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Bombshell I Jean Kirstein

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AN: I actually like how this one turned out. For the first time I didn't rewrite it a million times. Hope you enjoy. I may add more to these stories.

Artist: eyeбegzy

Summer m.list I Armin I Eren I Reiner

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You, Mikasa, and Eren are sprawled out on the loungers by the pool, sun warm on your skin, when you hear some of the girl's gasp. You sit up, squinting from the glare of the sun, trying to see what the commotion was. Then you spot him, a new guy, tall and broad-shouldered, with familiar ash brown hair that immediately tugs at something deep in your memory. Before you even realize it, you're on your feet, leaving Mikasa and Eren exchanging puzzled glances as you move.

He's already smiling, a big, open grin that you'd know anywhere. You barely slow down before you're wrapped up in his arms. "Jean," you breathe, arms around his neck. He squeezes you in a way that hasn't changed at all, then gently sets you back on your feet, holding your hands keeping you close.

"It's been forever," he says.

"I know. I missed you." You're both grinning, but you can feel the eyes on you from every direction. Conversations have stopped.

Reiner's the first to break the silence. "You two know each other?"

You and Jean nod in perfect sync. "We met back in high school," you explain, glancing at Jean. "He moved away right before graduation."

The memory feels startlingly fresh. Jean had shown up halfway through junior year. His mother's job had them bouncing from city to city, country to country. You can't remember the exact moment you became close, but suddenly he was in every part of your life. At some point you began dating, but then, just before graduation, came the news, he and his mother were heading back to France. You knew there was no point begging your parents for a ticket to visit. The two of you drifted apart, the slow, inevitable fading that comes with distance. You got busy with applying to colleges and then moving onto the dorms, classes, you started a new life with new friends. Still, you kept his photos, memories of your first boyfriend never fading no matter how much time passed.

Jean introduces himself with the easy charm you remember, and the girls can't stop staring. It was always like this, someone in school was always crushing on him, at least until they got to know the cocky and combative side he rarely hid. Coming from money and it just being him and his mom, he'd gotten used to getting his way. But it seems he's changed. There's a quiet confidence in the way he carries himself now, less of that arrogant energy, more relaxed, even a bit unpolished. Yes, you dated him during that faze of his life, but you were young and brushed it off most of the time because he was sweet to you. If you met him once you reached your twenties and he acted like that, you would have not given him any of your time.

Mikasa leans in, her voice low. "Anyone here you're interested in?" She's noticed it, the way Jean's gaze flicks to you when he thinks no one's looking.

Everyone is waiting for his answer. The girls try to hide their hopeful smiles, the boys suddenly tense. Jean laughs, nervous, and looks straight at you. "Y/n," he says softly.

You give him a shy smile. Later, when the attention drifts elsewhere, you turn to him. "I can show you around, if you want?"

He nods, and you take his hand. He tugs you up from your spot, leading the way into the house. You show him the layout, pausing at the bedrooms. You push the door open, the familiar scent of laundry and sunscreen drifting out. "This is where we all sleep."

Jean scans the names on the dressers, stopping at yours. "Porco?" he asks, giving the dresser a nudge with his foot.

"That's who I'm coupled with," you explain, settling onto your bed. "But it's not really serious. He's more into Pieck."

Jean flops down beside you, making the mattress bounce. You automatically reach to pull off his shoes, an old habit, while he chuckles, knowing how much you hate shoes on the bed. Even if your feet are dangling off the side. He grabs your ankle and pulls you closer, you're laughing, trying to tug your dress back into place.

"Jean," you protest, but he doesn't let go.

"I missed you," he says, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your ankle.

Your heart stutters. With Porco, you never felt this, never this sudden, electric tension. You didn't feel like this around Jean when you were seventeen, but then, he didn't look like this back then, either. "I moved back to Trost two months ago," he tells you.

An hour goes by. You catch up, talking about everything and nothing, until Mikasa pokes her head in. "Everyone's heading upstairs," she says, glancing at Jean's hand resting on you before looking back at you.

You give Jean a quick smile. "We'll talk more tomorrow." You slip from his grasp, his hand dropping to the bed as you leave.

After your shower, you slip into the dressing room to put your things away. The quiet is broken by Eren's voice, he's perched at a vanity, Mikasa brushing her hair beside him, both watching you in the mirror.

"Jean's in love with you," Eren announces, deadpan.

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. "Don't be ridiculous, Eren. We haven't seen each other in few years."

"So?" he shrugs.

Mikasa asks, "Did you guys date before?"

You pause, then nod. "Yeah. Almost a year."

Mikasa just nods, resuming her routine. All three of you go back to the bedroom, where Porco's already sprawled with his hands behind his head. You slip under the covers.

You and Porco have been a couple since day one, he stole you from Floch, who's long gone from the villa. It worked, in a friendly way, but it never really sparked. Once Pieck arrived and Porco's attention shifted, you both knew the next recoupling would probably split you up. And now, with Jean here you're sure you won't couple up again.

The next morning, some are eating breakfast or already at the gym. You're at the table with Mikasa and Pieck, quietly eating while Mikasa keeps sneaking glances at you.

"You should go talk to him," Pieck says gently. She's always been sweet, when she and Porco started talking, she came straight to you, not wanting you to be blindsided. She's one of the few you really trust here. Mikasa nods in agreement, carrying her plate to the sink.

"Go, I'll clean up," she says.

You find Jean on a workout bench, water bottle in hand, pretending to listen to Eren ramble about something you can't quite catch. He's distracted, eyes darting to you every chance he gets. When he sees you heading his way, he mutters a curse under his breath, but he's already smiling.

"Jean, can we talk?" You give him the smile you know he loves, the one that always made him melt.

He excuses himself and follows you to the daybeds under the shade. You settle in, Jean lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.

"Do you still have feelings for me?" you ask, straightforward as always.

Jean loved that about you. No games, just honesty. If you wanted to know something or felt a certain a way you say it. You were the one who asked him out in high school, telling him he was taking too long. He nods, eyes never leaving yours.

"Good," you reply, voice steady. "Because I do too."

Jean can't stop admiring you. He always thought you were so pretty. Ethereal looking. The light blue bikini compliments you, gold bracelets catching the sun every time you move your hand. He reaches out, holding your hand between his, thumb brushing over the two bracelets, one with your name, one with a thin vine pattern.

"You still wear these," he says quietly, playing with your fingers.

"Of course," you say, the words soft.

He remembers searching everywhere for a bracelet to match the one you wore all the time, finally finding the right one when you pointed it out at the mall. He bought it and gifted it to you on your birthday. At first your mom was telling you that you can't accept the gift because it was way too expensive and she wasn't sure if Jean's mom knew he bought it.

Jean was too caught up in the memory, he barely notices when you reach out, fingers threading through his hair. "Never thought you'd let it grow out. I like it."

His hair's nothing like how he used to have it, longer now, cut into a shaggy mullet. "My friends made fun of my old haircut until I changed it," he admits, grinning when you laugh.

He hooks his fingers behind your knees and pulls you closer, making you gasp. "Stop doing that," you scold, tugging at your bathing suit.

"You were too far away." He lays his head in your lap, grinning up at you. "My mom's going to love this."

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[babyeaglle]

Real Love

Aki x female reader

Warning: talks of grooming and emotional abuse

Aki sat across from you on the worn corduroy sofa, his knees tucked up close, almost defensively. The lamplight threw soft shadows across the living room's faded green rug. Shadow, your fluffy grey cat, picked that moment to leap up, landing squarely on Aki's knees. He tensed, but she gave him a slow, approving blink and pushed her head against his hand. Shadow barely tolerated your closest friends, but with Aki she grew gentle. Less aloof and more affectionate. Maybe there was just something about him that animals trusted, the same thing that drew you in.

It hadn't always been like this. When you first met Aki, it had been during a birthday party thrown by a mutual friend in your apartment. He'd drifted toward the edge of every group, quiet enough that you almost missed him until Shadow had curled herself around his legs. After that, it became impossible not to notice him, he appeared wherever you went across campus.

After that you started hanging out. At the café where you wasted afternoons, with his peculiar group of friends. You'd been drawn into their orbit, each of them bizarre in their own way, thrown together. Denji was girl crazy but at some point you noticed he really just wanted a connection with someone that didn’t take advantage of him, he had real bad luck with girls. Then there was Power, who insisted that was her real name and you didn’t question it. You wondered how they had all found each other. What had formed this odd little chosen family.

Soon you and Aki started hanging out alone. At first it was casual, a study session, a shared walk home. Gradually, meals blurred into late-night phone calls and the kind of silences that felt less awkward and more comfortable. The feelings slipped in quietly. You would realize your hands were close enough to touch, that his laugh made your stomach fill with butterflies. When he smiled, really smiled, you couldn’t help but stare. And he was sweet, almost fiercely attentive, the kind of person who remembered how you took your tea and called to make sure you made it home safely. For months, everything bloomed.

Then he started to drift. Calls went unanswered. Plans cancelled. It made you upset because you didn't know if you had done something wrong, or if he just found someone new. The idea hurt, but it was worse not knowing. You weren't even sure what you and Aki were. Friends, not quite lovers, not really anything official. You'd never talked about being exclusive. You told yourself not to hope for more, even as the hope refused to die.

One night, an hour unreasonably late, your house phone rang. Aki. For a moment, you wondered if you were still asleep and dreaming. You picked up. “I'm outside. Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

So that's where you found yourself, sitting with him in your living room at one in the morning. The city outside was silent, save for the hum of distant traffic, and Shadow sat perched on Aki.

Aki didn't meet your eyes at first. So you spoke. “It's okay if you don't want to see me anymore, Aki.” Your voice cracked on the last word.

He shook his head, you noticed his hair was down. “I'm sorry.” For a moment he said nothing. Just stared down at Shadow, stroking her fur with trembling hands. Your patience was something nearly foreign to him. It gave him space to speak.

He took a shaky breath. "Before you... there was someone else."

You stayed silent ready to listen to whatever he had to say.

He looked up and then away. “Her name was Makima.” He swallowed, voice rough. “We met when I was sixteen. She was twenty-two.”

Your heart ached at the quiet in his voice. You waited.

“She worked at the convenience store near my school. My friends and I went there almost every day. She was always behind the counter, laughing at our stupid jokes, sneaking us free snacks.” He let out a short, nervous chuckle. “At first, she just seemed nice. She started flirting with me. Even after I told her was sixteen. My friends, they thought it was incredible. An older woman was interested in me. They kept saying I'd be an idiot not to go for it.” He looked lost in the memory, his hand stilling on Shadow's back. “So I did. I hid it from my family because I knew what they would say. My friends acted like I'd won some prize. I let their excitement talk me into things.”

His voice faltered. “It lasted years. Makima made me feel like I was special, like I was mature. She kept telling me I didn't need my family. She said I was mature for my age. She'd criticize everything, how I dressed, my friends, the way I spoke. If another girl would talk to me, she'd lose it. But then, after every fight, she'd be so sweet.”

He stared at a spot on the carpet. “I started believing her. I let her isolate me. I stopped seeing my friends. My family thought I was just a typical teen, moody and distant, but really I was scared. I thought if I just became exactly what she wanted, things would get better. But my world just got smaller.”

His voice dropped. “She'd build me up, then tear me down. Sometimes she'd act like everything was my fault. Sometimes she'd act like she was the only one who understood me. I was so confused all the time. I tried to leave, but she'd make me feel guilty for even thinking about it. I thought that's what love was supposed to feel like.”

He looked at you, eyes shiny, not quite crying, not yet. “I've tried to tell people before but they just laughed it off. Told me to man up, that I could've walked away any time. Because I was a boy, and boys don't get hurt like that. Especially not by a woman.” His eyes drifted around the room, he refused to look at you. “I didn’t want to tell my parents.”

You reached out carefully, hands warm on either side of his face as the tears began to fall. He shuddered, looking so small and so tired you wanted to take all that hurt away and stash it somewhere, far from him.

“You don't have to be sorry, Aki,” you said, fighting your own tears. “You did nothing wrong. She was the adult. She knew what she was doing. You were just a kid. And your friends..” you shook your head, unable to finish.

He pressed his shaking hands over yours, holding tight.

“I tried to talk about it before, with someone I trusted, but all I got was ‘it couldn't have been that bad,’ or ‘tell me isn’t that what boys want’.”

You pulled him into a hug, and at first he went rigid, then collapsed against you. The tears came quietly, soaking through your T-shirt.

“I like you so much.” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Sometimes it scares me how much. Being close feels dangerous. Like it could all just vanish.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his watery blue eyes. “It's okay to be scared.” you whispered. “Just don't run. Talk to me, even when it's hard. Especially when you think no one will listen.”

His fingers gripped yours, not loosening. For the first time, something deep in him seemed to uncoil, trust. The sadness didn't vanish, but beneath it hope flickered alive, that maybe, with you, healing was possible. Shadow curled tight between you, purring softly, as if to promise that you were both safe here.

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Chrysanthemum

part 1

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I've been wanting to rewrite my fist Levi fic because I hated how it turned out. I'm going to write every chapter like a one shot so they can be read as a stand alone.

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 The room is dimly lit by the dying embers of the fireplace. Shadows flicker across the walls, and the low crackling and patter of rain tapping against the windows. The sound is soothing, helping you drift to sleep. You're lying on your side, eyes closed, your hand curved protectively over your round belly, feeling the occasional flutter of tiny kicks. A smile tugs at your lips, wishing Erwin were here beside you. 

A gentle shuffling stirs you, pulling you back to the present. You open your eyes, blinking trying to see in the dim lighting, and watch as the dark-haired man gets up quietly from beside you. He moves silently trying not to disturb the peace of the room. His silhouette is outlined by the faint firelight as he crosses to the hearth and crouches to stoke the flames. You watch him for a moment, the curve of his shoulders, the way his hair falls, before your attention is pulled away by another small kick.

Your thoughts drift to that day, a memory so clear, when Levi appeared at your door. The way the world seemed to be quiet as you opened the door.

Before that awful day, just before Erwin's last mission, you found out you were pregnant. You can still hear his laughter, see the light in his eyes when you told him. He was so happy to start a family with you. He immediately started preparing, clearing out his office, the second largest room in the house, to make space for the baby. The first thing he brought in was a heavy cherry wood crib, its polished surface gleaming in the morning sun. Inside, nestled together, were two plush bunnies, one pink, one blue. Erwin had spotted them in a shop window and bought both, smiling as he explained that since you weren't going to know the baby's gender until the birth, it was best to be prepared. "And when we have another, hopefully a girl, she can have the other one," he said, already talking about the future of having another baby.

He was dead set that the baby would be a boy. He told you, half joking, half serious, that the couples in his family always had sons, so it was only inevitable that you were going to have a boy as well. You remember sitting together late at night, legs tangled under the blankets, scribbling out lists of names in a notebook. You finally found the perfect boy name, but you'd never agreed on one for a girl, always ending up in gentle arguments and laughter.  

You had asked him, more than once, to take a safer position, to step back from the front lines. But Erwin was stubborn, driven by a sense of duty you both admired and hated. "I can't just leave them," he said. "They need me. My men depend on me." The last night you shared, he confided that he'd written letters for Levi, detailing everything about you and where you lived, just in case. Levi was the only person he trusted enough to know about his personal life. He gave you a photo of Levi, so you would recognize him if he ever came around.

So, when you opened the door that day and saw the man standing on your porch, you almost didn't realize it was him. He didn't look quite like the man in the photo. The scowl was gone, replaced by a more tired. A thick, jagged scar carved its way from his forehead, right through his eye, and down to his chi. Beside it, another, thinner scar. You noticed the bandages on his right hand, missing fingers, evidence of battle fought. There was a softness in his eyes. You didn't need him to speak to know what he came to tell you. You'd known, deep down, ever since the war ended and days had passed without word from Erwin.

Since then, Levi has been a near constant presence in your life. At first, it was just visits, checking on you, helping where he could, but soon enough, he moved in. He made himself useful, quietly assisting with anything and everything you needed. You had a small staff to help manage the large house, but Levi joined them, cleaning and organizing. He was always nearby, following at a respectful distance on your daily walks, lifting boxes and furniture as you finished setting up the baby's room, keeping a watchful eye without ever hovering.

You've grown used to his company. He doesn't pester you, he kept to himself. So much so that you know almost nothing about him besides what Erwin told you, which wasn't much.

Tonight is the first time Levi has ever entered your bedroom. You'd been restless from the discomfort in you lower abdomen, pacing the room, when he knocked gently on the door and offered to bring you water. The gesture felt unexpectedly comforting, the staff usually left you alone at night never checking in on you. You asked him to stay until you fell asleep. He agreed.

He settled himself against the headboard after the flames grew, legs stretched in front of him and arms folded, the firelight casting sharp shadows across his face. 

Levi glances down at you. "I know you're awake," he says quietly.

You stay curled on your side, tugging the duvet up to your chin. "I want to ask you something." He hums, a simple sound that means he's listening, waiting for you to go on. "The only thing Erwin ever told me about you was that you were planning to kill him, and that you were the only person he trusted." The words sound strange. It's hard to think that Levi once tried to kill Erwin and later was the one person he trusted the most and became his right hand.

Levi lets out a sound like a scoff and a laugh. "What do you want to know?"

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For anyone who reads this should I keep the text small or not?

[babyeaglle]

Toxic I Eren Jaeger

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Artist: blustock_

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Warning: toxic reader. Messy relationship

AN: I’m so bad at titles. And I need to try and give more personality to the characters. I'm trying bear with me.

Summer m.list I Armin I Jean I Reiner

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Eren and Jean are in the makeshift gym area. There's really not much to do in this place, wake up, swim, work out, or flirt and have aimless conversation. Eren's losing track of time. He honestly thought joining a dating show would be fun, a break from everyday life. If he happened to meet someone he liked, cool, but mostly he just wanted to have fun. He was upfront with everyone from the start, he was here for fun, not to string anyone along. And he kept his word. He flirted, joked around had private moments with some of the girls.

Bombshells came and went, each one making an entrance as dramatic as the last. But none of them hooked him enough to put in any real effort. There was always a polite smile, a bit of banter, and then nothing. Until you arrived. You walked in picking him and Jean for your dates. He'd braced himself for the same old routine. But the moment you appeared in that dark emerald dress, the color matching the green his eyes, he couldn't look away. You carried yourself with this easy confidence, teasing and playful, but there was a hint of something softer every time you caught his gaze. At first, you kept your distance, your hand hovering as if waiting for permission. The second he let you know he was open to it, you became bold touching his arm, leaning in close, making his heart pound in his chest. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about you captivated him, made him forget the cameras, forget the plan. 

But then there was the other side of you. One moment you were wrapped around him, laughing at his jokes, and the next, he'd spot you curled up beside another guy. Reiner, this time. It threw him off, made him question every little thing you did. He tried to talk to you about it, to ask what you wanted, but as soon as you looked up at him with those wide, pretty eyes and started acting sweet, he felt his frustration melt away. It was like you had a switch and knew exactly how to flip it.

"I just don't get her," Eren mutters, slumping onto the floor with a frustrated. "She acts like she's into me and then she's off flirting with Reiner."

Jean shrugs. "Maybe actually talk to her about it?" Eren opens his mouth to shoot back that he does talk to you, but Jean cuts him off before he can get a word out. "No, you don't. She gives you those puppy dog eyes, clings to you, and you just forget everything. Try really talking to her for once."

Eren hates how right Jean is. But later that night, instead of following his advice, Eren finds himself flirting with Pieck. Neither of them is interested, but she plays along, knowing what he's trying to do. "She's staring hard," Pieck murmurs under her breath, glancing over his shoulder.

Eren glances toward the lounge and spots you sitting with Sasha, not even pretending to listen to what she's saying. Your eyes are locked on him, your brows drawn together, lips pressed into a pout. He can't help but think you look adorable, even when you're mad. You stand so suddenly the chair scrapes against the floor, and stomp over, slipping between him and Pieck. You grab Eren's arm with a possessive tug, pulling him away, leaving Pieck to chuckle and shake her head as she turns back to the others.

You drag Eren up the stairs, your grip tight, and fling open the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind you. The sound echoes through the villa. "What the hell are you doing?" Your voice filled with anger.

Eren matches your tone, frustration bubbling over. "What? You're always all over some other guy." But as soon as he sees your eyes glass over, your lips trembling, his anger deflates. He sighs, reaching for your hands, wrapping them around his torso, pulling you to him.

You look up at him, eyes watery. "It just seems like you're not really into me," your voice wobbling.

Eren shakes his head, stunned. "What? I'm into you. So into you. You're the only one here who's actually gotten my attention." He doesn't get you. He's always there, always being affectionate with you, always following you around like a lovesick idiot. "You're the one who flirts with other guys every time I'm not glued to your side. I try to be around you as much as I can, but then you say I'm suffocating you. I don't know what you want."

You rest your head against his chest, your body relaxing. "I want you around me all the time," you murmur, your words barely audible.

Eren realizes then that you've been waiting for this, waiting for him to do something, anything, that you could get mad about. Since you walked in, he hasn't so much as glanced at another girl. He's been all in, and yet you're the one drifting off with other guys whenever he leaves you alone for a second too long. It's maddening, and somehow, he doesn't mind. It's messy and confusing, but he finds himself drawn to you even more.

"I'm sorry, Eren," you say, your voice so soft, "I don't mean to be like that."

He cups your cheeks, tilting your face up to his, and kisses you, hard, desperate. You kiss him back just as fiercely, your arms locking around his neck. He lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carries you to the bed. He knows he's not letting you go. Not now, not ever. He knows this is going to get messy, knows it'll probably end with both of you in tears, but right now, he doesn't care. He really hopes no one back home is watching.

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[babyeaglle]

Recoupling I Armin Arlert

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Artist: artworkbyzuli

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AN: Apart of my dating show one shot series. I will Probably add more to each character's story that won't need to really be read in order. Currently writing the Jean one now.

summer m.list I Jean I Eren I Reiner

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You're lying on the daybed, fiddling with your water bottle, the straw clicking. Five days have passed since that first coupling. Right now, you're officially paired up with Jean. Nothing wrong with Jean, he's funny, easy to talk to, and you both hit it off in those first days. But your attention has been on someone else. You talked about it, both of you admitting there's someone else on your minds. No drama, just a quiet understanding that you'd each be happier with someone new.

Now, here you are again on the daybed, sunglasses pushed up holding your hair back, the sun warming your skin. Next to you sits the guy you can't stop thinking about, the blue eyed cutie, Armin. He's sitting beside your outstretched legs, his sandy blond hair swaying in the warm breeze, ears pink from the sun, or maybe from being this close to you.

"I'd like it if you picked me tonight. But what about Jean?" Armin's voice is soft.

You give him a reassuring smile. "He's into someone else too," you admit.

Later that night, everyone is gathered around the fire pit, four guys stand waiting to hear who will pick them. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest after you finish your little speech, "The boy I want to couple up with is Armin." He smiles, a bit shy, and takes the seat next to you. Your eyes meet Jeans and he give you a subtle wink. 

After the recoupling and everyone done talking to their partners, the girl's dressing room is bustling despite it being so late. Hitch stands behind you, fingers weaving gently through your hair as you wipe away your makeup.

"You better be all over that man and show him how much you like him," she teases, grinning at you in the mirror. "He seems on the shyer side. I think he'll appreciate it."

You and Hitch became close quickly. You think her and Pieck would get along. "I know, I just don't want him to feel uncomfortable. Or like I'm moving too fast."

Hitch shrugs, still playing with your hair. "Everything moves fast in here. Don't miss your opportunity."

You walk into the bedroom, Hitch gives you a gentle pat on the butt before heading off to her bed. Armin's already at yours, rearranging the pillows on his side. You crawl under the covers, tossing him a curious glance. "What are you doing?"

He lies down, pushing a pillow aside. "I don't like sleeping with pillows," he admits, pulling the cover up.

You nod, settling in. You're close, but not too close, your head barely grazing his shoulder, your arm wrapping gently around his. You feel him tense for a moment, his body stiff beneath your touch. "Sorry," you whisper, starting to move away.

But his hand covers yours, stopping you. "No, it's fine." He keeps his hand over yours all night.

The curtains open slowly. Being closest to the large windows the sunlight reaches you first. You squint, stretching, and glance over. Armin's still asleep, the sun not disturbing his slumber whatsoever. He's on his stomach, right cheek squished into the mattress, hair messy, a tiny pout on his lips. You can't help but smile, brushing his hair back gently. He stirs, brows furrowing, and you pull your hand away, starting to sit up.

"Morning," he mumbles, his voice is raspy. "I can make us something if you're hungry." You lean down, press a quick kiss to his cheek, and hop out of bed before he can react.

When your done and head out to the kitchen, he's already plating the breakfast he made. He places your plate in front of you as you sit.

"Thank you," you say, grabbing your fork. Armin sits next to you, setting his right foot on the foot bar of your stool, leaning in just a little.

The sun is shining on him making his hair look golden and eyes like crystals. He catches you staring and gives you a boyish smile. If you're honest, you don't know what you would have done if he'd turned you down yesterday, there's no one else in here you want to get to know.

When you finish eating, you wash the dishes together, hands brushing in the soapy water. You're lying on one of the many loungers by the pool, Armin sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you, leaning against the side of your chair.

"Tell me about yourself," you turn onto your side to face him. "We've never really had an actual conversation before last night."

He looks up giving you his full attention. "What do you want to know?"

You think for a moment, then ask, "Are you physically affectionate with people you're dating? Or are you okay if someone's like that with you?"

His ears flush pink. He glances away, eyes darting to the plants behind you. "I've never really been in a serious relationship before," he confesses. "But I guess I'd be fine with someone who's really affectionate."

You nod, relieved. "Good. I like being close, touchy with someone I'm dating. My exes never really liked that about me." A gust of wind blows Armin's hair into his eyes, and before he can reach up, you're already brushing it back, fingers running through the soft strands. His eyes light up, sparkling as he looks at you.

The conversation drifts to your lives outside the villa. Armin tells you he's studying marine biology, he's thinking of working in marine conservation. He tells you about how he was one of the few students chosen to go on a trip to Isla Del Cano in Costa Rica. How the water was so turquoise and clean it didn't look real, how he swam with the sea turtles. It's the most you've heard him speak since you arrived.

"I'm an only child, but I have a friend, Eren, that I've known since we were kids," he says, he's now sitting beside you on the lounger, his hand resting comfortably on your leg. "He was actually the one who convinced me to come here."

"Really?"

He laughs, rubbing your leg absentmindedly. "Yeah. He's got a girlfriend, and they watch this together. I think they just want to live vicariously through me since they've already found each other."

"My friend Pieck is the reason I'm here too," you admit, giggling. "My parents don't even know I'm here. They think Pieck and I are on vacation."

Armin bursts out laughing, head thrown back. "Mine don't know either. I'd die if they were watching this." The two of you dissolve into more laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Across the pool, Connie is lounging back, arms propped holding his weight, while Jean sips his water quietly after a workout. Connie leans over and says, "She looks way happier with him than with you." Jean shoots him a glare and gives him a kick, but he's smiling too.

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[babyeaglle]

Chrysanthemum 1

Levi x reader

Warning: none

Levi closed the heavy front door behind him, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the entryway. The house, larger than he was used to, was quiet, its marble floors reflecting faint traces of moonlight that slipped through the drawn curtains. As he shrugged off his coat, one of the housemaids briskly walked over. Taking the jacket from his shoulders without a word, only offering a small, respectful nod.

He glanced around, eyes adjusting to the different lighting. The grand hallway stretched before him, lined with portraits and pale blue vases of flowers. The maid's voice, soft and formal, broke the silence. "The Ms. is in the kitchen."

Levi nodded, muttering his thanks, and made his way toward the subtle glow coming from down the hall. The kitchen lights were dim, just the lamp over the stove and a small one by the window. He found (y/n) at the table, elbows propped on the dark wood, her face half-hidden behind a mug of tea.

He walked over and gently rubbed her shoulders. "You don't have to wait up for me, (y/n)," he said quietly, his voice more tender than he usually let it be. She turned to look at him, tired eyes softening. This was routine by now, her waiting, his late returns. "It's past midnight," he added, glancing at the clock on the wall.

She gave a faint, tired smile. "I know. I always waited for Erwin." There was a pause. Levi just nodded, remembering all those nights Erwin would tell him he needed to get home because she was waiting for him.

He reached for her hand. Without another word, he led her upstairs, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The house felt even bigger at night, every creak and distant sound amplified.

It's been five months since Erwin died, but the grief was still fresh. Levi remembered every detail of that night, coming home, the weight in his chest as he searched for the words to tell (y/n) that Erwin wouldn't be coming home. The last thing Erwin had said to him was to take care of them, something he said to Levi constantly, a promise he never expected to actually happen one day.

In the softly lit bedroom, Levi helped (y/n) settle into bed, propping up the pillows just the way she liked them. He pulled the covers up to her chest, tucking them in gently. She shifted, and he placed his hand over her stomach, feeling the slow, reassuring movement of her breathing. "Don't wait for me if it gets too late," he said, voice low. She put her hand over his, squeezing gently. "For the baby. Try to rest while you can."

She had been four months pregnant when Erwin died. Since then, Levi had thrown himself into work, opening a restaurant with Artur Braus, an old friend from their time in the military. Artur's wife, Lisa, was expecting too and needed a way to support their growing family. The restaurant had been more successful than they thought it would be, busy enough that they had needed to open a second location just to handle the crowds. The profits meant Levi could afford this six-bedroom house for (y/n) and the baby, a gesture she insisted was unnecessary. She had teased him about spoiling the baby, claiming the baby didn't need two bedrooms, when he told her one was meant to be a playroom.

(Y/n) let out a tired sigh, squeezing his hand again. "Stop coming home so late and I'll be in bed before midnight," she teased, though there was a hint of worry behind her smile. She drummed her fingers softly against her belly. "Little one's room is almost done. Carla helped me paint today."

Carla Jaeger was their doctor's wife, also pregnant, and she had become a regular presence in the house. The first time she'd visited, it was with her husband Grisha for one of (y/n)'s checkups. The two women had hit it off almost instantly, and Carla now dropped by often, bringing a sense of normalcy and cheer that (y/n) desperately needed.

Levi gave (y/n)'s stomach a gentle pat and whispered goodnight before quietly closing the door behind him. He made his way to his own room, exhausted, and after a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, he collapsed onto the bed. As he stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to Erwin. 'I'm taking care of them, Erwin,' he thought silently, hoping that tonight, sleep would come a little easier.

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(Y/n) sat out in the garden with Carla, both women bundled in thick sweaters as the pale autumn sun tried its best to cut through the crisp, chilly air. Peaceful afternoons have become more common after the war had ended. Carla stirred her tea slowly, the cup steaming in her hands. "The time is getting closer and closer." she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I have four more months of this." There was a warmth in her eyes as she watched (y/n), a subtle reassurance that she understood exactly what these last months feel like.

(Y/n) let her hands rest on her swollen belly, fingers splayed protectively over the curve. She smiled, the expression soft and tired. "I'm ready to get this baby out of me," she admitted, laughing quietly as she shifted in her seat to get comfortable. Her back ached, and the baby seemed determined to remind her every few minutes that space was running out. It was already the second of November, and the due date had come and gone. She was worried when it passed the date but Grisha reassured her that everything was okay and it's not uncommon for that to happen. Any day now, the baby would arrive.

Levi was inside, pretending to read in the front parlor, (y/n) could sense his anxiety through the walls. He had been working late as always, but ever since her due date passed, he made a point to come home a bit earlier every night. She knew he paced the floors after dinner, double-checking everything and making sure the maids were nearby. He tried to look calm around her, but she could tell he was on edge, waiting for the moment.

Carla set her teacup down on the table, her hands lingering over the delicate porcelain. "I don't think I ever asked you," she said, tilting her head, "are you hoping for a boy or a girl?"

(Y/n) hesitated, tracing lazy circles over her stomach. "I always wanted a boy, and Erwin..."Her voice faltered just slightly at the mention of her late husband, but she continued on. "He wanted a girl. I still hope for a boy, though." Her smile was sad, touched by memories of them playfully going back and forth about it. Carla reached over and squeezed her hand, and in that quiet moment, (y/n) realized how much she had come to value Carla's friendship. It had been a few years since she had someone to talk to like this, another women and not just about work like she used to.

A chilly wind picked up, scattering dead leaves across the stone path. Both women shivered, gathering their sweaters tighter before heading inside. As they stepped through the back door, Levi appeared in the hallway, his eyes lingering on (y/n) just a moment longer than necessary. Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang, and Levi opened the front door to greet Grisha. Carla smiled, gathering her things as her husband waited for her, and the two left together, waving goodbye.

The rest of the day slipped by in quiet routines. (Y/n) curled up in her favorite chair with a book, though she barely turned any pages. She spent some time sewing tiny clothes, occasionally stopping to check and re-check things around the house. Every so often, she'd wince as the baby kicked, sharp, insistent reminders that it was almost ready. Grisha had warned her that the baby could come at any moment and that she shouldn't overexert herself, so she tried to stay inside, resting whenever she could.

As evening settled over the house, (y/n) finally went to her room, hoping for a few hours of sleep. Levi checked in on her before going to bed himself, lingering in the doorway with a worried look. She smiled at him, assuring him she was fine.

It wasn't long before chaos disrupted the quiet house. Just as Levi was beginning to doze off, a frantic knock sounded at his bedroom door. One of the maids stood there, breathless and wide eyed. "Sir, Ms. (y/n) is in labor."

Levi's mind went to Erwin, how he was so happy telling Levi that he was going to be a father. He doesn't remember any other time Erwin was that happy, besides his wedding day.

Levi felt a sudden squeeze on his right hand, so tight it startled him. He glanced down at (Y/n), her knuckles white with effort, sweat beading on her forehead. The maids darted around the room. Sheets were changed, towels and water fetched, supplies readied at a fast pace. Levi had never seen them work so quickly.

(Y/n) had been pushing for what felt like hours, Levi had lost all sense of time. He hadn't left her side once. He kept his eyes on her, offering what comfort he could with a steady hand and quiet words. He squeezed her fingers gently, murmured encouragements.

The room was filled with the sounds of frantic activity the soft instructions of the maids and (Y/n)'s labored breathing. Then, one of the maids leaned over, voice gentle but urgent. "You're almost there. Just a little more."

A moment later, a shrill, piercing cry. The maids quickly gathered around, tending to the newborn, doing their best to clean the baby up. The baby's cries filled the room, insistent and alive. "Strong lungs."

(Y/n) finally released Levi's hand, her entire body sagging with exhaustion. She let out a breathless, shaky laugh. "That's probably the hardest I've ever worked in my life," she managed, her voice barely more than a whisper. A slight smile broke out on Levi's lips, a genuine softness on his face that he rarely showed to anyone. "You did well," he said quietly, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair away from her face. His touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary.

He pulled his hand back, almost self conscious. He could not remember when he had started becoming this soft with her. Sometimes, when he caught himself being gentle with her, a strange guilt crept in, as if he was crossing some invisible line. Yet she never seemed to mind. She never pulled away, never stiffened at his touch. If anything, she seemed to welcome it.

A soft sniffle broke Levi from his thoughts. He looked over to see (Y/n) cradling her baby close to her chest. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she smiled through them, eyes shining with emotion. "It's a boy," she said softly. Levi knew without asking what she was thinking. Erwin should have been here for this moment. Levi felt the ache in his heart for his friend.

One of the maids, Mary stepped forward. "Have you chosen a name for him?" she asked, voice low so as not to disturb the fragile peace in the room now that the baby boy's cries stopped.

(Y/n) nodded, still gazing down at her son. She and Erwin had spent countless evenings discussing names, tossing ideas back and forth, sometimes changing their minds a dozen times in a single conversation. For a girl, they'd settled on Sophia, after (Y/n)'s mother. For a boy, after much debate, "Armin," she whispered, "That's his name."

So cute

I'm trying to write an Armin x mermaid reader and a dating show one (bc i've been watching love island recently. Neither are going well right now, but i will get to eventually.

Thank you for reading💜

[babyeaglle]

Rekindle (rewritten)

Joshua Rosfield x female reader | reunited with his betrothed.

TW: none

wc-491

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Still trying to sort out the gyomei fic but I rewrote my first ff16 fic

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"There's someone I think you would like to see." Joshua's brows furrowed in confusion at his brother's words.

  "Someone I'd like to see?" he repeated, a perplexed expression crossing his face. He looked at his brother, his mind racing with the possibilities. With that, Clive turned and left the room, leaving Joshua alone with his thoughts. He wondered who it could be that his brother thought he would like to see. A friend? A family member? The possibilities swirled through his mind, but he couldn't settle on anything specific. He decided to just wait and see, as his brother had instructed.

A few moments later, the door to the infirmary opened again. Tarja approached Joshua's bedside placing water on the side table with a slight smile on her face. Joshua's heart skipped a beat. He straightened up in his bed. "Who is it?" he asked, slightly nervous. He keeps his eyes on the door and a familiar girl walks in. "(Y/n)?"

Joshua stands and the girl walks quickly to him and into his arms for a hug. He stands still for a moment in shock before he wraps his arms around her. While traveling with Jote he has thought a lot about what had happened to (y/n), where would she be and now she stands in front of him. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white dress, which you don't see very often now. She tightens her hold on him. "Joshua."

Joshua couldn't believe his eyes. (Y/n) had been a childhood friend . They had grown up together, played together, and shared countless secrets. They were betrothed to each other as soon as his family found out the neighboring kingdoms queen had a daughter. After they left for phoenix gate he hadn't seen her since.

"How... how did you find her?" he asked, his mind still reeling from the surprise.

"Story for another time," Clive said. "But she's been with us at the hideaway for a while now." Joshua's eyes filled with tears.

He pulled away from the hug and reached took her hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here." he said. (Y/n) smiled and squeezed his hand. The two studied each other. Her face was radiant with beauty. The same honey colored eyes. She pulls one of her hands out of his and plays with the tips of his blond hair.

She smiles, "Your hair has gotten longer." Joshua returns her smile equally as excited about seeing her again after so long, "My hair, look at yours," he runs his fingers through the ends of her hair, "It used to reach your shoulders." Clive and Jill stand at the door watching them interact after so many years with smiles on their faces.

(Y/n) leaned forward and gave Joshua a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I missed you," she said. "I missed you too, my betrothed." Joshua replied.

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Thank you for reading

[babyeaglle]

Chrysanthemum 2 | Levi spends time with baby Armin

This one is shorter (hate this I’ll probably rewrite it)

Levi sat cross legged on the living room floor, his eyes following Armin as the baby gleefully banged his plastic blocks together, the sharp clacks echoing off the walls. At six months old, Armin was a bundle of restless energy, his curiosity growing everyday. With (Y/n) back at work at the bakery with Carla, Levi's days off had a new routine. Instead of the quiet solitude he once enjoyed, his hours revolved around diapers, bottles, and the giggles and cries of Armin.

Levi never realized how quickly babies grow. In just half a year, Armin had went from a wrinkled, red faced newborn into a little person with his own expressions and quirks. The baby's hair, once barely more than fuzz, had come in soft almost silvery blonde that caught the sunlight and big blue eyes. Both the hair and those wide eyes were unmistakably Erwin's, and seeing them in Armin's face never failed to catch Levi off guard. There was a flicker of memory every time Armin looked up at him, something bittersweet that made Levi's chest ache. It made him miss Erwin more.

A small, determined grunt drew Levi's attention. Armin grabbed the edge of the coffee table and hauled himself shakily to his feet. Levi scooted closer, kneeling so he could steady the baby if he tipped. For the past two weeks, Armin had been obsessed with standing up on his own, sometimes even attempting a wobbly step before collapsing back down. (Y/n) had shared what Carla told her that most babies didn't try walking until at least nine months. So seeing Armin determined to move on his own early, surprised both of them. It was like he couldn't wait to get going.

Armin let out another frustrated babble, cheeks puffed out, clearly irritated at his lack of progress. Levi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the adorable face. "I know you're annoyed." He murmured, scooping the baby up before he could get too upset. Armin's arms flailed as Levi carried him to the kitchen, his face transforming from frustration to excitement the moment he saw his high chair. Levi buckled him in and grabbed the container of mashed sweet potatoes that (Y/n) had made that morning. He scooped some up with a tiny spoon and offered it to Armin, who immediately opened his mouth wide and lunged forward, nearly knocking the spoon from Levi's hand. "You're starving, huh?" Levi laughed, watching Armin shovel the food. For someone so small, the kid ate like he hadn't seen food in days.

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The next morning, (Y/n) was off to the bakery again before sunrise, leaving Levi alone with Armin for another day. The house was quiet except for the sound of birds chirping in the garden. Levi went to Armin's room and gently pulled back the yellow curtains, letting sunlight spill across the room. Armin stirred, blinking his big blue eyes sleepily before fixing Levi with a look of annoyance, brows knit together in a miniature scowl.

Levi's lips twitched into a small smile as he lifted Armin out of the crib. Lately, he found himself smiling more than he ever had. A real, genuine smiles that reached his eyes. "What are you so cranky about?" He teased, bouncing Armin gently in his arms. It didn't matter who woke him up. Levi, (Y/n), even Mary, who Armin seems to love being around. Every morning, Armin greeted the world with the same grumpy little pout, as if offended that sleep had ended. "All you do is eat, play, and sleep." Levi continued, wrinkling his nose as he caught a whiff of Armin's diaper. "You stink."

After a quick diaper change and a bottle, Levi bundled Armin into the bassinet pram. After four months, (Y/n) had made it a habit to take him on morning walks around their small town, winding through quiet streets lined with tidy houses and gardens. She said it was good for Armin to get fresh air and to see more of the world than just the house and the handful of maids who helped out. She wanted him to get used to the sights and sounds of other people that wasn't just who was in the house.

Now, as Levi pushed the pram down the sidewalk, he noticed how everyone in town seemed to know baby Armin and his mama. Neighbors waved, shopkeepers leaned out their doors to coo at the baby, and even the mailman stopped to say hello. Armin, for his part, took it all in with wide eyed wonder, gurgling happily at any friendly face. On days like this, Levi felt something he'd never expected, peace. The routine, the small acts of care, the way Armin's tiny hand sometimes clung to his finger as they walked. It was slower, quieter than his old life, but it was full in ways he was really enjoying.

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Thank you reading

The next part I will try to make it all about Levi & readers relationship.

@alebrasil0101 so glad you enjoyed the first part