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Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader
WC: 12.4K
CW: Mentions of depression, suicide, DID, PTSD, self harm, and other sensitive mental health subjects. Please use discretion when reading!
A/N: Thank you all for being patient with this. Due to the sensitive nature of what I’m writing about, I wanted to take more time and do more research to talk about this the best I could, to learn things other than my own experiences with certain things. Thank you so much to @marvel-starwarsfangirl for helping me with all of that 💙
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Throughout Time and Tide, My Will Shall Not Falter
A Baldwin IV X Reader Fic ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Chapter Two: A Lady's Lost Ring
summary— going back in time is no easy task, especially when you are tasked to change history. this time around, on your second trip back in the past, you need to stumble on Baldwin IV's court. how will you achieve that? ⸝⸝
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a/n— to everyone who was waiting on an update for this story: here it is at last! i apologize for the long wait ⸝⸝
Sooner or later, it does come.
It sucked that they couldn’t give you more information than the very few misplaced pieces you already had. Though when you got sent back, the thing they strained for you to remember was to get to Bladwin’s Court.
Who that was, you assumed the king, but how he looked, his personality, or his morals, you did not know.
If you managed to get to court, the SQI told you to just hang around there and familiarize yourself with the people and the castle. They advised not to speak with the king right away nor to try to get his attention.
You don’t see it as a hard task. At least that’s what you tell yourself; if it’s hard and you start doubting yourself now, you might screw up the whole trip, and also blacklist yourself for future ones.
When you wake up, you find yourself in the same position you left this world in: curled up in a fetal position. You don’t even find a blanket on top of you, and you remember that you didn’t even take your shoes off.
Behind you, the window remains closed. Just as you left it. Yet through the split of the shutters, you see the dim light wanting to break into your side of the room.
You push out the shutters, allowing the sun to swallow you whole. Out on the road, a tranquil scene is painted before you, just like the night before.
The corners of your mouth slightly curve up. As it reminded you of the humanity in your mission, the small things in life that connect you with any soul here.
You finally get up from bed, unsure about your goals. However, thankful for some anchoring in this life, you know you need to meet up with Maryam as soon as possible.
As you peek through the wall barrier, splitting your side of the room with that of Fatimah’s and her family, you find the beds empty and well-made.
Were people accustomed to waking up before sunrise?
Never mind that, right now you decide to go down and see if there is anything you might need to help them with before you go and meet up with Maryam. A way to thank them for their hospitality.
As you descend the old but sturdy wooden stairs, you finally see the inn in all its glory… fully lit, that is.
Off into the stables, you are able to see Faisal tending to the horses and handing one of them off to a traveler. So, you wait for him to finish with the man before you go and approach him.
“Hello, Faisal, good morning.”
He turns his body around to face you, cheerfully, he starts, “Ah (Y/N), g’morning. I hope everything has been to your satisfaction.”
Even though he says it more so as a statement, you reply to him as if it were a question, “Yes, of course. I couldn’t be more thankful for what you and Fatimah have done.”
He nods in agreement.
“By the way, do you know where I can find your wife? I want to thank her personally before I am off to meet up with Maryam.”
“Oh yes. She should be indoors taking care of breakfast.”
He points you in the direction of the inn, to where you had first come from looking for Fatimah, and you start making your way.
Surprisingly enough, the morning vibe of the inn isn’t as bustling as the night was. Perhaps it’s because everyone's heads ache to the point that speaking is too much for them to bear.
However, you do hear the occasional chatter: “I’ve heard the troops got a whole lot on their hands now,” or “That poor Lord of Toron, may he rest in peace.”
Those murmurs certainly intrigue you, but you know better than to go down a rabbit hole when you clearly have a task to do at hand. Plus, it’s not like you have enough context or knowledge about the topic to go and ask random ass strangers about their private conversations.
As you reach the bar top, you see Fatimah and her children running in all sorts of directions, attending to their customers.
“Fatimah, do you need some help?”
“Oh, (Y/N). I- No. You are a guest here, please just sit down.”
A smile appears on your face; she was truly hospitable, but you in no way wanted to take advantage of that. So you insisted, “Please, let me help you, you’ll finish faster like that.”
You could see her thinking about whether or not to accept your request or not.
She leaves, handing a plate to a man. When she comes back, she has two more orders in her hands, and she answers, “Okay… I do need help, come, let me tell you what to do.”
Having finally finished helping in the busy atmosphere of the inn, Fatimah and the rest of her children wave to you as you are off to see Maryam. In turn, you wave back to them as enthusiastically; not only are you happy to have helped, but you are also looking forward to what this new day has in store for you.
It comes as a surprise to you that you still have plenty of time to meet up with Maryam, as the sun has still not fully reached the top of the sky. So, you decide it is best to walk around the places you already know and start venturing from there. After all, you do need to reach the court before nightfall.
Perhaps someone might be looking for maids to help around the court?
Coming to assess what you have available, you remember that you have all but one coin. The value of it, you are still unsure about, and you don’t want to risk asking anyone about it.
Anywho, you tell yourself to keep your eyes peeled in case anyone you come across is as kind as Maryam, or at least takes enough pity on you to steer you in the right direction and into court.
As you continue to walk, you find yourself in the same busy atmosphere: people living their day to day life. While some are simply waiting for customers to arrive at their stalls, others are walking around seeing what items they can purchase.
You do have to admit, in at least every stall you see, there is at least one item that has you admiring it from afar. The quality, you're sure, is not as good as modern day objects (being that they are made from machines and not human hands), but the craftsmanship is undeniably impressive.
Upon seeing a stall for cloths, linen, and veils, you decide to make a quick stop, not necessarily to buy anything, but just for your curious eye to see.
You fixate your eyes on this one specific veil. Its embroidery is very elaborate, especially taking into consideration the fragility of the cloth it belonged to. Taking the neatly folded veil from the table, you pass your hands underneath it, faintly seeing the outline of your fingers.
While tracing the shapes of the embroidery, you were caught off guard when a projected voice right behind you states, “Dear heavens, these are the customers you waste your time on?”
At an instant, you turn around and see a merchant arguing with one of its employees on the other side of the street you were on. Looking around, you assumed this was a common occurrence as everyone seemed to continue on with their duties.
“Don’t mind him, he usually gets like that but calms down in an instant.” Said the lady in charge of the stall you were at.
“Oh- Mmh. I figured, by everyone's reactions.”
She simply smiled and continued, “Are you thinking of buying that one? It’s a very unique handcrafted piece.”
“It’s very beautiful.” After a short pause, you place the veil down. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to afford it today.”
“It’s a shame, you’re probably the first one who's picked it up ever since I made it. Something tells me that you’ll be back soon, though.”
“Hopefully.” Nodding, you step away from the stall and start back on Maryam’s place. That is, before you got stopped by that same loud merchant from earlier, “Oi, you, girl. Come here. Are you looking for a job?”
Raising an eyebrow, you say, “Me?”
“I am talking to you, aren’t I?” He waves a dismissive hand towards you, “Agh, forget it. You don’t seem quick enough to see a good deal in front of you anyway.”
“I’m-”
“I had a pretty good deal too for today's pay.” He takes out a small bag from his griddle and swings it around. “Wouldn’t you like to know what it contains?”
Not sure if to spend time here any longer, you just reply, “Not really.”
He insists, “Hey, girl. Wait.” In the bag that he was swinging around, he takes out a silver ring adorned with small emeralds all around the rim. “This ring could be yours, if only you spend a day tending to my stall.”
“I have somewhere to be, sir.” And in the driest tone you could muster, “That ring isn’t worth dealing with you screaming into my face anyway.”
You turn around and disappear into the sea of people. Deciding to head over to Maryam’s, you headed in that direction, telling yourself no more detours.
The work day had a lot in store for you. Having shown up just a tiny bit late, Maryam makes sure you make up for it by cleaning out the old herbs in her entire store.
In your eyes, however, it’s a blessing in disguise. See, the day before, she had you packaging up the new stuff. Which is good if you're up to date with all sorts of herbs Jerusalem produces. In your case, you aren’t; cleaning out her bad herbs means that you start at the basic of basics for apothecaries.
“This herb, Meramieh, is most known as Sage. It’s very good for digestion, colds, and skin wounds.” Maryam points out.
“Are teas the common usage? Or do you ingest it orally just like it is?”
She answers, “Mostly used in teas,” and goes off to attend to a customer.
“Mhm.”
Later, when you finish the main cabin, you start on the pantry. You have to say, even if you aren’t sure how the economy here works, you know that if you could sell these herbs right here and now, you’d be able to make millions.
The pantry, or more so a room, is filled with shelves from top to bottom of every wall. The front wall, side walls, and the wall with the door are all filled to the brim with herbs. Some, of course, smell spoiled, ready to throw away, but others look expensive. There are even small containers on the floor, and you are careful not to accidentally knock something over.
You start from your left and work right. And just as you were getting into a rhythm of cleaning out the bad herbs, Maryam jumps into the room to check on you, causing you to knock a small jar over the floorboards.
“Jesus Christ!”
You reach over to the jar and find relief when the lid remains on, securely tight.
“I hope you weren’t doing anything you shouldn’t have.” She says with a playful tone.
Maryam reaches over to take the jar away from you, inspecting it. “Ah, this here is very popular. Care to take a guess?”
You hover over the open lid of the jar, taking in a whiff of the oil. “Oh, it’s quite woody. Strong woody smell.” You step forward again, taking a deep breath of its aroma. “A bit acidic too. Is it an anti-bacterial oil?”
She nods her head, “I often find myself making tons of batches of this oil for the Order of St. Lazarus every month.”
When you stare at her with confusion, she explains, “The Order of St. Lazarus is a group of people outside of the walls that care for lepers. Recently, they’ve gotten bigger due to the King’s influence, as he himself is a leper.”
After a small pause, she adds, “Allegedly.”
Mmm, interesting.
“You don’t happen to know anything more about his majesty, do you?”
She shakes her head.
So that’s who I’m working with. A leper.
It wasn't until a later time, when you probably should’ve inquired about a herb, that Maryam speaks up again.
“Pry, tell me, is there something wrong, child?”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “Mm, no? Why…?”
There was a pause.
“I just- I have a dilemma on my hands. Maybe you could help me soothe it.”
And with that, you went on to explain your goal of wanting to go into court, without giving away the exact reason why you needed to go. You also explained everything that unfolded with that merchant man, especially that part where you found it odd that he wanted to get rid of a beautiful ring so eagerly.
Her expression simply grew thoughtful. “Dear my…”
“What is it?”
“It’s just that, recently, I heard that a noble was to come near this area of the city. And many ladies belonging to the prominent nobility houses are very fond of emeralds.”
Your heart starts to beat faster. “You really think the ring could be from a noble?”
“I believe it was… Lady Agnes of Sidon and her husband, Reginald, that were in the markets today.”
Truth be told, you could take a gamble on those folks. All you knew was that your mission was tied to the fate of the king who ruled this land. Baldwin. Was his fate also tied to the fate of Reginald of Sidon? Perhaps Agnes?
You also knew Maryam was quite considerate, and by the look on her thinking face, reflective. However, entrusting her or anyone from this year with the knowledge that this is the past and you basically could know all that's going to unfold within the future wouldn’t benefit anyone. In effect, it would cause panic, something you don’t want to deal with.
So under no circumstances are you going to tell anyone that you are from the future. No matter how close you get with them.
You simply need to complete the task you were told to do to the best of your abilities. If that means doing a favor to the nobles from Sidon, then you’ll do it.
When she finally spoke, she carried a serious tone with her, “So then, what will you do? Especially knowing that the merchant might have stolen the ring.”
“I- I’m not sure, I could get the ring from him and give it to the rightful owners.”
To that, she only shakes her head, “The only problem would be that they might take you to be the thief of the ring.”
“So what do you think I should do then?”
“Well, for starters, you don’t know if the ring is truly stolen or if it belongs to the Lady of Sidon.”
Desperate for a solution, you say, “What if I seek them out and directly ask them?”
She wipes her hands on the apron she has on and sits on a nearby stool, “You could take my place with a delivery I had scheduled tomorrow. It’s around the castle, but you shouldn’t need to go in. Once you finish your delivery, you are allowed to stay in the vicinity in case any nobles walk past.”
“So I would need to wait them out?”
Noticing your furrowed eyebrows on your face, she soothes you, “I have seen you work thus far, and you have wits. If it is entering the castle you want, I know you’ll be able to get it. Once you see the Lord of Sidon, you simply give him the respect he deserves, and he’ll listen.”
All you do is give her a small nod; you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. “Thank you, Maryam. For everything you’ve done for me. I don’t know how to ever pay you back, truly.”
“For starters, you can help me by packing that delivery I’m sending you to do.”
You start walking back to the inn as soon as you’re both done with the cleaning, palming your pockets, being satisfied by the thought of getting paid 2 coins. To be frank, you found it as motivation, in this era, to be paid day by day rather than every week or even bi-weekly. It allowed you to plan every day and not waste a single second to make sure you worked efficiently.
However, as you make your way back to the place you call home, at a distance, you see an older man. He and his wife are standing in the middle of one of the intersections you have travelled in the recent hours.
They seemed to be looking for someone… or rather something? Their eyes constantly go down to the dirt path, and their fingers point downwards.
You approach the couple, and you see that these aren’t regular commoners. Their robes are filled with handcrafted details, accessorized with griddles of high quality. The woman’s veil seems on par with the quality of the veils you saw at the market not too long ago. Her sleeves make it hard for her to adequately point to where she wants to, as they are quite big, certainly in style.
You see the man carries with him a sword, perhaps he is a knight, you tell yourself. That is, before you remember that Maryam said the Lord of Sidon was here.
Oh?
When you are all but an arm's length away from them, guards that were on their sides are suddenly in front of you, backing you away from the couple.
“I- My lord!” You manage to let out before you are fully blocked by these guards.
It is the guard on your left who speaks, “Girl, state your business.”
You remind yourself to give the lords the respect they deserve. After all, you are a simple commoner; they are nobles in this world.
“I apologize for any inconvenience I have caused my Lord and his knights.” You bow your head, “I couldn’t help but wonder if there is anything I can do for him or my Lady, as this is no place for them.”
At the mention of his wife's title, the man steps forward, “What is it you seek from my wife?” His tone being a bit hostile.
“Nothing, sir. I was all but wondering if you need help finding an item? I was walking back to my quarters after a day at work and came across what I’m seeing now.”
He studies your posture, your bowed head, and takes a deep breath. “My dearest wife has lost her ring, a ring she cherishes the most. It’s been gone quite a time now, and seeing as the sun is about to set, I doubt we’ll be able to find it.”
“May I ask where she lost it?”
“She isn’t sure where exactly, but we were travelling around these grounds.”
His wife approaches now, curious to see what you are talking about with her husband.
“Can I ask my lady what her ring looks like?”
The woman replies only after her husband gives her a nod of the head, “It was a silver ring. Very beautifully made.”
“Was it by any chance adorned with green stone?”
She gives a sad smile, “Yes, Emerald stone.”
Her husband, quicker than her, asks, “Have you seen such a ring?”
You nod slowly. “I remember going near the cloth stalls earlier today. A merchant had it; he was flaunting it around. He even offered it to me as pay for a day’s work.”
The lady’s eyes widen in horror. “Where is he?” She grabs you by the shoulders in desperation, “Show us where my ring is, dear.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
You lead the lord’s traveling group to where you were in the morning, the avenue in which most stalls would normally be open. Right behind you are the knights that pushed you away initially, walking behind them are the lord and his wife.
Seeing as the work day was almost over and the sun was setting, you had little to no faith in finding the merchant still in his stall. But at last, you catch him in a heated discussion just like the one you observed earlier today.
“Ha. You really thought I was gonna give such a ring to you? Look at yourself.” His hands waved in front of the man he was bickering with, “Perhaps if you work with me a whole year, then I can start to even think about letting you have this ring.”
As the man in front of him was about to open his mouth to reply, the knights of Lord Sidon quickly pass you right up and flock to the merchant's side. One of them holds his arms behind his back, and the other searches his griddle and the sacks he has on it.
“Hey! Get off me, wh-” The man starts to object, but is cut short when the Lord of Sidon stands in front of him.
His face pales, eyes widen, when the knight searching him pulls out from one of his pockets the ring belonging to the Lady of Sidon. Evidently, the ring is hers, and the man responsible for the robbery of such a ring was apprehended.
You watch as the scene unfolds off to the side.
The lord says, “State your name and business,” in a voice so calm, you could almost believe the two men are friends.
“I- My I-” The merchant is let go, still, he remains surrounded by the knights and the lord himself. “I beg of you, my lord, please have mercy on me. I didn’t know who the ring belonged t-”
“Silence.” The lord’s voice is authoritative, even makes you slightly jump back. He continues, “Are you aware of the punishment that is given to people who steal from the nobility?”
The merchant, now too cowardly to speak, only nods in response.
“I have more than enough proof that not only did you steal my wife’s ring, but you were planning on making business with it. Either way, if you admit to your crime or not, death is waiting for you.”
Stealing— punishable by death.
You stand in shock, even pity for the merchant. You thought that stealing often led to mutilation of a body part, but you never thought that such a crime could lead immediately to death.
Thoughts of how this merchant's life will ultimately end because of your choice start running through your head. You didn’t sign up for this. You weren’t sent to cause suffering. What if this merchant, as arrogant as he is, is simply ambitious in his career affairs because of his family? Would you have done things differently if you were in his shoes?
“Wait!” You scream out before your brain makes the decision to speak. All eyes are on you now, even the bystanders who initially ignored the lord, punishing the merchant, start eyeing you from a distance.
“I understand what he did is inexcusable. No one in your place, my lady, would’ve liked to have had such a ring stolen, especially if it means a lot to you.”
You hesitantly continue, “When I made the connection between your ring and its thief, I wanted to do the right thing and help you find it. However, I cannot, in good conscience, also be the reason why a man dies. I want justice to be served, but I also don't want to be responsible for the suffering of his family and the people whom he takes care of.”
Everyone around you is still. The knights look to their master for instructions on what to do next. The Lady of Sidon looks moved by your statement, and she glances at the ring already in her possession again. The Lord, in turn, simply looks up at the sky. You see a smile on his face.
“It is getting dark now, your family ought to miss you if you get home late, isn't that right?” Reginald asks the merchant.
“Ye-Yes, my lord.”
“You are to say your goodbyes to your family, and come turn yourself in tomorrow morning at the castle. I care for the safety of this city just as much as I care for my own family. I’ll see that you do your side of the bargain."
His words become final; everyone around seems to start moving to go home. You don’t dare to say anything further. Perhaps he is going to deal with the merchant's fate in secret; that way, his family doesn’t have to suffer with the mystery of his disappearance. What can you, a mere girl with no real power in this kingdom, do to help him further?
You’re still to the side, with your eyes glued to the dirt path, when you hear the footsteps of the lord and the lady approach you.
“He cannot be fined; that punishment is too easy for him to pay, as he is a merchant. You reminded me that justice and mercy must walk together.”
Your body relaxes as you hear his sentence. You’ve avoided blood on your hands for today.
He gives you a pat on your shoulders, an endearing way to say thank you. “Tell me, what is it that you do?”
“Sir?”
“Your way of living.” He says simply.
“Oh. I am an apprentice to a master apothecary. I was on my way back home when I saw you both.”
Agnes, his wife, looks at you curiously.
She asks, “What is your master's name?”
“Her name is Maryam, she’s not too far from these stalls. She’s a wonderful woman, truly. I can’t give her enough praise through mere words.” You smile as the memories of when you first met her flash in your mind.
“Maryam? I think I have heard about her. Is she Muslim? My husband knows a great deal about these Arabs in the city. Don’t you, Reginald?”
He nods his head, “Yes, in fact, I’ve recently been doing a lot of research about the latest medicinal herbs. That is, in fact, why we have come to Jerusalem.”
Having put together what Maryam told you about the King being a leper (a possible one at the very least), and the fact that a lord has travelled all the way to Jerusalem in search of the latest in terms of medicine, you deduce that he is probably here to help the King himself.
“I don’t want to impose on your official business, but would you like to come by her stall? I’m sure she would be thrilled to have both of you there.”
The Lady of Sidon, finally acting as the lady she is, answers first, “Lord knows I don’t want to spend another second outside of the castle’s walls. I cannot risk the chance of another incident happening simply because I accompanied my husband to his bidding.”
He chuckles in response, seeing his wife in distress over a ring, “Well, I actually had a different thing in mind.”
You look at him puzzled, “And what is that, sir?”
He holds the words in his mouth for a beat longer than usual, making you panic, “I have to say your behavior is quite unusual for a girl your age.”
“I apologize-”
“I wasn’t finished.”
Right.
His presence, as it is, feels very overwhelming; to add to it, his voice is very cut and dry now in comparison to when you first met him. Hell, even when he was talking to the merchant. You suppose that’s why he is Lord of Sidon in the first place.
“As I was saying,” he clears his throat. “You spoke of justice as something you frequently think of. You act as though knighthood were within your grasp. And know I am aware that you study medicine.”
No wonder they chose a man for this trip. I’ve been acting too recklessly, and now it’s caught up to me to bite me in my ass.
“I should like to ask you some questions. I’ll be at the castle first thing in the morning, as you know, we shall speak then.” He bows his head very slightly before taking his wife’s hand.
And just like that, they leave.
You are simply left standing there, unsure what exactly you’ve been drawn into.
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I know I haven't been active in a while, I'm just currently going through some family issues. That being said, I'm not entirely sure when I'll be back to posting regularly. I have been writing in the old fashion way (with paper and pencil), so the upcoming fics, which include the Baldwin chapter 2 and Reiner's date, are being worked on. I have also started on some new ideas I have.
However, putting a date to when those fics will be transferred onto my Google Docs, edited them, and actually posting them, I can't know for sure. By the time I get back, though, everything will be sorted out. So for now, just bear with me. Thank you :)
Husband!Erwin gets baby fever!
Pairing: Husband!Erwin x Fem!Reader
WC: 1.2k
Tags: Fluff, lovesick Erwin, slight mention of mpreg & Jean/Marco. Sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, suggestive at the end!
Art credit to @/maino_merry on X!
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Jujutsu Kaisen
Choso
╰┈➤ Is It To Your Satisfaction?
˗ˏˋpt.2 coming soon
˗ˏˋFratBoy!Choso AU coming soon
Gojo
╰┈➤ I'll Follow You Until You Love Me
╰┈➤ NerdJo
Nanami
╰┈➤Oh Heavenly Father
Sukuna
╰┈➤ FratBoy!Sukuna
Higuruma
╰┈➤ Higuruma Boyfriend Hcs
Attack On Titan
Reiner
╰┈➤ Reiner Boyfriend Headcannons
╰┈➤ Mechanic!Reiner fixes your tire
˗ˏˋGoing on a date with Mechanic!Reiner coming soon
╰┈➤ Mechanic!Reiner as your husband
Levi
╰┈➤ Levi doesn't say he cares; he shows it
Multi-Character
╰┈➤ Type of Bending Pt.1
Kingdom of Heaven
Baldwin IV
╰┈➤ Throughout Time and Time, My Will Shall Not Falter
˗ˏˋ Prologue: The Task
˗ˏˋ Chapter One: Jerusalem
˗ˏˋ Chapter Two: A Knight coming soon
Letting Choso use blood manipulation to keep his cock up
You promised your sweet Choso you would be able to handle it if he went a little bit harder on you during sex.
He was just so reluctant, deciding he would rather die than hurt you during something that should be intimate and personal. Plus, Choso liked it best when you went hard on him.
Then, you brought up him using his cursed technique to keep his cock up longer during sex. If he wasn’t sold on going harder on you, at the very least he could fuck you for even longer than usual.
Initially, Choso said no. He was worried that something might go wrong and hurt you.
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IM SMILING SO HARDDDDD
Nothing Left - Reiner Braun Pt. 1
a/n: You wonderful people that write for him write too good, now I've been converted, also this was pretty long so I broke it into two parts
Summary: College AU, Friday Night Football takes a rough turn - 2.2k words
Warnings: Strong Language, somewhat graphic injury detail (blood and snapping), angst angst angst
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The whole crowd was on their feet. If your school won this game, it would be the first time in 10 years that your football team would make the playoffs. It was one of the last few regular-season games of the year, and your team was on a roll, up 21-14 in the third quarter, everything was going smoothly. You stood with your friends, cheering and shouting, with your face painted with school colors, sporting your boyfriend’s jersey. He was running with the ball, the announcer counting down the yards he had left until the endzone, when a huge hit came.
“And down goes Braun, that did not look good,” boomed over the loudspeakers. You stood there frozen. The player who took him down was celebrating, dancing over him, and the crowd went berserk, screaming and booing.
“Fuck you, 31!” You turned to see Annie’s hands cup around her mouth, joining the riot of the crowd, you remained frozen.
“He’ll be alright,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to see Bertholdt, you felt a little better, but not much. The player 31 got surrounded by your team, being pushed and shoved, all while the man you loved was just lying there motionless. The crowd died down as the coaches rushed over to him, breaking up the fight, then kneeling down, the rest of the team joined in kneeling. You could feel your face heating as the coaches started poking and prodding at him. You ran down, pushing through the crowd of people, to the front fence; your friends were on your tail. You screamed his name at the field.
“Get up, damn you,” you choked out through tears, “get up!” The whole crowd fell silent as paramedics made their way onto the field. You ran over to where the paramedics were entering, but security stopped you.
“Let go,” you squirmed in their grasp. He made his way to his knees, throwing off his helmet, staring at the ground. He buckled under his arm quickly after, as it bent in a way that was definitely not normal. You couldn’t hear it, but from looking, you could feel the snapping of the bone. You saw blood trickling down from his temple as he made his way back to the ground. He shouted in pain, breaking your heart, clutching his arm as he lay on the ground. Fuck you mumbled to yourself before shouting at the field again.
“You need to calm down, miss,” security barked at you as your movement didn’t stop.
“You don’t understand, that’s my boyfriend,” you cried. The paramedics loaded him onto the stretcher, draping his mangled arm over his chest, wheeling him into the emergency vehicle. It made you feel sick and angry that you couldn’t be there with him in this moment. You looked back at your friends once more before breaking through the grip of security. You ran over to the vehicle.
“Where are you taking him?” you cried to the last person as they entered the vehicle.
“I’m sorry, we can only disclose details to family right now,” the man said while shutting the door. You stopped it with your hand.
“That’s my boyfriend. We live together; his family is out of state, and I’m all he has here. Please just give me something,” you cried harder.
“We have his records. When we know more, if you are his emergency contact, we will give you a call.” The man slammed the door as security pulled you away, guiding you back to your friends.
“Jerks,” Annie glared at the two officers. The three of you walked back towards the stands, but you couldn’t make your way up, not like this, not after this had happened.
“I’m just gonna go home,” you told them.
“Not without us,”
“No, stay, I just need to be alone,”
“Keep us updated,” you nodded before taking off. You walked back to your apartment in the dark, clutching the oversized jersey on your body. Your phone buzzed, a number, caller ID showing medical. You picked up quickly, almost dropping the phone from shaking.
“Hello?” you said quickly, freezing in your path home.
“Hello, is this Y/N?” the voice on the phone spoke, crackling.
“Yes, this is Y/N, is he okay?”
“I think you should come down here.” Your heart sank, and the person on the phone began reading you the address. You quickly punched it into your phone; it was a 30-minute walk from where you were. You began to run, glancing at your phone every so often to make sure you were still heading the right direction, your heart was guiding a clear enough path for you. When you arrived, you texted your friends quickly, letting them know where you were. You burst through the hospital entrance, dashing to the reception desk.
“You visiting a patient or you have an emergency?” she had an attitude. You glared at the young woman sitting in front of you.
“Visiting, I’m visiting, staying, I don’t know anything, just take me to whatever room Reiner Braun is in,” you huffed. Her eyes shot you a wide glare.
“Just wait here, someone will be out to get you. Can I ask your name to get you a tag?”
“Y/N, L/N,” you pouted.
“Are you family?” she said, typing your name.
“No,” you rolled your eyes, “but I got a call telling me to come to this location, so I don’t really feel like getting my time wasted right now.” You were making a scene, steaming, but you didn’t care, not in this moment.
“Well, unless you’re family-” just then, someone came in from the hall.
“Are you Y/N?” the person in front of you asked. You nodded. “Follow me”. You followed the man down the hallway, shooting the woman at the desk a cocky smirk as you went past her.
“Sorry about the confusion,” the man said, “she’s new.”
“It’s fine,” it wasn’t, but you wanted to try to calm down before going into the room.
“He’s just come to his senses, he has a major concussion, and a break in his forearm, standard football injury; however, I would advise that after this concussion, he not play again for a while.”
“What do you mean, like ever?” You asked, voice shaking.
“It’s likely, but hard to tell right now, he didn’t even remember getting hit, he remembered being wheeled into the van, and then being here, nothing before nothing in between, we may have to keep him here just to find more details, depending on the severity.” The two of you stopped in the hallway, and he pointed at the door next to you.
“He does remember you, however, that was the first thing he asked after what happened.” You felt the tears swelling in your eyes, you peeked through the window of the room, seeing him hooked up to all these tubes, and the bandages on his arm felt like a knife to the stomach. The doctor opened the door for you,
“Look who I found,” he smiled. He pulled up a chair next to the bed for you to sit in. Your boyfriend slowly turned his head to face you in the chair you were sitting in; he was smiling with sleepy eyes.
“Y/N,” he sighed in relief.
“Hey, you,” you smiled, running a hand over his hair, before reaching the bandage where he was bleeding, fighting back tears. The doctor left the two of you alone. You took his hand in yours, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb.
“Are you really here, or are the pain meds tricking me?” he laughed. You knew it was the meds talking, but how could he be so happy in this instance?
“No, I’m here,” you wiped your eyes.
“What happened to me?” he said, moving his hand to your face, wincing as if it took all his effort. You fell into his hand, sobbing.
“What’s important is it sounds like you’re gonna be okay.” His fingers started playing with the ends of your hair.
“Please just tell me, I remember getting up, hearing your voice, then all of a sudden I was here,” he heard you, over probably all the other noise in his head, he heard you.
“You heard me?” Oh god, I probably embarrassed him, you thought.
“I did, I think I did, you were yelling something…” his voice trailed off, furrowing his brows.
“Yeah…” you were regretting it now.
“Tell me what happened, Y/N.”
“31's an asshole, that’s what happened…I tried to get to you, but they wouldn’t let me. I was so scared. You were just lying there, motionless…” your voice was breaking.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” How could he be sorry, after all he had been through, he was apologizing. You felt sorry more than anything. After hearing what the doctor said, you should be apologizing to him.
“Don’t be sorry, you’re okay, and that's what matters,” you said, sniffling sternly. The doctors interrupted,
“Sorry to break this up, but we do have some work to do to get the two of you out of here as quickly as we can,” you nodded at the doctor, pulling Reiner’s hand away from your face.
“You can wait here, Y/N,” the other doctor echoed. You kissed your boyfriend’s hand goodbye as they pulled his bed through the doors. You felt your phone buzz in your lap, and you opened it to a message from Annie, saying an image was attached. You sighed, then opened the photo. It was her, with that jerk pinned under her arm,
You: Kicked his ass?
Annie: Something like that, is he okay? You: Concussion, broken arm, but they are with him right now, trying to get us out quickly as long as it’s not too severe
Annie: Well, that’s a relief, isn’t it? You: Doctor told me he might not ever play football again…”
Annie: Oh…how are you going to tell him?
You: I can’t do that…not now
Another message lit up on your phone: your Dad. We were watching the game, hope the big guy is okay :)
More and more messages kept flowing in checking on him, a few from your family, your friends, and then ones from his family started flowing in. You provided as much detail as you could to his family as possible and ensured you would take good care of him. It had been a while, and you started drifting off to sleep in the chair.
You woke up early the next morning, 5 am to be exact, fresh out of a dream reliving the nightmare you experienced the night before, you stepped into the hallway looking for the cafeteria, when the doctor came by, handing you coffee,
“We handled everything last night. He should be good to go; however, he needs to take it very easy, which I’m sure shouldn’t be a problem with you around,” he winked. You two walked back into the room, and you sat there for a few more hours exchanging care directions until he woke up. Your friends were waiting outside the hospital to drive the two of you home.
“There he is,” they exclaimed as he got into the car. He scrunched his face, rubbing his head.
“Sorry, we are just excited to see you,” Bertholdt smiled, pulling out of the parking lot. The four of you made your way up to your apartment, and you were greeted by all of Reiner’s favorites, snacks, drinks, games, and even some flowers.
“You guys,” you smiled. The two exchanged a high five, with smirks across both their faces. The two left you to your business.
“Well, what do you want to do first, food, drink, game, sleep, whatever you want,” you smiled, tucking him in on the couch.
“Definitely sleep,” he sighed, nestling into the blanket you draped over him. You gathered some nearby pillows to prop his arm on. After taking care of him for the weekend, everything was going smoothly. The doctor said it would only take a few days for some of the concussion symptoms to go away, and he could start living life somewhat normally, but the time for you to tell him what the doctor said to you was approaching fast. Monday morning, he woke up later than usual without having a morning practice to go to, his mood was off, he didn’t want to go to class, so you gave him the day off, emailing his professors explaining the situation and getting some makeup notes. Tuesday, same deal, walking around groaning, flipping through old game footage, when Wednesday came, it was time you ripped the bandaid off; you couldn’t deal with him moping anymore.
“Rei, maybe you should head back to class soon,” you said, rubbing his shoulders.
“Give me until next week, then I’ll go back. It’s over for me, Y/N, isn’t it?
“Shit,” you said under your breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
“What-” you cut him off
“Well, the doctor doesn’t know if you can play football again,” it just exploded out of you, and you covered your mouth quickly after saying it. Your head shot down to the floor... ___________________________________ Stay Tuned for Part 2 ;)
Football Reiner does something to me ( ´ཀ` ) lmao
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Go show her some love !!!
I've spend majority of my time cleaning up my drafts and getting started on the layouts for my upcoming fics— ch.2 baldwin fic and the date with reiner fic.
Rest assured, I'm posting them all within the month (pls hold me accountable if I don't).
BE THE ONE
Summary: Being the tutor of frat boys Eren Jaeger and Satoru Gojo has gotten you quite a few jealous stares, but they were nothing more than hot acquaintances to you. That changes when they both invite you to a frat party they're hosting.
Content: College au, fratjo, frat!eren, fem reader, alcohol usage, characters are tipsy, making out, oral sex, spit, cum eating, choking on dick, penetration, no condom, kind of an Eiffel Tower?, positions are weirdly placed, yumihisu mentioned, mostly proofread
A/N: Art by @mochikuyo on Twitter!
WC: 3k
Eren Jaeger and Satoru Gojo—two of the most well-known men throughout your entire college campus. The reasons for their popularity weren't all good, but most were decent.
The two were notorious frat boys, ones that would throw parties that would have students talking for days after they took place. Having attended a few, you could admit they were pretty exciting. Eren and Satoru were both fun and pretty nice, at least to you.
Type of Bending AOT Characters Would Have
Ever wondered what type of bending your favorite AOT character would have? ⸝⸝ ATLA AU ⸝⸝ These are personal headcannons ⸝⸝Short explanations included!
Eren ⸝⸝ Firebending
I think his character goes hand in hand with the element. Throughout the show, he's very determined to get where he wants— just like fire is determined to burn everything in its path. To the people around him, he seems suicidal, locked in for his own goals, and even self-destructive in later episodes, but it's all to protect those around him. There is also that internal wildfire inside of him: he wants what is best for his friends but the only way to do it is by becoming the enemy, something he doesn't want to become but ultimately has to.
Armin ⸝⸝ Waterbending
He always dreamed of seeing the ocean— so duh I'd say waterbending. Water, as an element, goes with the flow of things, just like Armin followed Eren everywhere he would go, even if it meant getting into trouble. However, just as water can be seen as "harmless," it can pose a threat when bigger issues arise, and can even be seen as deadly (Armin, despite being a kind soul, was the cause of thousands of deaths in Marley).
Mikasa ⸝⸝ Earthbending
Earth is a very strong element; it often grounds the user while destabilizing the enemy. Mikasa was often grounded in the idea that she was alive in order to protect Eren and Armin. To others, she was an Ackerman— a bloodline that produced inhuman soldiers— and that in itself was scary to others. The only reason why I wouldn't categorize her as an Avatar is that she never wanted to be part of the fight against Titans or Marley; she only really wanted to protect Eren and Armin.
a/n— the inspiration came from my sister (everyone say thank you) she randomly asked me what element i thought the aot cast would be if they were placed in atla and i thought it would make a nice post. im making this have multiple parts since i didn't want to spend too much time on this today (i am BACKED up with other projects lmao). if you have different opinions i'd love to hear them <3 please be nice about it tho
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I do apologize for being inactive for a couple of days. This is probably going to keep up until I finish finals 🥲 I haven't had the time nor the energy to finish the upcoming projects I have, but as soon as I finish the semester, I'll post the fics I've been working on!!
btw we are so close to getting 500 followers, I'm actually so thankful for all of you guys <3 I'm planning an event when that happens :]
ꮼ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
ᦸ explicit smut ⸝⸝ cunnilingus ⸝⸝ devoted eaters ⸝⸝ not proofread.
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : toph katara sokka zuko aang
ᦸ 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡 tends to get a bit lost in it... a solid 8/10.
She starts off by kissing your inner thighs and pulling your legs over her shoulders, teasingly breathing on you while whispering; it's always painfully slow before she gets to work.
You can never last long when she goes down on you, from the way she's trying to suck your soul out & her own little noises; who can even blame you?
She'll moan into you every time you tug her hair, sucking & slurping at your clit harder as your thighs curl tightly around her head.
She will lick her lips before kissing your lips after you finish on her pretty tongue.
ᦸ 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 is a quick learner & practices often... hands down a 10/10.
She's always so patient with her teasing, because she knows once she goes all in, the sex won't last more than five minutes.
Her record for making you finish the quickest was three minutes, where she'd refused to break eye contact while eating like she'd been starved.
Katara's grown very in tune with your body, listening to what it's saying more than just going crazy; she'll be very tender with it, holding your thighs in place & taking breaks to whisper how pretty you look for her.
She always pulls back, slowly exhales & kisses up your stomach while asking if you're okay after she gets you to finish for her—like she hadn't just made you see stars.
ᦸ 𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 makes sure his girl is very satisfied... 8/10.
He'll get so into it sometimes he'll not realize how many times you've finished until your thighs are shaking against his skull, whining that you can't take anymore.
It always strokes his ego when you cum on his face, which is fine; with his skills, he deserves it. The only complaint you could even have about it is how fast he gets you there.
Sometimes, he'll use his fingers if his jaw needs a momentary break. But then he'll coo how pretty you look, & his tone doesn't help when you're trying to last long enough that it isn't pathetic.
He'll always be so proud of himself while cleaning you off after, too, sweet & gentle, but you can just feel that he's smug about it.
ᦸ 𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨 eats for the love of the game... 9/10.
He's very thorough when eating you out. Patiently taking the time to learn everything that makes you tick & sticking with it.
Sometimes he'll stop and pull back just to lick his lips & stare at you before diving back in; that pause always feels more intimate than the build-up, with his long hair brushing your skin & half-lidded eyes.
He grips onto your thighs whenever you're close & holds you in place so you can't just squirm away, pulling back to rest a palm on your stomach and reminding you to stay still.
Zuko's always so sweet after you come for him, cleaning you up & offering to make you dinner, run you a bath, or just sit with you for a few minutes.
ᦸ 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 does not play about his favorite meal... no notes, 10/10.
He moans like he's the one getting head—hands placed firmly on your stomach & he'll moan into you so desperately it's almost pathetic.
Aang uses his fingers on your clit, though sparingly, so he can focus on teasing you. He'll slowly trace around the sensitive nub while he gets drunk off your noises; any sound he gets out of you is such an accomplishment.
The fact that he's the avatar doesn't matter; the moment you're in bed, the only thing on his mind is how good he can make you feel.
Whenever he can tell you're close, he likes to intertwine one of his hands with yours so you can feel more comfortable.
Aftercare is good too; he'll carry you to the bathroom & run you a bubble bath while making sure you're okay.
So yummylicious
HERE’S MY REINER 🥰🥰
my mii and him are already good friends teehee
i’ll be making more characters later @cryinginmyveil
This is actually so cute 😍😋 and you kept his gray shirt
I need to hurry up and buy the game
Mechanic!Reiner as your husband
wc: 673 ⸝⸝
a/n— A little something while you guys wait for your date with Mechanic!Reiner ⸝⸝
Mechanic!Reiner is a blue-collar man. You knew it when you met him, and he’s made it clear to you that he genuinely enjoys fixing any car, engine, or tire he comes across.
Sometimes you do worry that he might overwork himself, so anytime you bring up changing careers, his answer is the same as always—a big, clear “no.”
Mechanic!Reiner tells you he loves being a mechanic because he sees how those hard, long hours he spends in the shop pay off. The look on his face when he’s achieved something with his own hands is quite priceless— even if that includes opening a small jar of strawberry jelly early in the mornings for you.
Sure, he might be a mechanic, but he is also very handy when it comes to other types of hard work.
If there is a water leak underneath the kitchen sink? Mechanic!Reiner comes to the rescue. You mention you wanted a new desk? He insists on building it for you. Oh, and when you ask your husband for a shoulder massage? God, you are left satisfied, to say the least; his hands really do wonders.
You can say Mechanic!Reiner is a bit traditional when it comes to who the breadwinner is. Having been raised only by his mother, he thinks that, while women are more than capable of working and taking care of themselves, if a man is able-bodied, why shouldn’t he work to take care of his mother, cousin, and wife?
He’s very insistent that you shouldn’t worry about financial problems as long as he’s there, but under no circumstances does he tell you to quit your job, nor that you should become a housewife. He says that if you do decide to quit, he’ll support your decision no matter what.
When Mechanic!Reiner comes home from a long day at work, the first thing he usually does is wash his hands until all the oil and junk comes off them.
In special situations, where he seems to be in a particular mood, he decides to skip washing his hands and hugs you from behind— getting you and your clothes dirty— all for the sake of getting you to shower with him.
Mechanic!Reiner really is a golden retriever. You see this in the way he treats others like his friends, his family, and especially you. You see the way he has unwavering loyalty to everyone in his life, no matter the impact they’ve had on it.
Mechanic!Reiner enjoys going anywhere with you. If you tell him you want to hang out that night, he's down. If you don’t feel like going out and getting ready, he suggests staying indoors to cuddle and watch a movie. He doesn’t care what the two of you do as long as he gets to spend time with you.
And when you bring up the fact that you want to start a family, Mechanic!Reiner is ecstatic.
(If you prefer not to have kids, trust me, Mechanic!Reiner is just as content. If he has children or not, it doesn’t matter, as long as he gets to build a life with you).
When you are sick, unfortunately, Mechanic!Reiner isn’t the best nurse you could ask for. It’s not that he doesn’t want your fast recovery, it’s just that he doesn’t know what to do for you to get better; he is a mechanic and not a nurse.
In moments like these, he does panic and call everyone on his contact list. Usually, the first one he calls in situations like these is his mother, and of course, she is more than helpful.
You couldn’t be prouder of who you call your husband. Mechanic!Reiner wasn’t just some guy who helped you with your tire one day; he was a guy who didn’t mind letting his guard down around you. Someone who, despite being a big, strong man, is actually the sweetest, most caring husband who wants to be with you for as long as life allows.
