♡ "home is where you are, whether it is here, in the deepest ocean or hottest desert, you are my home."
♡ slow and curious first kiss, both characters seemingly nervous, blush painting their faces.
♡ stolen glances across the room.
♡ "the gods took their time with you."
♡ wearing their heart on their sleeves around each other.
♡ character A's face blushing as B smootheres them in compliments even years into their relationship with character B.
♡ quiet murmurs of affection.
♡ “i missed you.” “i was gone for two hours.”
♡ coffee shop and bookstore dates.
➣ HARD LOVE
♡ guttural rain confessions.*
♡ "do you not get it? every second i spend in the absence of your presence pains me."
♡ harsh and passionate first kisses.
♡ "i fucking yearn for you and you haven't so much as spared me a glance in years!"
♡ walls that they have each spent years building crumbling in the presence of one another.
♡ heated arguments turned into heated confessions.
♡ "i hate you! i hate you so much i can't bear to be near you." "you are walking a fine line between hate and desire, love."
♡ both being far too stubborn to admit their feelings, their hearts both caged deep within them.
♡ (years/months) of pent up emotions being aired in an argument and when the dust settles the only emotion left is their desire for each other.
♡ “do you think i want this? do you think i want to be stuck in this endless cycle of wanting you? do you truly think i enjoy waking up every morning realizing you’re not there?”
♡ tears spilling as they finally give in and proclaim their feelings.
♡ “i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.”
"Pierrot, I'm saddd and it's making me feel depress." I whined as I wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him puppy eyes and a pouty lip. I felt his clawed hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him, his free hand cupped my cheek, light and gentle almost like he was afraid to hurt me, I nuzzled into his hand, his warmth felt comforting to my emotions right now.
"It's ok, my lady, I'm here." His voice small as he held me for a second before resting his forehead against mine, golden shaped hearts kept my gaze, his smile felt warmer, his face flushed a pretty shade of pink against his white face as his hand ran along my back in a soothing manner.
I needed someone.
And now he's here when I need someone.
MC, MC, MC, my love, my sweet beautiful love, you're teasing me like this, you know that?? Coming to me when you're sad, letting me hold your precious soft tiny body, I might just lose myself in your warmth. Gosh, your so cute like this, I could just eat you up, I could just hold you forever and never ever let go, my love.
His claws started digging into my back a little too hard. I winced a bit and that snapped him out of his daze, his hand gently ran along my back trying to soothe the sting, his golden eyes held guilt as he nuzzled against my forehead, "I'm so sorry, my lady... I didn't mean to hurt you, I just got lost in my thoughts for you." He whispers softly, his warm breath caressing my face. "You're forgiven, I know it was an accident." I answered back quietly, my arms around his waist gave him a small squeeze.
"Oh wow, I just noticed your bending your back a lot. That's gonna hurt." I stated as I started pulling away from him, his hands gripped me, keeping me from pulling away, instead I was flesh against him roughly, his claws dug into my skin slightly, holding me desperately like he was afraid I might disappear.
"It's not a issue, whatever keeps me next to you. I'll gladly bend my back to however you need me, my lady. Just never pull away, my heart can't handle that sort of rejection from you." His voice came out as a desperate plea and somehow it made me feel guilty when it shouldn't, I was just thinking about his well being.
I suddenly realized I wasn't sad anymore, pierrot definitely makes a good distraction, I stared at him for a second longer, "Hey Pierrot, I don't feel sad anymore..." I mumbled as my hand reached to cup his cheek, "You make one hell of a distraction." I smiled big at him and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine, in a soft tender kiss.
Everything faded into a warm haze for the rest of the night.... the end.
Wrote a cute, fluffy little fic based on a comic by @myvermilioneyes because it's so damn adorable that it makes me feral. Go check them out!
...god damn it. He was being overly humble again. Even in one of their few moments of relaxation and downtime, Ralsei was still putting himself down.
It was subtle this time around. He wasn't so naive that he would keep acting like an overly innocent idiot baby around everyone else. It was obvious that the Prince was more than capable of intense magic, building, leadership (when necessary), and learning from his mistakes, whenever possible. Ralsei could look out for himself.
...but he didn't; that is what pissed Susie off the most.
Ralsei invited Kris and her – as well as Lancer and a few other Darkner pals – to a lighthearted get-together the next time the two Lightners paid Castle Town a visit. At first, the party was fun! The energy was high as many of her pals shared tea, finger sandwiches, and an enormous vanilla-frosted strawberry cake between each other. Of course, Elnina and Lanino spent most of their time making disgustingly sweet kissy-faces and murmuring sweet nothings to each other to really pay attention to everyone else. Susie chose to ignore them, for the most part, for no other reason than it made her want to puke up her tea and food. Envy? What the fuck was that?
At least Lancer was a good enough distraction, as he provided multiple laughs. Not just to Susie, but to the entire table. He bounced around from spot to spot, barely able to keep his butt in his 'designated chair'. This wasn't unexpected of the young Darkner, and Rouxl's attempts at keeping him calm only made matters more chaotic. It didn't help that he never sat in a seat, either.
'Can this guy even use his ass for anything other than standing?' Susie pondered, already polishing off her slice of cake before Ralsei even finished serving everyone their portions. If it were just her, Kris, and Ralsei, she'd already be reaching for seconds. Since this obviously wasn't the case – and because she didn't want to make a scene in front of Nubert – she quickly decided against it, opting to join in on conversation while sipping – okay, slurping – her tea. She was surprised at how sweet it happened to taste, even without her adding anything to her cup. 'Okay... does Ralsei only know how to make sweet stuff?!' She thought, absentmindedly listening in on the current topic. She wasn't complaining, of course.
She shouldn't have been too surprised with Ralsei proving, yet again, that he was a very excellent host, yet the fact that she only saw him take one singular bite of cake in between small, polite sips of tea caused her to forget about literally everything else. After all, the Prince elicited an extremely cute expression of enjoyment as he ate his own culinary creation. Why didn't he eat more of it?!
...what? So she kept track of how much Ralsei ate. So what?
Susie attempted to keep thoughts of the infuriatingly cute Prince out of her mind as she interacted with everyone. Kris was always dozens – if not hundreds – of laughs. They even taught Ralsei a few rude jokes to repeat sometime! Most of which involved the infamous “man from Nantucket”.
“K-kris!” Ralsei gasped at one point, hiding his muzzle with his scarf as everyone else howled with laughter. “H-how crude! I can't say that word!”
“Ho ho ho!” Lancer laughed uproariously, reaching an arm around the flustered goat boy. “Let Daddy Lancer help you, Toothpaste Boy!”
“...Daddy WHO?” Kris repeated suddenly, obviously shocked with the sentence. They began to double over in their chair, barely able to hide back their snickers as they held their stomach. Susie was... less subtle, pounding the table as she let loose immense bursts of laughter. Porcelain clattered and clanked as she did so, though thankfully didn't cause more damage. Aside from spilling her own teacup off the side. Clearly, she was far too amused to even worry about the hot liquid falling near her lap.
“BWAHAHA! YUH-YEAH- AHAHA! C-c'mon, 'Daddy' Lancer, tell us the word we shouldn't say!”
Throughout all of this, Rouxls merely watched with a semi-concerned expression, peering over at Ralsei as they stammered in confusion. “...huh? Uh... I don't think 'Daddy Lancer' should be saying that word, either!”
'Oh god, he doesn't know!' Susie thought, wheezing at this point as she gripped the tablecloth tightly with her left hand. 'FUCK me, Ralsei, you gotta talk to Queen more often!' It was weird to think that Ralsei knew what 'that word' meant, but didn't know the connotation behind 'Daddy'. Selective knowledge, she figured.
“Hey, don't worry!” Lancer continued, clearly enjoying the raucous laughter and attention he was receiving from his friends. “Lesser Dad has given me a whole list of tier four swears I shouldn't repeat! And this one seems like the most fun! Listen!” The young boy stated, clearing his throat before taking an incredibly deep inhale, puffing out his cheeks as he readied himself to scream the word in question.
“...CUN-”
“LANCER!” Rouxls Kaard interjected, suddenly slapping a hand over his mouth. A familiar 'SPLAT!' noise was elicited as he did so, though the tall, blue weirdo merely laughed with an uncomfortable tone. “Erm.... ahahah! Forgeteth everythinge he doth said! He knoweth not what he speaketh of!”
Within a second, however, Lancer retaliated against the lanky 'puzzle master' by chomping his thick, rounded teeth onto Rouxls' finger.
“...CHOMP!”
Rouxls let out a high pitched squeal, immediately letting go of the young boy's face as he ran away in a hyperactive, playful manner.
Naturally, the sight was more than enough to cause the three 'heroes of prophecy' loads of laughter. It was especially hilarious when the 'Duke Of Puzzles' began to chase after him, with an infuriated expression. “AAAAUUUGHH THOU... THOU WRETCHED CHILD!”
Within seconds, the 'Lesser Dad' started to play a one-sided version of 'Ring Around the Rosie' by chasing Lancer around the table. The two Lightners began to laugh at the sight, as did the 'Dark Prince', who was gripping his own teacup while pretending to not be.
“Hehehe! R-rouxls, stop! Y-you're ruining the t-tea party..!” Ralsei giggled heartily. Susie was quick to notice his feet kicking gleefully. Her cheeky smile became more subdued, pretending as if she hadn't noticed.
“I... am ruininge NOTHING!” He insisted, diving for the bouncy, bubbly boy. Obviously, he missed, causing Lancer to run straight out of the room, heading... elsewhere. “Tis be-eth this boye who squandereth our fun times!”
“Guess you'll hafta catch me to prove it, Lesser Dad!” Lancer called out, laughing louder as Rouxls grumbled even louder, chasing the smaller Darkner out of the room.
“AUGH! K-Kris! Dear friende! Mine fellow 'Puzzle Enjoyere!' S-surely thou will h-helpeth me on mine quest to capture thine bouncing baby boye... right?” Rouxls pleaded, already kneeling down and bowing his head as she begged to the human Lightner.
Susie watched as Kris let out a small laugh, wasting no time in standing on their feet, nodding eagerly. Not before grabbing their slice of Ralsei's cake and taking a large, eager bite of it. So large, in fact, that they might as well have finished it in one go. Susie was shocked... yet impressed. She felt as if Ralsei felt the same way, even as they started to follow the goofy, blue Darkner out of the room.
“S-splendid! Followe me, Sir Kris!”
“Ho ho ho!” Lancer's laugh echoed. “Two blues don't make a right, y'know!”
“LANCER! Stop teasingth me!” The so-called 'Duke of Puzzles' whined, being tailed by the human. By this point, many of the others had already left the room, either in playful pursuit of the young Darkner, or – in the case of Elnina and Lanino – 'other reasons'. Seeing the display, however, Susie couldn't help but immediately stand up from her seat, screeching the chair loudly.
“Yo, are we playing games now?!” She asked excitedly, her adrenaline rushing, ready to follow pursuit of the gangly, high-pitched Darkner.
“Oh, games? Please let me join!” Ralsei added in, standing up from his chair. Hearing this, Susie couldn't help but freeze up, watching as the goat stood up, ready to follow Kris. Leaving behind his portion of cake. His uneaten portion.
This is where Susie felt her earlier worries. Her frustrations. Games were fun, and everyone's enjoyment was palatable, but something stopped her. Was it her nerves? Her thoughts? Possibly. Before Ralsei could exit the combined bedroom that happened to belong to her and Kris, she spoke up.
“...Hey,” She started up, her voice a bit too loud for comfort. It was enough to stop Ralsei in his tracks, immediately facing the purple girl with both hands folded politely behind his back.
“...o-oh, sorry, Susie! Did you need something?” He asked happily, bearing a smile that she knew was less than genuine. Not that she'd tell him. She had her own agenda on her mind.
“Ralsei,” She started, her hair barely shadowing her eyes as she reached for his plate. Even up close, she could tell that his one, singular bite was less than satisfying for her wants. “You still didn't finish your cake.”
Without missing a beat, Ralsei closed his eyes, bouncing on his toes as he beamed eagerly – perhaps overly eagerly – to Susie. “It's okay! You can finish it!”
...fuck. FUCK. There he went again. Too humble to accept something. A gift. As usual. Even his own cooking wasn't safe from his selfish selflessness! Her seemingly neutral expression became more serious, boring into the Prince's pink eyes. Her gaze was... overly serious. Enough to throw him off guard. 'Wrong answer, bucko.'
“I ate mine, dumbass,” Susie replied with a steady, monotone voice. She didn't want to scare Ralsei away, after all. Her nerves wouldn't allow her to do so if she wanted to! Swearing came naturally to her, however, and the short, adorable prince didn't seem to react one way or the other.
'Just eat your damn cake already!' She yelled within the confines of her mind, growing more frustrated as Ralsei momentarily covered his muzzle with a sleeved hand. For a moment, Susie felt as if she was about to go feral. She knew this overly accommodating cutie-pie (where did that come from?!) would refuse her advances. Before he even had the chance, her smile became a bit wider. More... unhinged.
“...do you want me to goddamn spoon-feed you or somethin'?” Susie offered, half-joking as she began to sweat and blush. She'd sooner throw herself into a meat grinder than-
“Susie, I-” Ralsei stammered, alerting her attention. For a brief moment, she expected the usual Ralsei excuses.
'Nooo, it's too sweet, you eat it! Noooo, I made that for you and Kris! NOOOOOO, Kris would love eating that slice! Kris this, Kris that, Kris, Kris KRIS!' Susie thought, already starting to bite her lip. She nearly expected to start bleeding. Her hands trembled, ready to stand up and fetch the non-committal human.
That was until the supposed Prince froze up. His ears and cheeks began to flush darkly and deeply, rapidly at that. At first, Susie imagined she did something wrong, seeing Ralsei turn his body away from her tall, muscular frame.
“...Ralsei?” She asked, beginning to grow paranoid. The goat boy only shivered in place, his fingers attempting to grip his own hands tighter.
'...what the hell is he even thinking of right now?' Susie thought, starting to grow worried.
'YES? NO? YES, NO? NO, YES?!?' Ralsei thought to himself, attempting to hide his blushing face from Susie. God, this was such an embarrassing question! Did he need to be spoon-fed? No! Obviously not! He wasn't a moron! He knew how silverware worked!
...yet here was Susie. Tall, strong, intimidating, kind Susie. Asking if he needed to be fed! By HER?!
Ralsei's fantasies filled with the tall, purple girl, who was shoving spoon after spoon of his own cakes. A part of him wondered if she was requesting this because she wanted to make fun of him. To point and laugh and smear frosting on his fluffy fur while trying to make others look at her attempt of 'artistry'.
Most of him however... figured she'd 'do the right thing'. There was only one way to find out..
With his cheeks and ears glowing a deep, glowing pink, he clenched his eyes shut, burying his mouth within his scarf as he turned back around. It was so selfish of a request, and yet... the thought alone brought him joy. He was willing to take the chance. Before Ralsei could even begin to fight against his own want of joy, his mouth reacted faster than his brain, his head nodding violently. It was as if he had a dangerous, venomous bug on his head that he wanted to shake off.
“Yes! Y-yes..! Okay..! S-sure!” He yelped out, his voice pitched higher than was usually expected of the helpful young Prince. Being spoon-fed? Ralsei wouldn't go against this request! Not if someone else wanted to do this. Not if Susie wanted to do it.
Susie stared at him with a wide, shocked expression, apparently not even sure of what to do as she stared at the squirming, blushing goat boy. Even with his eyes shut tight, he knew he had said the wrong thing. Before he could bleat an apology, however, Susie let out a loud, bemused snort. At first, Ralsei thought she'd laugh cruelly at him. She'd deny him. 'WHAT THE FUCK, RALSEI?!' she'd yell, smearing cake into his snout. 'ARE YOU GODDAMN-'
“Okay, okay!” The real Susie laughed, barely able to hide her amusement as she stepped closer to the 'lonely prince'. Her left hand held his saucer of cake, while the right hand held a teeny tiny dessert spoon. The reptilian girl was surprisingly delicate with holding such small silverware. Susie's tone was still humorous, holding disbelief in Ralsei's reaction. “...what the hell is up with you?”
Ralsei chose not to answer, clenching his eyes tight before they teared up with embarrassment. His knees buckled, causing the prince to kneel on both knees before the larger, stronger, muscular girl. It was as if his body was succumbing to her rough tone. '...I feel so stupid and selfish!' Ralsei admitted to himself, beginning to anxiously clench the hem of his robes. 'Please, please just refuse this! Oh, h-how absolutely awful of me! No Lightner should ever bend their knee to-”
“Damn, quit nodding already!” Susie chuckled in disbelief, already kneeling on one knee as she stepped closer to the fluffy Prince of Darkness, readying a spoonful of vanilla-frosted strawberry cake. While clearly flustered, she was also somewhat... worried. “I'll help ya... just don't cry, arright?”
It was at this point that his nostrils took in the delicious scent of his own 'cooking', already feeling his stomach growling. Susie was already starting to push a spoonful of cake towards his mouth.
'THIS IS STUPID! WHAT THE HECK/HELL AM I DOING?!' Ralsei and Susie thought for a brief moment, before following through with each others' actions. This meant that Ralsei immediately chomped upon the spoon, chewing the cake and sucking the frosting off of the spoon in a dainty manner. The purple dragon girl watched, still in disbelief.
'..FUCK!' Susie thought, already pulling her spoon away and readying a second portion of baked goods to Ralsei. 'YOU'D BETTER STOP, OR ELSE I'LL... I'LL..!' She thought heatedly, biting her lips as the goat boy continued to excitedly eat every portion Susie fed to him.
Susie's thoughts froze, watching as Ralsei savored the flavor of frosting on the spoon in his mouth. It was as if it were a rare occasion. As if he weren't supposed to be doing this. His eyes were clenched closed as well, though his noises weren't avoidable.
“...mmh!” He exclaimed, sniffling somewhat. It almost appeared as if he were overwhelmed with emotions. From the way he squirmed, it was clear he was savoring each and every mouthful. The silver spoon clattered gently as he licked and chewed it clean.
“...and another one,” Susie offered gently, readying yet another spoonful of cake before gently pushing it forward. What the FUCK was she doing? A few days ago, the thought of spoon-feeding anyone would make her want to jump into the nearby lake. However, watching Ralsei eagerly munch upon spoonful after spoonful of baked goods only softened her up. She was on one knee, watching as the little nerd graciously savored his own cooking. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought he was... licking the spoon? “Tastes good, right?”
“Mhm,” Ralsei quickly answered, his voice muffled as he kept his eyes shut. His blush was growing deeper and deeper with each second. Naturally, Susie was quick to notice this, feeling equally as embarrassed as the goat was.
'STOP BEING SO GODDAMN CUTE!' She yelled within her mind, shivering and shuddering in place as she stared at Ralsei. Her spoon clattered against the saucer that held his cake, barely able to contain herself.
'Oh god, she must hate this,' The poor prince thought to himself, savoring and gulping down the overly sweet flavor of cake frosting. He might as well leave now, right? Surely, he had eaten enough at this point. Darkners didn't need this sort of treatment. They didn't deserve it. Did they? It didn't stop Susie from feeding him his own magical baking. 'Cut your loses, Ralsei..!' He thought momentarily, wondering if he should just dart for the doorway, chasing after Kris, Lancer, and Rouxls Kaard. 'Just join the others-'
Ralsei's thoughts were interrupted by another spoon of delicious, vanilla-strawberry cake entering his lips. He didn't even realize his mouth was open!
“...weirdo,” Susie huffed playfully, barely able to look away from the sight of what she was allowing to happen. Her tone was gruff, yet... delicate. Gentle. Loving.
...loving?! Where the fuck did THAT... well, why wouldn't this whole ordeal be loving? Here she was, feeding spoonful after spoonful of cake to a guy who didn't even think he deserved a bedroom. It was obvious to her that she had to harbor some sort of love to him. She certainly wouldn't be doing this for anyone else.
“...mhmm....” The submissive prince replied softly, agreeing with her previous statement. He was still in disbelief of what was happening, yet still accepting the actions of his words. Yeah, he was a 'weirdo'. If that was the case, however, he'd happily be a 'weirdo' forever. Whatever made Susie continue to show her kind, gentle affection to him. Ralsei kept his eyes shut as she continued, unsure if he could look into Susie's pretty face without feeling even more flustered than he did currently.
Susie felt somewhat fortunate that Ralsei's eyes were closed. Even if her moves were delicate and slow, it was clear that she was feeling a lot of pent up 'cuteness aggression,' something she never even knew she experienced! Her composure was growing weaker with each piece of cake fed to the fluffy boy, her purple cheeks burning darker and hotter than they've ever been. Her own body was starting to shudder, once again beginning to secretly argue with her instincts.
'He looks so damn happy... I think?! He hasn't pulled away yet...little guy loves this...' She pondered, watching Ralsei thoughtfully chew his current piece. Susie felt her hands shake nervously, a new, different idea spawning in her brain. '...no. This is a dumbass idea, NO. I don't even know if he'll like it!' Ralsei's sweetness was becoming too much for the supposed 'tough girl' to bear. Even when he wasn't trying, he still managed to turn her heart into mushy slop. Why did she love it so much?!
'Do you dare? Do you fucking dare?!' Susie thought, panicking inwardly as she began to bite her lip again.
“...'kay. A-another bite, comin' up,” She said aloud, her hushed voice surprisingly anxious. She quietly set the plate and spoon off to the side, steeling her nerves. 'Now or never..!'
“Uh huh...” Ralsei responded, equally as quiet. With his eyes still shut, he began to open his mouth, readying himself for another piece of cake. Instead of baked goods, however, the fluffy prince got a taste of something very unexpected. In his opinion, it was much better than cake.
Susie had shoved her face forwards, bumping her lips against Ralsei's and kissed him. As the girl held the smooch, his eyes shot open, incredibly surprised with this turn of events. His blush burned redder than apples and hotter than all of the stars in the sky, almost in disbelief of what was even happening! Susie's lips were pleasantly soft, and it only took a few moments before Ralsei found himself melting longingly into the tender moment.
“Mmmh..!” He exclaimed with a muffled squeak, his brain completely fried of any and all conscious thought that didn't have to do with the girl he was kissing.
'Can this boy get any fluffier? Even his damn lips are soft!' Susie mused, barely able to think straight as her stumpy tail began wagging like crazy behind her. She imagined that, if Ralsei had one too, it'd be doing the same (and it was).
A few seconds felt like a few hours, though finally the two pulled away. Their faces hovered merely a few inches away from each other's, both panting gently, looking into each other's eyes. It was as if the two were trying to gauge the other's reaction. The two were clearly flustered, though there was definitely a shared tenderness between them.
For a bit, neither one knew what to even say. Neither one had really kissed anyone before, nor did they expect to do that with each other. It was... pleasant. Ralsei finally found the nerve to whisper, “T-thank you...”
Susie slowly wrapped her left arm around the prince's back, slowly pulling him into an embrace as her other hand started to curl into his. “...want seconds?” She whispered back, her face still warm and comforting, yet still held remnants of a teasing smirk.
The answer came in the form of Ralsei initiating the kiss, this time, feeling a lot more prepared for the action. Susie was eager to follow through, closing her eyes as the two tenderly held and smooched each other. One kiss turned into two, then two into three, with each new kiss lasting longer and longer. The two felt incredibly safe and vulnerable with the other, and almost didn't want the moment to end.
Susie could still taste the sweet frosting on his tongue.
Team Levi x tall reader || how the main scouts act when their GN partner is unusually tall
being tall in the scouts is its own kind of language. it changes the cadence of hands, the angle of eyes, the jokes people dare to make. it means you notice things sooner and other people notice you faster. it also means every pocket of affection begins with someone looking up.
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levi
levi notices you first in the mess hall, when you duck to slide past him with your arms brushing his. he freezes, looks you up and down, then looks up at you like he used to look at a stubborn corner that needed cleaning.
“you hit my elbow,” you say, voice teasing.
“keep your elbows to yourself,” levi answers, but his tone has gone soft around the edges. he reaches for the strap on your harness and fumbles like he never does when he’s alone. you watch his fingers, the way he hesitates on your shoulder as if memorizing the slope.
later, after practice, when the sky is bruised and everyone else has drifted away, you sit on the low wall while he cleans blades. his stool is too small for him to be comfortable beside you. he doesn’t seem to mind.
“you’re taller than me,” he states like it’s an observation he’s been meaning to log. his voice has a crack in it that makes you smile.
“yes,” you say. “and?”
he snorts. “you’re clumsy with the vacuum.”
you laugh and lean down, elbows on your knees so your face is closer to his. he looks up at you. it’s intimate in a new way, that tilt of his chin meeting the space between your eyes.
“stand still,” he says suddenly. you do. he steps in close enough that you can feel his breath. then he presses the corner of a mouthful of hair behind your ear, steady and small-handed.
“don’t get used to me being soft,” he mutters, but he rests his forehead against yours, and for a long moment you both exist only in the tiny space where your heights meet.
when titans come and the air is all teeth and panic, it is your reach that drags him to safe ground more than once. afterward, when everyone else is shaking, he stays wrapped around you like a small, stubborn knot. you hold him the way someone holds a small animal: protective, gentle, precise. he lets himself be held.
“i thought i hated being small,” he confesses once, voice muffled against your chest. “i don’t when you’re around.”
you kiss the top of his head. “you can be whatever size you want with me.”
erwin
erwin treats your height like the most practical thing in the world. he maps it into strategy and then into the spaces between you.
you stand at the edge of the war room while he explains a plan. he keeps glancing up at you, and when he gestures he often points to where you will stand. later, he comes to you with a cloak and a quiet, official look.
“you should stand forward on the ridge,” he says. “you’ll be the signal.” his hand rests on your shoulder, warm and deliberate. when he talks, the world listens, but when he touches you, something quieter unfolds.
“i don’t want the attention,” you admit, voice smaller than you feel.
“attention keeps people alive,” he replies. then, softer, like something not meant for the room, he says, “and sometimes attention keeps me less lonely.”
that line surprises you both into silence. you slip an arm through his and guide him to a bench. you sit behind him and let him fold into you, taller frame leaning into your center of gravity. he hums, a small sound you came to associate with relief.
“if you ever doubt the use of your size,” erwin murmurs, “remember you make the horizon easier to read.”
you kiss his temple. “i’ll be your horizon.”
he smiles, which is all the concession you need that he feels something besides duty.
hange
hange is a storm of noise and affection. they treat your height like their favorite toy.
“let me measure your reach,” they declare while ransacking the supply room. before you can answer, they’re up on your shoulders, arms wrapped around your neck, chattering about leverage and titan vitals as if you were a lab table.
“hange, get down,” you protest, amused and indulgent.
“only if you promise to teach me how you balance so well,” they say with breathless excitement.
you sit on a crate and let them drape across you like a scarf. they tell you everything in excited stutters. you answer with long, patient sentences and the occasional kiss to the curve where their cheek meets your collarbone. they squeal when you lift them higher so they can look over a barricade. later, when the town is quiet and the adrenaline is gone, hange curls into you and becomes small.
“you don’t know how steady you are,” they say, voice gone low. “i forget that sometimes.”
you stroke their hair. “then i’ll remind you.”
they lift their face to yours and places a messy, earnest kiss on your lips. it’s loud and gloriously real. you laugh when they pull back, eyes bright.
“you taste like victory and stew,” hange breathes. “and i like both.”
you smile and let them nuzzle you until sleep claims them, your arms an obvious scaffold.
mikasa
with mikasa everything is quiet and inevitable. she is not demonstrative with words, but the way she exists beside you is a prayer.
you train at dawn. the two of you move as a pair, a tall shadow and a compact, fierce presence. sometimes you slow for her, not from pity, but because the two of you have found a rhythm. she appreciates it in the way her shoulder brushes yours and in the way she rests her head against your arm when breaks come.
“you make a good shield,” she says once, cutting a grapefruit and offering you a slice.
“you don’t need me as a shield,” you answer.
“i like both,” she says simply. then she reaches up, fingers knotting in the back of your collar to pull you down into a small, precise kiss. it’s short, devastating in the best way.
on missions, she positions herself near you, compact and ready. people expect her to be protective; you expect her to be protective. after, she washes your hair with deliberation, fingers gentle and methodical. she hums without thinking, a wonder of contentment on her face.
“when you stand tall,” she murmurs, “it makes me stand taller.”
you rest your head on hers. it’s a small, perfect balance: her chin on your shoulder, your cheek on the crown of her head. words are not necessary.
jean
jean’s first words about your height are awkward and accidental.
“you know,” he starts, fidgeting, “you’re like a lighthouse. or at least a very tall barn.”
you snort. “a barn?”
“a very romantic barn,” he corrects quickly. he’s blushing and you like him all the more for it.
he walks with you everywhere, the comfort of your height a new kind of anchor. he gets flustered when you lean down to kiss him, and you make a show of pretending to adjust your height just to tease him. he retaliates with sweaty, ridiculous jokes and the occasional clumsy, earnest kiss.
“i hate that you make me feel small,” he confesses one night, truth slipping past his embarrassment. then he looks at you, eyes bright. “not literally. i mean—i like how safe it feels.”
you thumb the side of his face and pull him in. “then be honest. say it.”
he grins, relieved. “i love you,” he says, low and sure.
you laugh softly and kiss him like you mean it. he melts like someone who’s finally learned how to fall without breaking.
armin
armin studies you like he studies maps. he has a scholar’s awe and a small person’s practical concerns.
“does your height make the air feel different?” he asks one evening, notebook in hand, eyes wide with curiosity.
“no,” you tell him, amused. “just less dust in my nose sometimes.”
he writes it down anyway. later, when he’s too nervous to lead, he leans into you, seeking the kind of comfort only your presence gives. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and let him tuck his face into your chest.
“you make me feel braver,” he whispers into your shirt. “even when the plan fails, i remember you.”
“then we’ll make more plans,” you say. “and i’ll carry the tall parts.”
he kisses your side, earnest and full of small promise. you hold him close and hum a tune that steadies his breath.
sasha
sasha is unabashed devotion. she treats your height like the best part of your personality.
“you can get the top shelf!” she exclaims every week. she plants one foot on a crate and demands you reach whatever snack she cannot. she steals kisses that are loud and messy. she laughs when you lift her just to twirl her until her braid is a halo.
“you’re my personal ladder,” she tells you constantly, and she means it like a sacred title.
late at night she sleeps curled against your ribs, breath warm and full of contentment. you drape an arm over her and feel the steady rhythm of her sleep.
“i like being close to you,” she murmurs half-asleep. “your arms are like a tall, warm fence.”
you grin and kiss her hair. “i’ll keep you inside my fence.”
she sighs happily and slides deeper into your hold, as if you were the safest place on a battlefield.
connie
connie’s relationship to your height is constant, jokey, and completely sincere.
“hey tall person,” he calls, hopping onto your back in the middle of training. “can you see my future? is there pizza?”
“i see pizza in your future,” you tell him, and he whoops.
he uses you as leverage, as a step, as his favorite listener. when he’s scared, he becomes small and stubborn, and you sit with him until his bravado returns.
“promise me you’ll never shrink,” he whispers one night, serious for the first time.
you cup his face. “i promise i will always be tall for you.”
he smacks your chest like it’s a punch, then tightens his arms around your waist. you feel the effortless way he leans into your height, trusting it as much as a shield.
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This is just me wanting some fluffy, corny romance lore, but how did Kinger and queenies first date and first kiss go? And Who asked out who?
Had to think about this one for a while cuz I never really write romance stuff ^^" I still kinda just made this up on spot, but I hope it answers your question!
Kinger and Queenie were both kinda awkward when it came to socializing, especially the romantic side. They already spent a lot of time studying together tho (they were both hugely focused on academics) and knew each other since they were little, so they were relatively comfortable with each other :3
Their first date wasn’t even necessarily a date, Queenie just asked Kinger (she was the less awkward one out of the two) to go with her to a new butterfly sanctuary that just opened one of the rare times that they weren’t studying lool While they were walking through the place, they subconsciously grabbed each others hands and when they noticed, it just felt right <3
They eventually made their way to a bench to just watch the butterflies fly around but at that point there were probably more butterflies in each of their stomachs XD They could each sense each other’s feelings for each other building up. Then Kinger, in a spur of bravery decided to just go for it and they kissed <33 After that they just leaned into each other and watched the butterflies together almost until the sanctuary closed :’3
They didn’t explicitly label themselves as boyfriend and girlfriend for a while, but their relationship definitely took a more romantic turn after this moment <3
Author's Note: College Caleb x College y/n, fluffy romance, clingy Caleb.
It was finally the weekend, which meant movie night with Caleb, a tradition the two of you had kept since high school.
You got yourself ready, slipping into comfy pajamas and grabbing the snacks and drinks you had bought from the market earlier. Since Caleb lived in a single dorm, the two of you always watched movies there to enjoy some alone time together.
That night, you sneaked into his dorm and knocked twice in a unique tempo that had become your secret code when visiting each other's rooms. The door opened to reveal Caleb, his hair damp with water dripping along his chiseled jaw, wearing newly fresh pajamas. While drying his hair with a towel, he gave you a grin.
“Perfect timing, pipsqueak. Come on in, I’ve got the movie ready with your favorite snacks,” he said.
Smiling, you walked inside. Sitting beside him on the bed, you gently took the towel from his hands and started drying his hair, earning a soft chuckle from him. After placing the snacks on his desk, you turned back to find him waiting under the blankets.
“Come here…” he murmured, reaching out his hand toward you.
You smiled, slipped your hand into his, and climbed onto his lap. Both of his arms wrapped tightly around you, the warmth of Caleb and the blanket enveloping you. One hand held the phone for the movie while the other rested snugly against your waist.
Halfway through the movie, your eyelids grew heavy and you began to drift off, leaning back against him. Caleb nuzzled against the curve of your neck and hugged you closer.
“We’re not even halfway through the movie, pipsqueak, and you’re already falling asleep,” he chuckled lightly.
When he saw that you were asleep, Caleb lay down with you still in his arms. Snuggled against his chest, your breathing slow and steady, you remained tucked into him. Caleb continued to watch you for a moment before gradually closing his eyes, falling asleep with his arms still wrapped around you.
