Hahaha.....so this happened! (Also face reveal! lol)
Honestly, i'm still in shock that I was able to meet him! Our conversation was brief, but he was super nice! The whole time, all I could think of was holy sh** i'm speaking to Bertholdt, lol.
Also, here's all my merch that I got from the con!
note: in honor of me moving in w/ my bf hehe :) also not rlly proofread, just trying to get this out
NSFW / suggestive parts are included separately at the bottom so those that are uncomfortable with them can still read the main parts :)
eren yeager
when looking for an apartment, he would look for high ceilings or big windows; he doesn't want to feel cramped
hates spending hours in decor stores. max you get of his attention would be 20 minutes, and by that time, he starts leaning on the shopping cart with a glazed-over look, telling you:
"whatever you pick looks fine to me, babe"
will refuse to hire movers, would claim they are a waste of money. he will try and carry three heavy furniture pieces up four flights of stairs by himself, most likely tearing a box open and sweating through his shirt
won't unpack completely; will leave half-unpacked boxes sitting in the living room for weeks
will accidentally take over the closet space without realizing it because he just throws his clothes onto hangers
when assembling furniture... eren will refuse to look at instructions, thinking it's just self-explanatory. would try to force wooden dowels and screws into place with sheer strength (even if it's like trying to put a square block into a circle opening)
will get intensely frustrated when he realizes at step 12 that he built a shelf backwards at step 3, swearing under his breath and tearing the whole thing apart to restart
on the first night: would order cheap takeout, sit on the living room floor and get super excited about just eating pizza with you. it would finally sink in to him at that moment that you guys now share a home
armin arlert
when looking for an apartment, he would look for an apartment near parks, water, or tree-lined streets
bonus points if it has things like a window nook or built-in shelving
he would read every single online review of the building, study the neighborhood safety metrics, and analyze the floor plan dimensions before even considering signing the lease
when looking for furniture, i think he would prefer warm tones and also would have so many framed memories of the two of you all over the apartment
for packing, he would create this master spreadsheet tracking every box, its numbered code, and a detailed inventory list of what's inside so nothing gets misplaced
for moving, armin would coordinate the schedule so that neither of you will get overwhelmed, making sure there are built-in breaks throughout the day
when assembling furniture, he would read the manual front to back before picking up a screw
armin could also make building furniture together into an almost quiet and rewarding bonding activity. every time you finish a piece together, he would give you a bright, relieved smile and would guide you through any confusing steps seamlessly
on the first night: i feel like armin would so something interactive and cute and fun. a "neighborhood discovery" meal.
a 5 minute walk around your new block, picking up one small thing from three different local spots: a warm baguette from the bakery down the street, cheese and fruit from the corner market, and a nice bottle of wine
levi ackerman
when looking for an apartment, he would look for any sign of poor upkeep at the apartment you guys are viewing
if there is wall-to-wall carpeting, he will leave the apartment without saying a word
once, there was carpeting in the bathroom, you don't think you have seen him ever so disgusted
when it comes to furniture, he needs practical and easy to clean. if a cushion is not removable and machine-washable, it is an immediate, non-negotiable hard pass
levi would take control of the kitchen and bathroom selections, insisting on sleek, stain-resistant countertops and stainless steel utensils
for moving, he is the actual king of color-coding, labeling, and meticulous organization
every box is labeled on top and all four sides with its designated room, exact contents, and priority level:
'KITCHEN - WEEK 1 - ESSENTIALS'
before putting an item into a box, he would clean it so that nothing brings 'outside dust' into the new apartment
and of course, before you guys can do anything to the new apartment, even bringing in a new box, he would deep clean it top to bottom
he would also test for mold tbh
when it comes to furniture, honestly just leave the assembling to him... he's got it
would lay out a protective cloth on the floors while assembling so it doesn't get a single scratch
levi would follow the manual with precision, tightening every single bolt to perfection using his own tools
on the first night: would make you a pot of high-grade tea, pouring two mugs and sitting down on the couch together
he would pull you into his side, wrap an arm firmly around your waist, resting his cheek against your hair. he would take a sip of tea, look around the spotless room with pride and murmur:
"it's quiet. i like it here with you"
jean kirstein
when looking for an apartment, he would focus more on the aesthetic and the location (is it located near good food spots, does it have a good sunset view, etc.)
when looking for furniture, he would sit on four different couches in the store to test 'cushion density and loungeability' and claims that "he will just know" the minute he sits on it
for moving, he would use a thick black sharpie and scrawl vague, all-caps words across the cardboard like "BEDROOM STUFF" "KITCHEN / FRAGILE. DO NOT DROP" and "MISC/IDK"
will hire movers for the giant furniture and boxes, but when it comes to your more fragile stuff, he will carry all of it himself
at first he might try to carry too much of your fragile stuff at once, realize his mistake when he sees the look on your face, and is much more careful afterwards
when assembling furniture, he will pull out his power drill and throw on a fitted tank top to flex a little while working
jean would start off completely confident without the manual, get slightly confused, but refuse to admit that he is confused. he might quietly glance at the pictures on the box, figuring it out purely on ego (no matter how long it takes) (maybe when you step into another room he frantically looks at the manual, but doesn’t want you to know)
on the first night: would save the first receipt from your first dinner in the new place. he would take a photo of the two of you holding the new apartment keys, tag the date on the back, and pin it right on the fridge
jean would also find a hidden spot that nobody else will see, like inside of a closet door frame, or under the kitchen sink, and use a sharpie to write both of your initials and the move-in date
he's flat on his back beside you under the kitchen sink, flashlight balanced between his shoulder and cheek. he would uncap the sharpie with his teeth, jot down the initials and date and turn to you with his familiar lopsided grin
"there. permanent record. now we're officially stuck with each other in this lease, and everywhere else"
reiner braun
when looking for an apartment, he prioritize an included gym in the complex (or a nearby one), easy parking (preferably in a garage or gate for safety), and make sure it is in a secure building
when touring apartments, the first thing he would look at is the maintenance and the door locks, window seals, and smoke detectors
for furniture, reiner cares more about durability and comfort
(he would prefer a bed frame that he can actually fit on, unlike the only one his mom reluctantly had for him that had his legs dangling over it)
he would insist on investing in a giant, ultra-plush sectional couch where you can both stretch out completely
will encourage you to pick all the colors, wall art, and decor accents, following you around with his arms full
if you start insisting that he provides at least some input, he would take it very seriously for your sake, looking at the two colors intently (even though he can't tell the difference between them) and choose
on packing day, he will do 100% of the heavy lifting; he insists you don't pick up a single heavy box
will carry couch sections and mattresses on his back like it's nothing while sweating through a tight tank top
for unpacking, he will make sure all of your stuff is unpacked first and that you have enough space, claiming:
"i don't have much or need much"
on the first night: i feel like he would do something stupidly cute, like slow dancing with you in the unpacked living room
he would hold out his hand, ask for a dance with a small flush on his cheeks but a huge smile. he would pull you in close, one hand on the small of your back, the other holding yours, and gently sway back and forth with you
he would just bury his face in the crook of your neck or on the top of your head, and hold you like you're the most precious thing in the world (i mean, you are to him)
bertolt hoover
when looking for an apartment, he would get super anxious about making the wrong choice --- what is the neighbors are noisy? what if there are hidden utility costs? is the street traffic really bad at night? etc.
so, like armin, he would constantly check apartment reviews online
when it comes to shopping for furniture, i think he would like to avoid going to large furniture stores because there are endless choices and lots of people (last week ikea overwhelmed me so ik for a fact it would overwhelm bert)
in choice of furniture, he would love soft, plush, extra-large furniture where can comfortably fit his tall frame without feeling awkward
he would pack everything with extreme care (feel like he would use SO much bubble wrap, even for non breakable things, and you would have to pry it out of his hands sometimes or show him the receipt of the cost bc that shit adds up)
he will ask you where you want everything placed, constantly double-checking his stuff isn't taking too much room or getting in your way
bert might accidentally hang up a mirror way too high so that you can't even see yourself in it, and he would have to rehang it
while assembling furniture, the thing he would be most careful about is scratching the panels or dropping a board on your foot
would live for the praise that you give him when he finishes a difficult build
on the first night: he'd set out a giant cozy hoodie for you while he orders your favorite comfort food; laying out a thick nest of blankets and pillows right on the living room floor
while eating, he would curl his long frame around you, resting his chin comfortably on top of your head or on your shoulder; whispering about how excited he is for all the mornings you will wake up next to each other, shared dinners, and peaceful routines you're going to build in this space together
erwin smith
when looking for an apartment that has a separate dedicated office space so that he doesn't disturb you if he needs to hop on for calls or finish up details late at night
would handle all the lease negotiations, paperwork, and legalities smoothly
when it comes to furniture, he would want timeless pieces, or sleek and modern; feel like if you guys were to leisurely furniture shop and you just point something out that you like (even if it's like half a thought) he would immediately buy it for you, even if it ends up being a designer piece one of a kind lol, so you guys might have these art pieces that are ridiculously expensive but he would never tell you
my mom has always said to me "you know you made it when you no longer assemble your own furniture". well, you made it
erwin would hire a full-service team that packs, transports, uncrates, and builds everything so you don't have to lift a finger
but, if you are someone who tends to like to have a little more control or just feel like you are involved in the process, he would happily encourage you and guide you on how to be more involved
(whether that's like talking with the team more in detail where things go and guiding the process the whole time, or lifting some packages, though the workers would be under strict instructions, unbeknownst to you, to make sure that you never lift anything remotely heavy)
before doing anything else, erwin would want to establish his office space first, then help you with your stuff for the final unpacking
on the first night: he would pour two glasses of whiskey / whine / your drink of choice and sit with you on the balcony / window
you guys would look out at the city lights together and toast to your new chapter together with a warm, steady smile on his lips
marco bodt
when looking for apartments, he focuses on practical details like proximity to grocery stores, good natural light, a cozy kitchen (good size fridge), and a friendly neighborhood vibe
marco would love to go thrifting or checking out unique, character-filled decor pieces to mix in with new furniture
when packing, he would show up with extra tape, sharpies, bubble wrap, and homemade snacks
this guy somehow makes the moving process completely stress-free
he would play music and laugh with you through the heavy lifting; never raising his voice at you or using a stern tone
first thing marco would unpack would be the kitchen to make sure you guys have coffee, water (cold), and food ready
when arranging his stuff, he would constantly ask for your input on where things should go
"do you like this lamp here, or would it look better by the window?"
he wants to make sure you are happy with every corner, but of course always includes his input
would double-check every screw to ensure that the furniture is completely safe and sturdy before letting you test it out
i feel like he would also make building furniture its own little event --- putting on a fun playlist, setting out snacks, making sure you have a comfy blanket to assemble and try to build together as a team
marco would be super encouraging the whole time:
"you're doing great! look how good this is turning out!"
on the first night: he would bake or cook a simple warm meal, set up a cozy blanket fort (or a pile of pillows on the floor), and cuddle with you while talking about all the memories you are going to make in this space
connie springer
when looking for apartments, i feel like he would get overly hyped about random unique features
a dispenser on the fridge door, dimmer switch on dining room light ("mood lighting! movie night mode! romantic dinner mode!"), soft-close cabinet doors ("look, babe! you literally cannot slam these! watch!"), and an in-unit washer/dryer that has a little jingle when it finishes (i just imagine that whenever it plays, connie would drop everything and do a little dance to it every. single. time.)
when looking for furniture at IKEA or home stores he will get distracted immediately and forget the goal of the mission
he will try out every single chair and display bed, even if you guys aren't looking for any of those furniture items)
he would beg you to buy the weird, funny, or extremely colorful decor items
while moving, he would try and carry way too many boxes at once to prove his strength, nearly dropping a box of dishes before catching it at the last second and laughing it off
connie would get distracted mid unpacking, finding things and instantly stopping to play with it or show you something funny he forgot he owned
when building furniture, he would end up with way too many leftover screws than he should have:
"well... it holds weight, so we're probably good, right?"
on the first night: he would order way too much greasy takeout, play video games on the floor using a cardboard box as a table, and fall asleep on the couch next to you wrapped in a random throw blanket
porco galliard
when looking for apartments, he would be super picky about the garage / parking situation, building security, and having a modern, updated kitchen
would also be looking at all of the little things --- would any of the fixtures have the landlord special? any tiles cracked?
when looking for furniture, he would scoff at anything that looks cheap or flimsy in the store, pushing down on tables with his thumb to check for wobbles:
"this garbage won't last six months"
he would act like he doesn't care about decor, but will secretly shoot down three different rugs you suggest until you pick the one he secretly liked all along
will grumble the entire time while moving about how much stuff you guys own, yet still carries the heaviest stuff, refusing to allow you to lift anything heavy
i feel like he would hate clutter, so he would try and unpack quickly and efficiently
doesn't let you touch a single hammer, wanting to show off his handiness
porco would get visibly cocky when he builds complex furniture effortlessly, tossing the allen wrench in the air and catching it with a smirk when he finishes
on the first night: he would collapse onto the mattress with you after a brutal day of moving, pull you tightly into his chest, let out a satisfied sigh, and murmur:
"finally... no more driving back and forth to see you"
eren: once he did all the heavy lifting and moving, he would be absolutely flushed, muscles exhausted, and running on pure adrenaline
when you hand him a bottle of water, you'd take in his state, tracking the sweat dripping his neck, which he would catch, so he'd step into your space, playing with the hem of your shirt and whispering:
"i spent all day hauling our stuff up those stairs. least you could do is help me wash off"
armin: when getting ready for bed the first night, once the bedroom door is closed, he would pull you down onto the newly made bed, fingers lacing tightly through yours as he whispers against your jaw:
"i've been thinking about having you all to myself in our own place all day..."
of course, his face would be flushed up to the tips of his ears, but the idea of being alone emboldens him
levi: once the apartment is clean and locked up for the night, he would walk into the bedroom, unbutton his shirt
without breaking eye contact, he gives the mattress a firm pat:
"this place is clean, the door is locked, and i'm tired of waiting. get over here"
jean: he would make sure that the bed frame is built tight and rock-solid first --- testing it by tossing you onto the bare mattress and dropping his full weight on top of you
he'd hover over you with his arms propped on either side of your head, looking down at you with his cocky smirk and a wink. he would give a small bounce on the mattress and teasingly whisper:
"see that? solid as a rock? won't creak at all... no matter how loud we get tonight"
reiner: while the two of you are swaying in the living room, he leans down, burying his face in your neck and give your waist a firm squeeze. his face would be flushed but grinning, whispering against your skin:
"you know... now that we have a place all to ourselves, i don't think either of us is getting a single hour of sleep tonight"
and he was right
bertolt: the second the two of you lie back on the mattress, he would get flustered at first, but hover over you
he would bend down to press deep, warm kisses along your neck, murmuring softly into your skin:
"no one is going to interrupt us tonight... we can take as long as we want"
erwin: once everything is finished up, his focus shifts entirely to you
he would look at you with a smirk:
"now that the groundwork is laid, sweetheart... my attention belongs entirely to you"
marco: once you guys are settled down for the night and washing the dishes from dinner, he would lift you up by the thighs to set you up on the kitchen counter
he would kiss you until you were breathless before whispering into your ear:
"i've wanted to have you all to myself like this for so long..."
connie: before you guys even unpacked the first box, he would turn to you, grinning ear to ear
he'd throw an arm over your shoulder, point around the empty apartment and announce:
"so, floor plan looks great. now we gotta figure out which room we're breaking in first"
porco: when he finishes the newly built bed, he would sit on the edge and grab you by the waist to pull you right between his legs
looking up at you with a sharp grin, he tosses the instruction manual on the floor and says:
"instructions claim it's sturdy. want to help me stress-test it right now?"
— including; eren yeager, jean kirstein, reiner braun, & levi ackerman.
— warnings; spoilers, canonverse, female pronouns for reader, aged up characters, petnames, mild dirty talk, established relationships, jealousy, swearing, banter, suggestive, mention of breeding, reader is hit on in levi’s jealous segment
— notes; both english dub and japanese sub translations were used!
Eren Yeager │ エレン・イェーガー
› “Baby”
› “Princess”
› “My girl”
In General…
[S4 E87 — 4:37]
Eren is a fierce lover. He'll do anything to protect the ones he loves and cares for. He is constantly on guard, always putting himself in harm's way to protect others. The only time he can truly let go is when he's alone, with you.
“Eren!” You call out, with the newfound sweet treat in your hand. “You should try some!” You smile softly at him, reaching out your arm to pass it to him. “Ice cream?” He questions as you blink at him in surprise.
“You.. already know about it?” You ask. He hums, staring down at the dessert. “From the old man's memories.” He explains, you let out an “ah” in realization, nodding. You take his hand and put the cone in it, urging him to try it.
He stares at the treat for a moment before bringing it up to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste it. His eyes widen as he processes the unfamiliar taste and sensation. “It's cold. And, sweet..?” You giggle at his reaction, admiring his face.
Sneakily, you scoop a bit of ice cream onto your index finger and boop his nose, leaving a small swirl of it there. He scrunches his nose for a second before frowning. “I'll get you back for that!” You squeal as he attempts to grab your waist.
He chases you around the port for a little bit, eventually catching up to you. You hold your hands out in defense to prevent him from getting closer but instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. “Not so brave now, huh?” Eren smirks.
You put your hands on his chest as you look up into his eyes that have a mischievous glint in them. You then stare down at the ice cream still in his hand, wincing at the thought of him doing the same thing to you.
You expected him to do it, to feel the cold touching your skin. But instead, he grabs ahold of your face and dips down, leaning in to meet your lips. You hum against him in surprise, soon melting into the kiss. “Mm you taste just as good, baby.”
During Intimate Moments…
[S1 E25 — 18:13]
Eren believes he's not gonna come back one day so every time it's just you two alone, he feels like he should worship you like it's the last time. He doesn't care if he needs to rest or recover, that won't stop him from wanting you.
“Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein. You're wanted for debriefing.” A fellow comrade spoke. “Right,” Armin nods. “Guess we're up first.” Jean mutters. “See you later, then.” Armin waves, sending you a look as he closes the door behind him.
You hum, watching them go. You turn back to look at Eren when you hear movement. You take a moment to look at him, really look at him. He looks.. normal? “Do you feel alright?” You place the back of your hand to his forehead. “Yeah.” He nods.
He sits up and takes your hand in his, “Baby,” He whispers, planting a small kiss to the back of it. “You don't know how much I've missed you.” He leans forward, suddenly his lips were on yours and he was pulling you onto his lap. “Eren,”
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your hand on his chest to keep an appropriate distance between you two. “You're not recovered yet, we shouldn't.” Your voice barely above a whisper. He huffs, ignoring you. “I'm fine.”
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer. He holds you there for a moment before leaning forward to kiss you. Instinctively, you let out light breaths but you bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet.
The walls weren't exactly that thick. He tuts, pulling you back and grabbing your chin gently. “No holding back your sounds princess, let them hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel.”
When He's Jealous…
[S3 E59 — 12:25]
Eren gets jealous pretty easily, he doesn't like sharing. However he’s not jealous because he's insecure or doesn't trust you, it's because he doesn't trust the bastards that think they even have a chance with you. In his mind, they're trying to steal you away even if that's not the case. Despite this, if you accuse him of being jealous, he'll deny it.
“Hey, brats. It's time, line up.” Levi orders. Armin and Mikasa get moving first, the rest of the group soon follow. Eren is able to grab your wrist and pull you aside before the others notice. He drags you into an empty room, shoving you against the cold wall. The door closes with a soft click as he hums into your neck. “Shhh, be quiet.”
“Wouldn't want anyone to hear, right?” You could tell just by his voice that he was smirking. You felt his teeth graze your skin before biting down gently, definitely leaving a mark. “Eren!” You hissed, knowing there's every chance you could get caught and he didn't seem to care in the slightest. “I'm sure they can wait for us, hm?”
Your hands scrunch up the back of his uniform as he takes off yours. You try to pull away but his grip is too strong, his hands continue to roam your body. “What's gotten into you?” You gasp, catching your breath. “I didn't like the way he was looking at you.” He mumbles against your neck, kissing his way from your jawline down to your collarbones.
Then he pulls away to look at you, taking his time. His eyes meticulously go over every detail of your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize it. You pause, thinking who he could be talking about. “Jean?” He scoffs, “Floch.” He mentions the name with such disdain. You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“Eren, are you jealous?” You giggle making him roll his eyes, not liking the accusation. “No, I have a point to prove.” He hastily unbuttons your shirt, his patience already worn thin. His hand wraps around the back of your neck, his thumb resting against your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss, nothing short of passionate. “You're my girl.”
When Around Others…
[S3 E38 — 7:12]
Eren will try his best to act nonchalant, like he doesn't care in the slightest. However the second he gets a moment alone, he'll be all over you. He won't let anyone else see that side of him, the side that yearns for you.
You'd been mindlessly cutting ingredients to prepare tonight's dinner for the past ten minutes to distract yourself from thinking about Eren but you couldn't help it, you're worried. “You're gonna cut yourself if you keep that up.” Connie grabs the knife from your hand and takes over cutting the vegetables.
“Leave her alone, she's probably worried about Eren, understandably.” Mikasa defends you but Connie rolls his eyes. “He's resting, that's all he can do right now.” You nod as Historia pats your back gently. “He'll be alright!” She gives you her signature big smile and that helps a little.
Your attention is drawn elsewhere when you hear shuffling, then a door opening. “Eren! You should still be in bed!” He shrugs, walking over to the table. “I'm fine. I already slept a whole day.” He picks up a spare knife and chops up a potato with ease. “Besides, it's my fault—” You frown, shaking your head.
“It's not your fault. So don't worry about it.” You scold him. Of course his immediate thought is to blame himself. After a moment of silence, Connie clears his throat. “It's about time to switch lookouts. Mikasa?” She hums and they both walk out. Historia turns to you, grabbing your arm gently.
“I'll give you two some time alone.” She whispers, following the others outside. Eren immediately turns to you once they're gone. “Finally,” He let out a breath, dropping the knife. “I thought they'd never leave.” He pulls you into a warm embrace. He holds you tight, with no intention of letting go. “Fuck baby, I've missed you.”
Jean Kirstein │ ジャン・キルシュタイン
› "Gorgeous"
› "Pretty girl"
› "Sweetheart”
In General…
[S4 E69 — 13:20]
Jean is a doting lover. He's very openly romantic and borderline risqué. He's a hard worker but there are times where he'll get distracted, especially when you're around. I mean, how could he not be when there's a gorgeous woman demanding his attention. He's too busy focusing on you to be bothered getting caught, it's the last thing on his mind.
“Hey! Is this something they really needed us to do?!” Connie pants as he and Jean slave over the railroad. “Nope! We wouldn't be doing this, but that idiot opened his mouth.” They pause for a moment to look over at Eren wiping sweat from his face before continuing his work. "We can develop the island and our muscles at the same time, my ass.”
“Need a hand there fellas?” You wink as you lean on a shovel. Jean looks up from where he was hammering away at, licking his lips and whistling. “Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” Connie slaps the back of his head. "Jeez, what was that for?" Jean frowns, turning around to see his friend's scowl. “There's a time and a place for this. And it's not now.”
“I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to take a little break.” Jean smirks, looking in your direction. “Ew guys, get a room!” Connie shudders at the thought of his friend like that. “Not much we can do all the way out here.” He explains, making his way behind you and slapping your ass. “Jean,” You warn, voice lower than usual. He grins, knowing only he can get away with it.
“C'mon pretty girl, you know you want to.” He gives you the usual smug smirk, the kind that makes you want to wipe it from his face. Ever so slightly raised brows with the corner of his lips tugged in one direction. You feel your cheeks heat up, you couldn't tell if it was from him or the overwhelming warmth from the sun directly on you.
“Have fun getting in trouble for not working!” Connie waves, quickly running off. You take that time to observe the others. Armin is chasing Sasha to prevent her from drinking all the water. Mikasa is carrying heavy metal bars with ease, not breaking a single sweat. Eren is still working on hammering the railroad, only stopping to wipe away his sweat.
“Hey,” You feel Jean's hand gently cup your jaw, guiding your eyes back to him. “Eyes on me, gorgeous.” You hum, observing how much his features have softened while looking at you. His hand moves from your cheek to your forehead, the back of his hand presses against it to feel your temperature. “You're hot.” He states plainly. You make a weird face before bursting out laughing. “I know.”
He scoffs, lightly annoyed. “Ugh.. goddamn it you know I didn't mean it like that– I'm not saying you aren't hot just you are– your temperature–” You couldn't help but giggle at how he was digging himself a bigger hole with each word he spoke. “Shut up.” He grumbles, crossing his arms like a fussy toddler.
“I know what you meant.” You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, making him look at you before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes widen, but he soon melts into it. You pull away, ignoring his protests. “Why'd you stop?” You grin, “Get back to work, slacker.” You run off to join the others before he can catch you. “Wha— this conversation isn't over!”
During Intimate Moments…
[S3 E48 — 1:36]
Jean loves to tease you at any given moment. He won't be afraid of being seen by others or getting caught, in fact he enjoys the idea. He likes to see how far he can push your buttons before you get fed up with him. Unfortunately for you, he's very perceptive so if you ever are upset at him, he knows the ways to calm you down easily.
“Hey! You wait right there!” You watch as Historia chases the little ones around the open field. “Seems like she's better suited to run an orphanage.” Jean murmurs, his arms crossed against his chest. “Do you know what the people are calling her? The cattle-farming goddess. In a good way, of course.” Armin speaks up.
“At this rate, no one will remember the chump who plugged up Trost, yeah?” You eye Jean at his snarky comment towards Eren. “That's enough.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Since when do you take Eren's side over mine?” You frown at him, “I'm not taking anyone's side!” Before you could continue your bickering, Historia steps in.
“Oh? You're slacking again!” The four of you freeze up as Historia scolds you. “It's getting dark, you know!” She splits everyone into groups of two and hands out crates to carry. Armin is sent over to help Mikasa, while you and Jean stay together. “She's becoming more and more like my mother…” He mutters while carrying his crate.
You were too busy lost in thought to hear the rest of what he said. He suddenly stops in front of a barn, tugging you inside before the others could see you. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.” He hums as he gently sets his crate down, eyeing the one you're holding. “Ahh, it's nothing.” You fib, biting the inside of your cheek.
As if you hadn't been distracted the moment you stepped foot on the farm. Ever since you got there, Jean had this way with the kids. Holding them when they needed affection, playing games, making sure they didn't fight over toys, and watching over them so no one got hurt. All the usual stuff but he made it look so effortless, so easy.
“Sweetheart?” He waves a hand in front of your face to grab your attention. “What's goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” You shake your head, trying to look away but he maintains firm eye contact with you. “Talk to me, gorgeous.” Whether it was his intention or not, he was making you swoon, and hard. Because of it, you lost your grip on the crate.
Jean with his quick reflexes manages to catch it before it hits the ground, setting it down on top of his. “Careful there.” He warns, his eyes observing you. “Tell me what's on your mind.” He moves closer until your back is against the wall, his hands wrap around your waist. He peppers soft kisses down your neck before stopping at your collarbones.
Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, you run your fingers through his hair. “You're really good with the kids hun.” You whisper against his lips, placing a peck on them. “Oh, yeah?” He nods with a smirk. “I was thinking… maybe we should try having our own.” He hums, with a look on his face like he's about to devour you.
“You want me to put a baby inside of you?” You breathe against his lips, hands on his chest. “We have plenty of time to try.” He kisses down your neck, you know he's leaving marks on purpose. “What if someone sees us?” You frown at him but he just grins in return “So?” It was clear he didn't care.
Before he's able to go any further, you hear the kids call him. “Uncle Jean!” He lets out a huff, half in irony and half in annoyance. “One second kiddos!” He yells, backing away from the wall to give you space. “This isn't over yet.” He smiles, giving you one last kiss and a smack on your ass.
When He's Jealous…
[S1 E3 — 9:17]
Jean doesn't usually get jealous but when he does, you'll know. He's not quiet about it and you will know if he doesn't like you hanging around someone in particular. For some reason, it always ends up being Eren. Even he doesn't understand why it bothers him as much as it does. Still, if you accuse him of being jealous he'll outright deny it.
“Hey, what did that suicidal maniac want?” Jean calls out to you as soon as Eren walks away. “Hm? Oh, he mentioned I should cut my hair just in case it gets stuck in the gear.” You shrug, twirling your hair around your finger. Jean scowls. “Who the hell does he think he is telling you that!?” You push his shoulder lightly.
“Relax, it was just a suggestion.” You roll your eyes, trying to convince him Eren was innocent but instead he huffs, crossing his arms. “He should know better than to hit on women.” You frown at him. “He wasn't— wait.. are you jealous?” You tilt your head looking up at him and he scoffs. “Pfft, jealous of what? I have nothing to be jealous of.”
You squint your eyes at him, gasping when you realize he is. “Oh my god, you actually are!” You cover your mouth in shock, poking his chest. “Who would've ever thought you—” His lips meet yours in a hasty kiss. It was clear his intention was to shut you up, even if only for a moment. He pulls away just as quickly. “Let it go already.”
You shake your head with a mischievous grin on your face. “Nope, you're never living this down! I'm telling Connie and Sasha!” You attempt to run away but he catches your wrist before you can. “Don't you dare!” He pulls you into him. He smirks and kisses you more passionately than before. “This is between us, gorgeous.”
When Around Others…
[S3 E38 — 2:18]
Jean can't help but show you how much he loves you, even around others. He tries not to make it too obvious if he can but most of the time, he doesn't care. He's not the type to shy away. He loves showing you off but at the same time he also loves keeping you all to himself.
Eren was pacing around like a lunatic murmuring about how clean things should be for when Captain Levi gets back. You were sweeping the floor, too busy thinking about if Jean would arrive safely. Almost as if on queue, he, Sasha, and Armin come in with their hands full.
“I won't! Probably…” Sasha trails off, carrying a heavy crate of potatoes. “Hey! Did you guys wipe the mud off your shoes before you came in?” Eren pesters the three before they can get settled in. “Say what? No, we didn't. Can't you see all this stuff we're carrying?”
You clear your throat in an attempt to get their attention, leaning against the broom you were using. “Eren, give it a rest. Everyone's working hard enough.” Eren gives you a look, almost loathing you for siding with Jean. “You idiots.” He mumbles as he walks off.
With everyone else distracted with Sasha and her stealing bread, you pull Jean aside. “Glad to see you made it back safe.” You give him a soft smile as he kisses your cheek. “I always do, don't I? Even though Eren can be a pain in the ass, I wouldn't have it any other way.”
You giggle as he pulls you into him, his arms embracing you in a warm hug. He rests his chin on your head, ruffling your hair slightly. His scent fills your senses as you relax in his arms. “I've missed this, I've missed you.” You pull away, just enough to look up at him. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Somewhere between then and now, you'd been too preoccupied with Jean to notice Levi had walked in, already scolding the others, his attention now turned to you. “Oi,” He grumbles, letting out a heavy sigh. You and Jean pull away from each other sheepishly. “Tch. I should put you on cleaning duty for this.”
Reiner Braun │ ライナー・ブラウン
› “Hon”
› “Darling”
› “Mrs. Braun”
In General…
[S4 E63 — 20:38]
Reiner is a strong lover. He is a partner you can depend on and trust, both physically and mentally. Still, he has a soft spot for you and the kids. You are precious to him, someone that can understand him despite everything. Someone he can be comfortable with and finally let down his walls.
The kids managed to spend all their allowance already, turning to Reiner since they knew he would give in easily. Every time they'd see a new food they want to try, Reiner is already paying for it. He let out a deep sigh, “Just this once.” He kept muttering to himself, frowning. “They deserve a treat after all.”
First, it was this puff pastry filled with cream and strawberry jam on top. Then, it was roast beef, ham, carrots, and lettuce wrapped in bread. Finally, red sauce and cheese with small slices of ham, pepperoni, and basil on a warm slice of cooked dough. But despite all the money it might've cost him, it was worth it.
All of a sudden Gabi runs over to you two. “Reiner, Reiner!” She gasps, catching her breath. Falco not far behind, “We want to show you something!” He grins as Gabi attempts to drag Reiner away. “Hold on, what is it? More food?” She giggles, “Maybe.. just trust us!” Gabi and Falco both drag Reiner away as they run off to another food stall.
Reiner groans, reluctantly following them. “And to think they were in the war not too long ago.” Porco scoffs, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff. “Oh come on, it's cute how excited they are!” Pieck giggles, looking over at you. “Reiner seems to be in good spirits.” She winks, nudging your side.
“If anything I'd even say he's happy to be back home, with you.” She hums, smiling. You nod, allowing yourself a quick glance in his direction, spotting him laughing with the kids. You notice his posture isn't as tense as it normally is. Pieck is right, he's probably happy to be home. You turn back to look at her.
“When are you guys having kids of your own? Ugh, they'd be so cute!” She squeals, imagining tiny versions of you and Reiner. “Oh! Uh…” You freeze, not expecting that sort of comment from her. “I don't think now is the time for that.” You avoid eye contact with her. “Hm, maybe not but a girl can dream.”
Before Pieck is able to make another optimistic comment on your love life, you hear Reiner clear his throat. “Go on!” Gabi enthuses, pushing him in your direction. He steadies himself, letting out a deep breath. “Here,” He holds out his hand, in it is a cone with a scoop of cream on top.
“I got this for you, hon.” He passes you the treat, the cold seeping through the cone instantly cooling your hand. “The kids made me get it, said it's called ice cream.” You hum, staring at it for a bit before bringing it up to your lips, tongue darting out to taste it. “It's sweet!” Reiner laughs watching you.
“Yeah?” He hums, “I'm glad you like it hon.” He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. You continue to eat the sweet treat as he stares at you. “Want some?” You ask as some of it drips onto your fingers. “Hold on, let me clean that for you.” He pulls out a handkerchief and lightly dabs your hand. “There, all better.”
During Intimate Moments…
[S4 E61 — 7:28]
Reiner is always on guard. He refuses to be caught slacking by anyone, the only exception being you. He can relax when it's just you two alone. He's quick to let you know how much he's missed you. Maybe a little too eager since he's not exactly quiet about it.
You open the door to see Reiner already sitting up in bed with the company of Pieck and Porco. “By the way, Reiner… You oughta see Gabi and the others. They're worried about you.” Pieck mentions. “Think I will.” Reiner nods as he tries to stand up but you stop him.
“You're supposed to be resting.” You say softly, holding his arm to help him sit back down. “Oh it's the missus, how nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Porco comments sarcastically with his back turned to you. “Hello to you too, Pock.” You pat his head lightly.
“Quit calling me that.” He grumbles as he swats your hand away. You giggle as Reiner stares at him. “Galliard.” He warns. Pieck sighs, “He's just grumpy because he doesn't have anyone to care for him like that,” Pieck teases, sticking out her tongue towards Porco.
“Isn't that right?” Pieck lets out a high pitched laugh as she points to him. Porco glares back, “Yeah, like you're one to talk.” He frowns. Reiner clears his throat giving you a look, “I think you two should take your leave now.” Pieck pouts, “Awh, you're kicking us out already?”
“Gross.” Porco groans. Reiner chuckles, “No, no. I just want time alone with,” He pauses, taking your hand in his. “Your wife, we get it.” Porco rolls his eyes, making everyone laugh. “Jeez you're one lonely bastard.” Pieck grins as she drags Porco out.
“See ya!” She waves goodbye, closing the door behind her.
“Finally,” Reiner breathed out. “I thought they'd never leave.”
You smile as your hands move from his to his chest pushing him back slightly. “Impatient much?” You scoff lightly and he just smirks.
“Please darling,” He begs, tugging at your waist. “You don't know how much I've missed you.” He mutters. “Reiner… you should be recovering.” You raise your hand up to hold his face. “I know a couple ways you could help me recover quicker,” He winks. You poke at his chest making him hum in return.
“Reiner!” You frown. “What? I'm just saying–” You hear a banging on the door for a second before you hear a familiar voice, “We can still hear you!” Porco yells from the other side of the door making you freeze up as Reiner laughs. “Well make sure to listen real carefully.”
When He's Jealous…
[S4 E84 — 5:05]
Reiner is possessive, he's not afraid to be blunt. If he sees someone trying something he'll call them out on it. He couldn't care less if he was ridiculed over and over again but as soon as there's a bad thing said about you, he's ready to fight. Your safety and comfort is his number one priority.
Stolen glances and unspoken words, the atmosphere was tense. Things were quiet aside from the soft wind blowing and the bubbling stew Hange was making. You had caught Jean staring at you a few times, and it looked like Reiner had too by the death glare he was giving.
Hange picks up a potato, cuts through it a few times then drops it into the stew. They look up, sensing the glares being sent from both directions. “Can somebody help me? Or maybe stop staring at each other like that.” Hange speaks up, stirring the pot. The tension felt stifling as everyone decided to sit down.
Hange taps the wooden ladle against the metal cauldron signaling the food is done. “There, there. Come on, the stew is ready now. Let's eat!” Without another word, they grab bowls for everyone and start serving up. Barely anyone touches their food except for Jean who scarfs his portion down.
Jean sighs, tapping his spoon against the bowl and licking his lips. “This stew is delicious, Hange! Can I have more?” Hange nods with a gentle smile and reaches out to grab his bowl. “Yeah, there's plenty more!” Jean flashes a charming smile, looking in your direction.
You quickly look away, avoiding eye contact. He leans back taking a swig of the drink he was holding, some kind of alcohol you assume. Reiner clears his throat, sending another glare his way. “Be careful where you lay those eyes Jean boy.” He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"Look at you, a Marleyan dog, all bark and no bite.” Jean says dryly. Reiner's jaw tightens as he watches Jean stand up. He stretches his limbs a little bit before leaning down to taunt Reiner who was still sitting. “She's such a pretty girl, and to think she'd choose you? Shame.”
Jean smirks, clearly trying to get a rise out of Reiner. Unfortunately for you, he gave in. Reiner lunges forward at Jean, tackling him, taking the collar of his uniform in his hands. “Don't you dare talk about her in that way!” Jean grasps at Reiner's fingers trying to release his grip.
“That's Mrs. Braun to you.” Reiner grunts, raising his fist in the air ready to crash into Jean's face. "You don't deserve her, you murderer." Jean rasps, struggling to get the words out. Reiner huffs in response, “Oh yeah, like you're any better?” Just as he's about to punch Jean, you stop him.
You reach forward grabbing Reiner's forearm. “That's enough from the both of you!” Reluctantly, Reiner lets go of Jean with a heavy sigh. He gets up, straightening his uniform. After what seemed like slight hesitation Jean got up too, smoothing out his uniform. They both glare at each other before walking away.
"Jean! What about your seconds?!" Hange yells, trying to get his attention.
Jean ignores the calls of his name, walking further away. "You guys are so loud.." Levi rasps as he sits up, his hair messy. You give Hange a look before sheepishly nodding your head towards them. They give a little nod back almost as if telling you to go find Reiner and check on him.
After a little while of walking and calling Reiner's name, suddenly you bump into something. “There you are!” It was Reiner. His hands come up to hold your face, cupping your cheeks, “I'm sorry love, I got carried away. Jean always brings out the worst in me.” You hum basking in the warmth of his hands.
He lets go for a moment before pulling your body against his. Your hand rests on his heart, the steady rhythm calming you. He lets out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through your hair. “Don't let it happen again.” You grumble, poking his chest. “Can't promise that ma'am.” He lets out a hearty laugh as you slap his chest. “Alright, alright I'll try.”
When Around Others…
[S4 E61 — 9:02]
Reiner doesn't have many people he's close to, but despite that he has such an easy time bonding with the warrior kids, probably because of what he's been through. He sees himself in them and he wants to protect them in a way that no one did for him.
Reiner walks over to the kids, your hand in his. Gabi is the first one to react, running over to you two. “Reiner!” She squeals, gripping onto his coat. “You're okay to walk?” He nods, reaching out his hand to playfully ruffle her hair, making her swat his hand away in annoyance.
“Yeah. Are you guys alright?” The other kids are quick to rush over to him as well. They reply in order, first is Gabi, “Yup!” who eagerly grins. Next is Udo, “I guess.” who purses his lips, deep in thought. Then moving to Zofia, “Same old.” who shrugs nonchalantly.
And finally, he turns to face the boy standing alone. Falco, who looks shy at the sudden attention. He raises his hand up politely, “Hello.” He manages to get a word in before Gabi interrupts. “Hey! They said we're going back to Liberio!” She jumps excitedly.
“Let's walk around till then!” She grabs Reiner's arm, dragging him along. “Hey..” He huffs out. “We never get chances like this!” Gabi urges, tugging on his jacket. “Alright, alright.. calm down! We still have plenty of time.” He pats her head as she pouts.
“You haven't even acknowledged her yet.” Reiner mentions calmly. The young girl finally turns to you and gives you a big hug. “Mrs. Braun! We're having dinner at Auntie Karina's place tonight, are you able to join?” She asks excitedly.
“Yeah, are you able to, Mrs. Braun?” Reiner teases, sending you a wink. You giggle softly, “Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world.” Gabi does a small little celebration dance before running off to her friends. “I'm glad you two get along.” He squeezes your hand gently.
“They're good kids, they deserve to relax every once in a while.” You mention as you follow behind them, letting them roam around freely. “And don't think I didn't catch that.” You eye him, seeing the small smile he was biting back. “Catch what?” He smirks.
“You know what.” You roll your eyes at his words. His hand clenches at his chest dramatically as he makes a pained expression. “Don't tell me you didn't like being called Mrs. Braun!” You scoff lightly, “I'm just not used to it.” He stops in his tracks, grabbing a hold of your face. “Well, better get used to it.”
Levi Ackerman │ リヴァイ・アッカーマン
› “My love / love”
› “My wife”
› “Brat”
In General…
[S1 E22 — 20:59]
Levi is a guarded lover. He tries not to, but in his line of work he's forced to think about the ‘what-ifs’ of any situation and sometimes that bleeds into his relationship. Despite seeming standoffish, he has a soft spot for you. A soft spot that has more advantages than he'd like to admit. He trusts you enough to let you come close, something he would never let others do no matter what.
The Survey Corps had returned from the 57th expedition, and you could tell by the solemn expressions on everyone's faces and the significant drop in soldiers that it hadn't gone as planned. You were told by the higher-ups that Levi requested you to be left out of this expedition, he seemed to know something no one else did except maybe Erwin, Hange, and Miche.
Levi looked more pale than usual but his face remains the same stoic expression he always wears. You notice none of the squad members are with him, insinuating the worst. You couldn't help but wince upon noticing a man that you could only assume is Petra's father go up to Levi. The clueless man sheepishly holds up a letter, walking alongside Levi, painfully oblivious to his body language and lack of response.
Without a second thought, you push your way through the swarm of bodies until you reach them, stopping in front of them. Abruptly, the men both stop in their tracks, eyeing you. “Captain Levi, Commander Erwin is looking for you. It's urgent.” You spoke with the usual authority, hoping you sounded somewhat convincing since there was no real issue.
You send Levi a look with a very subtle nod of your head. He then turns to the man, “I better get going.” Levi replies curtly. The man in a slight panic responds, “Yes! Of course, you must be very busy! Sorry to bother.” And with a bow, he makes his way to the barracks.
— — —
“I'm surprised he actually believed you since you're not in uniform.” You look down, only just noticing you were wearing a messy apron covering otherwise very casual attire. “Oh god — I completely forgot! It slipped my mind since you had me stay at home..” You watched him silently as he sat down. He winced, clearly he'd hurt himself. “Let me make you some tea.”
He hums, looking relieved that you didn't ask him any questions, so you quietly made your way to the kitchen to make black tea, his favorite.
After a couple minutes you come back with a cup of tea, placing it down on a small plate. “It's been a while since you've called me captain,” He breaks the silence with a small quirk of his lips. “I'd like to keep it that way.” He eyes you knowingly. You let out a light scoff, playfully rolling your eyes as you let the tea steep, the dark liquid piping hot. “In my defense, I couldn't exactly call you my husband right then and there,”
You pause for a moment, remembering the stranger's words to Levi. “How could I? Especially when he was going on about how much his daughter wanted to marry you.” You could see his body tense slightly at the mention of Petra. The air felt stifling all of the sudden. He lets out a heavy sigh, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “So you heard that, huh?”
You look away, “Well he wasn't exactly whispering it.” There's a long pause, making the room feel both empty and oppressing. “It doesn't matter now, she's… in a better place.” He lets out another sigh, you watch as he leans forward in the chair. You gently reach out to hold his hand but he pulls away quicker than you realize. “Shit. I didn’t mean to, it's just— it's been a long day.”
You stare at him with genuine concern, as much as he loathes it. “Are you hurt anywhere?” You try reaching out again, your hand rests on his back without any reaction this time. “Let's just enjoy this time we have together, hm?” He hums softly, turning his head to look at you. “Levi,” You warn, frowning at him. “I'm fine. Don’t go off worrying about me. That's my job for you.”
You couldn't help but admire him, his features softer than normal. You notice the usual scowl isn't there, his eyes are tired, the corners of his lips relaxed, his sharp jawline that is just ever so slightly clenched— “What are you staring at, brat?” You quickly look away after he catches you staring. Your cheeks flushed with a dusky pink hue.
He reaches out to gently hold your face, making you look at him. His forefinger tucked under your chin while his thumb lightly swipes against your bottom lip. He pulls you in closer, so close you can feel his warm breath against your face. He leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips then resting his head against yours. “Thank you my love,” He leans back, just admiring you for a moment. “For staying with me, despite my… issues.”
During Intimate Moments…
[S4 E83 — 0:25]
Levi is known as humanity's strongest soldier, however that's not always the case. He doesn't let people get close enough to see his weak side. Fortunately, you are one of the few. You are there to witness his vulnerability and biggest fears without judging him. He doesn't like to rely on others, but if anyone at all, it's you.
You hum softly after you finished setting up a tent, now tending to the small fire in front of you. It's enough to keep you going for a few days. You turn to look at Levi, his breathing steady. You lay out some cloth to gently drag his body onto. You couldn't carry him with your strength alone.
You carefully unwrap the cape on his face that you stopped the bleeding with, letting out a shaky sigh. You've never seen him like this before, so fragile. You slowly take out each piece of debris from his face, you couldn't help but wince as you do. You then stitch up his face, securing it with bandages.
It pains you to see him like this. He's alive, yes, but at what cost? You took his shirt off to check for any other wounds but luckily found none. You decide on washing it while he's resting, knowing the last thing he would want is to wake up in blood-soaked clothes. He would lecture you if you didn't, clean freak.
You cover the rest of his body with the same cloth he's laying on and tug it up to his collarbones. You leave him to rest, turning away to look at the fire. Tucking your head between your knees, you start muttering to yourself. “What to do now..? Maybe we should just live here together.”
You couldn't resist looking back at him, admiring how peaceful he looked after everything. “I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you.” You whisper, just barely audible.
All of a sudden, you hear movement. Thinking it was someone coming after you two again, you reach for the gun you used to wipe out two other scouts. But then, in the corner of your eye, you see him trying to sit up. “Levi!” You were shocked to see him moving so easily so soon.
“That beast piece of shit… where is he?” You grab his shoulders, laying him back down gently. “You should be resting.” He huffs, reluctantly agreeing. “You shouldn't be worrying about him right now. Especially not in your current condition.” You scold, making him scoff. “If we run and hide, what will be left?”
You look away, knowing he's right. “Oh.. I guess you heard me talking to myself.” You look back and watch him nod, slowly closing his eyes. “Hey, no falling back asleep yet.” He frowns for a quick moment before opening them again. “Just because I'm injured doesn't mean you're suddenly the boss of me.”
“Yes it does. You're in no shape to talk.” You watch his eyes soften as they meet yours. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You pause, he looks so tired. He ignores your question and instead pats the ground next to him. “Lay down, next to me.” It came out more of a command than a suggestion.
“I have to keep watch in case someone comes after us.” He ignores you again and opens his arms. “...Please?” You stare at him, dumbfounded. “Did you just say please? Are you begging? Is the Levi Ackerman really—” You splutter, eyes widening as you process the word.
“Shut up and come over here before I change my mind.. and don't get used to it either.” You lay down with him. He pulls you closer so your face is snuggled into his chest, with his hand gently resting on top of your head. “Brat.” He mumbles into your hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
You try to look up at him but his hand on your head prevents you from doing so. Instead you listen to his breathing and heartbeat, both steady. The sound calming enough to lull you. You didn't realize you were crying until he reached out to wipe the lone tear from your cheek. “..I almost lost you.” You whisper.
“I couldn't accept that. I couldn't leave you on your own, you know that.” It's silent for a few moments before he speaks up. “I know, don't cry.” His grip on you tightens, cradling your head. “We're safe here, for now.” He places a soft kiss on your head. “No matter what happens, I'll protect you.”
When He's Jealous…
[S4 E87 — 3:15]
Levi is the protective type. Not protective in the overbearing sense, but in a way that allows you to handle yourself without him stepping in. However, he'll be there if things get heated. Handling it without making a scene. A man whose jealousy is quiet. Always on guard, keeping an eye out.
“Oi, don't walk off too far. Especially you.” Levi mentions to Eren, giving him a stern look. Eren nods, walking off with Mikasa and Armin. Levi sighs as you both walk over to Hange and Onyankopon. “Just how many times have we told them to keep a low profile?”
“No one would've thought they're the “devils” from that island.” Hange comments, eyes softening. Levi turns to you, “There's no telling what'll happen, so stay close to me.” You hum, nodding. “Hey there, kiddo!” A big figure appears behind Levi, his eyes widened in horror.
“Would you like some sweet, tasty candy?” You attempt to suppress a giggle as Levi glares at you. “I'm talking to you.” The strange clown whispers in Levi's ear, making him turn around. “That's a cool look! Are you kiddos playing gangster?” He grins, holding out a lollipop.
Suddenly you feel someone bump into you, making you fall over. You hold your hands out to steady yourself but end up scraping your palms instead. You mutter a curse before looking up to see a young man, maybe around Levi's age, holding out his hand.
“I'm sorry, are you okay?” The stranger asks with a polite smile. Instead of taking his hand, you push yourself off the ground, brushing off the grime from your hands. “Allow me to get you something to make up for it.” You watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few coins.
“Oh no that's okay, I'm here with my husband—” The man interrupts mid sentence. “What husband? I don't see a ring on your finger.” You open your mouth to speak then close it not even a second later. You look down at your fingers, no band in sight.
Not that it was any of the stranger's business but you couldn't exactly afford a ring during a time like this. You clear your throat, shaking your head lightly. “Well.. I just lost him in the crowd, he's somewhere around here. I'm sure he wouldn't want me wandering around.”
The man steps closer, ignoring your personal space. “Who cares what he wants? You should be thinking for yourself.” You step back, trying to subtly make some space. “Oh! Uh…” You tense up and it's obvious. You couldn't outright tell this stranger you were on an infiltration mission.
You feel a hand wrap around your forearm and pull you back. “Ahh! There you are!” Familiar hands wrap around your shoulders, as they rock you gently. Hange had come to save the day, of course not without Levi. “Who are you?” The man asks with a displeased look on his face.
Hange hums in confusion, tilting their head, before letting go of your shoulders and reaching out their hand to be shaken. “Hange Zoë, Section Commander of the scouts!” Your eyes widen hearing the scouts mentioned but no one outside the walls would have any idea. Seeing the man's face also confirmed it for you.
The man blinks a few times before letting out a flat, “...What?” Just then, Levi's fist collides with the man's face as he falls to the ground with a sickening crunch. And like that, he's out cold. “That's for touching my wife.” Levi scowls, straightening his suit jacket before turning to you. “Did he hurt you at all?”
Hange asks as they check your face for any abnormalities. You shake your head. Levi just stares, standing in front of you. You watch as his eyes travel up and down your body, also checking if you're hurt but not so hands on. He then grabs your wrist with a firm pressure, carefully examining your palms, a little bloodied from landing on the concrete too hard.
“Care to explain this?” You wince as his fingertips glide over the scrapes, stinging a little. “He bumped into me and I fell over, that's how we got to talking.” Levi sighs, pulling a cloth out from his chest pocket. “Tch. That prick.” He huffs, his disapproving voice vastly different from the way he softly wipes your hands with his handkerchief.
“Damn bastard is lucky he got away with just a broken nose.” His jaw clenched, the grip on your wrist gets a little tighter. You look down to see your hands clean so you reach up to hold his face softly. “I'm okay now.” He fingers wrap around your wrist once again, “You don't have to comfort me, I'm not the one who just got hit on by some slimy fuck.”
Hange giggles to themselves before hiding their face behind their fingers, peeking through. “Jeez guys, get a room!” Finally realizing how close you'd gotten, Levi lets go of your wrist and turns away. He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. “Shut up, four-eyes. Let's get back to the task at hand.”
When Around Others…
[S3 E49 — 15:20]
Levi is a high rank among the scouts, a captain a lot of rookies look up to. Whether he wants to or not, his relationship isn't exactly something he can openly brag about. He doesn't hide it, but he'll leave subtle hints that get people talking. The last thing he wants is to be bombarded with questions about his love life.
You'd been standing at the door for a while now, watching Jean and Eren go at it, spewing insults and punching each other. You wonder when it'll finally stop. “Oi, what are you doing up this late?” You turn to see Levi walking towards you. A scowl rests on his face but his eyes are just slightly softer than normal.
“I could say the same to you.” You hum. “The usual. Stacks and stacks of paperwork. I could use a break.” He stares at you for a moment, looking away when you finally speak. “You might not get one.” You murmur, his eyes follow where you're looking only to see the young boys fighting. “Tch. Damn brats.” He walks off to go stop them.
By now, the boys are tired. Both of them are barely fighting back, they both look pale and sweaty. The cheers that were taunting them have mostly calmed down too. “Hey.” Levi kicks Eren and punches Jean in the stomach making them both roll around in pain. “You're all too damn rowdy.” He grumbles, “Go to sleep.”
Someone threw up, you couldn't quite see who, you assume Jean. You watch his expression change slightly, clearly displeased at the mess. “And clean that up.” He orders. “Yes, sir!” All the soldiers salute in unison, quickly scurrying away. He makes his way back to you, looking more annoyed than before until his eyes land on you.
“Don't you think that was a little harsh?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “They needed to be taught a lesson.” You grab his hand, guiding him outside. “What, a lesson that violence is the answer?” He gives you a look making you giggle. “Kidding, of course.” He stops walking, also making you stop. “What is it?” He lets out a heavy sigh.
“No matter what happens tomorrow, promise me you'll be safe.” He gives your hand a firm squeeze, his grip tighter than before. “Levi, I—” A sudden noise grabs your attention, you look around to see everyone staring at you with big eyes. “Oi brats, we can see you from over here.” Levi huffs, letting go of your hand.
Everyone tries to run away but in the process they somehow end up falling on top of each other, making you laugh at their failed attempt. “What are you guys even doing out here? Were you spying on us?” You gasp, realizing they are. “Well… there's a rumor you guys are together, we wanted to see if it was true.” Armin explains, sheepishly.
“And I wonder who started it.” Levi's jaw tightens, knowing he'll reprimand Hange for it later. “Captain, is it true?” Eren asks. Levi lets out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing there's no way out of this. “Anyone with eyes would be able to tell I love this woman, she's my wife after all.”
Chaos quickly breaks out, voices muffle together with how many things are being said at once. "Congratulations." Mikasa is the first to offer a tight-lipped smile. "Since when?!" Eren gives his captain a bewildered look, almost as if he can't believe Levi is capable of loving someone.
"You're telling me you have a wife before I do?” Jean looks at Levi like he's borderline offended. "Awe you guys are so cute together!" Armin smiles enthusiastically, his doe eyes sparkling. "Wait, wait! How long have you been married, let alone dating!?" Sasha looks like she's about to burst with excitement.
"Hold on, does this mean you guys fuck?" Connie finally pipes up and unfortunately for him, everyone goes quiet. "Connie!" Sasha punches his shoulder. He holds his hands up in defense. "Ow! Sorry, sorry...it was a genuine question!" Another punch, to his stomach, this time followed by a grunt.
“I'm not answering any of that, now go to bed. All of you.” They all let out an ‘awe’ in disappointment. Reluctantly, they make their way back to the barracks. “That includes you too, my love.” He whispers the last part so the kids can't hear it. He gives your forehead a quick peck. “Hey! I saw that!” Connie shouts out. “Bed, now.”
Ugh I love the idea of being fought over. Inspired by @xxwinterknightxx comment on my last post
Marco is your gay best friend. Yes he is gay... he does like guys and has only ever dated a guy, Armin, and it lasted a year before an amicable breakup to focus on their separate career paths post college
But Marco is bisexual... he likes girls too. He figured that out the day he realized you always came to mind when Armin would kiss him. Marco thought it was internalized homophobia, maybe it was how comfortable he is with you, how he shares everything of note with you
But he's realized, horribly enough, by talking to Jean about his crush on you that Marco has always loved you
Marco listens to Jean say you have the best smile and Marco wonders if Jean's noticed which side of your lip you bite before laughing, how you position your hands to cover your mouth, which parts of your face crease depending on how funny a joke was
There's this urge Marco has to almost quiz Jean. Like he has to prove he could like you like Marco loves you
Jean just thinks his best friend is protective of you, since Marco and you go back even further than Jean and Marco
Also idk yet why they haven't met. We'll figure it out later. Maybe you went to a different college or smth
But Marco is so in love with you and knows you're convinced he only likes men. Marco even tries to act manly but only gets teases for it. Both you and Jean ask if he has a crush on a guy who's into cars when he changes his own flat
You even make jokes about Marco getting with Jean. Little do you know they both want you!
Marco is a rough competitor too. He is attentive in a way Jean cannot beat because he's THAT observant. Marco also gives the best advice in the world cause of it. Jean is observant too, but he can get in his own way. He's worried about not being enough and hasn't learned to stand fully in himself. Marco is not only concerned by the light you see him in, but he knows he's fighting against your idea of him for so long. Jean is still fidgeting and Marco knows he's running out of chances to change this big thing you have already in your head.
Marco knows Jean is the only man who could come close to as good as what you deserve. Marco even thinks Jean is better for you than he could even be. He has some insecurities too...
Marco is an Angelica type and Jean is an Eliza (if Eren were here he'd be Eliza and Jean would be Angelica). Hope the Hamilton reference is understood lol
But Marco, despite wanting you more than even his dream job, wouldn't take you from Jean if you two fell in love. He wouldn't do what Eren did to Jean, snatching the girl he loves away
But if Jean ever caught on, knew Marco loves you like a lover and not a friend, he'd never be able to ask you out and strip Marco of someone so compatible with him
But also... could add the angst of Jean stepping down and you getting with Marco to realize you two aren't meant to be lovers
Could instead or even also add the angst of you and Jean hooking up as maybe coworkers and that's how reader realizes Marco is what connects the three of them, making him being pushed out extra painful
But anyway. Solution is reader having two perfect boyfriends if I want this to have a happy ending...
Have you ever thought about making some bf jean headcannons ? 🧸
ꕥ some jean kirstein headcanons ꕥ
(these mainly apply to my book): ao3 | wattpad
ෆ he will always opens the door for you no matter where you are. he’ll get mad if you even lift your hand to attempt to do it yourself. there are no exceptions for this.
ෆ he has a traffic rule. if you are walking on the sidewalk or through a parking lot he will always make sure that you are on the inside of him, the furthest away from the cars.
ෆ any song you show him he will later add it to a private playlist he has when you’re not around that’s titled. her. & it’s everything he can’t listen to the same anymore because of you. sometimes he will go in late night drives just to listen to it.
ෆ when he’s focused on an art piece he won’t let anyone bother him / distract him. he locks his door & hides away with his record player. you are the exception to this fact.
ෆ he will get you flowers just because he saw them & they made him think of you. he always places a fake one inside so the bouquet can never “fully” die.
ෆ picture of you in his wallet, always. in the front clear part for everyone to see.
ෆ jean is stingy with his belongings, someone who doesn’t like to share (only child syndrome). he is mainly this way with the boys but he will always share with you no matter what it is. food, clothes, etc. what’s his is yours. this pisses connie tf off.
ෆ when out on a date at a restaurant & placed in a booth he will always sit on the same side of you. he wants your closeness. needs your closeness.
ෆ he has a thing for your back. when laying in bed with him he will trace across the canvas of it, his fingers painting something invisible. sometimes he will have you guess what he’s tracing. if you guess right, he kisses you there with praise.
ෆ when you stay the night together, he is always the first to wake up. he will always have coffee waiting for you when you finally rise, just how you like it.
ෆ he’s a feminist. women’s rights are just as important as if they were his own.
ෆ he’s absolutely geeked over naruto. an absolute nerd about it. he keeps that to himself though. him & marco would always fight over who was hokage when they were little.
ෆ he will show up randomly at your house sometimes just to see you, even if it’s for ten minutes. you’ll ask him what he’s doing here & he’ll say “oh, i was just in the area so i figured i’d stop by” when in reality he wasn’t anywhere near at all he just wanted to be in your company even for a short while.
ෆ he acts hard and tough, an idgaf attitude, but is truly the most caring most gentle boy in the universe. he is made of love.
how would attack on titan characters behave while traveling, specifically via plane?
notes: first, i am so sorry, this is based on me traveling mainly out of america, so i don't know the equivalents to things like TSA PreCheck or whatever, please forgive my ignorance. second, i'm so sorry this is so long, i just kept writing and writing. i think you can tell who my favorites are just by the length so sorry loll.
will get flagged by security because of the full water bottle he left in his backpack
wouldn't be early but wouldn't necessarily be late... somehow gets the luck of getting there just in time (even if he shouldn't)
refuses to check a bag to save money/time, so he crams his clothes into a single carry-on
doesn't charge his phone before leaving the house so he has to find awkward places to charge it
would be staring out the window of the airport gate at the people loading the luggage, arms crossed, foot tapping in impatience
"why are they taking so long? the plane is here, why can't we just get on?"
eren would be the person to crowd the gate, even if his group wasn't called
within 20 minutes in the air, he is going to get restless. he will constantly shift around, bumping into you, stealing your snacks (that you haven't even opened yet btw)
but eventually he falls asleep with his head slumping heavily on your shoulder
the second you walk out of the sliding airport doors into the fresh air, his mood completely flips
impatience vanishes, he tosses your bag on his shoulder, grabs your hand with a big goofy grin on his face and says,
"finally. let's go do something."
Armin Arlert
arrives four hours early to the airport
if it is an international flight, he has the passports, boarding passes (two additional physical copies just in case), and custom travel insurance documents neatly organized in a small travel pouch around his neck
he would go through security smoothly. he paid attention to the instructions, his liquids would most definitely all be under 3 oz
would know the flight number of the aircraft by memory before you even leave for the airport
while sitting at the gate, armin would have the incoming plane pulled up to make sure there are no delays
would also have the weather app on standby to reference if he sees any delays
if there is a delay, he would smoothly adjust to it. he wouldn't be anxious, just updates you that you guys will have time to make your connection but it might be a bit tighter
he is secretly passionate about the "stand on the right, walk on the left" for escalator etiquette
he won't say anything, but if he sees that someone in front of him is blocking the left part of the stairs with their luggage, and someone is trying to get past them, he will get quietly stressed on their behalf
he would buy a noise-canceling headphone splitter so you guys can both watch a movie on his tablet
he would also pack any medicine if you are nervous on flights or get airsick
if you are a nervous flyer, he would always hold your hand, allowing you to squeeze it hard every time there is turbulence
Levi Ackerman
refuses to travel without TSA PreCheck or CLEAR (or your country equivalent)
will be a very uptight travel partner
visibly tense in the security line, glaring at people who take too long to take off their shoes
he would visibly wince when someone coughs near him (honestly, he would be wearing a mask on a plane and in the airport)
will wipe down the security bin before putting his items in
levi would lock eyes with the person who sneezed or coughed too loud and give them a death glare
refuses to let anyone touch his phone or passport; he will hold it up to the scanner himself at the exact angle and the screen on the right brightness
he will not relax a single muscle until you are both sitting in your seats with your seatbelts fastened and in the air
will sanitize every inch of that airplane row – window, armrest, headrest, table, that knob for the table, the seats, etc. – with his own pack of sanitizing wipes; will almost use the whole pack
i think he would prefer the aisle seat, not wanting to feel trapped by people
if he were to sleep on the plane, it would be upright, arms crossed, wearing a black silk eye mask and noise-canceling headphones
if people try and crowd the baggage claim belt he will speak up:
"step back so people can see"
Jean Kirstein
he would be obsessed with the idea of airport lounge access; the ones you can access if you use your credit points, or get first class or whatever
he would be in a comfy but fashionable fit, wanting to 'fit in' to the lounges
jean would feel so bougie getting free snacks and sipping on prosecco as he watches the tarmac
would constantly be checking that he has everything,
he is terrified of missing a connection and looking like a clueless traveler in front of you
if the gate suddenly changes to a different concourse, he would get wildly flustered and it would honestly ruin his "premiere access lounge" vibes
if jean is traveling with his friends and not just with you, he would be constantly snapping at them for moving too slow or wandering
if you guys have a lot of time (like a long layover) and he didn't splurge on a lounge, he would drag you to the luxury stores, dousing himself (and sampling on you) three different designer colognes he can't afford yet
when he is in the air, he is checking his watch every 15 minutes
if there is seatback entertainment, it would stay on the flight map to see how much longer (which only makes it longer...)
you would have to eventually distract him with a movie or tv show you want to watch together, just because he was getting on your damn nerves with the constant checking of time
jean would make sure that you are comfortable the whole time
he would most likely get an exit row for his legs
when the beverage cart comes around he already knows what you'll want and order drinks for you guys (and if you are asleep when snacks comes around he always knows which one you would pick)
in between his restlessness, he would definitely be the type to take a cute mid-flight selfie, putting his arm around your shoulders
will control the air-vent and make sure its the right temperature for you
idk why i also imagine him having the neck pillows as well
the MINUTE you land, he immediately turns his phone off of airplane mode and confirms Uber/Lyft and/or the hotel reservation
the second you push through the sliding glass exit doors and step into the fresh air, he lets out a huge, dramatic exhale of relief
right in the middle of the busy curb, he will stop dead in his tracks, loop an arm around your shoulders and pull you tightly into his side to press a long, warm kiss to the side of your head
when he pulls back, he will brush a stray hair out of your face, looking down at you with a proud smirk on his face
"told you i'd get us here in one piece. welcome to vacation, babe."
Reiner Braun
refuses to let you lift a finger, will carry every single bag
is adamant about using long-term parking and having to circle the garage for 20 minutes to find a spot near the shuttle pickup or near the exit
on the shuttle-- would stand the entire ride, holding onto the overhead strap while using his body to shield you and the luggage from the crowd; would smile politely at every person who squeezes past him and apologizes if he is in the way
he gets nervous about overpacking, hoping that the bag isn't over the weight limit
when going through security he is trying to be the most efficient in line, not wanting to annoy the agents, but he gets so nervous he doesn't realize the certain rule changes and gets flustered when they yell at him for taking out his laptop because some places don't ask for it
"sorry, sir, my mistake, so sorry"
he will spend the next 10 minutes repacking his bag at the re-dressing station while profusely apologizing to you for slowing things down
would be the "gate dad" where he will stand by the window before the flight watching the baggage handlers load luggage onto the plane
would track the bags
also would make sure that you have enough snacks and water for the ride
got stuck in a standard economy seat for his first flight with you; he didn't complain once, even though his knees are pressed against the seat in front of him. instead, he is focused on making sure that you have enough space
after that, you made sure to upgrade your seats at least a little bit to make the journey more comfortable, because you know that he would never spend the money on the upgrades to benefit himself
but, if you mention once how it is your dream to fly first class at least once, he will save for that and even try just giving you first class while putting himself in economy. when you caught wind on that you had to take matters into your own hands again
on return, he will run ahead to the car to turn the AC/heat on and pull right up to the curb so that you don't have to walk to the parking garage
the moment you step through those sliding glass doors into the fresh air, he lets out a deep, heavy, happy sigh, his shoulders instantly dropping all that built-up airport tension
he sets the heavy luggage down and pulls you into the biggest, warmest, bone-crushing hug, lifting your feet slightly off the ground as he buries his face in your neck
he would just hold you like that for a long, quiet moment amidst all the curb chaos, letting out a soft laugh and whispering against your skin how happy he is that it's finally just the two of you
Bertolt Hoover
would be sweating profusely in the security line because he is terrified he accidentally packed a forbidden item he didn't even know existed
will double check his pocket for his passport every three minutes, convinced it magically vanished into thin air since the last time he checked
poor guy would be extremely self-conscious about his height in the crowded terminal, constantly ducking his head and apologizing to anyone he even slightly steps near
he would be highly sensitive to airport noise and crowds; would sit quietly at the gate, nervously picking at his fingers until it's time to board
gets stuck with horrible legroom ofc, but would rather suffer in dead silence for six hours than ask the person in front of him not to recline their seat
if you fall asleep on his arm or shoulder, he will not love a single muscle for the rest of the entire flight; even if his whole side becomes numb, he refuses to wake you up
whenever the plane hits slight turbulence, he stiffens up completely, his hands gripping the armrests while he glances at you with wide, nervous eyes to see if you're calm
quietly shares his stash of mints or motion sickness pills with you the second he notices you looking even slightly uncomfortable
minute you guys step into fresh air, he lets out a huge, trembling exhale, his tall fame relaxing as he wipes a bit of nervous sweat from his forehead
at the curb he would offer you a gentle, sweet, relieved smile, looking at you with so much warmth before asking:
"you doing okay? not too tired?"
he would take your luggage, ducking his head with a slight blush as he takes your hand, softly squeezing your fingers
Erwin Smith
pre booked private black car to get to the airport
before the car even pulls up to the airport, erwin finishes his last work email, turns his phone notifications to "Do Not Disturb" and closes his laptop, turning to you
"my attention belongs entirely to you now"
and he means it, no secret checking of emails for the rest of the trip
will get the most exclusive airline lounge
when you are in the plush leather armchair, he brings you your favorite foods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple
"take a deep breath, my dear. the vacation has officially begun"
has priority status so you guys get to be one of the first ones to baord
will effortlessly chat with airport staff to get you seat upgrades
never loses his cool during mishaps
this man will have everything handled, absolute zero stress while traveling
if a flight issue arises, he steps up to the counter, offers a warm, captivating smile, and addresses the agent by the name on their badge; within three minutes, the agent has magically bypassed three policy rules, bumped you both to First Class on the next available flight, and hand him vouchers for dinner
the agent would literally look like they would follow erwin into battle by the time he leaves the counter
will be in first class most of the time
makes sure your champagne or drink of choice is always filled
sipping on it while either reading a book or newspaper
during takeoff he would hold your hand and give you a calm, reassuring smile
when the plane reaches the gate, he steps out into the aisle first, grabs your bags and extends a hand to help you up from your seat, holding you close by his side as you walk off the plane
(HE ALSO COULD LITERALLY OWN HIS OWN PRIVATE JET AND STUFF YOU NEVER KNOW WITH THAT MAN)
Marco Bodt
he prints out a small, cute physical copy of your travel plans and folds it into your passport cover
includes handwritten notes like
"flight departs @ 10:15-- don't forget to grab your jacket" w/ a little smiley face
bring reusable water bottles so you don't have to pay 18 dollars for a bottle of water in the airport
he has a "just in case" first-aid kit
motion sickness medicine, band-aids, pain relievers,, tissue packs, hand sanitizer
would also pack snacks and make sandwiches
but of course, if you want some candy he will gladly buy you that overpriced candy
he is super polite to everyone he sees– thanking the airport workers with a huge smile and wishing them a wonderful day, holding doors open for families with strollers
he likes you having the window seat so he can watch you watch the clouds
he would lean over slightly, resting his cheek against yours to look out the window with you, whispering:
"look how small the houses look down there"
OR
"look! that is that one place that i really want to go to!"
makes sure you have whatever you need to help you fall asleep (neck pillow, earplugs, blanket, eye mask, etc.)
will diligently check to make sure you don't leave a single item behind when leaving the plane
as you walk down the jetbridge, he keeps his hand on the small of your back to help guide you through the crowd
walking out into the city, marco would take your hand, give you a warm squeeze, and look at you with so much admiration,
"we made it. ready to have the best time ever?"
Connie Springer
will likely forget to take off his belt and get stopped through security
has a huge stuffed backpack and would be unaware of how much space it takes up and whack people in the face accidentally when he turns around quickly
he loves the seatback entertainment screen
he will play the multiplayer trivia game with random strangers or any of the games
if he loses on a trivia round he was confident in, he would physically lean forward in his seat to try and spot who “passenger 12b” is in the cabin, muttering
"there's no way they knew that faster than me. they are definitely cheating."
he would laugh out loud at movies and try to show you and explain the funny scene to you even though you are watching your own movie
will keep trying to feed you with his stash of candy throughout the flight
gets overly excited about anything offered for free on the plane
would be the type to stand up right away when you land and just give you an excited smile
he would also try to do those tiktok airport/travel hacks
brings an empty pillowcase stuffed full of extra clothes because
"airlines don't count pillows as bags, guys!"
(it barely zips shut and looks like a sack of laundry)
the second those sliding doors open and the fresh air hits, connie would drop his luggage onto the pavement and let out a loud, dramatic:
"WE MADE IT"
he would immediately grab you by the waist, spin you around in a big, chaotic hug, and planting a dramatic, noisy kiss right on your cheek, making people walking past turn and laugh
Porco Galliard
would complain about slow walkers, loud kids, and overpriced coffee
porco can’t hide his annoyance in the airport security line
he would roll his eyes, cross his arms and mutter just loud enough for you to hear
“first time in an airport? amazing.”
you have to elbow him in the ribs to make him quiet
if people are crowding at the gate, he will loudly complain within earshot of the crowd
“group 4 isn’t even called yet, why are people crowding”
along similar lines, if a family or group abruptly stops right in front in the middle of the walkway, he will loudly exclaim
“move it or pull over”
much to your embarrassment
but he has a system at the airport
he knows the best ways to get to the gates, the best store to get a water, and exactly where the terminal connector is without even looking at the map
when the cabin gets cold, he sets his leather jacket over you
he would immediately just try to go to sleep
you would lean your head on his shoulder and his arm would automatically wrap firmly around you, pulling you in close for the rest of the flight.
the second you step out of the jetbridge into the chaotic terminal, he lowkey acts like your personal body guard
he would take your hand in a firm, unbreakable grip, using his shoulders to carve a direct path through the slow-moving crowds, basically shielding you from anyone bumping into you
the only time he would let his guard down would be when you guys finally get into the uber and close the doors.
he would give you a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek now that the travel chaos is over
you lay down the cake in front of him, a bundle of candles in hand. reiner smiles sweetly at you, peering up from his seated position. his gaze looks like a prayer through his thick eyelashes. you light one of the candles and press it down into the frosting.
he waits for the normal ceremony of blowing out the candles and making a wish, but little does he know that's not the plan at all. you subtly lay the extra candles down on the table, reiner doesn't notice when all of his friends take one.
bertholdt lights the second candle and reiners smile fades as he realizes something's off, "my wish for you is that all the happiness that you bring to others comes back to you."
reiners lips part slightly as shock takes over. bertholdt sticks his handle next to the one you lit as annie does the same. she clears her throat, undoubtedly trying to hide her own emotions.
"i wish that your birthday is as bright as you are."
reiner mumbles a small thank you as he watches the flames flicker on the candles. you can tell he's not quite sure what to do with himself at all of the affection. you're beaming at the thought of him getting used to all the love over time.
then erens wish, "my wish for you, is that you stop beating me every time at basketball."
small laughter erupts as every one of his friends does the same, wishes of his happiness and success, his career and fortune, his love for you. the whole time, you watch reiner. by this point, reiner can't stop the tears that fall. you can't keep your eyes off of him.
you reach over, lighting the candle from one of the others. you smile softly, trying to choke back the threatening tears. he stares at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. you take a deep breath.
"my wish for you," you begin, the familiar lump in your throat appears, "is to live a long and beautiful life with me."
once all the candles are set and the once empty cake shines bright with all of his loved one's wishes, it's time for him to blow them out so they can come true. you rest your hand on his shoulder and lean your body against his.
with one long and shakey breath, he blows out all of the candles. in the darkness, you plant a delicate kiss on his forehead and mumble so quietly that only he can hear.
Local outlaw highkey pissed that the law is hiring him to hunt down his former business partner. Carnage, shenanigans, and romance ensued in the badlands of Marley.
If anyone here follows my twitter, then you'd know I've been heavily involved in Resident Evil since RE9's release. My friend, twt@/tsutokki, and I mentioned how Jean is very Leon, and, as someone who loves AU's, this happened.
