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shingekinohyrulewrites · 3 months

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Lips of An Angel

You and Eren had dated, but the two of you were horrible for each other, and the relationship ended horribly. The both of you moved on, but a single phone call has the two of you falling into each other's lives again.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

A content warning for this : HEAVY SMUT, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR, MDNI, 18+ ONLY !!!

Just a reminder friends, toxic relationships are not healthy and should NOT be romanticised.

One thing that you had thoroughly enjoyed with Eren was the sex.

Man, oh man, was the sex great.

Sadly, the best sex that you two ever had came after the two of you had an argument, which was often. Eren was a very jealous man, and the two of you came to blows after a night out because he would always accuse you of flirting with other guys. You always vehemently denied it, but he refused to believe you. The two of you would bicker on the drive home, spitting venomous snide remarks to each other before he would slam you against the door, grabbing you by the throat as a slow grin would creep onto his lips.

“You think you can just be a fucking slut in front of me? I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

The two of you would fuck all night, and you would spend the next day limping around. Your friends, especially Marco and Mikasa, were aware of your sexual situation and frowned at it. Mikasa was always reminding you that it wasn’t healthy, but you shrugged it off and told her the sex was mind blowing.

The last time you two went out together would forever stick in your mind, and even now you found yourself thinking about it. Jean and Reiner had invited you two out to go club hopping, and you both had agreed. You had dressed up in a black long sleeved crop top, a leather skirt, and black thigh high boots. When you had stepped out of the bathroom all done up, Eren had stopped in his tracks, halfway through buttoning up his shirt.

“Whoa. You look hot. You never dress up like that for me.”

He pouted then, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, baby, this is all for you. At the end of the night, you still get to take me home.”

One of his large hands snaked down to squeeze your ass, giving it a spank before pulling away. He chuckled, shaking his head as he finished buttoning up his shirt and walking away. Armin came to pick you two up, Annie in the front seat as you two climbed into the back.

The first club, Paradis Lost, was the newest, trendiest club that had just opened. The club was lit by purple lights, simple chandeliers hanging from various spots. It was dim inside, EDM music blasting from loudspeakers. Eren held onto your hand tightly as he navigated you through the crowd towards the bar.

Everything had been smooth there, with everyone taking shots and dancing together. You had grinded on Eren, relishing the feeling of his hands gripping onto your hips tightly as his erection prodded your lower back. From there, you walked to Mischievous Marley’s, a sort of hole in the wall club with great drink specials. Similar to Paradis Lost, the inside was dim, this time lit with red lights and the walls tiled like an old public bathroom.

Your head was feeling a little fuzzy at that point, and you felt more loose. Jean had shown up then, the top buttons of his shirt open revealing his toned chest. He had greeted you with his usual flirtatious grin, and you had responded by hugging him tightly and running a finger along his chest.

That was the first mistake you made that night.

The third club, Eldia’s End, was your stereotypical night club, with disco balls hanging everywhere and strobe lights bouncing off the walls. The DJ at the front of the club was playing “This is How We Do It,” with everyone jumping and dancing around. That round of shots ended you, your mind beginning to brown out as you stumbled towards the dance floor. You thought that you had been grinding on Eren, but your drunk mind mistook Jean for him.

That was your second mistake of the night.

Your third mistake of the night had been when you had asked Marco to take you home, seeing as he was the most sober one in the group. His eyes had shifted nervously over to Eren, who was seething quietly in your direction.

“Um, sure, if that’s okay with Eren,” he had mumbled.

You had turned to Eren then, stumbling over to him.

“Pleaseee, Marco is my bestest friend!” you slurred.

He hadn’t replied, instead shrugging as he turned to Marco.

“S-sure, I guess I’ll take you both home,” the freckled boy stuttered out.

The drive home had been deathly silent, with Marco peeking at you both through his rearview mirror. He had opted to play music quietly in the background, Olivia Rodrigo wailing about her lost love lulling you to sleep. Eren had nudged you awake, barking out that you were home before grumbling a thanks to your driver.

You had managed to stumble into your bedroom, flopping onto the bed as you struggled to remove your boots. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper, and you were so fixated on the task that you had failed to notice Eren glaring at you from the doorway.

“So? You got it for Jean boy now?”

Blinking, you turned to peer at him, confused.

“Huh? Jean? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You were all over him tonight, like some bitch in heat.”

Anger began to course through your veins, slowly sobering you up. Your boots long forgotten, you slowly began to stand up, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“How dare you say that shit to me. I was just having fun. Something you should learn to do someday.”

His hand reached out to grab your throat, grabbing and pushing you against the wall. Gasping out, you began to claw at him, desperate for him to let go.

“E-Eren, what the fuck,” you rasped out.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he spat.

“Let go of me!”

His hands squeezed tighter, the edges of your vision going black. Just as you were about to give up, he let go, causing you to fall to the floor wheezing. Glaring at him through tears, you reached over to punch him in the leg.

“What is wrong with you?! You could have killed me!”

Instead of responding, he grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them tightly until your lips were puckered.

“Open,” he commanded.

You hesitated before obliging. He spat into your open mouth, pressing your lips shut and ordering you to swallow. You did as told, opening your mouth to show him it was empty. Satisfied, he yanked you up before throwing you onto the bed. He was quick to kneel on the bed, eyes watching you hungrily as he slowly crawled towards you. His hands grabbed the top of your skirt, reaching behind you to unzip it and peel it down your legs. His eyes fixated on your panties, a wet spot growing from your core.

“Such a fucking slut, already wet for me,” he rasped out.

Eren moved to your top then, tugging it over your head and tossing it onto the floor. He dove into your cleavage, pressing kisses before his tongue slipped out, leaving a wet trail between your breasts. With one swift movement, he reached behind you and swiftly unclipped your bra. You were only left in your panties, peering up at him curiously.

“Why am I the only one getting naked?” you frowned.

Chuckling, he slowly peeled his shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abs. Your eyes slowly trailed down towards his happy trail and his erection straining against his pants. His gaze followed yours, hands unbuttoning his pants and yanking them off.

“There. We equal now, Princess?”

Rolling your eyes, you spread your legs open for him. He laid down on the bed, hands reaching out to slide your panties down. His hot breath ghosted over your inner thighs, anticipation building in you as you desperately waited to feel his mouth on you. He let out another chuckle before he obliged, tongue reaching out to lick a stripe up your core. Moaning, you let your hips buck up, thighs clenching together to entrap him.

“Slow down, Princess, we’ve got all night,” Eren warned.

He returned to his previous action, tongue moving faster as he inserted a finger. The stimulation had your toes curling and an orgasm quickly building. Eren was so skilled with his mouth it took you a few minutes to finish. He inserted a second finger, tongue moving even faster before he pulled back to begin licking up and down.

“E-eren,” you moaned out. “I’m so c-close.”

Your orgasm began to build up, and you closed your eyes, moans tumbling out. Just as it was about to hit, he pulled away. Your eyes shot open, shooting him a nasty glare. He simply stared back at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

“Are you being fucking serious right now?” you asked, narrowing your eyes even more.

“Relax bitch, I’m going to fuck you right now, just wait.”

You tried to sit up in an effort to get away but he pushed you back down. He forcefully spread your legs apart, quickly removing his boxers before giving himself a few pumps. Kneeling lower, he began to align himself, the tip of his thick cock pressing against your entrance. You lifted your hips in an effort to create friction but he pulled back, clicking his tongue at you before shaking his head.

“Patience, Princess. You’ll get this fat cock.”

With that, he began pressing his cock into you again. The familiar stretch had you moaning, a string of his name and curses tumbling messily from your lips. An arrogant smile pulled at his lips, head leaning over you as he gestured to open your mouth again. You complied, and he spit into it again.

“Such a good girl, listening to Daddy so well.”

One hand reached down to wrap around your throat. Unlike earlier, he kept the pressure light, tightening his grip strategically with every thrust. You were already seeing stars, eyes shutting and tongue lolling out as he continued to fuck you.

“Look at you, is my cock so good I’m fucking you stupid?”

You nodded, opening your eyes to peer up at him. His eyes were lidded, gaze fixated on your expression shifting with every snap of his hips. He began to pick up the pace, hands tightening around your neck as he fucked into you so hard your hips recoiled on instinct.

“I’m going to cum in your tight little pussy,” he hissed. “Claim it because it’s mine and only mine.”

Nodding frantically, you tried to wrap your legs around him to keep him close to you. The familiar coil was building in you quickly, and you blabbered out to Eren that you were close. Chuckling, he looked down at you again.

“Then cum.”

Gasping, you moaned out his name, tightening around him as he continued to fuck you. He let out a groan, hips stuttering until he came to a stop, filling you up completely. Exhausted, he collapsed onto you, hot breaths on your neck. Pulling back, he slipped out of bed to grab his shirt to clean you up.

When he slid into bed beside you, a part of you wondered if you wanted to keep doing this. The thought of his hand on your throat purposely had you on edge, and you wondered what would happen the next time you got him angry enough.

#shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #eren jaeger #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #modern au #toxic relationship

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months

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Break Me Slowly|Part 27|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Sadness over! Domestic Evelyn and Levi here we come. Back to the shenanigans that make these two so special. The last chapter will be chapter 30 so be prepared for a little bit of sadness with that. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, vaguely implied suicide, etc.

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That house was so familiar yet so foreign. It felt like it had been years since either stepped foot in that house, surprisingly undamaged from the chaos an mayhem. Most of the staff had fled in the terror of the infernal footsteps but the housekeeper remained, determined to ensure her employer's house remained untouched so she would still have a position if he lived and a sizable gain if he died.

How humiliating it was for Levi to be carried in by his wife. His damn legs rendered useless by a split second lack of judgement. He'd get his strength back, he was sure of it. Training and hard work had given him the body he had, he wouldn't allow any injuries to define his quality of life. No matter how long it took, he'd be right back to where he was, a man to be feared and respected. Besides, he had a son to raise when his wife gave birth, he wanted someone his future son could respect and look up to.

While their world had changed, the house within was the same. Slightly dirtier with only one to clean its mass, but still comfortingly the same. Evelyn and Levi knew the truth, they were lucky. Extremely lucky. Armin and the others had been regarded as fiends who killed their savior Eren Jeager. The Captain and wife had been welcomed back with open arms since Evelyn was accredited with helping to start The Rumbling and supporting Eldia's future at all costs. As for Levi, the lie spun was that Floch had only had issue with the Captain for personal reasons but he was never a threat to Eldia, in fact he fought for them but was tragically wounded before he could do more. Levi only agreed to this when the possibility of raising his children where he always dreamed was in front of him. His family mattered more than a bunch of kids he barked orders at.

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Picking up the pieces of an old life came slowly, many nights were spent desperately trying to sleep as the silence deafened them. Other nights were interrupted by shaking and screaming in terror as the nightmares of being crushed flooded their minds. The days were spent lazily enjoying the company of each other until the new Eldian government sorted itself out.

Evelyn was six months pregnant when Levi was officially given a position in the Eldian military. The lack of work had been driving him crazy, and when Commander Erwin was reinstated as a lesser head of the military thanks to a few pulled strings, the call to sign his enlistment form was instantaneous. His new uniform looked odd compared to the usual green and white, but there would always be adjustments, and if it meant gaining the respect of all those who saw him in the streets it was worth it.

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With the fall came the panicked cry of his wife from upstairs one weekend, causing the Captain to nearly trip and fall on the stairs, fearing for the worst.

"What is it? What's going on!?"

The bent over and sharp breathing coming from his wife signified that his dreams of a legacy as far as the eye could see were coming to fruition sooner than he thought.

Only the best midwife would do, paid well to ensure the risky business of childbirth wouldn't claim that of his beloved and child. Unlike most men of the era Levi was determined to be in the room overseeing everything that occurred, ensuring that there would be no foul attempts to harm his wife or child.

The screaming and wailing threatened to deafen him, the face of agony some men had told him had turned them off of having and more children just made him desire more. He was a sadist through and through, and he still believed deep down she deserved to suffer for all the stress she put him through.

Finally he was freed from her persistent whining when his child's first cries filled the room. An eyebrow raised to show Levi's amount of concern but the glass in his hand sloshing around the stiff liquor seemed of more importance, he could never show such a weakness as joy to anyone, even his wife and child.

"So what is it." He asked flatly.

"It's a boy sir. You have a son-"

Levi turned quickly to hide his grin of pride, on the brink of extinction another Ackerman had been born to carry on the family name. His wife truly was the most perfect creature on the planet to give him all that he desired and on their first try.

He gazed on the child set against his mother's chest. "I want to hold him."

For a moment Evelyn seemed hesitant, good, she was coming to bond with the child already, now it could be used as a bargaining chip to ensure she remained where she ought.

With the child securely in his arms Levi allowed himself to show a smidge of emotion, bouncing the bundle and speaking to him softly. "You will be set apart from all my son, destined to be a great soldier and become just like your father."

"Congratulations, have you decided on a name for such a precious boy?" The midwife smiled kindly with her yellowed teeth.

"Well actually I like-" Evelyn started.

"Furlan. Furlan Ackerman. That is his name. He will carry that name to higher heights than the man before him."

"Now isn't that nice, a strong name for a strong boy."

Levi ignored the rest of the gossip as to what names can do for a child, focused only on the perfection in his arms. As perfect as he was, as his wife was. No other would ever have children as great as they would.

"Furlan Ackerman, the name of humanity's next strongest soldier."

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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crisalidaseason · 4 months

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some post war jearmin? your writing is lovely btw

A JEARMIN ASKKKKK AAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, I am contained in my enclosure again. Let's do this. Also, sorry for the delay, I was almost dying and thank you so much for the compliment, it means a lot to me

Honey Patches

Summary: Post war Jearmin fluff

Content warning: bitttersweet, armin is tired, jean is tired, fluff, a bit angsty, very VERY implied suggestive content, like one sentence, but still mdni

Eldia, Mitras district

It was one of the bad days. Not a really bad one, just regular bad. The type of day the previous commander of the survey corps was used to.

"Fuck this" Armin whispered, visibly frustrated that his coat tore open in another spot. That old piece of fabric was giving up on him.

"Here" a deep voice broke the morning silence.

Armin felt the heavyness of Jean's coat over his shoulders, sending the other man a silent thanks.

"I'll try to fix it once we rest for the night"

Armin nodded, a little absent minded, wearing the other man's coat with the usual hurry. It seemed he was always late these days, always in need somewhere. A meeting, a conference, a 'quick' talk, reports, resolutions and negotiation drafts. Armin was always being requested.

"See you later" Jean's voice echoed again.

Armin paused. He did it again. He was almost out the door.

"See you" he said, a warm trained smile on his lips.

He left without looking at Jean's expression. He avoided the taller man's eyes in the early morning, not being able to resist the urge to just cave and fall on his knees in tears.

Armin was exhausted.

Walking towards the meeting room was always the worst minutes of his morning, his empty stomach complaining that the anxiety was already knocking on the door. Everyday he wondered why he was still there, why he endured all of this. He contemplated running away every single minute until he reached the meeting room.

He wanted to go home. To the small little home he purchased with so much difficulty, his little cottage in a small town he randomly pointed at on a map.

"Mister Arlert" the old man greeted him, the usual scorn in his tone "Took you long enough"

It was indeed a...

"Bad day?" Jean's voice blessed Armin's ears that evening.

The blonde laid against his bedroom's door, tired despite being released earlier than expected. Jean was still in uniform, indicating he probably had just arrived. The other blonde had quite a messy hair that night, most likely a result of horse riding.

"How was your day?" he asked Jean.

Armin wishes he could go on more field missions. He felt so suffocated inside meeting rooms, lonely in the presence of paper and ink.

"Nothing special, just some infrastructure evaluation back in Karanes district" the other man said while discarding his uniform coat.

Jean was still relatively in shape, although he had lost a bit of weight due to a sickness. Armin had to remind him to take it easy. The blonde looked down at his own frame, he had not changed much on the outside, he was always very difficult to change physically. Mentally it was another story.

"You're showering?"

"You want to go first?" Jean offered "I can wait"

He did not want to, all Armin wanted was to drop dead on the uncomfortable bed and wake up in his home. At the same time, Jean took ages to leave the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'll be quick"

Armin - who was leaning on the door - moved a bit too quickly for his mind to catch up, the world soon turning into a spiral. He felt Jean's hand on his upper arms, gripping him firmly.

"Hey, are you alright?"

He wondered if the sickness Jean caught was finally flaring, he did not have a titan's immune system anymore. His head was still stinging in sharp pain, his eyes colored in dark spots. The soft sheet of the bed was the only thing the blonde registered for a while, and he immediatly indulged in it.

"A shower can wait" Jean's voice was muffled on Armin's ears.

The last thing the blond could remember before succumbing to exhaustion was Jean's soft lips on the forehead. In the first hours of the morning, there was nothing but darkness and the faint breathing of jean's sleeping form. Armin looked around disoriented, trying to gain a sense of why he was still in uniform.

"Shit" he whispered into the cold night.

A shower was very much needed and he tried his hardest not to flinch at the extremely cold water. While washing his hair, Armin wondered if Jean locked the door, the last thing he wanted was for anyone to find out that the taller man did not sleep in his room at night. He had enough problems on that island.

As Armin left the shower, shivering, he noticed his coat was hanging on a chair. The visible hole from the morning had been fixed. The blonde touched the fabric, the patch was noticeable but sturdy enough. He wondered if Jean fixed it while he was in deep sleep, feeling bad for it. Jean did not need to do it after a tiring day of work, but he did anyway.

Dressing was quick and soon the blonde was under the covers again. Jean had his back turned, his front almost glued to the wall. Jean had a strange but amusing habit of sleeping facing a wall, his arms crossed and knees bent. The blonde smiled at the sight and laid beside his boyfriend, warming his cold body on his.

Jean groaned something.

"Go to sleep, Jean" Armin muttered.

"Cold" he complained, trying to get away from Armin's freezing form.

Armin smiled and hugged Jean's waist even closer, rubbing his own feet on the other man's legs.

"Why are you like this?"

Despite his words, Jean let Armin snuggle even more, enduring the cold sensation until the other man had warmed enough.

"I can't wait to go home" Jean whispered "Our bed is bigger"

Armin chuckled softly.

"I miss the bathroom. It had space for two"

Jean pinched Armin's arm as an answer, later taking his hand and laying a soft kiss on the, now warm, knuckles.

"Just a few more weeks, then we'll be home"

Armin nodded, kissing Jean's shoulder.

"Good night"

"Night"

#armin arlert #armin fanfic #jearmin #jean kirstein #jean x armin #armin x jean

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blaxcunicorn · 6 months

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Diaboli's Angelus

Chapter: 7

Length: 7.1k

Authors note: Heeey it's me again, ehm...I'm just gonna drop this like I didn't disappear for months.

Tag: @okaystopwhore

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It's been a whole month since the whole leaving the castle incident. Has your relationship grown stronger. One noticeable thing is the fact that the two of you used to fall asleep right after sex. Eren would cuddle you in silence with a few kisses here and there until the two of you would fall asleep. The conversation you had with Eren must have made him able to open up more to you. The two of you would stay up after sex and just talk all night. It could be any topic, from his dreams and aspirations for Eldia to how his mother always scolded him for never listening. Each night, the two of you would fall more and more for each other. You used to be the type of person that would look forward to the day, but that has changed. Right now, it's nighttime with Eren, which is what you look forward to. Nights like these make you forget that the marriage was arranged and that the two of you married out of love, like from the stories your mother read you as a child.

"Eren?" You say, playing with the corner of your pillow. "Yes, love?" You take a deep breath and turn around, not to face Eren. He looks at you, baffled but also concerned. "I-I am not with child yet, and I've been your wife for 6 months now." Eren gently turns your head with his fingers to make you face him. "And?" Eren says softly, reaching to hold your hand and stroking your palm with his hand. "I don't know…Catherine is already with child…While I'm…not. I'm happy for her but can't stop thinking if something is wrong wi…" You could not continue that sentence as Eren's eyes widened in shock. "Don't start. You are perfectly fine, and what if Catherine is with child? Don't put yourself down just because you aren't pregnant yet. For all we might know, I might be the problem," Eren yawns at the last part. You roll over and lie your head on his left chest, trying to tone down the noises in your head with the sound of his heartbeat. Don't get me wrong, you are happy for Catherine. In fact, you shed tears when you received the letter. Eren believed that someone had passed away with the amount of tears flowing out of you. However, you can't help but feel a bit insecure as you are still not bearing Eren an heir.

What does the Eldian Court think? The Eldian people? They are all waiting for you to give them an heir, a new King. If you cannot produce a child for Eldia, let alone give Eren a son, what will your position in the Royal Court be? How can Capri be protected after you die if there is no link between the two nations? All those thoughts make your stomach hurt. Eren gives you a quick peck on your temple, saying, " I love you. Don't you worry about it." After a while, you could hear Eren snoring. You, on the other hand, could not sleep with your anxiety sitting on your chest.

You wake up from what you can call a quick nap by Eren carefully moving from the bed to the bathroom. "Morning, I tried not to wake you up" He says chuckling. "Good morning," you respond, jawning and slamming your head on the pillow. "Did you sleep well?" He asks concerned. You respond with a thumbs up, with your face still on the pillow. Eren sits on the bed, which causes you to lift your head up. He is not sure what will make you feel better. Yes, Catherine is with child, and he understands the pressure you feel on your shoulder to give him an heir. "You know, I don't care how long it takes…hell, even if we get a child. I'm just happy you are the first thing I see waking up." He whispers, speaking from the heart. You lean your forehead on his shoulder. "What if I lose my position as Queen because of this?" You whimper, the lack of sleep has caught up with you. "Then they'll lose their King" Eren says, stroking your back. "Are you willing to give up your title for me?" You laugh a bit in shock. "I just want to be with you. In any title, except your ex-husband." He gives you a boyish grin.

You both turn your heads to the door as Daisy walks in causally. The two of you have known each other for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes, you forget that you were her princess and now her Queen. In Capri, did you and your maids have a causal relationship since they were, after all, like your family. Walking in without knocking is expected in your previous home, but not in Eldia. Daisy's eyes widened as they fell upon an unexpected sight. There stood the King, a presence she wasn't prepared for. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she immediately stepped back, her cheeks flushed with surprise. "I... I'm so sorry, Your Majesty," Daisy stammered, her heart racing. She lowered her gaze, a mix of embarrassment and respect washing over her.

On the other hand, Eren is surprised at her audacity and slightly annoyed. He shifts his gaze at you, and you can feel the tension rising. You take Eren's hand gently and whisper, "I'm so sorry, she is here to braid my hair. I know she should've knocked. I'll talk to her about it." Eren takes a deep breath in before saying, "She should know that you are her Queen." He sighs, but he also understands the bond you share. He knew from conversations he had with you that Daisy was more than just a servant; she was a close friend, someone you trust deeply. However, he can't help feeling anxious that she might take advantage of your friendship. He wishes that the two of you had a more professional relationship. However, he suppresses his annoyance and nods slightly to acknowledge Daisy's apology. He offered a curt but controlled smile, attempting to reassure her that he understood. Daisy breathed out in relief, fearing that he might serve her head for dinner. You give Eren a quick kiss before sending him off. "Oh, before I leave. I heard from Armin that you are planning a tea party with the Ladies of Eldia." You freeze as you have yet to really discuss it with Eren. You remember noticing a bit of tension between Lady Pieck and Lord Armin, but you brushed off the thoughts to mind your own business.

You can't help but wonder if Eren disapproves of Lady Pieck, and if so, why? "Y–yes" You almost whisper. "Well, I think it's a great idea. I'll have Sasha, Historia, Mikasa and Daisy stationed there to help out." He turns his gaze at Daisy, to which she responds with a curtsy. "But Eren, why would I need that many maids for a small tea party." You say, confused. "I want you to get as much help as possible." He says, kissing your forehead. In reality, Eren is suspicious of Pieck and wants as many people he trusts to protect him. "Okay," you whisper while closing your eyes, taking in the kiss. When he left, you turned around to Daisy, who was already setting up the products and the hair.

"You don't have to say anything. I already know." Daisy says, oiling the extension. You nod and sit down on the chair. Daisy talks about the gossip she hears from the other maids around the Kingdom. You enjoyed the stories she told you until she landed on the newest royal scandal. "Apparently, a lower-rank Lord impregnate a shepherd's daughter. The family of the Lord paid the shepherd to relocate the daughter until further notice." The story reminds you of your own issues and how badly you wish that you were pregnant. "Your Majesty?" Daisy stops her braiding, noticing a tear rolling down your left eye.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She says in shock. You wake up from your thoughts and wipe the tear away. "I-I have been married to Eren for months without any sign of me being pregnant. What if I'm one of the cursed women?" Daisy grabs your hands. "Hey, hey, don't say nonsense like that; you aren't cursed. When I am done braiding you, I can bring you some berries and teas from the herb shop. I have heard that they make you more fertile." You nod as she leans in for a hug. "Don't you worry. I am pretty sure you'll get pregnant before you know of it." She whispers in your ears. However, you couldn't help but feel your eyes sting and your nose run. You hold on to Daisy as hulks keep escaping your mouth.

Due to your curiosity and wish to explore Eldia, Eren has granted you the freedom to leave the castle walls on one condition. He has to join in order to protect you from any harm. You could agree with this, as the Eldian people must miss Eren badly. The sun shone bright and warm as the royal fleet set sail from the harbour of the Kingdom. The clear waters glistened under the sunlight, creating a picturesque view that left you feeling both excited and anxious about the journey ahead as it marked Eren's first time visiting Stochess in four years. You look over to see your husband looking around at the beautiful green fjords and the fantastic view like a curious child. Eldia must have changed since he last took the float, you thought to yourself. How will he react to visiting Stochess for the first time since the tragedy? The thought of your husband losing it caused your heart to beat fast. "Eldia is very beautiful," You say to distract yourself. "It indeed is. I have totally forgotten the pride Eldians take in our nature." He says proudly. Eren leans over and holds both of your hands, causing goosebumps up to your hands. You close your eyes knowing what's coming next, but are disrupted by a loud animal-like sound causing you to jump.

"No sleeping during shift, brat", says Levi, pinching Connie's nose, causing him to choke and fall off the chair backwards. You can hear Jean and Marco laugh "Not funny guys!" Connie says as he gets up. The room, however, was silenced as Levi gave the two soldiers a death stare. Eren has brought with him a group of his most trusted and skilled soldiers: Levi, Marco, Jean, Connie, Reiner, and Berthold. You remember the discussion the two of you had regarding this. "Eren, we don't need all of them to come. What if we only bring Reiner and Jean?" Eren insisted first to bring ten of Eldia's top soldiers.

"No, if you want to cut the number of soldiers, then I will decrease them by four, but Levi is then coming." You sigh. "I understand your concern, but having too many soldiers will make it hard for us to connect with the citizens. It will create a sense of intimidation and unease among the people we are meant to connect with." Eren however seemed determined. "My love, I wouldn't feel at ease if I thought something might happen to you. Their presence is just a precaution, nothing else." Your heart sank as you realised that pushing the matter would only lead to an argument. You lower your head and let out a deep sigh. "Alright, Eren. I understand." The King's gaze softened as he took a step closer to you. He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest as he reached out to you. He carefully cups your cheeks and stroks your soft skin with his rough thumbs. "Thank you for understanding, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I promise everything will go smoothly, and the people will enjoy the visit." You look up at him, your eyes meeting his deep, beautiful green gaze. "Why?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Because you are visiting them," he replies, a small smile plants itself on his lips. "And anyone lucky enough to be around you would enjoy your company." With those words, he leans in and brushes his lips against your forehead, savouring the sweet scent of cocoa butter on your hair. At that moment, he knew he was the luckiest man in the world to have you by his side for this journey.

Stitches came into view, and the your anxiety grew. How would the people react to their visit, and more importantly how the interaction between the people and Eren go? You wake up from your thoughts as the royal fleet docked at the port, and the soldiers are the first to exit the fleet to secure the area. The port is quickly filled with people excited to see you again. "Good Gods, our Queen is here to revisit us." You can hear one say. "Is she as beautiful as the town's rumors claims?" another says, quickly responding, "She is as beautiful as an angel handmade by the Gods themselves." You feel your face burn and turn to see Eren smile proudly. "They got the last part damn right" He says kissing your hand. "I'm happy that they are fond of you, love." He says, looking a bit sad. "Is it pathetic that I envy you a bit? They haven't seen me in four years. I…I don't know how they will receive me once we get out." You grab his hand with both your hands "They will love you, as you are their King. You symbolise hope and strength to Eldia; they would love to see you." You lift his hand and lean your cheek on it. Eren's heart eased a bit.

Levi arrives to give the two of you a green light. "Berthold and Reiner are stationed a couple of meters north, Jean in East and Connie West. Marco will be in your South while I will be the only one to come with you as you requested, Eren." Levi says. "Why are they stationed meters away, I thought all of them were coming with us?" You ask confused "too many soldiers will make it hard for us to connect with the citizens. It will create a sense of intimidation and unease among the people we are meant to connect with." Eren says, trying to imitate you. "Hey, I don't sound like that!" You laugh, hitting him playfully on the arm. Levi stretches out a hand to help you out of the fleet. You grasp his hand on one hand while lifting your dress with another to not trip. As you get up, you give a wave to the cheering crowd. "Eren, you ready?" You ask, causing the cheering to die down. "H-His Majesty is here?" An old lady says it looked like her eyes were about to pop out. Eren takes a deep breath, remembering why he joined you in the first place. "Missing me already, my love" He responds cocky to hide his nervousness. He jumps up and links his arms with yours. Eren feels his heart pound out of his chest, and his palms sweat. Eren, thanks the Gods that you aren't holding his hand. To Eren's surprise, the crowd cheered even louder than before. The old lady is wiping away tears flowing down her cheeks and walks up to the two of you. She tries to curtsy with her shaken legs, but you let go of Eren to help her stand up. "No need for that" You say with a smile giving Eren butterflies in his stomach. "You are too kind, Your Majesty" She says cupping your left cheek. "May the Gods bless our Kingdom with your heirs" She prays as you both close your eyes. "May I?" She asks, you nod and make way for her to see Eren. Tears are streaming down her face as she cups both Eren's cheeks, causing him to freeze. "How handsome you have turned, Your Majesty" She says with a smile. Eren could feel his eyes sting, her hands felt warm. He has not felt this pure warmth since…his mother. "And how beautiful and kind your wife is like…like…"

"An angel" Eren finishes looking at you playing with some kids. The lady gives Eren a bit of a push, indicating that he should join you. "The coins are in your left hand" The young brown-eyed boy says confidently. You open your hand and pour the coins into his hand. "Good job" You say smiling. "Yay, now can I buy you the doll you wanted!" He says to the little girl that resembles him. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed her brother's hand. "Thank you!" She hugs him and curtsy for you. They are so adorable, you think to yourself, reminding you of your relationship with your older brother. You jump a bit as you feel a arm snake around your waist "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I hate sharing my wive's attention with other men." Eren tells the young boy while leaning his chin on your shoulder. "I'll marry her one day!" He says, causing your cheeks to burn. "I guess we'll have to duel for her affection, when that time comes" Eren says ruffing his hair. "I'll train for that day!" The boy says, grabbing his sister and disappearing into the crowd. "Let me see your other hand, love", He whispers in your ear, causing a familiar heat between your legs. You open your other hand just to see the same amount of gold coins on your palm. He doesn't say anything other than kissing your cheek, causing the people to cheer.

"I know adorable, now make way for the royal couple!" Levi says waving at the crowd immediately splitting the crowd in half. Levi must be quite known in the Kingdom for it to happen that quick. "Eren, I need to take you to the cutest candy shop in Stochess." You say, dragging your husband away. Levi is left smirking at your silliness before casually walking after the two of you. "Oh, here it is!" You need some clarification. The shop has gotten bigger since the last time you visited with Reiner.

Levi opens the door and the first person you spot is James, the shop has gotten busier since last time you visited. He comes running and bows "You Majesty" He says kissing your hand, Eren gritts his teeth. "Who is the gentleman accompanying you?" He asks. Eren snakes his hand around your waist again, but this time, he kisses your cheek. You feel your heart skip a beat while James is stunned before quickly getting on one knee. "King Eren, my apologies, your Majesty, I didn't recognise you." Eren doesn't blame him; he must be around the same age as him, and he technically disappeared for four whole years. "Father! Father! The Queen has paid us a visit with K-King Eren!" He shouts. The old shop owner comes running from the till not believing his ears. King Eren is here in his shop? He hasn't seen the King since he was a young prince.

The old man bows for the both of you "Welcome Your Majesties." He says. "Your shop has gotten larger and busier since the last time I visited." You speak with a smile. "That's all thanks to you, Your Majesty. When you walked around with the candy bag after the first visit, it accidentally promoted the shop and has boomed ever since. It also helped me pay for my wife's medical treatment," He says, drying his tears as he calls for her to come. She picks up her dress and rushes over to her husband's side "K-King Eren" She curtsies "And this is is…" She rushes over and grabs your hands "Thank you, for everything you have done for us" She says lifing your hands and putting her forehead on it while hulking. Her husband strokes her back while also crying. You start sniffing, but everything is disrupted by Eren's coughing. He didn't mean to be insensitive but his heart cannot deal with seeing you cry and he doesn't want his subjects seeing their King sob.

The lady lifts her head. "Your Majesties, feel free to take as much candy as your heart desires. It's on the house!" She says. Levi grabs a large bag as you link your arm with Eren's. "You have to try this one Eren! It's my favorite," You point as Levi scops your favorite candy twice in the bag. Eren chuckles. He thinks you must have a sweet tooth, trying to memorise all the candies you seem to love. Your eyes are beautiful and youthful like a little child, it's adorable in Eren's eyes. By the time you are done, the bag is too full to be closed. Eren nods at Levi, who drops a big bag filled with gold coins. "No, Your Majesties, it's on the house." The elderly man tries to resist, but Levi turns him down. "Just take it, old man, it's treachery to go against the King." The shop owner bows and thanks the two of you.

You start walking until you spot a secluded garden. Eren notices that you have let his hand go and that you are sprinting and he automatically charges after you with Levi right behind him. "Look at this garden Eren!" You say almost jumping. An elderly lady comes greeting the two of you. "It's a love garden for young couples to take private walks." You look up to Eren and grab his hand "Do you want to take a walk?" He whispers in your ear. You nod and drag Eren, impatient with you, but the two of you are met with an annoyed Levi holding his hand out as a stop sign. I need to inspect the area before letting the two of you strolling around. "You are not joining us?" You ask, tilting your head a bit to the left. "I'm not spending a second walking behind two lovesick brats." He says with a straight face, which makes you giggle. "Alright Levi, be quick." Eren says squeezing your hand. The two of you enter the garden as soon as Levi comes back with a green light. "They are a beautiful couple" The elderly lady says drinking water from her bottle. "The King and Queen indeed are", Levi responds, causing the lady to choke on the water.

"Look at all these flowers Eren." You squat to have a better look at the colourful tulips. Looking at the flowers, Eren squats next to you, bringing him a familiar warm feeling in his chest. His mother used to love planting and admiring flowers, which is why his father made her the garden. Eren gets up and points at the bench on top of a hill surrounded by flowers. You look up and your eyes widen in awe. Your hand is quickly grabbed by Eren as he leads the way towards the hill, he stops right at the bottom at the hill. "Let's race to the top!" He shouts as he charges to the top. "That's cheating!" you say, removing your shoes and lifting your dress. You chase after him, giggling as you can feel your breath come in rapid, measured bursts, synchronising with the rhythmic beat of your feet hitting the ground. Each inhale is a gasp of the cool, crisp air. You look ahead and see Eren sprint, which makes you speed up your pace. If you weren't forced in a dress, you could have definitively beaten him. Eren turns his head and sees you catching up on him, causing him to grin before speeding up even more. Your heart is pounding, and the adrenaline is dancing through your veins. The wind is blowing, sending shivers down your spine. "I won!" Eren shouts from the hilltop, sitting on the bench.

You speed your way to the top, having to catch your breath. As you walk towards the space next to Eren, he pats his lap, and you sit down on his lap, leaning the back of your head on his shoulder. "What do I get for winning the race?" You rise up and turn to face him "You cheated." You say pouting. "No, I was just fast" He says proudly, with a boyish grin. "Alright, what do you want?" He hums for a while before sliding his hand up your dress. You stop his hand by lightly tapping it "Eren, do you always think about sex?" You say, rolling your eyes. "No" He says sliding his hand up to your underwear line and slowly sliding it off. Eren pushes your braids behind your ears and kisses your collarbone and neck. "I think about you all the time", he whispers, drawing a circle slowly around your clitoris. "E-Eren, we are in public" You moan. "It's fine, no one is here." He whispers. You keep your eye contact as he teases you until your clitoris becomes swollen. His fingers swirls around your wetness before bringing them to your clit, encircling it while applying gentle pressure. Eren gently kisses you while you moan in his mouth. You can feel his cock harden under you as he slides two fingers inside you while his thumb massages your clit. He unbuttons the top of your dress, freeing your boobs. The cool air hardens your nipples. Eren groans as he takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. You never lose eye contact as you watch him hum in contentment as he flicks your nipple in his mouth. You arch your back slightly as you feel your orgasm building up. Eren has turned you into a moaning mess, and you can't barely think. You grab Eren's bun as the orgasm runs through you.

Eren kisses you and sits you down on the bench while you catch your breath. He gets on his knees in front of you, and you close the tiny space between your legs. Eren lies his cheek on your knee and strokes your upper thigh with one hand. "Open your legs for me" He says, looking directly in your eyes. "B-But Eren, we don't have time. People might show up." He spreads your legs, placing one leg on his shoulder. "I'll be quick, I promise…You are so beautiful." He whispers, looking at your dripping cunt before disappearing under your dress. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his invincible beard stub scratching the soft skin as he peppers kisses all around until he shoves his face into your cunt, licking from your home to your clit. Your back arches, and you moan, gripping the bench's armrest for some support, and throwing your head back. Eren moans right into your cunt, he starts speeding his tongue causing you to grind your hips on his face, gripping his bun to pull him closer. You can feel the stubs on his face rubbing against your pussy while he sucks your clit. Your moans intensify as you can feel your second climax realising. "I told you, I'd be quick" Eren says with his face wet from you.

He stands up and lifts your dress over your head, leaving you completely naked. "We cannot leave any dirt on your beautiful dress, love." He says, laying it on the empty spot next to you. You grab his head and kiss him sloppy while he picks you up and lies you on the grass. He hovers above you, and you can't help but admire his beauty. The sun lights up his green eyes as he looks at you with pure lust. You hear the rustling of his belt, and pants sliding of his legs as he kicks it off him. He takes some of the remaining cum from your cunt and rubs it on his arching cock. Eren runs the head through your soaking folds before lining up with your entrance. "F-Fuck, you are so beautiful. Such an obedient, beautiful wife you are." He grunts as he enters you. Eren fucks the air out of your body as his life is on the line, his cock throbbing inside you, and the sound of his skin slapping against your skin mixed with your moans filling the area.

Eren's thrusts started to falter. He became sloppier as he chases his own release and you are right behind him, feeling the pressure around your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching around him with a licentious moan. He came right after you, filling you with his seeds, grunting raspily. "Such a good wife" He says kissing your sweaty forehead before pulling himself out. Eren finds his white handkerchief and wipes you first with it before wiping himself. He then proceeds with picking you up and sits down on the bench with you on his lap. You are fast to grab your dress as you can feel goosebumps spreading through your skin like wildfire.

Behind the two of you is a camellia tree, which brings you flashbacks from when you were stargazing with Eren during the royal ball. "Eren, do you remember…" He plucks a red camellia and places it behind your ear. You lean in and give him a passionate kiss. He is too good to be true you think for yourself. "Oh Eren, you need to try the candy I picked" you say grabbing the bag that has been abandoned on the bench since you. "Okay, close your eyes and tell me what you rate them from 1 being the lowest to 5 being the highest." Eren chuckles "Don't poison me" He says closing his eyes. "I can't promise anything; being Eldia's only ruler is tempting." You say, causing him to pinch your cheekbone in retaliation. "Try this one." You pick out a sour strawberry and pop it into Eren's mouth. "Mmmh, I'll give it a 5." He says opening his eyes to see what you gave him. "Are you into sour candy, Eren?" You ask, popping one into your own mouth. "I was as a kid, I guess I haven't outgrown it." He laughs. "Close your eyes again", You say, laying a liquorice on his tongue. The grimace he makes causes you to laugh so hard that tears start rolling down your eyes. "That was disgusting, what was that?" You show him the liquorice while trying to control your laughter. The two of you try the candy until there is no more new to try.

You lean the back of your head on his shoulder, admiring the sky painted with pink clouds. "How are you finding the Attack on Titan book you started on last week?" He asks, massaging his thumbs in a circular motion on your stomach. "It's so far quite captivating but extremely sad." You respond too comfortable to turn around to face your husband. "Eren?" He hums in response, "I never got to ask you at the ball, what are your dreams?" You finally turn around to look him in the eyes. "To the the freest man alive." He smiles softly.

"Aren't you already that, as king?" You ask, tilting your head slightly to the left. "I'm freer than most men, but I'm not the freest." He responds. "I see" You say turning around again. "How is the arrangement of the tea party going?" He asks. "It's going fine. Historia and Mikasa have been amazing with arranging it. I hope it's going to be a success." You are a bit nervous as it is in a few days, and it is the first time you'd host a tea party in Eldia. You have already met the ladies one by one, so lucky it won't be as awkward. "I'm pretty sure it will go well," He says kissing your cheek. The two of you sit silently, enjoying the sunset and each other's company.

Today is the day of the tea party, and Darcy is helping you tighten the corset of your golden dress. "I don't understand why Eldian women hate breathing." You breathe out as Darcy uses all her power to tighten it. Teaparty in Eldia among Ladies and royal members is viewed as a formal party, which explains why you are suffocating in that dress. "Done!" Darcy shouts out of breath. She hands you your matching gold fan as the two of you walk into the dining hall.

As preparations for the royal tea party ended, the grand dining hall was completely transformed. The long, polished wooden tables were adorned with intricate lace tablecloths that stretched across the room. Colourful banners with the royal Eldian crest billowed gently above. In shades of blue and green, the banners danced at the edges with the soft afternoon light. The tables are decorated with a profusion of fresh flowers. Each centrepiece was a work of art, with bouquets of roses, lilies, and delicate baby's breath arranged in ornate vases. The vibrant blooms added a burst of colour to the otherwise muted palette, reflecting the regality of the occasion. The table settings were impeccable, with glistening silverware, delicate porcelain teacups, and saucers in perfect symmetry. Each teacup sat atop a fine china plate while gleaming silver spoons awaited the stirring of sugar and cream. The food presented on the table is to drole off. An array of finger sandwiches adorned one end of the table. Cucumber, salmon, and egg salad varieties are all elegantly displayed. In the centre of the table, tiered cake stands showcased an assortment of pastries and scones. Flaky, buttery scones are served with clotted cream and fruit preserves. Petite éclairs and dainty cream puffs were garnished with edible gold leaf, adding an air of extravagance to the tea party. A platter of fresh fruit, including ripe strawberries and succulent grapes, added a refreshing touch to the spread. The pièce de résistance, a towering three-tiered cake adorned with intricate icing, sat at the head of the table. It has layers of sponge and cream, which were a work of culinary art, awaiting the ceremonial cutting that would conclude the royal tea party.

"Wow," Darcy says as you enter the hall. The two of you are stunned. You were used to hosting tea parties in Capri, but they were smaller and less elegant than this one. You see Historia touching up on the flowers. At the same time, Mikasa, dressed in a beautiful red gown, directs the servants on how to place the food on the table. "This is amazing, Mikasa. You didn't have to go all out." You say gratefully. She curtsies and responds, "This is your first tea party, Your Majesty. We wanted to make it as beautiful as possible as ordered by the King." You smile, making a mental note to thank Eren after this. "Mikasa, have a seat. You are probably exhausted after all this." You say as Darcy pulls out a chair for her. "Thank you." She says gracefully as she sits down.

The ladies of Eldia soon arrive, with each of them greeting you before sitting down. Mikasa and Pieck sit on each side of you while the rest are scattered around the table. "Welcome to my first Eldian tea party, and thank you for coming on such short notice." You say, smiling. The servants pour teas in your cups. You can't help but notice how Lady Ymir brushes her fingers gently over Historia's hand, causing the blonde to blush. "How are you settling in Eldia, Your Majesty?" Lady Leonhart asks with a small but genuine smile. "I like it so far. The Eldian people have been so welcoming, and so has the Royal court". You say, taking a bite of your scone.

"What about His Majesty? He seems very fond of you." Ymir adds. The whole table looks intensively at you, making you a bit nervous. "I-I mean, he is kind, and we strongly love each other." You answer, hoping it is the correct answer. The ladies breathe out in relief except for Lady Finger. "But don't you think Eren is too aggressive sometimes?" You snap your head at the raven-coloured woman. "Besides that one time, I haven't really experienced him being aggressive towards me." You whisper the last part as you don't want to remember that embarrassing moment. "I mean, he humiliated you…" She couldn't finish that sentence as Mikasa cut her. "They made up, Lady Finger. He was only aggressive as a sign of his care and love for her." Mikasa looked angry, which made you anxious but primarily confused. "Eren has not only shown aggression towards our beloved Queen but also in our foreign policies." Pieck finishes. "Lady Finger, what are you…" Mikasa's anger is fueled as Pieck continues, "You are big-mouthed for being a lower-rank lady."

"Lady Pieck, say not such a thing! Lady Ackerman is my right-hand lady, one of the most, if not the most, important ladies in the Court." You say to defend Mikasa as you can see her crumble in embarrassment at Pieck's statement. However, the rest of the ladies nod in agreement and in support of Mikasa. "Lady Finger, I…" but you are cut as Pieck says "Don't you think that it is weird that Lady Ackerman here is awfully close with the King?" You look at Pieck confused while Mikasa looks at her with a stare that screams tell her, and you are dead. "Lady Ackerman and His Majesty are childhood friends alongside Lord Arlet. I'm not surprised that they are very close." You smile, trying to ease up the tension in the room. Mikasa responds with an approving nod and a warm smile, happy you are oblivious to her history with Eren.

"Lady Pieck, maybe you should worry about your own marriage. Especially with the rumours going around." Lady Leonhart says as she takes a sip of her tea. Annie is not the type to care as much about drama in the Court, but she recalls what Armin told her: "Lady Pieck is trying to turn Her Majesty against Eren. Protect her mind at all cost." Pieck snorts, and it all breaks out into a whole argument among the ladies. What is going on? That is all you can think as you notice Darcy and Historia giving you apologetic eyes. You have to ask them after the tea party. "All I am saying is that His Majesty is too…" Pieck stops as she realises what is about to slip out of her mouth. "Careful, Lady Pieck. You don't want to be arrested for treason." Lady Ymir smirks while throwing a grape into her mouth. This is not how you wished your first tea party as Queen of Eldia would go. You can feel your eyes sting, and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. "If you ladies have me excused." You say short, sniffing your nose as you stand up and rush out of the dining hall. The women look angry at Lady Pieck. "Great, you managed to do something worse than insulting the King…upsetting his precious wife." Lady Ymir finishes turning around to Darcy and Historia, hinting at them to follow you.

You lift your dress and rush to your chamber, trying to hold your tears. How could you fail to arrange a civil tea party? What would Eren think? You let out a "umph" as you collided with a tall frame holding you. "Hey there, how did the tea party go?" asks the last person you wanted to see. “Ehm Eren…I…” You take a deep breath to put on your brave face, but your tears fail you. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? What happened?" He whispers, drying your tears with his thumb; his eyes are wide and filled with concern. You escape his grip, rush to your chamber, and jump on your bed, slamming your face on the pillow. The door opens, and you can feel the familiar strong arms stroking your hair softly.

Since your braids are a couple of weeks old, you don't mind him touching them. Eren learned the hard way when to not touch your hair. The only response he got was sniffing from you. So he crawls over you and lays himself on top of you, peppering your neck with kisses. You burst out in laughter as it tickles, and you turn around on your stomach, facing Eren. He wipes away the last tears of your face and gives you a hug. "Want to talk about what happened at the teapot?" He whispers directly in your ears and lays his chin on your shoulder, which spreads goosebumps all over your body.

"I really wanted it to be perfect. The conversations started well, and suddenly, they all started to argue. As their Queen, I am responsible for ensuring the Ladies of the Court get along, and I failed. I couldn't succeed in the simplest task as Queen…I can't help but feel like such a failure." While still holding you, Eren lifts his head to face you. "You are no failure, love, and none of this is your fault." He says, cupping your cheeks. The two of you face the door, hearing knocking. "Your Majesty, it's Historia and Darcy. May we come in?" Eren kisses you on the cheek and whispers, "I'm so sorry, I'll fix this…I promise." He gets up and opens the door for Historia and Darcy. Historia whispers "Pieck" to Eren, who responds with a nod.

You, on the other hand, are left confused. What did he mean by "I'm sorry", and how does he intend to fix this? And what did Historia whisper to him? You need to find out what the hell just happened, "Historia?" The short blonde rushes over to you. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Darcy runs to close the door, knowing this conversation is not meant for the whole castle to hear. "What exactly is going on in the Courts?" You ask her. Historia takes a deep breath, "I'll tell you…about the story of Lord Zeke Jeager."

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saraji · 3 months

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AFTER A YEAGERIST MEETING

Floch comes to you when everyone was leaving the meeting room.

Floch: Hey, I need to talk to you about something. Are you free right now?

His voice was cold and emotionless as always but there was a hint of curiosity. You shaked ur head up and down as a yes

Floch: Why did you save me when i fall to the sea after shooting Marley's ship? Other soldiers useally hate me for my views and goal. You arent a Yeagerist since you want to stay in the Survey Corps. You just sometimes come to the meetings with other Survey Corps soldiers..Look what i am trying to say is.I-I want to know what you see me as. I am not ur leader, captain nor commender. Technically, I am not ur comrade as well.

You gulped. You had a crush on Floch since you saw his views for Eldia. You find him determind and strong. He is hot in ur book so you also find him atractive but you never had the guts to confess. Was this the time? Was ur secret crush for him seeable? You were speechless as he continued to talk

Floch: Y/N, do you by a chance...like me?

And oh boy here it is! The feeling you hide for 2 freaking years. You slowly noded as you looked at the floor, blushing and cant help but to think what he thinks about this. Then suddenly Floch liftes ur chin up and makes you look at him in the eyes. He softly kisses you on the lips as you kiss him back with pure joy and love. The kiss ended for 20 seconds as both of you pull back, breathing heavyly.

Floch: I love you

You: I love you more

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dont-f-with-moogles · 3 months

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Hey Terra 💝

My turn asking YOU something about that Fanfic Writer Bingo!

• What is your research about for Hange in Paradis?

• What fic did you write when you had drunk the most? (bonus point if you specify which type of alcohol was involved🍹)

Love you lots Terra Darling 💜

Yo! Thanks for sending me asks, Val 💞

What fic did you write when you had drunk the most? (bonus point if you specify which type of alcohol was involved🍹) I'd been drinking for most of the afternoon by the time I wrote my Vets karaoke drabble ('We Are the Champions'). I remember enjoying some a lot of Bailey's with ice.

What is your research about for Hange in Paradis? It's actually been your amazing mood boards which have helped with this! I've been trying to picture one of the rooms in the Captain's house in Paradis so I've studied up on your images and a bunch of pictures of vintage roll top desks. Here are the results. I may/may not use every word of this in 'A Sunrise Without You Is Coming' (Hange in Paradis), but I'll definitely use some!

A wooden, roll top desk stood before the window. Hange drew closer, captivated by the odd assortment of items arranged upon its surface. The upper portion of the desk was divided into narrow, open drawers. Some were empty, whilst letters were stacked neatly inside others. On the very top shelf several hardback books leaned against one another - The Great Economists. The Rise and Fall of the West. A Brief Military History of Eldia. There was an empty bottle, its label too faded to read. Beside this, a glass pot filled with scissors, brushes, fountain pens and assorted slim tools. And then a circular, wire frame which enclosed a photograph of Levi with his parents. Hange lifted it, marvelling at a much younger Levi. He had to have been in his late teens when this was taken; perhaps in his final days of school. There was something so carefree in his expression; all responsibilities shed away. Those years of freedom and opportunity before he had shouldered the burden of captaincy. Standing behind him, his parents seemed to be barely containing their pride. Their smiles were almost on the brink of laughter; only modesty forbade them from expressing their unrestrainable joy. Levi’s father was built similarly to him - short and stocky - with dark hair. He was dressed in a dark green military jacket and white trousers, only– Hange scrutinised the photograph. His crest was not Survey Corps, but the horse’s head of the Military Police. Hange replaced the photograph, turning their attention to a tiny wooden box beside it. Gingerly lifting its lid, Hange saw the same military crest. In a paler shade of green was the horse’s head, adorned by a mane of white thread. Shreds of dark green material still surrounded it. Hange almost withdrew, too afraid to touch it. But there was something else in here; another piece of cloth around the same size. The material was white, bearing hand stitching in a slightly darker white-grey. An elaborate letter ‘A.’ Hange snapped the lid closed upon it.

A small, ceramic dish, nothing more than an old trinket for holding jewellery, had been tucked almost out of view by the wooden box. As Hange had replaced the former item, they noticed the dish contained a few odd pins and a pair of pearl earrings. Until recently, Hange understood, this must have also held a wedding ring. His mother’s. They threaded the gold band around their finger, suddenly feeling the momentous weight of its history upon their hand. How could Levi have trusted them with this? They were little more than a stranger to him. A Marleyan spy. An enemy invader. And yet he had given them something so precious in the slim hope that it could save their life…

Down upon the desk’s surface stood another picture, this time surrounded by a square frame. Here was Levi again, a little older than in the first photograph, but still without the years of sacrifice and duty that had pain-tightened his lips and dulled the light in his eyes. Here he was with two others - friends from a long time ago? A taller blonde boy with a roguish grin and a girl with unruly red hair, hastily tied into low bunches. All three were dressed in casual clothes and bore backpacks upon their shoulders. Behind them stretched the expanse of a city horizon. Somewhere far from Paradis; somewhere humid and dense and sprawling, with vivid sunsets and too many people and mighty skyscrapers.

Hange placed down the frame and adjusted the one next to it. This image was far more familiar. Levi stood in his Survey Corps uniform, his expression as serious as ever. Surrounding him, standing two in formation on either side of him, were Oluo and Petra, and Eld and Gunter. Each of them had their hands stowed behind their backs, expressions grim and steadfast as though they were staring into the face of danger. And now, they were. Every second Hange remained in this place, they were endangering them all…

Beside a small stack of letters bound by string, Hange flicked through another selection of slim books in the middle of the desk. The last of these was not a book at all but a faded green sleeve. The only words printed upon it were For Levi.

As they lifted it, Hange could feel a large, circular record shift inside. Hange looked about themself. There was a gramophone downstairs but they had been instructed not to make any noise during the day for fear it would draw attention. And yet, how they longed to hear what it might contain…

#replies #ASWYIC #hange in paradis #wip wednesday #tw #tw: alcohol #levihan

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨" 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐎𝐓 / 𝐒𝐍𝐊 [𝐝𝐫]

》 contains: manga spoilers, misspellings

》 genre: angst

》 characters: eren, mikasa, armin, levi, hange x gn!reader

》 wc: ±1k

》 author's notes: hehehe i told u guys i'll have something up before my birthday! this one's not fluff though, but i hope i'll have inspiration to write for fluff soon. i think it's the lack of crush but yes. i bought a new book so i might disappear for a few days too. notes and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy this >\\<

— italicized : reader || — red : both

❀ eren jaeger

: but i love you...

: so?

: please let me-

: go.

— you knew well from the get go that it was difficult to love this man, it would not be easy making your way into his heart. he did not give even the slightest chance nor leeway for you to wriggle into his romantic life, and did not glance your way twice.

but you refused to give him up so easily. someone like eren jaeger was like a diamond in the rough, a once in a lifetime. he made you feel so many things that he did not even know he was making you feel, and that only added to the pounding feeling in your chest.

however to him, you were nothing but a pawn he could use, someone foolish enough to sacrifice their life for him so he could achieve his pursuit of freedom. all you were to him was a little idiot who was blinded by love, stupid enough to fall for him.

or so you thought.

he's a lot of things. the founding titan, the attack titan, the warhammer titan, the hope of eldia, the hero of paradis. and above all, the man you love.

and you? you're a soldier, a member of the regiment, quite strong but not so strong, an insignificant someone who was willing to give up your life for him.

however you're not omniscient.

and you can never know that he was only pushing you away for your own sake.

you can never know that he'll orchestrate the biggest crime in the world and paint him as the villain, you as the hero.

you can never know that his eyes always looks for you amidst the sea of green coats embroidered with dual-colored wings.

you can never know his true intentions, his true feelings, his true thoughts.

because nobody knows what's inside of him.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

so, go. leave and turn your back on him. because he is humanity's greatest enemy. he is an abomination to the world.

go. leave and turn your back on him. because he is the man that you love. he is the boy who sought freedom.

and between freedom and you? pfft. isn't it obvious which one he'll choose?

❀ mikasa ackerman

: but-

: i love you, so-

: please let me go

— she was one of a kind, figuratively and literally. she always seemed aloof from the world and almost non-existent, yet she is very well aware of everyone's dilemma. and you, little soldier, and your feelings are acknowledged by her as well.

even your other colleagues has their eyes set on her, but it seemed that the woman was only there for her friends, only there to protect them. and although people berated the scouts and called you guys "all muscles and no brain", it wouldn't take too long to see that the girl only has her affection reserved for someone.

she does not know how to deal with the affection and admiration she receieves from others, and often just turns a blind eye to such matters. she, after all, knows better than to give away false hope and motives to other people. her indifference and aloofness, however, pulls you in even more.

and you're not one to give up so easily.

she was so many things. an ackerman, a descendant of the shogun, the hope of hizuru, a strong veteran of the regiment, a big sister to everyone, the woman you love.

and silly little you. a recruit from the garrison, was too afraid to venture beyond the walls, throws up after shooting someone to death. the very opposite of her.

though indifferent, she avoids loose ends all the time.

the most she can do is turn you down as politely as she can, choosing her words carefully.

all she can do is to try to push you away when you persist and throw yourself at her.

all she can do is to avoid contact with you and turn the other side when she sees you across the hall.

all she can do is pretend that you no longer exist in her eyes and that all you are to her is a comrade, for that is all you'll ever be to her.

because her eyes, heart, and soul are for someone else.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

please let her go. set her free from the heavy burden of your admiration for her. in the first place, she's not responsible for those feelings.

let her go. are you damn blind and can't see that she'll never reciprocate that love?

it's not a matter of accepting the feelings. it's a matter of whose feelings she'll accept.

❀ armin arlert

: i love you

: so please-

: let me go

— it has been years since the genocide, and armin was doing great at his job as a diplomat. slowly but surely redeeming paradis and eldia, continuing the peace talks with other nations of the world and building a desirable place for the next generations.

and he comes home in his house in shiganshina, exhausted and fatigued from all the events and meetings. he closes his eyes and lets the tears fall as he cries out your name, voice cracking to a sob, head buried in his hands as he keeps on weeping.

his reddened eyes sweep over the room and looks for any lingering presence of you. your coat and uniform still neatly hung in the rack. your boots kept clean inside a box. your cape folded neatly and kept in a glass frame.

he's not one to forget so quickly.

he used to be the colossal titan, is the 15th commander of the regiment, is the diplomat representing the island of paradis. he's the man who still longs for you.

you were a veteran like him, a strong and righteous soldier, a brave and driven comrade, a caring friend to all. you're the person who perished in the battlefield, fighting for humanity.

he's a manipulator, being manipulated by his feelings.

he remembers you clear as day, so warm like the sand beneath his feet the first time he saw the ocean.

remembers you so sweetly, like the ice cream you two shared during your first visit in marley.

remembers you dearly, like the nights you spent at solace and peace, like the calm before the storm.

remembers you so happily, like the day you said yes to his proposal and planned a future for the both of you. a future robbed from the two of you.

fate is such a cruel and mean thing, especially to him.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

but he can't let you go though. he definitely cannot, not when you live so vividly in his memories, shining brightly like the way the ocean reflects the sunlight.

he can't let you go, with your eyes so soft and full of love in the photo you two took before hell broke loose; that photo framed and placed on his bedside table.

he can never let go, not when you haunt him so lovingly that you're almost his drug.

❀ levi ackerman

: but i love you

: so?

: please let me go

— humanity's strongest soldier isn't the strongest at everything, rather, he has times of vulnerability and weakness. often, it was in his confinement and when he's all by himself, when no one is around to witness such an embarrassing side of him.

the side of him who still yearns for you, your presence and existence — which vanished long ago in the war. it was funny really, that he, who never wanted to walk this path, is the last one to be standing. standing atop a tall mountain of the corpses of his comrades and friends.

he's the one to live a peaceful and serene, quiet life, all thanks to the sacrifice and devotion of other scouts. especially yours. he could never seem to just get rid of you in his mind, you were always lingering there, eager to bother him.

he fell and sank deeper into the abyss called you.

he's levi ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, a reliable veteran of the regiment, a captain of a squad. he's the man you love, be it when you were breathing and until in the afterlife.

you were a veteran like him, fighting alongside each other, growing tougher as you clawed your way to the top to survive and stand atop the pile of corpses of your comrades.

he's so strong, yet so weak. just a pair of broken shoes.

he had to be drunk on something, what a joke that he also adapted the mindset of his uncle.

he's drunk on something, on your lingering scent and the echoes of your voice even though it was never really there

he's drunk on you, the way you enter his dreams and asking him to let you go and let you rest in peace.

he's drunk on his hallucinations, the false images of you in the kitchen, the garden, the living room. the false warmth he thought he feels in the cold of the night.

you were a liquor he'd gladly take everyday instead of water.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

so, don't bother pleading him to let you go and set you free. he didn't beg you to stay, so don't expect him to set you free so easily. he's drunk on you.

and though the love you have to give is a lot and overwhelming, he simply can't take it as an incentive for letting you go, no.

you'll always live in his mind, even if all you are is a smoky haze induced by a liquor.

❀ hange zoë

: but i love you so

: please let me go

— a few months following the reclaim of wall maria, the scout regiment had been busy with a lot of things and missions and naturally, a lot of pressure fell onto hange's shoulders. and you, a veteran like her, had the responsibility of assisting in various tasks.

paradis gradually opened to the world, the same way hange's heart began to bloom feelings for you. perhaps it was the way you two spent the most time together, or it was the two of you who had the biggest sense of responsibility. either way, she did not deny that sensation.

the shift in her treatment towards you did not go unnoticed. she went out of her ways so many time for the sake of your convenience and comfort. even making subtle gestures to proclaim her romantic intentions for you, so often that a person might be blind if they don't see how much she loves you.

however, her affection and advances were overwhelming.

she's only so much. the 14th commander of the scout regiment, the titan freak, the smartest person in paradis. the woman who loves you.

and you? just another veteran who stood beside hange and aided her with her every call for assistance. someone righteous and did not bow down to others when it came to her safety.

with that, a realization struck you while doing paperwork.

she doesn't love you. she loves the memory of him in you.

she loves the way you always stand tall and dominating when facing other people, just the way he did.

she loves the way you stop her from doing something foolish she might regret soon, just the way he did.

she loves the way you never looked down on her despite her craziness when it involves titans, just the way he did.

she loves the way you remain humble and keep a low profile whenever it involves her, but never hesistant when you know she's being taken advantage for. the way she is your utmost priority, just the way he did.

you were a living memory of him, a glimpse of them.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

you always silently plead for her to let you go and just see you as yourself, not because you mirror someone she treasured so much.

you know how much hange relied on him, but it was way too unfair that she only made these advances when it was too late. she only loves the image of him in you.

so if she won't let you go, then you will.

you charged at the horde of colossal titans, buying them some time to get the aircraft going.

hopefully, she can let you go now.

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You're a Royal Whore - Eren Yeager Smut

originally posted on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39038085

-> Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia is a hot young bachelor wanted by many women.. and he hates it. You, on the other hand, are a hot young woman wanted by many men.. and you love it. What will happen when you wish for Eren to be the next victim to your schemes?

-> TW for literally so many things. MDNI, do not read if heavy BDSM elements make you uncomfy

"You're 19, Eren," The King spoke sternly to his eldest son. "You need to chose a bride, the pressure from the other kingdoms is getting extreme. You're Eldia's most prized possession, a handsome bachelor Prince." Prince Yeager chuckled, knowing he was just some sort of sex symbol to the Kingdom. He was no deeper in substance to anyone than his looks and status. "Now, I don't want to force you into an arranged marriage, but you know how Marley is. They will have you marry Pieck if you don't marry soon."

Eren sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. He was so tired, tired of women throwing themselves at him. Any other man might have loved the attention, bedding a different girl every night. However, Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia had his own opinions. He thought they were desperate and unappealing, even the prettiest whores who he spent a night with had him wanting to throw up afterwards, even executing one who made him particularly sick to his stomach. Pieck was the worst of them all, though; the way she bent over and the facial expressions she made not only around him but around any member of royalty was aggravating.

"Eren," His father, King Grisha, called him back to reality. Eren looked up at his father, uninterested. "Think about it urgently. In the mean time, please prepare yourself for our day."

Eren nodded, waving his father out of his room. He let out a big sigh, undressing as his servant chose his outfit. He watched as she selected a rather fancy outfit, complete with a long, red coat. He sneered at the cheesy gold tassels on the coat as he slipped it onto his arms before setting his crown on top of his head. His servants ushered him down to the main entrance, where his parents sat.

"Announcing the Royal Family of..." Eren couldn't hear the country or their King's name through his yawn. Nobody was looking at him anyway, a feeling Eren wasn't used to.

"Eren, go show the Princess to her room. It's the one beside yours." His mom whispered in his ear, gently nudging him with her elbow. He nodded, wiping his eyes and stretching, deciding he likely needed to be more awake for this.

As Eren took in his surroundings, he finally realized why he didn't feel hundreds of eyes piercing his flesh and analyzing his every move. It wasn't difficult for him to surmise this was the princess of whatever Kingdom, her beauty undeniable. Eren almost snorted once he realized who you were, even more uninterested than he previously was. He decided that tonight might end up being a little more fun than intended.

"Hi," You greeted, gently curtsy in the direction of the Prince. "I take you to be Prince Eren Yeager of Eldia?" Eren nodded, already over the eyes being back on him. You waited patiently for him to speak, used to men being too in awe to speak to you. However, Eren just stood there, his eyes looking right through you. You calmly cleared your throat and patted your dress down. "Uhm, may you please take me to my quarters?"

Eren's treatment of you was frustrating. Every other Prince you had met on your tour had been all too eager to bring you to your room and try to have their way, never ceasing to be on their best behaviour. You loved to watch their dejected faces when you rejected them, guards ready to take them away and gossip ready to be spread and ruin their reputation. Some couldn't even speak to you and would just awkwardly stare with red faces as they sat you down and tried to kiss you with quivering lips. Eren didn't fall into either of the categories at hand, though, and it was driving you nuts. You had to crack him, some way, somehow.. more for your ego than your amusement at this point.

You trailed behind as Eren walked you to his dorm, not even making an effort to socialize with you. He was attractive, you had to admit, but you wouldn't fall for it. He was more attractive than any Prince you'd played before, and apparently one of the hottest bachelors in the world. You couldn't simply give up.

Eren opened your door, gesturing for you to go inside. You sat on the bed, looking up at him expectantly, flittering your eyelashes. He cocked his head and turned to walk out before you called out to him.

"Eren, wait!" You called out. He turned around slowly as if someone had asked him to do chores. You tapped the spot beside you on the bed with a smile. "I'm a bit homesick. Won't you stay with me?"

Eren knew better than this, but he wasn't in the mood to have his father yell at him. It was inevitable; every Princess always tries this shit with him. It's just what his dad wants, taking whatever measures necessary to have Eren marry anyone but a Marley princess.

He sat reluctantly, staring at his lap to avoid your eyes. Your hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision, resting on his thigh, way too close to where it shouldn't be. He shot you a glare that you wouldn't admit you found hot.

This was going to be hard, you thought, double entendre to your meaning. You preferred to just tease your men, as it was easier to ruin their reputation this way. "He came onto me, he's so mean, King!" She would cry to their fathers. However, Eren was really just not interested, and it was driving you insane. You had to be bold.

Getting off the bed, you delivered another award winning smile to Eren before slowly undoing your dress and letting it fall. He didn't even look, keeping his eyes on his lap. You acted quickly, getting on your knees and reaching for his belt.

"The fuck are you doing, slut?" Eren hissed, grabbing your chin in his hand. "I don't want to fuck with someone with a shitty reputation like you."

"How do you know..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling exposed. You stood up, covering your chest.

"Everyone knows what you do," Eren explained, anger lacing his voice. "Some think you're a whore, others think you're just a scared virgin. Unfortunately you, I'm one of the few of the former."

"But... but every guy thinks I'm beautiful. Everyone wants me. Why are you any different?" You seethed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not a whore! I've only fucked two people! You're so fucking rude, Yaeger. If you think this saves your reputation, it doesn't, I'm still going to tell everyone you called me a-"

"Whore?" Eren completed with a laugh. "Because you are. Am I supposed to prove it?"

"Yeah." You answered without hesitation, ego too big to say anything else.

"So you're saying you consent to having sex with me? I'm just catching that so you don't fuck me over like everyone else," Eren teased, watching you nod determined. He hadn't planned on fucking you tonight, but fuck, you were hot. He had to avoid looking at you for a reason, but now he had to fuck some sense into you. Not that he intended for even a moment for you to enjoy it. "Let's start on a high note, bend over my lap."

"What? No, that's so fucking degrading." You scoffed, giving him a look that would make a normal man insecure.

"Oh, you're a brat. I thought you'd submit earlier." Eren laughed, shedding his red coat.

"I'm not submissive, twat," You scolded him. "I thought it was rather obvious I get off on being dominant."

"Aw, that's real cute," Eren cooed. "Unfortunately, you're going to be submissive with me."

"No, that's not how this works!" You whined. "You know, I liked you more when you didn't talk and were all hot and mysterious-" Suddenly, Eren's hand was around your throat and a smirk written on his face.

"Well, I was bored then," He replied nonchalantly. "Now, I'm about to play with a new toy."

He bored his eyes into your own as he held you to the wall by your throat, watching you thrash around. Once you began to fight it less, he let go and watched you crumple to the ground like a discarded napkin. He picked you up with ease, dropping you onto the bed and gently rubbing the marks on your neck.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you, little one?" He faked sincerity, and you fell right for it, nodding and letting tears prick your eyes. You went pale when he laughed. "I thought you were supposed to be some kind of dom, huh? You're fucking pathetic, you know that?"

"No, I am, I am, I can be... I'm so..." You tried, choking over nothing but your own words this time. He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ears.

"Then ride me, if you wanna be a top so bad." Eren encouraged, taking his hands away from you and laying on the bed next to you. You looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights, and that's when Eren knew you had submitted to him. "Aw, you can't do that, can you? You're not high and mighty at all. You are just a submissive little brat. You just needed someone to take care of you."

Eren kneeled in front of you and peeled your legs apart, your pussy making him lick his lips in a way so lewd you had to cover your eyes.

"You think I'm gonna give head to some slut like you?" He jeered, delivering a harsh slap between your legs that made you moan. "Listen to you. I thought you weren't a whore?"

Eren didn't speak as he slowly began to trace circles onto your clit, letting your whimpers do the talking. This was Eren's little secret: the quiet, nonchalant, highly desired Prince was a complete sadist. Though this had nothing to do with his desire to not get married; he just really fucking hated whores, enough to torment them sexually. He wouldn't lie to himself about how hot he found it to watch his own little slut melt under his touch, to cry because of him, to watch them lose all of their belligerence and submit to him. He loved his power over women in this way, though he hated the way they treated him like a sex symbol. It pissed him off until he got to see the bruises on their ass cheeks and watch them sob as he gave them no comfort, making them cum so many times they wished to never orgasm again.

Though, Eren will admit you are particularly beautiful, and he has been in a bad mood lately, so he goes easy on you. Easy isn't the way you'd describe it though, as Eren spits on your clit and continues to rub it in such a tantalizing way. His other hand finds its way to your nipple, watching you gasp as he runs his fingers over the hardened bud. He smiles, watching you enjoy the pleasure before taking both his hands away from your body. When you cry out for more, he delivers a harsh slap to your face, watching you gasp again. He loves it, every second of it. His cock is so fucking hard, he makes you watch as he takes all of his clothing off, his dick coming free with a slap.

You get on your knees again without a second thought, wanting his dick in your mouth in an involuntary reaction. He hold you back by his hair, and whether it be because he knows he'll cum too fast, or because he wants to torture you more, he truly doesn't know.

"I'm not done with you yet," He tells you, pratically dragging you back to the bed by your hair and pushing your legs apart. He wastes no time to insert but a single finger, waiting patiently for you to beg for more. Patience isn't needed with you, though; within seconds, you're begging for a second. He obliges you, but only at the expense of a painfully slow.

"Faster.. faster, more, please.." You plead, your hands in his long brown hair.

"Why should I?" He asks with an innocent. He's not innocent though, and is too impatient to wait for your pleas before he's finger fucking you with an added finger, the wet noises filling the room as you cry. "God, you preach that you're not a slut, yet listen to how wet you are." He smirks before he decides to do something different. He slowly brings his fingers back before repositioning his hand. Before you can realize what he's doing, his fist is slowly pushing into you. At this point, you're far too deep into a state of euphoria, way too fucked out to complain. As long as this man is touching you, you're content. You don't even come close to being able to acknowledge that's exactly what he wants, you've fallen right into Eren's trap.

"I knew you were a whore," Eren encourages, the use of that word haunting you still. "Look at your pussy, so loose it can fit my whole fist. It's a good thing I have such a big cock or you wouldn't even be able to please me. Not that you care about that--all you want is to feel good, huh?"

You cum with a fervor Eren has never seen before, but he doesn't care. It probably wasn't even your first orgasm, he doesn't really want to notice, though. He delivers a harsh slap to your cheek with his hand covered in your wetness, loving the embarrassment on your face in a way he can't explain.

"Okay, little whore," He finally speaks again as he gently caresses your face. "I think you're more than ready to ride me now." He watches as he stops touching your face and listens to your whimpers. He moves out of your reach, forcing you to come to him. You listen well, as Eren has trained you to do, and you sit on his lap. Your legs barely work, though, and your attempt to ride him is adorable to Eren. "God, this is so cute. Fuck. I could watch you fail to get high enough to slip onto my cock for ages, doll, I really could. But, I also wanna feel that wet pussy of yours, so let me help you, yeah?"

Eren is a Prince of a famous nation, regarded by the whole world. Of course he's in shape, but it does illicit a small gasp when he lifts you up with ease and slides his cock into you. The groan he lets out makes you cum, and you feel him twitch inside of you. Before you can even finish your orgasm, he's using your limp body like a fleshlight, fucking himself with you at a speed that makes you orgasm again and again.

"How many fucking times will you cum, you fucking useless bitch?" Eren snarls, just wanting to finish inside of you. His tip brushes against your gspot and rams into your cervix, the pain overwhelmed by the pleasure. The overstimulation becomes numbing as you start to sob, Eren's hips meeting yours at a speed entirely set by him. His cock starts to twitch inside of you, and he increases the force with which he slams your body onto his, before he cums with a low moan that makes you shiver. He fills you up and watches as his cum pours out of you and back onto himself.

"Nasty fucking cum dumpster, god," Eren complains. "I fucking hate whores." He drops you and begins to clean himself up, leaving you to suffer on the bed.

"My father wants us to marry, Eren," You croak out. "I love you, let's get married."

Eren laughs. It will never be a happy ending for him, will it? The torment never ends.

"Sorry," He says, hand on the doorknob. "I might fuck them, but I certainly don't marry whores."

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codingpoodle · 1 year

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AoT Ending thoughts on symbolism and greater scheme of things (cycle of hatred, fate, etc.)

Spoilers of course. If this reads a bit weird, I am somewhere between buzzed and drunk. Because the ending of this damn story left me depressed but also plotholes + commentary on themes that are in other existing works.

Based on manga panels, it is clear the giant tree growing from/near Eren’s grave mirrors the giant tree Ymir stumbled across while fleeing pursuers. For Ymir, this was the site of her original curse, something she didn’t ask for. The mirrored trees obviously imply that the source of the Titan’s power may return should someone (I.e. the boy who was wandering the forest in the final panel) stumble upon it.

HOWEVER. And I’m not trying to be an optimist here. The ending leaves it open whether the boy goes into the tree or not. For all we know, he could go “huh, cool tree” but not go inside it (he is with his dog, probably wouldn’t want to abandon it). If the boy went in the tree, we can assume a new cycle of Titan curse would occur. If the boy did not go in, and went on his way, the tree would still be there. Here are my thoughts based on these two scenarios.

The boy goes in: New cycle of Titan power begins, but the world is different (since when Ymir began the cycle it was more primitive times). Due to the nature of the Founder and retaining memories from inheritors previous and future, it could be argued, and I think within a good amount of reason, that to some extent, the memories of Ymir’s cycle would exist in this new Founder Titan. All of that transpired when Ymir was a slave all the way to Eren and Mikasa freeing her through a cataclysmic event, and the root of the whole thing: power and control.

The boy goes about his merry way: The giant tree is still there. Even though the boy in the final panel left, the tree doesn’t just wither. Someone else could stumble upon it and innocently fall into the sinkhole and get doused in the source of life’s liquid. Point being, a new cycle can keep being delayed if ignored, but the possibility of a renewal is always present. This could go on for tens of thousands of years. The possibility will still be there, it will forever haunt the world. Maybe no one will ever go in...

And now, the greater scheme of things part...

The first King Fritz was a power hungry maniac. His Eldia was already killing and pillaging before the Titans were a thing. What also was present before the Titans? The source of all life. If the source of all life is indeed the source that brought about all beings, then there was already conflict in the world, as though it was the nature from the source. Conflict existed before Titans.

If the source of all life birthed a bunch of beings that end up warring with each other, we can see a parallel to our real world. In AoT universe, when interacted with (via Ymir by random chance) it seems to accentuate the nature of conflict and power by making the first Titan -- something hyper-powerful to exert dominance over others. The source of all life naturally fuels conflict because of the existence of power. One could say it’s in “human nature”, which would parallel the Real World. Power corrupts.

And if we don’t learn from history, it is doomed to repeat itself.

(If AoT’s royal Founders didn’t just willynilly erase memories maybe people would’ve learned (I get that surface-level reasoning is that they erased memories so they could be exterminated because redemption, in their eyes, was out of reach even though at that point in time there were majority innocents to the atrocities of those committed an era earlier) to NOT repeat that kind of shit. Like, just let everyone in on what happened and there could maybe be a mutual understanding SMH. ANYWAY.)

That’s where the whole thing about inheriting all memories across time comes into play. As mentioned in the above section (The boy goes in), the new source of life and the potential of a new founder could reasonably inherit the previous cycle’s memories of violence, thus informing the new founder of previous tragedy that can be avoided going forward. Or at least lessened. I mean, the Attack Titan could see “forward”, to what extent is fate deterministic? (More on determinism later.)

Reality, no matter how deterministic this fictional world works, eventually has to write itself if a future vision wants to exist and essentially forward the message to the past (tbh when this became a main plot point for the world building I immediately went “ew, paradox shit BYE”). So to some extent, a freestyle reality had to have occurred without any interference of some all-knowing being. And that freestyle reality still has conflict and revenge and perseverance. I don’t think Eren forced anything so much as he saw the “original” reality and saw that as the fate bound to happen (he was kinda bound by fatalistic thinking, since he saw everything happen in “visions” and probably thought “hey, this is bound to happen, so I have to reinforce that it does because it already came to pass”). I mean, Grisha injected Eren with Titan serum, and Eren wouldn’t have had the Attack Titan’s abilities/memories had Grisha not done that in the first place. Eren wouldn’t have been able to influence anything if not for this event happening to begin with.

Perhaps the nature of the Paths imbues other lines of thinking (I.e. when Grisha didn’t want to slaughter the Reiss family) since it gives views into AUs in a way. We see this especially when Eren brings Mikasa to the path in which they abandon the war and live out their time together in relative peace. “In another life”, if I may. There may be a canon reality (just based on how this world works), but the nature of the Paths (hell, the fact that they’re called Paths) can see that there’s a possibility out there.

Before I forget, I’d like to mention that this branch of fate/inevitable reality (root reality?) may reflect Langton’s Ant, in which a cycle will repeat itself even with chaotic beginnings. In terms of AoT, no matter how many deviances occur, the Ant will return to its path. Then there’s the Mandlebrot set, which has its own cycles but also sees points of departure from the set. The Ant is set to a cycle while the Mandlebrot set has its escapees from the cycle. I wonder if any of these concepts influenced Isayama.

So if the nature of the Paths is retained in a new cycle (memory retention etc.) it is possible that humanity in a future cycle of destruction can learn from the previous cycle. This parallels our actual world, in which technology advances and civilization moves on after several tragic events between nations and cultures. And yet while weapons and tech become more powerful and worrisome, people as a whole seem to have better understandings of one another (the growth of LGBTQA+, diversity, advocacy, cycle breaking within families, etc.) and are going out of their ways to break pre-established cycles of hatred.

This could be the case for the boy (or whoever) if he ends up entering the giant tree. Having knowledge of the previous cycle via memories, a new cycle of violence may begin, but with an improved mode of attaining peace. While the final manga panel is ominous in that it implies humanity is doomed to a cycle of hatred (which makes sense), it also seems to imply, through all the fighting done by our Survey Corps/Warriors team, it can be stopped, or at least lessened each time a new cycle begins. We can do better, should we continue to learn from history. To me, in this cyclical world of war, if horrible atrocities are inevitable, then they can also be cyclically stopped. If the boy starts a new cycle, then there’s a way for it to end, because it’s been done before.Taking a cue from the series, when Hange joins with the deceased Survey Corps and Erwin tells them they did their job right, it has this vibe of “you did your best while trying to do the right thing, and that is what humanity needs more of. You’ve done your part in setting this on its course.”

Eren wanted to free the subjects of Ymir via mass genocide and turning his allies into heroes for taking him down. Zeke wanted to sterilize them so they could eventually die out. If Eren and Mikasa ran away like in one of the Paths, annihilation via Marley would continue. It all ends with annihilation one way or another. Would sterilization/dying out trap Ymir? Or would the cycle find another way to start? Maybe someone out there knows, but the source of all life was just out there when Ymir found it, could it reappear? I feel like Isayama wouldn’t simply seal it away, because whenever something gets sealed away (see: Legend of Zelda (which also has a hatred cycle), Naruto, honestly a lot of popular works) it finds a way out. Like, if Ymir doesn’t have anymore living subjects to bestow Titan power upon via Paths (because if no one is eaten, then some random subject gets it), maybe a new Giant Tree type of thing would happen. I mean, that kinda happened with Eren’s dead head, which was severed from the life centipede. I guess you could argue that after all the Eldians die, including any of the 9 titans (well, I guess 7 since Eren combined a couple) a giant tree could still be born from their bones.

I think what’s ironic is Eren so wanted freedom, but he was bound by his fatalistic thinking. While he was the one who convinced Ymir that she’s always had her choice, he did not see his own choices available due to time moving different in his mind. Maybe someone needed to do a similar sequence with him to remind him he too has a choice and isn’t bound by the visions of Rumbling. But of course, he pulled a season 8 Daenerys Targaryen (he burned that wheel just like her oop but a little more in character).

At the end of the day, any work of fiction is a commentary on something. In this case, it’s a commentary on cycles of violence. The source of all life brought and continued to create (Titans) conflict, and people kept trying for revenge, perpetuating war and oppression. Is it human nature to oppress? But then there’s always something within human nature that wants to resolve it. It’s a doomed cycle that ebbs and flows, but we can learn. Just stop erasing the memories if you’re in AoT’s universe, and stop censoring books in the real world. See everyone as a proper human. And maybe one day, while the possibility of a new cycle of violence being born will be everpresent, we can learn from past mistakes and not actively start a new one (and if we do, nip it in the bud). The choice to start a new cycle will be there, but we have a choice to not allow for it to destroy us. There is hope for us in the real world, and I think the final panel of AoT also expresses that, just in a haunting way.

#aot #aot headcanons #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot ymir #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #mikasa #ymir aot #ymir snk #cycle of violence #cycle of life #zeke jaeger #aot zeke

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yagamisdiary · 11 months

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i love how you write the cute little things in blooming relations 😭 for example how after the weed sesh at the pool with eren yn sash n connie, eren did an awkward high-five with yn and decided to try to find more ways to talk to her AND in eldia whenever yn was bouncing around the room when her and jean finally kissed 😙

i try to make it as realistic as possible because i feel like most stories it’s like boom they fall in love and they are perfect and comfortable around eachother immediately and tbh it’s not like that irl

every relationship is bound to have its awkward/nervous phase where they don’t really know how to act around eachother and they get nervous seeing them or when small stuff happens

THANK U <333

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lady-eny · 2 years

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Title: On the Nature of Duty (6/?)

Some tags: AU - Spies & Secret Agents, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Mikenana, Minor Zekehan, Minor Character Death, Reincarnation

Summary:

When Levi, Eldia’s best agent, is sent to kill the marleyan star analyst Hange Zoe, he doesn’t expect what awaits him.

Forced to team up with his enemies to save the world, he soon starts losing sight of his duty. Despite reminding himself how much he hates her, Levi can’t prevent his brain from scrambling at her mere presence, ever closer…

Perhaps it’s that he knows her from a long time ago…

Cross-posting on: AO3

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 Notes: Coming next: Zeke and Marley. I update every friday! Thank you so much for reading! Comments are always welcome✨

Chapter 6

The crash struck his ears, as well as the thud of her body landing on the ground.

Something inside of him paralyzed. Didn’t start functioning again until perceiving the slow rise and fall of her breathing.

She was alive.

His eyes turned into slits of anger. This was Kenny’s fault, all of this!

“Armin! You take care of Hange!!” He commanded before chasing these bastards.

D-8

“And he’s so paranoid, too,” The Ripper mocks as Levi stands by the table.

His feet hesitate before taking a step away, hand sliding over the cold and metallic back of his chair. Pull it out and retake his seat, or leave it behind? Levi switches a look with Hange, to which she responds with a subtle nod.

Go.

He walks away. Stops at the edge of the restaurant’s area, the neon green light and the red from the bridge falling on him. Glances back. With her profile to him, Hange doesn’t look back. Kenny does, though. The Ripper arches his brow at him in a derisive way, laughs exuding from his eyes. Levi’s expression hardens and conveys a silent warning that will likely fall on deaf ears.

Levi can’t waste more precious time. He turns and goes after the strange man’s trace, disregarding the feeling of dread engulfing his entire being., which only inflates and fortifies with every step he takes away from Hange and The Ripper.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Levi puts a hand to his ear and communicates with their team. “There’s a suspicious man in the vicinity. Brown t-shirt, khaki pants, dark hair. Look for him.”

“Got it,” answers an unknown voice from his earphone.

Levi hurries down the street. He scans the zone. The unintelligible murmur of the people rises around him. Passers-by crowded around a food cart, shop windows, androids carrying their masters’ purchases... There. The man sneaks out of a congregation and turns into a street. Levi’s eyes narrow, looking at the last spot the man was. He takes a glimpse in the direction of the restaurant he just left.

In his ear, Hange’s voice rings. “I’ll take some tea,” she says, and is followed by unclear words, perhaps of a waiter talking or the sort.

I’ll only be away for a minute, he promises himself, and runs after the man. Moves past stores and restaurants with ground-eating strides until reaching him.

His back is right in front of him.

Levi charges and puts a knife to the man’s throat. “Don’t fight or I kill you.” The man raises his hands, stiffening.

A gasp makes him turn his head. A grey-haired woman with shopping bags hanging from her forearm noticed the exchange and is petrified in the middle of the street.

Shit. He was so focused on completing this fast that he didn’t think this through. No problem—he just has to conclude this as soon as possible. Levi drags the man to an alley, not without shooting a warning look at the woman. If she told someone—which she absolutely will do—he’d get in unnecessary trouble.

Surrounded by a putrid smell and out of the light and sight of dozens of people, Levi hisses, “Who are you?” The man doesn’t utter a sound, so Levi pricks his skin enough to let a line of blood out. He only gets a small groan in response. “I asked, who are you?”

The man struggles against him, but Levi doesn’t waver. His teeth sink into Levi’s arm skin. Levi swears at the stinging, not loosening his hold still. The man grips his arms and tries to rotate him, but Levi slips out of his grasp. Yet with the sudden motion, Levi’s knife flies to the ground. The man gets to turn and throws punches once, twice. Levi dodges them all.

There’s something oddly familiar about his fighting style…

Nimbly, Levi crushes the man. Strikes his stomach, his throat. Kicks him behind the knees and he drops to the ground. A fine sheen of sweat shines on the man’s upper lip. Levi can’t shake the feeling—he’s seen this man before. But where?

Levi listens to Hange coughing from his earphone “Kenny is such a nice name. Is it even real?”

When it comes, Kenny’s response is muffled, further away from the microphone as he is. “Yours too, but it’s probably fake… You’re from Marley, aren’t you?”

Levi halts mid-punch.

How does he know that?

Of course he investigated her before coming, Levi surmises. The man uses his distraction to get out of his reach. Levi snares him by the back of his shirt before he crawled out of the alley. Hurls him against a wall and pulls his hair back to expose his neck. Half his mind is here and the other on the conversation in his ears.

“To the point,” Hange’s tense voice booms in his head. “You have what we want?”

“Information, eh? You must be with the WCO. Oh no, don’t be so worried, Miss Bean. I won’t hurt you. I don’t mind who you’re with and neither that you’re a vicious marleyan. Only about money.”

“I am with the world,” she states. Levi detects the strain in her tone. Is it because of the derogatory term? Or is something else going on, something he’s unaware of? He has to come back there. A minute has already passed.

Levi retrieves his knife and knocks the man in the face with its handle. The hit makes his head bounce and twists his sunglasses. He spits a groan along with blood. But no words.

He returns the knife to the man’s sweaty neck. “Who are you?!”

Conscious and aware, the man refuses to speak. Levi pins him harder to the wall. The most they need is information. If Kenny doesn’t talk, capturing one of these men could give them just that. But why won’t this one open his mouth?!

Hange continues talking, “Whoever is doing this is a threat to all of us. You should know that.”

Kenny chuckles. “I don’t care about the world. The money, and you get your answers.”

A sigh from her, and then a bump. She must have placed the money bag on the table. “Here. But you won’t take it until you tell me what I want to hear. Who hired you?” Hange is racing through her words. Sounds almost strained.

Something is wrong with her. Levi’s heart pounds within his chest. “Calling to reinforcements,” he yells to his earphone. “I have him; I’m two blocks away, in an alley around an ice cream store.”

No reply.

Where the hell is everyone?!

Levi can’t let the man go; he must be interrogated. He racks his brain, seeking which should be his next move. They require answers, that’s for sure. But mostly, he needs his fucking team to arrive so he can return!

Unexpectedly, the man whirls and strikes Levi’s stomach. Air blows out his body as he bends over his abdomen, losing his cap while that. Heartbeats drill his temples.

Kenny mutters, “I’m unsure of who. As far as I know, the leader is a man, but I only met one of his minions. An important one, though.”

Levi reincorporates. The man’s reaching for the exit, answers slipping away from his fingers. Levi can’t let him go. He throws a trash can lid at the man. It doesn’t wound him but does achieve to slow him down enough. Levi gets to him and hits him with an uppercut to the chin. The man’s sunglasses fall as blood spills from his mouth. Without the sunglasses, Levi sees his dark eyes full of fear, darting and darting to the alley’s exit behind Levi.

Great. He should be scared and spit out his secrets once and for all.

“Who are you working for?!” Levi barks to the man, whose mouth is pressed into a firm slash. Instead of attacking, the man dashes to the exit. Levi gets in his way, and using the man’s impulse, stamps his face against the opposite wall.

“Ho—How was he?” Hange asks in his ear. Levi picks up her evident alarm. Where are those damn reinforcements when needed?! He needs to get to her, now. But the man… Levi glimpses at his sealed lips blocking out any valuable information. He can’t go without getting anything from him.

He just has to make haste.

Levi steps away from the man. Takes a stone and seizes it. The man storms to him in an attempt to push him down but Levi strikes him on the nape. The man collapses.

“I think he was okay,” Kenny jokes. After a silence, he says, “Fine, fine. Middle-height, dark-haired, light-colored eyes. Is that enough?” A beat. “Look at this, how late is it? Do you happen to own any wristwatch? You know, the ones that are coming back in fashion. I was planning to buy one…”

Fuck you, Kenny.

“Where did you meet him?” Hange retorts. Levi’s shoulders tighten; she is clearly frightened. Kenny might not recognize those slight dwindles in her voice, but he does—how does he do it, he doesn’t know, yet her fear seeps into him and curls in his stomach.

“Liberio.”

And fuck you, Marley!

Levi needs to return. He reviews his surroundings in search of something, anything useful. The trash. He empties some garbage bags in desperation, ignoring the rotten stench that emanates from their content. Drags the unconscious man to a wall.

“Where in Liberio?” Hange asks.

Levi ties the man’s hands with a bag. Takes another one and shackles him to a plastic tube. If he wakes up, the fragile material will only stop him for so long. This isn’t ideal at all, but what else is he supposed to do? He has to go, more so as their team seems to be MIA.

Kenny replies to Hange, “In—”

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT

Levi’s feet turn into concrete.

The rumble of gunfire echoes and echoes from his earphone, so loud that it ends with a piercing ring that makes him take the device off. When he puts it on again, he hears pure static. It’s no matter. The succession of machine-gun fire reverberates off the alley walls, followed by shouts and hurried footsteps.

No no no no no… Levi can’t think nor breathe, completely paralyzed in ice. From his spot in the alley, the narrow view down the street shows a throng of people jogging away from the tourist zone.

Away from the bridge.

From the restaurant where Hange and The Ripper are.

Or were.

His feet react by themselves, propelling him to the restaurant the fastest he’s ever moved. Pain stabs his heels at every stride. Gunshots continue wriggling around him as he crashes against the panicked crowd.

The sound of gunfire comes to a sudden stop. Deathly silence descends on everyone.

Levi keeps his pace. When he reaches the point where the street ends to make way for the open area of the restaurant, he realizes how alone he is. How desolate the restaurant stands, only the whizz of the harsh wind running over him, gusting on his ears. Everything is quiet and gloomy, far from the view of minutes ago, when it was bursting with noise and activity.

He hesitates before venturing to the building, dread knotting in his stomach. Surveys the distant rooftops, the obscure corners from which enemies could be targeting him. There doesn’t seem to be anyone, which doesn’t reassure him. He encircles the restaurant, fingers gripping the hidden weapons on his belt.

Awareness of the danger climbs up his legs, but he pushes on. Men covered in blood on the ground, half-eaten dishes abandoned on the tables, broken glass on the floor… and no trace of life. The ones who could fled. The ones who couldn’t are dead.

And Hange? The Ripper? What happened?

His chest closes around a deep stab of panic—she wouldn’t be dead, right? In that case, there would be a corpse… Most of the bodies on the ground belong to men dressed in brown, much like the clothes from the man he left in the alley.

Levi lets the open area behind and swings the restaurant’s building crystal door open. The place is vacant and gloomy, as if the entire building was engulfed with shadows but for the faint reddish gleam of the bridge over it. Nothing here. He cranes his neck to look down the nearest street, then glances at the beginning of the bridge.

Through the disturbing quietness, he treads to the lifeless bridge, inspecting its corners for a glimpse of her, of noise, of anything. He paws a hand through his hair. He shouldn’t have left her. Now she might be dead, just like Moblit is. He knew she was in danger, and still…

It only took me five minutes, flows in his mind as he clutches his sore neck. A burden made of regret begins wrapping around him. As part of his team, she is his responsibility.

Hange can’t be dead; she wouldn’t die that easily. But where is she?

Distant sirens become louder and louder. Suddenly, armed men in black surround him. Levi’s muscles tense until he recognizes the WCO’s logo on their armors. Some delve into the bar while others scatter on the adjacent blocks.

“Agent Ackerman,” one of them tells him. “We have this under control.”

“We have to find Agent Zoe.” Hundreds of possibilities pass through Levi’s mind. Maybe The Ripper took her? Maybe she hid? “She could have run away with the crowd, or…” Or they took her. He thumbs his eyes. She must be somewhere nearby. On the streets or the—

Something low and faint, much like a moan, skims to him.

“Yes, sir. We are already—”

“Shhh!”

Adrenaline courses through his veins. He concentrates on hearing, hearing. A muted voice ebbs from the side of the bridge. He bolts in its direction. With one hand on the metal and icy surface of the bridge tower, he peeks at the violent sea waves below.

In the space between the ocean and the surface of the bridge, halfway on the pier made up of metallic trusses that extend along it, a green sweater and messy brown hair stick out.

“Hange?” He gasps under his breath.

“… Levi?” Returns with the wind almost noiselessly.

The other agents rush to the edge and look down. One declares, “I’d call a rescue team!”

Levi kneels. Even when the fence at his front obstructs the view, he finds an angle that lets him make out her hands around the metal and her head tilted up. She must have lost her wig somewhere, because it’s nowhere to be seen. She’s way down. “How did you get there?” He screams.

“Ah, you see, some people were trying to—” She lets out a cry of pain. Urgently, she mumbles, “I think my foot is stuck. I can’t free it nor feel it anymore. And my arms… I won’t be able to hold on for much longer. I’m out of ideas.”

One of the agents announces, “A rescue team will arrive soon and—”

“She won’t make it,” Levi cuts him, realizing it just as he says it. His eyebrows draw together as he notes the tremors in her hands. If they surrender, she’ll fall to a sure death. “… Get me a rope.”

“A what?” The agent looks around in confusion.

The wheels in Levi’s brain accelerate with a surge of energy. Maybe her falling to her death would be for the best. Undeniably, the best for Eldia. And yet… Can he stay still while she dies, when he can prevent it?

A better person wouldn’t hesitate. As it turns out, he isn’t. If she dies… What if the mission fails because of her absence?

That won’t do.

“Get me a rope!” Levi repeats louder. The agent staggers to the others. “Hold on,” he tells Hange. “You’re going up soon.”

As he waits, nothing wanders in his mind but the logistics of what he’s about to perform. His chance of failing and dying is worse than he’d like. In the scenario of dying, Erwin will surely bring him back just to kill him personally.

The agent jogs back with a frayed rope. “This is the best we could find.”

At least it is long. Levi grasps its roughness, stretching it out to estimate its resistance. Anyway, it’s the only one they got. He ties it to the pillar and rolls it up around him, securing it on his torso.

“For nothing in the world let it unravel,” he orders the agents before getting on the fence. Should he rely on these inept agents?

No way. Levi finds it more reassuring to trust in his own experience and the rope’s untested strength. He places a foot on one of the metal beams under him, then another, and with that, he’s climbing down.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Hange worries from below.

Not really. “Yes.”

At any rate, this isn’t the worst thing he’s ever done, and hopefully, neither the last. After a few minutes, Levi reaches her. The night conceals most of her, but the red lightning from the bridge brushes her now pallid and dirty face. Her moist eyes are opened more than normal, and despite the freezing weather, beads of sweat slide down her forehead.

“Hi,” she whispers, her usual smile not following her greeting. On closer inspection, he notes that her fake nose is gone as well.

He maneuvers to hold himself with one hand and check her foot with the other. In truth, her foot is stuck. He tries freeing it to no avail, only achieving to grow tired. Without any other choice, he struggles to remove her sneaker. When he manages to take it off, the shoe plummets and crashes into some rocks, against which it bounces to finally dip into the tumultuous waves that sink it.

Uh. Better not to look down.

Levi releases her foot with ease. “It’s done.”

“Uh-huh.” Hange shakes her leg. “Thanks.” Her knuckles are white by the effort of holding herself, the tremors worse than mere minutes ago. Would she be able to safely climb?

“Come here.” He places himself in front of her and steels his hold.

It takes her a moment to interpret him. She gapes, “What? No. You won’t be able to hold us both.”

His jaw works. As much as he hates his reputation, doesn’t she remember why he’s considered the best? “I will.”

“If you fall, we both do,” she counters, shaking her head.

“We won’t.”

“I can do it by myself.”

“You do?” He cocks his head.

“I…” She looks at the top of the bridge, still far away from them. She’s thinking on a solution so hard that he can practically hear her thoughts, calculations rushing over her head. In the end, she breathes a weighted sigh. “Okay. Fine.”

Hange wraps her arms around his neck and then her legs around his hips. He releases an unsteady breath as she tightens her arms, hugging herself to him. Only for a second, he allows himself to take in the weirdness of this. When was the last time someone was this close to him for else than fighting? The last time he’s been hanging by a thread, with the possibility of falling to his death with one misstep? Nothing new to him. This is, though, the first time he’s in one of these situations and not alone.

He unwittingly sucks in her scent of sweat and metal, underneath of which leaks out an earthy fragrance with a hint of roses. Every so often, he forgets how everyone, even marleyans, carries their own set of inherently human attributes. He relaxes in her steady presence.

For once, he didn’t fail. Not again. She’s alive.

Levi struggles to adjust his position before climbing up. The metal from the bridge is like ice chunks numbing his hands, yet he presses on. It’s not like he can give up.

There’s an abyss of difference between going down and up, even more so with Hange’s extra weight. He feels sweat rolling down his spine, his fingers stiff and burning. Come again, why did he decide to risk his life for such a shitty person that he hates so damn much?

“Sorry,” she murmurs against his ear. “I must be heavy. It’s because of the chocolate chips in the muffins, right?”

He bites down a laugh. This is not the time to lose control. And she isn’t even funny, he remembers. Marleyans are in no way funny.

“I promise to eat only five next time, and—”

“Silence,” he grunts.

“Sorry.”

Lifting his leg is getting harder and harder, yet he’s about to reach the fence. He puts one foot up and... slips.

They fall.

His stomach and heart leap up into his throat, Hange’s muffled screams stunning his ears.

Their fall halts.

With the abruptness of the stop, they swing out of control. His head crashes against the hard metal of the bridge with a loud clink. Bright spots dance before his eyes, mind spinning for a few breaths.

He blinks and clears his view, ignoring the sharp pain in his forehead. The rope is, for the time being, keeping them suspended. Not trusting it to support their weight much longer, he flails his arms and legs to hold onto something, until he clasps a beam.

“Are you alright?” She asks when they’re relatively secure again, her voice watery.

He limits to nod before resuming his climb. Although his muscles are sore and his raw fingertips sting as if they were being scorched, his entire concentration is on not loosening and keep moving. Otherwise, they’ll both die, and he’s planning on watching Joan the Slayer’s season finale.

Hange’s arms tremble around his neck. She doesn’t as much as lift her head from the crook of his neck anymore. His breathing has become labored by the moment he reaches the protective fence. Hands stretch out and Hange goes up first. With the help of those useless agents, she makes it to the bridge. Levi flexes his aching arms and climbs the last stretch. He lands on the firm floor with an exhalation. His legs give up and he drops to the ground.

Inches from him, Hange sits down with her back to the fence, pulling her legs to her chest. His posture sags in relief. Apart from some scratches on her arms and a dirt smudge on her cheek, she appears to be whole.

“What happened?” He asks when his breathing stabilizes, studying her. Her clothes are dirty and disheveled and the sleeves of her sweater rolled up, but there’s no blood in sight. However, she felt so threatened that she resorted to hiding in such an extreme place.

It merely took me five minutes…

“Kenny’s men.” Her glasses slip down her nose, and she pushes them up with her trembling and sweaty wrist. “A man—he came from the street and sat in my line of sight. I knew he was problems, but thought you guys were going to come for him. I didn’t want Kenny to doubt us and not talk, so I didn’t…” She takes a shaky breath. “He shot at me, and I… I dropped to the ground just in time. At once, every person from the other tables stood up, put out guns, and… shot him to death. Kenny… they were their men. He told me I should run, so I did, because more people were coming toward me. They chased me to the bridge, and more gunshots…”

He should have known that The Ripper would never show up without protection. “You let The Ripper go?”

She shoots him an incredulous look. “He saved my life!” Her hands are overtaken by tremors as she gathers her hair to make a ponytail.

Looks like that, Levi ponders. There must be something they don’t know, because it just isn’t feasible.

Without any tie, Hange lets her hair fall again. She sinks her head between her knees. “Thanks. For—”

“Everything is clear,” someone announces from afar. The remaining team comes to them.

“Where were you?!” Levi fumes at the closest agent. Scrubs a hand over his face, employing the entirety of his will on remaining calm and civilized with these WCO stupid agents.

The agent hunches. “Agent Ackerman, sorry for the delay, we were ambushed and—”

“They came from nowhere!” The other interjects.

Levi inhales. Patience, patience. He’s usually so good at remaining calm… “How many did we lose?”

“None, sir. We got them,” another celebrates.

Levi’s muscles quiver. He jumps up and points his index finger at them. “Do. You. Know. How. Important. She is?!” He grumbles, strained. His voice raises. “You could have come sooner, you should have! She’s alive only for her shitty good luck!” Hange flinches at the noise. Levi closes his eyes and speaks, lower this time, “I left one of them two blocks from here, in an alley around an ice cream store. Get him and send him to interrogation.”

The agents nod and rush away.

A blaze of smoke drifts through the air from a street beside the bridge. Levi’s instinct doesn’t allow him to ponder. With careful steps, he leaves the bridge and everyone behind. Turns the corner.

The sole relevant thing about the place is the man leaning against a lighting pole.

With one foot on the pole and knee up, The Ripper takes the cigarette from his mouth and breaths out smoke. “It took you a long time, shorty.”

Levi steals down the street, hands on his belt in alert. “What did you have to do with this?”

The Ripper snickers, quite amused. Spreads his arms. “Believe it or not, nothing.”

Hard to believe. Levi encircles the man without closing the distance. In his experience, a fight with The Ripper is difficult enough, and with the soreness of his arms… Better to avoid it altogether. Even when tempted to call the other agents, Levi doesn’t make a move.

He’s… curious.

More than curious.

Baffled.

A question keeps gnawing at him. He can’t stop it from surfacing. “Why did you help her?”

“Do you think I’m not capable of any decency?” I do, because you aren’t. Kenny’s eyes are equal parts inquisitive and teasing on Levi. Not at all. “I don’t feel particularly compelled to kill someone just because. Neither do I find it entertaining to let someone die while we’re having a pleasant chat.”

“That’s absurd.” Levi’s confident of his ability to recognize a lie when he hears it. All the more, this is The Ripper talking. Treacherous. Untrustworthy. An asshole. “Tell me the truth.”

“Not everything is black and white, Ackerman. Your narrow eldian’s mind likes to think so, but that’s nothing more than a sham.”

Levi stops under a banner announcing the new Tybur phones. “I don’t believe you.”

“No, I didn’t think you would.” The ripper smirks. “Still, for the sake of this negotiation, tell the beauty that the ones behind this are very powerful people. If they happen to succeed, the entire world would change.” Kenny shakes his head. “Wish her good luck for me.”

That does catch him by surprise. The Ripper almost stroke as reluctant to let those criminals win. Unbelievable.

“Why would you tell us this?” Levi inquires, his conflicting emotions hidden by his low tone.

“I don’t enjoy getting interrupted or attacked. Besides, it’s nothing you didn’t already know.” Kenny doesn’t say anything else before ambling off. As he strolls down the street, his shape gets smaller until it’s imperceptible.

Levi eyes the rooftops around, and upon finding no imminent menace, comes back.

“I can meet Kenny again,” Hange whispers as soon as she spots him, placing her chin on her knees.

“There’s no use.” Levi leans his back on the fence and slides down to the ground, limbs feeling forceless. “You got something and went unscathed, that’s enough.”

“Everything screams Liberio. Maybe we should go there,” she suggests. Shivers at her words. Why does she sound so reluctant about that prospect? She must not want him to personally visit that city. After all, even when not the capital, Liberio is one of the most important places, not only in Marley, but in the entire world.

“We should rest.” Tomorrow, he expects his muscles to be in plain agony. He loathes climbing. How much time has gone by since he pushed himself to such physical extremes?

Oh, right. Since that mission on the moon where he stole information on the Marley satellite program, and had to come back like a stowaway on a ship.

“I’ll tell Nana.” Hange rubs her palms together. “They could go instead. Argh, I’m starving! Imagine some chocolate cakes…” Her face splits into a smile.

The edge of Levi’s mouth kicks up. If she’s thinking about food and smiling, she must be truly fine.

***

“I don’t know,” Hange says to Nanaba’s projected face. “I honestly think that, if they’re able to find me everywhere, no matter how I look, we really should use me as bait. When they come for me, we only have to capture—”

“No,” Levi and Nanaba cut her with one voice.

“If they knew about this mission,” Nanaba continues, “they’ll know if we set this kind of trap for them.”

Levi nods, although no one is watching him. There must be a mole in the WCO, or even in this team… Hopefully, whoever is the spy doesn’t know about this hotel room. He doesn’t fancy the idea of another encounter for tonight.

“Maybe.” Hange rubs the helm of her shirt. Not as convinced as she should be.

“Don’t worry.” Nanaba’s eyes soften with affection. “We’ll catch them before something worse happens. They must have left a loose end somewhere, which we’ll find. And…” Nanaba’s gaze flicks to a side, in the direction Levi would be wasn’t he out of her line of sight. “We’ll go to Liberio, investigate, and leave on the same day. Easy piece.”

“You’re right.” Hange builds half a smile. “Liberio isn’t even that big… Take care anyway, Nana.”

“I will. Off I go!”

Hange lets out a tired breath. “Okay. See you…”

The projection blurs to nothingness. Hange stays still for a minute, stare lost at the stars sparkling out of the wall window.

Levi flops on the lounge chair, body slackening and spreading all over it. He rubs the bridge of his nose—the throbbing in his head has become a maddening, insistent rapping. Most of what happened today feel far, far away.

It was all for nothing. The Ripper took the money and didn’t share anything useful, and the man Levi strove to apprehend had escaped by the time the agents looked for him. He closes his eyes in an attempt to abate the pain.

“How are you?” Hange exits the bathroom, shaking her wet hands after washing them. He opens his eyes and replies with a groan. She reaches out for her bag. After zipping it open, she rummages in it. At last, she pulls out what looks like an ointment tube. She marches toward him with purpose. Instantly, he sits straighter, alarmed. If she wanted to attack him, she’d bring a better weapon than a tiny tube, wouldn’t she? “You already cleaned your wound, yes?”

“What?” He blinks many times. Hange points to the scratch on his temple. “Oh. Yeah.”

Hange kneels in front of him, unscrews the cap of the tub, and pours some of it on her index finger. Outstretches her hand at him.

He jerks back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Relax.” She drops her hand. “This is to prevent infection.” Shyly, her hand stretches to him once more. He clamps his lips together and remains immobile, albeit not without some reluctance. “And again… thank you. For helping me there. I never thought you’d do that, haha. You’re full of surprises. And really, thank you.”

He’d never heard so many ‘thanks’ in a single hour.

She’s so close that he distinguishes the room’s light reflected on her pupils, hazel again; the faint freckles on her cheekbones; the opacity on the edges of her glasses. Her breath makes contact with his skin and somehow cools the tension he gained from seeing her approach him out of nowhere.

“It was nothing,” he mutters. She rubs her finger on his temple, and it feels… weird. It hurts, yet it is kind of nice. Warmth envelopes him as he enables her take care of his scratch. When was the last time someone mended his wounds out of a hospital room?

“It was! You could have died along with me, and still—”

“It’s my job to do the best for the mission and my team,” he retorts, stirring at her excessive thank yous. He genuinely didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, and her luck played a major factor in her being alive. She must have saved the world in her past life or something. “Not to mention, I knew I wasn’t going to die.”

“Okay. Thank you either way.” She peruses him beneath her long, curly pair of lashes. He claps his moistening hands together. “So, who is your favorite Joan the Slayer character?”

His breath suspends, expression tainting with sternness. What could she win by knowing that? “Who’s yours?”

A smile dangles at the corners of her lips. “You think this is a trick?” He doesn’t reply, merely waits. “Fine. Randy.”

Uh. “Mine’s Randy, too.”

“Oh my god, I knew it!” She bursts out laughing. “You’re totally his vibe!”

“A murderous vampire?” He raises a brow.

Her laughs die as she acquires a pensive expression. “Mmm, rather someone who hides a lot within and puts on a facade that’s pretty hard to break.”

What the fuck? His mouth opens but nothing comes out, hot steam coating his insides all of a sudden. “I’m not like that.”

“That’s up to discussion.” She draws her hand back. Screws the cap back on the ointment tube, but instead of standing up and getting off, she tilts her head to a side and catches his eyes. “You’re very contradictory, Ackerman. Did you know that?” These words are in tune with his own thoughts. Has she also been trying to figure him out? The idea is troubling. “You repeat and repeat Eldia’s propaganda and then go to extremes to save a marleyan. Isn’t it curious?”

Her gaze on him is impossible to read. Levi swallows. That… isn’t true. Everything he has ever done, even today, has been for Eldia. If someone heard her, though, they’d call him a traitor. For the first time, he rethinks his past actions. How will Erwin take his report?

She tears her eyes from him and pulls away. “Errr—I’ll take a shower first!” And she, finally, goes away from him.

Minutes trickle and trickle by, and she still doesn’t come out of the bathroom. Levi knocks on the door.

“Hange?” No answer. “Are you there?” A few seconds pass before he hears a faucet closing. Fucking finally.

“I’m here. Don’t come in,” she says, her voice a faint whiff.

Levi snorts with impatience. “Is there any hot water left?”

The door cracks open. If not for his quick reflexes, it would have smashed him in the face. She walks out wearing a pajama set consisting of a purple short-sleeve top and purple pants with little stars.

“I guess you have to find out.” She’s drying her dripping hair with a towel, a wide smile on her mouth. She evidences a good mood, something quite impressive after the day she just had.

Evidences, he thinks, surveying her face. But is she, really? For a blink, he believes to spot a sad and tired tinge in her eyes, but as it comes it goes.

She jumps to her bed and stretches in a yawn. “I love this bed so, so much!” She extends her limbs and moves them, as if trying to make an angel on the mattress. “Don’t you love hotel beds, Levi? They’re always the most comfortable ones.”

He returns to his bed, shaking his head. “You obviously don’t spend most of your time on them. Mine is better than this crap.” He punches his pillow. Ugh, it’s like a rock.

Levi hesitates in front of his bed. He wants to take a shower, but what if those men come back and he isn’t nearby, again? He’s aware he’ll have to let her alone at some point, but right now his stomach churns in protest. He ends up settling down with his back against the wall, legs bent and raised.

“Yeah? How is your bed?”

He shrugs and takes his phone, acting all busy when in reality, he’s scrolling down social media. People are currently doing memes of the end of the world and sharing what they’d do if there are more explosions and they happen to be in one of them.

Blow out, Levi supposes. What else would they do?

“Oh, come on!” Hange exclaims. “I won’t over-analyze your answers again.” She lifts her right hand as to take an oath. “I swear.”

A slow smile builds on his face at her act. What could she get from knowing that, anyway?

“I have a feather pillow.”

“A what?!” She rolls and lies with her belly down. Places her elbows on the bed and supports her chin on her hands. “Are these real? They’re such a fairytale thing.”

Oh, they are. And super comfortable, too. “What about yours?”

“I don’t have a proper bed.” Her eyebrows furrow. “Better said, I never sleep there. Too much work.”

Levi nods. He can imagine all the work she does, work against Eldia. His arms fold over his chest. He shouldn’t be talking to her this freely. Even so… he empathizes with her words—he doesn’t get enough time in his bed either, always on the run or on missions. Consuming exhaustion weighs on him at the memories.

“On the other hand, hotels’ food service is on a whole new level. My sister once ordered…” She trails off, and her face freezes. She lies on her back and looks up at the sky visible from the glass ceiling. “Stars… they’re so beautiful, don’t you think?”

Yes. “No.”

“How so?” She appears scandalized. Throws her arms up, gesturing to the tiny shining points above her. “Just look at them!”

“If you love them so much, why don’t you live up there?”

“Up there I wouldn’t watch this very skyscape. And my people need me here. Maybe someday…” Hange becomes quiet. Levi watches her profile; her still wet hair curling on her temples and her serene countenance. What could she be thinking? He slides his attention to the stars, their stability bringing him some sort of peace. Sighs with satisfaction. “Kenny was… interesting,” she says after a minute. He’s unable to discern her tone.

“That doesn’t sound like the correct adjective.”

She grins. Her eyes sparkle when she states, “He was a little like you.”

His face tightens. He looks at her as if she just betrayed him. She laughs, and slowly, his face loosens a bit.

“Don’t even joke about it,” he thunders.

“You should have seen your face, you looked constipated!” She gasps between laughs.

“Haha,” he tries saying without intonation, but some amusement filters in. “That was actually your face on the bridge. Like you just shitted yourself.”

“I probably did, but not as much as those agents after you yelled at them.” Her voice grows serious, “What should we do now? We’re shorter on time. If they don’t find anything in Liberio… I thought we’d obtain a lead with The Ripper, but…”

“It was a good plan.”

She turns and buries her face on the mattress. “I just forgot the fact that they want to kill me so badly.”

“Do you have more theories on why?” He takes a pillow and places it on his lap, playing with its threads.

Hange raises her head and switches sideways. “Nothing that disagrees with Armin’s initial conclusion. I was inclined to believe that, because they’d already failed so many times, they would just let me be. I’m not worth so much of their effort, but… The psychological profile of this person is wild. Someone so obsessed with a goal that they don’t care how many people die because of it. They’re smart, a leader, and hold considerable power. Oh! And I think they’ve been preparing for this for some time now.”

“How?”

“Do you remember the attack on Dauper from last year?” Excitement drips from her voice. She doesn’t wait for his answer before continuing, “And around the same day of two years ago, there was another one in a location not unlike the ones where the recent bombs exploded. I think they’ve been testing this plan for some time, and now are just carrying it out. We were just too dumb to link the events. I still don’t know how they got into our lands, though…”

His fingers tighten on the pillow. He knows how they got into Eldia. Erwin’s reproving glare arises from his memories… Yet, Levi’s always been one to trust his intuition, and right now it is compelling him to share the information. The blueish light from the window slides over Hange’s hair as he scrutinizes her. She’s clueless about his inspection, lost in her mind and theories.

Is it a good idea to tell her?

His mouth decides for itself. “Erwin… told me something.”

She stiffens and grimaces. “Oh?”

How much does she know him? Levi wonders, as her face betrayed nothing but aversion when he said his name. She said they met in the conversations Marley started with Eldia to end the war, but could that be true? Why would such a thing elicit that reaction from her?

Is it truly wise to tell her something Erwin labeled as classified?

Levi takes a steeling breath in. “You can’t use this for anything but this mission.”

“I won’t. What is it?”

“He… He told me they believe our bomb arrived by boat.”

“Boat? That’s intriguing.” Slowly, she taps a finger over her mouth. “Boat… any in particular?”

“From the Reeves Company—but apparently, Reeves knows nothing about the bombs, or so he claims.”

“Of course, he doesn’t. Mmm… Liberio is a port, and Reeves… Yes!” She springs to her feet and snatches her phone.

Confusion clouds his head. “What?”

“It could be nothing,” she mumbles while typing on her phone. “I’ll tell you when, or if, I know more.”

She’s so rapt on whatever is on her phone that she doesn’t notice it when Levi hurries to the bathroom. He sits unhealthily on the closed toilet seat, thoughts swirling. Was telling her a good idea? What would his people say if they knew he disclosed a secret to their enemy? Classified information. For all he knows, she could be texting her people that Eldia’s security hole is by the sea. At discovering it, Erwin took matters into his own hands to prevent any future problems, yet they could have missed something. They might not be fast enough.

Maybe he just condoned his entire country.

Don’t do this, he tells himself, stroking his chest. She said she won’t use it for else than this mission. You can trust her.

That’s the thing, isn’t it? He feels he can trust her, but why? He shouldn’t, and has no reason to. She’s an agent, and an excellent one as well. Someone trained to be deceiving—which she has to be, if she possesses the power to be the balancing weight between Marley’s triumph and defeat. He recalls the bright, red letters over her file photo.

Dangerous.

No one in his shoes would dare to put their faith in her. And here he is, losing his sanity after doing exactly that. His fingers twitch on his knees, anxiety routing through them.

Habitually, it takes him months or years to develop trust, if he ever does. So how can he trust her? No, he doesn’t, and never will. But why are his guts constantly urging him to take a chance? He wishes he could loosen up and erase the persistent lurking worries about whether she’ll use his sloppy words against him or kill him in his sleep.

Nevertheless, what if he relaxes, and she does all the things he fears?

He won’t ever hand her that power. He can’t. His duty to his country comes first, always first.

Levi unlocks his phone and dials the only number he ever calls, deactivating the projection feature. He prefers not to be closely watched right now, as Erwin always reads him like a children’s book.

“I was waiting for your report,” is the first thing Erwin says. Levi winces.

“Yeah, sorry. I was waiting to be alone.”

“What happened?”

Levi gives him a summary of the events, emphasizing The Ripper and the bit of information he gave them, and only briefly mentioning Hange. He doesn’t know why he aims to maintain Erwin’s attention away from her, but doesn’t linger on it.

“So… you helped her.” There’s a sharp quality to Erwin’s voice. “One thing is defending yourself and another is jumping from a bridge to save her!”

“I… How do you know about the bridge?” Levi purposefully left that out. “And I wasn’t going to let her die like that. The mission—”

“What do you mean with ‘I wasn’t going to let her die’?” Erwin snaps, strident. “It serves us well. She’s solely one person in a sea of many. For Eldia to win the war, sacrifices are often necessary. So next time, you let them do their job. Don’t kill her, it’d violate our momentary peace. Help them kill her, instead—it can only benefit us in the long run.”

“The world is in danger and she can be of help. I can always eliminate her after this, she—”

“Your orders are clear, Ackerman. You know how important this is, so don’t be weak and falter.”

Weak. That stings. Levi falls into silence, hurt diminished by the fire boiling his blood. There’s no use in explaining why she matters so damn much for this mission; Erwin already stated his superiors’ minds, which are unchangeable. Furthermore, Erwin… Ever since his father died in a marleyan attack, he’s had this dream of Eldia winning. For him, nothing stands above that dream. Not himself, not Marie, and most certainly not the prospect of failing on a mission for the WCO, never mind the repercussions to the world.

“You’re good, Levi,” Erwin says with an abrupt change of tone. “And we appreciate your efforts. You’re the best Eldia has. As your friend, I know you better than anyone else. I get why this is difficult—you’re not used to spending this much time around such a polluted aura. We don’t want to do this either, but there’s no better way. You understand it?”

Levi clicks his tongue. “Whatever. I’ll keep you informed.” He hangs up, lips curling. Erwin’s words repeat in his head like a recording. Help them kill her… Weak… You’re good…We appreciate your efforts… He bares his teeth.

The one planning Hange’s demise is making Eldia’s authorities very pleased, Levi muses. For once in his entire life, he’s sure that his people are wrong.

Out of the door, the room is quiet. Maybe Hange’s choking with her pillow and he’s letting her die. Would the pigs from his government and Erwin be satisfied, then?

Levi feels compressed by Erwin’s orders and what his gut is yelling fucking loudly at the other side—words that have always been there, but unlike now, tend to be a subtle murmur in the back of his mind. Too fragile to be heard, and even less to make a significant impact.

A knock on the door.

So she’s not dead. What a surprise.

“Levi? Are you alive?” She sounds worried. Worried. Why the hell would she ever be worried about him?

Carefully, he crafts his neutral features and trademark monotone. He’s Ackerman, not Levi—not here. He has to remember that.

He opens the door. As Hange was right behind it, she stumbles back.

Her smile is too wide to bear. “You’re alive!”

Levi rips his gaze from her warm one, her tender expression. His hand grips his phone, palm feeling its angles and hardness, everything that summons his responsibility back at the fore of his mind. Hange must die, and he must assist in it. His superiors have always been wise and have acted for eldians’ best interests. They’re his people. And in the end, they know best.

He collects his bag, positions it closer to his bed, and sits. Pulls his laptop out, opens a new document, and starts typing a more detailed report than the one he communicated to Erwin in their call.

“All is well… right, Levi?” Her smile flickers. He nods, fingers nonstop on the keyboard.

“Your laptop is slow,” she comments, voice closer than he expected. She’s looking at his screen directly beside his shoulder. Levi didn’t hear her move so close. If he was any other person he’d have jumped, but as it is, he doesn’t reveal anything, even when his heart begins beating wildly. “Do you delete the temp files often?”

“The what?”

She gets hold of his laptop and carries it to her bed. He hurries to recover it, but she wags it back and forth, out of his reach.

“Wait!” She flashes her palm at him. “It’s easy and effective! It will take me a minute. Temp files hold data from the past. They could be useful, but they could also be causing you harm, as they slow down your… voila!” She presses a button and carpets vanish from the screen. “Deleted. Now you have a clean start,” she explains, quite content.

Levi stomps his feet until reaching his laptop. “Maybe those files were important. Maybe I needed them!”

Hange frowns. Unsure, she utters, “… Anything holding you back isn’t good to keep. Trust me, it will run faster.”

He snatches his laptop from her and resettles on his bed. He doesn’t want her to touch his things and neither to delete his anything. He doesn’t want her near him, period. Not when he has to aid in her murder.

“I thought… I thought we could watch some episodes of Joan the Slayer together?” She sits cross-legged on her bed, facing him. Shows him her laptop screen. “I have some episodes downloaded. As we can only wait for Nana to call now, I thought that… Or we can watch a movie! I have tons and—”

“I don’t want to watch a shitty movie,” he rejects, aware that he sounds a little brusque. He clamps his headphones over his ears.

“Ah! Sure. Sure, I get it.” She fidgets with her sheets. “I’ll… I’ll sleep now, I guess?”

His gaze wanders to her as she lies down and turns on her side with her back to him. The words on the report blend before his eyes, full of typos. He deletes all the nonsense he’s been writing for the past few minutes and faces the blank page. Starts typing again with a hint of irritation.

While writing, he can’t overlook how easily she’s able to sleep with her back to him.

Levi finishes the report and turns off his laptop. Puts it aside and closes his eyes, headache returning with full force. His consciousness dims until he falls asleep.

The crash reached his ears, as well as the thud of her body landing on the ground.

Something inside of him paralyzed. Didn’t start functioning again until perceiving the slow rise and fall of her breathing.

She was alive.

His eyes turned into slits of anger. This was Kenny’s fault, all of this!

“Armin! You take care of Hange!!” He commanded before chasing these bastards. After the collapse of the cave and the subsequent recovery of Eren, they found themselves following a massive titan. Hange was being carried in a cart, but even when hurt, she was unable to stop talking and contributing to their task.

As he rode his horse in front of the cart, glimpsing occasionally, he couldn’t avoid a foreboding. At that moment, he knew that no matter what happened to her or his friends, he wouldn’t be able to help much if it interfered with their duty.

Their duty was the most important thing, and should always come first… right?

The loud ringing wakes him up. It isn’t yet morning. Levi looks around the dim room, trying to spot the source of such a disturbing noise. Its insistence pierces his ears; it stops and starts all over again. He squints at his phone—four in the morning, according to his overly bright screen. His phone isn’t the annoying machine attempting to kill his ears. He takes the phone next to it on the bedside table and slides the green circle to the side, finally ending the ringing.

He glances at Hange, but her low snores don’t fluctuate. He puts the phone against his ear.

“Hello?”

She must be really tired, because his voice doesn’t wake her, either. But then again, almost dying makes you that.

“Who is this?”

Levi recognizes the voice. “Mike. It’s Ackerman.”

“What did you do to Zoe?!”

Levi exhales. “She’s sleeping.” He better has an excellent reason to wake him up like this.

Mike’s voice turns gloomy. “Wake her up, then. Something happened.”

“Is it important?”

Silence fills the line for so long that Levi assumes he hung up. But eventually, Mike sniffles, “There was another explosion and… I’d arrived earlier to prepare everything and… was going to pick them up… I should have come sooner but… And now they’re dead.”

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