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Day 10 - Set Up By Friends - Armin Arlert College!AU

“Please, just give him a chance, he’s nice I promise you.” Marco whined, sitting cross-legged on your bed, laptop open, glasses falling down his nose as he spoke, watching you pull the zip up on the back of your dress. A long dark purple with a modest — but not prude — neckline.

You walked over to the bed, shooting him a look as you squatted down to pull out your shoe drawer, looking for a pretty pair of heels to match. “Would I lie to you?” He sassed, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You’ve lied to me on countless occasions, Mr. Bodt.” You squinted back at him, sticking up a middle finger which was quickly thrown back at you. He peered over the edge of the bed, pulling off his glasses so they didn’t fall. He reached an arm down, pointing at a pair of back heels with little purple bows attached to the back.

“Those are cute, have you ever even worn them? Oh! You should add a bow to your hair to match.” He spoke excitedly, watching you pull the heels out from the drawer, holding them against your dress. Nodding at him. You stood, pulling your black stockings high before sliding and buckling the shoes onto your feet. You straightened out, giving a little spin. “Love it, oh my god Armin is gonna go insane.”

His phone pinged and he pulled it out his pocket, immediately up on his feet. “Are they here?” You asked, walking over to him as he grabbed your purse and a black scarf off the back of your chair.

“Yup!” The front door creaked open, Mikasa’s voice echoing through the house. “Here!” she was loud enough, heard throughout the small one-bedroom apartment without having to shout. Marco turned to you, grinning cheekily.

“Let me know if you need me and Mika to clear out.” He offered with a wink before heading out into the main living room. You followed in his wake, walking out into the main room, Marco’s bed pushed up against the wall connecting to your room, surrounded by bookshelves for privacy.

When the two of you first moved to Trost he insisted you took the actual room, then he ended up building bookshelves to essentially give himself a bedroom within the lounge. It was odd, but he was just gentlemanly like that. It’s not like he spent many nights at home anyway, most were spent with his girlfriend or Jean. In all honesty you weren’t sure why he hadn’t moved in with the two of them yet, Jean was still living with his mother; and you weren’t sure about the girlfriend, but you were 90 percent sure — based off the overall vibe of her apartment — that she lived alone.

That was an issue for another day. You looked up, stopping dead in your tracks when you were met with a boy in a white ironed shirt and black slacks, ocean blue eyes wide and slightly petrified, blonde hair brushed to the side, though it looked like it wanted to return to a natural state in front of his eyes. He smiled, eyes squinting as he did, looking like he was struggling to see. Mikasa appeared behind him, sliding a pair of glasses into his hand, which were quickly unfolded, resting on his nose, wide rimmed and so dorky looking that it made your heart warm.

He offered out a hand for you to shake, voice coming out gentle and kind. “Armin Arlert, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He introduced, you shook his hand, introducing yourself back.

Mikasa informed you that your reservation was in 20 minutes and so the two of you bettered get going. The restaurant was nice, the two of you got a table in the corner of the place tucked away by some plants and shielded by other tables. He pulled out your chair, letting you sit down first before sitting down himself. Once drinks were ordered and a bottle of wine was flowing, conversation started flowing naturally, and that’s when you truly realized how much of a nerd he was.

Not in a bad way — he was just passionate about things that most people wouldn’t be interested, niche if you must. “You’re in med school, right? I think I remember Marco mentioning it being one of the top in the country.” You spoke up when conversation fell quiet. He chuckled arkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t say it’s the ’best in the country’” He mumbled, “It’s only Scouts.” Your eyes widened upon hearing the name, leaning a little forward on your seat, tapping the back of your palm against his forearm.

“Holy crap are you joking? That’s arguably one of the best Med schools in the world!” You let out a quiet yet sharp chuckle. “What are you studying?”

“Well, Neurosurgery. It’s uh, kind of been something I’ve looked at for a while.” He laughed it off, meeting your eyes. “What about you? Anything interesting?”

Your mind blanked out, how the hell were you supposed to compete with Neurosurgery? “Uhm, I’m working in a lot of music based fields right now. Marco and I have been kind of… erm… applying to a lot of open shows at the moment, more covers than anything else, only a few original pieces that Jean has written but that’s about it.”

“Hey, that’s cool! I did try joining a school choir at one point… but up, Eren told me a couldn’t sing and so I quit. I can play the piano though, Eren’s Mom used to teach me.” He reassured, his own little story making you laugh.

Dinner was nice, natural conversation, him nerding out, you just about following along. The night ended with the two of you heading back to the apartment, he stopped you before you could unlock the door.

“I liked this.” He said simply, shoulders relaxing a little.

“I did too. Uhm… I think that, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to do this again. There’s a museum in Shiganshina that you might like, it’s pretty. We can grab lunch or something. If that’s okay, of course.” You offered. He nodded, staring at you for a moment, cheeks going pink all of a sudden.

“Uhm, I know it’s kind of sudden and that we’ve just met but… can I..?” He trailed off, you lifted a hand, resting it on the back of his neck and bending down to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for dinner. It was nice.” You mumbled, pulling away and unlocking the apartment door before he could say anything else.

The apartment was relatively quiet, two bottles of wine — one empty, the other on it’s way down — rest on the coffee table, Mikasa fast asleep on the sofa, Marco sat quietly in the kitchen, eating while on a video call with his girlfriend and Jean, looking a little droopy as he ate. You weren’t entirely sure why they drank, both were light weights, especially Marco.

You laughed softly, Armin going to wake Mikasa up to take the two of them home. You settled in the kitchen beside Marco, filling him and the other two in on your date. Armin left with a tired girl at his side, waving and blowing a kiss to you as they headed out the door.

You were glad — and so incredibly grateful — that you knew such amazing people who were able to find you a seemingly perfect match.

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Day 9 - Coming Home - Satoru Gojo.

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Rain spattered on the windows, coming down hard from the recent storm that’d just passed through. Wind howled recklessly, pushing branches and leaves in all directions — uncaring and blind to the damage it was doing to your poor garden.

You moved from the window, it was getting dark outside, the sun setting, but there was no pretty colours streaming through the window like you had hoped there would be. Instead it was grey and dark, only light coming through form the already risen moon, creating a glowy cast into the house.

Satoru Gojo, your beloved boyfriend. The supposed strongest sorcerer in Japan — if not the world — wasn’t home yet. He hadn’t explicitly promised today as his home date, however, it had been implied when he said his goodbyes with a whispered. “Duty called.” When the two of you had first gotten together he had made it clear that work was a big part of his life, and that while you would always come first, his job still called, and should the worst come to the worst — he promised his last dying thoughts to you.

You didn’t like to think of that though, the thought of him injured, or worse, left a cruel turn in your stomach that never really went away unless he was safe in your arms. You padded through the house, long silk dressing gown waving behind you beautifully, softly flowing as you walked. The kitchen was cold and desolate, while you had made meals for yourself they never compared to anything Satoru could’ve made. Always warm and fresh, he claimed he didn’t have an eye for cooking, but you knew he was just bluffing for compliments.

Grabbing the water pitcher out of the fridge and filling a glass you leaned against the counter, staring at the door as if hoping he would magically come bursting through, claiming he had quit his job and was ready to move halfway across the world with you, somewhere sandy and calm. Like Malaysia, where Nanami had gone after an early retirement, or maybe a small private island.

A small knock echoed through, and at first it didn’t clock with you that it was the door, thoughts automatically moving to the wind, a branch that knocked against the window perhaps. There was a light knock again, this time coming from the door. You sighed, coming off the counter and heading toward the door, not allowing yourself to get hopeful for the return of Satoru.

You unlocked the door, expecting to see Shoko or perhaps Suguru coming to check up on you. “Hey…” A gentle raspy voice appeared and, soggy and rain soaked, hair sticking down onto his face, the very man himself was there.

Your eyes lit up, standing back to let him in. He toed off his boots, opening his arms exhaustedly, circling your body and holding you close, pressing feather light but meaning full kisses into your hair. You were on your tippy toes, arms wrapped around his neck, nose buried into his shoulder. He let out a soft chuckled, kissing down your jaw and onto the side of your neck, gently grazing his teeth over the skin.

“You’re actually back.” You whispered as he pulled away, allowing your hands to cup his rain-soaked cheeks, brushing damp hair away from his face.

“Of course I’d come back, what, you think I’d just up and go?” He chuckled, keeping his voice quiet, laced with tiredness. You scanned sky blue eyes, looking for something — anything — on how he was doing.

“You hurt?” You asked, hands moving down to his neck, holding it softly. He shook his head, tilting it slightly to the side with a reassuring look on his face. “No, no I’m not. Just tired, Y’know the mission was-”

You cut him off with a ‘hush,’ gesturing to the bathroom. “Let me draw you a bath first, you can tell me all about your mission later…” You mumbled, tugging on his hand softly, pulling him toward the tall doorframe.

Your joint apartment had always been something you took pride in, decorated head to toe with gorgeous things Satoru had brought back from varying countries, gifts from family and friends. Hell, even some of the things Megumi had made at school over the years were out on the counter. Like your salt bucket for example, a hand made clay bowl with a small spoon, out on the counter, one of Satoru’s prized possessions.

The bathroom floor was cold against your bare feet, and judging by the way your boyfriend shivered, the cold of the rainwater was getting to him. “Here, sit.” You pointed at the bathroom mat by the edge of the gorgeous bathroom, stained a distinct shade of dark teal. The edges — connecting the tub to the wall — decorated with marble tile.

He obeyed, sitting down carefully, pulling his blindfold out of his pocket and chucking it into the washing basket at the side of the room. You reached down, rinsing out the bathtub before plugging it and running the water, steaming despite it just having been turned on. Reaching out to the marble tile you pulled off a bottle of bubble bath, pouring a couple capfuls into the bottom, watching the liquid swirl around in the water.

Checking the temperature once again you sat down besides Satoru, leaning your back against the bath. He pulled himself further forward, ensuring his head was in line with yours before leaning into you, head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting yours on top of his carefully. His eyes were closed, blindly searching for your hand with his own, long, slender fingers intertwining as you sat side by side, the bathroom filling with steam.

“You’re freezing.” The obvious was stated, making your boyfriend squeeze your hand in reply, mumbling something incoherent. While he wasn’t explicitly injured you could sure as hell tell that this mission took a toll on his energy. It made you wonder how much he had slept — if he had slept at all for that matter — though you were sure Suguru would probably question it when he called later.

“Missed you…” He mumbled out of the blue, unprompted by anything, just a soft expression of love. “Missed this. God, I don’t want to ever leave again.” Your stomach flipped, squeezing his hand in reply to his grip tightening, as if scared you would run away. You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to, that he could quit. Call an early retirement like Nanami had, move away to somewhere with sand and sun, like you had thought about earlier. Though you knew he couldn’t, he had a duty to fulfil.

He couldn’t just up and leave, people wanted him dead, the sorcery world needed him, he loved his job to much. As much as he complained to hell, it really was one of his happy places, the thrill, the adrenaline. Everything about it, he would simply get bored if he lazed around and did nothing.

So instead, you settled for a small: “I know.” hoping it would suffice as an answer for now, not wanting to push him into anything he didn’t want to do. The room fell silent for a while longer, the only sound being shallow breathing and the sound of running water. You were sure Satoru was asleep until he mumbled.

“Is the bath ready?” To which you nodded, he lifted his head off your shoulder, allowing you to stand up and turn the tap off. You offered a hand down to him, waiting for him to test the temperature to which he nodded and started unbuttoning his uniform shirt. He pulled the first layer off, shoving it into the basket in the edge of the room before pulling his white t-shirt off, leaving him bare chested.

Despite seeing this all before it still made you choke up a little, pale white happy trail leading down his lower abdomen, muscles taught and chiselled as he undid his belt and pants in turn, dropping them to the floor along with his boxers. Your eyes trailed down him for a moment, opening your mouth to say something but getting stuck on the words as he seemingly glimmered in the steam of the bathroom.

He chuckled, smirking widely. “You’re filthy.

“I didn’t even say anything.” You argued back, watching him climb into the bath.

“Your eyes said it all.” he teased, grinning to himself, leaning back in the bath, shoulders instantly relaxing. You sat back down on the floor beside him, his hand coming out of the water to grab yours, pulling it under until you were wrist-deep, hand pressed against his chest gently.

“How was the mission?” You asked quietly, running your thumb over his heart, meeting his eyes.

“It was okay, a couple special grades, nothing too hard, light work for me. Because I’m, you know — the strongest. — They made me take Megumi with me. He’s doing well. Apparently Suguru has been helping him train a little, combat and stuff, he’s just angry that Yuji still has so much control over his body while managing to keep his force.” You nodded, following along as he yapped about the mission, about how the kids at Jiujitsu High were, how training was going well.

Conversation flowed naturally, eventually you grabbed some shampoo, watching him shift in the bath, wetting his hair further so that you could wash it, massaging shampoo deep into his scalp as he let out a deep moan, rolling his neck to chase the movement of your fingers in his hair. As much as Satoru came off as cocky and hard headed he really wasn’t. He was a sweetheart really, loved cuddles, having his hair played with. Ice-cream dates.

You washed the shampoo from his hair, conditioning it softly as he turned in the bath to look at you, pressing a kiss to your nose, then cheek, then mouth. Chaste at first before he finally washed everything out his hair, pulling the plug in the bath and gesturing for a towel, giving you puppy-dog eyes until you stood up, holding it out for him with your wingspan, watching as he emerged from the water, dripping wet with water running down his body like he had been crafted during the renaissance, one of Michelangelo’s finest works.

He walked over to you, letting you wrap the towel around his body as he shook white hair free of excess water, drying off his shoulders and chest first before moving further down south and to his legs. Once the towel was wrapped tightly around his waist, secure and unmoving he pulled you in again, hands trailing over the silk of your dressing gown, pressing a harder — slightly more rushed — kiss compared to the last one, teasing your mouth with his tongue as you stumbled together, falling into the bathroom door with a giggle.

He pulled his mouth away from yours with a ‘pop!’ resting his forehead against yours. “Love you, missed you so much. Damnit.” He whispered, earning another kiss, deeper than the last, leaving the bathroom with giggles and a whole lot of love.

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Day 7 - Moving In - Reiner Braun

Combined with Whumptober's prompt - "Say that you're okay, and I'm fine." T/W : Mentions of suicide, depression, bad mental health. Flufftober Masterlist

Moving to a new town was scary, new faces, new houses, new streets. Starting over was never fun. But was it really starting over if you had moved for someone else? You drove slowly down the streets of Marley, winding down tight brick roads, lined with tall apartment buildings and houses alike. Reiner’s apartment block was always hard to find, tucked away from the rest of the town, bordering the line to Liberio.

Your GPS beeped, sending you down a tight one-way side road car bumping along as you rounded a corner, pulling up in front of an old apartment building, small balconies coming out the side. It was still good looking — being Marley and all - just a little run down. This end of town was cheaper anyway.

You pulled into the small parking lot, backing into one of the spaces in the corner, ensuring there was enough space to open your trunk and backdoors. You sighed, checking your phone for Reiner’s apartment number again. 24 . You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat, sliding out of the car and locking it

You didn’t even have to knock before the door was opened, met with tired eyes and a man who looked like he’d lost more weight than was good for him. “Jesus Christ, Reiner. Why didn’t you call me sooner?” You mumbled, not even making it into the apartment as his head fell to your shoulder.

Reiner Braun had been your best-friend since you were both little, though, life ended up taking you 15 hours away to Maria, where you lived in Trost for a few years, eventually called back when you’d finished uni. You’d received a call from Bertholdt, who was concerned Reiner might be suicidal again.

However, he was asking you to move back in, knowing you had finished school and he was too bust looking after his sick father full time after his mother’s passing a few months ago, it just wasn’t something he could do — added to the fact his girlfriend had just moved in with him — her being a nurse, helping the tall boy look after his father,

Your hands immediately flew to Reiner’s hair, combing your fingers through the short blond locks as you supported his weight. He was still heavy — granted, not the 100 kilos he used to be — but he was still a decent lump. “Your okay.. I’ve got you.” You whispered into his hair, pressing the side of your nose just above his head. “Do you want some tea or something before I start moving stuff into the apartment?” You asked softly, pulling your head back, brushing his hair away from his face — simultaneously holding his head up.

He shook his head, staring into your eyes before standing up straight. “Lets get the boxes in and then we can make tea and order dinner or something… I already set up the spare room. Well, Pieck and Porco did when they came over earlier.” He sighed, sliding on his shoes and following you down the elevator and out to the car.

“Pieck and Pock came over?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder as you unlocked the trunk.

He nodded, grabbing one of the boxes out, holding his arms out and allowing you to stack a blanket on top of it. “Yeah… they keep coming over, so does Grice. I think Bert probably put them up to something now that he’s not around as much.” He grunted, waiting for you to grab one of the duffel bags before swiping your foot under the car to close the trunk — thank God for modern technology.

“I think that’s a good thing. You know, someone still coming to check up on you. Better than when Bert decided he wanted to watch over you 25/8.” You sighed, pushing the elevator button with your elbow.

“Yeah.. Whatever. Doesn’t change the fact I still have him calling me every two hours.” He grumbled. The two of you unloaded the car slowly, it taking about an hour before he sat down in your room with you, two tea cups in hand, watching you unpack.

He placed a cup down on the bedside table with a ‘Clink!’ sipping slowly from the other one. “So… how was Maria? As pretty as the pictures? You shrugged, shoving clothes into the respective drawers that Pieck had kindly donated you, meaning that you didn’t have to go on a wardrobe hunt so quickly after arriving.

“It was good. I met some nice people. I’ll go back in the summer to meet up with everyone, you can come with if you would like too. We can book the tickets now.” You glanced over, watching him shift on your bed, avoiding the t-shirt you threw at the soft mattress in preparation for bed.

“Maybe. I’d like to give it some time before I start thinking about the future.” He answered truthfully. That was good, meant he was getting somewhere, even if it wasn’t far. Idle chatter flowed between the two of you as you unpacked, until finally, you unpacked the last bad, shoving it under your bed.

Reiner was scrolling, looking for a good food place to order from, eventually passing the phone to you to pick what you wanted from a Chinese restaurant. The food was good, you watched Reiner pick around at his plate for his while before eventually eating slowly.

It was sad seeing him like this, so unwell, so exhausted — mentally and physically. He looked as if he had a lot to say but didn’t quite know how to say it, that dam broke when you asked how things with his mother were. Which was responded too with an immediate break of tears, sudden and ugly.

“Hey- hey what happened?” Food was discarded onto the coffee table, moving to the other end of the sofa as the blonde haired man hid in your arms, trembling like a lost dog. He didn’t say much, just sobbing into your chest, tears soaking the flimsy fabric. He sniffled, choking out a strangled explanation that really didn’t help much. He pulled back, covering his face, opening his mouth to speak before deciding steading out his breathing would be a better first choice.

You took deep breaths with him, guiding him to a more steady breath as he calmed himself down, well, attempted to anyway. “I just.. fuck… I want it to end. She doesn’t listen. I asked her for help… I did. I promise. I asked her and she ignored me and left me to fend for my self and I tried to reach out myself but it turned out she hadn’t even added me onto the family’s doctor list.” He choked out, wiping his nose with the back of his wrist.

Your face shifted, Reiner had never had a good relationship with his mother, but God, you never thought she would go as far as completely ignoring his calls for help. “Reiner you should’ve called my parents or the Galliards.. they would’ve helped you set that up.” You sighed, reaching out to take hold of his hand, rubbing your thumb against his veins.

His bottom jaw shuddered, lip quaking. “I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. I’d just be causing more issues for everyone.” He mumbled and you swore your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Reiner…”

“I’m tired, I’m so tired of feeling this way and I thought that maybe this time she’d change and she’d actually pay attention but she didn’t. I swear to God sometimes it’s like she wishes I was dead. Like she wants someone I’m not.” He hissed out, gesturing to himself. “I know Bert only called you back because he was worried, Okay? You don’t have to pretend like it’s not true. I just- fuck. I can’t.” His head shifted to his hands, gripping his hair tightly,

“Reiner I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, you’ve known me long enough now to know I don’t go to places I don’t want too.” He stared at you, almost dumbfounded for a moment before sighing.

“I’m sorry, this was so stupid. I’ve just — I’ve gone and fucked it over. Of course I know that, it’s just… I feel like I have to prove to you that I’m capable of living on my own. I don’t want to end up plaguing you with more issues than you had in the beginning. you shouldn’t feel like you have to be here.”

“Don’t say that… Please. Please don’t. I want to be around you. Just, as long as you’re okay, I’m fine. Yeah? I want you in one piece, I want the best for you and I want you safe. How about, we continue watching our movie, and tomorrow I can get you in with my family’s doctor and we can get you therapy and whatever else you need. Yeah? We don’t have to face all of this right now, okay?”

He nodded, staring at you, shifting to sit more comfotably against the sofa arm, patting the space right next to him, grabbing his and your food off the table and pressing play on the TV. “Sounds good. Thank you.” He whispered, as if scared to break the moment. You leaned into him continuing to watch the screen. “I love you.” He added in a quiet voice, barely heard over the speakers.

“I love you too, Reiner.” You said in return, meaning it with your whole heart.

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Day 12 - Blizzard - Bertholdt Hoover

Modern!AU Synopsis: Cuddling up by the fire with your beloved husband. A/n: hes so silly i love him Tags: @perfectly-m1saligned @braunrot @ibbybelle @hairiane-nana @solelysera @flufftober (prompt list)

Growing old with someone was a dream many people had from an early age, wishing to spend their life with a loved one, friend or partner, and share moments together the other may have forgotten. So, when you met Bertholdt Hoover you knew from that moment on that you wanted to spend every wakened moment with him. He was quiet at first, shy and awkward, his height making him seem more imposing than he really was.

As the two of you went through high school — and eventually college — together your friendship started to blossom into something that neither of you were quite sure what to make of it. Eventually after a party and a few drunken nights he confessed, and you revealed that you, too, reciprocated his feelings. You moved in after graduation and he went to University, studying engineering and then getting his doctorates. You on the other hand took your own path, with his help and guidance from friends you built up a gorgeous flower shop in Libero’s town, overlooking the sea, attracting locals and tourists from all over the world.

In your early thirties Bert popped the question, down on one knee in the stunning Christmas lights, shining down on glossy eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. You said yes, of course, and everything after that fell naturally. Marriage, a house, a kid.

Laughter filled the house, it’d been snow storming outside for the last couple days, and finally — the snow had settled. Your daughter’s boots hitting the wooden floor, the sound of the backdoor shutting carefully, Bertholdt’s low laughter throughout the house. “Careful not to come off the mat, sweetheart.”

You bent over the kitchen counter, peering around one of the pillars within the cabin you brought together, having moved away after Bert’s dad passed. “I am on the mat.” Your daughter sassed back, lifting one of her feet for her father to help pull off her boots.

“I know, but I was saying be careful not to come off the mat.” He retorted calmly, helping her take off her coat and boots, before pulling off his own, hair slightly ruffled.

“You’re back quickly, I thought you’d want to be out for longer.” You spoke up, watching as Bertholdt nodded at your daughter — Tracy — giving her the go-a-head to go into the house. She bounded in, rounding the counter and into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your legs. For being only six she was surprisingly tall, having taken her father’s height.

Bert nodded, hanging up all the coats and leaving both pairs of boots to melt off the snow in the shoe tray. “It started snowing again, I didn’t want her getting sick, or us to get stuck in blizzard or something.” His voice was smooth as he spoke, leaning on the pillar you were peering around, folding his arms over his chest as you greeted Tracy. Once she recieved her hug she headed off again, running into her bedroom to go and play with her toys.

Your husband moved again as you turned back to the cooking pot filled with warm soup. He came up behind you, hand splaying over your ass briefly before moving around your hips and up to your waist. His chin rest on your shoulder, pressing light kisses to your neck. “Smells good.” He mumbled into the shell of your ear.

“I hope it tastes good, I’ve never made this before.” You mumbled back, turning the stove down so that it was on a simmering heat.

“I’m sure it’ll taste wonderful.” His breath ghosted your shoulder, causing you to move your head away, just enough to turn to him once he lifted his head, giving you that cheeky What? look.

“Stop doing that, ‘s making my neck tickle.” You berated, grabbing his face with your hand, squeezing in thin cheeks with your thumb and fingers. He pouted, bottom lip sticking out, hands never leaving your waist, one splayed out across your lower abdomen, thumb trailing over soft skin.

You rolled your eyes, allowing him to return his chin back to your shoulder as you removed the bay leaves from the soup, setting them into a small bowl at the side. “D’ya need bowls?” He slurred quietly, lifting his head in preparation to move, you nodded, prompting him to straighten out, shuffling to the other end of the kitchen, grabbing some bowls out of the top cupboard, two large ones and one slightly smaller one.

You called for your daughter as Bertholdt set the table, lighting a candle and laying out napkins, his jumper rising with the movement, occasionally revealing slivers of his stomach and lower back. Once everyone was served and sat down the three of you began to eat. Tracy animatedly telling you all about her time in the snow with her father, Uncle Reiner and her cousins.

Once dinner was over you washed up while Bertholdt but her to bed, you lit the fire and settled down on the floor in front of the sofa, stretching out your back and pulling a blanket over yourself, watching the flames flicker softly.

“She’s asleep.” A quiet voice came from behind you, footsteps tapping against wooden floor before falling silent on the carpet in front of you. Bertholdt settled down on the floor beside you, stretching out his legs and resting his head on your shoulder. You lifted the blanket, throwing the edge of it over his legs and wrapping your arm around his shoulders.

“I know she had a good day, but did you?” You ask softly.

“It was good to see Reiner again, the twins are getting so big, I can’t believe they’re going to be four next month…” He mumbled, arm snaking around your waist. You shifted, allowing him to pull you into a more comfortable position. The two of you situated so you were between his legs, his chest pressed against your back, his hand wide across your stomach, holding you comfortably.

He was always a cuddly man, never one for public physical affection, but at home? It was a whole different story, he was always touching you, hand on your thigh, foot against your shin, cuddles from behind, hand holding. Yeah, that was his jam.

The fire crackled softly, snow still falling outside as you both fell in to quiet conversation. “Yeah? How’s his wife?”

“She’s good, taking some time off from work at the moment apparently, I didn’t ask why. Maybe you should text her.” He mumbled back, pressing kisses against the back of your head, trailing down your neck and onto your shoulder before heading back up again. His words were quiet against your skin.

You yawned, nodding, head lolling to the side, exposing more skin to him. “I will tomorrow, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed, you reached your hand to his knee, squeezing it, he replied with another kiss to your neck, watching you start to drift to sleep.

His kisses started to slow, nose buried deep into the crook of your shoulder, his own eyes fluttering shut as the two of you drifted off. Married life really was, for Bertholdt Hoover.

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Day 18 - Fake dating - Suguru Geto + Alt 5 - Only one bed. Modern!AU

The car felt like it might just rip apart at the tension between you and Suguru. His hands were clenched right on the wheel, shoulders broad and sturdy against the back of the seat, unmoving just like the rest of his body.

“Look-” You started to explain, angling your body to look at him, adjusting the fabric of your dress, covering your legs just an inch more. Suguru shook his head, signalling that he didn’t want to talk. “Suguru you don’t have to talk, just listen. It’s one weekend. It’s not going to kill you. Please. Just act.. decent. My parents are nice, and so is my sister. I know it’s not convenient but I’m so grateful you’re doing this.”

He didn’t say anything at first, but you could see his knuckles whiten has he gripped the wheel tighter, taking a deep breath to compose himself so he didn’t say the wrong thing. “I don’t care about your family being nice. Frankly, I don’t care if they like me at all. I’m just irritated that you chose me of all people to introduce to your parents as a fake boyfriend?”

He sighed, lifting a hand off the wheel and pushing his stray hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. Most of his hair was slicked back into its usual half-pony, dark colour matching the plainness of his suit — a navy blue — contrasting against a white ironed shirt. Pristine and proper much like him. “Suguru… please.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Which house?” He grumbled, a tone unlike anything you had heard before. It was so uncharacteristic for him, you pointed down to the end of the road, gesturing to a house that was tucked away in the corner. He nodded, pulling up in front of the driveway and turning the engine off. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to get out the car.

You did, waiting by the hood for him to lock up, grabbing your purse from the trunk, handing it to you with a soft sigh and a glance over. He offered you a hand, but when you reached for it he dodged, instead reaching to adjust the neckline of your dress. You shoved his hand away, feeling a heat rise at your cheeks.

“Ready?” He asked, voice softening down a touch as he laced his fingers with your own, squeezing them a couple times. You nodded, stepping forward and walking down the driveway, he followed just behind you, knocking on the door before you got a chance to even lift your arm.

The door swung open almost immediately, your mother appearing in the doorway with the biggest grin on her face, smiling brightly at you and then at Suguru. “Oh you’re here! Raymond they’re here!” she yelled out to your father, who shouted something back that you couldn’t quite hear, she stepped back from the doorway, letting the two of you into the house.

Your mother’s arms wrapped around you straight away, you did the same, hugging her back as she squeezed, greying hair somehow still flowing down her shoulders. She pulled away, patting your cheeks, glancing to the man at your side, who had already shed his blazer, tucking it neatly over his arm. God, he really was a suck up.

Your mother looked at him, “It’s lovely to finally meet you!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug as well, taking his jacket off him and hanging it up as he grabbed your purse. Hanging it up on one of the pegs. Your mother dragged the two of you through to the kitchen, Suguru shook your father’s hand and offered to help with anything before your sister came. The night went smoothly, dinner was nice, your sister brought her husband, so most attention was moved to them and their new house.

That was until dessert. When all of a sudden conversation wasn’t on your sister, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. You took a long gulp of your wine, thanking the heavens above that Suguru kept it topped up throughout the night. “So you two have been dating for around a year, correct?” Your Mother spoke up, looking between you as Suguru brushed his hair off his shoulder, taking a long sip from the champagne flute at his left.

Luckily the two of you were staying the night, and so neither of you had to stay explicitly sober. Suguru nodded, a small smirk forming on his lips as he spoke, voice so smooth and relaxed, like he’d rehearsed the answers to this question. “We have, we’re currently looking to move in together. I’m just waiting for work to die down at the minute. Right, Darling?” You looked up at him, covering your slightly pink cheek with your hand.

You nodded, smiling at him. Were you really drunk or was he just really good looking? Pulling yourself away from your thoughts you looked over the table. “Yeah, uhm. When did we say? Maybe around the new year.” Suguru nodded, hand moving to lace his fingers with your own, palm warm and slightly tacky but not uncomfortable.

Your father nodded, leaning forward in his seat, eyebrows furrowing as your sister cleared the table with her husband. Always wanting to seem better. Something about her was so off. Sickly feeling that never quite sat right with you, even throughout childhood she fought for attention. Nothing massive, just small things here and there, snarky remarks that she wouldn’t take back, visiting more, bringing soup when someone was sick. Things she knew you lived to far away to do.

You ignored it, not wanting to make a scene, or potentially break the deep conversation Suguru and you dad were having. Luckily for the two of you there weren’t many more questions on your relationship, both of you subsiding to the guest bedroom around 11pm. For some reason, when you agreed to stay the night and bring Suguru it never quite settled with you that there would only be one bed.

You walked into the room, turning on the lamp and heading into the small en suite bathroom, Suguru having gone to get your overnight bag. You wondered if he had realized that there would only be one bed, and had assumed that you had known. You stood in front of the sink, brushing your hair out and pulling it into a bun when you noticed him behind you.

Broad shoulders leaning against the doorway, pulling his tie loose as he watched you. It sometimes shocked you how silently he moved for a man of his size, but over the years of being his best friend you’d gotten used to it. Mind hazy with alcohol and false confidence you met his eyes as he folded his tie, pushing it into his trouser pocket.

“I meant to tell you earlier that your dress looked good…” He whispered, tone border lining cocky and shy. As if he was afraid to be too confident in fear of being shut down.

“You think?” You asked, looking back at yourself in the mirror. He came up behind you, breath ghosting your neck.

“I can take the armchair if you would like, you can have the bed to yourself.” He whispered, brushing some hair off your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat, staring into the mirror as he dipped his head toward your neck, sad, pathetic looking eyes yearning for permission. You nodded, not entirely sure what he was going to do.

His lips landed on your shoulder, peppering light kisses down your arm, mumbling out loud. “God, you’re stunning. I swear if I had a woman like you I’d never let you go baby.” He trailed back up your arm, teeth grazing your neck softly before rasping out a “Turn around.”

His hands covered your hips, spinning you around so your back was pressed up against the sink. Your hand reached back to link into his hair, pulling the bobble out and massaging his scalp to loosen it, allowing you to tangle your fingers into the dark locks, pulling him closer.

He dipped his head again, pressing a testing kiss against your lips, when you retaliated with a tug in his hair he returned. Tentative, tender and hesitant at first, but it quickly turned into something more passionate. Like you both had realized that maybe this wasn’t always just a friendship and that it was something more, a lead up to a greater event that had yet to come.

His tongue swiped at your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You parted your lips, his tongue pushing its way in as he lifted you onto the counter by your thighs, careful not to hit you against the tap behind you. He mumbled something incoherent, hand trailing up to your waist.

Your hands slid away from his hair, falling into his chest, undoing the top three buttons. You pushed your hands under the fabric, falling over his pecs. The kiss deepened again, his tongue trailing behind your teeth before he pulled away, face flushed and lips slick with saliva.

He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, his forehead against your own as he spoke. “If we don’t stop we’ll do something we both regret and I don’t want that right now.” He mumbled, thumb tracing stars into your waist as your fingers unlaced themselves from his hair. “Do you want me to sleep in the armchair?” He asked again.

You nodded in reply, seemingly coming back to your senses. “No… no you can sleep in the bed…” You murmured, not wanting to break the tension.

He nodded, thumb swiping at your lip quickly before stealing another kiss. “How about we go on a proper date and make it official? None of this fake dating crap…” He whispered, pulling you off the counter and carrying you into the bedroom.

“Mhm…” You hummed, leaning in again, he dodged your head, brushing your hair out of your face as he set you down on the bed.

“I said, wait. Don’t want to rush into anything.” You giggled, stealing one last kiss, watching him fake annoyance as you giggled to yourself. He chucked a t-shirt and some shorts your way, stripping down with his back turned, waiting for you to change into pyjamas before climbing into bed with you.

His arm draped across your body, heavy and warm, a weight you never wanted to move. The two of you fell into comfortable silence, eventually falling asleep. Not as lovers, but definitely not as friends. A journey the two of you were ready to explore,

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Day 4 - Set in another time - Vampire!Reiner Braun

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Tile clicked under your heels, the long trail of your cream dress swishing behind you at your every step. Your father hosted this masquerade yearly, despite its large attendance list, it was always kept secluded and hidden away.

But that's the way it was. The world of crime wasn't easy, being the daughter of a world renowned hitman meant you'd spent most of your life in seclusion, hidden from the world under your father's paranoid eyes.

This year was important, both parents insistant on finding you a husband — or wife — they weren't bothered. They weren't trying to marry you off or anything, just trying to help. Thats what they called it anyway.

Your mother clinked her glass, stood up on the large stage of the ballroom, catching the attention of many eyes. Her silver hair was up in pin-curls, decorated with pearls from around the world.

She cleared her throat, waiting for complete silence. “Thank you… for gathering here today. My husband and I appreciate every single one of you for attending. Of course this isn't just about us, this is about our beautiful daughter…” Her voice faded into background noise, the ghost of a breath coming over your shoulder.

“Daughter of the king of crime… huh..?” A voice rumbled behind you, his chest pressing against your back, fingers ghosting down your arm tenderly. You reached up, pushing the cream feather and lace mask up your nose.

Goosebumps erupted in place of his hand, feeling the lingering presence behind you disappear. You looked back, seeing nothing but a whisp of a wine red tailcoat move behind crowds of people.

Who the hell was that?

While the speech dragged on, your father eventually taking over, you began to grow impatient. Looking around to see if anyone was paying attention you scurried out onto the balcony, heading through the tall stained-glass double doors out into the bitter, dark night.

You leaned against the railing, adjusting the neckline of your dress and pressing your fist under your chin in order to hold your head up as you looked upon the vast expanse of land.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here alone, Maddame.” You swallowed down thickly, looking to your left to see a tall, rather imposing, man lean into the railing.

He was wearing a white shirt, the sleeves long and puffed out, tightening mid forearm and held together with gold cufflinks, tucked into said shirt was a large cravat, flowing comfortably down his wide chest, adding a voluptuous effect.

On top of this was a wine red, embroidered and detailed vest, pulled tight around his waist, clearly tailored to fit his large stature. Coming off of this was two long coattails, each with the saints refined detail as the vest, blending in seamlessly. All of this was paired with a simple black suit trouser and dark red dress shoes, accented with gold.

He glanced to his side, thin eyebrows raising as he took you in, eyes gliding down the wedding-like gown. Lace, embroidery, feather and beads covering the flowing train, pairing perfectly with your mask. While looking upon the pale blonde you spotted his mask in his hand, black and red lace complimenting eachother and pairing with his vest like fine wine with a steak.

“I think I'm rather safe out here… if I do say so myself.” You replied, looking lazily out over the fields again before casting one last glance at him.

The man next to you chuckled, a sharp white canine glinting in the light from the ballroom. God, he had sharp teeth. You briefly wondered if they were natural, but judging by their almost uncanny whiteness, they were most likely fake.

“Reiner Braun.” He spoke, gruffly whispering his name as he stuck out a hand, thick and well looked after.

You straightened up your back, pushing your chest forward and shaking his hand, introducing yourself. He smiled, sharp teeth coming into show once again.

“You’re gorgeous.” He spoke, bringing your knuckles to his lips, kissing each one individually. “How old are you, may I ask?”

You smiled, pulling your hand away careful when he let go. “Twenty-three.” You lifted the mask away from your face. “Yourself?”

“Somewhere around three hundred, I lost count a few years ago.” His smile turned into a grin, watching your face shift into confusion.

“Funny… how old are you really?”

“Three hundred and fourty six.” He replied, slow and deliberate. “My life span is longer than you humans…” he mumbled, reaching out his hand as the music continued within the ballroom, playing softly into the balcony.

Reiner offered out his hand, bowing slightly. “Please, allow me to dance with you.”

You stared at him for a moment, utterly dumbfounded by the new information. 'Mortals?’ What was he? A fucking vampire?

Yet, despite this you reached for his hand. He pulled you close, leg threading between your feet, swaying you around softly to the music. He licked his lips, looking down at you as you danced together.

He spun your around the balcony, body heat merging into your own, chest pressed up against his, mainly — thankfully — covered by his large cravat if he happened to look down.

“What are you?” You whispered, unable to hold the question in anymore. It sounded horrendous, really, as if dehumanizing him.

“A vampire… darling.” He whispered back, low and rumbly through your chest, feeling as though your ribs were pattering against the rest of your body like rain.

You let out a soft chuckle, not believing him at first until you saw his entirety flat face. “You're not joking?” You asked.

“No. Why would I lie? I have no reason to, do I?” He smirked, leaning his head down.

“You're a bit… fair for a vampire, are you not?” You asked, lifting a hand to take it through his short blonde locks of hair.

He raised an eyebrow, sharp and precise. “We come from all over the world, darling. Not all of us have dark hair.” You kept your hand on the back of his head, tilting your own head back to look up at him, ensuring you met his eyes.

He flicked his gaze to your lips before quickly meeting your irises once again. “I really am swept away by your beauty.” His movements were slowing now, the two of you swaying in one spot. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded and he ducked his head, capturing your parted lips in a kiss. It was small, chaste at first, you could hardly feel his lips. He pulled away, kissing down the side of your face and heading toward your neck, stopping above your jaw and waiting for a go ahead.

“It's fine…” you nodded and he moved his head down to your neck, he kissed your collarbone before going slightly above, nipping at the skin before sinking his teeth in. Not giving you a chance to say anything before he went straight in.

A gasp fell from your lips, swallowing thickly as you felt him hold your body up, taking slow pulls of the blood from your neck.

It wasn't long before he pulled back, wiping his lips and cleaning off your shoulder with his thumb, the wound healing already. He licked his thumb, pressing his lips to yours again, mumbling explicits into your mouth as he kissed you slowly, occasionally pulling back for breath.

Fuck - Reiner.”

He pulled away, looking down at you. “Did I hurt you?”

“Uh — no… — no, it surprisingly didn't hurt. It just… felt weird.” you murmured. “A warning would've been nice.”

He pressed a kiss to your jaw once again, this time whispering by the shell of your ear. “The surprise is what makes it fun.”

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Day 5 - Early morning walks - Erwin Smith

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Erwin Smith, your loving husband of many years. The man you swore to grow old with, the man who had stuck to your side though anything. The man who would go to the ends of the earth if you asked him to, stopping by every country he passed just to bring you back home a gift. The man who would agree to go on a walk with you at five in the morning. Just because you asked.

And so, you’re stood outside your favourite coffee shop, tightening your long, warm trench-coat around yourself as the blonde walked out with two take-away coffee cups in his gloved hands, grinning at you with his teeth.

The morning air of winter was bitter, nipping against your skin as if it was pricking you with needles. “Here, darling.” He spoke slowly, softly as to not startle you — yet there was an underlying tone of sternness — one that lingered.

Erwin was a football coach you see, leading Shiganshina’s football team to victory almost every game. He worked hard, leading a team of collage kids was not easy, but he made it look like light work. He pushed his team to the max, sometimes meaning that he himself was run to the ground by the end of the week.

“Thank you.” you whispered as he moved his hand to your neck, pulling the scarf wrapped around it slightly below your mouth so you could take a sip of the steaming drink in your hand. You lifted the cup to your lips, gulping down some of the smooth, warm liquid. Once the cup was away he moved the scarf to cover the lower half of your face again before pulling his hand away, drinking some of his own drink.

The birds were still tweeting, the morning sun highlighting the thin layer of frost that had settled on benches and seats alike. Erwin nodded his head to the side, gesturing the two of you start walking, he walked beside you. Always at your left, like he had done at your wedding, also “protecting” you from the street.

His hand brushed against your own before you grabbed it, lacing your fingers with his fabric covered hands. There was no need for constant conversation between the two of you, simply being comfortable in each others presence. “Any particular reason you want me out at five in the morning?” He asked, voice rumbling like a low, relaxing frequency through the streets.

You shook your head no, squeezing his hand a little tighter as you sipped your drink. “Just wanted out the house, couldn’t sleep. I wanted to be moving.” You mumbled, Erwin glanced at you, squeezing your hand thrice as he spoke, a small gesture between you as a silent “I love you.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m more than happy to be at the crack of dawn, as long as I’m by your side.” He mused, walking slowly as people passed by, some getting in an early morning run before they headed for work, some walking their dogs. “The man under the tree, what do you think is happening in his life right now?” Your husband asked.

This had been a game between you for a few years, one he used to play with his childhood friend Levi, you’d choose a person and then make a life for them, predict what’s happening, narrate what you assumed was going through their heads. It was a good way to pass time, the two of you settling on the most obscure stories you could possibly get away with.

As the two of you continued walking and eventually finished your coffees, Erwin’s arm moved to snake around your shoulders, sitting comfortably there — like he was moulded to you — instead of talking at his usual volume his voice had quieted down with proximity, relaxed and calm within your presence.

Streets started to fill with more people, parents taking their kids out, regular people running errands. You both slipped into a small diner near the park, settling opposite each other in a booth, your foot resting against his shin as if it belonged there. A small act of intimacy.

Moments like this were cherished, morning walks in the sunlight, mundane and calm, the morning coming to a close with a warm meal and an even warmer smile, all from your beloved Husband.

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Day 6 - Late Night Talks - Levi Ackerman College!AU

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The house was quiet, only noise being the hum of the fridge’s coolant system and the occasional loud snore from your brother and his friend, Levi Ackerman, down the hall. You’d been up in your head all day, having recently broken up with your boyfriend, school stressing you out as well. Things didn’t seem to be going your way, you felt as if your life was falling apart.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you sank down against the kitchen counter, hitting the floor with a light ‘thump.’ You pushed your palms into your eyes, falling silent, stifling any outward sign of emotion. There was a sudden break in the silence, light, padded footsteps against tile, pattering throughput the house, blending with the faint sound of rainfall.

The steps came closer, you peered around the kitchen island, looking for the source of noise. The one and only Levi Ackerman walking like a ghost, his phone illuminating his face as he walked. White lighting up dark hair and grey eyes, giving them the illusion of being green.

He moved into the kitchen, passing you without so much as a glance until his foot hit yours, sending him stumbling a few steps. “What the fuck-?” He hissed quietly, gritting his teeth. He looked around, turning his phone screen, shining the pale light onto your hunched form, chin resting on your knees.

You looked up at him, squinting as the light harshly shone against the darkness of the house. He turned the phone back to him. Turning it off and shoving it into his pocket, turning on the light of the hooded stove as he did so, casting a dim orange hue within the apartment. “Why are you sat down there?” He huffed almost breathlessly, his voice just below a whisper as he adjusted the collar of his baggy white t-shirt, hiding any sense of form underneath.

“Couldn’t sleep…” You mumbled in reply, watching him stare down at you as you wiped your eyes, brushing away any potential tears in fear of exposing yourself in an emotional state.

“Okay…” He grumbled, raising a questioning eyebrow, moving to the fridge to grab a drink.

“I thought you were asleep.” You spoke, watching as he pulled out two bottles of water, chucking one to you seamlessly.

He sighed in return, sinking down opposite you, sitting down against the kitchen island. “Could say the same about you.” He deadpanned, cracking his bottle open, taking a long sip, Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. “Why are you really up? Gotta be something more than just ‘can’t sleep.’”

You looked away, shifting so you were cross-legged. “Just thinking. You know, about stuff… lately.”

“Like your asshole boyfriend cheating on you?” He spoke a little too quickly, voice taking a sharper tone. You nodded in reply, raising an eyebrow at him. “Erwin told me before I came. Told me not to bring it up or anything.” His voice was soft, speaking about your brother calmly, explaining how and why he knew.

“It’s fine. I’d be shocked if he didn’t tell you.” You shrugged, sighing softly. “I just… feel stupid. For not knowing, I guess. Like I always thought I’d be able to tell if something like that was happening to me and I was just blind to it. For a while five months.”

“You shouldn’t feel stupid. There’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it. What’s done is done. You can’t change back time.” The worlds felt wise, you stared at him, locking eyes. “You need a better man you know, someone who would actually treat you right.”

A heat rose in you cheeks, and for once in your life you were grateful for the dim lighting of the room. “Yeah whatever, I think I’m done with men for a while. Jackson is just an asshole.”

Levi sighed, running a hand through his neat curtains, brushing them briefly out of his face. “Don’t be like that — God you’re so stubborn. Don’t let one irrelevant man ruin your whole dating experience.”

You shook your head. “Yeah well, I don’t know— its just a lot at the moment… you know?”

“I could help you take your mind off things.”

You damn near chocked on your drink, eyes widening. Watching panic flick across his face at the sudden realization of a sudden meaning. “No — no not like that — like… I could take you on a date or something… you know. Just us.” He mumbled the last part, his usual boring, harsh demeanour slipping into something shy and reserved.

You smiled the biggest shit-eating grin, nodding. A silent agreement.

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