|it is temari from shugo chara, only i made her blue!|
Follow My Orders. Reader x RivailleFollow My Orders. Reader x Rivaille by *SugoiKawaii-desu
Arms full of empty gas tanks, [Name] was in no particular hurry to get them filled; it was a slow day inside the wall and the Recon team had just come to replenish their dwindling stocks from a rousing few weeks of fighting Titans and, as always, making zero progress in furthering their understanding of their both their biological and pathological functions.
The [h/c]-haired cadet whistled to herself as she made her way to the pump station just inside when she waltzed passed an open door. She casually glances inside and continues on her way, though something catches her eye. Something tan and muscled. Someone's scarred, muscled back. That was muscled to the point where it wasn't horribly nasty, but fairly attractive.
She backed up and stood in the doorway just watching, their back faced [Name] and she simply stared with a small dribble of drool collecting on her lip. The person was winding medical cloth around their torso, clotting up a wound they might have contracted from battle.
Attack on Titan - Lance Corporal Rivaille x ReaderPain surged through your small body as you crashed right for the ground, rolling until finally a wall stopped you, only to have more pain come. You yelped at the impact as you finally made a stop.Attack on Titan - Lance Corporal Rivaille x Reader by ~Crysvic
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all! Struggling to sit up, you felt more pain course through her body as you attempted to sit up. You raised your small hand to your cheek where blood was running down to your neck. Damn. You could already feel the cuts and bruises that had formed from this fall.
All because you weren't paying attention. While on your way back to the gate with everyone else you had ran out of gas, thus making your horrible landing. Great. Right when they were retreating back to headquarters.
“Ow..” You mumbled as you stood up. Your whole body was in pain from the fall and you could already tell that you had broken some ribs.
This was more than bad. Everyone had to have gone back to the gate by now and you was all alone, unable to travel atop
Good Morning. [Rivaille x Reader]Good Morning. [Rivaille x Reader] by ~Gnostalgic-Void
"Rivaille, wake up. It's morning already."
Shaking the yet asleep man, [Name] tried to awoke him but to no avail. He threw mumbles here and there which you decided to ignore. After all, she knew he wasn't such a morning person.
The female sighed, and approached to the window and opened the window curtain. The sun bringing light at the darkened room. Groaning one more time, Rivaille finally woke up, still feeling drowsy.
"I'll change your clothes now.."
Changing his clothes, she figured out he was still asleep. As [Name] were buttoning his shirt, he was still asleep. Sighing yet again, the younger female shook him hoping that he would wake up widely this time.
"O-Oi! You need to wake up..!"
After countless of tries, Rivaille was finally wide awake. He was drinking his coffee and reading a newspaper of sorts, as usual every morning.
"Ah! Your lunch is on the table, don't forget it or else you'll get hungry. Oh! I almost forgot, what do you want for dinner?"
Minor Assistance. Reader x RivailleMinor Assistance. Reader x Rivaille by *SugoiKawaii-desu
Her gentle, feminine fingers tugged at the starch white cravat tied at his neck. His tips his chin up in order to make her job easier. Rivaille does not glance down at the smaller female but rather occupies his eyes with the painting on the wall adjacent. Typically, he tied his cravat himself (he was the only one that knew how to do it properly, after all.) but this girl, [Name] was ever so persistent on doing it, he decided to humor her this once.
She was humming a little tune, tugging at his jacked and shirt so they fit just right without too many wrinkles ruining his clean and put-together appearance. The weight in his feet shifted around, growing a little anxious and uncomfortable from her touching him for this long.
Sweeping a stray strand of [h/c] hair, [Name] pursed her lips and bit her bottom lip, tugging the white fabric through the last loop that she needed before spreading out the cravat nicely. A sigh of triumph whistled passed her lips and she placed her hands on he