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Valentitans Day (Eren,Levi,Jean)

A/n: Happy Valentines day! I'm one of many who surely love you, always remember that. Just this once I'm making a small set of oneshots in one chapter.

Levi:

You hummed a certain tune as your strode towards the corporal's office. It was strange considering you'd long since eradicated such a habit to avoid remarks of annoyance from the very squad leader mentioned. Still, it was involuntary as there was an oddly cheerful and excited buzz about hq today and it was not until you glanced at the date of the document in your hands that you pinpointed why- Valentines Day. A smile curved at your lips in realisation; though you were a mere singleton yourself- there was a certain joy to be taken from seeing your fellow comrades so happy. After the recent expedition, they deserved it, they really did. Your fingers knitted into a fist as you prepared to knock, a grin of greeting plastered on your lips in preparation, not that it'd be returned. Despite his cold demeanour, Levi was (aside from strikingly handsome dare you say it) a noble and respectable man you'd come to admire on grounds much deeper than a fellow member of the military. Today of all days however, would further add salt to a wound earned by the fact that such affections were likely not mutual.

Before your hand touched it, the large door clicked open to wordlessly expose the raven haired male. Your eyes gracing his with a soft glance that met an alert and tireless one. You stood somewhat confused at the absence of his usual impersonal greeting, though he appeared rigid and uncomfortable as if disturbed from an important task. Not eager to anger the short captain you merely offered forward the documents addressed to him, the slightest brush of his pale skin against yours as he snapped them up sent a skip through your heartbeat. You pushed aside such childish thoughts- after all, you were closer in age to Levi that any of the lovestruck teens prancing about the building. You believed you should act as such if you wanted to ensure you maintained your current ranking. He stood inspecting the pages, one leg was pressed against the door to prop it open as he did so. Your thoughts instantly jumped to images of the strength he undoubtedly held- his work on the battlefield a conformation of such. Once again, the preservation of a professional mien was countering your emotions and thus led you to begin your departure. A voice immediately halted you before you'd taken even four steps down the hall. In your haste you forgotten a salute, though quickly rectified it. His head shook lightly in response, or possible disdain for the lateness of the gesture. Either way his focus remained trained on you, five words soon after leaving his lips.

"I have two requests for you," his weight shifted in an uncharacteristically jittery manner. You hesitantly lifted your line of sight to the same level of his.

"Yes captain?"

He produced a single letter from his pocket and placed it in your now outstretched palms. "Make sure Erwin signs this," for a moment there, you were so enamoured by his slate coloured pools that you didn't notice the extraction of a large petaled flower from that same pocket. You blinked hoping it were not your imagination, though the touch of his palm beneath yours as he bought the back of your hand to be gently contacted by his lips assured you it was a blissful reality. His brows knitted and his eyelids clenched as he savoured the moment you were sharing before allowing vision to provide him with a wondrous sight yet again. "Be my valentine, Y/n?" The softest smile twitched at his cheeks as the wine red flower contrasted with the s/c of the palm previously interlocked with his.

Eren:

"Jaeger on cooking duty? Pffft, remind me not to eat tonight!" You joked about with your friends at the expense of the sea eyed boy across from you. Jean nodded in agreement, blatantly savouring the final flew slurps of his soup in mockery. Eren rolled his eyes and turned away the pair, fearing a non existent blush may give them another opportunity to embarrass him. . He found no relief however as he stared about the mess hall; it seemed every table was littered with valentines gifts of as shapes and sizes, plenty of gushing faces could be seen accompanying them. He zoned out, somewhat cringing as you continued your banter with the lighter brunette. Many confused glances and murmurs from other cadets went unnoticed as you chuckled alongside Jean- unknowingly fuelling them further. To most other cadets you seemed to be a couple, though the lack of a valentines gesture perplexed them and made such a claim questionable. Though your behaviour was bewilderingly contrasting to those that didn't know of your close friendship. He was both rueful and thankful that the person he harboured such feelings for was merely excluded to the title of a close friend. Still, it worked no favours on his part either- it was then that he realised he had to make his own miracles, literally.

Jean ignored the defiant grumbles of his gut as you heartily devoured the dish in front of you. Eren smirked in satisfaction as you ate it, however even he couldn't deny he was surprised at his own previously undiscovered aptitude for work in the kitchen. "These carrots are good Eren, you dice them so well- better than how you diced that ten metre the other day," you commented with a jaw full of food. He clenched his lips in thanks at the compliment you gave, savouring it. With a deep breath to prematurely gather his courage he excused himself from the table and headed back to the room he'd slaved in all afternoon. With a delicate lifting of the small cloth covering he was relieved and somewhat shocked it'd remained untouched. Gently it was placed in the small box for transportation back to you.

Jean's curious palm was slapped away as you sheepishly raised the lid on the small container, your now bright scarlet cheeks soon mirrored by the gift's creator. A cake portioned for only you (something he'd ensured) bore a rich chocolate colour and crudely plastered white icing reading 'Be my Valentine? <3' You stared up at him, silent and still before shyly nodding. Your shocked persona was only temporary and soon after your usual witty habits returned with a single phrase.

"Guess you're really not such a bad cook after all..."

Jean:

Your rear end tingled with phantom pain as you strode down the hall, the sight of the stables haunting your every glance out the window. You hadn't dare step foot in there since your accident a few days prior- to say you couldn't put it behind you was a mere understatement. You liked animals, namely your trusty mount whom was usually loyal as ever no matter what she was faced with. However, it appeared even horses had off days and responded as such by bucking you off in front of in front of your fellow squad members. At the time it'd been all laughter and jokes, though now it felt as though you were tainting your soldier persona by allowing a mere fall to turn into a fear. Many times your friends had insisted you quite literally get back on the horse and overcome it, though you did nothing but refuse. They stopped insisting after awhile, perhaps heeding a lesson learnt from the very event that lead to this- if one refuses and you urge them on, you will get hurt.

Your focus returned to the tiny bloom in your palm and the note attached from an alleged secret admirer- a confused albeit warm smile making it's way to your lips as you read the instructions.

'Go to the mess hall. It's important.'
I

The single letter at the end was deemed an error, the thought of someone nervous over confessing to you made your heart flutter with hope- hope that it was a certain male with two toned locks you longed to stroke. If Eren were telepathic- he'd made some crude remark about him being the only horse you'd willingly ride at this point.

Disappointment flooded through you as you opened the doors to an empty hall, though were wide eyed at the sight of another delicately plucked flower resting in your usual place of seating.

'Meet me in the field behind the stables.'
Love

The rose and note joined it's twin in your left hand as you did as instructed by the note, evident excitement brewing within at the impending meeting of the person behind this all. Soon enough, your feet quickened their stride in anticipation as you stepped outdoors and headed towards the lush expanse that was your destination.

You blinked in both trepidation and admiration as Jean sat mounted atop the familiar burly form of the offending thoroughbred mare. His stature and build were accentuated by the late afternoon light- the third crimson rose in his outstretched palm making the moment seemingly the product of a fairy tale fantasy. You matched the flower as your attempted to claim it, eager to read the words on the final note. Once your palms interlocked however, you were forcefully pulled upward towards the saddle you longed to evade. Still, you oddly did not feel the need to fight against it and instead pushed upward on the stirrup to ensure a steady hold. Jean's broad shoulders rested against your front, you felt him turn and place the final gift alongside the other three;

'Ride with me, valentine?'
You

Your arms wrapped around his front in silent acceptance, you no longer felt fear at the thought of the horse below you beginning to move off. A palm gently brushed the steeds hindquarter in apology for thoughts now deemed stupid. Your frame rested against the male's as you both lurched in unison with the trotting mare's gait. Your e/c eyes rested upon the three notes, the scattered sentence of I love you soon mirrored to the sender in an audible manner.

"I love you too, Jean."

Lol these were pretty lame/rushed i'm sorry