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23 | she/her resident evil/jjba/snk brainrot | os & fics.

[noriette]

hitoshi quietly observing and making sure reader is safe and doing alright while having a secret crush on the reader before they even properly meet?

but he doesn't dare try to talk to them, thinking reader wouldn't like him nor want to befriend him and that they'd think he was only trying to brainwash them, but it's all in his head

overall, sweet angst with hitoshi ♡

btw, i love how appealing your blog looks and how good your writing is!

hitoshi is scared to talk to you face to face, so he observes you from afar until he gets transferred to class-a

hitoshi watched you at a faraway table in the cafeteria, seeing you giggle and eat with your friends. you smiled and laughed with mina and kyoka, cracking up whenever mina made a certain joke, though hitoshi didn’t know what it was about. they were safe people, sometimes the ones to put themselves in harm's way, but never risking their friend’s lives instead of their own.

hitoshi liked the idea that your friends were good people. they protected you, and you protected them and yourself in return. you were simply looking out for each other.

though when he saw you hanging out with bakugo, his heart tinged with worry. he was known for being reckless, acting out during class, and being aggressive. the boy had a temper, and hitoshi always kept an eye on you when the two of you were together. he couldn’t risk you getting hurt.

you were too pretty, too smart, too powerful, too kind, you had your whole life ahead of you. he had to keep an eye on you so you could stay safe, after all, you could change the world someday. he knew you changed his.

hitoshi wasn’t close with his classmates, far from it, actually. he hardly greeted them or said goodbye, as he was too focused on his studies and you. sometimes his classmates would catch him staring at you from a distance away, tap him on the shoulder, and say he was being weird.

soon, those words affected him. he thought he was weird just for trying to make sure you were okay and safe, but that was odd to others. eventually, he thought he should just go up to you and start a conversation, become friends, best friends, then lovers.

though it wasn’t that simple. hitoshi never went up to you in the first place.

hitoshi was discriminated against as soon as he joined preschool and was around other people. whether it was a teacher, a student, or even a relative, they always told him he couldn’t be a hero with a quirk like his. everyone was scared to answer his questions or even talk to him, afraid he would brainwash them and become a villain later on in life. he didn’t want you to think that.

so he mainly isolated himself from others, but many people at UA still believed he could become a hero. maybe you would believe that too.

he continued to train with mister aizawa after the sports festival, getting used to his new scarf after months of having trouble and getting tangled in it. he was never sure if he could transfer to your class, if he would ever be able to see you up close, to maybe have a conversation with you.

hitoshi just didn’t want you to judge him. he doubted you would.

but when the day came, and he had enough skill, he joined your class and walked into the heights alliance. he was nearly sweating from being nervous, although he was in his hero costume. mister aizawa introduced him, and a swarm of boys came up to him and started cheering.

hitoshi frowned, you were nowhere to be seen. he knew you normally kept to yourself when people came over to talk to you and your friends, choosing to stay silent and rather listen to what was happening, like him.

he tapped his foot impatiently, ignoring and blocking out the sounds of the boys calling out for his name, just occasionally murmuring a ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’ when they asked him a question or complimented him.

his eyes scattered across the large room, still not seeing you until he looked at the couch. he spotted familiar pink hair, mina’s, right next to you.

his eyes widened, and when you slowly turned your head to look at the commotion, your eyes locked. his heart rate immediately picked up, he could feel and hear it beating in his chest. he felt like he was going to pass out, this was probably the first time you’ve noticed him. he stopped tapping his foot on the ground and stared at you for a while.

suddenly, mister aizawa tapped hitoshi on the shoulder and nodded, telling him to say goodbye for a bit. he needed to be shown his new room.

he hesitantly walked away, though not before looking back at you and your curious eyes. before he turned the corner to walk upstairs, you tilted your head and smiled, then went back to quietly talking to mina.

hitoshi slept well that night, thinking about how he would get to be in the same classroom as you. who knows, maybe eventually you’d be paired to go on missions together if you went to the same agency! maybe your quirks would work well together.

but oh, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you smiled at him before he left, almost as if you’d seen him before. he tossed and turned, however. you often didn’t even spare a glance at someone if you didn’t know them.

have you noticed him before?

hehe decided to add some mystery to the end!! sry if this wasn’t angsty enough, i tried. might write a part two if enough people are interested in me making one

[vanishingstarrs]

cat distribution system ( s. aizawa x reader, slow burn, coworkers to lovers trope OR you and your coworker send cat photos back and forth while flirting mildly ) ( this is literally shota and reader being cat dorks, part two me thinks :p )

p.s. after leaving you on read, a simple thumbs up to acknowledge your text, aizawa showed up outside your classroom with a bag of lunch from your favorite restaurant, his way of apologizing for his rudeness the other day, you ate lunch together in silence before hizashi interrupted with cries over his lack of lunch (of course aizawa had gotten him some), it was all sort of perfect in its own way, until it wasn’t…

[alexsummerz]

narancia ghirga by me | insta : bornthishwei

[emulatedphoenix]

JoJo art dump

[princerat]

Based on that one tweet

[alexsummerz]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Reiner Braun/Reader, Reiner Braun & Reader, Reiner Braun/You, Reiner Braun/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Reiner Braun, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Gabi Braun, Falco Grice, Zofia (Shingeki no Kyojin), Udo (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Grisha Yeager, Dina Yeager | Dina Fritz, Eren Kruger, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Theo Magath Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemy Lovers, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Reiner Braun Has Issues, Depressed Reiner Braun, Sad Reiner Braun, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Season/Series 04, Marley (Shingeki no Kyojin) Summary:

Rejecting everything Mahr stands for, Hilda Edelweiss infiltrates the army with a single aim: to destroy the regime. When she crosses paths with Reiner Braun, a warrior who has returned from Paradise, she sees him as both a potential threat and a means of achieving her goals. If Reiner is a pawn of the regime, then he is also a gateway to a world she wants to burn.

[southside-otaku]

AND YATA MISAKI (K) LIKE ALL MY MEN BE THE SAME IN DIFFERENT FONT

[alexsummerz]

jean kirstein made by me :p

my insta: @/bornthishwei twi : @/crylaufeyson

[sug4rbrry]

WHO ELSE?!?!?

[lanadelreylover11]

I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

[sug4rbrry]

unfinished

jean kirstein x reader college au, ex!jean kirstein x reader

warnings: smut, exes, college au, cocky jean, mean(?) jean, (idk what else)

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Jean Kirstein. The boy in your college French class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 11-12:30 pm.

He sat a row in front of you with a few of his friends. He was incredibly cocky but smart, he was the smartest in the class. You hated him.

Yes, there was one time you two hooked up at a party your sophomore year in college.

And the time you were his girlfriend for 6 months after that…

But, nothing ever happened again. You two left it behind you.

After all, you hated him and he was a dick and he’s your ex boyfriend.

Regardless…

You took this class to get your language credit out of the way and it was your hardest class this semester. You were smart, you had good grades but Jean was better. This irked you so so so much.

You were used to being #1 in everything. Sports, music, and school. When you met Jean it changed.

Even when the two of you dated, there was always this competitive nature between you two. Some may say this is what caused the fall out of you two.

Jean broke up with you in a brutal way, at least that’s how you felt at the time.

“I’m sorry, I found someone else,” the words that would cloud your thoughts forever, along with the image of the new girl standing directly next to him.

Jean rarely spoke to you after that, and if he did, it was to brag about how he got a better grade than you.

It's Thursday, 11:15 am, your professor had just handed back the exam you had taken last Thursday. The professor gets to Jean first, then you. You don’t look up to see Jean’s reaction, you don’t care. Right?

He hands you your exam, you look at the top of the page, 75%. C. In BIG fat red ink.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath because what the fuck is this score?

Unfortunately for you, Jean hears you. He turns around to look at you, “So what score did you get, Y/n?”

“Fuck off Jean,” You tell him, fed up already. It's not even noon.

You never get C’s. Your worst grade was an 85% and THAT was pushing it for you. You were distraught over a C.

“Well, I got a 98%, was a pretty tough exam,” He gives you the most condescending smirk you have ever seen.

You ignore him, you always try to ignore him. But, that never stops him. Jean is relentless.

You hate him.

“Y/n cmonn, just tell me what you got, I won’t judge” Now he’s leaning on your desk space, pissing you off even more.

“I said fuck off Jean.” And lucky for you, the professor starts class. Unable to hear his voice for a second more.

12:30 comes a lot quicker than you realize. Your professor dismisses class so you try to pack up as quickly as possible to avoid him.

You begin to walk out of class when someone grabs your backpack, “Hey. Stop, we weren’t done talking earlier.”

“Jean would you please just leave me alone,” You try to walk away

“Aw someones in a bad mood,” The same condescending smirk from before making another appearance. You roll your eyes and continue walking away, “Hey, wait for real. I can help you study!”

You freeze and slowly turn around, his proposal pissing you off more than ever. “I do not need YOUR help Jean.”

“Well you clearly did worse than me, my bad for trying to help, bitch,”

Before you could turn around, he was gone.

THREE WEEKS LATER

It had been three weeks since the last interaction between you and Jean. The last thing he said to you, was calling you a bitch.

It was Thursday again and you were getting another exam back. Same as three weeks ago, the professor gave Jean his test, then yours. You look at the top of your exam, hoping for a better score than last time.

65%. D. In Big. Red. Ink.

You gave no reaction this time. However, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Embarrassed. How could this happen?

You studied, you did everything you were supposed to. What wasn’t clicking?

“Y/n.” You look up from your paper to see your professor, “See me after class please,”

Jean hears this and starts giggling in front of you when your professor says, “You too Kirstein,”

Fuck. This time said internally.

12:30 doesn’t come quickly. Time DRAGS and you are only getting more anxious. It is agonizing sitting here so long. Waiting and waiting for what your professor will possibly say to the both of you.

You’re not paying attention, you’re not taking notes.

“Class is dismissed,”

That wakes you out of your trance, and you start to pack up your belongings. Everyone files out of the classroom except for you and Jean. You both walk up to the professor’s desk.

“So, Y/n, you’ve been struggling a lot more than the rest of the class the past few weeks, and I don’t know what's going on but I know you’re better than this,”

Ouch.

“Jean, I am asking that you please meet with Y/n at least once a week to assist her with this class. I’m hoping you will help me out here as you are the best in this class, somehow,”

This is not what you wanted. Not ever in a million years. You hate Jean. Right?

Yes. You hated him.

You try to argue with him but he quickly shuts it down, “Y/n you’re going to graduate next semester and you need this class to do so, I wouldn’t argue,”

“No problem, I’ll help her,” Jean tells your professor, oddly calm.

“Thank you Jean, you two are dismissed,”

You walk out of the classroom, tears welling up in your eyes yet again. Forced to work with your ex boyfriend, the asshole who shattered your heart.

You were pissed.

“Y/n wait I need your number,” Jean calls after you.

You sigh and stop walking, you compose yourself and turn around, “You shouldn’t need it, it's the same as before,”

“I uh, I don’t have it anymore,” He tells you.

For some reason this aches your heart a bit but why would he keep your number? He broke up with you for someone else.

“Oh my bad, here,” And you give him your number.

“I’ll text you later okay?” He is being oddly nice. You’re growing very wary.

You ignore him and walk away, going to your apartment for the rest of the day.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You’re sitting at your desk getting some homework done when your phone buzzes, you pick it up to see the promised message from Jean.

My apartment, tomorrow night, 7 pm. You know where I live, that work for you?

Ugh, he was actually going to help you. And at his apartment, where he lives alone.

Maybe his girlfriend will be there to keep an eye on him. Whatever.

You respond back with a quick thumbs up emoji. Ending the convo as fast as possible.

THE NEXT NIGHT 6:30 PM

You’re getting ready to study. You’re wearing nothing special, just a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. You are not making an effort for this man.

You’re about to leave, making sure you have everything you need for this dreaded study session.

No makeup but you DID take an everything shower. For no reason in particular. At least that's what you’re telling yourself.

After a short car ride, you arrive at his apartment complex. The same apartment complex you used to be at almost every day for six months of your life.

You text Jean that you’re here so he can let you in. You grab your backpack and make the walk up to his apartment.

He lets you in as soon as you get there, almost like he was waiting for you.

He has no shirt on and just a pair of shorts. Of course he had no shirt on. He was basically a slut after all. Same slut who broke your heart, you remind yourself.

“You can sit over there on the couch, do you want anything?” He asks you.

“No, I’m fine.” You walk over to the couch and sit.

After a few minutes, he walks over to the couch to sit with you, but now he has a shirt on, damn.

“So, how can I help you with French?” A certain smirk growing on his face.

“You can’t,” You respond back in a pissy tone.

He sighs, “Then why did you come here Y/n?”

“I was forced to Jean.” You tell him matter of factly.

“No, you weren’t. It was just a suggestion.” He is still so oddly calm.

“Whatever,” You hiss back.

He sighs again, “You can leave, but I know you won’t”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask with your eyes widened.

“Nothing, just tell me what you need help with Y/n”

You pull out your notebook and French textbook, “To be honest, I don’t even know where I’m messing up,”

“Okay, let me see your notes,” You hand him your notebook. “Y/n. There aren’t any notes in here.”

“Oh, I must’ve given you the wrong notebook,” And that you did. You gave him your journal. And before you realized it, it was too late. He was flipping through the pages.

And then he starts reading them, “Oh! I hate Jean Kirstein. Damn, tell me how you really feel,”

You gasp, realizing what you had given him, “Please stop Jean,”

He laughs, “No thank you, this is interest- oh…” His pause terrifies you. “Jean is a fucking slut,” He reads out loud.

You quickly try to defend yourself, “Listen Jean, that was a long time ago, I was hurt over the break up, god I shouldn’t even be here,”

“No no Y/n, I think you’re exactly where you need to be actually,” The cockiness begins to come out.

He inches closer to you, putting his hand on your thigh. You’re already aching. You’ve missed his touch so much.

“Jean, don’t you have a girlfriend?” You ask breathlessly.

He laughs, “No, broke up with her a long time ago,”

As his hand is still trailing, you try to get words out without moaning. You’re able to ask, “Why?” before he grips your thigh causing you to let out a small moan, one you’ve been trying so hard to contain.

He moves closer to your face, “She wasn’t you,” he tells you before kissing you. You kiss back, you can’t help it. It felt so natural.

One hand is on your jaw, forcing you to look at him, the other is touching your clothed area.

At this point, all hatred for him is out the window, you need more.

Still looking at you, you start to grind against his hand, begging for more friction.

This makes him laugh and pull his hand away, “Slow down Y/n, thought you hated me,”

“I-I” You try to get out.

“I-I” He mocks you, “C’mon Y/n, be a big girl,”

You don’t respond, he has barely touched you and you’re already a whimpering mess.

“Some things never change, huh?”

He lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, “Tell me what you want,”

You don’t respond, you just look up at him with glossy eyes.

“I thought you missed me though baby,” He teases you.

“I-I never said that,” But somehow here you are, under him.

He gets closer and grabs your jaw again, “Oh yeah? What about the part in your journal that says I miss Jean and the way he fucks me. What about that?”

You’re silent again, he takes notice.

“Exactly baby, so tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to touch me,”

“Where? Use your words.” He puts part of your hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

“You know where, don’t make me say it,”

“Well then guess you’re not getting anything,”

“Wait, Jean please, I want you here,” You grab his hand and lead it to where he was before, still clothed.

“There we go, now let's get these off huh?” He pulls your sweatpants and panties off in the same motion, wasting zero time.

He teases your hole and slowly puts one finger in, you let out a moan. You hadn’t been touched since him.

“More,” You beg, “Please Jean one more,”

He listens and inserts two fingers, pumping in and out. This is so much for you, it had been a year and a half since he last touched you. It’s almost like you waited for him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He uses the nickname he always used to call you.

“Y-yes,” You say in between moans.

His long, thick fingers working into you, making you so incredibly weak. He is so amused by your reaction, almost like he was saving this for you. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and continues fingering you at a fast pace. You can’t do anything but give him moan after moan.

“Such a good girl, always have been,”

He somehow is reaching all of the perfect spots, “Fuck Jean please,”

“Please what Y/n? Speak up baby,”

“I’m gonna- fuck i’m gonna cum,” But he stops.

“Not yet sweetheart,” With the same condescending smirk he’s been wearing for the last three weeks.

You whine objections but he doesn’t care. He sits you up so you’re no longer laying on the couch, he stands up and you start to get worried, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere baby, relax,” he laughs a bit at your instant concern. He takes his shorts off and starts to take his shirt off as well. He sits back down on the couch, leans over to you, and takes off your shirt, “Wow, still as gorgeous as I remember,”

He lifts you up a bit and sits you down on his lap, not putting himself in just yet.

He’s big and he knows it, people don’t call him a horse for nothing.

“We don’t have to do this Y/n, if this is going too far, tell me,”

“No, please, I want to Jean, I’ve wanted to,”

“Okay baby, tell me if it gets too much, safe word is red,” The same safe word as before.

He kisses your forehead and sits you down on his cock. The feeling is almost instant, the both of you moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, I forgot how good your pussy is, feels so good,”

You’re a mess already and he isn’t even all the way in.

He finally stretches you out, sitting you down all the way, making you start to tear up. You hadn’t been fucked since him. Jean notices the tears welling up in your eyes, “Oh no, is my baby crying?”

It’s sweet but as usual, condescending. “You can take it Y/n, I know you can” he reminds you, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He makes you do zero work, he’s holding your hips, moving you up and down at the perfect speed. Your arms around his neck, gripping his mullet.

He’s hitting your spot perfectly. He always did.

“J-Jean, I think I-“ You start to tell him.

He stops.

“W-what, Jean please.” You whine, your voice is desperate. You ARE desperate.

“Sorry baby, maybe you can cum once you study some French.” The stupid smirk is back.

He still has you sat on his cock. Your head buried into his neck. You try to move to get some sort of friction.

“Don’t.” He warns

So, you stop.

He picks up your French book and starts asking you questions.

You get an answer wrong? SMACK

You get an answer right? He lifts your hips, and slams you down on his cock, hard.

This goes on until your basically fucked out. You’ve cried, begged, whined, everything in the last hour. But you still haven’t cum. Jean is antagonizing you.

“Okay Y/n, one more question. If you get it right, you can cum.” He’s rubbing your back, consoling you. He feels slightly bad for the game he’s put on.

“How do you say ‘I love you’ in French?”

This wasn’t on any test, especially this late into the semester, “Je t'aime” You answer.

“Good girl,” He picks you up and lays you down on the couch. “You okay Y/n?”

Still very dazed and confused, you shake your head yes instead of verbally answering.

Jean notices.

He leaves the room and is back shortly after with some of his clothes. He dresses you in a big t shirt and some shorts.

“Hey, look at me,” he tells you, “You’re okay” He holds you in his arms. The cockiness completely disappearing. He had a soft spot for you deep down. “I’m sorry for being a little rough,”

“It’s alright Jean, I’m okay.” You let him hold you.

“Listen Y/n, I really missed you”

“Jean I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, just stay with me tonight,”

“Okay, Jean”

You stayed with Jean for the night. You missed him too. You never really hated him.

But was it smart to be there?

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part 2…?

[alexsummerz]

Reiner x OC Fanfiction : 4.

The new recruits were gradually getting used to their new life within the Survey Corps. Far from the relative comfort of the Training Brigade, they were now discovering the strict discipline, overwhelming responsibilities, and heavy atmosphere that prevailed in this unit. For many, it was the first time they truly realized what it meant to serve under Levi and the tactical squad.

Meanwhile, Hanji was tasked with supervising the experiments on Eren, aimed at helping him master his Titan transformation. These experiments were perilous and required the presence of the rest of the tactical squad as reinforcements, except for Esha, whom Levi had assigned to another task: supervising the new recruits.

This mission did not particularly bother the young woman. She was patient and pedagogical, and it had allowed her to get to know this new people a little better by explaining to the new recruits how extra-mural expeditions worked, giving them advice, and ensuring they understood the realities of the field. In addition to theoretical lessons, she also supervised their physical training, mainly to ensure that everything went smoothly.

It was during these moments spent with them that she began to notice something strange. A silent game seemed to have settled between her and Reiner Braun. Nothing obvious, nothing deliberately emphasized, but it was there. Sometimes, when she looked up, she found his golden gaze fixed on her. Other times, she caught herself staring at him for a bit too long, intrigued without really knowing why. It was neither defiance nor a real visual confrontation, but rather a tacit, fleeting exchange that left behind an indefinable sensation. She didn’t quite understand what it meant or why this boy awakened an unusual curiosity in her.

And yet, it lingered. Like a discreet shadow, this sensation gradually seeped into her mind, and she couldn’t entirely shake it off. She didn’t pay it more attention than necessary, but whenever their eyes met again, she couldn’t deny the effect it had on her.

That morning, she accompanied them to an outdoor training ground. The recruits were going through various endurance and physical exercises.

Suddenly, Connie and Sasha, true to themselves, were joking despite the intensity of the effort, trying to motivate their comrades by throwing out absurd challenges.

"Hey, Sasha, do you think Reiner could beat Esha in close combat? She looks so strong… " Connie said with a mischievous glance at his companion.

Sasha, who never lacked words, burst out laughing before answering:

"I don’t know, but I’d love to see that. Especially since he's supposed to be one of the strongest in our squad and to be honest this session is getting kind of boring."

Their voices gradually attracted the attention of the other recruits, and soon, all eyes turned to Esha, who observed the scene with a neutral expression. A slight amused smile touched her lips, but she rolled her eyes, not really interested in these ego contests.

"Not interested," she calmly muttered, her arms firmly crossed over her chest.

Reiner, who had remained silent until then, shrugged.

"Me neither," he simply replied.

Seeing that both involved parties seemed to avoid the challenge, Connie didn’t hesitate to stir the pot.

"Oh, I see… You’re afraid of humiliating yourself in front of everyone, like when Annie beat you?"

Reiner abruptly turned his head toward him, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise and annoyance.

"What? Of course not!"

Connie’s remark had definitely piqued the interest of the whole group, and Esha, watching the scene with growing curiosity, raised an eyebrow. This was getting more and more entertaining.

Her gaze shifted from Connie to Reiner, her attention focused on the irritation that the latter didn’t seem to be hiding. Finally, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and without really understanding why, she felt compelled to respond, intrigued by how things could unfold.

"You know what? Actually, I’m in," she said with a challenging air, a spark of curiosity in her eyes.

Reiner seemed surprised by the sudden change in her behavior but still responded

"Alright, if you all want it."

The group quickly scattered to form a circle around them, creating a space large enough for the two fighters to face off. Esha stood ready, her muscles tense under her bronzed skin, observing Reiner, who, while maintaining a confident stance, prepared to use his brute strength to dominate the fight. It was an approach he always adopted, as few people had ever been able to challenge him. Annie, of course, had been one of the rare exceptions.

"Please, don’t be too hard on me," Esha said pretending to tremble under the pressure.

Reiner stared at her for a moment, a small glint in his eyes, before launching into the attack. He attempted a first approach, seeking to grab Esha to neutralize her. But, against all expectations, she reacted with lightning speed, dodging his attack with a simple, fluid movement. Without giving him a break, she immediately counterattacked, her movements precise and instinctive. In the blink of an eye, she managed to sweep his footing, making him crash to the ground with disconcerting ease.

A stunned silence fell over the spectators, who hadn’t expected to see Reiner, taken down so quickly. Sasha and Connie, wide-eyed, burst into laughter as they expressed their admiration.

"Wow" Connie exclaimed, unable to contain his laughter. "Reiner got destroyed!"

"Again.." Sasha added mischievously.

Lying on the ground, Reiner stared at the sky for a moment, his eyes wide open. Then he blinked before smiling softly. Far from being offended, he was simply intrigued. He had rarely been taken down so quickly.

He slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing attentively at the young woman standing before him. There was something different about Esha. Annie had beaten him with her speed and agility, and that was what he had just experienced again, but he also felt an unusual strength in the young woman’s movements. It wasn’t just speed; there was an amount of strength that he hadn’t seen coming.

"To be honest, it’s mostly a matter of technique," she said, her face relaxed and amused, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "I could teach you if you want, but I’m not really sure I could beat you in brute strength," she added, glancing up and down at his muscular frame.

Reiner, still on the ground, finally decided to get up. Connie, always energetic, immediately intervened.

"Oh, I know! How about an arm-wrestling match now, and we’ll settle it once and for all!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

But Esha shook her head with a smile before replying in a firm yet pleasant tone.

"No, no," she cut him off. "Maybe another time, at most. But for now, it’s late, and training is over. Enough joking around—pack up your things and head back with me."

She then turned and gestured for the recruits to follow her, her smile lingering as she thought about how this training session had unfolded.

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As the evening had fallen over the castle the soldiers gathered around the tables in the canteen, sharing a moment of calm after a long day. The smell of stew and fresh bread mixed with the humid evening air, and the dim light of the lamps created a soothing atmosphere. The recruits, tired but pleased with their progress, chatted joyfully while eating, while the more experienced soldiers exchanged anecdotes and familiar laughter.

Esha was sitting at a table, surrounded by her squad, her plate almost empty in front of her. Petra was recounting the day's events, an unmistakable worry still lingering on her face.

"So, you know, today Eren transformed again, but… he struggled to control his power," Petra explained, her eyes slightly narrowed as she recalled the scene. "He eventually transformed, but it was later than expected. We all jumped, but in the end, it was more fear than harm. He just seemed a bit… lost."

Esha slowly nodded, swallowing a bite of her meal.

"That must be completely disorienting for him. I imagine it’s normal that he can’t trigger it at will, yet" she replied, her voice full of understanding.

Petra paused for a moment to consider Esha’s response before offering a soft smile.

"You know, I feel like we can trust him. Even if he struggles to understand how it works, I can tell he’s really trying to master his transformation. He has that determination we all recognize—he truly doesn’t want to disappoint us."

"He won’t disappoint us," Esha agreed.

At that moment, a loud burst of laughter echoed from the other side of the room, followed by an excited exclamation.

"Hey, you’ll never guess! Reiner got totally crushed by our supervisor today!" Connie shouted from across the hall, drawing the attention of several people.

The news spread quickly among the recruits. Esha immediately felt her heart race and tried to make herself as small as possible, her eyes quickly dropping to her plate. She wondered if Levi would reprimand her after hearing this. She hadn’t wanted it to become a topic of conversation, but it was too late. The word was already out.

Hearing Reiner’s name, Petra turned to Esha with an amused but also slightly surprised smile.

"Did you really fight Reiner?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her expression both curious and delighted.

Esha tried to play innocent, crossing her arms and putting on a detached expression.

"No, what? Me? Nev—"

But before she could say anything more, she felt an intense gaze land on her. Levi, sitting at a nearby table with Gunther and Auruo, was watching her intently. For a brief moment, Esha felt like a little girl caught red-handed. She lowered her eyes, uncertain.

Levi, with his usual killer stare, leaned forward and studied her for a long moment. An ashamed smile formed on Esha’s face as she realized she couldn’t hide the truth any longer.

"Guilty," she murmured, scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment.

The other squad members burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Tch, I don’t even know what I expected. A bunch of kids supervised by another kid of the same kind," Levi rolled his eyes and sighed, seeming completely exasperated by the situation.

Laughter erupted around the table, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed. Esha, though still a little embarrassed, felt a certain warmth in the air. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Levi, she knew he trusted her, but she also knew that this kind of unserious behavior had already led to disagreements between them.

As Reiner passed near the table, he caught Esha’s attention. He paused for a moment, their eyes meeting, and before she could stop herself, an amused smile formed on her lips. Thinking back to their little altercation earlier, a quiet chuckle escaped her. He couldn’t help but smile too.

What initially seemed like nothing more than an innocent exchange of glances was beginning to take on a slightly more intriguing turn.

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Later that night Esha was heading toward her room, her body feeling slightly tired. She needed a moment of quiet before going to bed, a chance to let the day’s events fade away.

At a crossroads between corridors, just as she was about to turn right, she suddenly bumped into someone. A light impact, but strong enough to throw her off balance for a moment. The surprise made her stiffen.

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you, Esha," said a deep yet gentle voice. "Are you okay?"

It was Reiner.

He straightened up quickly, apologizing almost immediately.

They both looked at each other, slightly unsettled by the sudden closeness. An awkward silence settled between them, the atmosphere growing more palpable than ever.

Esha quickly adjusted herself, feeling a bit embarrassed. She crossed her arms instinctively, trying to mask her unease. This was different from earlier, when there was a crowd around them, the noise of recruits, and the energy of training. Now, it was just them, and the proximity unsettled her more than she had expected.

"Yeah, I’m fine," she replied, her tone a bit sharper than she intended, trying to keep her composure.

Reiner watched her carefully, his expression turning more serious. "Are you sure?"

Before Esha could respond, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder—a natural, instinctive gesture. She froze for a moment, feeling her heartbeat quicken at the unexpected touch. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it definitely threw her off.

"Really, it’s nothing. You don’t have to apologize," she added with a slight smile. "I wasn’t paying attention either."

Sensing the tension ease slightly, she shifted to step away, feeling the warmth creeping into her cheeks. But Reiner stopped her with a simple phrase, his voice slightly hesitant.

"Esha… wait. I had a question."

"Yes?" she answered, a little surprised.

He seemed to search for his words, his gaze momentarily drifting before locking back onto hers.

"I’d like to learn some of your techniques. The ones you showed me today. You’re really skilled, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to teach me."

Esha stared at him for a moment, surprised by the request. She hadn’t expected that at all.

"Well… I suppose I could teach you a few things if you want," she replied, pretending to sound uninterested, though she couldn’t hide the small spark in her eyes.

"Thank you, Esha," he said, looking satisfied.

"Alright then… We’ll talk about it tomorrow, maybe after training. But for now, I’d better get some rest. Good night, Reiner."

Reiner gave her one last smile, nodding with gratitude.

"Good night, Esha. See you tomorrow."

He watched her walk away before turning around the corridor himself. As Esha made her way to her room at last, a strange warmth filled her chest after such a… eventful day.

[zeketarion]

[alexsummerz]

Reiner x OC Fanfiction : 3. First Impressions

"My poor, he didn’t have to go that hard."

Hanji sighed as she gently treated the wounds of the young man sitting on the couch in front of her. Her expert hands worked with tenderness, despite the purple bruises marking his face. He had received a brutal beating from Levi, and while she understood the necessity of this show of strength, it didn't make it any easier to watch.

Esha, sitting right next to the boy stole worried glances at his battered face. She never would have believed that this kid, with his fragile appearance, could be the one who moved a gigantic rock to seal the breach in Wall Rose. And yet, it was indeed him. Eren Jaeger, the one who could transform into a titan.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked sincerely.

Eren hesitantly lifted his eyes to her. His gaze shifted between suspicion and gratitude, clearly intimidated by the presence of the other soldiers around him.

"Yes, thank you very much."

His tone was hesitant, almost shy. A boy so young, so fragile in appearance, and yet capable of such power… It was hard to believe. Esha remembered the day when Erwin and Levi had visited him in his cell to probe his intentions. His response had been simple, direct, and filled with a cold anger that had marked her:

I will kill them all.

That was exactly what he had said. And they had all found it rather convincing.

Esha had been skeptical about trusting him at first. Accepting that someone capable of taking the form of humanity's enemies could be an ally was no small task. But after seeing him, listening to him, and witnessing with her own eyes what he had accomplished, she no longer felt that initial unease. On the contrary, she was ready to believe that he could be the hope they all awaited.

Levi then approached the group and sat between Eren and Esha. He crossed his arms, his sharp eyes fixed on the injured young man.

"Do you hold it against me for what happened in the courtroom?"

Eren flinched slightly before answering, carefully choosing his words:

"N-no, I know it was necessary."

Hanji, who had been listening in silence, frowned before intervening.

"Even so, you didn’t have to go that far, Levi. You literally knocked out one of his teeth."

Esha nodded, crossing her arms, casting a teasing look at the corporal.

"I agree with her. It’s crazy what a little man can do," she said, winking at Eren.

Levi slowly turned his head toward her, his gaze as cold as ice.

"Shut up, or you’ll be next on the list."

A light chuckle escaped everyone, including Eren, who seemed to be relaxing little by little. Despite the pain and the tension, a lighter atmosphere settled in the room. He might not have won their full trust yet, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

Hanji gave a curious glance at Eren's mouth.

"Open your mouth," she ordered.

Eren obeyed, confused. Hanji's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What is it?" Esha asked, intrigued.

"His tooth... it’s already grown back!" Hanji stammered, stunned.

A stunned silence fell over the room. Everyone stared at Eren as if he had just revealed a new mystery. This kid was definitely full of surprises…

Commander Erwin slowly approached, casting a penetrating look at the young man still seated, his body marked by the blows.

"You have my respect for what you’ve done, Eren."

The boy’s eyes widened. He clearly hadn’t expected such words from the commander.

"We’re counting on you for what comes next," Erwin added, his deep voice resonating in the room.

Esha, wanting to lighten the mood, shrugged and flashed a sly smile at Eren.

"No pressure," she teased.

A smile formed on Eren’s lips, and for the first time since the beginning of this conversation, he seemed a bit more at ease.

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A few hours later, Levi and his squad, now accompanied by Eren, set off toward an isolated castle serving as their operational base. The journey was met with a mixed atmosphere, between tension and the beginnings of new bonds.

Auruo, Petra, Erd, Gunther, Esha, and Eren were now just a few steps away from their new temporary home. The sound of their voices and laughter blended with the crunching of gravel underfoot. Despite everything, camaraderie was slowly taking root among them.

But as soon as they crossed the castle threshold, Levi’s voice rang out, mercilessly:

"Alright, enough chit-chat, brats. Time to clean."

Eren blinked, visibly caught off guard.

"C-cleaning? Weren’t we supposed to be here to prepare and train before the expedition?"

His new comrades exchanged a knowing glance. All except Eren were well aware of Levi’s obsessive cleanliness habits.

"We’re not going to settle in a place this filthy." Levi replied, shooting an accusatory look at the boy.

Eren swallowed hard as the other soldiers let out a collective sigh. He now understood that, under the corporal’s command, even a mission vital to humanity came second to cleanliness.

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The sun was beginning to set behind the walls of the fortress. Golden light filtered through the dusty windows of the old building. Eren, kneeling on the floor, scrubbed the wooden planks of an old room vigorously with a brush, while Esha, a cloth in hand, worked on the furniture covered in a thick layer of dirt accumulated over the years.

She watched him for a moment with amusement before breaking the silence. “So, tell me, is this what you expected when you joined the Survey Corps?” she asked with a teasing smile. “Giant Titans, epic battles… and cleaning.”

Eren lifted his head, a sigh of exasperation escaping his lips. “I won’t lie—no. But seeing the state of this castle, I suppose it was bound to happen…” He shook his head before resuming his scrubbing with more enthusiasm. “I just think Levi could be a little less… intense about it.”

Esha burst out laughing. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. With him, everything has to shine, and I can assure you that if this floor isn’t reflecting his face within an hour, you’ll be scrubbing all night.”

Eren grimaced in response, which only widened Esha’s grin. For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were those of their movements and the cloth scraping against the wood. Then, the young woman spoke again, her tone more serious. “Tell me, Eren…” She hesitated for a moment before turning fully towards him. “Where does that rage in you come from? That determination to kill them all, as you always say.”

Eren froze slightly, his brush hovering above the floor. He seemed to think, weighing his words before letting out a long sigh. He leaned back against the wall, running a nervous hand through his dark hair. “I…” He swallowed hard. “I suppose it’s something that’s always been inside me, but that day…”

Esha said nothing, simply waiting, giving him the time he needed to put his thoughts into words.

“The day Wall Maria fell…” he continued. “I was there. I saw it all with my own eyes. The Colossal Titan appeared, then… the Titans invaded Shiganshina.” His voice cracked slightly. “My mother… she was trapped under the debris of our house. She couldn’t move.”

He paused, his gaze fixed on the floor as if reliving the horror of that day. Esha still said nothing, respecting his silence.

“A Titan came. It grabbed her. I…” He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “I saw it. She looked at me. Then… it ate her. Right in front of me.”

Esha felt her heart tighten. She knew exactly how he felt. His story only reminded her of what had happened to her that same day. She gently placed her hand on his arm—a simple but sincere gesture.

Eren took a shaky breath before slightly lifting his gaze toward her. “That day, I made my decision. I would kill them all. I would never let a Titan take anything from me ever again.”

A heavy silence settled between them. Esha averted her gaze, staring at an invisible spot on the opposite wall. This story… it reminded her too much of her own.

Eren seemed to notice. He hesitated before returning the question in a softer voice. “And you…? Why did you join the Survey Corps?”

Esha exhaled slightly, then leaned against the window ledge. “Now that you’ve shared, I suppose I owe you that.”

She took a moment before speaking, as if battling her memories. “I grew up in Shiganshina too. I had a little brother…” She smiled sadly.

Eren remained silent, listening intently.

“The day Wall Maria fell… we were together. The shock knocked me out, and when I woke up, he was already dead, buried under the debris…” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “My father and I had to leave him there.”

Eren felt a chill run down his spine. He knew exactly how she had felt, and he realized that the rage driving him was not so different from Esha’s.

She turned to him and gave a bitter smile. “So, when I had the chance to fight, to avenge those we lost… I didn’t hesitate. Just like you.”

A silence filled with understanding settled between them. They looked at each other, and in their eyes, there was no pity, no sadness—just a silent recognition. They weren’t so different after all. Two children, broken by the Titans, trying to fill the void with vengeance and the hope of a better world.

Eren lowered his eyes, then murmured, “I’m sorry… about your brother.”

Esha nodded softly. “Me too, about your mother.”

A light breeze drifted through the slightly open window, lifting the dusty curtains. They sat there for a moment, sharing a silence that spoke more than any words.

Then Esha straightened up, stretching. “Well, we should finish before Levi comes down on us. I’d like to keep all my teeth, thank you.”

Eren smirked before resuming his task, but this time, the silence between them wasn’t as heavy. They knew they weren’t alone in this fight.

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A little while later, as Eren, Esha, and Auruo were now stationed at the stables, a big noise was sudden —probably the new recruits arriving at the Survey Corps, Esha thought.

“Armin! Mikasa!” Eren suddenly shouted.

Dropping his brush, Eren sprang to his feet, his eyes widening in surprise as he spotted a group of new people approaching the castle. His childhood friends were there, accompanied by several other familiar faces.

“Auruo, can I go?” he asked urgently.

Auruo rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Make it quick.”

Eren didn’t need to be told twice. He ran toward his friends, his face lighting up with relief. Esha, staying behind with Auruo, watched the scene with a slight smile. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear they were happy to reunite.

Her eyes quickly scanned the group, stopping on two familiar figures—a sturdy blond and a tall brunette she had met in the Trost District. Memories resurfaced—the horror painted on their faces, the friend they had watched being devoured by a Titan…

The blond one finally noticed her gaze. A brief moment of hesitation, then she offered a small wave. Reiner responded with a simple smile. His gaze was different now, tougher…probably due to what he had witnessed that day in Trost.

Auruo crossed his arms and groaned. “Alright, enough with the sentimental reunions. Esha, go join them and show them where they’ll be staying.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you? Are you just going to supervise while I do all the work?”

“Exactly,” Auruo replied with a smug smile.

She shot him an exasperated look before turning away and approaching the group. “Alright, new recruits, follow me. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

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After several hours of showing the new recruits around and guiding them to their dormitories, only Esha remained, accompanied by the last two soldiers she needed to lead to their room. The hallway was silent, disturbed only by the sound of their footsteps echoing on the worn wooden floor of the castle.

When she stopped in front of their room's door, she nodded toward it. "There you go, this is it. You can settle in."

The tall brunette entered first, casting a quick glance inside before stepping in, while his blond companion followed closely behind. But as he crossed the doorway, he found himself near Esha. Closer than she had anticipated.

Raising her head to meet his gaze, she suddenly realized something that hadn’t struck her before: he was tall—far taller than her, which was unusual. Normally, she didn’t have to tilt her head so much to look a man in the eyes, but him… he was imposing. Massive. And when she finally met his golden eyes, a strange sensation washed over her. Almost like she was intimidated ? something rare for her.

She wondered if he had seemed just as impressive when they had crossed paths on the rooftops that day, in the Trost District. She hadn’t noticed it until now.

She was about to slip away when he suddenly turned toward her. "Thank you."

Esha raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "Huh?"

The blond tilted his head slightly. "For what you said… on the rooftops. When we lost a friend."

A brief silence settled between them. She recalled that moment. She had simply said a few words to ease his pain, thinking it was nothing more than an instinctive gesture.

Lowering her eyes slightly, caught off guard, she murmured, "It was only natural…"

Then he offered her a smile—warmer than the one he had given later that day.

Esha immediately felt a warmth rise to her cheeks, but she quickly composed herself, deciding to break the strange moment by changing the subject. "By the way, I don’t even know your names."

The tall brunette, who had been silently observing the scene, spoke first. "Bertolt. Bertolt Hoover."

Then it was the blond’s turn. He held her gaze one last time before answering in a deep voice that sent an odd shiver through her. "Reiner. Reiner Braun."

Esha discreetly inhaled before responding in a tone she hoped was neutral. "My name is Esha. Just Esha."

She gave a slight nod and left them there, gently closing the door behind her.

She paused for a moment in the hallway, perplexed. She didn’t understand what she had just felt. It wasn’t fear, nor nervousness… but something indescribable lingered within her.

"Esha?"

Petra’s voice made her jump. She turned around, meeting the curious gaze of her friend, who had just arrived in front of her. "Are you okay?" Petra asked, narrowing her eyes slightly as she observed her expression.

Esha opened her mouth to respond but hesitated. She eventually stammered a vague, "Yeah, yeah…" before looking away.

But even as she walked down the hallway, her thoughts remained fixated on a single name.

Reiner Braun.

[missmindyyy]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

someone new has moved into the neighborhood who’s seems like a rough giant

pairing: southern!Reiner x f!Reader

wc: 2.2k

divider by @i-kyujin and @diviniyae

“Someone new just moved into the complex,” Sasha teased. “A young guy, mid-20s, muscular build, short blonde hair, beard, and mustache. Totally your type, Y/n.”

You let out a little giggle, rolling your eyes at her playful grin.

“Now why do you think that,” you asked, amused.

“I don’t know, just do, you should bring him some cookies like you did for me when I first moved here,” she suggested.

“I don’t know, haven’t seen him once since he got here so I think he wants to be left alone,” you say with a shrug.

“Speaking of which, how do you even know what he looks like,” you asked.

“Oh well, I saw him heading to work one day while I was leaving to meet up with Connie and Jean,” she grinned.

“Okay good I thought you did some weird stalking shit,” you said in relief.

“Hey that only happened one time, and besides me and him are now dating that means it's your turn to find the one,” Sasha exclaimed.

You laugh once more, shaking your head at your friend's claim. “Maybe I’ll give him something depending if I have time,” you say finally giving in.

“Alright great, tell me if you do it,” she smiled, clearly enjoying herself.

You returned home later, realizing you had nothing planned after hanging out with Sasha. With a sigh, you decided to make the cookies. You felt a little nervous because you usually wouldn’t bother people if they don’t want to socialize.

And the new guy felt right in that category. You were only pushing yourself to bring him something because you trusted Sasha's judgement, maybe you will end up liking him.

After an hour the cookies are done, you slipped off your apron and stepped out your apartment, heading to the new guys a bit down the hall. You take a deep breath before knocking at the door.

For a good 30 seconds nothing is heard, but before you can turn back the door opens. A man around 6’1 opens the door and fits Sasha's description perfectly. Except for that she didn’t mention how muscular he actually was.

“May I help you ma’am?” His deep, southern accent made your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry to bother but you're new to the neighborhood and I bought you some homemade cookies,” You explained, a smile pulling at your lips.

“My name is Y/n L/n. I live a couple doors down from at 304, if you need anything you can always knock on the door,” you added.

He looked down at her for a bit, the tension behind his eyes slowly leaving as he listened to your introduction. “My name is Reiner Braun. Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Nice to meet you Reiner, it was nice meeting you,” you said. You handed him the cookies, and he took them with a smile before retreating back inside.

You thought it would be the last time you would see him, but fate had other ideas.

A few days later, you had bought a coffee table, and as luck would have it, the complex had no elevators. You groaned as you realized you’d have to drag it up three flights of stairs. But just as you were about to start hauling it yourself, you spotted Reiner returning from work.

“You need a hand,” he asked, surprising you.

“Um yes if you don’t mind,” you said, grateful.

“What’s in here,” he asked, rolling up sleeves to help lift it up.

“Well while shopping I saw this really cute coffee table, and I bought it,” you explained sheepishly.

Reiner lets out a chuckle which catches you off guard quite a bit. “Sorry, you just remind me of a friend, she was always buying things and would complain she has no money,” he explained, making you to laugh with him.

“Well thank you for helping me. Would you also help me set it up,” you asked. “Uh yeah,” he said.

“You're the best,” you exclaimed, causing him to get a bit flustered.

The two carry the box all the way to your apartment. “So where do you want the table to be,” he asked. “Over there by the couch,” you say back. “Also do you want anything for your troubles,” you added.

“Some water is fine, I don’t want to bother you too much,” he said.

“Coming right up,” you said cheerfully, heading to the fridge. When you returned with a bottle of water, Reiner was in the middle of assembling the table.

“Here you go,” you said, handing him the bottle.

“Thanks. I also forgot to mention your cookies were very good,” he said.

“Thanks, would you like some more to give you for your home,” you ask.

He pauses for a second thinking before responding, “yeah that would be nice,” he smiled.

You blinked in surprise, his smile was even more charming up close. “Um, yeah, of course,” you said, still a little entranced.

As time passes by you both talk about a bunch of things and causes the both of you to become less tense with one another. Once it hit 5, Reiner was finished, wiping off the sweat on his head.

“Thank you once again Reiner,” you say once again.

“No problem, if you ever need something just knock your always welcome,” he said. “Alright, thanks have a good day,” you said, waving him off to his apartment.

“Sasha you were right,” you groaned.

“What he’s your type,” she teases.

“Exactly my type, and you failed to mention how jacked he really was,” you exclaimed. Sasha laughs at you as you sulk at the thought of Reiner.

“Why do you make it such a bad thing,” she asked.

“I’m not it's just, I don’t know anything about him and I don’t want to knock on his door for no reason,” you explained.

“Try searching for his instagram, if he follows back you guys can start talking,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh you're so smart why I didn’t think of that,” you say, whipping out your phone almost instantly.

The both of you look down at your phone intently, searching up his name on instagram.

You both searched for his profile, eventually spotting a picture of him posing in a gym mirror.

“Oh wait, is that him?” Sasha pointed,

You click on the profile and click on a highlight to see a photo of Reiner with a guy who was tall with black hair.

“Omg that’s him,” you and Sasha squeal, causing others in the cafe to look at you weird.

You guys continue to go through his highlights, he has a couple photos of him but a good majority is with his friends.

“He seems to have a good social life,” Sasha mused.

“Yeah but I barely see him leave unless it’s for work, or shopping,” you say.

“Well it doesn't matter. Follow him already!” she urged, glowing at the thought of her friend and Reiner.

You laugh before clicking on the follow button and a minute later he follows you back.

“He wants you bad girl,” Sasha teased.

“You're pushing it, Sasha,” you joked.

Sasha smirked. “Alright, here’s the plan: a few days from now, post something, and if he likes it, you’ve got to make a move.”

“You and these plans, you're so unserious,” you said. “Fine, do it your way but he definitely wants you,” she said.

You sigh looking back at his page, maybe you will try it out.

A couple days pass and you decide instead of doing Sasha's plan, you post a relatable quote about groceries prices.

An hour later you get a dm from Reiner responding about how atrocious the prices were becoming. And after that the conversation continued and flowed smoothly.

There were no awkward pauses and they even called later that night. Since then the two who call, text and even hang out at each other's apartment.

Finally, Reiner got the courage to ask you out on a date.

“Bro Sasha I’m nervous this is my first date in a year,” you say over the phone.

“You're going to be fine, you hang out so many times these couple of months, you’ll be fine I promise” she reassures.

You let out a sigh, Sasha right you should be completely fine.

“Your right girl, I should be fine, I’ll call you after the date,” you say.

“You better get laid or at least a kiss or I’m going to be mad,” she teased.

“Bye Sasha,” you say, ending the call.

You touch up your makeup a bit, before you hear a knock on the door. You take a deep breath and open the door to see Reiner holding flowers.

“I, uh, got you some flowers,” he said awkwardly.

“Thank you Reiner, let me put them inside and then we can head out,” you smile.

He nods and watches you head back inside to put the flowers away, before reappearing back outside.

“So where are we going,” you ask.

“A fair,” he replied. “I thought a restaurant was too formal, since we’ve already gotten to know each other.”

“Ooh I’m excited,” you said with a smile.

The ride to the fair was fairly quiet, the radio taking up most of the silence.

Once there, you and Reiner look around for things to do.

“Ooh look we can play some games or try some food, or go on rides. There are so many things to do,” you exclaimed, making Reiner laugh.

“Let’s start off with the games first,” he suggested. “Good idea” you say.

The first game was a basketball toss, and while Reiner got a large stuffed animal, you managed to win a smaller one.

The next game was the rope ladder game. That game was not the best for you. You feel a couple of times and Reiner got close to the end he fell which caused you both to laugh.

You guys play a couple more games before going on the rides. One thing you learned about Reiner and that the rides did not really phase him, he had the same expression on his face the whole way through.

The only time you would see a change was if he looked in your direction and smiled or laughed at how scared you were. That led you to realize that he didn’t laugh or smile as often as you think.

He is a calm person like when you first met him. He only started showing different emotions once you guys got to know each other and you thrived on seeing him happy.

Finally at the end of the night Reiner had convinced you to go on the ferris wheel. You first turned down the idea, but after a lot of convincing you decided it wasn’t going to hurt.

“So did you like tonight,” he asked as the ferris wheel reached its peak.

“Yeah I did, never seen you show so much emotion in one night,” you teased, making him smile.

He turned toward you, his gaze softening. “I get that a lot from my friends.”

The view outside was breathtaking, and you both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. “It’s beautiful,” you say breathfully. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice.

Finally, Reiner turned to you again. “You look good in this lighting,” he said quietly.

You smile, grabbing onto his hands. “You look good when you smile,” you said, causing him to blush slightly.

“For someone who is really big looking, you're just a gentle giant,” you teased.

Reiner laughed softly. “I’m just not used to those compliments.”

You smile at him and he does the same. He moves from his side of the ferris wheel to your side, looking into your eyes. He grabs your cheek, his lips hovering yours.

“May I,” he asked, looking between your lips and your eyes.

You swallowed, your lips parting slightly. You nodded, barely able to breathe, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes,” you whispered back, the word barely escaping your lips

Slowly, carefully, his lips hovered over yours, the tension in the air being cuttable. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away. It was just you and him, suspended in this quiet, beautiful moment.

And then, with a soft exhale, his lips met yours.

It was gentle at first, as if he was waiting for a sign that you were okay with it. You melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching up to hold onto him, feeling his warmth, his strength.

The kiss deepened slowly, both of you exploring, your breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. Reiner’s lips were soft but sure against yours, a contrast to the calm, collected exterior he often showed. It was a kiss that spoke of everything unspoken, the connection, the silent understanding that had been growing between you for weeks.

When he finally pulled away, it was like breaking the surface of water after diving deep. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, as if you’d just run a marathon.

Reiner smiled again, a little breathless, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“You good?” he asked, his voice still low, but now with that familiar warmth that made your heart race all over again.

You laughed softly, still feeling the buzz of the kiss lingering. “Yeah, I’m good,” you whispered, your hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat match yours.

And there, in that quiet moment, everything felt right.

[alexsummerz]

Reiner x OC Fanfiction : 2. Ghosts of Yesterday

"Ugh, talk about annoying."

Levi shot an irritated look at the crowd cheering them on as they prepared to leave the district. Some voices rose above the noise, calling his name, praising him for being as strong as an entire brigade on his own.

Right behind him, Esha couldn’t help but smile amusedly before leaning toward her captain. "Oh, the mighty Levi."

Her captain simply rolled his eyes in response, to which she responded with a soft laugh before turning her gaze to the crowd.

People were smiling, some waving hopeful hands, among them recent recruits who had just been promoted to soldiers, watching them with admiration. They celebrated their departure as if they were heroes, as if this mission would change something. But Esha knew better than anyone that the reality was very different.

She still remembered the day she had decided to join the Regiment. Back then, she had been just a frightened girl, haunted by the image of her brother buried under the rubble, her father desperately trying to save him, even though his fate had already been sealed. How they had narrowly escaped their neighborhood, nearly devoured by Titans as they entered the wall. The fear had almost broken her, recovering from that event seemed nearly impossible, both for her and her father…

first her mother… then her brother.

It was like a blow of an axe driving her deeper into the ground.

But then the hatred, the anger she began to cultivate towards the demons living outside the walls created a certain resolve, the resolve to never be powerless again, to do everything to prevent this kind of situation from happening again. She couldn’t afford to lose someone else, like her father, because that was all she had left… and he, too deeply scarred by the events they had gone through, had a much harder time finding the strength for himself and his daughter than he used to. So Esha had decided without hesitation, despite her father’s anxiety of losing the only child he had left, to enlist in the military to protect the walls from the Titans; she had to become stronger.

And she had. Her combat skills, mastery of the 3D maneuver gear, and almost supernatural instinct in battle had quickly earned her a place in the Tactical Squad, as she had of course chosen to join the Scout Regiment, despite being in the top ten of her class. Commander Erwin himself had acknowledged her abilities. The girl who once ran from Titans was now a thing of the past, and she had slain more than she could count. Her body bore the scars of every battle, and she had become an undeniable asset in humanity’s defense.

Around her, Erd, Gunther, Petra, and Auruo, the whole squad was ready for a new mission.

Esha took a deep breath. No matter the losses, despite the sadness they caused, despite the uncertainty, she had never regretted her choice. But a sense of frustration and anxiety had been following her on missions lately.

She thought, the danger would be the worst part of it… but it wasn’t.

That sensation of stagnation—the suffocating weight of knowing that, no matter how many Titans they killed, no matter how many comrades they buried, the truth remained just out of reach. They were fighting a war without progress, trapped in a battle that seemed impossible to win.

"Everything okay?" Erd asked, placing a hand on Esha's shoulder. She shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts, then responded with a semi-reassuring smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry."

"Still stressed after months of expeditions," Auruo chimed in, mocking her. Esha rolled her eyes before giving her horse a sharp kick to follow Erwin’s signal indicating the departure of the regiment, casting a final glance at the crowd before turning toward the horizon.

But it was only moments later, as they had left Wall Rose and were riding toward their new mission, that a messenger came speeding toward them, his horse covered in foam. He stopped abruptly in front of Erwin, out of breath, and handed him an urgent message. The commander quickly scanned it, and his face immediately darkened. "We're turning back!" he ordered in a loud voice.

A murmur of confusion spread through the ranks, followed by a heavy silence. Esha furrowed her brow and turned toward Petra, who was riding beside her. "What’s going on? Why are we turning back?" she asked, anxiety creeping into her voice. Petra, her face serious, replied in a tense tone: "There’s been an attack at Trost District... Wall Rose has fallen."

Esha’s heart skipped a beat. A dull pain seized her head, pulsing like an alarm deep in her mind. It was as if her body already recognized the horror before her mind could fully comprehend it. No… not again. Memories hit her like a freight train and rage surged through her like a tidal wave. She gritted her teeth, her fingers tightening on her reins. She was no longer a powerless child. This time, she would not be a victim.

Without another word, the Scout Regiment turned around and galloped back toward Trost District, the dust kicked up by their horses mixing with the growing tension. The war was starting again.

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Hours later, chaos still reigned in Trost, but the squad had finally arrived on the scene, though not quickly enough to limit the losses.

The Colossal and Armored Titans had disappeared as if by magic, leaving behind unspeakable carnage. The young woman fumed inwardly. She wanted to face them, she wanted to kill them. But again, they had vanished without a trace.

She darted between the rooftops, using her 3D maneuver gear, Levi by her side. The district was hell. Corpses littered the streets, blood painting the cobblestones. Everywhere, the cries of soldiers and civilians in distress could be heard,

enough to chill anyone’s blood.

"I heard there’s a Titan fighting on our side," Levi said while dodging a blast of steam from a Titan’s corpse. Esha raised an eyebrow, glancing at her captain in confusion. "Are you serious? That makes no sense." Levi shrugged slightly, his usual impassive look. "That’s what they’re saying. We got here too late to see it with our own eyes. But apparently, thanks to that, they found a way to plug the wall."

Esha stayed silent for a moment, trying to process this absurd information. A Titan fighting other Titans? Helping them patch up the wall barely created by its own kind? It defied everything she knew about these creatures.

Of course, with the Colossal and Armored Titans, she was well aware that some of these beasts were capable of far more than most had imagined, but she never thought she’d hear someone say one of them was fighting with them.

-

Suddenly, a chilling scream pierced her ears. She turned just in time to see a young recruit get grabbed by a Titan, its massive jaws snapping shut on half his face. The soldier’s body convulsed once before it collapsed, lifeless.

"Shit!" she hissed, abruptly changing direction and letting Levi continue alone toward the district's gate. She cut through the air at full speed, her blades ready to strike.

But it was too late.

She landed on the Titan’s neck, drove her blades in with rage, but the damage was already done. The monster’s carcass collapsed slowly, while the young recruit’s body lay there, motionless, his face mangled like a broken puppet. Esha stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze fixed on the corpse.

The lifeless face of the boy, his expression frozen in terror he could no longer feel, filled her with a deep sense of unease. A dull pain filled her heart as her eyes lingered on the wounds. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and she felt her breath catch. The memories of her brother, rushed over her like a torrent. The image of his lifeless body, the pain of not being able to save him… it all came rushing back in a flood of suffering. Her head started to spin, the migraine assaulting her violently. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to collect herself, before mentally shaking herself off. But the horror of what she was seeing… she would never be able to erase it.

When she looked up, her gaze met that of a group of three young soldiers perched on a neighboring roof. A tall brunette, a small blonde, and a broad-shouldered blonde.

All three were staring at her, frozen, horrified by the scene they had just witnessed.

Esha immediately launched herself toward the roof they were on, they were barely younger than she, frozen, their gazes haunted by the horror they had just experienced, they had barely joined the army, and already, they were facing the harsh reality of war.

As she got closer to them, Esha felt a deep sadness wash over her, a compassion mixed with frustration. She stopped in front of them and lowered her head in respect, her eyes filled with understanding.

"I'm sorry. I came too late." The blonde, the one who seemed the most affected, stammered a few words, his voice trembling and broken. "Why... why did my friend get eaten by a Titan... and I couldn’t do anything?" He looked at his hands, as if hoping to find an answer there, a way to erase the blood of his friend, even though his palms were empty, only the crushing void of helplessness.

Esha approached him, her gaze filled with sincere compassion. She gently took one of his hands, squeezing it to offer him some comfort. "Even three years of training couldn’t have prepared you for this," she said in a calm, almost maternal voice. "We’ve all been through this. And the only ones responsible for all of this are those beyond the walls. I’m so sorry, once again."

She paused, then lifted her eyes to look at them. The three young recruits stayed silent, looking at each other with eyes filled with terror and uncertainty. Esha didn’t give them time to speak, knowing that time was running out and that, even though she understood what they were feeling, they couldn’t stay frozen any longer.

"I’m really sorry for what I am about to say, but it’s either you continue with me, or you go take shelter. You can’t just stand there," she said before darting off, leaving them behind.

They had chosen this path, and now, unfortunately, they’d have to face it sooner than expected.

[alexsummerz]

Reiner x OC Fanfiction : 1. Walls of Despair

The room was cold, the air heavy and stagnant, like a breath suspended in time. A young girl waited impatiently behind the door of this hell. Eyes fixed on the wall, her body trembling, as the smell of the entire house, a mixture of blood and sweat, began to tighten around her throat. But it wasn’t the smell that disturbed the child the most; no, it was something even more atrocious.

Her mother’s screams had stopped, replaced by irregular, trembling breaths. Though barely a few years old, she knew that something was wrong. The atmosphere, once so calm, had become heavy and oppressive.

Suddenly, a faint cry, almost strangled, the cry of the newborn, her little brother, pierced the air. He was born. Everyone had been waiting for him for months, expecting good news at the door. But reality turned out to be tragically different.

The doorknob where her mother was located began to turn, and the door opened after what seemed like an eternity to the young girl. Only for a horrible sensation to crawl up her spine as she saw who was behind that door.

You didn’t need to have lived through hundreds of births, to know that this wasn’t the expression a parent was supposed to have when their second child was born. The pale light of the candle in the same room flickered, casting shadows around the room, adding a monstrous quality to the drama unfolding within these walls.

“Is… is everything okay?” she whispered, an obvious nervousness in her voice.

But the response she had been waiting for never came. Instead, her father’s face contorted instantly, filling with tears. “She... she... Esha,” he said, his voice broken, filled with terror, as he collapsed to his knees, the baby still in his arms, presenting him to his daughter.

The child, so small, so fragile, made no sound. He was there, in a calm that contrasted with the entire situation.

Esha felt her legs give way. “What’s going on? Dad… dad, what’s happening…”

The words were stuck in her throat. Her father rushed to her, his eyes full of tears, still holding the baby. He tried to smile, but his face remained twisted in pain. “She’s dead. Your mother is dead,” he said in a breath.

She didn’t have time to think. She rushed into the room, toward her mother’s bed, her feet pounding on the floor like dull drums. Her gaze locked onto her mother’s body, lying there, pale and still, her face collapsed under the weight of the unknown. “Mom…” It was impossible. There was life in this room, wasn’t there? Everything had been fine just a few hours ago. People were smiling, everyone was excited for what was to come. “Please, wake up…” But the frantic beats of Esha’s heart, too fast to be natural, reminded her of the truth she refused to see.

She approached, her eyes fixed on her mother’s lifeless body. The room seemed to shrink around her, the walls slowly closing in on her, as if the whole world was about to collapse under the weight of this moment.

It was then, as her knees were about to give out, that her father caught her, holding her tightly against him, his body shaking with sobs. The baby, in his arms, seemed just as calm as before. She collapsed against her father, her eyes lost, not knowing whether to cry or remain silent. The pain was too immense, too impossible to contain. She felt her heart slowly breaking...

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The darkness slowly faded, the edges of the nightmare crumbling like a mirage under the weight of reality. Well... It had been a long time.

Esha blinked, her heart still racing, she took a deep breath, her hands clenched on the sweaty sheets that surrounded her. Confused thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of sounds and suffering. A nightmare, yes, but not one that used to be a nightmare, because it had all really happened, and no matter how hard the young girl tried to move forward, this scene would always catch up to her in the night, reminding her that it would never be erased.

“Esha! Esha! Come play!” A shout broke the fog of her mind, and an involuntary smile appeared on her lips.

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if to erase the fragments of the nightmare, before reopening them to see Avan, her little brother, running down the hallway, already ready to pull her from her sleep.

“Esha!”

She smiled gently as she left her room, her steps light on the wooden floor. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she murmured, shaking her head.

This boy…Everything was fine, and everything would be fine as long as he was there.

Since their mother’s death, Avan had become her anchor. His smiles, his laughter, his little squabbles had lightened the heavy grief they had all been through.

He was an amazing child, yet heavily marked by the way he had been brought into this world, a world that had given him a far-too cruel welcome.

The two of them went down the stairs, the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the wooden furniture and whitewashed walls. The house was simple, but it was theirs. She felt safe here, thanks to a father who had never stopped being present. He had strived to be both father and mother, balancing tenderness and discipline with infinite patience. He had wanted to rebuild everything for them. And even though the absence of their mother left an indescribable void and the shadow of her loss still lingered, subtle, in every corner, his determination to bring stability to his family had made them stronger.

He was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. His movements were skilled and precise, part of the routine of every morning. Even after everything they had been through, even after the loss of his wife, he was still there, an unshakable rock. He looked up when he saw them enter, a faint smile forming on his lips. “Did you sleep well sweetheart ?” he asked in a calm but attentive voice. Esha nodded, her smile still light, though her thoughts were still a little behind the reality. “Yes, I’m fine,” she replied, but her eyes betrayed the shadow of unease.

Little Avan, all excited, bounced around her. “Do you want to play with me today?” He was all smiles, his enthusiasm overflowing. Esha smiled tenderly at him, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Yes, yes, Avan, I’m in,” she replied, more to please him than with real enthusiasm. But she knew these moments with him were precious.

They ate together, in the simplicity of their daily life. Their father spoke to them about his work, his tone light and full of humor, even though the wrinkles marking his face told the story of the trials he had been through. Avan would always listen, eyes wide, attentively, while his sister would sometimes be distracted, drowning a little in her thoughts.

The day passed, a soft routine tinged with the old sadness Esha tried to hide. Playing with Avan, simple conversations with her father, light laughter... It all seemed almost normal, almost like before.

Esha gently got up from her chair, getting ready to go play outside with her little brother. She held out her hand to him, signaling him to follow. “Come on, Avan, let me show you who-”

.

Suddenly, a roar pierced the air. A dull sound that made the walls of the house tremble. Then the ground vibrated, like an earthquake. Esha’s heart raced as she rushed to the window and instinctively turned toward the walls surrounding their nation, only to witness the atrocity about to unfold.

“Dad... dad…”

Her throat tightened as she saw the horror.

So-so this was what they called a.... Titan? But- Everyone within these walls had known about the threat that had been looming over humanity for years, the Titans. But all of this had seemed so distant, so out of reach. At the young age of Esha, the only atrocity that had crossed her life had been her mother’s death, almost making her forget the potential disaster that could come from the horror outside these walls. All of that was just in the history books, atleast until today.

But there, in front of her, in all its grandeur, stood that thing... That creature of unimaginable size, a being made of flesh, fire, and steam. It seemed to emerge from the sky itself, an imposing silhouette, glowing with light. The steam escaping its body burned the air, emitting a suffocating heat that made her choke. She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her mouth. Her legs refused to move, as if the very earth had imprisoned her.

Esha barely had time to collect herself before turning back to her family when everything suddenly went black for her.

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“ESHA!”

She woke up, her body aching, her breath shallow. The heat of the day had turned into a suffocating, almost stifling warmth. Her eyes opened slowly, everything was blurry, screams, cries, and then the smell of blood... That damn nightmare again? Everything around her gave her that impression. Her eyes opened slowly, and she perceived figures running in the street, men, women, families in panic. Wait, but this isn’t—

“ESHA! HELP ME!”

A sharp noise pulled her out of her half-sleep. A chill of horror. A voice far too familiar. A scream far too familiar.

Esha jumped up, her body trembling with pain. She had passed out under the impact of the explosion. This was not just another nightmare. She was no longer in the house but outside, in a devastated street, surrounded by debris.

“DAD!” she cried, her eyes frantically scanning the wreckage.

He was there, his expression on his face telling her too well what she would discover next. It was only after that her heart clenched even more, and her eyes froze in immense terror.

Right next to her father, Avan, her little brother, his empty gaze, drowned in a pool of blood, his lifeless body lying under a huge debris.

“No... no, Avan!” Esha screamed, throwing herself at her brother. She touched his face, his cold skin, his empty eyes. Her brother was...

“Esha, please...” her father sobbed. “Help me get him out…”

He was already dead. Reality hit her hard, unlike her father, who was still drowning in the illusion of being able to save him. Terror, confusion, pain. Everything mixed into a whirlwind of chaos.

“Dad, please…”

The ground started to rumble again, but this time less intensely. Then Esha looked to the horizon only to see a horde of smaller Titans approaching directly toward them. They couldn’t stay here.

In one last effort, Esha stood up, trying to help her father. Her teeth clenched, and her eyes, filled with terror, she addressed her father desperately. “Dad, we have to go, please,” she said, her voice breaking, struggling to speak through her tears.

“Your brother… we need to save him… we ca-”

“He’s dead!”

The young girl suddenly shouted in a burst of anger, mixed with despair. Then her tone dropped immediately, giving way to utter hopelessness. “Please…”

The steps of the demons who had crossed the walls were getting closer and closer, louder and louder, as Esha’s father finally stood up, his gaze still trapped in an eternal nightmare. She grabbed her father by the arm in a last-ditch effort before running in the same direction as all the panicked families, looking back one last time at her house, at her brother...

end of the first chapter, hope you guys like it dont hesitate to share your feedbacks and sorry if there is a few mistake english is not my first language <3