The streets of Shiganshina were hushed as Levi approached Mikasa's cottage. Over three years had passed since the Rumbling, but the ghosts of their losses still haunted them.
Levi knocked on the weathered door. When Mikasa opened it, her haunted eyes met his.
"Tch, glad you don't look as gloomy as you used to when he was around," Levi remarked.
Wordlessly, Levi extended a bouquet of flowers.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save him," he rasped.
"You've nothing to apologize for," Mikasa whispered, lips trembling. She pulled him into a fierce embrace.
When she drew back, Mikasa gazed at the crushed flowers. "I'm sorry about these."
"They served their purpose," Levi said, mouth quirking.
Mikasa's answering smile reminded him of her defiant youth. "Getting sentimental in your old age?" she teased.
"Tch. Still stronger than you, Ackerman," Levi retorted.
Their banter felt comforting, familiar. As their eyes met, Levi felt the possibility of something more. Perhaps together, the last Ackermans could find healing and second chances.
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Omg, I finally turn one of many ideas into a fic. I'm gonna be honest, I've used AI but the idea was my own. I made a lot of changes to make it resonate with their characters and my idea for this fic. It's super short but I wanted it to be just about this specific moment of our moon couple.
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Prompt 218
“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!”
Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside.
He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude.
“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?”
Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere.
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