your loyalty lay.  
And not when he was struggling as well.
Marcel tried to hide it, but there were moments you saw the mask slip off his face and reveal his true feelings. He was losing it, too. Just like all of you at some point. Because after all... you all were just ordinary people. Individuals with their own beliefs and coping mechanisms.  
„You know, Commander... there are no good or bad Eldians. In the end, we are all the same.“ It’s just the environment all of us grew up in. The government we were taught to obey and listen to. That made us different. But nothing else. People from Paradis were the same as people here in the internment zone. Many of them even better. „It’s a shame we had to learn it the hard way.“
„You can’t...“
Your laugh surprised him even more than your words. „Don’t worry, sir. I am not planning to spread these kinds of words outside this cell. All I ever wanted was to protect my family and save my sister. And I am still determined to do everything in my power to keep them safe.“
„All those years of training you did your very best. I saw that every single day and heard you cry many times when you thought no one was close by. But inheriting a Titan simply wasn’t for you, that kind of power needed someone else.“ You nodded in agreement. He was right and you knew for many years now. And after all, you got what you were trying so hard to accomplish even without inheriting one of the Titans. You became an honorary Marleyan and got your family the help they needed. That was all that mattered. „But you had other important and very promising qualities. That is why I gave you a chance. I believed, that you will be the one to lead the Warriors to success on Paradis. Marcel was never meant to be the leader, that place was meant for you.“
„What?“ you asked in utter shock, nervously pulling on the loose strands of your hair. „What are you talking about?“
„I wanted you to be the leader. But not everybody agreed, and my reasons didn’t stand a chance in front of the other officers responsible for the Paradis mission. I wasn’t able to convince them. They thought that Marcel was a better fit for such an important role.“
„What made you think that I would be a good leader?“
You were barely twelve years old back then. Marcel was a bit older, but still. He had the personality of a leader. All of you listened to him and respected his decisions naturally. You could never achieve that. Nobody would have listened to you. Merely because you simply wouldn’t know what to do.
You were a good and loyal follower. But would be surely a shitty leader.
„Your will and determination seemed much stronger. And you had a much longer life ahead of you than the other Warriors. That should have served as a good enough motivation.“
„Well, it didn’t,“ you uttered and slowly stood up, stretching your legs. The damned cell was too small to even walk around. All you could do was sit in one spot and overthink everything for the millionth time. „Next time you should think it through better, Commander. And not put so much hope in a kid, that barely knew what this cruel world was really about.“
You waited for his response, but it never came. Magath stayed quiet for a long time before he finally stood up, and reached for your shoulder. It scared you, but you didn’t pull away. Quiet the opposite. You looked over your shoulder and right into his eyes. It felt like an eternity until he finally looked away, squeezed your shoulder, and called for the guard who let him out again.
„Make sure you eat something today,“ he murmured while slowly walking away, not looking in your direction anymore.
It took you a while until you sat back down, pulled your knees to your chest, bowed your head, and closed your eyes. Your eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden. Sleep was lurking somewhere near, you could sense it. But when you lay down and pulled the thin blanket over your exhausted body and head, memories came flashing back. All of them at once. Every horrible thing you’ve done to the people who never harmed you in any way.
Despite everything you fell asleep after a short while. Only for about two hours, but it was still something. After waking up, you felt at least a little bit better. But still, your first instinct after opening your eyes was searching for Marcel. You hoped he would miraculously appear right there next to you, so you could wake up in the warmth of his embrace.
But Marcel wasn’t there. His beautiful golden eyes and handsome face weren’t the first things you saw. It was the old cement wall of the holding cell. His sweet kisses didn’t help you wake up and snap back to reality. His fingers weren’t entangled in your hair, and his body wasn’t pressed against yours.
Commander Magath’s visit felt like it happened in a different reality. Maybe it did. Maybe he never bothered to come and talk to you. Why would he? Compared to him, you were nothing. Simply no one. Not a person whose life would really matter.
You rubbed your eyes sleepily and turned around, looking at the ceiling. Not eating anything was starting to take its toll. You felt nauseous and dizzy, and even your arms were almost too weak when you tried to push yourself up to a sitting position. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes once more, naively trying to fight sleep.
In the end, your head found itself back on the pillow. Sleeping seemed to be the best way to pass time. Mainly because you wanted to avoid dinner time and stop your brain from wandering to the darkest, most hopeless places. Nightmares chased after you during the whole night, you woke in a cold sweat a couple of times, but fell back asleep every time.
When you woke up in the morning, a tray with breakfast was waiting for you on the ground right in front of your bed. And it looked much more appetizing than anything they've brought you before.
It almost looked like someone put in a word for you and finally granted you food, that didn’t make you throw up even before you tasted it.
To be continued...  
PART VII
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anothanobody · 2 years
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Months ago i read this gang leader Eren x detective Mikasa and god i was so inspired. And I thought maybe make it angstier?? But beware tho. That fic has mentions of Eren being a whore and ereannie
I think i know what you're talking about. is it the one where carla is in the hospital and he went to that lifestyle to pay for them but didn't want to drag Mikasa with him so he left. also Annie betrayed him bc she was in squad with Bertholdt and Reiner, Marcel was killed. and it ended with Mikasa and Eren together even though he's still a gangster and she's still a detective and she's pregnant in the end i think.
I loved it. I didn't mind the Annie thing tbh, it was awkward to envision tho.
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