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Yes! Requests are open, and it's for the holidays!! A cute idea came to mind, a fic where the women of Attack on Titan try to get their crush/boyfriend under the mistletoe. [Rivetra, RicoIan, MikeNana, EreAni, JeanKasa, NikoSasha, Hilow, MobuHan]

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Ten Kisses

YumiHisu. MikeNana. Eld x Fiancee. JeanKasa. RicoIan. EreAni. MobuHan. HiLow. NikoSasha. Rivetra. Modern AU.

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“All I want, Connie, is one thing,” Ymir says sulkily as she slouches on the couch. “All I want for Christmas is…” “Me?” Connie says absentmindedly as he types away on his phone. He’s used to Ymir being a miserable lump on parties, moaning about how boring parties are and how there’s no one to talk to even though she makes no effort to be more approachable to others. “Don’t be disgusting,” Ymir says, unamused. She stares forlornly out the window and sighs. “All I want is a cutie to kiss. Is that too much to ask?” “You could always just kiss a cutie yourself,” her friend tells her as he nibbles on the edge of his Styrofoam cup. He doesn’t really know why he bothers to give Ymir advice when she usually ignores him. Connie holds out a hand, gesturing to all the people at the Christmas party. “Find someone cute, lure them under the mistletoe, kiss them on their sweet lips, and then be on your merry way.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Ymir mutters, still pouting.

“So, are you just going to sit there and pout?” he asks.“Yes,” Ymir replies. “Alright,” Connie says, patting Ymir on the knee. He rises from the couch with a tight-lipped smile and raised eyebrows. “Have fun with that.” “Are you just going to leave me here by myself?” Ymir says. She doesn’t know if she’s angry or horrified that her only friend would leave her here alone. She doesn’t have a chance to yell at him to come back or threaten him to keep him from leaving her, so she sulks some more on the couch by herself until she finally grows tired of being alone. She pulls on her jacket, heading out the door after another disappointing party, only to bump into someone on the way out. “Shit, sorry!” Ymir blurts out, mortified when she sees that it’s that cute blonde girl in her class that she’s been ogling all semester but has been too scared to talk to. “Ah, it’s fine. It’s bound to happen in crowded places like these,” Historia says, rubbing her head where she had bumped into Ymir. Ymir is about it move past her, thinking that she had embarrassed herself enough and shouldn’t even attempt a conversation, but Historia looks up with a small smile on her face and the poor girl stands there dazzled by the blonde angel’s smile. “Oh, a mistletoe,” Historia says with a shy grin. “Oh, we don’t have to,” Ymir says hastily, but she regrets it immediately. Here is the opportunity she’s been looking for, and she’s letting it slip right between her fingers. She really is an idiot. No wonder Connie had abandoned her sorry ass. “Well, if you don’t want to,” Historia says with a shrug. She turns to leave, but Ymir suddenly grabs her by the wrist. “Wait!” Ymir says. She licks her lips nervously, glancing at the floor. “I…I want to though.” Historia doesn’t say anything else, just laughs and turns to Ymir, leaning up towards her for a kiss.

“Should we tell them to stop?” Eld wonders as they watch Mike and Nanaba under the mistletoe. Most couples went for a swift kiss when they were caught under the mistletoe and then moved on, but it seems that Mike and Nanaba hadn’t gotten the memo. They were having one of those big, grandiose kisses like you would see in a romance movie – Titanic, The Notebook, or The Vow. It’s sweet and beautiful to watch for some, but others don’t care for it as much. “They’re getting in the way,” Auruo mutters, watching them with a sullen expression.“It’s a little cruel to be that happy,” Gunter mumbles, a similar look on his face. “Well, I can’t say I feel the same way,” Eld says, giving his friends a sympathetic pat on their backs. He walks towards the mistletoe, looking back and shooting a grin at Auruo and Gunter. “Maybe you two will find someone to kiss next year.” “Eld, what are you doing!” his fiancée Rosalind yelps when Eld grabs her by the hand, leading her to where Mike and Nanaba are.He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he taps Mike on the shoulder. “Sorry, mate,” Eld grins. He gestures at Rosalind, looking at her with eyes full of love. “Some people want to have a turn too.” Even though Eld has interrupted his kiss, Mike doesn’t look at all bothered. He simply steps away, pulling Nanaba back with him, and allows Eld and his fiancée to take their place. “I didn’t see you there, Jinn. You should have said something earlier or else I would have been there kissing Nanaba all night,” Mike chuckles, not even dodging Nanaba’s playful swat. “Eld, this isn’t really necessary,” Rosalind laughs as Eld twirls her underneath the doorway. “It’s not,” Eld agrees. He holds her tightly in his arms as he dramatically dips her. “But I want to anyway,” he tells her before pressing a movie-worthy kiss of his own on her lips.

“Oh, Mr. Kirstein,” Mikasa says as they sashay across the room together, stopping so that Jean can give her a twirl. She looks up above them, not at all surprised that they’ve somehow ended up underneath the mistletoe. “Did you plan this?” “How did you know?” he asks with a grin, not at all ashamed at being caught. “You stepped on my toes a few times because you were too busy steering us over here,” Mikasa tells him with a laugh. “Did I? Sorry,” Jean says. He really is sorry, but he can’t stop smiling when she looks at him like that. “Make it up to me,” Mikasa says, holding his face in her hands as she pulls him closer, and he does just that.

Rico doesn’t mind being short most of the time, but there are times when it’s a pain in the ass. Like now, for example, as her much taller boyfriend dangles that damn mistletoe above her head. No matter how far she reaches, she’s not even close from snatching it away from him. She had tried jumping a few times, but she couldn’t manage to reach the holiday decoration then either. “Please stop holding that up,” Rico begs, embarrassed when she sees that more people are looking them as she tries to wrestle the mistletoe away from him. “Only if you promise to kiss me,” Ian says, not at all bothered by the attention. He continues to hold the mistletoe up high, cheekily shaking it. “That’s what this is for, after all.” “In front of everyone?” Rico hisses. It’s not that she minds kissing him, but public displays of affection feel a little embarrassing. It’s why she’s tried to avoid the mistletoe, but her aversion to the holiday tradition only made Ian want to tease her with it even more. “In front of everyone,” Ian says with a nod.“Fine,” Rico says. “Just put that thing down!” He lowers it but still holds it between them as Rico leans up to give him a quick peck on the lips. When he opens his eyes, he sees Rico’s bright red face and can’t help but laugh. He reaches out to caress her cheek with his free hand. “How cute,” he says softly, bringing her closer for another kiss, and even though Rico dislikes kissing in front of so many people, she lets him anyway.

“I can’t believe I’m dating such a Grinch,” Eren says with a sigh. “I’m not a Grinch just because I won’t wear one of those hideous Christmas sweaters,” Annie says as she looks disdainfully at Eren’s jumper, a knitted sweater with what looks like a disfigured reindeer on it. “If you hadn’t noticed, no one else is wearing those either.” “It’s not only that,” Eren says, shoving his hands in his pockets. He leans against the wall, his head resting back as he thinks of everything Annie hadn’t done to celebrate the holiday. “You refused the wishbone from the Christmas turkey that Reiner kindly offered to you even though that’s a tradition that no one in their right mind would pass up. You played on your phone instead of watching the Christmas movie that was playing on the TV. You didn’t even bother taking one of the ornaments from the tree and hiding it!” “Okay, I’m pretty sure that last one isn’t even a real thing that people do,” Annie says. While she has noticed ornaments disappearing from the tree, she’s fairly certain that that’s mostly Eren’s doing. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you bolting right past the mistletoe,” Eren says. He leans over, a teasing smile on his lips. “What, are you afraid of a little kiss, Leonhardt?” Annie looks at him with a sour expression, hating the smug smile on Eren’s face. Without a word, she yanks him down by the collar and presses a hard kiss on his lips. She smirks at his stunned expression when she pulls away. “Don’t be stupid, Jaeger.” He blinks at her in surprise for a moment before breaking out in a wide grin. “That was great, Annie,” he says. He pushes himself off the wall and puts an arm around Annie, walking her to another part of the room. “Now you just have to do it under the mistletoe!” He only laughs when she mumbles about how that’s hardly necessary.

“Oh, Moblit,” Hanji says in a singsong voice. She dangles a cluster of leafy greens and red berries in front of his face. “Look what I have!” Moblit wrinkles his nose as whatever Hanji has falls apart in her hands. He looks down at its remains that have fallen into his lap. “Hanji, is this lettuce and cranberries?” He frowns as he picks up a limp leaf that he’s pretty sure had come from one of the Christmas dishes they had eaten earlier. “And the cranberries…mistletoe berries aren’t red, they’re white. Holly berries are red.” “Eh, details,” Hanji says with a wave of her hand. “Those mistletoe things are poisonous anyway. At least you can eat cranberries. If you add a lot of sugar.” “Is this your attempt at getting me to kiss you?” Moblit asks as he cleans up the mess she had made. He collects the lettuce leaves and cranberries, dumping them in a small pile on the corner of the coffee table. “Are you not going to?” Hanji asks, giving him a knowing grin. “I suppose it can’t be helped,” Moblit sighs, smiling when he sees that Hanji is already leaning for a kiss.

Marlowe doesn’t really know what he did wrong. He had planned all of it – from the beginning of the party when he had walked her in and took off her coat all the way up until this very moment where he led her under the mistletoe to pull her in for the perfect kiss – so why is she laughing at him as she pulls away? Is it the outfit he had picked out so carefully just for today’s Christmas party, or maybe his hair had gotten messed up while he wasn’t paying attention? He reaches up to pat down his hair, but it doesn’t seem like any strand is out of place. “You taste like mint,” Hitch giggles, hiding her smile behind her hand. “Did you prepare for this?” “…Yes…I planned everything,” Marlowe says reluctantly. Had he been that obvious? He rubs at his neck, blushing as he looks down at the ground. He mumbles, “I just wanted everything to be perfect for you.” “You’re so silly,” Hitch says, rolling her eyes, but she smiles. She grabs him by the collar, pulling him in close. She leans in, her lips so close that Marlowe is tempted to kiss her again. “Don’t you know that it’s perfect enough for me as long as it’s you?” she asks as she finally presses her lips against his for another perfect kiss.

“Surprise!” Sasha says, dangling the little cluster of white berries and leaves in front of Nikolo’s face. “Now you owe me a kiss, mister!” “Is that the mistletoe?” Nikolo asks with a frown. The ribbon that ties the decoration together is tickling his nose, so he swats at it to keep from sneezing. He glances outside the kitchen, wondering if people are watching. Looking back at Sasha, he hisses, “Sasha, did you steal that? People have been looking for that thing all over the place!” “Aw, relax,” Sasha says. She leans against the counter, fiddling with the mistletoe in her hands. She pouts a little bit, sullen because Nikolo had snapped at her. “I’m just borrowing it! I was going to give it back later.” Nikolo doesn’t say anything, just watches Sasha sulk out of the corner of his eye. He does feel a bit bad for speaking so harshly to her earlier, but she does have a habit of stealing things she shouldn’t. He’ll admit that he shouldn’t have made the assumption that she would do such a thing during the holidays though. Still, he doesn’t know quite how to apologize. “Hey, Sasha,” Nikolo says, picking up the tiny chocolate tart he had just finished dusting with powdered sugar. “Open up.” She opens her mouth to ask why, but he pops the pastry into her mouth before she can say anything. She tastes the sweet chocolate cream on her tongue, the burst of raspberry juice when she bites into the berry, and the flaky golden crust, savoring every second that it lasts in her mouth. She looks almost mournful when she swallows the last of it. “It’s good!” she says in delight. “I’m glad,” Nikolo says, glancing over at her. He sees a smidge of chocolate on the corner of his girlfriend’s mouth and, without thinking, holds her chin in his hand as he licks it away followed by a swift kiss. “You kissed me!” Sasha says in surprise after Nikolo quickly pulls away. “I did,” Nikolo says. The response would be a lot cooler if he weren’t blushing so hard as he tried to avoid looking at her in embarrassment. Sasha grins, throwing her arms around his neck, and leans in to collect another kiss – as many kisses as she can – from her beloved chef.

“Are you disappointed?” Levi asks as he undoes his tie. “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” Petra asks, sitting on the bed as she pulls off her stockings. “I had a fun time. Did I look sad?” “No,” Levi says. He rolls up his tie, putting it away in the drawer. “It’s just that you could have looked happier. Was it the mistletoe?” “It’s fine,” Petra replies, shaking off her stockings and leaving them crumpled on the floor. She yawns and runs her fingers through her hair, shaking it out because it had been up all day and she had only recently let it down. “I just thought it would be fun since it’s Christmas, but it’s fine if it’s not your cup of tea.” “It’s not that,” Levi replies. He turns around, crossing the floor in a few steps and stopping right in front of where Petra sits on the bed. Gently, he pushes her back on the bed, one hand under her chin as he lifts her face up towards his. “It’s just that I don’t need a reason to kiss you,” he tells her right before their lips meet.

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