🌼NightJasmine🌼

I love anime, I came here to read and write fanfics.

[micheswife]

For The Sake Of Love, Survive

Spoilers below

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Fanfic where Nanami survives after Shibuya because my poor heart needs healing

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Potential triggers

- just a teensy bit of gore because of Mahito

-description of Nanami feeling a lot of pain

-taking medication as a form of coping

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Canon story divergence, sfw, reader is non-sorcerer, set in Shibuya arc

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“Thank you…” you whispered, taking the single red rose.

It was the second time he had offered it to you with pleading eyes. It was quite unlike the blond haired sorcerer to force, request or coerce people to accept his affectionate advances. He had endless formalities, but not with you, not today.

“I have told you everything about me y/n, this is my job and I think I really am going to die.” his words still rang loud in your mind as you walked back home. It had been years since you experienced such levels of anxiety and anger.

“I don’t want you to go, please Nanami, stay back..” you said, letting your tears out. “It’s not fair, I just found you…” this time, you spoke more to yourself than him.

“It hurts me too, I love you more than anything else in the world, but… I can’t let those children fight for themselves out there.”

“Right… so, bye then.” You wiped your tears and stood up to walk out of his apartment, absolutely sure that Nanami would be that one ex who’d stir trouble in all your future relationships, because you just would not move on from him.

“Hey, wait.” Nanami tried to hold you back but you gently removed his grip.

“I have to move on from you, dear. Stop holding me back..”

“I know. I am sorry to have pursued you. I knew I’d die first, I just did not think it’d be so soon. But please, I want to spend my last moments with you.” His words made you feel angry. It was always like this with people. They’d take and take and take from you until you had nothing to give. Somehow, most people that entered your life, including Nanami, would dump their emotions on you.

‘I don’t want to lose you because no one understands me better.’

‘Talking to you feels so liberating and stress-free.’

‘I wish everyone was as good a listener as you.’

‘You are the only person who hasn’t judged me for this.’

And lastly,

‘please, I want to spend my last moments with you.’

His words angered you because he was just like everyone else who expected you to be an emotional crutch but never returned the favor. You wanted to keep the promise you made to yourself, the promise of not giving out gratitude for free, the promise to demand something in return for your relentless emotional labour. But you thought Nanami deserved an exception due to his impending death, so you caved.

“Okay.” That was all you said before you hugged him. Nanami had seen too much of your affection throughout the 9 months you were together, so you figured he deserved to see some of your wrath and disappointment too. Afterall, you wouldn’t see him ever again, and every person deserves to know how their partner really feels.

“I hate you Nanami. I hate you because you are leaving me. You made frequent visits to the same cafe as me, just to see and talk to me after work. You have dealt with so many dangerous situations throughout your career, your justification of ‘I just did not think it’d be so soon’ is ridiculous. You are so damn casual about this whole thing, it’s not normal, even for a sorcerer. As crazy as you claim the people from your area of work are, I can bet none of them would just expect their non-sorcerer partner to be okay with their deaths. Do you even know what you have ruined?” you paused to see if Nanami could answer.

“I ruined your entire lovelife..” he said, sadness evident in his voice.

“Right, whichever man has the misfortune of falling in love with me next will have to put up with my memories of you. I will never be able to forget you like the guys from my past because you actually mean more to me, because you promised me all these things that I never, never dared to consider a part of my life….” your tears broke out again, but you were not finished.

“Why couldn’t you just keep this casual?! I suggested it multiple times. You broke down my walls and now you’re leaving me… so soon.. It’s not good, Nanami, you weren’t kind to me..”

“That’s it, bye. I hope you enjoyed this time together. If, by any chance you come out alive from Shibuya, don’t come back to me, find a sorcerer that’s just as crazy as you.” and you left.

High on anger and adrenaline, you marched through the street paying little heed to the people around you. In that moment of anger, you hated that bastard. However, you began hating yourself as you made your way through the crowd. Was that long speech really necessary? Couldn’t you just be there for that man one last time? You had the thought of running back to him, but you couldn’t figure what you would do once you were near him. You wanted to yell at him again, you wanted to physically hold him back from leaving his apartment, you wanted to give him the best kiss of his life and promise to meet him in the afterlife, you wanted to bawl your eyes out until you fainted. These intrusive thoughts, all together, made you want to go to Shibuya so you could finally meet the same fate as him and end this wretched story for good.

You did none of those things, and just bought some mild sleep medication. Sleeping was your coping mechanism. As you unlocked the door to your apartment, you called your boss and told him you’d need three days of bereavement leave because one of your relatives died. You held the framed picture of you and Nanami from the time you went to the beach together. An old chain made of gold was shining bright around Nanami’s neck. It also had a golden pendant of a deity your family worshipped. You snuggled the picture to your chest as you drifted into a deep sleep after taking the medication. If you worry did not give you nightmares about Nanami's death, then you’d wake up with an empty mind after 10 hours and then you would do everything in your power to avoid any thought related to your boyfriend and the Jujutsu world. You did this after every bad incident you deemed as highly impactful to your life.

Meanwhile, Nanami battled and bled trying to protect those younger than him. It was hard, he had to dodge a gruesome death every second. Nanami feared neither death nor pain, but during that critical situation, he was determined to survive.

He always held the opinion that sacrifices were necessary to achieve a goal, and he’d readily give up his life for the sake of others, especially children. However, in Shibuya, he forced himself to carry the unrealistic expectation to save everyone, including himself. It was something that even a ball of sunshine like Yuuji Itadori would deem as stupid for a jujutsu sorcerer, had Nanami discussed such a thing with him.

Nanami was exhausted and paranoid by the time Dagon was finally defeated by Toji. Immediately after, Toji Zenin, in his murderous daze, disappeared leaving Maki, Naobito and Nanami facing none other than Jogo. Nanami knew what he was capable of. He felt hot flames engulf him before he could even think about escaping.

‘I am surviving this..’ he thought to himself, not wanting to give up.

Too many people need me.

I vowed to protect those kids.

I promised her a future.

I want a vacation.. with her.

I will not die.

Nanami was in a daze as he walked away from Jogo. He was not his usual alert self when a swarm of curses attacked him at once. He did not know how, but he felt his body move on its own. For any outsider, he would have looked like a monster fighting smaller monsters. Truth was, his senses were drowned by the overwhelming pain from Jogo’s attack. He could no longer sense where the curses came from, all he knew was that he was going to survive.

All I know is that I want to go back home.

Any curse in my way.. will be exorcised.

I’ll defeat these pests, once and for all.. I will get rid of them all. He envisioned a world without curses, a world where his woman would be safe.

I’ll forge it with my bare hands.

I’ll fight till they’re all gone, once and for all.

Lost within his own mind, Nanami did not realise when he eliminated the last curse, only to come face to face with the most dangerous of them off - Mahito. The patchfaced curse already had his hand on Nanami’s chest, ready to curse him. Nanami knew what was happening to him, but the overwhelming levels of adrenaline and his injuries made him feel less conscious. He knew what Mahito was capable of, yet, this time, he just couldn’t take him seriously.

Curses are shit.

Mahito is shit.

I am going to kill him.

Nanami was close to laughing in Mahito’s face when the latter asked if he could chat. Then, from the corner of his eye, Nanami saw Yuji, looking at him in fear.

“Yuji-kun, let’s kill him.” Nanami said, smiling casually as if he wasn’t at all burned to near death.

At that moment, Mahito cursed the sorcerer and blood splattered all over the place in an instant as Yuji stared at the gruesome sight before him. Something that looked like a spine was laying on the floor, red liquid and chunks of flesh slowly sliding down to reveal the bone. It was a bloodbath in true sense, vaguely reminding Yuji of Sukuna's domain. He took a look at his own self,only to see himself covered in the same blood. He was shellshocked but a voice brough him back to reality.

“Mahito-kun, is this your real form?” Nanami asked a few seconds after taking a good look at the dismembered cursed spirit, now struggling to regenerate himself. Yuji didn’t dare to move from his spot, terrified of the larger-than-life sized apparition behind Nanami. For the first time in his life, he had encountered someone scarier than the King of Curses. Meanwhile, Nanami chopped Mahito, limb by limb as a means of payback.

Oh right, I forgot to return her chain…

Nanami remembered a peculiar conversation from a few months ago. He had returned from a particularly bad mission. Shoko had spent hours healing him, and yet, he had suffered permanent damage from that fight. Y/n cried that day and all Nanami could say was..

“I am sorry dear… I am so sorry…” he was holding her close to his chest as she struggled to form words through her hiccups. Without saying a word, she got up and walked over to her wardrobe, opening it to reveal a complete mess… clothes overflowing, books on top of her electronics, some spare money strewn about… her wardrobe always ended up disorganised no matter how well he arranged things for her. She sat down and emptied the entire last shelf and fished out a metal box. It was locked. After two days of relentless searching and refusing to let Nanami go to another mission, she found the key.

“I don’t care what you think of jewellery, I am not even going to ask, but you are not allowed to take this off, ever.” Y/n said as she clasped the chain around his neck, pressing down on the hook to lock it in place.

“What is this y/n? If I can’t remove it, at least explain what it is.”

“It’s a family heirloom, every family is supposed to have one in our culture. It’s supposed to protect you against evil spirits and stuff.” Y/n said as she brewed tea for the both of them.

“No offence dear, but I don’t see any energy radiating off it, it might as well be just a piece of jewellery.” Nanami said, closely examining the pendant.

“Y/n, tell me, is this supposed to be for women?”

“Yes, but you’ll have to wear it.”

Nanami sighed, the pendant looked like a female deity. She had multiple arms, each one holding something, mostly weapons. Her hair reached her feet and she had ornaments all over her.

“Your culture does not have one that’s designed for men?” Nanami questioned.

“No.” y/n handed him the tea and snacks.

“Why?”

“Because women were the ones cursed for the smallest of mistakes, that’s why. It’s been passed down for many generations, from woman to woman. It’s supposed to hold generations worth of what you refer to as cursed energy, so in a way, it’s also supposed to protect us women from our negative emotions.”

Nanami wasn’t convinced but he still wore it for y/n’s sake. If wearing a chain would relieve her stress, then he would wear it. After all, who was even going to see it under his shirt?

In that moment, as he was slowly exorcising the last bits of Mahito, Nanami wondered why the deity did not show up until Mahito attacked him. He hypothesised it was because Mahito touched his soul. Truth be told, Nanami was slightly embarrassed but also relieved. A gold chain had accomplished what years of training as a Jujutsu sorcery did not. For the first time ever, Nanami let his guard down in all his encounters with cursed spirits and cursed users alike. He was fighting in Shibuya using the collective wrath of God-knows-how-many generations of women. Many curse users recognized the valuable piece of jewellery and tried to snatch it directly from his neck. As flimsy as the metal had become over years, the chain broke and most of the curse users were able to take it. Unfortunately for them, only Nanami was aware of how it worked. He smirked as he and Yuji exorcised another curse, picked up the chain and slipped it into his pocket., remembering another conversation with y/n

“Okay, it's a deity, not a cursed spirit, Nanami. As in, we actually worship her and festivals are held in her honour, so don’t reduce her to a cursed spirit, even though her whole concept is based on anger.” Y/n explained.

“I am kind of understanding, have you ever seen this thing work?” Nanami asked.

“No…. but no one ever seemed to be attacked by a curse.. Anyway, it’s mostly just beliefs and traditions, but please wear it, for me? It’ll make me feel safe.”

"I will wear it because it comforts you, but I have another question, what if someone steals it?" Nanami asked, concerned because he didn't want to lose the family heirloom of y/n.

"It won't protect the person who steals it. Infact, it will work against that theif. It only works properly if someone gives it you by their own willingness, like me. That's why, it considered dangerous to steal a woman's jewellery in my culture, it could actually curse you" Y/n replied.

“oh...that's interesting...” Nanami said, reassured her once again that he'd never take it off and left for Jujutsu Tech.

He always felt sorry for y/n whenever he remembered that conversation. Y/n had never been religious, she didn't even believe in cursed spirits. That was until Nanami entered her life and chose to be honest about his occupation, then she began praying out of fear.

Back in Shibuya, Nanami fought until he could no longer stand. He couldn’t help but feel thrilled fighting and exorcising his way through Shibuya.

This is probably what that potato-head Gojo feels like everyday.

Nanami thought to himself as he swung his hand in the general direction of a curse and it blasted it to pieces. Without the chain, he would have had to exert a lot more energy and accuracy. He was making his way to another curse when his injuries finally overwhelmed him. Nanami fainted, in the middle of a battlefield, yet perfectly protected.

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Nanami woke up to a very itchy sensation. He tried to scratch himself, only to touch rough fabric.

“Don’t scratch the wound, Nanami, just go back to sleep.” It was Shoko’s voice.

“Huh?”Nanami forced his eye open.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“It’s been 24 hours since we found you, I am not sure how long you were unconscious for that, but it’s a miracle you survived.”

“I know…” slowly, the incidents from Shibuya started crowding his memories. Unlike before, he was no longer in a crazy trance. He was back to his usual self, and his body felt like an overfilled sack due to the tightly wound bandages.

“I know you must be under a lot of pressure, but Shoko, how long will it take for me to recover?” Nanami asked, his voice raspy and weak.

“At least 3 whole weeks, and there’s lasting damage. You will need a wheelchair for a few months following your recovery and you will never be as agile ever again… I am sorry.” Shoko replied.

“Officially damaged beyond repair huh, it’s okay.”

“I am glad you are okay, the Jujutsu society will not allow you to take any mission beyond grade 3 from now on.”

“Ah… I was actually thinking of retiring.” Nanami smiled to himself as he looked for his phone.

“Here, I charged it for you.” Shoko handed him his phone which was surprisingly intact except for a few scratches here and there.

Nanami pressed onto the power button, and text message popped up 10 hours ago,

Are you there?

Smiling, he opened his inbox to find another text from 8 hours ago,

I will love you forever Nanami, rest in peace. I hope we’ll meet again

“Wow, this is kind of cheesy, Nanami. But I am glad you found someone.” Shoko was peering into his phone and Nanami did not even notice.

“It’s because she thinks I am dead.” Nanami chuckled.

Shoko smiled softly and went back to work, her schedule packed with no room to breathe. After losing two of her close friends, one destroyed by his own hand and the other one trapped in the prison realm, she was glad at least one of her friends would have a happy ending.

The sound of Nanami texting and Shoko preparing her medical instruments for another surgery were the only sounds echoing in the room for some time, until Nanami’s phone rang.

For the first time, Shoko sensed a level of lightheartedness in his voice. After talking for sometime, Nanami kept the phone and spoke, smiling ear to ear,

“Hey Shoko, my girlfriend is coming over, do you want something to eat, she could get it on her way.”

“Ask her to bring beer and cigarettes, I ran out hours ago and I need a smoke.”

“Sure thing, Shoko.”

“Say Nanami…”

“Hm?”

“Something tells me this is going to be a regular thing now, so do you wanna tell me about her?” Shoko asked him with a smirk.

“Sure thing, Shoko.”

Nanami’s cheeky smile was something Shoko wished Gojo, Geto and Haibara could see. For now, she was just glad to have someone alive and happy near her. At least someone from the Jujutsu world finally got the happy ending they deserved.

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[micheswife]

Takuma Ino is a cat person so I love him now

[tatakaeeren]

Nanami is doing things to me again... 💦

[flochlicious]

I can kinda see it happening

[miki-13]

Gabi and Falco have my heart and soul. Gabi finally realizing the truth, Falco confessing his love, and then Gabi ripping off his armband coming full circle of her character arc-!

God I love her and these two.

Also Yelena’s face needs it’s own warning because how in the hell did they manage to make her look even creepier?!

[micheswife]

Buried Confessions

Jean x shy cadet reader.

Summary: Reader has a crush on Jean, but Jean is sending mixed signals. He may or may not have feelings for her.

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Dinner time was unarguably the best part of the day for any scout. How could anyone deny it? It was the one time where everyone could have a good time. The whole day before dinner? You were either yelling at someone or getting yelled at by someone. For you, dinner time was more about observing people than actually interacting with them. Outside training sessions and expeditions, you were shy. Your friends and superiors found your personality almost confusing at times; how did you manage to switch between a timid mouse to a wild assassin so quickly? Even you had no idea, but you knew one person who had helped you open up immensely - Jean Kirstein. The same guy that was making you slightly uncomfortable during tonight's dinner. You never thought the situation between you and Jean would end up like this, at least not when you met him for the first time.

You were a part of the 104th cadet corps, but an urgent recruit. You and Floch - another urgent recruit, had trained together under Keith Shadis before joining the survey corps.

“You REALLY plan to join the survey corps with that attitude? Huh, you are like a goddamn rabbit!” These were the kind of taunts thrown at you during your pre-cadet training. Thankfully, it was Floch who mocked you, not Commandant Shadis. You tried not to pay attention to your fellow trainee’s comments, but sometimes they stung just a tiny bit.

You did not realise the severity of Floch’s bullying until after your initiation into the survey corps; you were wearing your uniform for the first time and your only mistake this time was thinking that Floch wouldn't pester you in front of other cadets. God, you were so wrong; he was MORE annoying this time.

"I am surprised your squad leader hasn't told you to chop that mess on your head yet." Who knew neatly tied up hair could be a problem? Apparently Floch can'tmindhisbusiness Forster. You just rolled your eyes in disdain, but you knew that alone wouldn't get your message into his thick skull, so you spat back at him, albeit in a polite manner.

"How short do you think I should go?" You asked with a fake, supersweet voice. The sarcasm went right over idiot Floch's head, who opened his mouth to answer, but you interrupted

"You don't reckon I should get a bowl cut like yourself, do you? I don't think pineapples look good per se."

Someone behind you chuckled; you recognised him, but forgot his name. He was a particularly talented boy with beautiful, light, ash-brown hair.

"That was good." He was smiling at you; you never noticed just how good-looking he was until then.

"Whatever.." Floch said, frowning.

"Hey, don't dish it if you can't take it." He confronted him.

"Stay out of it, horse-face!"

"I'll stay out of it if you stay out of her business." He shrugged with a cocky smile, looking down at Floch.

"It's oka -"

"No it's not. He's been bullying you, sweetheart." He was speaking in such an uncharacteristically polite tone, and his smile made you wonder if he was taking you for a fool. The petty spectacle had attracted some attention from your peers, who were honestly eager for him and Floch to get into a fistfight. You turned around to look at Sasha, a fellow cadet that was kind of your friend.

"Help me!" You mouthed, unsure of what else to do now that he and Floch were exchanging jibes.

"Oi brats! Gear up and come to the training grounds! You have 15 minutes!" Captain Levi's announcement was enough for both of them to break the fight. That day, the boy helped you out during training, making it a lot less stressful. He even showed you around the buildings because you had spent all your time in your room. He introduced himself as Jean Kirstien. His goofy, carefree personality somehow complemented your elegant, reserved one.

"He has a crush on you, that Floch." Jean said; you both were strolling in the windy corridors in one of the buildings.

"Wh-? No way! He is awful!" You exclaimed in disbelief, shocked at Jean's judgement.

"Some boys are mean to the girls they like."

"Bullshit." You scoffed; you couldn't think of any other word for that ridiculous statement.

Jean stopped in his tracks looking pleasantly surprised. You turned around and shrugged,

"What?" You asked, smiling. You had already fallen for him and it hadn't even been a day since you started talking.

"I never heard you swear before."

"Right, we met TO-DAY, 6 hours ago to be precise." You already felt comfortable enough to be a tiny bit sassy in front of this cute guy.

"Actually no, YOU met me today, dreamer. I have known you since the day you joined the corps." He joined in on your banter.

"Dreamer?"

"Yea."

"No, why would you call me that?"

"Here's why? Tell me the name of that bald, puny guy with Sasha." He pointed towards a boy in a yellow shirt.

"I don't know."

"I wonder... WHY is that.. hmm?" Jean pouted at you.

"Okay, stop making that face. I got your point. I stay in my own head."

"Right, don't fret though. That head is a good place to be in. You honestly learned the ropes faster than many of us here." Jean seemed genuine.

"Thanks."

"If you ever feel too shy to approach people, just tell me, okay? I'll help you out with the socialising part." Jean's expression turned softer, you could tell he found you cute.

"Thank you, Jean."

And the horse-face kept his word. He introduced you to new people, and sometimes dragged you to games.He would always go with you to deliver reports to the commander's office. He crossed the line a couple of times by really pushing you outside your comfort zones, but immediately apologised after seeing you angry or offended. It was fun being around him, at least for the most part.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, your feelings for Jean had not completely gone. You wished they could disappear, but they wouldn't. Sometimes you felt like telling him the truth, but you held back. Not only would that be embarrassing, but Jean was really not your type. He wasn't honest and it confused, sometimes even annoyed you. You enjoyed it when he flirted with you during the initial days, but not anymore. Not after you found out that he liked Mikasa. The whole 104th knew about it; Jean made it that obvious. It was okay with you, after all, a love triangle was nothing out of this world. But Jean was the one who turned it into a problem by still trying to flirt with you. You never confronted him, but made your disapproval known by giving one word answers. There was no way you were going to get involved with him when he was so head over heels for someone else. Over time, Jean understood that his flirting attempts with you would only end with responses like "okay" and "cool", or worse, "hmm". So he stopped flirting for good and stayed within his boundaries, as a good friend that would banter around with you. You both were still a strong team, on and off the field. He still accompanied you to places, still pushed you into unnecessary social situations, still got on your nerves at times, and still adored you. But there was one thing, he also still stole glances at you every now and then. You always knew when he did that, but ignored it. Truth was, you did not know what was going on inside his head. For such an outgoing person, Jean was extremely secretive about his feelings. He seemed like he hadn't made a solid decision, unlike you; you had already decided to not pursue Jean and made peace with that choice. You didn't want to ruin your beautiful friendship with him. It was just a matter of some lingering feelings that you knew were going to fade away. Why couldn't Jean do the same?

"Why is this guy so indecisive.." you thought to yourself when you noticed Jean looking at you, yet again, during dinner. You picked up your bowl of soup and brought it to your lips, finishing the last of it. Jean was still staring when you finished your dinner. You went to wash your dishes. Perhaps he would pay attention to his dinner if you went out of sight for a while. Not only were you dead wrong about your judgement, but also stupid enough to look in his direction when you came back. He was not in his seat.

"Where is he?" You muttered to yourself, absent-mindedly walking towards the exit. You didn't know why YOU were looking for him even though you felt so bothered by his stares. You looked around hoping to see him and there he was, staring at you for God knows how long and now you were making eye contact with him. Your flight reflexes kicked in and you quickly turned around. It was an understatement to say that you were embarrassed, because that was evident from your red cheeks. He had caught you looking for him. You wanted to look back to check if Jean was still there, but instead, you scurried to the exit and went to your room.

"God, why!" You exclaimed to yourself.

"I just hope this gets buried under the rug." You muttered and buried yourself in your bed, ready to forget all about today's incident. But you knew it would be in the back of your mind for a few days. Truth was, you were overreacting, but that's expected from someone in your situation; after all, you still had a crush on Jean. How hard was it to come up with an excuse for the whole thing?

"I blushed because I saw my crush standing behind you, Jean."

Jean's gotta be straight about his feelings.

"I ran away because I remembered some urgent work, Jean."

You could straight up deny anything happened.

"Jean, I was not blushing."

There were many excuses you could make to avoid discussing the truth about your feelings and your questions, but who could explain that to a lovesick person?

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Jean's gotta be straight about his feelings.

Also, there you go @whiteroseskiss

[micheswife]

Anyone know some good aot-like anime? I need new middle-aged anime men to simp on.

[micheswife]

The Warhammer and her soldier.

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Pairing: Miche Zacharias x Marley Reader (Warhammer Titan)

One word: ANGST.

It also has some gore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, I presume we are enemies.”

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

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

“Excuse me?!”

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

“Miss, you have no idea how painful -”

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

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

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

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

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

"I hope you can meet Captain Levi then."

“Who’s that?” You asked.

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

“Y/n Tybur.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How so?"

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

"They would." You admitted.

"That's why it would be bad."

"Right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm."

"Did you know about this?" He asked.

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

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

"What for?"

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

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

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

"I am glad."

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

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

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

"Then I will always remember you."

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

"I am sorry, locking doors is .."

"I know."

"I'll miss you..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I hope y'all enjoyed it 💕.

Tags: @gurlbye-1

[micheswife]

Making Friends

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Miche Zacharias x Shy reader

Reader is a cadet in the 104th. She plays truth and dare, and her challenge involves saying something to Miche.

No warnings.

Also I decided to keep some characters alive that actually died in the anime, cuz I love them. 😢

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"Oh... you can make friends y/n, just come join us tonight...blah blah blahhhh." 

You muttered to yourself, trying to imitate the annoying, high-pitched voice of your only friend, Elena, in the survey corps. She was your rock, and you loved her until this moment. 

It all began while you were returning from the expedition today when you finally expressed your frustrations. 

"No, no, nooo. Honey, don't say that! Everyone likes you." she tried to reassure you.

"Everyone likes me? Seriously? That Eld guy referred to me as 'cadet h/c hair' today because he didn't know my name." you retorted. It wasn't that you wanted to be popular per se, but the lack of attention often meant that your hard-earned skills went unrecognized. 

Elena was dumbfounded at your reply. Her dejected expression, however, didn't stop you from further emphasizing your argument.

"And it has been 2 years since we joined, El. I am a good fighter, and I deserve the credit." It was true. You could miss out on a potential promotion if this went on. 

"Maybe you could be like Captain Levi. You know, he doesn't talk much, but people still respect him." You heavily sighed at her answer.

"Oh, I didn't know I was an Ackerman." Your sarcastic reply seemed to finally get your feelings through your friend.

"Oh yea.... besides, he does know how to socialize, he just chooses not to, unlike you.... " Elena trailed off with a gentle smile.

"Thanks for the compliment." You smiled back.

You both finished your cracker silently and walked back to your horses. You were about to go back to your place in the formation when Elena chimed, 

"You can start by making some friends y/n, just come join us tonight. It'll be fun."

You looked at her with a deadpan expression. 

"I promise, it'll be fun." she whispered hopefully. 

"Alright, honey. I'll join." You knew you had to start somewhere, even if it meant interacting with Elena's large friend group. It included eight people - Reiner, Bertoldt, Mina, Jean, Marco, Tomas, Sasha, Connie. 

And you showed up. You talked, laughed. You drank a little too. Everything was going well until a daily ritual began - Truth or Dare. You had gravely underestimated their boldness. 

Jean told Mina to flirt with Eren in front of Mikasa.

Connie told Reiner to eat bread without using his hands for tomorrow's breakfast. 

Marco told Tomas to walk outside the commander's office on his hands for one minute. 

Mina straight up told Jean to fight with Eren.

Bertoldt told Sasha to steal a potato in front of Levi. 

And that should have been your cue to leave, but you stayed. Against your better judgement, you chose dare and found out that your dear friend Elena was an evil little bastard during this ritual. 

"Tell Squad Leader Miche that his smelling habit is charming." She had an evil smirk the whole time. 

You were terrified but walked out of that room like a champ. 

"He's probably on the terrace." Someone shouted as you exited. 

You made your way to the terrace, fighting the urge to bail on this meaningless challenge and disappear inside your room. But you couldn't do it because your new friends were following you, trying to muffle their giggles. You were so scared. Miche was one of the most unapproachable leaders out there. This game was beginning to feel like a stupid idea. You couldn't help but mutter to yourself, "Oh... you can make friends y/n, just come join us tonight...blah blah blahhhh." 

After what seemed like a long flight of stairs, you finally reached the terrace. You slowly stepped outside, the cold wind stinging your face. You looked around, and sure enough, the tall, blond section commander was having his much-needed me-time. He was eating an apple, a luxury in your world. Perhaps, you could afford to buy fruit after a promotion. He was staring at the slightly illuminated town before him. People always wondered what went inside his head but kind of understood him. Commander Erwin pestered him daily, more so when drunk. You had seen Captain Levi ranting out his frustrations to Miche more than once. Squad leader Hanji would immediately look for Miche whenever Moblit wasn't around. You could understand Miche's need for space. 

You fiddled with your fingers as you waited for him to finish his Apple so he could finally turn around. Your friends peeking from the corner were more impatient. Jean decided that he had had enough. 

"I am going to whistle if you just stand here." he threatened.

"Fine, FINE! I'll go." 

You started walking, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the darkness. It was weird how Miche didn't bother to look in your direction despite the sound.

"Excuse me, sir." you asked in a tiny voice. 

Miche looked at you and squinted while you waited for a reply. He kept his distance but leaned in just a tiny bit and started sniffing you. Miche usually sniffed the cadets on their first day itself, but it was the first time he had sniffed you. You had cleverly avoided him during the initiation. 

"Hm." He smirked. You were about to speak, but he cut you off. 

"Are you an urgent recruit? What's your name?" 

"Y/n, sir. I am not an urgent recruit." You replied shyly, a little disappointed that a superior hadn't noticed you despite all your work. 

"Really? Alright. Why are you here, Cadet y/n?" 

"I wanted to tell you that..."

Miche raised his eyebrows, anticipating some kind of a message from Erwin. 

"You smell people.." you wanted to disappear when Miche's expression turned stern. 

"But that habit makes you look charming." 

"That's it." You added when he kept staring at you without a response. 

Miche let out an exasperated sigh and took a giant bite from his Apple. You, on the other hand, didn't know whether to wait for dismissal or leave, so you just stood there, looking at your feet. You could feel your friends staring and suppressing their laughter behind you. You were more concerned with the awkward silence between you and Miche, where the only sounds were that of him eating that Apple. He took another bite from his fruit, and you decided to ask. 

"Sir, may I -"

"You made friends with that crazy group, didn't you?" Miche asked, deadpanned. 

"I believe I did, sir." You felt a little relieved.

"Your whole 104th batch is filled with weirdos." Miche shook his head and smiled at you. 

"Yes, sir." You returned the smile. This whole thing wasn't half as bad as you expected it to be. 

"Who's squad are you in?" Miche was genuinely curious to know more about you. 

"Squad Moses, sir." You replied, remembering your Squad Leader. He was about the same age as Erwin and had fought beside him. Moreover, he was among the few people that knew, appreciated and cared about you. 

"Alright, Cadet y/n, you are dismissed. Also, here's a pro tip. Do not, under any circumstances, accept a dare if it involves Officer Moblit Berner in it." Miche's soft expression made you feel better.

"Noted, Squad leader. Thank you." You giggled and rushed back into the warmth of the castle walls, where you found your friends laughing. Suddenly, everything felt comfortable. No awkwardness, embarrassment, or nervousness. That experience made you feel like the scout regiment wasn't half as bad as you considered it to be. You knew it was temporary, but you felt just a teensy bit bolder than before. 

"Lets continue that game." You chimed as you walked back to the room with your new friends. 

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Well, this was my first ask.

I hope I did a good job.

[micheswife]

ohayo! how are you? if you dont mind, mike zacharias x shy reader(she has 17 old), she was walking alone then see him and went to him " excuse me sir but..even if you're acting weirdly (sniff sniff xd) i find this attractive that's what makes your charm✨" then go away smiling ( she did this cuz it was only a dare, she didn't love him neither hate him, it's just a normal guy to her) merçi beaucoup ^^.

Imma try to write this ✨

[micheswife]

Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

[micheswife]

Man, Tumblr knows me so well

[annashittyglasses]

𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝑆𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

Summary: what little things members of Levi squad do for each other.

A/N: cute n fluffy 104 Levi squad Headcanons and Levi basically being their dad. Enjoy!

TW: none😚.

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We all know it’s canon that Jean draws and paints super well.

Whenever Jean will draw portraits of the squad, he’ll give them to Levi.

Levi would never throw them away, so he just puts them around his room and office. Like a parent putting their kids art on the fridge.

Armin has a tiny sneeze and literally says “ah choo” and it’s quite cute

If you’re having a bad day, Connie would be extra goofy to try to get you to smile

When they are going to their next expedition on foot, Armin will often times stop and pick flowers for mikasa

Mikasa braids sasha’s hair before every mission. Sasha made that her good luck charm

Mikasa braided Levi’s hair once, he felt too bad to take it out, so he kept it in for the whole mission.

One time Connie called Levi “dad” and he didn’t even scold him for that or had a negative reaction. Rather, he took it as a term of endearment.

If Levi is having a long night, Sasha would go check on him.

If Levi fell asleep at his desk, she would cover him with a blanket and place a warm cup of tea next to him.

Sometimes she just goes into his office to do her usual weird shit to give Levi a chuckle.

Armin gives everyone seashells as good luck charms

Levi knows that the number of his squad is dwindling, so he has an open door policy in his office for anyone to just cry or to talk while Levi sits and listens

Connie cried himself to sleep on Levi’s couch after Sasha’s death. Levi gently tapped him to wake up. He let Connie sleep in his bed that night and Levi took the couch.

Levi knows all his kid’s squad members quirks when they get sad or upset. It pains him to see them like that.

He would go out of his way to get them their favorite things. Like if he sees something in the shops or market that reminds him of them.

Levi was very proud to be the first one to call Armin “commander”

Jean and Connie still visit the Braus’ to feel closer to Sasha.

After a mission when the squad was making their way back. They stopped to set up camp for the night.

He scolded Connie for having a huge hole in his scout cloak. When everyone fell silent, Levi looked around and realized that everyone had a tear in their uniforms.

He sat everyone around the fire and taught them how to sew.

Whenever they’re walking back, Armin likes to come up with little games to pass the time, and Levi actually likes it.

When Armin decided to cut his hair, he asked Levi to do it. 

Before each mission, Sasha would write everyone cute little motivational notes and would stick them in their gear so they would find joy when they least expected it.

Levi framed a few of his favorite Sasha notes in his office as a nice reminder.

[micheswife]

Morning in the Ackerman household.

Edit by me.

Ship - Sub!civilian reader x Dom!Levi.

Warnings - kinda NSFW, mentions of rough, painful sex, fluff.

Just...just assume that Levi doesn't stay at the HQ like the rest of em for some reason. Also, this is not smut, it's the morning after the smut.

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- You woke up at the crack of dawn, wincing from the pain in your lower abdomen, the courtesy of Levi's ministrations from last night.

- You sat in the bed for a few minutes, getting the hang of your vicinity: Levi, still fast asleep beside you, a coating of his spit and cum in your hair.

- You got off the bed when your dizziness went away.

- The first thing you did was wash your hands and refill the pitcher. Levi always started his day by hydrating himself.

- Then you grabbed a bucket, some soap and a rag. Everything from the floor to the ceiling had to be spotless. Being a part of your daily routine, it didn't take a long time. You had learnt to stay quiet during this ritual after a few weeks of practice.

- Finally, it was time to clean yourself. You wanted to relax in the bath by yourself since days now, but Levi needed breakfast and you were hungry too.

- So you went straight into the kitchen, hair still dripping, wetting your shoulders and back. Levi was just starting to wake up to the light clatter of utensils.

- He loved to stay within the warmth of bedsheets nowadays. In your initial days as his wife, you were surprised at how quickly he would wake up and get out of bed.

- He placed a lazy hand over his eyes, breathing lightly, focusing on the sounds from the kitchen. He wondered what you'd feed him today. It was a privilege to have a warm, fulfilling meal before work, unlike his colleagues who survived on rations.

- You navigated the kitchen as fast as your sore body could manage. Getting pounded by humanity's strongest soldier every other night was not an easy task. It was full of ecstasy, no doubt, but it would hurt a lot too, despite all that tender aftercare.

- Levi walked into the kitchen as you placed a warm piece of bread in his plate. His arms snaked around your waist and a kiss was planted onto your cheek. Your hand instinctively rose to caress his messy bedhead.

- He gently massaged your tummy as he watched you assemble the breakfast plates. He whispered sweet apologies and praises for all the hardship he put you through last night, although you were more than glad to have done it. You were focused on the teapot, waiting for the tea to brew just the right amount.

- He waited for you to clean the counter so you'd both get to eat together.

- Once you were done, you sat in your usual place. It was right beside him, and frankly a little too close. But you both craved the closeness.

- "Are you feeling okay, dear?" Levi enquired.

"A little tired." You answered honestly.

Levi nodded and took a sip of his tea.

"I'll let them know you aren't coming today."

You opened your mouth to say that you could manage it, but decided against it and went with his decision. Making new weapons for the military was hard enough and you could really use a break.

"Thank you, darling." You smiled weakly and breakfast continued, Levi finishing first and talking to you as usual.

- He went to get dressed for work and you began packing his lunch. The thought of not having to perform long calculations or assemble pieces of metal for one day was relieving.

- You walked with a stack of containers in your hand, wrapped securely in a piece of cloth.

"Careful, there's soup in it."

"hmm." Levi would suddenly become stern after wearing his uniform. You remembered the time he had taken you to visit the HQ. You chuckled at the image of your husband yelling at a bunch of teenagers.

"Random thought or memory?" Levi was fastening his boots now.

"Memory, about your workplace."

"Hm, ought to take you there with our child." You immediately blushed at the response. There were no children in your family because you both were busy individuals, but Levi was losing patience.

"Y/n, go back to sleep after closing the door, understood? You clearly need some rest." Levi said as he exited. You followed him to the door.

"Understood, captain." You responded with a hint of mischief, eyelids slightly heavy with sleep. He smirked, gave you one last peck and turned around to walk out, looking back again almost immediately.

"And don't make dinner today, I'll get it." Levi really wanted you to rest.

"Got it."

"See you y/n."

"See you."

- You walked back to your bed, and all of a sudden, the idea of sleeping in a quiet, empty house bugged you. Perhaps you still hadn't gotten over your fear of being alone, it'd always felt like some otherworldly entity was watching you. Despite being a little scared, you let yourself settle into the bed, on Levi's side to be precise. Surely no-one, not even a ghost would dare to mess around in his house. Sleep engulfed you the moment you closed your eyes, today was your holiday.

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[micheswife]

Have you read this Erwin Smith fanfic?

So a few months ago when I didn't have a Tumblr account, I read an Erwin Smith fanfiction that I really liked. I haven't been able to find it because I would always use incognito mode to read fanfics (for obvious reasons). So the story was like this:

A little boy, Juni steals some food from the HQ, Erwin finds him and they both go to his mom. Erwin tells her that she could repay by working at the HQ and she does. Erwin falls for her, and finds out that Juni's father is Berg Oleson (guy in the military police I think). And well that's all I can remember. I really wanna read it again.

If you know this story, could you please link it in the comments. Help appreciated.

Edit: I received it. 🥰

[micheswife]

Blind.

Levi x reader who lost her sight to a disease.

Tbh I wanted to write this with our beloved Danchou, but this bit follows the story in canon verse. We all know danchou will die and since I am a sucker for happy endings, here's Levi. Also, I guess I should mention that Levi and reader spend most of their time apart in this one.

Warnings: Angst, major illness, kinda toxic parenting.

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The last time Levi had spoken to y/n was the day he confessed his feelings to her. She was able to crack a smile and utter a few words in her weakened state, before she went into the deep slumber that would end in her resignation from the survey corps.

Y/n was among the many soldiers who got injured in Sina, caught in the fight between Eren and Annie. The military police had found her under the rubble while checking for casualties.

"A whole month, perhaps more." The nurse quoted referencing y/n's recovery. There were minor fractures all over her body, she was going make it but somehow Levi wasn't convinced.

"She's been feeling feverish ever since she was brought here."

"Captain! Stop nagging us! For the last time, a little bit of fever is expected when the body is so broken. It is a viral infection and it will go away." The head nurse reprimanded the raven haired man.

"Also Sir! Please get out! Right now, because you will end up getting infected and we don't have any more beds to accommodate any more patients." Another nurse chimed in.

The direct request, followed by a few curses from other nurses convinced him to finally leave the medical unit. The doctors and nurses were the only ones who could get away with taking such a rude tone with him.

"Just make sure it's not something worse." He muttered before leaving. If only they had taken it seriously. Y/n recovered over the next few days, but her fever refused to subside. It was an understatement to say that he was worried.

About a week after y/n's hospitalization, Levi made a hard, selfish decision. The topics of courting, love and marriage were serious things for Eldian women. Knowing Y/n's background, even more so. Her parents had a habit of visiting the headquarters, so everyone knew just how controlling they were. It was truly draining to have them around and y/n had clearly joined the scouts to get away from them. One particular conversation still haunted him to this day.

"It's okay, Mina. Let her live her life for a while. She'll get married after she gets tired of the scouts. She will soon come to her senses." Levi had eavesdropped on their exchange, it was her parents' failed attempt to convince her to leave the scouts. Y/n was sitting in the middle with a stern expression, deterring each and every one of their arguments. Her lack of concern for their opinions made it clear that the conversation was happening for the hundredth time.

Y/n had learned to put her foot down, but it scared him to think what her family would end up doing with her in such a vulnerable state. So he told her, at the very last moment.

"Cadet y/n, are you in a state to talk?"

"Yes captain."

"Okay, listen carefully." He sighed heavily and held both her hands. Y/n raised an eyebrow and giggled before he could say anything else.

"What's funny y/n?"

"Uh, nothing captain, go on." She replied with a mischievous grin.

Levi began the tiresome process of talking about his feelings. It was so foreign for him to be transparent that it made his stomach grumble. The knot in his throat did not make anything easier. It felt awkward, especially after his palms started sweating.

"I wanted this to be special hence I chose to speak, but now I think I should have just written a letter." Levi concluded, wiping his and y/n's hands. It earned a weak chuckle from her.

"I adore you for having spoken, Captain."

"I feel reassured, also, when do you plan on dropping the formalities?"

"I don't know, it feels strange to address you by your name, you know.."

"I see.."

"But it doesn't change the fact that I carry feelings of adoration for you, much like yourself..."

Levi's gaze softened when she blushed at the last part. His lips curled into a faint smile as he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

"No! Captain, you could fall sick." she exclaimed looking away from him, her hands forming a firm grip on his shoulders to keep him at a distance.

Levi always seemed to forget about her sickness since he hardly ever fell ill. Now that he looked carefully, he noticed that she looked a lot more pale compared to a few minutes ago. It was taking a lot from her to stay awake.

"Here, drink some water."

"Thank you captain."

He did give her peck that night, after she fell asleep holding his hand. He was still trembling lightly when he left to return to his dormitory. It was calming to know that he would still have her if she resigned from the scouts. It was only a matter of time until her infection would be cured, and then they could face the world together.

He didn't know it was going to be such a long time though. The very next day, y/n had to be taken away. Her condition had suddenly worsened overnight. She wasn't waking up.

She was lucky to have a financially stable background. Her father had her shifted to a good hospital in Sina. A single look at her blood reports confirmed Levi's fears. Her infection was not a normal one. Even though she woke up following a number of salines, there was no guarantee if she would make it.

Soon, similar cases started popping up across the whole nation. Y/n wasn't the only one struggling with the disease. Several soldiers fell prey to the same virus, and some of them died. A plague had spread throughout the island, and the food shortage only made it worse. The ones who couldn't afford medical treatment were sent to work their life away in distant farms with the hope of ensuring the survival of their families.

Y/n slipped in and out of consciousness in the hospital. It was like being in a trance for most of the time. She was determined to survive after knowing the cost her family was paying. People with a mild case could fully recover with that kind of treatment, but her body was almost completely consumed when she was admitted.

She reluctantly signed the letter of resignation after learning that she'd forever be immunocompromised even after her recovery. Besides, she could feel her body losing the difficult battle. It was difficult to move her limbs, her voice was barely audible, and her vision was worsening.

Everyone knew what was happening to her. It was a tragedy that she wouldn't see Levi or her family members before completely losing her sight. Nobody was permitted to go near except the medical staff. Y/n had herself requested to ban her family from entering the hospital premises after learning how contagious the virus was.

And just as expected, it happened. One day she woke up without her sight. Sick, alone and compromised, she learned to navigate the crammed surroundings of her ward. She fell down, a lot of times. One of the falls even gave her scar, right on her forehead.

"Thank God I can't see it." She joked as the nurse sanitized her ward.

She had grown familiar with the hospital staff over the course of two months. The virus was strange, manifesting differently in everyone. Inconsistency was its only notable characteristic. Some people were already resistant to it, some recovered in a matter of few days, some died immediately, and some were dying slowly - like her. That was until an antidote was introduced.

Levi's eyes brightened when her father brought him the news of her improvement, but it was cut short by his crude remarks.

"Are you sure you still want her, Captain?" y/n's father was depressed. Any parent would be if they saw their child's condition deteriorate within such a short span.

"Yes."

"You know, she is not as beautiful now, she - "

"Why do you talk about her like that?" Levi interrupted him. He was sick of the man's attitude. He was always upset about something.

Her hair has thinned.

She looks pale.

She has a big scar.

She's all bones.

She can't see.

She's no good...

"Maybe if you stopped talking at her and started talking with her, you would know just how special your daughter is." Levi set his empty teacup on the table and left the man to his thoughts. He couldn't stand seeing his lover get reduced to such shallow measures of worth. Besides, it was only a matter of weeks until he would get to meet her.

She had fully recovered, now immune against the infection. It was a shame he would have to take her to her home and not his, she wasn't quite independent now.

Time skip - 2 weeks later

Y/n combed her hair and tied it in a ponytail. She had been trying to put it in a loose bun in an attempt to hide the rough ends, but decided against it. She knew she would hear some pitiful taunts from her family, but it would be easier to handle with Levi by her side. He had seen her grow up with the scouts. She had years worth of his admiration by her side, and she knew it would never change.

She smiled when she heard three knocks, it was her beloved captain. She was ready to feel the warmth sunlight again. Her eyes welled up when Levi pressed his forehead against her, he was looking into her eyes. Blind, but still full of wonder and love. She found his hands with ease, entwining her fingers with his.

"Hey captain."

"Hmm.. I missed you so much." Levi brushed his nose against her and placed a little kiss on her lips. Her fingertips were roaming between his strands of hair. It was their first time being so close to each other. He let her examine his features, placing his hands on her waist. Y/n couldn't stop giggling as she touched his face and he couldn't help but smile at her reactions.

"There's the straight, pointy nose, and here are your eyes and.. oh, I don't think I have ever seen a smile so wide on your grumpy face." He laughed at her comment, it was true. He pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Yes yes, you are right. Get used to it now."

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[micheswife]

Miche as Hanji's older brother.

pic credit: me.

If you have read the trivia section of Miche from AOT wiki, then you know that there was a familial connection intended between him and Hange, atleast in the initial panels.  Ever since I read about it, I can't help but notice that they also look similar in some aspects. At the time of season 1, Hanji must have been around 29 and Miche around 40-42 (estimations). So I decided to write about an innocent and energetic 10 year old Hanji, and a 22 year old protective elder bro Miche, watching her shenanigans and keeping her from setting the world on fire. 

Warnings: None, just some sibling love. 🌻

"Oye, slow down!" Miche yelled as his cousin ran after a beetle, almost getting up from his seat. It was always something new with her, and he could never predict. 

Hanji stumbled and fell on a haystack with a soft thud, too slow to catch the insect. She watched in awe as the beetle flew away, leaving her covered in soil and hay. Miche pouted watching his little cousin fail, but he knew something else would distract her in no time. Besides, there were tons of unfinished projects and "ongoing experiments" back in her room. A majority of them would just end up as breeding places for mosquitoes, but he wouldn't be around to deal with it. 

"You are one curious soul, aren't you, glasses?" He whispered, more to himself, as he walked her back home. She needed a bath but Miche knew better than telling her to do it. That chore would be something for his aunt to handle. 

"We will go out again, I have to catch it!"

"Hanji, no! You are not supposed to get out after lunch."

"So you will not take me?"

"No." 

She fell silent for a couple of minutes before saying,

"We could sneak-"

"No!"

"You are boring…" she trailed off, pouting as she turned to face the other way. She really did not comprehend the absurdity of her actions, or demands. Following a baby bear into the forest, stealing gunpowder, trying to disassemble her father’s gun and the most outrageous of them all, asking Miche to let her see a titan. It all began when he decided to mess with her by saying that the scouts had captured a titan. It was just one of the many silly, made-up stories he would use to keep her occupied when he did not have to energy to watch over her. Bad decision, it had been two years since then, and his cousin had not let it go. 

"But you have one in that building!"

"Yes, we have two now, but you are not allowed to see them."

"You can't help me sn-"

"No!"

"Lameass…"

He would chuckle everytime she tried to insult him. Although a little odd, his cousin was the only bit of innocence in his life. He dreaded the day she would realize just how cruel the world was.

"What would you do if I went outside the walls and never returned?" Miche asked her, fastening his cloak to return to the headquarters.

"Why would you not return?" Hange inquired with a mouthful of food, showing no signs of worry.

He sighed, knowing that it was hard to get a straight answer out of her.

"Just a wonder." He shrugged.

"I would miss you then." She didn't even look away from her book as he left the house, expecting him to come home despite what he had just hinted. It barely help that Miche painted the outside world in a completely different light than the horrendous mess it really was.

She was also well aware of his capabilities, he was strong but this time was different. The expedition was going to take place in a completely untouched territory, and death rates always hit the roof whenever that happened. Doubtful about his survival, Miche left praying for her well-being and cheer. She was bright, intelligent, happy, and everyone believed she had the potential to do something great for mankind.

Hange sat back reading her novel, thinking of farfetched ways to breath life into her fantasies. She knew her cousin would come back next month, maybe he would let her check his odm gear then. And she was right, he returned, covered in injurues, but alive. He never allowed her to examine his odm gear, too scared that she would disassemble it too, which was exactly her intention. 

It was no big deal though, one day she would get her own odm gear, and she would use it catch a couple of titans too. She would see the world for what it was, but it would never be enough to extinguish her enthusiasm. She was special.