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Chapter Three: There's so much on (y)our mind(s)

Chapter summary: both of them are simping for each other it's annoying, really. Jk. Y/n finally attends one of the flats parties and Mike's asking what's weighing on his head.

wc: 6092

Warnings: Mike and Y/n finally sleep together huheueh

Other characters: the Levi squad appears ~finally ~

Note: thank you to @aizenhours for beta reading chapter 2 and 3 for this, here's to finishing this before April

Masterlist - chapter 4

Ackerman Manor, Shiganshina, Paradis

Sousterre, Paradis

The realisation of Y/n’s stay reaching its third month came to Kenny’s mind once he’d opened his eyes and heard Kuchel’s playlist from the open window of his bedroom. It made sense to him why that thought came hard, he’d been putting off the lunch that Uri and Kuchel suggested since she’d arrived. Her grandmother’s face and her mother’s attitude, that was something he would never imagine. Or be prepared for. Frankly speaking, he doesn’t know if he’d ever be in the mental state face the girl.

Or sit through a lunch when the ghosts of his past were across him.

Family duty is still a duty. That he reminded himself once he’d seen the thick folder hanging on the desk of his office.

“Kuchel,” he called from the kitchen’s wide open windows, coffee mug up to his face and today’s paper tucked under his arm. She only spared him a glance, testing his patience this — late — morning.

“Kuchel.”

With another huff, she threw the comforter over the line with irritation and bent down to reach for the basket. Her hold on it told him how ready she was to chuck it through the window to land on his face. “What now?”

“Pyxis and Zackly’s waiting for an answer, are they gonna see her or what?”

“Let them keep asking then,” not as annoyed as she expected, Kuchel still threw the basket through the window with a lighter force to it. “Hold on I’m coming in.”

“You could’ve taken this with you!”

“Easier to throw it at you.” She laughed, running in through the door. “Like I said, let them keep asking.”

“She’s an Escarra. The only one with any seriousness in her life, too,” he grumbled into his cup.

“I’m an Ackerman, you’re an Ackerman. What’s new.” Having a change of heart, Kuchel sat down and spoke in a softer to explain. As if it’d erase a wrinkle from his forehead. “She’s still a kid, let her be that. Do you know what she asked me, Ken? ‘Ms. Kuchel, can you please make me fried rice’, and a college student.”

“I understand letting her adjust here. And to this life.” He sighed. “Unless you’re being more of a mother to her than to your own son.”

Swallowing her anger, Kuchel’s face showed him that he’d gone too far with his words again. “No, Kenny. I’m doing what I promised we’d do. And taking care of her is what I only know.”

“Is the restraining order your idea?”

“No,” her eyes narrowed over the rim of her glass, “she hates her extended family. Saw the opportunity to cut them off forever, and took it.”

He sighed a low “Sorry.” Before turning to his newspaper, “How about January?”

“You lost me, what? January?”

“I talk to her in the morning, introduce the other families to her in the afternoon. January of next year before her classes start.”

“Mhm, she’s in class now,” she looked at the clock to confirm her guess, “Wonder how she’s doing. HA! I should visit her! You can come too unless you haven’t . . .”

A look above his second cup silenced Kuchel.

Suffering.

In silence.

That’s what she was doing in class. Face resting on her palm, and never questioned why her brain chose to tune in to their conversation rather than the class presentations.

“I mean listen, listen,” started Eld, he always started the unhinged conversations when Gunther focused his eyes on the game below the desk. “This is actually important, do you have condoms on you?”

“Now?”

“In your wallet.”

“Now, now?”

“Yes,” hope made him sit straight, watching when Gunther hovered over to reach for his wallet.

Only to open it and say, “Nah, I’m a virgin. Go to the free—”

“The banana flavours gave me an allergic reaction.”

In the first two weeks of classes, she was already sure she’d survive sitting behind them, quietly listening to their conversations. Today, when she woke up after a sleepless night and started the day with no effort to ‘behave’ herself, her cheeks hallowed out and a hand went up to her to cover her mouth.

The other hand gripped her pen harder, laughing to herself as their heads slowly turned to her. Both of them with agony written on their faces.

“Urusai, you two are . . .” came a new voice from the same row of seats.

Mouths agape and eyes wide open, they all turned to the front. The girl who offered to post lecture notes in the group chat and was voted to be their representative (when no one else raised their hand) turned to them in her seat. “No way, you understand us, too, Prez?”

“Ok wait, no. This is too much. How do you run out of condoms? No, how much sex do you have.”

Gunther shrugged, adding, “The amount he’s talking about is making it seem non-existent.”

“That’s not normal?” Asked (Y/n), bringing their attention to her. “You’re a sex addict?”

“No, that’s why it’s concerning.”

“Ahh,” Eld sat up in hopes that they’d stop talking about his sex life, “So uhh, we understand each other? Japan-raised, too?”

. . .

It was the first time that she walked out of the arts building without her gaze set straight or sometimes, searching for Mike in the practice fields as she avoided the rush of people. She was content with walking to the side, listening as they each explained why— of all people on the campus— they could speak Japanese.

“Eh, same old story.” Gunther began. Only asking, “You guys don’t know?” when their silence meant they anticipated an explanation beyond that.

“We just met . . . this is the ice breaker, ice breaker-ing.”

“Right, uhh. So, listen. There’s this place at the ocean sides of Paradis where most Japanese vendors would take off. That’s the history behind that, and then the world wars happened, and Japanese families fled to those rivers and acted like merchants. I’m fourth-generation Japanese” two finger guns thrown at them to emphasise, ”and I can cut your hair if you want.”

“Ha?” Turned Eld, slowing down in his steps. “You weren’t joking when you said that was your fun fact? ‘I’m Gunther and I can cut hair.’ ”

“Woah, you really can change your voice,” gasped (Y/n), eyes wide in amusement. Biting back, ‘Can you do a hentai voice?’ No, they just met. That’s too of a wild version of her.

Gunther only shrugged, wearing a prideful smile. “That’s how my great-grandmother put food on the table when we started zero.” Turning to Petra, “What about you?”

“Embassy workers, they made me go to a public school so I can adapt to the language.”

“Eh, wish they did that to me,” said Eld, swinging his backpack’s strap over his shoulder. “Mine were in media, put me in the international school across the company and hired a tutor for Japanese. Double school.”

“Oh,” she nodded, then looked past them to see that Mike’s back was turned to her. “I went to an international school, too. Well, Indian-international.”

“You still know Japanese.”

“When you’re parents are gone for the entire day you learn it from your surroundings. I was an outside kid. I was playing chess with my sensei. And then they just adopted me in the community.” Outside home and always inside the archery dojo until Sensei took to himself to drop her home with Masaki was what she wanted to say. But instead, she only suggested, “we should sit together from now on.”

“And talk in English,” added Petra with a finger pointed at Eld, “you sound like a Tokyo boy. No offense,” moving to Mitabe, “you have a different dialect,” then pointed to herself, “I can’t talk normally for too long.”

“You’re already rusty?”

“Nah, nah, Gyaru-pet(ra) might take over when I’m too into it, jyan.”

Two weeks later, October -

Quiet.

That’s how Eld would describe the two who sat by his side, (Y/n) scribbling to his left and Petra’s manicured nails tapping on her screen. Which he learnt was Twitter discourse later on. The quiet president of their batch was violent on a Twitter space, the perfect recipe for an online controversy one day.

Both of them shared the same aura of calmness. Their faces were far opposites from sharing any similarities. It was Gunther who nailed the perfect description for it. ‘Serene’s for Petra’ and ‘(Y/n) is melancholy’.

‘Both shouldn’t be crying, it’d break your heart.’

For a while, Eld agreed. Surely the two of them would have a coming age of moment sometime in the four-year course of their college lives.

And every day when he walked into class and took his seat in between the two of them, they grew comfortable with each other. Every word that came out of their mouths crossed a letter off of Gunther’s description.

“Someone already caused you so much pain. Might as well get back at their times two— Twice the pain. Destroy him little by little, get me?” Petra furiously nodded her head in agreement, carried away by (Y/n)’s reasoning again.

“Who hurt you?” A question that was ignored when (Y/n) brought her thumb and pointer finger together to form a triangle against her face, highlighting the area between her nose and eyebrows.

“This area will hurt the most. Like one time, wait we’re talking about your confessions, ne?”

Eld’s troubled mind was roped in, deciding that there was no use trying to make sense of the first page he listened to, “One time a football player only wanted to ask me out just so he could say he dated a Gaijin. And it was rare to see two G’s in one. Gyaru and Gaijin. How low. If we were raised in the same prefecture, I just know I’d tell you to wait for him at the vending machines.”

Great one resorted to violence, and the other enabled it. Annoying how no one would buy his story when he showed them their pictures. What was it that the adults always said?

“Tell me who your friends are, and I’ll tell you who you are.”

“Eld’s talking to the wind again, ne.” Pointed (Y/n) out, pursing her lips together to, “woooo, I’m the wind god answering your call.”

“He’s like that in the dorms, too, heard his grocery list last night.”

“Uh-huh.” She kicked at nothing, trying to make the cats around their spot look her way. “Make sure you have a shaver for . . . sexy escapades.”

“Or a year’s supply of condoms for sexy escapades.”

Gunther deemed the topic interesting enough for him to put his switch down and spoke, “But, really,” with a finger pointed at Eld, “I think what kind of anime talks about the person better.”

Shrugging, he turned to Petra first. “What do you li—”

“Hentai, ehe,” was the peace sign she threw an effort to distract him from the confession. No, she’s not one to confess. She just talks into the air and hopes to traumatise whoever listened.

“EH? You watch it? I just read doujins and manga—like the explicit ones, too! All online, I can’t have it physically yet,” cut (Y/n) off. “I do watch, like, anime-anime, like shoujo. Shounen. Anything, really.”

“Really, now.” He raised an eyebrow. ”What’s your favourite?”

A deadpan expression on her face and in unison with Gunther’s voice, “Your mom.”

Their heads were thrown back, laughing at the sync of their minds while Petra patted

Eld’s back. “I think it’s too early on to be sharing a single brain cell, here we are though.” Noticing the hesitating figure of a familiar face looking at (Y/n) from afar they poked at her side.

Contorting her torso to face them, “He’s looking at you. One of the varsity players.”

Unmoving her eyebrows rose up in excitement, “Oh! That’s Mike! . . .Zacharias? Mike Zacharias?” She said not needing to see who it was as her fingers curled against the wooden table for her to abruptly sit up straight and grab her bag from its place. “Please excuse me.”

“MIKE!” She called for him, nearly running into other students.

“Hey,” he huffed up, holding so many questions in his mind when their gap closed. The smile that he hoped to see on such a solemn face was there, could be the people she finally met. “What’s up?”

Her hand guided his hand to grab the plastic container of food. “I made too much last night and I figured, why not? Just . . . this is my container, not yours. Wait,” bowing her head in search of the other container, giving him time to look at the table where she sat at.

They were . . . interesting. And he could only hope that they weren’t as invasive as his only group of friends.

“Now, this is yours— really yours.” She grinned giving him the lunch box of sandwiches and snacks in the other compartment. “You don’t have to give me the container back or anything.”

“Thank you!” Nodding his eyes kept her from leaving the conversation, even though she was turning to the side.

“Uh, you have practice, right? We can just text or . . .”

“Kinda miss having you by my side, just existing.” Before his mind could process the semi-confession, he moved them to the side and leaned onto the barbed wire of the fields. “There’s a party and if you by a miracle don’t injure yourself again—”

“Oh, great! I’ll definitely go this time. I’ll see you there, right?”

“Shoot me a text, I can wait for you outside.”

(Slightly) Jumping in her spot was something he never expected nor imagined, “Yes please, I’d be so lost.”

“MIKE YOU CAN TALK TO HER WHEN YOU INVITE HER—” a whistle, and something his teammates said that had them laughing.

Her body turned to the side, and she waved. “Practice well I guess, and I’ll see you Saturday,”

“Right, right. You too.”

“What’s so great about college parties? Besides the alcohol and stuff. Is it a big deal or—?” Was her first question when she returned to their table, debating on throwing her bag on Eld’s chest, who laid comfortably over his and Gunther’s combined jackets.

No, he’s suffered just enough today.

“It’s the alcohol and stuff, but frats. Cool kids of any university. Sororities, too.”

Joining them at their feet, “That’s all?”

“I’ve been to a few in the first month, it’s not that much,” Petra began, “You go be with Mike. That was him, right? Then while you’re seeing all these people with the music here and there, just observe. And then compare it to when it's Halloween in Japan.”

“Specifically Halloween?”

“Alright, too much. Just after-school club activities. Ah, mine was going to claw machines, I miss those.”

“I went to an international school.”

“Then compare it to something wild there.”

“Uhm, hmm? Can’t think of any wow,” throwing one last glance at Mike whose attention was on warm-ups added another mental image of him in her mind. “Well, guess I’m going huh.”

Pi Kappa Alpha Paradis Chapter

Navigating around the chapter and trying to look straight ahead in the sea of sweaty party-goers somehow brought in a weird feeling of home. Home being Japan in general. And this party was a replay of the many concerts she and Fumiko went to during summer fests to watch their vkei bands. It was funny how the vow she made of going to crowded places was broken in the first semester of her first year.

Still though.

She’s not and will never attend another party like this. Even if it was one that was hosted in Pardis, parties were a reminder of her friends. Friends were home. Unfortunately, she was painfully— almost medically homesick.

And she didn’t want to embarrass herself by crying somewhere in the corner because of it.

A cold liquid being flung near where she was hit the back of her shirt followed by a panicked “sorry,” from a sorority girl, eyes wide with guilt. The target was by (Y/n)’s right. Assuming what the situation was like, her eyes searched the kitchen in front of her.

There he was, hand wrapped around a cup that swished with whatever alcohol was in it. Or poured into. “Mike!” Arms crossed and turned to the other pledges he towered over.

Turning to reveal the panicked expression on her face, he nodded over his shoulder to them. “(Y/n)!” Said Mike in the tone she called his name out in, inspecting if anything had happened to her. “You okay? Anything? Shit, sorry for losing you in the crowd, I was starting to worry about you.”

“I’m alright,” she said with hands waving as if that would calm him down. Hovering her hand over the row of water bottles, her eyes held a look of question. Opened one after he picked one from the boxes under the table— just to be sure. “I just wanted to say bye before going home.”

“Already?” Then he remembered what she’d said when he invited her before. “Was it too much for you? It is for me, so I just escape outside.” He tried, briefly turning to one of the open doors.

“Ahh, no.” Leaning her back against the wall, she watched the crowd she pushed through enjoy themselves, cringing when she saw a few share drunken kisses. There was a brief debate about whether she should tell him how different it was back home. Again though, she assumed that she was tired of Mike hearing all about Japan and settled to saying, “Station closes at eleven, so that’s that. See you on Tuesday?”

Waving his hand, she stood up to pat her pockets to make sure she had everything with her.“ Wait,” he mumbled. Phone. Check. Wallet with one hundred. Check. Her train pass was missing.

Mike jumped in his place as he looked up and saw the grimaced expression on her face.“Okay, at least let me walk you there.”

“Thank you,” discarding the bottle on her way out, the night’s breeze finally cooled the layer of sweat that was on her neck despite the air conditioning inside. “I need another train pass. Lost it while I was in there.”

“You the type to have emotional attachments to little things or what?”

Angling her neck to meet his face, she realised how red his face was with the glow of the streetlamps on the side of his face. “What if the train pass was actually huge, but you’re just super tall.”

In his flat tone, “Ha Ha Ha, that’s so funny. You are such a creative genius, (Y/n).”

“Thank you, thank you. It’s difficult being me.”

. . .

Just as she accepted her fate of walking home, hope made itself known when an empty train rattled the tracks. “But that just went.” She reasoned with the ticket lady who’d been throwing an attitude before she could even begin the question.

“If you’re adventurous, try brisk walking to the next station it’s going to, dear,” the smile (Y/n) wore out of politeness had never faltered so quickly, brows furrowing at the woman. Was that a joke? Or a disguised weight loss advice, which, truthfully was suited to come from someone at that age.

The hands that rested on the counter turned to fists that kept her patience in check, still the lady on. “Trains stop at ten-thirty on weekends. Keep that in mind next time,” she bared her teeth, showing the red lipstick stains in a poor attempt at a smile.

Fists falling to the side, (Y/n)’s “Thank you,” said through gritted teeth was barely heard. ‘Bitch.’ was mouthed as she turned to walk back to Mike who insisted on waiting before she boarded a train.

“What’s up?” He asked following her down the steps, one hand out of his pocket to catch her by her wrist if she tripped on the narrow steps. How she did this twice every day was a mystery to him.

“Late.” Unsure. She looked around. Thinking of a solution to this.

“If you want,” Miche slowed down his steps when he caught up to her, “you can sleep on my bed.”

Deep down she already wanted to squeal a thank you, latch on his torso and squeeze him. The careful side of her, however, made her eyes the size of a dipping sauce bowl and turn to give him a look that would make Mike say those words again.

No. Not again. He didn’t want his words to be the death of him. He’s already made a fool of himself the first time she saw the chapter. His eyes matched hers in size as he slowly explained in a rising tone, “Not in that way, I’d drive you home but I’m already under the influence. Sleeping at the chapter could be your last resort? If you want to? Like, I’ll sleep on the floor you can take my bed! All of it.”

She stared at him longer. Relishing his panicked expression and how the tips of his ears turned red before sighing. “I’m hungry, I’ll think about my options after I have something.”

“Yeah,”

“Didn’t you eat anything before?”

“Nah, first-years help out in setting up the place. . .” he opened his hand, putting a finger down as he recalled what they were told to do. ”Letting people in. Checking if they’re actually invited. Nightclub duties kind of thing. Takes the whole night actually, not to mention-”

“Mike!” Behind them another empty train passed, reminding her of the dilemma she was in. “Let’s go eat.”

“I smell like shit, resto’s gonna kick us out.” And also that issue.

Reaching behind her to pull on the back of her shirt, she showed him the alcohol stain that landed on her. “Yeah, same. I was caught in a crossfire.” Put both her hands on his back with a ‘tack!’ to it and began pushing him in a direction she didn’t know, “But I’m hungry as fuck— let’s go.”

“I’ll pay you back.” He mumbled.

“Don’t need to,” then stopped to walk beside him, “let’s stop at a pharmacy when we find one, ‘kay? Need sleepover stuff.”

“Sure.” For once, Mike was glad that he wasn’t spending a night at the chapter tolerating a party. And was instead stuck with her. Discovering how higher her energy levels are at night. He giggled with an exaggeration to it, bumping his hips to her torso, “Your first college sleepover, what are we gonna do?”

When she looked at him with mischief that matched his Mike was sure that the high of living on his own began to wear off. He was becoming his old self again who liked being with only one person— how strange, really.

“We’re gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys, and then do each other’s makeup.”

“Cool, cool, cool. Always wanted to feel pretty.”

Ichido Ramen Shop

There was a swirl of too many emotions at once that simultaneously tried to hug the image of a bowl in Mike’s head. On the table was a bowl of noodles swimming in golden broth with vegetables— fresh and chopped that decorated around it. It was something that came to life from pictures of instant packaging.

This was ramen. Looking up in question, he was met with (Y/n) staring at him. She said, “The green square is seaweed called Nori. I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” in a tone that sounded more like she demanded it. “First time?”

The bowl of a new dish was ignored for the sight he couldn’t remove himself from. (Y/n) emptying most of the chilli powder’s contents into her bowl. Concern made his eyebrows furrow together, “Can you eat that?” His answer was her shaking more of the chilli into her bowl until its surface was covered, even the noodles weren’t visible. “(Y/n). Dude. That’s like, next-level spice. Are you okay?”

“No, it’s not.” Handed him a fork from the tissue box in between that doubled as a utensil holder ”Eat before it gets cold.”

He wanted to tell her so many things. Things brought by the red-black bowl of steaming greatness. Ask her the stories that came with the bowls of ramen she’s had in Japan. “Where do I start?” And, if he was the first person in Paradis who she had a bowl with.

Not that he’d expect to be the first one, but it’d surely make his heart flutter if that was the answer. “We can start with a picture. Hold the bowl and I’ll take a picture for you.” She said after swallowing more than what she could take. Reaching for her phone, a waitress that had been watching them began to walk towards their table. “This your first?”

“We can take a picture for you, miss. Both of you?” Said the girl whose beaming smile narrowed her eyes to slits.

“Ah!” Jumping in her seat, (Y/n)’s eyes widened, the phone being held in both her hands. “Nihonjin desu ka? (Are you Japanese?)”

And then a transformation from a reserved (Y/n) to being more lively. Her eyes wide with delight and a smile stretching across her face was an image that made Mike’s mind stop functioning. To have it burned in his brain was its want, not caring that the noodles he had swirled around began to slip off his fork and fall back into the broth, creating mini splashes that hit his hand.

“Hold your bowls up and try to sit together!” She said, stepping back.

. . .

“Wow,” he said, swinging the plastic bag of her impromptu shopping spree at the pharmacy. “You should speak Japanese more, you sound so . . . it sounds crisp, yea. That’s the word.”

“Thank you,” her face scrunching up at the sight of the chapter still coloured with lights and the faint sound of music was noticed by Mike, before it turned into a puzzled one. “I’m in Paradis! Why would I talk in Japanese? The fuck?!”

A shared look as the beginning of hearty laughs sat above their lungs, Mike throwing his head back and a hand on his chest when (Y/n) snickered. Their laughs turned to cackles when he nearly tripped on his own. “Oh wow, I love being ‘round you, makes me feel so light.”

“No,” she nodded, feeling the ache in her cheeks, “It’s me who should say that. I actually feel like my high school self. No, high school was hell. I just feel very me. Very (Y/n) around you.”

“You too?! I was realising it from, like, way back!” Slowly, Mike walked backwards. Hands behind his head, not wanting to break the eye contact between them. “Won’t your boyfriend be mad?”

“Huh?”

“Won’t your partner,” Ah. Yes, that’s what their teachers always taught them. He was proud of himself for noticing it before it was pointed out. “Won’t your partner be mad?”

“Never had one.”

“Like never ever never?”

“Yeah,” she chose her next words carefully, “funny thing was when I went in the pharmacy they pointed at the family planning section. They probably thought you and I were a thing.” Though that didn’t make him giggle.

“You never had a boyfriend? Ne.Ver?”

“Never. Ever.” The change in his face only pushed her to ask, “Is there an age quota for that?”

“No, I mean like, to each their own.” Teasing her he bent to her level, bangs covering his eyes. ”Wow, but why?”

Knowing what direction she’d push him in, Mike moved to the side. “Why like . . . never had a boyfriend.”

“Exactly!” Pulling her to her side, closer to him to serve as his armrest. “You’re pretty—”

To serve as his armrest or to hide the blush reaching down his neck when he confessed it.

“Me? Pretty? That’s new. Wow. Thank you, Mike.” That was another door to her personality that he unknowingly unlocked.

“Never got called that?”

“It was always cute, rabbit, kitty. Not Pretty.”

“Rabbit, I don’t get it. You look more like those tired cats in morning cartoons. Like you don’t care if the world is . . .” switching from using the crown of her head as an armrest, his hand came down to ruffle it. “But wow. You have the looks? Really?”

”It was only crushes, most of them were on seniors who left that year. Never did anything relationship-y. Was scared it’d pull me even lower.”

“You did tell me that part you’re—” the expression on her face when she looked up made him slow down to properly choose his words. In a careful tone he continued, “— the next to graduate on both sides of your family, so all of them are watching me and then you under so much academic pressure in high school.”

“Oh, the school played a role in it, too, don’t worry.” Stretching her arms, the chapter right in front of them and the smell of sweaty bodies mixed with combinations of alcohol made her nose scrunch more. “Can we walk around more?”

Only a heavy hand, gently landed on her head to turn her around. “Let’s go.”

. . .

“You take the extra pillow, I’ll roll one of my blankets to put in between us.” He suggested from where he stood. Back against the cabinets, fully convinced that he’d comically trip and land somewhere inappropriate. “You comfortable there?”

She was unmoving above his bed. Hands folded above her tummy, eyes fighting the urge to sleep. “Yes,” moved to make room for him, ”and thank you.”

(Y/n) was nothing more than a friend. A pretty one that was yet to realise that, unaware of the world. Even the red look on his face as he dragged his foot one after the other. Dropping the rolled blankets between them, her face turned to him with a look that made him still in place. “You aren’t gonna sleep yet or . . .?”

Awkwardly bent down to the bed’s level and hands on the mattress, his mind was quick to remind him that his face would plant over his if he dared trip. Or take another step. He prayed. One that would make the god it’d find question if it was really a genuine one. He prayed that he wouldn’t be so stupid and lang to her face, stealing her first kiss. “I am,” he answered with a slight tremble, “Gotta change though.”

Cool, cool. That’s right. He can do that.

Turning his back to grab his change of clothes. “Is it weird to say that I feel safe with you?”

Opened his cabinet’s doors even though she couldn’t see him— or how his face was completely consumed by red. “Mhm, honoured even.”

“What if you wake up and I’m crushing you?” She asked in the most serious tone he’s ever heard from her.

“Then I’ll roll another blanket to put between us.”

“Is it another Jurassic park blanket?”

“No,” slowly he sat at his side, back turned to her. “It’s space-themed.”

“Thanks for letting me stay the night.” She sighed into the pillow surrounding her head. “Night, Mike.”

“Ye-yeah,” between the first night of moving in and this, he was already sure that it was this night that’d give him dark bags.

Only the street light outside illuminated his room through the cracks of his window and a concerned Mike who wondered if she usually slept still or if she was— “Still awake?”

A muffled, “Yea,” over the sweatshirt’s sleeve that she put over her mouth.

“It’s the party,” he sighed, feeling a surge of guilt for putting her in a situation like this.

“I’m surprised you can sleep through these, or this many people under one roof.”

“You know, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be awake from my own snores.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He let himself rest his back, pushing the rolled blankets towards her. The relief brought out another yawn from him. “You know what’s hard to believe? That you don’t have a boyfriend at all. Never.”

“Again?” She giggled. “Never. Don’t plan on having one until I graduate.”

“Yea, yea. I’m sure once you go to the library you go out having one.”

“I wanna study there.”

“So you can find a boyfriend? See, knew it.”

“Aha ha, no. I don’t have anyone to study with there.”

“Should’ve told me sooner,” he said. “I study there almost every day, actually.”

“Pfft—”

“Really, it’s too loud here on some days. So, yeah. Library’s the way.”

“I see.”

“You can join me there . . .” he quickly followed with, “If you want to.”

“Yes, yes and you can be my boyfriend connoisseur.”

“Deal!”

College of Arts, Pardis University

For Eld who was used to the Tokyo commute— even considering himself a survivor of it after he moved abroad, the frat party that weekend took so much from him. He denied it for the entire day and only admitted to it when he slept through today’s last alarm.

“Hey!” Mike who became a familiar face dared greet him through his helmet, waving his arm up high.

Both of them grumbled a “Morning,” all that he and Gunther could do was nod. Continuing their way to class.

Like them, Petra was quiet too. Her head cast downwards at her desk and eyes wide open in an attempt to keep herself awake. “Hey,” said the two taking their seats in front of her.

“Did anyone eat breakfast?” And then her. “I wanna get breakfast, let’s go.?What time does class start?”

Petra’s head which was weighed down by regret for leaving (Y/n) behind in the kitchen, shot up. Nearly yelling, “Where did you go?”

“Oh yeah, you disappeared somewhere. I was at the staircase almost asleep.” Eld dared brag with Gunther holding up his phone, ready to show him pictures.

“He actually fell asleep on their staircase.”

Swatting a hand at them to shut up, Petra pushed again. “I was worried you were uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mike and I—” pausing once she saw their tired faces turn to scandalous looks“— ate ramen”

“And then I had the best sleep of my life.”

“DUDE!”

“You need to tell us—”

“How did it lead up to being the best sleep of your life, hmm?”

. . .

They could count the days of how long they’ve been friends, instead, they only sat at their spot outside the arts building. There was nothing special about a table identical to all the other ones around it, but throwing their bags in and sitting at a specific angle, it’s an amazing view of the lacrosse team.

Lean in a little bit closer and you’d hear the senior students yelling profanities at the new students. Even questioning their skills.

“So you slept next to him,” Petar confirmed again. “Next. Not with?”

“Yeah. Next to him.” Emphasized (Y/n). “Please, it’s not that big of a deal, really.”

“Frats are drama cesspools,” threw Gunther. “Dunno, that’s what my older sister told me. That’s why I never joined.”

Eld who was already busy with next week’s assignment set his technical pens down, stretching his hands. “Yeah, my dad was a frat bro. The way he pushed me into almost joining his old fraternity seemed off.”

“Oh,” Nodded (Y/n), asking herself if she was about to regret that decision. “Does it help if I say that I see him as . . . average-looking?”

“Jesus Christ,” breathed Petra. “Poor thing you really need your glasses. He’s got that— that look. It’s just there.”

“Which one? Dude only looks between angry and excited.”

“You know,” Eld said, picking up his pen again. “This feels so much like a shounen manga.”

“The time I woke up in a frat house and found the blond demigod attractive.”

A slap to the poor table, “HAH! You called him a demigod, he is attractive to you.”

“Dewa nai.”

“You say that now, but deep down in your heart there’s something there.” Petra teased, high-fiving Eld as they wheezed together, heads nearly meeting their folded legs.

“Knock knock it’s me the one who loves you,” laughing progressed to slapping each other’s shoulders in amusement. (Y/n) only sighed as she fought the voice that told her to look past their heads and see what Mike was doing.

They were late.

While they assumed that she’d like him after a few more parties spent together and laughing together over the shoujo-esque confessions she’d make . . .

(Y/n) already knew that she liked Mike.

And she accepted that she liked him.

Tagging: @barbossa2319 @ririthu @nathalunalune @1252291 @shrekisshrimpthesimp

#nick writes fics #leave my mind by nick #mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche zacharius x reader #aot fanfiction #aot x y/n

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handoverthekawaii · 1 year

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Your Strongest Soldier | Levi Ackerman x You | Chapter IX

TW: mention of character deaths, mention of assault

Levi is restless after Armin leaves, and he spends the remainder of the day in quiet contemplation. He’s probably thinking about what to say to the cadets, you think, so you leave him to his own devices as much as possible.

After dinner, you once again sit with Levi at the dining room table and begin his physical therapy regimen. Levi seems lost in his own thoughts — in fact, he’s been this way for hours at this point. Thinking that he might benefit from a temporary distraction, you attempt to engage him in conversation.

“Are you thinking about the lecture?” you ask. Levi confirms that he is, so you continue, “I bet that if you take a break from it for the night, you’ll be able to come back later with a fresh perspective.”

“Hm, maybe,” Levi responds. His tone of voice is skeptical, but he seems willing to at least entertain your idea of taking a break.

“Okay, well, let’s see… how about you tell me a funny story, Levi?”

Seriously? Levi thinks to himself. Despite his initial, sarcastic reaction, though, Levi has a pretty good idea of Y/N’s aim here. She must have guessed — or maybe it was glaringly obvious — that Levi had gone deep inside his own thoughts today.

Talking to the next generation of cadets is a heavy responsibility, and Levi needs to make sure that he leaves them with the right message. The only way he knows to prepare is by traveling those same well-worn paths in his psyche, rehashing conversations and moments and choices made long ago that he still has to live with. Maybe I really do need to think about something else for a while, he reflects.

Just as you’re beginning to think that he is flat-out ignoring your suggestion, Levi starts talking.

“Before Wall Maria fell, we used Shiganshina as a base of operations for our Exterior Scouting Missions,” he said. “This time, though, the barges were being serviced, and it looked like there would be problems readying all the equipment by the intended day of departure.”

“Because of the logistical issues, Commander Erwin decided we would operate from Holst District instead. That’s where Miche first smelled the cinnamon rolls.”

“I’m sorry, who did what now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Miche Zacharius,” Levi responds, giving his former comrade’s full name this time. “He was a Section Commander, and he had an unusual talent: his sense of smell.”

Levi continues, describing how Miche could smell Titans from miles away. Of course, that sense of smell extended to more than just Titans, Levi goes on, as you listen with rapt attention. Miche could sense gunpowder, vermin, livestock — and, apparently, food.

“Almost as soon as we left, Miche started asking everyone whether we had smelled the cinnamon rolls back in Holst,” says Levi. “He hadn’t had time to find the source of the smell before we got moving, and he would not shut the fuck up about it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Levi replies. “The entire expedition, it seemed like all we heard about were these cinnamon rolls. Riding on horseback? Miche would ride up next to you to tell you about the cinnamon rolls. Building a campfire? Miche was there, and he was talking about cinnamon rolls. Stopping —”

It is at that moment that you burst out laughing. The story alone is hysterically funny, but the humor is further amplified by Levi’s deadpan delivery.

Levi can’t help but crack a smile as Y/N devolves into a fit of giggles. The lilt of her laughter is music to his ears.

After a few minutes, you manage to compose yourself. “I’m sorry,” you say, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “Please continue.”

Miche’s excitement increased over the course of the expedition. Not only had Levi been fully, repeatedly apprised of the cinnamon roll situation, but so had Erwin AND Hange AND a whole list of others whose names Levi rattles off: Moblit, Nanaba, Eld, Oluo, and more.

By the time the mission ended and they were drawing near to Holst District, Miche’s enthusiasm had reached a fever pitch. Miche started sniffing the air as they approached the gate, and as soon as the soldiers were dismissed, he bolted out of the barracks into the crowded streets.

“Then what happened?” you ask.

“He came back half an hour later looking utterly dejected,” Levi says. “He had tracked the smell to a bakery… and they had closed for the night.”

“Oh no!!” you cry in alarm.

“Well, it all worked out in the end,” Levi reassures you. “Miche’s squad visited the baker early the next morning and surprised him with a whole tray of cinnamon rolls. I think they even got Erwin to pay for it.”

The memory makes Levi smile, and then he smiles at you. You’re sitting at the dining table with your hands clasped tightly together and the physical therapy all but forgotten.

It’s the best feeling in the world… if only it could last.

That night, as you’ve done every night, you ask Levi whether he needs any help getting ready for bed. Levi says no, but a thought occurs to you as you stand in the doorway to his room.

“Levi,” you ask. “What happened to Miche and the rest of the people from your story?”

He turns to look at you, and the look in his eye makes you immediately regret asking. You already know the answer before he opens his mouth.

“They died, Y/N,” he says quietly. “They all died.”

[continued in AO3]

#fanfic #snk levi #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman #captain levi #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi attack on titan #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot veterans #this one’s for the veterans

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Day 1: Cute

I am so excited to be participating in the Miche Zacharias Week 2021 hosted by @michezachariasweek. I have an assortment of things queued up for the week including: oneshots, NSFW!, headcanons, and drabbles! It all started with a Pinterest recipe. Miche shouldn’t have been too surprised with the holiday season upon them. How hard could it be to make a pumpkin spice cheesecake? His wife was a capable chef when it came to cooking, so he was confident they would sail through the recipe with no issues.

An obnoxious sound came from the bar top, a sound he instantly recognized as the bluetooth speaker pairing with her phone. Slender fingers quickly tapped on a soft playlist she made on Spotify. Her hips swayed as she made her way into the kitchen. Opening the recipe on her phone she propped it against the marble backsplash on the wall to view as she baked..

She went to work ordering him around as she dumped ingredients in the bowl, occasionally swaying her hips to the music, while she stood in front of the mixing bowl. Miche occasionally rested his hands on her hips as he watched her sway to the music. As soon as he pulled her flush against his body, she lightly chastised him to get back to work.

“I can’t help it baby, you always look so good.” Miche hummed burying his nose in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent, as he gently swayed with her to the music.

“You’re distracting me…” Her voice was teasing, as she let him take control.

Soon she found herself in his arms, dancing in their kitchen to a soft song that came on her playlist. A small smile tugged at her lips as Miche started to sing to her.

“And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life, and sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”

Miche had a pleasant voice, and she could never get enough of it. She started to understand those old tails of sailors being lured into the sea by sirens. His voice was hypnotic, drawing her in as he spun her back into his chest, the cheesecake batter long forgotten as they danced around the kitchen. She could spend an entire afternoon moving across the tiled floor in her bare feet, spinning around the room, safe in his arms, listening to his melodic voice.

The oven beeped, pulling them from their moment, signaling that the oven was preheated. Miche stole a quick kiss, wrapping his arm snugly against her waist before she slipped away to attend to her baking. He followed close behind her as her feet padded against the floor. Using his large frame to his advantage he dipped a finger in the batter quickly sticking it in his mouth to taste it. A small protest escaped her lips, as he took off, and she chased him around the kitchen. He slid easily over the marble top island, laughing at the obvious height advantage he had over her.

He watched the wheels turn behind those fiery eyes, and he could see the determination set in them as she fainted to the side before chasing after him. After running laps around the bar she was out of breath and panting.

“Well, guess I’ll lick the spatula myself then….”

Miche’s face dropped as he watched her saunter back to the counter where the batter was, as she went to work pouring it into the spring pan.

“Baby, we had a deal.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

She couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her face at the feeling of his stubble scratching against her skin. When she finished pouring the batter she handed him the bowl and spatula.

“We did have a deal, and you were a very good helper.” She said standing on her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose, before turning to put the cheesecake in the oven.

Miche hummed as he licked the spatula, as he sat himself on the island counter. His long legs dangled as his wife went to work tidying the kitchen while the cheesecake cooked.

“Do we have to share it with Erwin?” Miche asked, looking up at her.

Closing the dishwasher she looked up at him with a smile, and nodded as she stood between his thighs, resting her palms on his thighs.

“Yes baby, we have to bring something to your work Christmas party.”

The reminder of the party solicited a groan from him, as his head slightly pulled back in annoyance. “Do we have to go?”

“Baby, you and Erwin are partners at your firm. You’re expected to be there.” She said, raising an eyebrow at his behavior.

Miche let out and exaggerated huff. “Fine, but I’m going to be miserable the entire time.”

“Or you can drink your bourbon, and hang out with your best friend.” His wife countered, and he hummed.

“When you put it that way, it doesn’t seem too bad….”

He watched the look of accomplishment cross her face as she took the cheesecake out of the oven. Coming back she patted him on the thigh.

“I'm going to go get ready. Don’t touch the cheesecake.” she warned, before disappearing up the stairs.

Miche stared longingly at the cooling cheesecake, his mouth watering, and he found his feet taking him closer to the dessert, unable to resist the sweet scent. He glanced up at the staircase. She wouldn’t be down for at least half an hour. He could take just a little off the corner, and no one would ever notice he reasoned with himself. Especially if he smoothed the edges.

His mouth was watering at the thought of tasting it. Opening their silverware drawer he grabbed a butter knife and looked over the cheesecake, calculating the best course of action. He decided to trim just a little off an uneven edge.

Taking the knife in hand he went to work carving a small well into the side of the cheesecake, after deciding what was on his plate was hardly enough to taste. When he took a step back he was left with a clearly misshapen cheesecake.

“Maybe she won’t notice….” he said in a hopeful tone to himself.

“I definitely noticed.”

Her voice caused him to jump, and he turned to see her, with her arms crossed across her chest with an unamused smile gracing her perfect features.

“Well it tastes great.” He said trying to lighten the mood, and he watched the corners of her mouth try to fight off a smile, and he relaxed knowing he could get her forgiveness so easily.

She let out an exasperated sigh, as she pointed to the staircase. “Go get ready, I’ll package this up to take to the party.”

Miche nodded, kissing her cheek before disappearing up the stairs to go get ready for the party.

The party had most of the office in attendance as they both mingled about, and Erwin approached Y/N when she was free of Miche.

“I’m sorry Y/N….” Erwin said looking at the oddly shaped cheesecake that sat on the table.

“Just remember, I blame you for introducing us.” She said with an amused smile as she patted his shoulder slipping off to get more champagne, kissing Miche’s cheek on the way.

#Miche Zacharias Week 2021 #MZW2021 #miche zacharias #Mike Zacharias #miche #aot #attack on titan #miche zacharius x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche zacharius x y/n #miche zacharias oneshot #aot oneshots

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bren-heron · 2 years

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Erwin, Miche and Reiner as cheerleaders headcanons

wc: 392 w.

fandom: Attack On Titan

characters: Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius and Reiner Braun.

warnings: can get a lil' spicy IF YOU WANT ;)

note: I'd like to clarify that it's not my intention to sexualize this sport or the people who practice it, it´s just something i've been thinking about lately.

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Ok now hear me ouuut. Erwin, Miche and Reiner as cheerleaders, I know usually people headcanon these 3 men as either the college!fuckboy-popular-lacrosse slash football-player or the hot teacher/dilf lol, and that a lot of people link up "cheerleader" as little high school 'all american dolls' girls that are skinny, pretty and bimbos, but people never realize the arduous training that cheers do.

For starters, let´s talk about COMPETITIVE CHEERLEADING, It´s so hardcore and difficult and it´s a sport that requires a lot of people with different body shapes, weights, skills and strength, and people usually gloss over the fact that you literally need super strong 6' very muscly men to do a lot of the stunts.

Reiner and Erwin are both 1.88 (6'2) so they could be in each side of the flyer just bending their knees so they can grab their feet (grey shirt guys). My boy Mike is around 1.96 jesus (6'4) so he can be in the back of the flyer being the main base (red shirt guy) while he´s just helping them to do all the work, basically.

And I can reaaaallyyy see them working very good with this dynamic, it suits each of their personalities if you think about it. Erwin is the one that directs the movements, designs the choreographies, he coaches and guides everybody, Reiner is there bc you need beefy boys and honestly he just applied to the cheerleading club of his college bc he wanted to meet pretty petite girls, but eventually fell in love with the sport, and then there's papa Mike, who's your main support with all his strength and height, who catches you first if you slip, you trust him a 100% and it just works perfectly.

If you are not convinced yet just imagine these 3 catching you when you need to go down after a stunt in the air, you know that requires for them to put their bodies together at the same time so you get stuck between them and your body doesn´t touch the floor, right? Just imagine all the physical contact, the shirtless sessions, the 'all time eye contact' over your body so nothing goes wrong, the way they need to know your body perfectly so everything goes well, the way they overprotect you bc your life is practically in their hands and you trust them with it.

God, I think I need sum water.

#cheerleading #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #mike zacharias #reiner braun #erwin hcs #reiner x reader #erwin x y/n #reiner braun x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche headcanons #miche zacharius smut #erwin smut

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pockcock · 2 years

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MiChE!!!

before saying anything I just would like to drop oil & water by @titan-fodder because it's pERFECT. Yeah go read please <3

Another huge guy. But he is kinky as fUCK.

AOT universe is a home for many men with extremely huge dicks such as Erwin, Bertholdt, Porco (beer can pock cock) or Jean but Miche is on another level.

Let's start with a cute little dick analysis: 19-23 cm. Shower, definitely not a grower. Can you imagine him walking in those grey sweatpants? A little happy trail going down to point the curly dark blond bush in his pants, he does trim though... just whenever he feels like it. Tilting right, it's the best for cuddle sex since he'll be hitting the spot each 👏 and 👏 every 👏damn👏time. Veiny. Dark and flushed red. He isn't circumcised. Not leaky but damn.. he cums in fucking buckets. Very white, very thick and not very tasty cum. He is 💎 perfect.

Okay, now the real stuff.

tw// anal. cum eating. spitting. snowballing(?).

He's an ass man.

Miche lives for your ass and he'll worship it every day. Expect some ass kisses, hard spanks and kneading. He'll bite whenever he's going down on you from behind. Oh and he'll spit on your asshole ass well.

Pros of anal with Miche are that you'll cum in seconds because his magic dick will be ascending you to heaven. Cons are it'll hurt a lot since he isn't really a patient man and he'll push his tip in after stretching you for 2 minutes. And he won't go slow either. He'll ruin your ass. You won't be able to sit for a while after a full anal session with him.

But don't worry. He'll lick it clean after he cums, he loves the taste of his cum mixed with the lube and your cum <3 (plus he'll call your pussy "my very own lube factory" as you drip onto him during missionary so...) he is just in love with your ass in general yeah.

Have fun swallowing his spit afterward because he's going to land it right on your tongue baby.

#miche #miche zacharias #miche zacharius #miche zacharius smut #miche smut #miche aot #aot smut #aot #aot miche #miche x you #miche x y/n #miche x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche zacharius x reader

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deansmalewife · 3 years

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AOT X Male! Reader

(I say male reader because I’m writing this with a male character in mind, but it’s pretty Gender Neutral so far.)

(Also, I don’t know what this is. I suppose it could be the start of a fic if I ever get around to do it.)

You couldn’t breathe.

That was the first thing you realized when you opened your eyes. Maybe you were slightly exaggerating, but you couldn’t get a full breath in without your lungs burning. The sun was too blinding for you to take a good look at your surroundings, but you knew you were surrounded by buildings.

Looking down, you noticed the body sprawled across you like a blanket. You panicked and shoved it off, pushing yourself up and backwards, hitting the wall behind you. Your leg hurt, and you knew there was a possibility that it was broken. Your OMD gear was gone, most likely disregarded in the fall. You remember, then, why you were out there in the first place.

Wall Maria had fallen, leaving the citizens to run from the Titans and defend themselves. You, along with the rest of the survey corps, were sent out in hopes of saving some of the citizens. Half of your squad had been wiped out and you didn’t know where the rest had gone off to. The guy who was laying on top of you, you remembered absently, wasn’t part of your team. You don’t know where he came from, but you didn’t think it mattered at the moment.

Ignoring the pain in your leg, you scooted over towards him, putting your fingers on his neck. He had a pulse, which was both good and bad. Good because you had someone with you, and bad because his life was in your hands. He didn’t look injured, which you were thankful for. You didn’t think you’d be able to treat his wounds along with yours.

As quickly as you could, you gathered two wooden boards that were left behind from the damage. You wrapped them around your leg using the cloth from your undershirt, securing it tightly with a knot. Sweat slid down your face, the cause from a mixture of heat and the pain. You looked over at the man from before, his dirty, blonde hair resting flat against his head. You didn’t know how long the two of you had been out here, but clearly it was too long.

“Hey.” You grabbed the man and rolled him over, shaking his shoulder. The blonde gave a grunt in response, but otherwise didn’t move. You let out a sigh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking them a bit harder this time. “Hey! We’ve gotta get moving.”

The man’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a greenish-blue color that somehow reminded you of home. They sparkled in the light before an arm came up and covered them, a groan escaping the mans lips. Slowly, but surely, you picked yourself up, mindful of of your injured leg. You leaned against the broken wall behind you, stretching your arm in front of the man.

“Come on, we haven’t got much time.” Truly, you didn’t know whether the Titian’s were coming or not, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The man lifted his arm and stared at you, his eyes widening a fraction as if he’d just now noticed you, before his features settled back. He sat up and grabbed your arm, hauling himself up and stumbling on wobbly legs. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but you had more important things to do.

You began to hobble on one leg to the other building, leaving the other man behind. It wouldn’t be your fault if he was dumb enough to stay where he was. After all, they were in the survey corps. The man in question jogged up to you, slipping himself between you and the wall. He grabbed your arm and placed it over his shoulders before wrapping his arm around your waist and taking some of your weight.

You grunted in response, a frown forming on your face as you tugged at your arm, fully intending on walking by yourself. The man, however, had other plans and held you firmly in place while walking in between buildings.

“I’m Miche Zacharius.” Miche stretched his arm out, grabbing your arm in the process and shaking in firmly. You stared at his hand, a small smile forming on your face as you shook back.

“Y/N L/N” You responded, finally dropping his hand. You noticed belatedly that he was quite tall and was supporting most of your weight. The journey would have been excruciating if he hadn’t been able to help.

“Shit.” You briefly heard his whisper under his breath before he was dragging you into one of the buildings that were still standing. He jostled you around in his haste making you hit your leg. You slapped a hand over your mouth, accidentally biting down on your tongue as you sat you down in the corner.

“The fuck are you doing?!” You whispered harshly, whipping the blood off of the corner of your mouth. The house you were in wasn’t bad compared to the others. It was actually quite surprising how much of it was left.

“Titans!” Miche whispered back, going to sit next to you.

You sighed, placing your head in your hands. The entire situation was stupid, of course, and it made you angry. “You should go. Get out of here and leave while you can.” Your voice was steady, but secretly you were scared of being left alone. You weren’t scared of dying, no, but a lot of people in the survey corps weren’t. It was how people died which was so concerning. No one wanted to be left helplessly in one spot while waiting to be eaten by a damn Titan.

“What?!” His head snapped towards yours, anger flashing in those beautiful eyes. You couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh, all the emotions from earlier finally crashing down on you.

“You heard me. Getting both of us back safely is a suicide mission. You should know this, Commander.” You rolled your eyes, leaning your head back against the brick wall.

“So, you know who I am? Regardless, It’s still suicide if I go alone!” He shouted back before realizing and snapping his head to the window, making sure the Titans didn’t hear them. Thankfully, they did not.

“Yes, but it’s less of a Suicide if you go alone.” You decided to ignore his first question as it wasn’t that relevant. You we’re thinking logically, as anyone should in your position. Did you want to die? No, of course not, but a Commanders life was worth more than some squad member. He knew this much if the way his face softened was a sign.

“I’ll come back and get you then.” He tried to reason. It was a nice thought, really, and you were glad to know there were commanders like him. As foolish as he was acting in the current moment.

“I’ll be dead by then.” You looked at him, really looked at him, then smiled warmly. “Thank you for helping me this far and for thinking of me. You should go.” You shoved his shoulder and looked away, afraid that if you stared any longer your emotions would get the best of you. God you didn’t want to be left alone.

You seen him move out of the corner of your eye, heading for the back door before pausing and looking back at you. “I will come back for you.” Then he was gone, sneaking down the side of the house and running in between houses towards the gate.

You noticed belatedly just how silent it was without someone else around. That probably meant they had failed to defend Wall Maria and retreated to the inner wall. It was almost comical how you felt like the last person on earth. Alone.

Your hands began to shake, hot tears trailing down your face and gathering at the bottom of your chin. The panic finally began to sink in, leaving your anxiety and emotions a total train reck. You pulled one knee up, resting your chin on the top and closing your eyes. Maybe if you didn’t look, you could pretend you were somewhere else.

You weren’t going to die.

You’d be damned if you let yourself die here in this stupid rundown house surrounded by fucking ugly mugs called Titans. No, you weren’t going to die.

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jojothembo · 3 years

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The body electric (Priest! Erwin x AFAB reader x Archbishop!Mike)

I made a playlist for this one oops

TW: blasphemy, rough sex, double penetration, AFAB reader gender neutral pronouns

“Such a greedy little dove like you? A desperate little whore begging for mercy? I’d like to see you try a little harder for me dearest.” you hated the games he played with you but you couldn’t help but fall into the silken sin of his web, the web that he knows you’re wrapped up in, waiting in anticipation, waiting for the next licentious vehement to pour from his lips, just to hang on to each and every one of them. You were his, indefinitely.

“Father please, what if we get caught this time.”

“You know I keep an eye out.”

“I hate that you're reckless.” You clutched the rosary a little tighter trying to deny the heating of your skin,

“You hate that I’m careful my dove.”

he was right you hated that he knew how to cover his tracks, but damn if you didn’t love being his best-kept secret.

“ I know you think about me at night, all the dirty little thoughts, you probably touch yourself to the thought of me don’t you angel.”

You could hear the gentle rustling of his pants and belt through the veil thin walls for the confessional, your mind began buzzing in a pool of arousal and shame, equal parts intoxicating and damned, you hear the low hum of his voice, watching his neck grow slack behind him through the woven partition separating the flesh from the fervent, palpable desire.

“Would you indulge me, my dear, I want to hear you.”

the rustling of cloth was all the evidence you needed to know what he was doing on the other side of the thin veil that stood between the flesh. You watched out of the extent of your peripheral as he began to stroke his cock, your hands finding their way under your clothes, letting out a belated sigh, finally addressing the heat rising in your core, trying to follow his strokes as your voice finds an octave fit for hells choirs, bittersweet and rich with longing.

“Fuck angel I can’t take this anymore.”

your ministrations came to a grinding halt as you heard a zipper pull as he exits the confines of the booth, just to swing the door open where you sat. His eyes shot with hunger as he peered into the decadence in front of him, you, his angel on full display, touching themselves to the sound of his deep, honeyed voice. He closes the small gap between you, gripping your wrist

“Can you feel what you’ve done to me? Answer me.”

He guided your palm to the front of his pants playing your fingers like a puppet against the obvious bulge, you could feel the tension flush across your skin, you couldn’t look him in the eyes with sin coursing under your clothes, running through your veins, listening to the words that fell off his lips with a dangerous coating of venom and lust. He moaned as you decided to take initiative attending to his stiffened cock

“Is this alright father?.” you shot him a shy glance laced in deep desire, Erwin groans into the palm of your hand as you felt his fingers trace the structure of your face, trying to paint the shape of your body underneath, wanting to disrobe you of your saint-like disguise

“You’ve done this to me and I expect you to fix it. Now tell father how badly you need his cock.” the dominant shift in his voice made you weak in the knees as he spoke his commands and as his humble muse you of course oblige

“I - I can’t get you out of my head father please.”

“Please what, my sweet dove?”

he wasn’t willing to give in until you spoke the commandments of your flesh, the divine rule of your craving you heed to his teasing

“Father please, fuck me, ruin me, please just touch me I need you.”

“How about I devour you first my angel?”

He kneels down before you and presses his large palms against your knees, ushering them open, training his fingertips up to your thighs, pulling them towards his face in a brisk movement leaving your already unbuttoned plants to attend to. “Mind if I?”

you nodded your head yes, a million times yes as he slipped the fabric off your legs and off your ankles, removing your shoes leaving you in nothing but your shirt and rosary. He lifts your ankle to his shoulder, never breaking the unabashed gaze of carnal ache before delving into your sex with dangerous fervor.

“How I’ve missed your taste.”

his tongue makes a long stripe as he closes his eyes, savoring what was heaven-sent. Your head falls back against the box as your breathing is reduced to nothing but fast hitches and pants, his mouth performing oral acrobatics on your sex made you press crescent nail marks onto the wood beneath you.

You ran your fingers through the well-kept blond strands, watching him eat and suck like a starved man, his eyes catching your body and spirit in heat.

“Ah f-father please im-” he could sense the scorching hot release approaching on his tongue

“cum for me angel you can do it,”

he begged into your sex as you felt the white-hot surge crash over your body in waves. Your eyes meet his, gazing at his slick coated lips causing your hunger to come back even stronger

“More, father, please give me more!”

you heaved out of your slightly disheveled frame and That was all he needed to execute his plans to come

“Come here, my dear.”

he places himself back on his feet, scooping your body bridal style with his eye on the altar table down the long aisle behind him before placing his gaze back on your body.

“I want to see you against the light, where you belong darling.”

he walks you down with his prize, brushing the plastered strands of hair from your face before letting your back hit the polished marble, brushed clean of its regalia with one arm, as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to the seething heat of your core, begging to be tended to, he snickers at the pathetic display, the virginal white of your top revealing patches of heated, flushed skin as hands place purchase on your hips, his cock hard against your sex

“Father I’ll let you do anything you want, just please touch me!”

“ you dare to let me take you up on that offer, my angel.”

you feel yourself being filled with his thick cock as the veins drag against your walls, his pace is deep and slow, getting you adjusted to his size before plunging into the depth of your heat making your legs grip his waist tighter than ever, the way the candles gleamed of your skin as you were held down by the image of a once godly man, fucking you into the marble slab, the night stars peek through the stained glass illuminating the beads of sweat dripping off your body, Erwin grips the sides of your neck causing your sporadic breathing and moans to be reduced to nothing but whimpers and strains, he leans in, pressing a hungry kiss on your lips

“ I’d fuck you from behind but I wouldn’t be able to see those gorgeous eyes~”

your pupils practically shot your eyes to black at his words, as you felt him ram himself up to your hilt. His strokes slowly work their way to a brutal thrust, with a deep and punishing pace filling you completely as he slams into you, feeling yourself being stretched with animalistic intention and unadulterated frenzy and hunger as his eyes devoured your euphoria

“ I want to see your face when I’m finished corrupting you, my angel” the sound of hot-blooded pounding that bounced of the walls of the cathedral the heat melted from your core and left you slick with liquor between your legs, as Father Erwin listened to you whine and moan underneath his broad frame. Buttons a mess, his blond locks plastered to his forehead, this moment had to have been the paradise they spoke of in the pews

“Father, please! Someone could hear us.” and hear you, someone did

“Let them, you wanted to be a little whore right? Anything I wanted right? Ah-mmh you wanna get back on your word angel?”

“No! I’m just-I ahh fuck! Father!”

you saw a body out of the corner of your eye, your pupils blown in a state of shock as a tall figure walked the aisle.

“Am I interrupting something, Father Smith?”

And there he was, the archbishop, standing before debauchery in the house of prayer. You were terrified of the nonchalance in his tone was sickeningly sweet and all you could do was lay there defenseless until you felt Father Smith yanked you up by your wrist, you instinctively clutched to his broad chest still encased in loosened buttons. You feel Erwin’s fingers trace your neck, turning your eyes to him as he spoke to Mike

“No, but you might be able to help us.”

your cheeks heat up thinking of two men of the cloth having their way with your body, you can't fight the excitement in your body much longer as the archbishop approaches you on display like his final supper, his footsteps echo as he circles in for the kill around the alter to slip off the tousled fabric of your unbuttoned shirt

“No one can ever find out about this, do you understand my dearest.”

You nod your head yes as his nimble fingers dance along your collarbone, looking down on your body, letting his eyes prey upon your chest and hips, his heavy build looming over your helpless, suddenly two sets of hands explore up and down your body Erwin working up your thighs, Mike toying with the hardened buds on your chest you were in utter bliss, this moment must have been the heaven that so many spoke of. Mike traced his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back to look at him.

“I always had a feeling about you ya know, I knew you were no angel the moment I saw you.”

Your legs started to shake as you felt Erwin's hands travel back in between them

“You wanna try them out?”

“Your too kind Father, but ill let you finish besides, ill get to use that pretty little mouth of yours won’t I?” he spoke while keeping your gaze locked with his, you tilt your head back as his hands work to quickly free his cock, you were intimidated by the position but you couldn’t well down the excitement it brought as both men situated themselves in alignment with your body.

Erwin wastes no time plunging back into you, you moan into the stretching in your loins but it’s cut off by Mike’s cock darting into your open mouth as your head lay off the alter, Mike gripped your throat as he began to slowly push himself into your mouth, your moans vibrating around the base of his cock, your tongue trying its best to trace figure-eights around the tip when he fucked your face, all the while Erwin’s fervid hunger being translated through his vicious thrusts, you could feel and hear the desperation from both of their sighs, and grunts. Both men ravaging you like animals in heat under the moonbeams that peaked through the stained glass. You rocked back and forth between them before they both spilled inside you, the hedonistic demands of your body being fulfilled left you a mess underneath the two as they pulled away to admire their corrupt little angel, holes leaking with godly flux, and nectar. You look around with glassy eyes as both men peer into you as if they were still starved, had they not had enough?

“Oh, angel” Erwin spoke, “ you didn’t think we were done did you?”

You tried to hold yourself back up as you heard Mike’s footsteps circle back around the altar,

Kneeling down where Erwin stood

“Put me out of my misery and open those pretty legs for me.”

Mike delves into your already shaking legs as his tongue goes to work, he works in slow circles, giving a light chuckle into your sex hearing your desperate, overstimulated gripes, and cries while his thick fingers went to pry open the spill of cum from your hole, Father Erwin behind him fisting his cock to the sight,

“Excited already? let me help.” his hand goes straight to Erwin’s cock beginning to pump the base, Erwin moans into his hand as he watches the man work the both of you with a burning appetite.

“Move closer Father~” Erin obliges as Mike’s mouth left your sex and found its way to Erwins cock. He still made haste working you with his fingers as he tended to the both of you working both your exhausted bodies to the brink of release before coming to a grinding halt looking up at both of you

“The both of you will cum again when I’m good and ready, now get back on the table, them in the middle.” Erwin fixed himself behind you, hard cock pressed against your ass as you watched Mike climb to join you fixing your legs open so Erwin pressed against your ass while Mike prodded against your sex, begging to be let in, you felt them both push you open as you clutched one arm around each of them, pulling all three bodies to completion as the slow rock back and forth inside you, all inhibitions feeding into the eroticism of blasphemy, clenching and squeezing around two thick cocks as they both plunge to your hilt

this wasn’t just for carnal kicks, at that moment this was god

“Louder angel~ let everyone know what a slut you are!”

Mike slurred into your skin watching you bounce on Father Erwins cock, guiding your hips down into his violent pace, you’re watched with glazed-over eyes as you were handled by two honest men; if only the judge and jury were present to witness the threesome of an ever so guilty party, you felt Erwin’s lips trace up your neck as he purred into your sweat-slicked skin.

“Such an obedient little angel we have~” flashing his deep blue eyes pierced through Mike earning a very harsh thrust from Mike looking deeply into his eyes Mike gripped your chin

“Tell me angel, tell me how good father Smith and I make you feel.”

“Ah! please! I-fuck it feels so good~” your nails scraped down their backs giving them both hot jolts of electricity

“Mmh~ that’s my good little slut, such a pretty young thing you are.” Mike’s praises lacquered in desire

“So good for us my angel.” Erwin’s words equally dripping with paradise

“Please, please I’m so close! Please let me cum!”

“You’ve both done so well- mmh- cum for me cum for me now!”

And there it was that same white-hot surge amplified by gluttonous praise as the hunger is finally satiated, your felt your weather limps start to wobble as the grasp on your body is tightened, keeping you close, you’re showered with sweet nothings and kisses as your bodies untangle, looking at each other in the sky of the slow aging night which you never wanted to end

“Let us take you to bed, I couldn’t possibly sleep without those hips pressed against mine” Mike spoke brushing the sweat plastered hair from your forehead.

“And y/n, don't you dare think about leaving in the morning.” you felt him press a kiss into your temple as Erwin carries your drained body to Mike’s chambers for the evening.

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so this was my first aot fic i hope yall like sexy priest as much as i do. i also might have done this out of spite of the bitches in the god fandom that got me banned on tik tok but whatever i hope you like it this one took me a minute.

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m-jelly · 8 months

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@2moth-anon2 Requested.

Double dessert

Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

Poly relationship, smut, oral, body worship, established relationship, unprotected, love, fluff.

Your blonde lovers decide to dote on you all morning long.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your arousal poured down your thighs. Your body shook as you panted and moaned out to the room. You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as another orgasm ripped through your body. You were beginning to lose count now.

Erwin was eating your leaking pussy from behind while you were on your hands and knees. Below you was Mike with your clit in his mouth. Both men were eating you as if they were starved beasts. You were at their mercy and all you could do was grip onto the bed for dear life as your lovers worshipped you.

"I n-need s-someone inside of m-me." You pleaded with your lovers. "Please."

Erwin stood up and panted. "I'd be happy to complete your request."

Mike sighed. "I'm staying here. I love licking her clit and I get to see her be fucked and catch any of her delicious cum leaking out."

You whimpered. "Mike."

Mike chuckled. "You love it, baby."

"We'll do anything for you." Erwin ran the tip of his cock up and down your lips. "How does that look?"

Mike moaned. "Incredible. She's dripping wet."

"What a good girl."

You mewled. "I am a good girl."

Erwin pressed his cock into you just enough for you to adjust before he slammed hard and deep into you. Big hands gripped your breasts and massaged them. A large tongue flicked and moved against your clit. A long thick cock pounded in and out of you at a body-melting speed.

The delicate loving lips of Erwin dragged up your back. Teeth then scraped on your skin in a teasing manner. Your knuckles went white as you clenched the bed tightly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you were worshipped by two men who loved you so much.

You flopped forward against Mike's crotch as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. The hard erection of Mike pressed against your face and lips. You wanted to suck and lick him, but your pleasure was too intense that you couldn't focus.

Erwin's cock was so long that the tip rammed into your cervix and gave it a passionate kiss. These two men's impressive cocks were long and reached deep parts of you that had you becoming drunk on cock and pleasure. You were spoiled.

You clenched your toes tightly as you felt your coil tighten. You screamed in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. "M-mm! Fuck!"

Erwin grunted as your pussy walls massaged him. "Sh-shit." He dragged his cock out and panted. "Darling, your pussy is so addictive."

Mike moaned as he looked at your dripping pussy. "Fuck me, look at that. I need to eat."

You squeaked when Mike yanked you down on him. He sucked on your pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside you. You flapped your arm around and reached for Erwin. He smiled and took your hand lovingly and gave you a little squeeze.

You whined at Erwin. "Erwin."

Erwin softly kissed you. "Talk to me."

"M-more."

Erwin lifted you off Mike making Mike growl. "Don't pout. She wants your cock."

Mike sat up and licked your cum from his lips. "Mm, I'm happy to deliver. You want Erwin's cock too?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Can I suck you?"

Erwin's cheeks went pink at your cute request. He chuckled and nodded. "Of course." He sat you on the bed before moving away. "Wait there, darling."

Mike hugged you from behind and pressed his hard cock against your bum and lower back. "I'm thinking prone."

Erwin sat against the headboard. "You read my mind."

You licked your lips. "You both know exactly what I like." You crawled closer to Erwin and lay on your stomach. You grabbed Erwin's glistening cock and mewled. "Pretty."

Erwin pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it. "Thank you."

Mike's large hands gripped your buttcheeks and pulled them apart so he could gaze at your pussy. He growled before pressing his cock deep into you. He watched as every inch of him was dragged deep inside your hungry pussy. He lifted your hips just a bit before ramming himself in and out of you.

You gripped Erwin's thigh tightly as you wrapped your mouth around his enormous cock. You moaned against him as Mike pounded in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you purred against Erwin's cock. You sucked hard and moved your tongue against him.

You popped your mouth from Erwin and pumped your hand up and down on him. You mewled a little and turned your head to Mike. "Kiss?"

Mike crashed his lips against yours and moaned in happiness. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too." You looked over at Erwin. "Kiss?"

Erwin lifted your chin and kissed you sweetly. "I love you, darling."

"Love you so much."

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micheswife · 3 years

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The Warhammer and her soldier.

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Pairing: Miche Zacharias x Marley Reader (Warhammer Titan)

One word: ANGST.

It also has some gore.

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"The Warhammer titan is right in this room, Sir."

You seethed internally at those words. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do. Willy was, after all, much more adept at playing politics. He was a born talker. His life was built upon his salesmanship. You were born in a privileged house, but Willy had undoubtedly brought prosperity and respect to your family. At present, you were both well in your thirties. But Willy had a family, and you didn't. The honourable man talking with your brother could easily guess the identity of the Warhammer if he racked his brain a little. It was you. You, without friends, without a husband or children. All because you were bound to your duty as a Tybur. With his eloquent words, he had managed to convince you to inherit the Warhammer titan nine years ago. Albeit against your will, you had gotten used to it. Fellow Eldians in Marley referred to you as the "Tybur Sister". You were the highly educated, beautiful, sophisticated maiden that people respected but barely knew.

You were a constant presence in the meetings, a witness to the discussions. However, Willy usually took care of everything to the point that your inputs were often deemed redundant. So you would observe the officials. After all, there was hardly anything else to do in a meeting.Today, some Paradisian gentlemen had come over to visit your brother. Now that they had discovered Marley’s dirty secret, your brother was hoping to avoid any violent confrontations. They were talking about politics with your brother. Well, Willy was only talking to the elderly man who ordered wine during tea hour. You could feel the boredom radiating off his guard, tired of their boss' jokes. The blond guard was only there for the food, just like you were for show.

"Sir?" You offered more tea as the soldier finished his cup.

"Yes." That was all he said, holding out his cup, which looked a little too small in his gigantic hands. No intonations of request or gratefulness. His behaviour irritated you. This man had no etiquette. He was resting his elbows on the table. He was eating loudly. His stubble needed shaving. Everything about him was pressing your buttons. You didn't sign up to deal with mannerless islanders when you agreed to take the Warhammer, but here you were, hosting a bunch of cavemen. At least that is what it seemed like in the beginning, but these people were smart as a whip. The oppression from your country had forced those islanders to innovate with the little resources they had.

But no matter how creative they were, you still couldn’t help wanting to get away from the discussion. It was such a mundane scene, especially with tons of files and documents strewn across the table. The mannerless, tone deaf guard was the only one that kept you distracted. By now, the two of you had reached an unspoken agreement. Every time he came close to finishing his snacks, he would glance at you and you’d bring him another serving. You wanted to see just how much he ate, after all, the man was huge. But before you both could finish your little game, Willy spoke up.

“Y/n, I would need some privacy with Mr. Pixis here. Would you please take care of Mr. Zacharius till then?”

“Yes, Willy. Follow me, please.” You gestured to him and left the room. You showed him around the grand mansion. He was the one to start speaking.

“So, I presume we are enemies.”

“If you have to talk, kindly choose a different, non-political topic, sir.” You responded, annoyed. Even after serving him that fine platter of food, he chose such an inappropriate topic.

“After your Beast titan crushed my legs, I don't think I am capable of your request.” He responded sternly.

“Excuse me?!”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows and tried to elaborate his point.

“Miss, you have no idea how painful -”

“Good sir, I am not requesting you to talk to me.” You seethed.

“Oh, I misunderstood. My apologies, I am not very competent with words.”

“Nor with your appearance.” You muttered to yourself, earning a smirk from the oaf.

“Maybe you could give me some tips. Also, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Miche Zacharius.” He responded with a smile, wanting to ease the tension.

"Alright. Let's begin with some etiquette lessons, it was a pain to see you holding a teacup like that."

"I hope you can meet Captain Levi then."

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“Just a grumpy, old man on our team. Miss, what do I call you?”

“Y/n Tybur.”

And that was all it took to ease your frustrations. As a Tybur, you grew up around significant people in the government. Miche was a breath of fresh air. With him, you were able to enjoy your surroundings without someone calling them insignificant. They were so beautiful. You had garments made of the finest silk, handed down to you by your mother; the purple orchid tree outside in full bloom; the exquisite bookshelf that housed your handwritten poetry; the ancient sewing machine that was your medium of escapism; the fireplace that kept you warm; and the lovely litter of your nephews and nieces - the only people in blissfully unaware of these grim circumstances. Everything around you was worth loving. It was a disgrace you had to hear words of deceit, malice and hatred for the most part of your life. But today was different because you had finally bonded with someone. You weren’t sure Willy would approve of your casual talk with this supposed enemy of your state, but you were just following his orders. Willy had asked you to take care of Miche, and you were doing exactly that.

Miche was not supposed to be your friend. But as time went by, you realized that he was an ordinary man tired of the war; a man forced to fight; to kill for the sake of his people back in Paradis. You both talked about so many unimportant things that day. Time had gone by fast and you didn’t realize when Willy was done speaking to Pixis. You almost felt bad when Pixis left with Miche, but to your delight, the pair returned the next week. And the week after that. The schedule was unchanged. Pixis would talk to your brother and leave Miche in your company. It was almost like two parents leaving their kids to play with each other. Every week, your connection deepened. Every week, you both laughed with each other. You taught him chess. You taught him how to dress and arrange flowers. He began bringing you gifts. You gave him handmade scented candles to take home. Every week, you both had something new to talk about. Every week, after you bid him goodbye, you would wonder about a ludicrous idea.

"Do you think we should lock people up?" You asked him one day.

Miche squinted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Like us, lock a Marleyan and Paradisian in a room for one hour every week."

Holding the same confused expression, he asked, "And what would that achieve?"

"Some peace, a semblance of understanding, or... friendship." The skepticism in his eyes indicated that you have broached an uncomfortable topic.

"No... I don't think so." He shook his head.

You couldn't think of any words to say. You had noticed his expression turning stern.

"I think it would be a bad idea." Miche emphasized.

"How so?"

"They would just end up like us, wouldn't they?" He said in a sad voice. It shocked you, but you couldn’t deny the reality.

"They would." You admitted.

"That's why it would be bad."

"Right."

It felt bad. You didn't want to hear the explanation of his inadequate answer because you knew it would ruin the sacred relation you both shared. If you squinted really hard, you could see that the little conversation had already burrowed a hole in your bond. The rest of your time went smoothly as he cleverly directed your attention away from that awkward snippet of interaction. Soon, it was time to go, but today your goodbyes had less enthusiasm. The pain you felt during those few minutes was still resounding in your heart. It was eating away at you, making you feel guilty about feeling hurt at a perfectly realistic comment. After all, you also wanted nothing more than some company to help you take your mind away from reality.

What else could you call it when two enemies talked about insignificant things every week? What else, other than "a complete waste of time"? But hearing it from him felt like daggers in your heart. He didn’t explicitly call the relation a “waste of time”, but that’s what you interpreted from it. Insecurity was a nasty devil. You felt like he didn't like you, or understand you. What you didn't comprehend was the pain he felt when he used those words to push you away. They were deliberate. He couldn't, under any circumstances, entertain the idea of making friends with a Marleyan. He did not have the liberty of placing his morals and desires above his duty towards the nation. He was a soldier, not a politician. He only followed orders from his superiors, he did not make the rules. So he pushed you away when he saw the opportunity, just like he had done with countless people in the past. He had been doing that ever since his first day in the survey corps. He did it with his parents, siblings, friends and a couple of women he fell in love with, one of them being you. He was just far too poor to afford the luxury of falling in love, so against all his desires, he deliberately pushed you away.

Miche was a hardened soldier, but he still had a warm heart. He had used crude words with you, but he had also made a promise. A vow to never forget about you or about the time you spent together. Alas! It was a little too late to make that declaration, but such grand gestures only come forward in face of adversities, during the final moments, don't they? During one meeting, Pixis jokingly revealed the news to you as you brought him a bottle of his regular wine.

“Ms. Tybur. You won’t have to worry about running out of this delicious wine after today.”

You gave him a weak smile before looking at Miche. As usual, you asked him to follow you out of the room. Neither of you spoke until you reached the library, your usual spot.

"We won't be meeting each other after this." Miche began the conversation with a heavy voice.

"Hmm."

"Did you know about this?" He asked.

"I did not. I wish I had known." You really did wish Willy had informed you earlier instead of finalizing the deal all of a sudden.

"You should have spoken to him." Miche's voice sounded desperate.

"What for?"

"For us." he answered in a low voice.

"Us? Are you a child or a 40 year old man?" You scoffed, trying to fight back the tears.

"I.... I am in love with you." He blurted out with a broken voice.

"I am glad."

"They don't plan..... on... on marrying you off, right?"

You laughed through the tears, letting them roll down your blushy cheek.

"No... I am a maiden till I die."

"Then I will always remember you."

For the first time in your life, you acted on your instinct. You gently wrapped your arms around his broad chest. His warm, calloused hand instinctively came to rest on your head. You didn't realize how touch starved you were until that moment. It was just an embrace, but the thought of someone walking in on you made you retract.

"I am sorry, locking doors is .."

"I know."

"I'll miss you..."

"In case this really is the last time we meet each other, can I get something to remember you?" His words were like honey. You wanted to hear more of them. You would forever remember those sweet words of praise, grief and even frustration. For a split second, you wondered how many of such beautiful words you would have heard had you lived a normal life. But the man speaking before you quickly brought you back to the present moment. He was gushing, pouring his heart out, crying for the tragedy that was his love story. He told you how the most he could ever give you was a promise to keep you in his heart. He begged you to do the same, to keep him in your memories. Perhaps, that interaction was the first step towards uniting the two nations, both oppressed in different ways. Perhaps, a decade later, Paradisians and Marleyans could unite. But now was not the time. So you bid him a bittersweet farewell with a heavy heart. You were glad to have experienced the sweetness of romance in your lonely life, and you made sure to tell him. All the repressed words and emotions raced to get out as you ran out of time. This time, you couldn't care less about saying the wrong thing. All you knew was that it needed to be said. But time waits for none, and your love was a victim of unfavourable circumstances. In the end, there were several things you couldn't tell him and it surprised you. You knew this man for a span of a few months and you already had so much to tell him. Perhaps that's what love felt like, at least in the initial phase. You, at the end of the day, did not have the luxury to experience love until it made you sick. You could never possibly understand how Willy had the audacity to argue with his wife. If you had a chance to build a future with Miche, you’d never act as ungrateful as your brother acted towards his wife.

A few days had passed since you had to seperate from Miche, and you had busied yourself with work. Occasionally, you'd steal a glance at your new pendant tucked into your blouse. Miche gave it to you before leaving. You were glad Willy was busy with work. He never told you about the conclusion of those meetings, but his demeanor had changed. Of course, his social charm was unfazed, but you knew it was fake. He would turn cold the moment he got away from the eyes of the officials and his supporters. The worst part of it all was his sudden mistreatment of Finne. She was your eldest niece, but still not old enough to understand her father's work. Unfortunately, Willy was pushing her to study old documents, as if his legacy was at stake. He didn't spare his wife either. You helped the two of them whenever you could, but even you couldn't match your brother's wits when it came to politics. You tried striking a conversation with Willy, desperate to understand the shift in his behaviour but he didn't give you a single answer, until one day.

It was on the night before his speech at the carnival, you knew something was awry when you heard your sister-in-law sobbing in the next room. The next day, Willy told you to use your Titan as and when you felt necessary. He had quite literally freed you from his control when he said that. You knew his speech could cause outrage, but you never anticipated that he would announce a war. You didn't anticipate that your world would come crashing down the very moment his speech ended. It all happened in a matter of seconds and you were stunned. One moment people were cheering, you felt the ground shaking and before you knew it, the Attack Titan had devoured your brother. You finally understood why Willy had liberated you from his order, but the damage was already done. You were supposed to transform when you felt the ground shaking, but your mind had gone blank. You couldn't even register your surroundings until the Attack titan had destroyed half of them. Finally, you took out your knife and slashed your hand. You had heard about Yeager's tenacious nature from the Marleyan army chief, so you decided to gamble your fate. Encasing yourself in the Hardening, you controlled your Titan like a puppet. It took a lot more energy from you, but the Marleyan army had trained you for endurance.

For most of the time, it was just you trying your best to fight the Attack titan. But then something caught your eye… Miche. He was ready to lead his soldiers into the fight. He was looking at your titan with utter contempt and determination. He wanted to kill you. If only he knew it was you controlling the Warhammer. During your time together, neither of you ever discussed your political alignments. You both knew that you were enemies, and you actively chose to ignore that elephant in the room. Deep down, you both knew that your first and only commitment was towards your nations, not each other. And so you decided to give that fight your everything. You felt a surge of anger pass through you when you saw a different group of Paradisian soldiers enter the battlefield. You knew they were his dear comrades, but this was a war, and there was no room for mercy. You came close to defeating the Attack titan several times. His fighting skills were still nowhere near the average Marleyan titan shifter. Had it not been for the other soldiers and their funny flying equipment, you would have killed this man a long time ago. You wondered why War Chief Zeke or Mr. Braun didn’t come to your rescue. You were fighting against a horde of soldiers and a titan all by yourself and you were running out of energy. Your titan became slower with time. Every time you got close to victory, someone would sweep in to save Yeager. What a brat!

You could have still crushed his nape had you not repeated Reiner’s mistake. You saw Eren’s clumsy way of fighting, and you underestimated him. You were finally able to corner him, but you asked him to say his last words instead of crushing him on the spot. Your overconfidence gave him enough time to think and spot your location. He detached you from your puppet and pulled you out of the earth, shocking everyone around him. You knew you needed rescuing now that he had captured you. Those devils would take you to their wretched island if Eren Yeager failed to devour you. You thought you were done for when the Jaw titan finally came to help you out, but he entered the fight with the worst approach possible. He jumped in without a second thought and one island devil took complete advantage of it. She chopped his legs off. Everything happened in a flash after that. Porco’s limbs were ripped off, and you were at Yeager’s mercy with no way out. You just wanted it all to end. You were so traumatized that you didn’t see Miche staring at you. His blue orbs were filled with sadness, and he was the only one that wasn’t fighting. He just kept looking at you, clutching to the brooch in his pocket. You only caught a glimpse of him when Eren used you to block himself from Porco’s claws. But that was it, because the next thing Eren did was abuse both you and Porco. You could have never predicted his next move. He thrust you inside the Jaw’s mouth to break your Hardening.

Miche wanted to turn around, he felt sick to his stomach. The pain you felt was excruciating. You knew Porco was begging you to do something, but there was no way you could. Every part of your body was being pushed inward and there was nothing you could do other than stare at the disgusting, open mouth of the Attack titan beneath you. Just when you assumed that the pain couldn’t get worse, you felt several jolts go through your body. Your Hardening had begun to crack. Miche looked at you with the same, shocked expression he had during his first encounter with the Beast titan. His eyes welled up when he heard another loud crack and before his tears could fall, your cocoon got crushed with a loud snap. That was it, you were gone. Your blood splattered across the Titan Shifters’ faces. Miche turned his back to the gruesome scene of murder to gather himself. A soldier couldn’t lose his composure during a war, but there was little he could do when his body refused to cooperate.

Eren’s mission was a success and everyone was celebrating on the way back home. Except for Miche. He hid himself in the room closest to the engine. It was secluded and the white noise helped drown the distracting cheers. He took out your brooch with trembling hands and just stared at it. It was an ornament with intricate details carved with utmost precision. The border was decorated with rubies, emeralds and sapphires. After having stared at the ornament for several minutes, Miche spotted a faint etching of a hammer. The same kind of hammer you were going to execute Yeager with. It was carefully hidden behind the dense floral motifs. Miche didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. Shameful? Because he didn’t spot it earlier and failed to help out his comrades. Idiotic? Because maybe you were trying to tell him something? Maybe he could have saved your life? Loved? Because you trusted him enough to reveal your identity? Or did you think he was so dense that he’d never be able to look through the details? Did you mean to embarrass him? Was he even supposed to feel anything if everything was over? Was his observation even significant? After all, Miche already knew that the Warhammer was from your family. He just didn't rack his brain enough to realize it was you.

"What is the meaning of this, Y/n?" He asked the iron wall before him, expecting some kind of ghost to appear before him. But nothing did. He had heard somewhere that Titan shifters never really died in the true sense. People believed that they simply stayed trapped inside whoever devoured them. Dead or not, it was clear that Miche had lost you. But you were never his to begin with. You did not belong to him; you belong to the state of Marley. All he could do now was stay true to his promise of keeping you in his memories.

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Pairing: Miche Zacharias x Fem! reader

AU: Modern AU + Reincarnation AU

WC: 6.5k

CW: none, except for switching timelines and POV's

(A/n): I got too into writing this, so reading the story guide linked below will help you understand. I fixed it a bit and now, it's all one big post!

This fic was written for@titan-fodder 's milestone collab!

story guide

—begin—

The night was well, celebrating the king’s kindness of handing out more rations. An overstock as his loyal dogs explained. Of course, there were fathers who sold them for twice the amount to sit down and have a drink at the walls finest bars. It hurt Miche’s nose when he stood at the entrance of her family’s bar. His mere presence had the patrons sitting upright, their conversations coming down to whispers or shared glances. Though the longer they noticed the washed uniform jacket, those whispers became louder and harsher.

Being a scout meant hearing the endless complaints of their taxes going to waste as he walked in and made his way to the place designated for his visits. Behind the counter of expensive alcohol.

Cowards, really. The alcohol in their system made them spit out such blabber, and those who were still sober only threw glares when humanity’s second strongest passed by them. No one dared to taunt such a scout with a build like his.

"My son-in-law will not be disrespected in my own establishment." Came her mother’s stern voice when she briefly poked her head out the kitchen, a hot ladle in hand. “Get out or act with the proper decency.” Soon the liveliness slowly rose, ignoring Miche who was at the corner, inspecting every smell he could pick up.

The conversation did shift from the scout regiment to the bar owner’s only daughter being married, making it harder to guess what was being pickled in the back of the kitchen.

"She already wasted her life joining the Garrison. Marrying a scout? Is your daughter crazy?" Cried a drunk man his age. He guessed it was the textile merchant who tried to (Y/n) with fine cloth only for her to respond by tearing it to use as a soldier's bandage. His statement had the room agree, beginning to cry her name.

"Would you like to die after your next bite? None of it." Her brother spat, waving his crutch. “Sorry, you had to hear them.”

He only nodded in reply, picking up the smell of another garrison soldier. Their ritual of putting a rose in their pockets made them very distinct to a trained nose like Miche’s. Looking up he was met with the back of the only survivor of the Trost team, Rico Brzenska.

"I tell them our plans of marriage and they parade at the markets boasting of it." Ah, there she was. Clad in a more relaxed attire. Her hair was out of that scalp-pulling ponytail. "Do you know how many of those wall worshippers told me I'm marrying a dead man?" She said with a pout.

"Force of habit," She explained when his eyes caught on the lavender flower resting in her breast pocket. The sling over her chest was a medal— for being the second person to survive in the elite team alongside Rico. “If you hadn't come in time, I would be the dead one here,” she whispered, more to herself, eyes cast down.

"I'll get you your usual, Zacharias?" Came the slap of her older brother’s hand on his shoulder. He obviously had sipped a few from the table. "You take a break now, be with your fiancee,"

“So, I can’t see you drinking. Nice try Albert.” She looked to Miche, explaining "My folks are getting old. Someone needs to step up and let my brothers live,"

"No, her military habits stop her from taking a break. Take her home will you?" Came Theo. A former comrade of Miche’s whose leg was bitten off when Maria fell. After that, he retired to work at this bar.

From a solemn look, (Y/n)’s face contorted to disappointment, "What?"

"Yeah, rid us of our troubles." Agreed Albert, patting Miche before going to the back to retrieve more alcohol. “I’ll have your food in a few, want anything else?”

Reading his mind, (Y/n) spoke up, eyes beaming, “I cooked him tomato soup!”

——

No matter how many times they’ve shared the night in the same room—

—nights where her arms would be held above her head as she withered under him, while tears stained his pillow. A night shared by them after months of being apart and their longing being pent up,

She was still coy.Whatever version of her was mewling his name out and voluntarily parting her legs begging for ‘miche more please more’ and ‘please ruin me’ was gone. Replaced with this version with burning puffed cheeks as he shamelessly shed his uniform and cleaned his body with a wet towel.

Miche enjoyed it every bit. Watching her with a ghost of a smirk from his place. The moonlight passing through the glass and the candle in one part of his room clashed over her form, perfectly highlighting the very embarrassed face of hers.

"Should I blow out the candles?" He teased. His shorts were lowered on purpose to tease her even more.

And it worked. They looked down, faster than when she snapped her eyes up."What?"

"Would blowing out the candles make you come here?"

"It'll only invite you to do—" she mumbled, bangs covering her face as she lowered her gaze. Even the tone of her voice changed, becoming more quiet and soft.

"To do?" Still, he teased, laying on his bed with an exaggeration to flex his stomach. It was worse than his torso had straps markings permannetly on him.

"To do such things, Miche."

"Such things you cry for so much," he drawled out, relieved she was walking towards him. “Things you beg for so, that even in the morning while I’m asleep you hump me like—”

"Don't—" She gave in, looking up at him as she made herself comfortable next to him.

"I missed you, frau." He said, burying his nose at the top of her head to smell her hair. Placing kisses from the top of her head to the side of her face.

"You sniff new recruits so much. But do you know how you smell?"

It nearly had him sitting up. All the sleep that built up from the day dissolved. "That bad?"

His answer was her nodding no, and in routine, climbing up to rest her weight above his body. Guiding his hand to play with her hair. "When you call me that name," She let the silence hang for him to pick up on.

"Frau?"

"Mmm makes me wonder what your village was like." Zacharias. There was a reason why he was titled humanity’s second strongest. Though never having the best relations, the village of Zacharias was eliminated when it was known that they protected the Ackerman clan. Their strengths combined was a threat to the king, pushing Miche to join the survey corps. Were they all blessed with superhuman strength? Or did they have heightened senses? And was Miche the product of both?

There was that sadness she wanted to take away from him when he said, "That is if any of them are still left," arms hugging her. It was enough to tell her that she was the only person in his life.

"Then if we have a child, you get to teach them your language." She said, resting her chin on his sternum to look at him. He was beautiful in the light that the moon cast.

And their children would look as beautiful as he is.

"Those are big dreams, Frau." He laughed, looking away to hide his frown. He was never the one to confront his feelings with her.

"In this world," she began, knowing that he wasn’t in the headspace to be asked any further. "It's what we fight for. Now, sleep Miche, It’s been a long day,"

—Present Day—

Okinawa’s sunny skies shining down on everyone’s shoulders was the indicator every student waited for. Of all school levels, of course. Everyone had their own plans. For the members of ‘S’ it meant starting later but finishing as late as 6am, and oh did the roster of races fill up too many beefs. Somehow the spirit of skating against each other for fun returned when Langa beat Adam in the closed course, probably knocking sense into everyone. Even the one who beat Hiromi in the head challenged him to a friendly beef.

Sure it was nice seeing the rise of fun challenges. But those who sat at the side— the girlfriends of those skaters who sat at the sidelines to serve as their boyfriend’s personal cheerleaders and to hold their towels, grew bored. Even Joe and Kaoru’s fangirls began to lose their spirit.

Before the secret skatepark ever became deserted of girls came the other ‘Kojiro’ family member who no one believed was a college student at first. A girl opposite of Joe in size, but whose energy matched his well. She sprung up, pushing Joe’s aside when he dashed down the course, though instead of a skateboard, it was a pair of rollerblades. Shock took over everyone that night. But the thrill of a family rivalry had the grounds cheering for either one of them.

Joe stood behind her, not wanting to scold her in front of so many when she won. While she posed in front of the camera with a signature grin.

Since then, the skate park’s been deserted by the girls. All of them were on the sidewalk of the beaches, skating the cutest outfits they’ve worn and never squealing for their boyfriends to win. The irony was (Y/n) never appearing in her pair of rollerblades again.

“Oh, so you can tell me all these stories of you and Kaoru-san running from the police and not expect me to do the same?” She said after Joe gave her an earful for not telling him that she wanted to skate against him beforehand.

Today while she helped him at the restaurant, it was the topic of their conversation again. And as if to taunt him more, she took a loud sip to get the remaining boba out of her empty milktea cup. “At Least it wasn’t a skateboard I raced you against with,”

Kaoru who ate his lunch there on his break muttered something about how Joe’s beloved baby cousin was finally starting her rebellious phase. How it was payback for sleeping with all those girls. “Listen, Joe. I can’t stand seeing those girls hang on their boyfriends arms someone had to come in with a

"Do whatever you want, kid. Your parents put their trust in me before you moved here. I'm just telling ya, kid, don't wanna face your (father's name)'s wrath." He gestured to the pile of unwashed plates used by the group of businessmen who left earlier. The huge tip they left went straight to (Y/n)’s wallet.

"Like he can do anything, I'm scared of my mom." She laughed, tying her apron around her waist to start on the plates. While everyone was out skating under the sun, she chose to stay in. And bicker with her older cousin who no one can separate her from.

Whoever said that they were only cousins by their bloodline and that (Y/n) was completely opposite of Joe— should be smacked by Adam in the face like how Kaoru was. No one knew them enough except for each other,

"She's right," Said Kaoru after a sip of his matcha tea, as if to rub salt into Joe’s open wound. He hated how much his little cousin was becoming a copy of him— minus all his sexual encounters, he convinced himself that he did a great job of scaring her about getting a boyfriend.

In true fashion he snateched a meatball off Kaoru’s plate"Whaddaya mean she's right?" Kaoru’s next statement had Joe’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"Then take your ID off next time you skate. Easy as that."

"See!" She nearly jumped if it weren’t for the kitchen drains she was standing on. Taking a washcloth she wiped along the shelves where the most used ingredients were, eyes landing on the tall basket of tomatoes sent from the main Nanjo household. There was no one at the restaurant at this time and Joe wouldn't cook until the next customer came, the question she was going to ask had her grinning. “JOE!”

“WHAT?—”

“Can I make tomato soup with these,” Kaoru who was annoyed over something the gorilla said, had a glint in his glasses when he looked at (Y/n). Could it be that she had the same culinary skills as her cousin?

"I was thinking what I'd do with the overstock—" yeah, he grew more tomatoes than expected, "—do what you want with them." With no more words, she pulled her hair out its loose ponytail to tie it into a higher and tighter bun. Grabbing the pot Joe no longer used because of its burnt bottom. As she filled up the sink with water, beginning to cut the stems of the fresh harvest, the bell above the door rang.

"Heey," greeted Reki and Langa. Miya trailed behind them, eyes already on his console. Their uniform collars were all out of its first two buttons— it really is summer now. Seeing (Y/n)’s back turned to them, red hue nearly matching his hair when her side profile showed. ”Oh it’s, (Y/n)-senpai,”

To which she turned and smiled at them, pointing at the table they wordlessly declared as theirs. "Come in, I'm making tomato soup!" The smile she gave them became brighter, making Reki think that it was for him when it was for the taller blonde behind them. Only noticing him when he came in and his height nearly touched the lights.

Turning the stove to low-medium, she patted her clothes to look presentable and grabbed a menu off the table. "Welcome to Sia La Ruce, where would you like to sit?" When he looked up, that smile of hers disappeared, the back of her head tingling. Another life flash? Has she seen him somewhere?

—After Eren’s trial, Season one—

To the crowds of angry civilians, Miche asked the carriage taking them to their headquarters to change its course. To hide at (Y/n)’s private study just behind her parents’ bar. "We didn't want anything," said Hanji when (Y/n) returned with a tray of tomato soup, still steaming in the wooden bowls. Gone were her bandages, relaxing Miche’s heart.

"Your stomach said so," she said, standing at Miche’s back with her hands resting on his shoulders. Though she wore a serene smile that calmed him down, her eyes inspecting Eren went unnoticed.

"It's the best!" He nodded at Erwin and Hanji who were still hesitant to try it. They were aware of how her other comrades despised the garrison, minds swimming with the possibilities of being poisoned to get a hold of Eren.

"Have you eaten anything Eren? No need to be shy, you know." Levi relaxed. Of course, she’d ask that, he felt like a fool for even letting his brain think she would be a double soldier, working alongside Nile. She only looked at someone that way when she knew they were hungry.

"But . . ."

"Unlike them,” she gestured her head at them, briefly looking at Erwin who vomited after she presented a sample of their vile to him. “I've seen the most disgusting of the disgusting titans. And smelt them, too." She placed a bowl in front of him, “Eat up, Eren.”

—Present day, Sia La Ruce, Okinawa, Japan—

Miche was never a firm believer of any sort of religion. Nor, just like Levi, did he want to put a label on how he believed things were. He noticed that it was the same as the reincarnates, never believing in the faiths of families they were born into. Who could blame them when in their past lives as soldiers the highest form of belief was whoever created the titans, sparing no time to think of whoever created them. Sometimes, though, he wondered if wall worshippers still existed, seeing that there was the wall of China and remnants of the Berlin Wall.

His life was as simple in the present world just like how he lived in the world of titans. How he remembered his past life was a blur— unlike Erwin, he sort of came to terms with it. It was his nose that had him remembering life in glimpses. Though instead of a soldier, he was delighted to find out just how much the world rid of titans had to offer.

Choosing to study agriculture in his undergrad years, and now in Japan for his masters and hopefully a PhD one day. Only a few knew why he chose that country, besides his love for developing new farming techniques for the abused land in his state, Japan was the only country.

Who believed that reincarnation was real after a line of stories from the Edo and Showa period hit international media in the eighties. There were plenty of Nobunaga claimers, making the possibility of being a reincarnate a joke.

Still, he believed that it was that island country that would remove the blurry screen of what was once his life.

The same nose that smelt titans directions away, picked up on the tomato soup coming his way. Prompting him to look up and turn his phone off. "I— I didn't ask for this," his mind boggled with pinpointing where that scent was. It was tomato soup, of course, it’d smell like any other tomato soup. But the certain ingredient to it and the lavender perfume on his server took him to—

A shabby bar with candles to light to life? And alcohol?

"We had a tomato overstock, so it's in the house. I can speak English if you’re comfortable," she said, opening a notepad. “Are you ready to order?”

Ah, he did it again. Reading so much at a public place that he forgot where he was and what he needed to do in that place. Honestly, someone should take his textbooks away.

He couldn’t do what he told himself to do though. Picking up a spoon and having a taste. It was his body moving on its own," This is divine," he said, savouring every drop of it. "Compliments to the chef,"

"Which is me!" (Y/n) smiled. On the inside she wanted to punch herself for allowing herself to look so bashful, needing to bounce on her toes as she waited for him to order. Answering his questions about the menu.

No, maybe a side, but a violent knock to her head against the counter. She couldn’t believe the audacity she had to show the brief infatuation she had towards this blonde foreigner in front of Joe.

In. Front. Of. Joe.

She was feeling his warning glare pierce her shoulder.

Still though. What made her stay was that wonder why she got a life flash the moment she served that steaming bowl of her tomato soup. Has she done it before? Heck, she couldn’t even pinpoint what time period her soul came from— and now a handsome foreigner was sitting there in the restaurant.

In a haste, she scribbled his order down, calling for Joe to start the fire, still, he yelled for her to join him in the kitchen. That sternness in his tone told her she was in for another lecture, "(Y/N)!"

"Coming!" she jumped when he yelled again. Turning her back on him to go back in the kitchen, leaving Miche looking so longing at her back.

Just like her, he played a series of her smiles clad in the same jacket, though darker. Hanji, being a researcher in the reincarnation phenomenon in Kanagawa said that his ‘brain fogs’ were activated when a person close to him appeared without warning.

It was a shame how he frowned no matter how good the soup was. “Frau?”

As in Frauline?

—1st August—

"Ah," She was in an awkward position of her knees planted on the grounds of the skate grounds and her elbows balancing her, reading the questionnaire Reki brought along with him. “Reincarnation, huh,” she mumbled, eating more of her tomato chips. “I’d understand why high schools would ask you to write about this, never thought you’d do it for your English exams.”

"Do you believe in it, senpai? Been staring at it for minutes," Langa offered her a wet wipe, taking the empty chip packet. The word ‘Reincarnation’ caught Kaoru’s attention, prompting him to join them in their little circle. “Hello,”

He nodded, asking for the question paper given to the two as practice for their university exam. Calling Joe over to break away from his group of roller-blade-wearing fangirls with a wave of his arm, Kaoru only said, "Show them your tattoo,” in a bossy tone that made Joe’s eyebrow.

"They don't believe in reincarnation. You see," he continued with the tattoo in view to the latter, “The Kojiro family’s in touch with their spiritual side, they’re more tuned in per se.”

Finally, (Y/n) stood up to sit straight and tie her rollerblades. A lopsided smile as she told them of the ghosts roaming in the four-hundred-year-old state that made her and Joe move out. "Please, I've had too many ghostly encounters in the main house when I used to vacation here. It's really nothing compared to my life flashes. Mind you, they take so much of my energy away from me."

"The main house. It activates a lot of things.” The way their tones were airy felt insensitive to how a scared Reki and Langa clung to Miya, anything more from the two Kojiros and they’d pass out from exhaustion before they could skate.

"Yeah," (Y/n) stomping her feet had Reki flinching upward. "It was the summer of ninth grade when I felt someone play with my hair. It's scary, really. But hey, I fell asleep quicker than usual."

Joe rolled his eyes, shrugging the sleeve of his jacket back on. "Had the same at the north wing of the mansion, except that kid was kicking my back."

"Reincarnation is child's play. Really." Kaoru’s tone had the two look at him, wondering if he had something to do with anything as spiritual as theirs. Nah, he’s far too in love with a robot of an assistant to consider such things,

Miya, unphased by all these ‘ghost stories. And disgusted at how those two clung to him with their sweat, asked after violently shrugging them off. "How is the tattoo related to reincarnation?"

"I've had visions about these since I was a young boy. There were times when I searched about it in the family archives, but nothing." Answered Joe with the pout of his lower lip. Then looked at (Y/n) who was quite proud of her perfect laces. "She's been seeing visions, too. We call them life flashes."

"What have you been seeing?"

"Uhm . . ." she slumped down, no matter how many books she read, she couldn’t explain it. It felt lonely after seeing them because of how she saw herself smile next to a taller stranger. And dread when she could still smell after shaking away from it.

The scent— she was glad it was only at the butcher’s now, and not as common as it was in those visions. No, not even a slaughterhouse could compare to how foul the stench was.

It was the smell of, what she could only guess, rotting corpses. Or maybe she could tell them it was . . .

—episode 1, season two—

. . . This

This was hell. The heat from the sun and the uniform jacket weighing down on their shoulders was the perfect ‘welcome back to work’ day. Of course, like always, the garrison was going to clean up after the scouts who was the abandoned headquarters.

She respected Erwin. Really. But stationing the new recruits there without rations and then expecting them to be in the best of their conditions to evacuate villages. (Y/n) wanted nothing more than to crack his skull open.

The air smelling of roses around the walls thinned the further the horses galloped, soon it was titan vile surrounding them. Settling on their bodies the longer they rounded the area.

"Utgard castle is up ahead, to your right," Said their new squad leader. Throwing in a joke about finding Erwin’s arm so (Y/n) could stitch it back to him. Looks like she wouldn’t need her hammer to split his head open. “It was a joke, lighten up, will you?”

How could they when their comrades were mentally scarred enough to resign from their posts.

"I'll cover the headquarters with (Y/n)," said Rico, her horse already away from the group.

'I'd rather be with Miche,' She thought, sparing another disappointed look at him before nodding and riding away.

It was in one piece as compared to the reports about Utgard castle though. Still the smell. A very familiar stench, reeking from the shit titans vomited out. "Seems like nothing happened, let's go, Rico."

"Can't ignore the smell. It's worth looking into."

"I was afraid you'd say that," she felt the corners of her lips turn up. “Let’s go to that village. They have a paralysed titan there.” She nearly fell off from not holding the reins of her horse while it moved in the direction of the Headquarters.

Not a single glance from Rico."I'll go inside, see if they left anything inside." She looked at (Y/n) only to see her stretching her gloves up to her elbow, cloth mask hung around her neck. "And don't play with the corpses like last time."

"I didn't play with them— it was an impromptu autopsy!"

It was an eerie silence of her walking around in the obvious places where a titan would hide. Silent enough that she heard every rustle of the trees whenever the wind blew. In another world, this would be every beautiful adjective that would put a soul at ease, but silences like these meant the loss of another human life.

And there it was. The icky web of vomit sticking to the walls and scattered about. She put on a brave face, hoping that somewhere where souls rested in a sky free of titans, Ian and Mitabi were watching her work. A simple tune was whistled as she took careful steps.

"Whoever you are, I really really pity you. I always tell the scouts that they should've joined the garrison, but then I go on marrying a scout—" the playful tone to ease her mind flattered when a boot too long for any common scout laid on the blood painted grass.

She’d normally go on about with her facade of a happy tone, believing that it’d let the spirit pass after its last human interaction. A tone so happy would mean that their physical beings would be brought home and they could move on. But a suspecting brain and a heart beginning to weigh heavy kicked that thought out of her mind.

"Hold on a moment." Didn’t Erwin request for a squad leader from the military police to look over the new recruits. Getting to work, she turned the torn torso dried of blood over to confirm her suspicions. Only a trained eye could see that the scouts’ uniform jacket was a shade lighter compared to the latter.

The colour of the shirt was damp from the vile. Still, it said enough.

"No," gone was her composed posture. Shoulders slinging down and her knees planting on the ground.

"No, no, no he wouldn't die like this."

"Nothing inside, except for the rations they didn't take with them."

"Rico," she looked up, her cloth mask falling to her neck. Desperation on her face. The same one she wore after witnessing Ian’s demise. "I need a head."

"A head . . ." the panic of her friend’s tone seeped into Rico's conscience. The only victim in the headquarters full of unarmed recruits was an armed scout. “Do you know him?” The tone she used was to bring her comrades back to their realities— insensitive and mean.

Instead, one look at (Y/n) and she knew she’d lost another friend.

"It’s Section Commander Miche—"

—Present Day, 7th August—

"— Zacharias" Reki snapped a picture of the gold nameplate and turned to (Y/n). “You share the same name with her!”

What?

A mop of blue hair crouched to meet her dead-looking gaze and asked "You okay (Y/n)-senpai?" with a bottle of water for her to drink.

No.

Weren’t they at the skatepark, and she was lacing up her skates while they talked about her and Joe’s clan. Right? No, she was here. And confused.

How long did this life flash last that she was confused in an exhibition hall?

Being the gentleman that he is, Langa sat down beside her when she started to take in deep breaths to calm her beating heart. It was beating too fast. Too strong with an emotion she was too familiar with. Desperation.

‘(Y/n) look at them.’

‘You’re here, not in that place anymore.’

Yes. In an exhibition where they displayed the heroes from a time when titans roamed the earth two millenniums ago.

"You share the same name with the section commander turned weapon specialist. Look!"

“It’s wrong,” she breathed, finally having a hold of herself. “She wasn’t a weapons specialist. She studied titan carcasses.” The more she stared at the browning painting laid out on a canvas, the more her breathing hitched. “Yes, a titan specialist.”

Thinking that she was all alright and needed to be alone, Langa stood up to follow where the hyper redhead went "Reki, wait,"

Beside her picture was another portrait, though clad in the older style of the uniforms. A brown jacket under a green cloak with a crest that gave hope in the form of blue and white wings.

She remembers telling him not to stare at the painter too much in fear that his portrait would come out crooked. She remembers when he laughed at her shyness. When the only peace in their lives was at his room.

The worried look on his stoic face when she fell from the roof and injured her arm with her grappling hook.

She remembers everything so clearly.

"Miche," she choked, her mind hadn’t registered how or why she cried. Only knowing that she needed to wipe her tears. No one could see her crying in a public place, it would bring attention to her.

"Miche, Miche, Miche," she repeated in a chant as she walked out of the building. Life and death separated them before. Now, it was the possibility of him not knowing her,

"Where are you?" narrowly avoiding the cars on every road she crossed.

Every muscle in her body begged her body to be rational. Have enough presence of mind to save herself from the coming cars. "I saw you and you were gone again." She sniffled when fatigue got to her at the park.

It was a cinematic experience, really. The orange glow of a setting sun as she walked along the park was abandoned after beginner skaters were confident of their skills. Haggard breaths at every move and an open bruise on her shins after she had tripped on herself.

She was numb to it. Right now, the only pain she wanted to soothe and knew how to do so was seeing his face again. If only her memories would’ve come back the same day he came through the restaurant's doors.

That had her eyes well up again. ‘Please end this pain’. Too caught up in thinking of an explanation she’d present to her grandparents at the main house, she didn’t even spare a glance at the stranger who bumped their shoulder against her, too engrossed in his textbook— again, to even stop and enjoy the setting sun’s view.

"I'm sorry, miss." He said, finally looking up when his feet dragged him away from her to even hear his apology. Oh. There was that pain from looking up and the shock from seeing his “Fraulein”.

Who made her cry like that? The drop of her shoulders and the sway of her body as their gazes met— it was the one like the one he saved from at Trost. Though she didn’t yell his name when he caught her.

"I know you!" Came her airy tone, her upper relaxing in his forearm and the textbook that had his attention on the ground behind him. Her eyes were wet again. Wide as she traced his face above her.

Even in this life, his eyes were as green as the gems royals wore. And the beard he loved to tickle her with.

"Miche!"

"That's me." He nodded, eyes beginning to form a screen of tears the longer the realisation set in. "Do you remember me?"

"I know I loved you so much." they blinked back tears that streamed at the sides of their faces, staining their shirts, to have a proper look at each other. "You called me Frau at the end of everything you said."

The first kiss to her forehead and to cradle her head in his hands as his thumbs wiped every tear. “It was short for Fraulein.”

Seeing him look so young and with so many dreams to him, and a genuine smile. She couldn’t help the sob that came out "Oh, Miche!"

"It's really you, oh god!"

"Hey, woah, careful. Might hurt yourself.” His eyes trailed down, following the faint scent of blood. “You already did!"

"You're in one piece," she cooed, still looking at him in a daze.

"That I am. We need to get you somewhere, your knees are bleeding."

“Oh,”

—Meanwhile—

Again the two in front of the portrait where they left her."Remember when they said their family was——" Reki raised his arms to exaggerate his point, "Spiritual and spooky," He looked to Langa when he didn't have an answer.

"Right yeah," His troubled blue eyes looked at him briefly then at museums corridors, turning around.

"Langa. What’s wrong?"

"Attention visitors, the exhibit will be closing in thirty minutes, please proceed to the front exit after collecting your belongings. Thank you for your visit”

"And no (Y/n)-senpai," Right? Where was (Y/n), they left her there at the same spot when she started hyperventilating? "We asked her to be our guide so we wouldn’t get lost . . . and we’re looking for her." She probably asked the staff the directions to the clinic, it’s not like she didn’t have a phone.

"Yeah, yeah like she doesn’t have a phone on her,"

"We can’t," with his answer Langa held up the phone encased in a clear case, swinging the charms in Reki’s face.

"ACK!"

Langa’s skateboard was already in his hold. "We should go to the restaurant,"

"WHAT? NO! Bad idea, why are you so calm?" The way Reki yelled and how the echoes bounced off of the walls had the same ginger-haired volunteer who told him to calm down in fear of knocking an artefact over, looking at him with eyes narrowed to slits. Ashamed, he turned around, walking with Langa out of the exhibit.

"He’ll kill us. Just so you know, Langa he’s overprotective of his little cousin."

"Then if it means finding (Y/n)-senpai, then let’s go,"

"He's a chef, Langa!"

"What’s your point, Reki?"

"He’ll turn us into soup to hide the evidence."

"Then to Kaoru’s then?"

With eyes beaming, Reiki pointed his finger at the sky. That ginger-haired volunteer can’t shush him now. “Or we go to Sha— Hiromi and ask him to drive us around in the most obvious spots!”

“So, all of Okinawa then, huh,”

“Oh shut up!”

——

Careful in his every move in fear of outing his ‘cover’, Joe’s gaze would flicker up to (Y/n) to see if her expression had changed. Then back to the foreigner who brought her in and asked for a washcloth and the first aid kit above the fire extinguisher. "What happened to you?" His question unanswered as she wiggled her toes for the blond across.

Then she looked at him, pointing at Miche."The exhibit stopped my life flashes."

"What?—" The door of his restaurant slammed open too violently, welcoming the harsh winds before a shower in. It was the two with the wheels of their skateboards nearly falling off.

"JOE! We’re really sorry. REALLY!" Reiki dropped down on his knees, clasped hands above his head as he bowed.

Unphased, Langa walked past Reki after closing the door to place her phone on the counter. "We couldn’t find (Y/n)-senpai. And her phone’s with us so we couldn’t call her . . ."

Instead of the wrath, they expected from him, or a disappointed look, all he did was sigh. Then looking at (Y/n) with a said disappointed look, his arms crossed. "She’s right there, get up, Reiki."

Ignoring Joe and the growing look of wonder on the two’s faces, she shrugged, bowing her head in an apology. "I’m sorry for the trouble."

—That Night, Miche’s condo—

"It’s been a long day," he yawned, closing the book he read earlier. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. It seemed that the growing manga collection since he arrived fascinated her. "Frau?"

She looked at him, put her hands behind her back and leaned against the frame of the door. Her eyes wandered in every nook of the orange-lit apartment. "This place is very you," even under the orange lights and the moon’s glow on her face, it was hard to believe that it was her.

Right here, right now.

"And very close to the university," With AC set to the highest temperature, he moved to make space on his bed and patted it. "C’mon,"

Instead of nodding, like she always did. Her eyes snapped out of its wonder, piercing at him with shock. She tensed up, and heat spread quickly across her face.

"A-are you insinuating that we— Miche we just met!" He stood up, adding more to her shock. It took only a few steps to be where she stood and towered over her. “Miche?”

He could only feign such a stoic expression for that long. "It’s really you," he laughed, pulling on both her cheeks to kiss her forehead. In the height of his love, he didn’t think only bending down to carry her. Swaying her.

"We can live out our dreams, frau," realising this, she let herself relax. Yes, those dreams of seeing the world beyond the walls. And seeing him smiling wide like that.

"Yeah, we can—"

Poink

And there he goes ruining the moment by throwing her body on the bed. Such a Miche-esque way to ruin their moment. He still laughed, throwing himself over her to tickle her face with his scruff. "Now sleep," he ordered, holding both her arms above her head, to pepper her face with all the kisses he wanted, taking that in that scent of her.

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In This Life and In the Next

NSFW! Do not read unless you are 18+

Miche and Erwin smut ahead (you’ve been warned)

She wasn’t sure what came over her that day. Perhaps it was the near death experience breathing life into her once again. When the dust settled, and saw the look of fear on her comrades faces her feet started to move on their own accord. Miche gave her a curious look, and Hanji’s eyes shined with glee as she stepped forward to join her. Dancing wasn’t in either one of their job descriptions, but it quickly brought a smile to their faces.

Erwin folded his arms with an amused expression. “There isn’t any music.” He stated bluntly.

“Sometimes you don’t need music.” Hanji replied, as her and Y/N linked arms spinning in a tight circle as delighted shrieks erupted from them.

Nanaba shrugged, a smile spreading on her lips as she joined them. The stunned look on Moblit’s face as Hanji dipped him caused Y/N to burst into laughter.

A small grin tugged at the corners of Levi’s lips until he caught Erwin’s knowing gaze. With a weak cough he stilled his face to the impassive expression he typically wore.

“Oh Comanderrrrr!” Hanji’s sang, pulling him into a dance. Erwin was taken by surprise as his long legs scrambled to catch up to the brutal pace Hanji had set.

Levi took a sip of his tea as the three recounted that day. “I’m happy you forced the Commander to dance.” Levi said with a sigh, “For once he didn’t look like he carried the weight of humanity.”

Y/N chuckled, “he even danced with me after Hanji had thrown him across the square.”

Hanji gasped, “I did not throw him. I attempted to pull him back into me and he let go.” They stated with a laugh.

“I only wish Miche had danced with you,” Levi said with a sigh.

“He did,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just not then.”

She recounted those late nights in his office. The candles had burned low, and all the piles of paperwork were finally finished. Another date night passed by as Y/N waited patiently for him to finish.

His back cracked when he finally stood up. With a glance out the window his face fell. “I did it again,” he said with a sigh. “Didn’t I?”

Y/N nodded, but offered him a soft smile. “It’s okay Miche.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said softly, as he tugged her out of her seat by their clasped hands.

Placing his hand at the small of her back he drew her in. Softly swaying in the candlelight the creak of the wooden floorboards were the only sound in the room. Hair framed his face as he gazed down at her, eyes full of adoration, and Y/N found her craving this simple intimacy that a date night couldn’t create.

Miche knew it was the little things that warmed her heart. He never stopped thinking of small ways to show he cared. Even with his death he’d left small pieces of himself behind in the form of handwritten letters in the event he met an untimely end.

“Miche did that?” Hanji exclaimed. Surprise evident on her face. “Would you two have walked away from all this?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not until we could live in a world free of titans. We’ve lost so many friends.”

“Remember when Moblit thought you blew up the lab?” Levi asked, turning to Hanji, soliciting chuckles from the other two.

The boom could be heard at the training grounds. Levi and Y/N’s heads snapped at the sound.

A figure covered in soot ran across the grounds, “Levi! Y/N! Come quick!” Moblit cried. “I think Hanji blew herself up!”

The three took off quickly, motioning for the cadets to follow. Erwin emerged from the castle at the sound of all the ruckus. “What’s going on?” He inquired, falling into step with them.

“Shitty glasses blew up the lab.” Levi grumbled, shaking his head.

“Dammit Hanji.” Erwin muttered under his breath.

When they finally arrived at the lab they saw Hanji emerge from the smoke, coughing profusely. “Hanji!” Y/N cried, stepping up to help them out of the debris.

“I’m okay.” They wheezed, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air.

The sound of ODM gear could be heard as Miche came into view. Cupping Y/N’s face his eyes ran over her inspecting her for injuries. “Are you okay?” He inquired, as Y/N nodded.

“I KNEW YOU WERE DATING!” Hanji cried. “Moblit my hypothesis was right!” They drawled on with a wild look in their eye. “I knew I heard you two getting it on last night!”

Levi and Erwin’s head snapped to Y/N and Miche, who had the good sense to look embarrassed. “So that’s why I’m not seeing the pathetic longing stares.” Levi mused, folding his arms across his chest. “You two disgust me.” He added, turning to Erwin who rolled his eyes at Levi and Hanji’s antics.

“You really were perfect for each other.” Hanji said softly. “I always imagined you two having the cutest babies.”

Y/N blushed, “we didn’t think this would be the life for kids.”

Levi sighed, “you were both right on that.” The only true veterans left were Y/N, Hanji, and himself. The fear of how much longer their little group would stay intact brought fear straight to his heart. “Still it would have been nice to have a piece of Miche running around.”

Y/N’s eyes weighed heavily at that statement. Levi knew she would have dwelled on the idea a lot, but he also knew she wouldn’t change that choice. It would have been selfish of her to bring a child into a life like this, and Miche and Y/N rarely acted on their own selfish desires.

“Remember when Hanji got the Commander to play seven minutes in heaven?” Levi asked, an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You mean when they forced us all to play?”

“We can’t let the cadets have all the fun!” Hanji exclaimed, pouring another glass of wine.

“Aren’t we a little old for drinking games?” Miche asked pointedly.

Hanji waved him off, “it’ll be a fun bonding experience!” Grabbing a felt hat she thrust it out, “now everyone put something personal in it.”

“Wait, that’s rigging it.” Y/N said, folding her arms across her chest. “You can just choose the item the person you want puts in. It’s not hard to guess an object by touch when you know what’s in there.”

“You really want this to be random Y/N?” Levi inquired, taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass.

Y/N shrugs, “isn’t that how the game is played?”

“Alright everyone close your eyes and I’ll get an item from each of you.”

Hanji passed the hat around, and once all the items were in place everyone opened their eyes. “Moblit you draw first.”

With a sigh he dug around in the hat bringing up an enamel pin that he couldn’t quite identify. “That’s my Titan pin!” Hanji beamed.

“Titan pin? That looks like hammered shit.” Levi stated bluntly.

“I made it myself!” Hanji snapped back. Before pulling Moblit in the awaited closet.

“Someone got a timer?” Miche asked, as Y/N flipped the hourglass over.

“How far do you think Moblit’s gonna go?” Nanaba inquired, as Levi snorted.

“How far do you think Hanji is going to go?”

Everyone laughed at Levi’s statement. “I bet Hanji doms hard.” Y/N added as a muffled ‘Yes section commander!’ Was squeaked out from the closet.

Erwin shook his head, “why on earth have you thought about that?”

Y/N shrugs, “I got a lot of time on my hands Commander.” Taking a sip of her wine she nodded at Levi, “that one has a brat kink.”

Levi’s stare turned predatory, “mind your manners brat.”

“Or what Levi?” Y/N inquired, smiling sweetly.

Nanaba snickered at the Captain's cool expression, and her fellow squad members challenging stare.

Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, “please tell me you have not made assumptions about everyone in this room.”

Y/N shrugs, “the truth is often shocking Commander.”

Miche laughs, “Erwin’s definitely got an authority kink.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, “that’s exactly what I thought!”

Miche gave her a high five as Erwin shook his head pouring another glass of whiskey. The closet burst open as Nanaba yelled time. Moblit stumbled out hickeys all over his skin, and a proud Hanji following behind.

“Moblit...you okay?” Y/N inquired as he looked at her with a dazed expression before nodding. He looked like he was on cloud nine.

“Who’s next?”

Miche reached into the hat pulling out a flower pendant. “Nanaba.”

“How did that feel watching him go into the closet with Nanaba?” Levi inquired.

Y/N let out a sigh, gripping the ceramic teacup. “We weren’t together at that time,” she stated with a shrug. “It hurt like hell though.”

Hanji sighed, “that’s the reason I made everyone play the damn game to begin with.”

“What?” Y/N asked, sitting up straight at Hanji’s revelation.

Hanji nodded, eyes focusing on a knot on the wood table. “I always wanted you and Miche to get together.” Her eyes flickered up, “whenever you were around each other it felt so natural. Like breathing.”

“Regardless, whatever happened in that closet with Erwin?” Levi inquired, with a tilt of his head. A blush bloomed on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What we heard was….spicey to say the least.” Hanji added. “Did you fuck the commander in seven minutes?”

Y/N laughed, “well since Erwin’s gone...I suppose I can reveal all the juicy details.”

The item felt cool and smooth in her hand. Y/N tried to focus on it, and not Nanaba who was currently in Miche’s lap. The color drained from her face when she pulled the medal out.

“Commander!” Hanji cried, their jaw hanging wide open at the pairing.

Y/N stood up, and the rush of butterflies danced in her stomach. Erwin set down his drink, and she felt his large palm on her shoulder. Leaning down his voice was low enough that only she could hear him, “by the way you’re trembling I’d say you like it when someone else is in control.”

That statement went straight to her core, as he guided her into the closet. The door closed with a click. Before her eyes could adjust to the light Erwin’s hands were on her. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Y/N found herself nodding enthusiastically as Erwin’s breath fanned her ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Erwin.”

“That’s Commander.” He corrected.

“Yes Commander.” She breathed as his lips latched on to her neck. He peppered kisses along her neck, turning her head he captured her lips. His kiss was demanding, and passionate. His hands were the only thing anchoring her to her body.

“How much do you want?”

Intoxicated on his kisses her mind could think of little else than him filling her. “All of it.”

“I like hearing you needy.” Erwin mused biting the junction between her neck and shoulder. “I can fuck you like this, or I can fuck you against the wall.” Erwin nipped at her ear, as she let out a small whine.

“Against the wall.” Y/N pleaded, before remembering to add, “please commander” at the end.

“Strip.” Erwin demanded, and she made quick work getting undressed.

The racket coming from the closet came as a shock to the group. “Are they…” Moblit trailed off.

“Fucking?” Levi supplied, taking another drink.

“Maybe they’re just making out?” Nanaba offered. “Y/N seems like she could be an...enthusiastic lover.”

Hanji burst out laughing, “she probably told Erwin to blow her back out.”

Y/N had no idea how much time was left as Erwin thrust into her. The stone wall he had her pressed against felt cool against her back, and the angle he was driving into her had her seeing stars. “Fuck Erwin, I’m so close.”

“Look at me when you cum.” He ordered, gripping her jaw firmly. His demand was enough to send her over he edge, “fuck Commander” she cried. By the look in his eyes he was close behind. With a few more thrusts he stilled in her. Letting her feet touch the floor he didn't let go of her until he knew she could stand. Tucking himself alway he quickly helped her get dressed.

As soon as Erwin had straightened her clothes the door flew open, and they both went back to their seats not sparing the closet or Hanji a second glance. “Did you guys just?” Hanji inquired.

“What are you trying to imply, Hanji?” Erwin’s stern expression shut them up.

“Nothing Sir.”

Hanji leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I knew it.”

Y/N shrugged, “the only other person who knew was Miche.”

Levi shook his head, “of course that bloodhound knew.” Taking another sip of his tea, “let me guess. Miche decided to mark his territory?”

Hanji’s jaw dropped, “did he?” Gripping Y/N’s arm tightly they were excited at the prospect of new gossip.

“He did.”

Eventually the party died down, and Y/N found herself in the halls next to Miche. Leaning over her she heard him sniffing. “You smell like Erwin.” He hissed.

“Nothing happened.” Y/N said tucking her hair behind her ear.

Miche gave her an incredulous look, “I can’t even smell you.” Shaking his head his fists clenched, “you can’t lie to me about this.”

Y/N folded her arms across her chest with embarrassment, “so what? We’re two consenting adults.” She said simply, “you looked cozy enough with Nanaba.”

“We didn’t even!” As the words escaped Miche’s lips his eyes widened, and he went silent.

“You didn’t have sex?” Y/N finished for him. “Let me guess she sucked your dick?” She inquired, with a knowing look. Miche ran his fingers through his hair formulating his next words. A habit that was typical for the tall man. He was never quick to choose words. They were always slow, and calculated.

“It was just a game.” He said simply. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Y/N gave him a slight nod, “exactly. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Wait so you didn’t get together that night?” Levi sat his teacup down with raised eyebrows.

Y/N shook her head, “I wouldn’t have felt right jumping from Erwin to Miche that quickly.”

“Or Miche hopping for Nanaba to you?” Levi added.

Y/N shrugged, “we knew after parting that night we both felt the same way. We wanted it to mean something when we actually decided to pursue a relationship.”

“When did you actually hook up?” Hanji inquired, resting her cheek against her palm.

A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she recounted the memory.

“You wanted to see me Commander?”

Erwin’s sharp gaze flickered up at her voice. Setting the pen down he leaned back in his chair. “Any potentials among the cadets?”

The chair squeaked as she took a seat in front of his oak desk. “A couple, but none that would get along well with Miche or Levi.”

Erwin nodded thoughtfully, “perhaps I’ll give you a squad.” Shaking his head at the thought, “I’m sure Miche would be in my office first thing to complain.” Resting his elbows on his desk he seemed to be lost in thought. Y/N watched the wheels turning in his mind as silence filled the room. “I think another squad would be beneficial,” Erwin concluded. “There is something I need you to do for me,” he said standing up to grab a small packet of papers. Picking up his pen he made quick work of the forms. “Give these to Miche,” he said, handing them to her. The ink hadn’t even dried. “You’re officially a squad leader.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “thank you Commander.”

Erwin’s smile was genuine, “you’ll make a good leader.” He paused, debating whether or not to speak plainly. “If you could convince Miche not to storm my office that would be appreciated,” Erwin said with a chuckle. “He’s rather fond of you.”

Blinking at Erwin’s statement Y/N wondered what exactly Erwin knew. Before she could ask Erwin chose to speak first. “Relationships between officers and their subordinates have always been frowned upon,” he began his tone delicate, treading lightly. “You are no longer a subordinate,” blue eyes held a hint of mirth in them. “You’re dismissed.”

Before Y/N could respond he’d already turned his attention back to the mountains of paperwork. If she hadn’t been mistaken, Erwin had practically given her his blessing to pursue Miche. Tension in her shoulders eased. Thankfully their romp in the closet had not meant anything more then carnal desires to him as well.

Leaving Erwin’s office she made her way down the hall to Miche’s. Lightly knocking on the door she heard Miche’s voice welcoming her in. Opening the door she found Miche squatting before the fireplace throwing another log on. Emerald eyes slid up her frame, and a pleased look came across his face at her presence. “Y/N, what can I do for you?”

Thrusting the stack of papers into his hands she stuttered out, “the Commander has given me new orders.”

Miche stood up stunned at her words, quickly flipping through them fury prickling under his skin. If this was Erwin’s way of getting closer to Y/N he was prepared to challenge his orders. “He’s given you a promotion?” Miche inquired, an attempt at keeping his voice even.

“Yes, Erwin thinks we need a new squad,” Y/N explained wringing her hands. “There’s potential among the new recruits, but I don’t think you or Levi would care for them,” she explained.

Sharp eyes observed her as she spoke. “He also mentioned that I could pursue a relationship with another officer this way,” bashful eyes flickered down as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Miche froze at her statement. “That will be very convenient for the two of you,” his jaw was clenched tight as he tried to contain the jealousy that boiled in his blood.

Y/N’s head snapped up at his statement. “Miche, I was talking about you.”

Miche’s eyebrows rose, “me?”

“Erwin didn’t want you busting down his door over this,” Y/N explained. “He was giving us his blessing as our Commanding officer.”

Miche took a step closer to her sparks at the tips of his fingers as he reached out to touch her. “You want this?” He inquired, his large hand cupping her cheek.

“Ever since I met you,” she confessed leaning into his touch. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her lips. Hands sliding down her body to lift her off the ground.

Large hands gripped her thighs as he sat her on the edge of the desk. Groping the soft flesh his lips worked against hers. Fingers carded through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, and she took the opportunity to suck on it. This only made him more eager, leaning into her as she pulled him closer. His hands slid up to her hips pulling her against his thigh encouraging her to grind against him. A soft moan escaped her throat as she rutted against his leg. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. Dragging his lips against her neck she felt him trail kisses to the crook of her neck. A sharp pain had her arching into him as he bit down. Nails dug into his biceps as he soothed the bite mark with his tongue.

“Fuck you’re intoxicating,” he said inhailing her scent. Reaching for her ODM straps she quickly started removing them, and he made quick work of his own. Tugging at her shirt for approval she grabbed it by the hem peeling it off. Miche groaned at the sight of her flesh. Soft and supple in all the right places. Calloused fingers traced the plains of her body. Shuttering under his touch she tugged at the hem of his shirt feeling vulnerable under his gaze. Pulling his shirt off he let it fall to the floor somewhere at his feet. Removing the fabric covering her breasts his eyes were eager to drink her in, greedy for anything she was willing to give him. Her soft hands traced his stomach muscles, lust filled eyes taking in his pecks eager to watch them move under his skin.

Her breasts filled the palm of his hands. The weight feeling like heaven in his hands. A sharp inhale ignited a fire in him as he brushed his thumb against her nipple. Sensitive to his touch he captured one in his mouth as he rolled the other with his thumb. Her hands found purchase in his hair as needy whimpers escaped her lips. “Miche,” she pleaded, as he released her breast to pay attention to her other. He’d pushed her back against his desk as he continued his slow ministrations. Pulling soft pleas from her lips he felt her hips wiggle desperate to grind against him. “I’m going to make you feel good baby,” he said, kissing her navel. “Can you be a good girl and sit on my face?”

(E/C) eyes opened wide, as she nodded eagerly. Helping her out of the rest of her clothes she straddled his face. Engulfed in her scent he was desperate to taste her. Gripping the junction of her hips and thighs he pulled down so she was seated on his face, as he desperately lapped at her clit. Her juices were sweet on his tongue with a refreshing aftertaste.

Gripping the edge of the desk she rocked her hips chasing that high. “Shit Miche,” she said with a blissful sigh. Slipping his fingers into her he started working her over to accommodate him. When he started sucking on her bundle of nerves the stimulation became too much. Clamping around his fingers, her juices coated his face and he made sure to lick up as much as he could.

“Let me make you feel good Miche,” she purred as she settled between his thighs. Sitting up with his back against the desk to get a better view she gave his velvety head a few strokes before sucking him between her lips. Throwing his head back at the sudden suction. Eager to watch her lips on his cock he brushed her hair into his hands softly guiding her further down his shaft. “Fuck Y/N, just like that.”

Humming against his shaft his grip tightened on her hair. Heady eyes focused on the hypnotic bob of her head. The occasional “pop” when he slipped out of her mouth driving him wild. Long fingers reached between her legs to toy with her folds as she sucked him off. “I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around me,” he breathed.

Releasing him she climbed onto his lap, so she was straddling his hips. “You ready,” he asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She nodded eagerly, “are you?” Giving her a deep kiss he murmured against her lips, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He confessed.

“Me too,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.

Grabbing his dick she guided him into her. She was tight as he felt him pressing into her entrance. “It’ll fit,” she assured, dragging him through her slick. “I like the stretch,” she said with a groan as she finally sank onto his length. His fingers dug into the fat of her ass as she adjusted to him. His forehead buried in the crook of her neck as he tried to focus on anything but cumming.

Slowly she started to rock her hips finding the angle she craved. “Fuck you’re tight,” he grunted feeling her walls grip him. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. Watching her fingers slip down her body to her bundle of nerves. Pupils blown wide he took in the steady rock or her body, the bouncing of her breasts and the ecstasy that was painted on her face. “I like seeing you get yourself off on my cock.”

He felt her throbbing on him as her orgasm shook through her body. Gripping her hips he started thrusting into her to fuck her through her orgasm. Her soft cries carrying him further to his own release. Pulling out he came over her thighs. He had her hips in an iron grip as he came down from his own high. Sitting her down on the floor her grabbed a towel to clean her up.

Her shapely thighs were still shaking from her orgasm as he cleaned his seed from her. Carrying her to the bed that was attached to his office he laid them both down, pulling her on top of his chest. Running his fingers down her back they let a comfortable silence fall as they basked in each other’s presence.

Y/N made her way back up the stairs of the keep. Levi and Hanji had gone to bed a little while ago, and had left her to her own memories. Opening the door to the room she shared with Miche she’d expected to see him filling out paperwork at his desk, but found the room cold and empty with the ghost of his memory.

Dragging her hand across the desk she hoped to bring that night back, but was disappointed to find herself alone. She thought back to what he told her.

“We’ll always find each other. In this life and in the next.”

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