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You sighed contently as you finally settled back against the trunk of the tree. "Finally, some time to relax..." You muttered. You'd been helping Hanji all morning, with her experiments on that poor Jaeger kid. He looked just as tired as you as he gave you a small wave, walking back inside the castle. It was dusk, so the sun was setting over Wall Rose. You smiled and closed your eyes, planning just to rest for a bit before going to bed. "HEY! (F/N), (F/N), HEY IT'S ME, HANJI!" A shrill voice called out. You shut your eyes tighter, as if not being able to see her would block out her sound. You groaned and opened your eyes, turning your head s

A languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the  dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens. "Guess it's a snow day." You murmured softly. A soft murmur was Rivaille's only reply. You relished the infrequent morning such as this. Normally Rivaille was gone for work before you

The familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband  looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below. A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back. "I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him. His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration o

"You're filthy." Rivaille looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with discontent at your current state. Mud caked your boots, your shirt and jacket clung to your skin like a second skin. Your hands were scraped, and there was a bruise beginning to bloom on your temple. "What the hell happened to you?" Rivaille hissed, seizing your arm and bringing it up to his face to inspect the blood running down your wrists from the lacerations on the heel of your palms. "I banged into a tree." You muttered, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now. Yet, despite the current situation, you found yourself smiling with amusement at Rivaille's annoyance. "W

"Corporal knows French?" You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape. Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot." Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?" Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!" Jean looked less than convinced. "Re