Aomine x black tgirl reader! College au. mentions of cheating (accusations only)
synopsis: you get a text message from your friend showing a photo of Aomine and some girl seemingly getting along at this so called “basketball celebration”. was he cheating on you?
music: jill scott- calls
“Why you keep blowing up my phone crazy girl?” Aomine questions, forearm leaning against the doorframe rubbing his midriff lazily as he eyed you from head to toe.
“Because why you not answering yo phone!?” You exclaimed in irritation, shocked that he even asked such a disrespectful question. Some friends had dm’ed you about Aomine being with some girl at the basketball celebration with his team, like how could he!
“Oi, stop yelling. I’m right here”. Aomine’s tone was firm, his expression fixed in a glare before rubbing the back of his neck in annoyance. “You too damn gullible girl.” He shakes his head. “I wasn’t with some random chick, it was another manager of this basketball team. We were talking about our next game together with their team.” He lets out a deep sigh.
You stood there in disbelief for a second. You couldn’t believe that you had just, shown up at his house like this for those messages to not even be true, but what if he’s messing with the manager? I mean it could be possible right? You know how much Aomine is into girls, real ones and it just— drives you crazy thinking about him leaving you for another woman.
This was Aomine’s first relationship with a trans girl and you’ve seen his magazines. He’s told you his preference for big boobs but insisted that he loves boobs in general so size doesn’t really matter. Yet it was still hard when you felt like the exact opposite of his type of woman. You were still in the process of taking your hormones and growing— and somedays the insecurity hit harder than others when girls constantly try to surround him. It’s not that you didn’t think you weren’t real enough for him, it’s just as a well known basketball player you couldn’t shake the thought of him leaving you for one of his groupies. For someone easier someone closer to his type.
“How do I know you’re not talking to her?” You accuse your hip tut, tucking a curl behind your ear, as you cross your arms.
“Do you want me talking to her?” Aomine accuses eyesbrows quirked.
“No! what the hell!”
“Then what’s the problem? I’m serious.” Aomine steps up to you closing the distance between you both, looking down on you now towering over your form with his arms crossed. “Because the girl I want is right here acting crazy yelling all in my face.” He leans in glancing at your lips instinctively licking his own before meeting your stare and bringing a finger to lift your chin up to meet his gaze. “You gon keep listening to everybody else?”
a/n: y’all this is literally an old fic I kept thinking about because I love it so bad I think I wrote this in like 2022-2023?? so reupload! I Hope y’all like ittt
them seeing you for the first time // fire force headcanon
pairings: agender!hibana x black gnc plus-size reader & agender!benimaru x black gnc plus-size reader
{mdni/f}
a/n: dese my faves so most fire force imagines/headcanons gon pertain to dem…reader=oc bc i shan’t type (yn) we gotta have substance thank yewww. as always the ocs have a lil background to dem. i loveeee maki and hinawa they otw sewn. my eyes + mind don’t apply gender like det to cartoon characters seww,,,enjoy🧌might be proofread perhapn’t
hibana
ime never associated theirself with any infrastructures seeing as their ability to have so much control over individuals propped the people of tokyo up to be puppets
they knew of the white-clad and evangelist, keeping their abilities hidden. one slip-up and they would have to fight that entire factor and more
however the rapid and random appearances of infernals tested them each and every day
on a particular day while on a leisure walk, ime heard the recognizable wails of a human turning into an infernal in an alleyway, eyes flitting to the direction it came from
not even a second later, an individual behind them burst in flames as well, falling to the ground in agony as the flesh burned off
it was hell on earth—the fire, screams, souls no longer tied to an earthly vessel
ime didn’t associate with the fire force, holy sol temple, or haijima. but they did associate theirself with the people affected by the appearance and action of infernals
the accumulation of infernals in the area put ime into gear, their dark brown irises disappearing to only show the white of their eyes glowing
an infernal clamped onto ime, arms wrapping around their body.
the creature was turned to dust from the single touch
a white flame flickered inside ime’s body, growing to an unimaginable temperature
checking their surroundings, they saw most of the people had left the premises
company five made their arrival a couple seconds after the infernal was put down
the focal point of the fires were located near ime, making the vehicles turn down the street where they stood
a beam of a white flame emitted from ime’s mouth, mowing down a good portion of the internals coming their way
“and who is that?” hibana inquired, their interest piqued immediately
the lack of fireproof gear and proximity to the creatures either proved an unpowered civilian’s stupidity or posed the immense power of a pyrokinetic teetering the line between idiocy and bravery
either way, hibana wanted them cleared from the grounds immediately
“not sure captain. i’ve never seen them before,” tokuyama replied, bringing the vehicle to a halt. “what should we do?”
hibana was unresponsive, petal pupils enlarging. fascination etched itself into their features
ime finished off the rest of the infernals on the block using hand to hand combat. their hits never connected due to the overwhelming heat of their body dissipating the infernals’ vessels instantly
“captain hibana?” tokuyama repeated, concern growing. “we should act now. more infernals were reported across the town.”
blinking theirself from the trance, hibana spoke, “take the squad down the parallel streets and take out any infernals you see. make sure the civilians are evacuating correctly. don't let them get in a frenzy and make things worse.” they opened the passenger door and stepped out, heels clacking against the ground.
“captain, what about you? i know you love your research but approaching pyros you know nothing about is very different from capturing an infernal”
“lieutenant, i believe i gave you orders.” hibana shot a glare at the man. “do you need to be disciplined in the middle of an emergency?”
tokuyama diverted his gaze. “...no. sorry captain. we will secure the streets immediately.” face reddening, the soldier pulled off, leading the rest of the squad to the other roads
hibana continued their strut towards ime, confidence wafting from them with every step
sensing the approaching human energy source, ime dampened their own inner flame, reducing the heat they were emitting.
one look at the fire force garment worn and irritation swelled up
they walked past hibana without a word, searching for any more infernals wandering the area
the captain fell flush with embarrassment then quickly gathered theirself reaching out their fan and tapping ime’s shoulder
“excuse me. any particular reason you aren’t in uniform? which company do you belong to?” hibana probed, eyes shamelessly scanning the broad full-figured individual
ime turned around, making hibana’s confidence resurface for a moment before the captain set their eyes on the individual
piercings were centered in the middle of their shaven brows as well as a single stud in the center of their bottom lip. the bridge of their nose was adorned with a jewel too
a hardened expression contorted ime’s face, a small scowl and dark eyes directed at hibana
yeah….the words hibana were going to say got swept the hell away
there was this aura that flowed from ime and caressed hibana’s entire psyche and gently brought them to their knees—mentally—with no hesitation
okay bc hibana x tsundere dom byeeeeee these niggas would be too much
“i wouldn’t let myself belong to a company, that unhinged cult, or those engineering shitheads at haijiima even if my fucken life depended on it,” was ime’s response, voice modulated and low
hibana was stuck between finding the reply arousing and disrespectful, the two emotions tussling wildly as they stared at ime, trying their best to sustain their supreme demeanor
“well then…well then you-” hibana’s mind struggled to form a sentence under ime’s unwavering glare. “get out of the area. our squad can handle it. you’re just a civilian and you need to evacuate,” they demanded, proud their voice stood its ground
but that shit did not matter
ime’s browbone rose, piercing glinting
“fuck that.”
ime’s eyes flickered to white and they began hovering off the ground.
hibana blinked once and ime was taking off into the sky descending into the road nearby, ready to aid the civilians
a very disoriented hibana stood, skin hot with embarrassment and the prominent arousal churning in their abdomen
“that…motherfucker”
benimaru
“for the last time old lady, your sweets have too much damn sugar. you tryna kill me or what?” benimaru stopped walking, irked
the lady gave them a wide smile, wrinkles protruding, persistent in her attempt to offer the youngin some delicacies
a staring match ensued as always
the breeze grazed benimaru’s black tresses before they sighed, grumbling thanks as they took a hold of the basket
“have a good day benimaru-chan!” the elderly woman yelled after them
benimaru smacked their lips looking at the basket. “at least she made a bit less this time. maybe a new recipe too? hell if i know…i’ll let the twins get to it before-”
their nose twitched, a scent making their steps falter, eyes flitting to their right
the individual caught benimaru’s attention, gaze’s meeting each other’s
kayode’s fully black eyes crinkled as they gave a smile, gesturing to the pastries at their stand
“would you like to try a cup of degue? i will let you have the first cup for free,” their silvery voice spoke, black henna decorating their exposed dark brown skin
benimaru diverted their gaze, an unfamiliar thump in their chest kickstarting their heart into turmoil
they nearly ran off into the direction of their home, not giving a response
benimaru wondered why they weren’t alerted of the new resident’s presence considering their position as the town’s representatives
also yes, a part of beni needed to know who that was soon and konro would most definitely have that knowledge if not anyone else
stepping into the household, hika and hina hopped into view, ready to pounce on the snacks
“these goodies better be up to par or the grim reaper’s not letting her slip through their hands again!”
beni furrowed their brows as they set the basket down. “seriously, who the fuck teaches you to talk like this. shit.”
catching a glimpse of konro, beni left the twins to food while they called out to him
konro turned, a soft smile on his face. “back from your walk? how many times were you stopped this time?”
“do you know the new vendor?” benimaru interjected needing to get straight to the point. too forward, they thought. “why don’t i-we know about them?”
konro smiled, heading towards the entryway of the building. “you’re right. we don’t know much about them. and as protectors of the town we should find out more right?”
“why are you talking like that?”
konro shrugged. “dunno what you’re going on about.” he cleared his throat, side by side with his friend as they moseyed down the sidewalk. “so this vendor. did you taste the food?”
benimaru narrowed their eyes. “no. are you drunk or something? why are you acting like that?”
konro waved a hand dismissively. “just that you usually don’t ask about new vendors. you get told about them. ya know they don’t interest you much. but...i guess things can change with you.”
beni narrowed their eyes at konro, caught in his inquisition. they went silent until they came across the familiar vendor stand
kayode handed a customer a cup, laughing at something that was said
“i’m guessing this is it.”
beni blinked. “what? you-” their jaw clenched. “it’s just our job to know who resides in our town.”
“oh yeah, definitely.” konro crossed his arms, cocking his head slightly. “so, why don’t you go ahead and get that job done. i hear the twins fighting again.“
breaking off their stare at the new vendor for the third time, benimaru readied a rebuttal.
but the older nigga had skedaddled, figure running off into the distance before beni could speak
“fucker,” they muttered, fists clenching
kayode had turned around, fixing up some more cups of the different beverages and desserts
“that offer is still up if you want” back facing benimaru, kayode declared before pouring a thick substance into a small mug
“who are you? when did you move here?” smooth benimaru, interrogating instead of accepting a kind offer. nice start.
kayode set the cup down, turning around. they set their black eyes on benimaru, features mellow
their garments differed from that of tokyo, traditional west african garments adorned their wide frame, black and gold designs printed onto the clothing
“have you ever heard of the divine flame shinmon benimaru?”
the captain grew rigid, their name spoken with a tone that made their chest tighten.
they found theirself walking closer to kayode. “i…i haven’t.”
“it predates the very sun we live under and countless others.” they stepped out from behind the merchandise, grabbing a cup of degue, hands supporting the cup from beneath and the side. “my ancestors were born from that flame and have passed down that essence for billions of years”
speechless, beni fell into kayode’s black gaze, feeling a scorching heat envelope them in comfort
benimaru dipped into another consciousness for a moment, a darkness surrounding them, their pyrokinetics stifled
“how did it taste?” kayode pulled benimaru from their domain, a warm smile stretching across their face
beni looked down at the empty cup, the remnants of the sweet liquid on their tongue making their body tingle. then they raised their gaze to kayode, a blush creeping across their skin when they felt the desire to be entrapped in that heat again
“um…it’s…” mind blank, beni felt their face rush with more blood and only handed back the cup. “thank you.” shit, just talk, at least say something else
kayode murmured, “have a good day, shinmon benimaru”
putting your body in harm’s way for them // aot headcanon
aot x black plus-size gnc reader
{mdni/f}
a/n: levi is trans. again cannot process the (y/n) format so i choose names to input. helps so much more :3 you can see the scenarios get shorter as i realize these aren’t full fics and i need to calm tf down. I would like to think this is proofread🧌,,,enjoy!
hange
it was the night the return of an expedition, the tavern livened with slurred singing and the smell of spilled alcohol
“another round for all my comrades and i!” hange announced to the bartender, raising their half-empty mug
the soldiers cheered on their commander, swaying along to the music playing
kayin helped hange sit down, taking a gulp of their own drink when they were sure hange was stable on the bench
“i don’t think they should be drinking anymore,” levi grumbled, narrowing their eyes at a couple of people who bumped into their back
wrapping their arm around hange’s torso, kayin gave a lopsided smile. “i’m gonna take care of them levi, don’t worry”
“you don’t need that shit either, actually,” was levi’s rebuttal. “that table over there is starting to look like they want to beat all our asses”
“the who?” hange turned around and raised a fist and shook it. “say it to my fa-”
without breaking eye contact with levi, kayin put a hand over hange’s mouth “the war’s over. i will tell them personally to unclench their assholes”
“i think it’s ‘cuz they aren’t used to seeing people like us together. what did you call it again?”
“gay”
“‘cuz we’re gay? yeah each and every one of us” hange slurred, raising a mug and nearly spilling its contents
“well-“ levi began.
hange narrowed their eye at them. “each and every one”
levi pinched the bridge of their nose. “and you’re talking entirely too loud. good lord”
after the next round of drinks were delivered to the table, the rambunctious couple took their place on the clear space in the middle of the bar boots stomping down on the wood as their bodies waltzed across the floor
the team harmonized a cheer, gleeful in their claps and single-syllable chants
the couple held their mugs in their right hands, left arms circling each other’s waists, holding on tight
laughter arose between the two when some of the beer spilled during their erratic movements
“if you’re not careful you’re going to drop that mug all over those weirdos glaring at us,” kayin warned hange, lips close to their ear
“if fate prefers it, then i shall let that happen,” hange responded, devilish
kayin gave a pointed look. “no. not tonight. we are not getting into anything”
“we never get into anything,” hange muttered, “they get into it with us! duh!”
kayin chuckled, shaking their head. “just finish your drink. i’m about to spin you”
hange smiled and then chugged down their drink, setting the cup down on a random table beside them
a hand grabbed hange’s before they could fully let go of the mug
“get your shit off of our table-”
kayin pried a single finger from the grip, not hesitating to break it
immediately the man’s hold loosened, scream of agony falling from his lips
“don’t ever think you can touch them like that,” kayin hissed, eyes darkening. they stepped in front of hange
multiple individuals rose from the table, coming forward
“one more step and i will fight until your blood vessels give out. all of you.”
there was a reason the couple had gotten into multiple fights and always came out unscathed
one thing about kayin—don’t put a finger on their partner
the group stepped back. they couldn’t deny they hadn’t heard about kayin’s encounters from town gossip
“before we get back to our wonderful night. does anyone have anything else they want to say?” kayin finished off their drink.
the men diverted their gaze
setting the mug gently on the table, kayin’s demeanor brightened, making the group flinch. “good!”
mikasa
atieno and mikasa were on their evening walk, hand intertwined with each other’s as they ambled down the trail
“…way better eyesight than you,” atieno commented, a teasing tone shadowing their voice
mikasa laughed. “when we visited that country last month you could not drive the rented car for the life of you.”
atieno furrowed their bushy brows, an incredulous look etched into their face. “that’s experience? take a look at the place where we grew up. technological advances mimicking those machines are just starting to crawl. you’re lucky we didn’t crash.”
“lucky…hmm” mikasa pondered, pursing their lips.
“would you have taken the wheel?” atieno’s opposite hand came to their right ear as they leaned towards their partner
mikasa emitted a ‘hmph’, piping down
“and hush falls over the crowd.” atieno straightened their towering stature, pleased at the lack of rebuttal. “we got from point a to point b unscathed and you dare question my abilities.” they shook their head in dismay, looking around the corner before leading mikasa into another path towards their apartment
“sasha and their partner had complaints too!”
atieno downturned their lips. “i didn’t hear anything about it.”
“because you turn into a big baby. like right now.” mikasa poked atieno’s cheek, feigning a pout
rebuttal locked and loaded, atieno put it on pause to halt their movements, making mikasa pull their hand away from their cheek
then they heard the scuffling from both alleys
mikasa got in a position ready to fight but atieno spoke
“no”
mikasa contorted their face, mildly offended. “who are you talking to?”
atieno continued walking until the two individuals rose from the darkness, guns aimed at the couple
“give us your jewelry and money, now”
mikasa’s hand tightened around atieno’s, signaling for them not to try anything
there had been attempts at robbing the couple before but those instances were hand to hand scenarios
guns weren’t exactly new but mikasa didn’t expect to see two pointing their way by the end of date night
the occasion being one of the thieves first encounters, a trembling finger over the trigger prematurely fired a bullet in mikasa’s direction
mikasa felt theirself stumble back slightly, atieno’s body coming into the view before they could process how to defend them
atieno raised a hand, maneuvering an object in their hand
the bullet crashed against a metal fan, falling to the cobble sidewalk
folding it swiftly, atieno launched theirself at the first attacker, peripheral waiting for any movement from the other robber
fear racking their body, the same person shot again
atieno unfolded the fan in front of their face blocking the bullet before swiping the device at the gun, its sharp blade cutting through the barrel of the weapon
the man’s face contorted in horror before atieno sent him down the sidewalk with a kick to the chest
“wait!” the other robber surrendered, arms up
atieno froze, the blade of their fan near the attacker’s wrist
they dropped the gun, atieno snatching the weapon mid-fall and tucking it away
hands rid of the fans, atieno formed a fist, connecting it with the person’s jaw, knocking them unconscious
atieno turned back to mikasa, smoothing out their coat as they returned to their partner
“marry me?” mikasa saw atieno with a ethereal glow around their body as the heat flourished in their lower abdomen.
“why do you say that after you see me beat someone’s ass?”
“...why not?”
sasha
“this is way different than my hometown, kagiso.” sasha followed close behind, astonished at the thickness of vegetation in this area of the island
kagiso steered the horse along an unnoticeable trail, familiarity acting as their guide. “i guess it just reminded me of here then.” they brought their horse to a stop, sasha doing the same
“we’re on foot from here”
kagiso hurried off their horse to help sasha down from theirs
face reddening, sasha put their hands over kagiso’s while they lifted them and then set sasha on the ground
“i can definitely get off a horse by myself,” sasha chided, knowing deep down they loved being carried by them
“hush. i know you like being carried”
visiting kagiso’s hometown, they offered to show sasha the terrain on a small hike
they traveled outside the clan’s barricade deep into the forest, where kagiso insisted the landscape was challenging enough for the hike
“just stay close. can’t tell you how many times my friends and i used to have our asses handed to us by this shit,” kagiso said, not even looking where they were going as they went along an unmarked oath
sasha watched with an incredulous look on their face. “is this not regular dirt? what am i missing?”
“oh it’s regular. this particular part of the island just likes to have random dips and cracks that won’t hesitate to tear a ligament, easily.”
“ah, great.” sasha hesitated to ask about the evolution of animals
half an hour in the trek, sasha had toughed out the obstacles, grunting as they climbed up a rocky incline
“you good?” kagiso called out from behind sasha, guarding any potential falls that could occur
“you lookin at my ass?”
“always.”
sasha finished their climb, letting out a breath. turning around, they faced kagiso and raised their arms in victory
“you might not want to-”
sasha began hopping up and down in glee, breathing heavily. “you owe me a fuckload of-”
their body fell backwards, arms frantically reaching out for something to magically appear and save them from the fall off the ledge
kagiso’s hands appeared, pulling sasha up so hard they stumbled backwards back down the hill
sasha prepared theirself for the shocks of pain but as their bodies suddenly came to a stop, they eyes shot open to look at their partner
“oh lord, those rocks really fucked me over”
kagiso’s bloodied face came into view, kickstarting sasha’s heartbeat
sasha tackled kagiso, enveloping them into a hug until they groaned in pain
“you can thank me all you want after we stop the bleedin’” they gave a dazed crooked smile, bloodied teeth on display
“oh my-yeah, let’s go.”
ymir
hand gripping their titan’s hair, itai looked behind them at the abnormal hopping from tree to tree speeding after them
“what the fuck is up with it?” itai hissed
ymir grunted in a questioning tone, swinging from a branch and flying through the air, planting their feet on another before speeding through foliage to evade the abnormal
the two soldiers had gotten separated from the rest of the squad, the accumulation of titans on the team creating panic and sending them off in different directions
ymir was already worried with itai’s ‘i will never die’ attitude during training, staying close to them since the beginning of the expedition, knowing a situation just like this would arise
“it’s fast. we’re gonna need to kill it soon,” itai replied. “i’ll look for an opening”
ymir wished that they could speak, because if they could, they would have denied the motion immediately and cussed itai out
instead they let out a growl, moving quicker through the trees
“the minute we stop for any reason that fucker is gonna be launching itself at us. and knowing you i would rather not be caught between that fight nor have you be at risk of getting injured so damn far in the forest.” they adjusted their hold on ymir’s hair. “i am not carrying your ass.”
itai squinted their eyes at the path in front of them, planning a strategy
“okay…” they blew out a breath, rolling back their shoulders. “don’t be mad at me.”
itai directed their hooks downward, pulling theirself towards the forest floor, watching the abnormal redirect their movement towards them
just before they hit the ground itai launched the hooks into the trunk of a tree, missing the mouth of the titan chomping down
using the moment of instability, itai sunk the device in the titan’s flesh, bringing theirself directly towards the creature
itai sliced through the titan’s right limbs, dodging its last attempt to attack, running up onto its body and dismantling its nape
ymir landed in front of itai, making their way toward them full speed
“oh fuck”
itai was snatched up and taken back into the trees
“i said don’t be mad! whoa!” itai tried to balance theirself as they were set on a branch. “instead of stopping to cuss me out, we should be trying to rendezvous with the team”
ymir perched their titan on the surface, then rose from the steaming flesh of the nape
“you fucking idiot.” their jaw was clenched, brows knitted together. “i swear when we get back-”
“i’ll get a kiss?” itai proposed with a timid smile
ymir narrowed their eyes. “not before i choke you out”
“dunno. sounds like a win-win to me”
levi
“i’m thinking of going camping outside the perimeter soon,” desta murmured, flipping through their journal as their partner laid their head in their lap
levi’s eye opened immediately, brow quirking
desta moved their journal, the burning gaze through the back catching their attention. “yes?”
“outside the perimeter? des, there are plenty of closer, safer locations to camp at,” levi proposed
desta sighed already prepared for their argument.
the first thing levi would always do when desta announced a lone adventure into the wild was to first, offer a location they could definitely follow them too and if that “failed”…
“we could also just…” the second option was to insert theirself, completely subtle or not
“levi, you don’t have to pop a vessel worrying about me. that’s my home. the environment i was born into. my first fights were with wild animals”
“i don’t give a fuck if they had raised you,” levi spoke back. “it’s entirely too dangerous”
“if i just let you come can we not have this conversation?” desta gave in.
levi frowned. “let me? there would be no trip without me.”
“please levi, i’ve snuck so many trips under your nose,” desta scoffed, then cleared their throat as their skin warmed.
“you what?”
“i wha-? you know what? i have been holding my pee in for so long. lemme go take care of that.”
the night of the trip desta couldn’t contain their excitement to travel outside the perimeter
this opposed levi’s rigidness, gaze focused on their partner as they set up the contraption in the trees, hand gripping straps of desta’s climbing gear
“don’t look at me like that. this is much safer than the ground.” desta grunted, as they tightened the rope around the trunk of a tree, sweat dripping down their face and body
“who the fuck camps in trees?” levi mumbled.
“when the hunters from our clan went out for hunts, this is how they slept.”
“i know. that question didn’t need an actual answer”
“i know. i just like getting on your nerves.” desta stuck their tongue out and then attempted to jump into the safety net set up
“oop” desta hung in levi’s grip, their gaze dark
“don’t ever try that again.”
the ladder levi had set up to reach the tent was right there
when the couple entered the tent, desta tossed aside their clothes, letting the breeze caress their dark brown skin
levi stared without a peep, a blush creeping across their cheeks
“the air is so good up here” desta clapped their hands, getting on their hands and knees beside levi
“you still have your clothes on?”
“i think i’d prefer it.”
in the middle of the night, desta felt the warmth emanating from their partner disappear pulling them from their own slumber in an instant
“levi?” desta rubbed their eyes, squinting at levi’s outline at the entryway of the tent
they looked back at desta, hearing their name and that's when they saw the look in levi’s eye
“wait, levi-”
levi dashed out of the tent, running down the ladder
desta wouldn’t dare let theirself be with levi if they couldn’t handle their partner’s episodes
they were on levi’s heel, running after them with their body in the nude. they hissed at the wood digging into their feet and small splinter, trying to ignore the pain as they reached out to grab levi before they could take one bad step
however, the step was indeed taken
levi’s foot slipped off the side of the branch, the left side of their body hitting the bark, bringing them to their senses
grunting, desta caught levi’s hand, gaze focused on the top of their head and not the forest floor so far from where levi was hanging from. they pulled them up into the branch, panting heavily
what happens when their partner/interest tells them to close their eyes pt. 1 // aot & fire force headcanon
pairings: aot x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs) & fire force x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs)
{mdni/f}
a/n: rushed dis out to feed yawl🤞🏿🐆benimaru, mikasa, levi, sasha coming sewn,,,enjoy🫡
hange
“okay!” they did as they were told, hands patting their lap as they waited for whatever it was itoro was preparing
they sniffed the air, trying to get a hint of the surprise—food perhaps? itaro had been on a baking high for the last week and a half, welcoming hange from work with the sweet scent of their delicacies
“what is it?” hange questioned with an innocent lilt, impatience slipping through. “i like the food you’ve been making! i like the weight i’ve been putting on!“ they chirped, searching for the presence of their lover
“if i could have just told you what it was, would there have been a reason to tell you to close your eyes and wait?” itoro’s sudden change in tone made hange bite their tongue, posture straightening
skin warming, hange squirmed around on the couch, fingers twiddling. “i…sorry.”
“it’s okay, i know you’re only curious.” itaro moved closer, gaze darting from the items in their hands to their partner
hange whipped their heads towards the direction they heard itaro approaching, heart banging against their chest as they awaited the next command
“go ahead and open your eyes, baby,” itoro spoke in a softer voice
hange raced to look at itoro, their stare dropping to the leather straps they were gripping
“i’ve just been thinking about how the version for your uniforms looked on you…” itaro felt their skin warm, fingers stroking the material. “so i made some new ones for us to use…if you want.”
“i do!” hange covered their mouth and chuckled. “sorry. I would like to.” they nudged their glasses, nearly about to jump from their seat. “so, do you want my clothes off now or…”
itaro held back a laugh. “you look like you’re about to attack me.”
“it’s just that our work has kept us away from each other for a while so i’m all revved up,” they responded. “so…we doing this right here or the bedroom?”
an idea popped into itoro’s head, making their lower abdomen churn
“take your pick.” a smile crept onto their lips
dazed by unbound horniness, hange leapt up and took off towards the bedroom, a trail of clothes left in their wake
hibana
“you’re not gonna bamboozle me and leave me sitting here alone again, are you?” hibana side-eyed ime, then looked down, measuring the distance that was between them since sitting down on the freshly cut grass
hibana just wanted a hint of affection from the newcomer and will strive until succession—no matter the embarrassment.
at least hibana could heal a bit with a dash of hangout time they were permitted before either were pulled away for a situation
she needs to stand up fr,,,but like for ime…????? we: 🛐🛐🛐. don’t ask
feigning a yawn, hibana stretched their arms upwards then out, letting them drop closer to ime, granting them a chance to scoot theirself closer
“what are you doing?” ime’s eyes were resting behind their dark glasses, body hunched over their bent knees and unmoving
hibana pursed their lips, freezing their movement. “we’re just sitting so far from each-”
“any closer and you’d be breathing on my shoulder. are you gonna close your eyes or keep that mouth running?”
“well if you’re going to just be rude and walk away, no.” hibana crossed their arms
“i won’t,” voice monotone, ime responded
hibana immediately shut their eyes, perking up at all the possible scenarios that could ensue
they’re too shy to do it with my eyes open? i didn’t know they were so timid. i was doubting myself. i am able to have that effect on them! i need to be more confident! hmph!
finding herself leaning into ime, hibana’s heart thumped as she fully immersed herself into the fantasy
“alright, open your eyes.” ime finally looked away from hibana, hiding their downturned smile while they scooted away
hibana’s lips formed a small pout. “what? are you sure?” they opened one eye, peeking at ime. “uh-you moved further away! you were going to leave me, i knew it.”
ime turned their face away from the warmth of the setting sun, adjusting their glasses with a quick nudge from their knuckle. “i wanted to know how much peaceful it would be if you were asleep instead of awake.”
*getting time to lewk at this lil cutie without them “ruining” the moment
“it’s true. i have a gorgeous resting face-”
“because you talk entirely too much when you’re conscious.”
hibana’s brows furrowed. “…were you imagining me asleep or dead?”
“don’t worry about it.”
tucking their hair behind their ear, hibana reimagined the scenario. “you were…thinking about me?”
“hibana…”
ymir
“no. why?” ymir quirked a brow, knowing they could’ve easily succumbed to the enthusiastic request
xasan rolled their eyes. “so i can smack you, obviously. just close ‘em!”
“…definitely not.”
employing their puppy eyes, xasan’s gaze feigned sorrow.
ymir fought the urge to look at their partner directly, holding their refreshment while looking in another direction
sighing ymir murmured, “i hate when you do that.”
xasan watched ymir close their eyes, sticking their tongue out in triumph while initiating a small dance in their seat
“keep doing that and watch.”
xasan pursed their lips and stopped moving, narrowing their eyes.
“or what?” they mouthed, one hundred percent sure ymir was not able to see
“you know my eyes are closed but assuming you talk back like you always love to do, i can stop playing your little game very quick.”
xasan’s grip tightened on the small package in their cardigan pocket, harboring their reaction to the tone of ymir’s threat
regathering their senses, they slipped the object out of their pocket, reaching across the table to set it in front of their partner
hearing the rustling from xasan’s movement, ymir’s impatience nearly triumphed in the battle to keep their vision blocked
“okay, you can open them now,” xasan chirped, fingers intertwining as their nerves began to set in
proceeding with their nonchalant act, ymir opened one eye, gaze darting to the gift on the table before landing on xasan
panic arose when ymir thought an anniversary or birthday had passed—but that couldn’t be true, they were usually the one to remind xasan of events they had forgotten
ymir didn’t do well with being given gifts out of nowhere—they mostly thrived on reciprocation in most aspects of their life
frozen, ymir responded, “i…didn’t get you anything.”
“that’s okay.” xasan was bright with anticipation, “look what’s inside,” they urged
“what’s inside?”
“ymir, just open it and you’ll see.”
“what kind of gift is it though,” they continued to probe, anxious
“baby…”
chest tightening, ymir put down their cup down, slender fingers skimming the wrapping paper. sitting up in the chair, they took the small package and ripped into it
ymir’s brows furrowed, jaw set as they cleared their throat. taking the small painted glass into their palms they let out a shuddery breath
xasan’s eyes widened, the unexpected reaction rendering them silent.
it was a small project only meant to mark the beginning of their art journey. at most they expected a small nod and compliment knowing a child could have done just the same, better even
but the tears?
now both of them crying
“it’s so pretty,” ymir sniffled, drying away their tears with the back of their hand. “look at our little hands holding each other. we’re just laying in a…in a field flowers.” they shook their head
“i’m glad you like it.” xasan caught their gaze and held it as a silence ensued in the presence of bountiful adoration
agender!mikasa x black plus-size gnc reader (oc name: uhuru)
includes - fluff, ruff tuff gay besties, strongest ppl in humanity or whatever, mikasa loves getting tossed, overprotective lesbians
{mdni/f}
a/n - oc’s name actually means freedom in swahili🫠i get carried away at some parts ahehe whoops rlly could a made this a whole fic🤞🏿perhaps. enjoy :3
uhuru was a secret admirer. they admired mikasa’s strength, determination, and stature. and how they loved to do so
they didn’t know when the admiration trickled into fondness
maybe when they always seemed to find theirself standing close to them, glances to get a look at their expression
could’ve been the many times they murmured an obscene rebuttal to a higher-up’s command, earning a low chuckle from mikasa
uhuru’s main love language growing up the way they did in the forest away from the kingdom centered around protection. they always kept track of their loved ones, making sure everyone and everything was accounted for.
they weren't sure what attached them to mikasa but they were attracted as soon as they entered the camp and came upon the serene individual
mikasa’s interest predated their physical meeting.
of course the moment uhuru passed through the wall entrance their identity was relayed across the grounds. they had spent some time staying at inns before arriving at the survey corps training camp
one story had sold mikasa’s anticipation for their arrival.
before arriving at the camp, uhuru’s presence at the inn was known making them a prey for those thinking they were an easy target. just a weary traveler.
growing up in the rural areas of paradis was more chaotic than life inside the walls could be. at a young age, uhuru would mimick the fighters and hunters of the group picking up their agility and strength as a adolescent.
following an expedition around their living area uhuru came upon pieces of the titan ore near their clan’s camp and shaped them to their liking.
a dagger and a set of claws attached to the finger tips by a mechanism derived from the knowledge their elders brought from their homeland
that night when uhuru was returning from getting dinner, a couple of theives thinking they were quiet began following them
they had already noticed them before they left the inn and before entering the restaurant
claw and dagger hidden under their cloak, they turned and let their hood fall, freshly shaven head covered with their chosen tattoo visible under the moonlight
uhuru’s black eyes glared at the five individuals, demeanor emanating murderous intent. loosening their body, they launched theirself at a speed that stunned the attackers, their weapons digging into and slicing at their lower limbs and making them immobile
witnesses said it was supernatural. as if uhuru had enchanted the men. one minute the offenders were standing and the next second their wails of pain and blood covered the sidewalk.
mikasa heard the story among their group of friends, finally checking into the conversation. they tried to sneak in a question, hoping to join the discussion easily.
suspicions rose immediately
armin kept the knowledge of the premature affection to himself while eren risked his life to begin teasing his sister
the day of uhuru’s arrival, their presentation shocked the members of the survey corp
mikasa was excited. everything about uhuru’s demeanor attracted them immensely, their front row position granting them the closest view
with the sun just rising, a golden hue emanated, caressing uhuru’s mahogany skin
shaven brows and head with tattoos decorating their scalp and nape. dark eyes that pierced through every individual they fell on. broad body, matching the protruding thickness that pressed against the fabric worn
introducing theirself, uhuru’s voice tumbled from their lips deep and smooth
whispering their name to theirself, mikasa let a small smile stretch across their face
uhuru’s gaze darted to mikasa, trained ears catching the murmur
the instant their eyes met, that was it
their approach for each other was similar—subtle and calculated opposing the emotional turmoil
“because everyone’s scared of them, that why’s they’re sitting alone,” ymir answered mikasa’s question, munching on a boiled carrot from the steaming bowl of soup.
“also their weapons weren’t exactly practical. a bystander said they were made from the same substance as a titan’s hardening,” jean added. “how the hell is that possible? clean up of eren’s seal was closely watched and this is their first time in the wall.”
armin interjected, “we actually don't know if there are more places like the underground chapel or the city beyond wall sina. their garments show they’re from the forest but the presence of their people would have been known if-”
mikasa stood up from the table hands gripping their bowl and plate of bread, walking away from their
“mikasa?” eren called out, brows furrowed until he saw them going in the direction of uhuru. “oh”
sitting in front of them, mikasa mumbled a greeting before ripping a piece from their bread and popping it into their mouth
uhuru cocked their head studying the person in front of them.
mikasa didn’t meet their eyes but the essence of fear was void unlike the people at the other end of the table, attempting to converse in hushed voices
“hello, mikasa”
the spoon in their hand bent under pressure as their name slipped from uhuru’s lips
slowly, they opened up to each other, relaying their interests back and forth highlighting their favorite--fighting
the first sparring session was one for the books
rotations were going every four minutes with two and half minute break intervals in between.
by the time rotations were up, an uneven count of members were matched letting uhuru and mikasa meet for the first time since they joined months ago
“i know you hold back on your attacks,” uhuru got in their signature lowered starting position, muscles relaxing
“a lot of our teammates would have been murdered” mikasa responded, brushing a piece of their hair away from their face, bending their knees as they entered a defensive position
uhuru chuckled. “don’t pull that shit with me, mikasa”
their right fist came flying at mikasa’s torso, coming in faster than mikasa could expect
however mikasa was still able to dodge the hit, knocking the attack in another direction with a circular motion of their forearm against uhuru’s
with the effort it took to block their first incursion, mikasa nearly missed the immediate rebound of uhuru’s heel coming at their face
mikasa grunted as they dodged the kick, uhuru’s other foot fanning upwards and connecting with their partner’s chin, the momentum pushing them out of the back walkover
“what type of fighting style is that?” sasha whispered to the group, “it looks like uhuru has a dance routine goin’ on”
“it’s like a nonstop attack,” hange marveled
“look at uhuru’s body,” ymir pointed out, “compared to mikasa’s it has more flexibility. the attacks lead into the next with ease but each one is coming in hard.”
the session ended with uhuru’s victory, mikasa’s body slamming onto the floor with a thud
pain aside mikasa would take the loss over and over again
leading into uhuru’s first expedition months following their graduation, their relationship with mikasa only grew closer
mikasa didn’t stray far from uhuru, keeping an eye on their surroundings as well as their best friend riding their horse through the forest in front of them
admiring their broad shoulders for a sliver of a second, mikasa refocused theirself when something caught uhuru’s attention making them call out to to get everyone’s attention
while the team altered the formation they were in, uhuru called out two other titans in the distance from the opposite side
the sudden accumulation of the creatures caught up with the team quick, their horses continuing along the trail while they switched transportation to their odm gear
mikasa looked away for a moment to track the movement of titans behind them, releasing the hook from the trunk of a tree to land on one of its branches
“uhuru!” mikasa called out, ignoring the three titans clawing at the base of the tree
jaw clenching, their breathing became heavy, eyes flitting around the area to check if there was a body to be found
their chest tightened, a cold sweat racking their body
yelling out their name again, their voice cracked, vision blurring with acute rage
looking down at the titans trying to reach for them, mikasa fingers tightened around their hand grip, curses falling from their quivering lips
mikasa’s hyperfocused descent towards the titans, blocked out the abnormal appearing in their blind spot leaping with an open mouth in preparation to eat them mid-fall
the wind from the attack diverted mikasa’s attention from the titans they were getting ready to attack, repositioning theirself to fend them all off
finally tracking down the stray titan, uhuru recognized the short black tresses, eyes widening as they saw the abnormal closing in on them
uhuru redirected their odm to aim for the titan, hooks sinking into the skin before their swords punctured and ripped through the nape of the abnormal, planting a foot on its back in order to assist their motion of sending its body towards the other titans knocking two down.
mikasa, overwhelmed, only stared at uhuru, their fall continuing.
grabbing their torso, uhuru launched their right hook to another tree, ascending to a safe height
“you’re an idiot,” uhuru huffed, panting as they set mikasa down. “I cannot believe you.”
“where were you” was mikasa’s rebuttal
letting out a heavy breath, uhuru gestured towards the steaming abnormal. “while we were chasing down the titans we found, this one was on its way behind us as well.”
“and you went for it alone? but i’m the idiot…okay” mikasa downturned their lips. “don’t disappear like that again, uhuru.”
the hoarseness in their voice made uhuru’s brows furrow
“hey mikasa, it’s okay. i’m right here. i….i won’t leave you.” uhuru rested a firm hand on their shoulder, their chest getting tight
mikasa looked away. losing someone came too easy. they prepared theirself for death every second of every day but their emotional threshold would already be met by the time any mission started making impulsivity sit at the forefront
“just…don’t leave me like that again.” mikasa lifted their hand, positioning it over uhuru’s
introducing hange to a certain herb // aot headcanon
agender!hange x black plus-size gnc reader (oc name: haruna)
synopsis: hange has some of that sweet ganja
includes: cannabis use, essense of sex(18+), sub!hange, fluff, etc.
{mdni/f}
a/n: i would like to believe this is proofread🧌this is not a modern au :3 enjoy!
plans for an expedition to the outskirts of the island were being made, the location of their journey leading them near haruna’s homeland
hange had tagged along, even though plans were only discussed with levi, erwin, and a couple other soldiers
inserts theirself into the itinerary even though they have a whole project to complete
“isn’t it due in two days?” haruna asked
“i extended the deadline,” hange proclaimed
erwin interjected “…you can’t do that”
hange only looked to haruna as if their commander hadn’t spoken “…i’m coming anyways”
asked if it was okay to examine the environment
“why are you asking? this is your homeland.”
hange quirked a brow as if the answer was clear. “our homeland. your place of birth. am i not supposed to respect it?”
haruna gave in. “yes. you’re right. you’re right.”
the train ride to the outside of the wall consisted of a small nap—hange’s head resting on haruna’s lap. their hand stroking the brown tresses as the snores lightly emitted from their mouth
upon their arrival, haruna repeatedly warned hange of the wildlife and terrain, keeping their crossbow prepared at all times and steps cautious
hange getting flustered when their partner gets protective over them knowing damn well they’re one hell of a soldier
“do you really like me that much?” they gushed following haruna into the thick greenery
“we’ve been together for three years, hange”
too many times hange had become distracted by the various vegetation and organisms, astonishment nearly leading to their demise if haruna was not hyper-vigilant
“no, don’t touch that.”
“not edible. stop”
“it’s literally hissing at you, it does not want to be pet”
fascinated, hange bounded from one site to the next, scribbling down information in their notebook after each each examination
protective haruna’s eagle eye swatting away bugs even hovering near their precious hange
“ooh what’s this?” hange reached out to touch the unknown plant as they spoke
hovering behind them, haruna responded, “it is a type of flower.” they bent down next to hange. “my people use it for many purposes and have been since their arrival centuries ago. “you should collect some to take back”
hange brought out a medium-sized leather bag. “have you used it before?”
“i have seen its effects”
on the train ride back, it was haruna that was asleep, head blanched on hange’s shoulder
their soft black kinky coils brushed against their cheek, a sweet aroma emanating from them
hange always holds haruna’s hand when they’re asleep
they had said they needed security when they were unconscious
hange had laughed at the way they worded it but understood
actually hange assumed they needed to be posted up on watch every time they were asleep with a weapon by their side
the train had arrived back to the station, letting the group depart with goodbyes and goodnights
“i’m excited to get to study this plant. moblit would have never encouraged me to touch anything random” hange smiled giddily as they entered their home
“he trusts me more than he trusts himself with you. and it isn’t random. i literally told you what it was” haruna took off their jacket and hung it on the coat hook.
“sorry. forgot.” hange tossed their coat aside and unloaded their findings of the day on the coffee table
haruna does not play around with that shit
“hange” was all they said
they hurried to tidy everything up as their partner washed their hands
haruna made sure outside clothes were put with the rest of the laundry as soon as they walked through the door to end their day.
they also handmade both their leisurewear
“so what are we gonna do with this?” hange lifted the leather bag filled to the brim with nugs. “you were so adamant on me not telling the others yet. you know secrets make me tingly”
“because i wanted to share a part of my culture with you before anyone else” haruna plopped down on the couch, a pipe adorned with small intricate carvings in their hand
hange + emotional intimacy equals immediate tears
“hange…i-it’s okay. please don’t cry”
cue stifled sobbing
a few strokes of the hair calmed hange down, haruna’s hand resting against their cheek before they refocused the attention to the pipe
“when this plant is burned and inhaled it puts the user in a elated state—very relaxing. it is used for both non-medical and medical purposes” haruna explained grabbing a nug and breaking some down into the bowl of the pipe
hange knew they should be writing this down but didn’t want to stop looking at the process, entirely engaged
“any bad side effects” hange inquired, scooting closer as haruna grab a matchbox.
“none that i can recall. we were always told that the flower works best when we detach from our anxiety and stress” they struck a match, looking at hange as the flame came alive. “do you need some time?”
hange shook their head. “i’m ready”
lowering the match to the bowl, haruna set the herb ablaze, and then waved the match until it died out
they pressed their lips to the mouthpiece, thumb covering a small hole on the side of the bowl
as haruna inhaled, the embers glowed for the short seconds their lips were attached.
they turned their head to direct cloud of smoke away from hange’s face which was so close to theirs
haruna gestured for hange to take the next hit
“i’ll hold it for you,” haruna offered
hange leaned in and mimicked what they observed haruna doing, pressing their lips and inhaling for a couple of seconds
they blew out the smoke only coughing once, smacking their lips
“tastes”—smack, smack, smack—"green”
“it’s a plant, baby”
hange giggled, a particular numbness caressing their body
they watched their partner take another pull with wide eyes, putting a hand on their thigh
this time haruna blew their exhale upwards, licking over their lips after
hange waited patiently for haruna to bring the pipe back to their lips, their stomach fluttering at the small intimate gesture
after their second hit, hange blinked blankly, squeezing haruna’s thigh then smoothing over their dark brown skin with their thumb continuously
stimulation they usually did while not sober became ten times better being high
“how you feelin’?” haruna lowered the pipe before they could take another pull, gaze setting on hange’s giddy smile
“really good” they suddenly began stretching, body limber and relaxed.
haruna chuckled lightly, watching them closely to make sure they didn’t hit against anything
“do you need anything?”
hange put two thumbs up
regardless of the answer, haruna went and got two cups of water, set them down on the table
“fuck. you were gone for a while” hange furrowed their brows, concerned. they closed the space between them as haruna sat down again
high hange needs physical touch
“come here” haruna rubbed their thigh, beckoning for hange to sit
hange took no more than a second to settle theirself down on haruna’s lap, ass nestling into their warmth
haruna’s hand naturally rested on hange’s left hip, the other busy with lighting another match and relighting the bowl
hange was skimming their lips over their lover’s temple, pressing a kiss to the area every once in a while
massaging their hip, haruna presented the pipe to hange, letting them take another pull
a bit too hazed, hange took a longer hit, lips departing from the pipe and in an instant had smoke leaving their mouth forcefully as they coughed, hard
“it’s okay, just breathe,” haruna cooed, rubbing the middle of their back
lifting their glasses, hange wiped the tears streaming down their face, panting
that cough was the one
“drink some water, hange” haruna murmured into their ear
hange’s abdomen swirled with heat, their voice seemingly amplified to be deeper, smoother—kinda too dangerous for a first time smoker who didn’t know how horny smoking would make them
downing the cup of water, hange returned to their post on haruna’s lap, happy to be perched there
“you’re never this quiet,” haruna commented, left hand drifting toward hange’s inner thigh
i don’t know what’s going on and i am violently horny, hange proclaimed in their head, gaze dropping to haruna’s hand caressing their flesh. if i just slid these shorts to the side a bit-
“what’s on your mind, baby?”
hange almost moaned at the sound of their voice, weakening at the pet name
“n-nothing” hange was deteriorating in real time
lids low, haruna set the pipe down on the coffee table, arm securing hange’s waist so they didn’t fall as they moved
“oop” the noise slipped from hange’s mouth as their body was adjusted by haruna’s large hands
“hange, i can always tell when you’re lying to me” their fingers trailed the waistband of their shorts under their shirt
hange tensed. “…no you can’t?”
“i really think i can. turn around”
hange got up and turned, haruna’s gaze drifting from their ass to their face, a smile stretching across their face
straddling haruna’s thighs, hange threw their arms around their neck, unknowingly rolling their hips against haruna’s
the insatiable sensation at the apex of hange’s. thighs only worsened as time passed, their high heightening the pleasure
eyes screwed shut, hange wouldn’t dare look at haruna when they were in this state, embarrassment and bashfulness reddening their cheeks
they already knew those dark orbs would be staring them down, setting their entire psyche on fire
when haruna planted their grip on hange’s hips, slowing and deepening the grind, the brunette’s eyes shot open, mouth agape as a shudder overtook their body
synopsis - will they or won't they?
includes - agender!hange, black plus-size agender original character, friends to potential lovers, essence of sub!hange, gay besties flirting, unspoken admiration, etc.
{mdni/f}
a/n - dis not my first fic ever but for this fandom yeahhh i got my black plussize agender readers. i can't use [y/n] bc my brain is demolished and literally does not insert any name so ill just make up ocs. but yall should know i had to make a background for these darker skinned folk. ive established their history (not in this story...not yet) so there's not just a random nigga in the walls. anyways enjoy :3
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“Goodnight Hawa,” Amahle gave a warm smile as they began to leave the new recruit’s side. The rest of the dorm was beginning to quiet down as fatigue set in and lights out crept closer. Chatter slipped into sporadic murmurs.
The wide-eyed individual, racked with anxiousness and already attaching theirself to the presence of the older soldier, hesitated to reach out a hand to stop them. “Um…”
Amahle looked back at Hawa, brow-bone lifting in silent encouragement to speak.
“Thank you,” they muttered, twiddling their thumbs. “I know this is an inconvenience--constantly checking up on me and whatnot. But you are…the closest resemblance of any family or friends I had before moving into the walls. I apologize for making you worry.” Hawa kept their gaze elsewhere as they spoke, mahogany skin warming.
Their breathing hitched, feeling a hand on their shoulder, mustering up the courage to look up and meet Amahle’s eyes. Tears threatened to spill in response to the unexpected statement, the older individual’s grip tightening. Their chest constricted as they kept a breath that would be sure to lead to a full session of wailing.
“Please,” Amahle began, voice breaking, “do not apologize. My care and kindness are not forced by anything you do. We are the embodiment of the clans we left behind. Our link is inevitable. I will try my best to protect you and return you home to see your family again."
Now the tears forming in Hawa's eyes did not resist slipping down their round cheeks. “I…I will also protect you. Your family will see you again too.”
Embracing Hawa tight, Amahle’s lips quivered as they cried quietly into their shoulder. They stayed a couple of minutes after to soothe Hawa, hoping to lift whatever burden they were harboring before it was officially lights out. Moving the chair back near the wall, Amahle prepared to leave, lifting their lantern from the nightstand. They whispered goodnight back to the recruits, shushing them while they tried to get out of the room without any person in command catching them again…for the eighth time this month. They shut the door, untwisting the doorknob so the bolt would be slid into place without a peep.
Amahle’s muscles grew rigid as soon as they saw the figure standing near them in their peripheral.
“Commander,” they greeted, skin heating as they faced Erwin. “I was…someone reported a…the kids were fighting again?”
“Do you even believe yourself?” A thick blond brow quirked along with the question.
Slumping their shoulders, Amahle knew they were caught from the get-go. “Some recruits were feelin’ uneasy. I've seen the way they train when they don't get a good night’s rest. Was just makin’ sure everything was alright.” They readied theirself for the disciplining that could or could not be worse than Levi’s.
“There has never been a soldier that took upon the caretaker role that is essential in these dorms. They would think it's a burden to handle the stress of our mission along with the emotional turmoil of young individuals. You are different. Your presence now is one of the aspects that will keep these kids alive in the long run.” Erwin placed a hand on Amahle’s shoulder for a moment before returning his arm to his side. “Before you turn in, I noticed Hange’s light still on and that can only mean they have not taken a single break since you last checked on them.”
“I was just on my way,” they replied, choked up.
“Are you alright?” Erwin asked, eyes widening at the contorted look on their face.
“Yeah,” Amahle cleared their throat. “Just been one hell of a night.”
Erwin nodded in understanding. “Okay then. You should get going. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Commander.” Amahle departed with a small wave. Wiping underneath their lash line, they tried to compose theirself as they made their way to Hange’s quarters. If they saw Amahle in this state there wouldn't be a reason to attempt to put them to bed.
Their friendship was a spectacle behind the walls. The moment Amahle was seen entering the walls in an attempt to join the Survey Corps, Hange over-enthusiastically volunteered to be a guide. When the higher-ups asked about their background, Hange’s stare earned them multiple lectures in respecting Amahle’s space. But they couldn't help it. There was a certain aroma they had never smelled before that wafted off of them, putting the soldier into a trance. They recognized the scent from a flower that was found on an expedition they led far into the forest. Then their focus would be brought to the short black kinky hair, spirals of close-knit coils shaped around Amahle’s head.
Hange had speculated before there was a mystical purpose to Amahle’s arrival and very being. There was a moment during dawn as the sun began its ascent over the mountains in the distance, rays of light stretching across the camp. Just waking up to finish a report, Hange decided to stretch their rigid body by going on a walk outside. As they were pulling their hair back up into a ponytail, proofreading the image of the report in their head, scuffling came from in between the dormitory. They quieted their steps, creeping up towards the sound. There they saw Amahle sitting with a journal in front of them, pencil tapping their inner thigh as they tilted their head from side to side. Before Hange could realize it, they were walking towards them, heart pounding hard against their chest.
Amahle had straightened up, the crunch of dirt under boots interrupting their journaling time. They turned around to see who it was, a small smile making a way onto their lips before they stood up. They had not noticed their heartbeat speeding up or the warmth that crawled across their cheeks as Hange approached them.
From a distance, Hange admired the thickness of their body, eyes wandering over their physique before meeting Amahle’s gaze. They waved, mouth parting to speak, however oblivious to their building anxiousness, everything was dry. Clearing their throat loudly, the embarrassment had begun to hound Hange.
“Good morning, Hange,” Amahle had greeted, clutching their journal and pencil in one hand. They shifted their stance to follow Hange’s movement, a sliver of light falling upon their face.
When Hange had regathered theirself, they greeted back, “Good morning, Amahle.” They marveled at Amahle’s smooth umber skin glimmering both in the shadow and light. Gulping they let out an airy chuckle, rubbing the nape of their neck in an attempt to distract theirself from the trance they were about to enter with joy. “You’re up early.“
“Yup. The air is so crisp at this time and this sunrise is beautiful.” Amahle looked to the mountains, a longing stare into the distance.
“Ah,” was all Hange could say, words swept from their mind as they studied Amahle’s features. “Would you like to walk with me?” Hange offered as a friendly gesture knowing well they preferred to be alone in the morning especially after finishing reports.
“I would like that.”
The love accumulated in their time knowing each other made their friendship dip into the pools other than platonic. There were the touches that lingered a bit longer, elusively possessive. Proximity invasions that they would pass off as teasing, ignoring the glances to each other’s lips. Multiple sparring sessions that ended with one sitting on one another, heavy pants exchanged with the winner on top skimming their fingertips down the torso of the loser while they gripped their thighs.
Nearing a year and a half of intimacy, neither was making a move anytime soon, finding happiness in the complacency of their relationship. To have someone around and be there for each other like the two did filled something in their being that was critical for their survival. A necessity.
Trudging down the hall to Hange’s door, Amahle didn’t bother knocking as they entered, letting out a sigh as they saw Hange hunched over their desk, leg bouncing as they tried to focus on the last part of an equation. They kept quiet as they crept up behind their best friend, peering over their shoulder to take a look at the mess of papers spread out on the desk. Their eyes darted over each page, double-checking their work because they knew it should never take this long to finish.
Plucking the pencil from Hange’s hand, Amahle erased their mistakes and quickly wrote in the correct numbers. They had leaned over the chair, scent sending tingles down their back . Following their corrections, Hange’s heart swelled with appreciation. Their brain was becoming sore from the immense focus they had on these pages for hours and now it felt like the gnawing had subsided.
Finishing off the last page, Amahle dropped the pencil, mouth close to Hange’s ear. “Now get your ass in bed.”
“You’re so scary when you talk like that. I wasn’t even going to argue.” Hange succumbed to the demand, body squirming in the seat. They had a hate-love connection with the way Amahle’s tone would switch up. It was like they were getting snatched up by the back of their shirt and chastised—partly true. "And also, thanks for the help."
There had been a moment where they had a couple of drinks in the tavern, the numbness of alcohol taking over with a subtle chaos. Hange was doing a bit too much asking for another cup of beer, leaning their body across the bar, half-singing their unruly request. Their comrades were trying their best to keep them at bay, searching for the individual who was always beside them and able to subdue them with a single finger. Walking out of the bathroom, Amahle’s gaze immediately fell on Hange with their ass poking out from violating the bar while Moblit tried to calm them down. Entirely too drunk for the scenario, Amahle marched up to Hange, people moving out of their way when they heard and saw them coming. They wrapped an arm around Hange’s torso, taking the cup from their hand and setting it down at the bar.
“They’re in trouble,” Ymir snickered, scooting their chair closer so they could be in earshot of the upcoming conversation before Mikasa pulled them back with one hand.
As Amahle set Hange down, they gripped the front of their shirt steadying their sway. “Hange, look at me.”
“Yesss?” Hange slurred. “Amaaaa you look pretty in this light too?” They groaned, smacking their forehead. “Gosh…”
Drunk ears blocked out the sentence. “You need to keep your ass off the bar. The workers don’t get paid entirely enough to deal with you and you keep breaking everything,” they said in a low voice, deep tone stroking Hange’s senses like a melody.
Hange nodded, sputtering out a laugh. “Sawry. I-I just feel really happy.” They paused to burp. “And you”—their hands skimmed Amahle’s hips—“are the reason for it all.”
Amahle had blinked, stunned. They fought the sensation in the pit of their stomach as Hange began caressing their waist, planting their palms around it and massaging the pudgy area.
“Um. Okay then. J-just don’t go overboard again. 'Cuz I can't stop the whole bar from wanting to fight you. Attempt yes.” Their grip loosened, irritation faltering.
“Mhm. Whatever you say, Ama. I can do whatever you want,” Hange sang, fingers crawling under their shirt.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” Amahle blurted, escaping back into the corridor.
Hange pursed their lips, scouring the area. Landing on the group of girls from the team trying to make themselves disappear from a very drunk Hange’s eagle eye. With wide arms, they approached the table, jumping into unprepared bodies.
Standing up from the desk, Hange pulled off their tank top tossing the fabric onto bed near where Amahle sat, watching. Goosebumps rose across their skin as they undressed, the heat of their comrade’s stare prominent. They bite the inside of their lip, unbuttoning their pants slowly.
“Just hurry and take it all off. You need to get to bed,” Amahle said, crossing their legs to try and ease the tension in their pelvis. Their eyes lingered on their scarred torso, body humming in response.
There was that tone again, making the pants come off immediately. After undoing their chest binding, they rolled their shoulders back, stretching out their body as they hopped into bed. Amahle stood by their side, approving how quick they got into bed.
“Good job, Hange. Feels nice huh?”
Unknowingly awaiting the small praise, Hange’s cheeks reddened while they nodded. “It does.”
“I’ll leave you to get some rest, Hange.” Amahle smiled, pulling the blanket up their torso a bit more, bending down as they tucked them in. “Have pleasant dreams.”
When their lips met Hange’s forehead, Amahle cherished the contact they had a routine of doing, hand on theirs, thumb stroking their skin. Pulling away, their nose skimmed Hange’s, heart ready to break from its cage. They both froze, fingers intertwined, the skin of their lips brushed against each other.
“I,” Amahle croaked, “I’m gonna let you get some rest. I know that brain of yours needs a break.” They used the excuse to tear away from Hange, picking up the lantern from the ground.
“R-right. You need rest too. Don't let me distract you.”
Amahle wanted to be distracted so bad. The small ache in the pit of their stomach was nearly unbearable. Their knees resembled jelly, almost giving out while they retreated.
For the sake of their friendship, Amahle only glanced at their hardened nipples for a second, mustering up the strength to say a simple, “Goodnight, Hange.”
Will you stay, the thought never processed into verbal communication, dying off as Amahle waved goodbye.
