#but i wanted to capture eren’s expressions

[jjkeremika]

perverted thoughts

pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

AoT men that desperately want to remember what you taste like.

eren jaeger

eren was an absolute whiner. he’s very vocal about how it’s practically a punishment, not letting him lick and taste you every day. it’s the first thing he asked for in the morning, running his long veiny fingers up and down the soft skin of your thighs as his pleading eyes settle just below your belly button, his lips parting and jaw locking as he intensely eyes the one spot of your body.

the pout lived on his face as his bottom lip jutted out and he rounded his eyes. the same begging expression he wore every other morning, when he pleaded for an energizing taste, when he argued that you just couldn’t look and smell the way you did and expect him not to want to lick you raw.

but that was the problem. eren always got too carried away. he’d wrap your thighs around his neck and dig his sharp fingernails into the skin to plant them solid, and he’d hastily lick and suckle and bite for as long as he wanted, until you were red and sore and the area was overstimulating and you were desperately scrambling away and eren’s large hands were dangerously pulling you back.

he was demanding, but more needy, practically getting on his knees and setting his nose just above your clit so he can smell you as he begs to have you, his hands starting to claw at your thighs as you push his face away. “fucking hell, baby,” he’d haughtily sigh, a high-pitched whine gurgling from the depths of his lungs, “s’not fucking fair, you know.”

eren would capture you between his chest and the walls, hold you still by your wrists over your head as his lips would ever so closely hover over your skin. “c’mon, baby, please, i never ask,” he’d lie through drooling teeth, his fingers caressing at the skin between your shirt and pants, “just one fucking taste, that’s all, i swear.”

levi ackerman

the light sweat and scorching heat felt like a spotlight directly on his back. felt like everyone watching as levi stared at the wet spot on the sheets, as he thought about the way liquid poured around his fingers and right out of you this morning like an aggressively leaky faucet.

each time levi stuffed his fingers inside you a little more forcefully, like if he tilted at the right angle and jutted in at the right speed the liquid would almost be forced back inside, encapsulated by his fingers and providing him the perfect, warm basin to lick from, not a single drop spared from his tongue.

but you were running out of time this morning and his fingers lingered too long, had enough energy to be finger and eye fucked before your alarm was blaring and levi’s morning fantasy was ripped away.

and now he stood shamefully staring at the wet spot you created, the one that hadn’t dried because the room hadn’t warmed beyond morning chill. he touched it, let the cool wetness spread at his fingertip as he remembered how hot you felt when your muscles enveloped his digits, as he considered if temperature really added to the flavor, or just the experience.

he rested on his knees as he crawled over the shadow of your body, pushed down on the spot with his knuckle and felt the liquid crawling to his skin. he licked his lips, felt the drool slide off his thin bottom lip and watched it join the stain. levi touched his cheek to the mattress, felt himself go cross-eyed just to keep fixated on the spot your eagerness left behind, closed his eyes to the image of your lower half rutting onto his hand, loudly moaning for more as the noises of your hips meeting his hand echoed and joined.

“mmf, fuck,” levi groaned to himself, his nose inching closer to the stain and his tongue starting to drip with an unprecedented neediness, his erection throbbing against his jeans as the thought of touching his tongue to your clit raced into his mind. he was rubbing against his hand, felt the grip on his mind crumble as the one in the sheets fisted. levi nosed closer, felt the hot wave of embarrassment as he touched his teeth to the sheets, let his mouth cover the stain.

the cold caused a recoil, but the achingly familiar taste had levi’s teeth digging into the fabric and squeezing for more sweet remnants of you, frantically sniffing the sheets for your scent. he sucked on the sheets, his saliva deepening the stain, and the heat flushed his neck as he thought of you walking in on him, catching him in the gross act and chastising him, calling him impatient and lamenting him for his inability to wait, but the thoughts of you walking in transitioned into thoughts of you changing, and levi hastily sat upright as he thought of checking your hamper.

reiner braun

reiner outright felt like a pervert when the thought of your wet pussy gliding on his tongue popped into his head. the thought of you sat on top of his mouth like you’re claiming a rightful throne, his nose providing the perfect tilt and leverage to grind back on his tongue, made his brain tingle, and he liked the visual of you rested back on his chin, letting the erotic fluid flow down his neck and throat and nourish a new beard.

the uncomfortable heat was easy to set aside when he was affronted with these thoughts in your home office, with the scent of you thickly hung in the air, with the knowledge that you sat on that chair.

with one quick glance to the door, reiner dropped to his knees, rested his arms along and shoved his face into the seat of the office chair, warm from the sun or from your cushion. he stifled a moan as he thought of how his face was now mere centimeters to where your ass was, and he could picture you walking in to sit down, not even realizing he’d placed his head there first.

his hand was already undoing the fastener on his jeans when the familiar heat washed over him and he thought of licking the chair, of tasting any and all remnant of you that could exist, of picking up on that imprint your curvy ass left behind.

the thought of staying there, leaving his face ready and presenting as your chair, got him hot and bothered, made his wrist flick twice as fast and he moaned from deep within his throat. reiner bit the seat and felt the awkward motion stagger up his jawline as he considered how pretty your thighs would look, collapsing on top of him, sitting so nicely on his cheeks, as the smell of you enveloped him, as the taste of you registered on his tongue, as all of you took over his senses.

armin arlet

his expansive imagination wasn’t always a virtue. when his mind drifted to the exposed skin near your clavicles, to the tasteful dip to your sternum and the ripples by your ribs, his shaded eyes and his smile became less than innocent.

armin was curious, an explorer by nature, and that curiosity extended to your body, understanding every dip and curve caused by a bone or a muscle, learning each landmark freckle and mole. you were an ever-changing story, with new scars and pores and spots that he imagined discovering and rediscovering.

he wanted to touch his tongue to each mark, like he were metaphorically planting a flag, claiming you as his own. he wanted to run his fingers along your skin, like his hands were sails and he was charting your ocean.

the saliva pooled in his mouth like a lake as armin thought of dipping between your legs, thought of letting his tongue skinny dip inside the natural reservoir. he stared at the grapefruit in front of him, thought of how you must taste sweetly similar, and picked it up hesitantly.

he brought it to his lips, let his curiosity get the better of him and poked his tongue out, licked daintily before repeating the stroke confidently the second time. he cautiously licked at the fruit, debated internally if he should squeeze some juice to simulate how he thought you’d respond, how he so eagerly hoped to find out.

armin could practically hear you calling his name as the juice stained his lips, the grin on his face almost overbearing and overwhelming him from the playful licking. he wrapped his other arm around his neck, played into the illusion of you pulling him in, let himself pretend you tasted so bitterly sweet.

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[mochimooon]

distractions - jean kirstein x reader

pairing: Jean Kirstein x gn! Reader word count: 700+ summary: Jean really is a good listener. He just gets distracted by the person he's supposed to be listening to. author's note: in a fluffy mood today, and after writing my previous piece, i wanted an excuse to write more jean. this piece was written on the fly, drabble, no real plot. established relationship. reader is a conspiracy nerd. warnings: reference to conspiracy theory, reference to injuries, and fluff ☻

You ramble on, recalling the details of yours and Sasha’s debate. “She swears it was an avalanche that took out the hikers. But how?” 

The pitch in your voice sharpens, though Jean doesn’t even flinch. He’s quiet, watching the myriad of expressions play across your features as you fill his head with your conspiracies of Dyatlov…something. 

The details are vague despite hearing about the topic a few times from you already. He feels a little guilty that his focus slips from your words, but he can’t help admiring the way your brows crease, refusing to believe Sasha’s theory, or how your eyes light up with a counterargument you’re convinced debunks all other speculation.

“Weird orbs captured on camera,” you continue without pausing for breath. “Missing tongues. Running naked, in the snow—” Your spiel is cut short, like an axe thrown on a log. “Jean, are you listening?”

Jean blinks. “Mhm.” He struggles to keep a straight face at your narrowed eyes. You’re not naive, you know when Jean’s guilty. 

“Name the last thing I said.” You raise your chin, arms folding together. 

“Naked in the snow,” Jean says, a little smug when you blink in mild surprise. “Tragic. They should have brought a blanket."

And the flicker of forgiveness is gone from your eyes, replaced with an annoyed scowl. 

You shrug, arms lifting in defeat. “Fine, fine, fine.” You sigh, rising to your feet. “I’ll just find someone who cares. Eren and Armin are downstairs, they don’t mind listening—”

Jean’s long arm reaches out. Fingers wrap around your wrist before you can get a chance to walk away. Nor does he give you a chance to pry him off. Nope, not allowed because he’s pulling you back until he’s got you sat on his lap. 

“Who and who?” Jean scoffs, wrapping an arm around your waist. Just in case you’re still thinking of leaving. He grins. “I’m listening. Swear.”

Or at least he’ll try to. It’s not like Jean doesn’t care about your interests, he just gets so lost in how excited and passionate you get about them. He’s never cared much for conspiracy theories. 

By contrast, it’s what you love to discuss the most. He still remembers your opening line to him when you both matched on Tinder. 

Hey! Are you familiar with the Aquatic Ape Theory? :)

Since then, Jean’s learned so much that he never would have thought to discover on his own. All thanks to you and your tin hat theories. 

It was all endearing the stuff you liked to talk about, and he did his best to remember every detail, because he did want to. But times like right now, was a challenge, because whenever you dive into another monologue of theories, all Jean could think of was how cute you were. He can't help it, he's smitten.

Lovesick—his roommates, Eren and Armin often teased him of being.

Maybe, and what about it? Jean couldn’t care less. And would it be so wrong to interrupt your musings to pull into an embrace and shower you with affection just for being one-hundred percent yourself?

You fold your arms again, eyeing him with suspicion. “You're lucky you're pretty."

Jean cracks another grin, rubbing his hand up your back. “Or what?” At your deadpan stare, he says your name affectionately. “I promise. Tell me more about missing tongues and Dyatlov…?”

You roll your eyes, shifting to get up. “Bye.” 

But Jean’s too quick for you, wrapping his hold along your waist and plopping you on his bed. 

Hovering over your form, Jean’s arms root themselves on either side of your head. He gives you a sincere look. “You’ve got my attention. I’m all ears. You can give me a pop quiz after."

While you're Jean’s weakness, it’s twofold, and Jean is smug as you relent, smiling up at him to let him know he’s forgiven. 

“Anyways…” you drawl at first before launching into another rant on why Sasha’s conclusion of an avalanche does not explain the inconsistencies in the Dyatlov—thing. “Their injuries were all different, some speculate that a yeti…”

Jean nods, soaking in your presence that never feels like enough. He hums to acknowledge that he’s listening, lowering his lips to kiss your jaw.

“Jean…” There’s the switch in tone again, and Jean smirks against your skin. 

“I’m listening. Just making sure I hear you better.” He kisses your cheek, then your earlobe. 

“I’m two seconds away from—hey!” 

Jean bears his weight on top of you, just enough to keep you from escaping. “Hm? Why’d you stop? I want to know more about the mountain story.” His lips travel to your neck, tickling you with the scruff on his chin.  

You squirm beneath him, a medley of complaints and laughter filling Jean’s ears. 

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[mxlanieblog]

Hello! I found your account because of the tags and I think it’s awesome that you have a variety of so many Anime’s and Characters. If you don’t mind, could you do Attack on Titan guys reacting to a really attractive reader in the Training Corps? For Levi, you could do either when he’s joined the Survey Corps or when he’s first met her. It’s completely fine if you can’t but thanks if you can. Sorry if I bothered you! Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

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Omg, my first request, thanks so much for leaving this! Alright, so what I’m inferring from this request is that you want s1-s3 content and that people from the survey corps found you attractive!

¡Attack On Titan!

¡AOT characters react to an attractive reader!

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Eren Yeager

Eren's reaction to first seeing you is a mixed feeling of tenderness and fluster.

Eren would initially feel a bit awkward or shy, especially if he is preoccupied with his goals.

Eren might however feel a genuine connection or interest to you, he could become more open and engaged with you.

Eren would most likely 90% of the time stare into your eyes, it would definitely be his favourite part about you.

Eren can't help but feel a connection with you whenever he gets lost in your eyes.

Eren's interactions with you, though brief, you leave a lasting impression on him, sparking a newfound hope amidst the darkness.

Eren starts to notice the small details about you, like your smile or the sound of your laughter.

Eren finds himself imagining a future where they might find happiness together amidst the chaos of their world.

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Armin Arlet

Armin is struck by your presence, finding a sense of calmness amidst the chaos when he looks at you.

Armin and his usual shyness stops him from interacting with you, but he feels a desire to approach and engage with you.

Armin's shared moments with you, no matter how brief, leaves a profound impact on him, stirring feelings he's not accustomed to.

Armin begins to notice the small quirks and nuances about you, finding joy in your shared mini-conversations.

Armin has his insecurities, but despite them, he feels a surge of courage, compelled to get closer to you

Armin was intrigued by your presence, he would find himself studying your features with a keen interest, noting your mannerisms with an analytical mind.

Armin might initially feel a bit bashful or unsure of how to approach you, particularly if he's interested in getting to know you better.

Armin will notice when the opportunity arises, he may offer small, subtle gestures of friendliness, such as a polite smile or a nod of acknowledgement of your features.

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Jean Kirstein

Jean's attention would be quickly caught by your features, and he would find himself drawn to your presence almost instinctively.

Jean's observation would be more overt and confident. He'd openly admire your physical appearance.

Jean's natural charisma would come into play as he considers how to approach you.

Jean might flash a charming smile or offer a casual compliment, aiming to make a favourable impression.

Jean's outward confidence might be a subtle undercurrent of competitiveness or a desire to assert himself.

Jean may subconsciously see the encounter as a chance to prove his charm and appeal.

Jean would likely be eager to engage with you in conversation, seeking to showcase his wit and charm.

Jean would be confident in his ability to hold their interest and make a lasting impression.

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Reiner Braun

Reiner's attention would be captured by you prompting a moment of curiosity as he takes in your appearance and demeanor.

Reiner's admiration might be more subtle and restrained. He'd quietly appreciate your attractiveness, but without overtly expressing his interest.

Reiner's interactions with an attractive individual like you would likely be gentle and respectful, as he strives to make you feel comfortable and valued.

Reiner would be open to engaging in conversation with you, offering a friendly and supportive presence.

Reiner might try to offer subtle assistance or guidance to you when he first sees you, using his skills and knowledge to aid you.

Reiner might experience a subtle internal conflict upon noticing you.

Reiner's sense of duty to the mission and his comrades clashes with any personal desires or feelings that may arise when he first sees you.

Reiner's introverted nature leads him to quietly contemplate the significance of someone like you being here.

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Levi Ackerman

Levi never thought it would be possible that his interest would be kindle when it came to the new cadet

Levi's keen eyes would quickly take in your appearance, analysing the features you hold with a sharp gaze.

Levi assesses them with a trained eye, noting any potential threats or vulnerabilities.

Levi's stoic nature remains unchanged as he observes you from a distance, maintaining his usual air of detachment. He doesn't openly show any reaction to your attractiveness, keeping his emotions closely guarded.

Levi's curiosity is piqued by how someone who looks like you is even physically possible.

Levi may feel a subtle sense of interest in you, though he keeps this to himself. He remains cautious, wary of letting his guard down in the presence of someone new.

Levi decided to interact with you through harsh and snarky comments, for example, he would make you clean the stable just to speak a few words to you.

Levi would turn away from you and smile slightly and then get mad at himself for doing that, and that's when he would ignore you for the rest of the day.

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[cupidzgf]

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ EREN JEAGER - you celebrate eren's birthday in bed

contents: older eren, no titans au (that's why he's happy in this 😭), fluff. that's it

The sun peeked through the curtains, dazzling rays of light dancing over the sleeping figure beside you. He's curled in the thin bed sheets, his muscle-crafted back glimmering under the morning sun, slow, even breaths leaving his parted lips. He looked peaceful like this, like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, with messy brown hair tousled across the nape of his neck.

Eren was the epitome of beauty and all things divine. The very definition of such elegant words- the color in black and white. Even then, they did nothing to justify the sincerity in his smile pulling taught at his cheeks, the mirth marred in his voice whenever he teased, or the ever-creeping darkness in his eyes when they happened to gain a faraway sheen. It was those very things that no poetry or painting could ever capture. Only the memory seared into the back of your eyelids could merely hope to do it justice.

"Hey," his voice rasped, a low and rough sound, "What are you doin' up, sweetheart?"

You softly smiled, resting your chin on his chest while sleepy eyes blinked down at you, long, dark eyelashes framing the bluish/green of his sparkling irises. "Happy birthday."

He grinned, his vibrant eyes flashing in the morning light. Then, it twists into something mischievous as his hands latch onto your hips, pulling over his shirtless body so his mouth can find yours within seconds. His lips molded with yours in a passion that couldn't be rivaled and furious enough to send your head spinning. It takes a moment for you to gather your bearings before you lean in with equal vigor, letting him indulge in the pleasures of your body.

His kiss slips from your mouth, wet lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he makes a point to suckle the skin, tongue cruising over what you imagine was a blotchy purple hickey. His advancements do not falter, however, lips pressing and tongue swirling over various spots on your neck, leaving a dark splotch over your pulse point where you're whining into Eren's skin. He presses an apologetic kiss on the area once he's finished, his smile curling into a grin against your skin. You lift your head to get a better look at his reaction, finding him already staring at you with an expression shadowed by lust.

"Couldn't ask for a better present, wrapped up so pretty for me in these sheets. You're just begging to be opened, aren't you?" Your cheeks and nose are painted in a coloration vastly different from the rest of your skin, a low chuckle escaping his vocal cords at your embarrassment.

His eyes wander shamelessly down your body draped in nothing but blankets and a tee shirt, a murmur escaping his lips so silent you almost missed it. "Happy birthday to me."

You bury your face back into his torso to escape his reaction, and a hand rubs along the length of your spine in soothing circles as if to show you his appreciation. "I got you a present if you want it now."

"You spoil me, love," he chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest before his voice falls to a hush, imploring you to take his following words to heart. "But there isn't anything I could want besides you."

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[cosmicjoke]

I know you don’t write stuff on here and this isn’t a request more so a question on your thoughts because of something I am writing and I value your analysis of Levi’s character, they have been helpful in the past.

If Levi had a girlfriend, how do you think he would reassure her of his feelings given he’s not the most outwardly affectionate person? Like if she came to him about it.

Hi there, and thank you so much!

You know, I always have a hard time giving out writing advice. I have a difficult time with Levi's characterization myself, just because I like to go dramatic, and I have difficulty sometimes capturing Levi's subtle emotion.

I think that's the thing to remember with Levi, is that he's always going to be very subtle in showing the way he cares. He won't say he cares directly, generally, but he'll show in through action. So if he had a girlfriend, and she was in need of comfort or reassurance of some kind, instead of telling her to chin-up or or even lying and trying to sugarcoat whatever the situation was, Levi would likely rather explain to her that, whether it turned out the way she wanted or not, she still did the best she could, and that's all that matters. If it was directly about his feelings for her, that might be a bit more complex. I think Levi is a more tactile person. So rather than offering reassurance through words, or showing affection through words, he would offer some sort of physical gesture. We see him do this with the dying soldier at the beginning of AoT, when Levi holds his bloody hand. We see him do it with Isabel, when her feelings are hurt over Furlan's teasing, and he ruffles her hair. We see it when he offers Eren a handkerchief for his bloody nose, etc... When he does offer words of affection or appreciation for others, he usually does so by telling them thank you, expressing his gratitude for them in some way. So maybe he would say something to her like "thank you for being here", or "thank you for staying with me", etc...

I think, at the end of the day, for anyone who was going to be involved with Levi romantically, they would have to come to understand that just because he doesn't say certain things directly doesn't mean he doesn't feel those things. Like love, for example. He might not say "I love you", but he'll show that he does by always taking care of someone, by being their protector, etc... I think anyone who's spent any real time around Levi comes to eventually realize that about him. That his actions always tell the tale of how he really feels.

And I feel certain, if he was with someone, and they asked him directly if he loved them, he would answer 'of course', and he would probably say it like it should be obvious, lol. But he wouldn't blow them off, either. He would understand their insecurity, and do his best to make sure they knew that and to help assuage their fears.

#Levi Ackerman #writing #fan fiction #asks

[lemmetreatya]

HELLO if you are free at the time can you write and eren x reader insta post prt 2? With both of his moms again that was really good if that isn’t to much may I ask if it’s like him spending money on her too ? LOVE YOURE WORKS BTW

Eren’s Insta Spam (Pt.3)

eren x black!fem reader

part 1

part 2

AHH! Yes thank you so much for the request! A part 3 was definitely overdue so thank you for reminding me lool! Hope you enjoy beloved 🫶🏾 Also: BIG UP! TUN UP! to @erenxh for helping me out with a few of the translations for Carla,, you truly an OG 🫰🏾💙 + @quiveringdeer as the honorary tag for these aus

Okay so as we know, Eren has a lot of ‘fans’ who are genuinely really nice to him — but only him — and so whenever he takes you out, he tries to be low-key.

Buuuut it doesn’t mean YOU have to be lowkey and so whenever youre out and about you take pics of him and he occasionally posts these

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ej__jaeger dump! taken by the one who captures me thru the lens of love xx @ynprivnotpriv

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ynprivnotpriv the caption??? you’re so cheessyyyy 😭😭 luv you thoo 💖💖

grishaj__ 👍🫰

ej__jaeger @ynprivnotpriv only this cheesy for you my love

ej__jaeger @grishaj ❤️❤️

But besides that, Eren loves to take you out and spoil you with stuff. It’s kinda controversial though because look okay, Eren’s not a bum per se, but he also HATES working or doing anything labour wise so it’s really Grisha’s money he’s spending on you 😭😭😭 Like he gets a lil money from sponsors and that but its barely liveable earnings

And although you don’t mind, at times it’s like “Okay, Eren. We need to get you a job.” Because he’s at the checkout but on a phone call with his Dad talking bout “Just send it to me now, I’ll explain when I get home.” And you really dont wanna be spending Mr. Jaeger Sr.’s hard earned surgery money like that shdjdjd but Eren wouldn’t take the initiative to do any of that shit himself so you get Carla and Dina involved

“What about a Barista? You’ve got that cute hipster look to you, they’ll love you there.” You said.

All four of you sat in the living room around your laptop, scrolling on various job searching sites to find Eren an occupation. He however seemed to be the least enthusiastic.

“Noooo. Too many of my fan— People, I know go there. It’ll be too bait.”

“That’s okay!” Carla exclaims. “It means you can give them discounts and talk to your friends while you’re on your shift.”

You stifled a giggle, knowing those weren’t the type of people Eren was talking about but alas, we move.

Annoyingly bouncing a tennis ball onto the ceiling and then catching it, Eren sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and paced around the room.

“Man, I need something that pays good money but small hours and allows me all the flexi shifts I want.”

“öyle iş istiyorsan git de sihirli fasulye ye!” Carla tuts.

The brunette whizzed round in shock.

“You urging me to become a drug dealer?!”

“What?!” You look towards Carla with a gasp.

Shaking her head and hands, the woman tried to clear the allegations her son stuck on her.

“No! I told him to go eat magic beans if he wants a job so easy!” Carla explained but then followed up her words with a taunt in Eren’s direction — a warning not to make her look bad.

“Well, what about Zeke’s place? I’m pretty sure he could get you a nice position over there.”

All of you looked towards Dina who had a rather elated expression on her face. This also seemed to pique Eren’s interest seeing as he stopped pacing and gave Dina an intrigued look.

“Wouldn’t that make me a Nepo baby?” He asked.

With a straight face you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Boy, that’s really your concern?” You deadpanned. This seriously couldn’t be the most testing factor of working with Zeke of all people but apparently Dina and Eren were on the same page.

“I don’t think it will.” Dina made a thinking face before bringing up her phone to do a quick search. “I only think it affects you if it’s passed down from a parent and not across from a sibling.”

With a groan, Carla threw her head onto your shoulders, feigning fatigue.

“Oh my goodness, my annecim only wants to be rich. Not a hard working bone in his body — Oh! I’ve failed.”

With a soft laugh, you patted the woman’s head.

“Sorry, Carla. I know you tried your best.”

At the end of the day though, Eren makes sure he always spoils you with nice things and doesnt mind spending maintenance money on you! He’ll always have coin for you regardless and loves when he sees you all dolled up under his appendage

he’s THAT Guy: he’ll wait for you when you get your manicures done and talks smooth with all the workers so he can get discounts and shii dhjddk 😭😭

“Girl, can I just say, your boyfriend is such goals? Like how he so smood with it?”

The nail technician briefly removed her face mask to whisper that to you, eyeing the way he was making easy conversation with the other woman.

With a small laugh, you tapped on side of your Airpod to pause your music so that you could also turn round to observe his antics.

“Yeah, no he treat me real well.”

Turning round back to her, you gave her a knowing look.

“You want me to hook you up with one of his friends?”

“What, they just as good as him?!” She whispered.

“Oh, nobody as good as him but they good.” Giving her a knowing look, you pursed your lips over at the woman.

With a nod and an impressed look back, the techniciane moved back to continue her work on your nails, her mood more excited.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see what you got to offer.”

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ej__jaeger she keeps saying her feet are cold but she never wants to wear socks 🤨⁉️ LIKE??? if your lil white manny toes are cold, SOCK EM! 🗣🗣

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mikamikamii THATS A BIG ROCK??

uchihabapegod Marriage?? In this economy???

carlaakarjaeg_34 Eren Text Me Right Now. Please Eren

yummir @ynprivnotpriv lmaooooooo i know you aint sleeping rn bitch come explaaiinn???

conniethe_conman only reason i know you lot are playing us is bc i know eren DOES NAWT have the funds for that and because y/n wouldn’t say yes to an unemployed MAN 😆😆

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#eren x reader #eren jeager #eren x black reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren fluff

[warm-starlight]

I just saw that post you shared from TW and I wanted to get some things off my chest.

There’s no need to write a pathetic piece desperately trying to downplay Hanji’s impact to Levi. Erwin and Hanji are both important to him. THATS FUCKING CANON! I’m so tired reading the same “Levi encouraged Erwin to use Hanjis squad as a bait to save his life. Therefore Levi doesn’t give a shit about Hanji and is in love with Erwin.” ERWIN IS THEIR COMMANDER AND HIS SAFETY IS A PRIORITY! That's literally how the military chain of command is preserved! Hanji would’ve done the same thing in Levi’s place without a doubt. ”Levi still mentions Erwin even though he is dead for four years.” DUUUUHHH?!Of course he still thinks about him and his promise to him! All the scouts along with Erwin died to give him the opportunity to kill zeke and he fucking failed! Of course he is eager to finish the job! And for the love of god stop using the “I’m championing for LGBT ships and you are dismissing roori becase they are gay.” Girl,roori is the least dismissed ship out there. They are literally one of the biggest army of shippers out there and theres no shortage of people defending them all the time. Also, levihan isn’t a even a straight ship?! Did they miss the whole thing where Isayama changed Hanjis pronouns in the manga?I also hate how whoever wrote this feels like their personal interpretation is the only thing that matters and ours is wrong and invalid. All that shit they are presenting about Levi and Erwin should be interpreted as romantic but those between Levi and Hange no matter how emotional and intimate should not?Grow up!If levihan bothers you so much block and mute people.Do what you gotta do to keep away from the content you dont want to see!Let people enjoy hamless shit.

I have a lot to say about every paragraph of that post, but i honestly don't care for wasting my time on someone who chooses to read the manga with their eyes closed.

Remember when that central MP told Levi that Erwin is captured and will be hanged and offered to let him go if he just gives himself in? Levi said "no", even though he should want to protect Erwin's life no matter what according to them, right? Instead Levi said "Some lives are more valuable than the others.". At that moment he prioritized the lives of Eren and Historia over Erwin.

Also "he never thought about Hange" after they died is hilariously incorrect. He told Hange to "keep watching". He followed their theory that killing Zeke might sever Eren's connection to the paths and stop the rumbling. He also used the knowledge he got from them to quickly asses that the Ackermans and shifters are immune to the titan gas and lead everyone to kill Eren.

He literally thought about them as he was having his internal monologue. They were at the front of his mind so to speak and the only active character in the panels, while everyone else was a passive listener.

He saw them among every other survey corps member when he gave them his final salute.

Years later he saw a plane fly by that reminded him of the day he lost them and erooris clowning about that panel saying "HaNgE iS A PLaNe" are just completely braindead and don't understand literary symbolism.

There are too many scenes that showed Levi cares deeply about Hange and the fact he prioritized **the freaking commander of the survey corps** at some point does not negate that he has almost been hit by Zeke's rocks worrying about their safety and that he stopped in the middle of an intense battle to make Armin protect them when they got injured.

In the forest afrer finding out what happened to Zeke (because Zeke was the last thing he remembers before the explosion??) he immediately brought the conversation to Hange's expressed feelings and gave them much needed encouragement.

Anyway. Erooris clearly are seething because all they have is the promise which, although was made to Erwin,was really about All the dead survey corps members. The moment between them was nowhere near on the level of intimacy and vulnerability that 126 and 132 had. They are clearly green with envy.

When the shippes choose to talk shit about "a rival ship" rather than talking about their own content this is how you know they have no leg to stand on.

Yes, Levi cared about Erwin deeply, yes, his loyalty to him was amazing, but he has done things to Hange he has done to nobody else and Hange was the only person who witnessed him at his most vulnerable and soft and all of it was meant for them alone.

#snk #aot #levihan #ship wars #anonymous

[yandereshingeki]

Re-read Dear Rabbit for the 1000th time, sorry for asking this but will there be a sequel to this story? I think about them having lots of babies and stuff while also wanting reader to run away only to be captured by werewolf eren oof 🫠

Hi!! First of all, thank you so much for enjoying Dear Rabbit, it means so much to me ;; I don’t know how to express it!

Second of all, there is a sequel being planned! I’m very weak to the idea of having babies with my faves so ajevsjebajeha

I’ve just got a lot of other projects i’m working on too at the moment so its been a bit slow! I’m also trying to come up with and develop a main conflict that isnt just reader having baby akdbwjehaje but this does make me think of some things!! I really need to get all of my outlines in order lol Im gonna work on that tonight

#forests mailbox #Ive actually been thinking about it recently before this ask was sent….. #i want to show erens family and the dynamics ive built and the little world the werewolves and reader live in #I have much lore developed in my head #i just need to figure out how to translate it into a story AJDBSJE

[karizard-ao3]

Deleted Scene 2 (Single Parents AU)

I'm not sure if I'm going to have to delete this one entirely or just hack it up into pieces, but here's the whole thing because I liked it and I'm sad to see it go.

Context: Eren has invited Mikasa, Historia, and their respective children to join him for a little Halloween party before trick-or-treating.

Eren sat on the toilet while Historia took the floor beside the bathtub, her dinky body fitting neatly into the available space. In the tub, Adri was singing a mermaid song she had made up and Junior was trying to grab the threads of the pumpkin guts their parents had scrubbed off of them out of the water. She captured one and put it in her mouth. 

"Stop that," said Historia, holding out her hand beneath Junior's chin. "Don't eat things out of the bath. It's dirty." Junior spit her pumpkin into her mother's palm with a mutinous expression on her face. "Don't you want room in your tummy for chicken nuggets? Momma and Mikasa are making them right now."

"Ooooh! Num!" said Junior, any plots for rebellion she may have been crafting thwarted.

"Mizkaka makes chicken nuggets bad," said Adri, pausing in her song to talk some shit. "Dey're yucky, Jooner."

“Num num nuggets,” said Junior, unpersuaded. She lifted her arms up. “Mommy, I eat?”

“When they’re ready,” said Historia, pulling her phone out of her pocket and checking the time. “Let’s get you in your costume while we wait!”

“Yeah! My cockoom,” Junior agreed, nodding as Historia lifted her out of the water. 

“I want to put mine on, too, Daddy!” said Adri. 

“You’re sure you don’t want to play in the bath a little longer?” Eren asked. He was postponing having to leave the safety of the bathroom because he was now positive Mikasa was avoiding him. She’d come out of the house with his mom, holding a mug of something, and spent the rest of the jack o’lantern carving period sitting with her back to him, sipping her drink and chatting with Ymir and Isabella. He had tried dragging her into a conversation by posing Halloween themed questions to the group but she slipped in and out of the discussion without ever once meeting his eye or smiling at him. He wanted to die. 

Adri held out her wrinkled fingers. “I’s a raisin. Baff time is over.”

Eren grimaced, holding out a towel for Adri. He knew exactly who she had picked that up from. He could recall his own childhood bath time being cut short before he wanted it to end as Carla reached beneath the water to pull out the drain stopper, curbing his protests with a curt, “You are a raisin, bucko. Bath time is over!” She had done it to him again, by proxy. 

Historia was busy drying Junior off. "Do you need to sit on the potty, sweetpea?"

Junior shook her head. 

"When's the last time you went?" Historia asked, directing the question at herself more than anyone. “You went potty after lunch, and then…”

"Ummmmm…" said Junior with a thoughtful frown, then pointed at the bathtub. 

Eren and Historia looked at each other, drooping. 

"I'll get fresh towels," said Historia.

"I'll put the girls under the shower," said Eren. 

He was soaping them up when Historia came back in. "Mikasa and Ymir made dinner so cute," she said. “Mikasa’s even drawing little monster faces on the chicken nuggets with a toothpick dipped in ketchup.”

“She is?” asked Eren, his lower lip jutting out in a despondent pout. “They must look great.”

“They do. I’m going to post a photo of them on Instagram and take credit for them,” Historia said. 

“You’d better not!” said Eren. “Plagiarist!”

“Mikasa said she didn’t care,” said Historia, turning off the water and throwing Adri’s fresh towel at Eren. 

"Fine, whatever,” Eren grumbled, wrapping the towel around his daughter, his stomach twisting. Once again, he had no idea what he’d done wrong, and he was terrified that Mikasa was going to go home tonight and never come back again. She’d mentioned her parents were living in Florida now, taking care of her ailing, elderly grandmother. What if she left everything but Mason behind to go live with them there, in the muggy heat of the Florida swamplands, alongside approximately one fifth of the nation’s senior citizens? But what had he done to drive her away? Was he hugging her too much? He knew she wasn’t a very touchy-feely person, but he hadn’t thought she minded. He could stop. It would be hard, because he lived for the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest when he embraced her, and the clean, soapy scent of her skin, and the yielding firmness of her upper arm beneath his hand when he gave her a side-hug, and the thrilling question of what it might feel like if he were to let his fingers wander down past her stomach to her thighs and… He cleared his throat, dragging his thoughts back on track. Mikasa didn’t care if Historia stole her credit, and she didn’t care about him. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Historia asked, eyeing his flushed cheeks and furrowed brow. 

“I think Mikasa is mad at me,” Eren muttered, trying to throw his voice in such a way that Historia would hear him but Adri would not. 

“Why do you think that?” Historia asked, patting Junior dry.

Eren leaned towards her to answer, but- "Mizkaka is a bad woman," Adri announced before he could say anything, shaking her finger with a severe frown.

"Why?" said Junior, with very little interest. 

"Betause she tinks she's da boss of me and dat's not okay," said Adri. "And she's a feef. She takeded away my tings. And she talls me Aderana Banana, and dat's not my name. And…" She dropped her voice low. "She tilled someone."

"What? No she didn't!" said Eren. 

"Who did she kill, sweetie?" asked Historia. 

"She tilled da mailman," said Adri. Historia gasped. "She tut off his head!" Adri embellished, hoping for a similar reaction, which she received. 

"Why?" said Junior.

"Betause she's so bad," said Adri.

"She didn't kill anyone!" said Eren.

"That's not what Adri says," said Historia. 

"Do not encourage her," said Eren. 

“Fine,” said Historia, kissing Junior on her rosy, fat cheek and holding her in her lap, all bundled up in her towel like a baby. Eren prepared to work on Adri’s hair, trying to center himself in the moment rather than panicking over Mikasa’s imminent disappearance from his life. 

“Jesus, how many products does one child need?” Historia asked, eyeing the contingent of bottles on the side of the sink. 

Eren grabbed the first and began massaging leave-in conditioner through Adri’s dark ringlets. “She has curly hair,” he said. “I can’t just comb through it and call it a day.” He squirted argan oil into his palm and began to work that through her hair as well. 

Historia whistled and grabbed the comb, running it through Junior’s mousy wisps. Junior screeched and fussed, fighting to get away. “Sit still, honey!” Historia ordered. “You’re getting your snarls caught and yanking your own hair!” 

“Nooooooooooo!” Junior screamed, jerking her head around and indeed creating the circumstances of her own agony. 

“Oh my god,” Historia groaned. Eren reached over and spritzed the product he was now holding onto Junior’s hair.

“Huh?” said Junior and Historia in unison. 

“Detangling spray,” he said, spraying it liberally onto Adri’s hair now. “It helps.”

“Why?” said Junior. 

“It makes the knots in your hair go away, sweetie,” said Eren. “Then it won’t hurt when your mommy combs it. The only rule is, you have to sit very, very still or it won’t work!”

“Ohhhhhh!” said Junior. 

“Can you sit very, very still?” asked Eren.

Junior nodded, clasping her small hands on her lap. Historia shot him a suspicious glance and ran the comb through her daughter’s hair. It slid through the tangles like a hot knife through butter. Historia’s mouth fell open. “What the heck? Why did I not know this existed?” she demanded, rushing to finish Junior’s hair before she started squirming again.

Eren shrugged. 

“No, I’m serious. This child has two attractive, well-groomed moms. How are you the one introducing me to this?”

“Hey! I groom myself! Comb,” he said, holding out his hand. 

Historia relinquished it and Eren began to ease it through the ends of Adri’s hair, working his way up towards her scalp. Adri was keeping herself entertained by muttering a laundry list of Mikasa’s crimes under her breath and patting her thighs.

“She really doesn’t like her,” Historia marveled. 

“Told you,” said Eren. “Her, Mom, and Lara.”

Historia gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"Daddy. Tan I eat my tandy when we tum home?" Adri asked. 

"You can have one piece, maybe two. And we'll save the rest," said Eren, scrunching Adri’s curls in his hands and studying them with a critical eye. “Do you know what kind you want?”

"I is going to eat Twits," Adri announced. "I is going to get more Twits dan Mason and he’s going to try like, ‘boo hoo, boo hoo’. But I won’t give him any betause dey’re mine.”

"Is Twix your favorite candy?" Historia asked. 

"Uh huh," said Adri. “It’s sooooo yummy.”

“What about you, Junior?” Eren asked. “Do you have a favorite candy?”

“Um. Yes,” said Junior. 

“What is it?” asked Eren. 

Junior stared at him for a moment. “Um.” She looked at her mother. 

“What candy do you like to eat the most, sweetpea?” Historia prompted with a gentle smile. 

Junior put her finger in her mouth. “Brown triangle,” she said. 

“She likes Hershey’s kisses,” said Historia. 

“I see,” Eren chuckled. “I hope you get some tonight, kiddo.” He put aside the comb and slapped his knees. “Alright, peanut. Time to get you in your pjs.”

Adri stiffened. “I want to wear my tostume!” she protested. 

“You’re going to wear it on top,” Eren reminded her. “Your pajamas go underneath so you are ready for bed as soon as we get home, so let’s put them on.”

“No!” said Adri. “I don’t wanna wear my peejees! I wanna wear my tostume!” She began to cry. “I wanna go tricky-treating in my tostume, Daddy!”

“You will be wearing your costume,” said Eren. 

“NO! I want to wear my tostume!” Adri wailed.

“You can!” Eren shouted, trying to make himself heard over her hopeless sobbing. He caught Historia watching the scene with a faint air of superiority. “Just you wait,” he snapped. “You’ve got one year, and then you’ll be dealing with a whacked out threenager, too.”

"It's the twos that are terrible," Historia corrected. "And Junior is still pretty docile. That's because we practice gentle parenting."

"HA!" Eren bellowed, shocking everyone in the bathroom with the sudden, resounding guffaw. Junior covered her ears and even Adri stopped shrieking. Eren winced and softened his voice for the sake of the children. “You are in for such a rude awakening, it’s not even funny,” he hissed. “Come on, peanut. Let’s get dressed.”

“In my tostume?” asked Adri. 

“Of course. Once you put on your pajamas,” said Eren. 

Adri screamed in anguish. 

“Oh my god!” Eren groaned. 

The doorknob turned and Mikasa poked her head in, concern written all over her face. "Is everyone okay in here?" she asked, looking at the girls and Historia but not Eren. 

"Hi, Mikasa," he said. “Everything’s fine here. Did I mention yet that you look lovely today?”

“She’s ugly!” Adri screeched. 

Ignoring the unflattering outburst, Mikasa’s eyes darted to Eren’s, her lips curling into a frown as her cheeks flushed a soft, bubblegum pink. “Ummm… You didn't. Thank you,” she mumbled.

Emboldened that she was at least not giving him the silent treatment, Eren made another attempt at conversation. “Isabella seems to have-”

"Shut up, Eren. Mikasa, who's worse? Two-year-olds or three-year-olds?" Historia demanded. 

Bitch! 

"I told you! It's three-year-olds!" Eren snapped, irritated that Historia was cock-blocking his attempt at reconciliation. 

Historia dismissed his claim with a challenging scowl. "I asked Mikasa, not you," she growled. "Mikasa? Your kid is older. What's your opinion?"

"Well…" said Mikasa, reluctant to get involved but feeling compelled to once they both turned their jewel-bright stares on her. Jesus, they both had beautiful eyes. She averted hers. “I don’t know,” she said, then backed out of the doorway without resolving their conflict, pulling the door shut behind her.  

Eren deflated. “She hates me,” he groaned. 

“Because she didn’t side with you? That’s a weird takeaway,” said Historia. “Kind of childish. I’ve got second-hand embarrassment now, actually.”

“No!” said Eren. “Not because of that! Because she’s acting all distant and weird toward me!”

“Well, what did you do to her?” Historia asked.

“I don’t know!” Eren said, his voice listing towards a whine. 

Historia sighed, picking up Junior. “I’ll do a little digging,” she said. 

That’s just what Eren had been hoping for. “Okay,” he said. “But be cool about it, you know?”

“I’m always cool,” said Historia.

#eren jaeger #eremika #fanfic #fic writing #mikasa ackerman #current wip #deleted scene #family life #fanfiction #domestic au #single parents au

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐋. 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘! 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 132+

It was quiet in his apartment in Marley. Rarely anyone visited so that left Levi in his own presence. This resembled much of his life, alone always. Today he chose to read a small book on the wondrous concept of time travel. It fascinated him to no end so you could imagine his annoyance when he heard knocking at the door.

“Go away!” He yelled out, hoping the person would go away but the knock grew louder until he could no longer ignore it. Levi marched up to the door expecting one of the 104th brats to be standing there but instead, he found a peculiar girl with a notebook in hand.

“Hi is this the residence of Mr. Ackerman?” Mia asked.

“Whose asking?” Levi retorted, turning defensive in an instant.

“Mikasa told me to come here. She said you could answer my questions about my father’s sibling.” She outstretched her hand but Levi declined to shake it.

“Whose your father’s sibling?” Levi asked, annoyed at her vague answers.

“Hange Zoe. My name’s Mia Zoe,” she said. Levi dropped the book that was in his hand and stared for a long time at Mia. Sure Hange had told him stories about the three-year-old niece she had but he had assumed her family wanted no contact with him.

“You can come in,” Levi whispered, sidestepping and allowing the girl to come in.

“You have a nice home.”

“Thanks.” There was an awkward silence that Levi attempted to fill. “Do you want tea?”

“Sure, thank you.” She nodded at him in thanks and continued to observe his humble abode. There were few belongings but the space felt lived in somehow. The shelves were lined with different photographs ranging from the rolling tides to portraits of what Mia assumed to be fallen comrades.

“That one’s Hange,” Levi said. His finger pointed to a portrait Kirchstein had drawn of Hange for him. Levi remembers the young soldier telling him it was to help him never forget their faces.

“They’ve got a nose like mine!” Mia laughed a little at Levi’s bewildered expression. “Sorry, everyone in my family has smaller noses but mine’s unique.”

“You act like Hange,” Levi grunted while handing Mia a teacup. “They were fascinated by every little thing.”

“Oh,” Mia whispered. Her family had refused to discuss Hange after their death in the Rumbling, this was the first piece of information she had heard about the mysterious family member. They both sat on Levi’s couch and he waited for a question.

“What’d you wanna ask?”

“What were they like?”

“Go away, four-eyes.” Levi flipped through some mindless paperwork.

“Not until you look at this!” Hange shoved a paper in front of Levi’s face. He sighed and pushed the paper away. “Please shorty!”

“Fine!” Levi snatched the paper from Hange’s hand. The paper was on Eren’s titan ability and some finer details Hange had noticed. It was interesting but Levi would never let Hange know that.

“Well?” Hange drawled out.

“I already knew this,” Levi growled out, shoving the paper against Hange’s chest. He resumed his paperwork and tried to ignore the laughing from Hange who enjoyed pissing Levi off so much.

“Oh well,” Hange loudly sighed. “I guess I’ll have to show you tomorrow’s report and if that doesn’t work then the day after that and the day after that and the-”

“Get. Out.” Levi gripped his black pen hard in his hand to the point where it snapped in half.

“Have fun shorty!” Hange yelled out, but not before leaving the paper on Levi’s desk which infuriated him even further.

“Infuriating but funny at the same time.”

“Meet Sawney and Beane!” Hange introduced Levi to the captured Titans. Moblit stood a few paces behind her with a tired look in his eyes at his superior’s antics.

“You named them?” Levi questioned, keeping a good distance from the greedy beings.

“Of course!” Hange ran up to Sawney and threw their arms around the neck of the Titan.

“Section commander!” Moblit yelled out before Sawney tried to move its head to bite out Hange. The section commander expertly dodged but not before petting the titan on the head and landing next to Levi.

“That happen often four-eyes?” Levi snarkily asked. He crossed his arms over his chest, unimpressed at the scene before him.

“They’re just energetic today!” Hange began to loudly laugh maniacally until they dissolved into coughing. “Anyways you can tell Erwin he’ll have a daily report and briefing.”

Levi nodded, accomplishing his purpose in coming here, and began to head out before Hange stopped him. He glared directly into Hange’s eyes before they spoke again.

“Make sure to add that in the briefings it would be nice to have some of the captains there,” Hange smirked at Levi’s annoyed expression. It was too easy to mess with the shorter man.

“Fuck you, shitty glasses,” Levi whispered as he stomped away.

“Bye, captain!” Hange called out while laughing.

“Had a knack for science and an affinity for Titans if you’d believe it.”

“Nobody ever stays by your side forever.” Hange looked down at their new desk. Commander of the Survey Corps. The death of their entire squad weighed heavily on their mind.

“I’m visiting Erwin’s grave today, did you want to join?” Levi asked. He dropped some paperwork onto the new commander’s desk.

“I need to get out of here,” Hange whispered, grabbing their coat and already heading out the door. The walk was silent as they finally made it to the shared graveyard of most of the Corps' dead soldiers. Matching gray gravestones lined the yard as they both quickly found the new plots and found who they wished to mourn for that day.

Levi stared a moment at Erwin’s stone, he picked out the engraving himself since Erwin had no family. Leader, Commander, Visionary. It was cheesy. He said some things in his head that he hoped would reach Erwin before lifting his head to Hange a few graves away.

“Thank you, friend,” they whispered. Levi watched Hange kneel to touch the gravestone before standing back up and dusting off their uniform. He noted the slumped posture in their shoulders like they had lost a reason to remain upright. Like Hange had lost the reason to remain poised.

“We have to make their sacrifices worth it. That’s our duty to them,” Levi said. Those sentiments had gotten through difficult times as well, through losing his friends, through losing his entire squad.

“We ride past the walls in a few months, it’ll be worth it,” Hange whispered. They removed their glasses for a moment and wiped their eyes. “I should head back, I got loads of paperwork to do.”

They attempted to laugh but it came out as pathetic. Levi nodded his head and followed silently behind them. Their shared walks had rarely ever been this quiet, usually filled with Hange’s rambling and Levi’s annoyed comments. He thought he would enjoy the silence but instead, it felt suffocating. He prayed inside his mind Hange would say something, anything that would tick him off but they said nothing.

“Check in on who survived. Historia demanded they all get psych evals.”

“Ok,” Levi replied. The lack of nicknames mixed in with their conversations unnerved him. Then again, out of their whole group, it was now just the two of them left, there was no one else to joke around with. How depressing.

“They were never the same after we went back to Shinganshina the first time. It was only Hange and me that survived out of the rest of the higher ranked in the Survey.”

“Is that why they stopped journaling during that time?”

“Journaling?” Levi asked.

“Yeah, Hange kept all sorts of journals in our family house. My parents wanted to throw it away but I kept them. Here’s one.” Mia handed the journal to Levi. He flipped through the pages and spotted his name a few times but saw the entries abruptly stop around the time they got back from Shiganshina.

“They became commander after we got back, more work and all.” Levi paused. “The writing probably reminded them of Moblit too.”

“Moblit?”

“He was sort of a research partner to Hange. Sacrificed himself for them to survive on that expedition.”

“Thank you for this information,” Mia said. She quickly jotted down some notes in another notepad she pulled from seemingly nowhere.

Just like Hange.

“Did you see Hange off in their final moments? All the historical accounts said you did.”

“I-” Levi paused. Memories he wished to submerge into the crevices of his soul bubbled up.

“Hey…four eyes,” Levi said, his face was forlorn.

“You understand. It feels like…it’s finally here, you know? My big moment. I want to look as cool as I possibly can right now so just let me walk away,” Hange whispered as Levi blocked their way. Sweat palpitated on their forehead as they stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the beings who would most likely take her life in a few mere moments.

“Dedicate your heart,” Levi whispered. His fist collided on Hange’s chest, over their heart. He faced away from the colossal, the very beings that would take away the last of his comrades that he once knew.  He began to walk away but heard a joyful Hange turn back around at Levi’s words.

“Ha! That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that!” Hange yelled out with joy, genuine joy, in their voice. None of that produced happiness to put on a front for people Hange had practiced in the past few months. It was real, it was tangible. It was behind Levi as he continued to walk away from the last semblance of normality in his life. Hange was a constant, despite everyone dying around him, he had Hange Zoe. That was gone, however. Levi wondered for a moment what living without a constant felt like, he figures he will know in a few moments.

“Ah, titans truly are magnificent,” Hange whispered to themself. Their final words were heard only to the skies.

Levi watched from the battered airship multiple colassals go down, more than any other person could manage. It was incredible to see the extent of Hange’s determination in action. He stared at the retreated scene, spotting a ball of fire descend from a titan. Hange. He turned his head away, they flew too close to the sun. If anyone could have done that it would have been Hange, the one who never understood boundaries.

Levi considered depicting those last moments with Hange but decided to save it for another time. It was too depressing for anyone to hear, it was a wonder he could shoulder that trauma alone.

“I have to head to the market but you’re welcome to stop by anytime.” Levi got up from the couch and began to put the tea cups into his sink. Mia got up as well and gathered her things including the journal Levi left on the table. She thought she had pushed the man too far but thought this was the best method, it is what Hange advised in their journal on how to get to know the allusive Levi Ackerman.

“I’ll take you up on that, hey has anyone ever told you that you’re short?” Mia asked, genuinely curious. She leaned up against the kitchen doorway.

“Get out.” Levi stopped his scrubbing into the dishes and stared directly into her eyes.

“Right sorry!” Mia raced out the door but Levi could hear her laughter faintly down the hall.

Yeah just like Hange.

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[melishade]

Attack on Prime Chapter 52 Snippet: Optimus v Megatron

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(So before we get into this, firstly, major spoilers for my fanfic on ao3. Like this is the most recent chapter.

Second. I don’t usually post my chapters on tumblr because my word count has gotten too big that it no longer fits. But this was something I worked really hard on and I would like to share it on tumblr too. So enjoy)

“I do have one final request before this meeting is over,” Kiyomi began.

“And what is that?” Pixis asked.

“I would very much like to see Optimus and Matthew fight,” Kiyomi answered.

Everyone stared in shock as silence radiated through the room. She wanted to see the two most powerful titans fight?! The silence was broken when Hanji began nervously laughing.

“That’s pretty funny,” Hanji laughed nervously. Her laugh began to fade when she saw Kiyomi’s same stoic expression.

“R-right?” Hanji stuttered.

“What is?” Kiyomi demanded.

“Oh my god, you’re serious,” Hanji paled.

“That would be something that should be highly refrained from,” Pixis declared.

“If there is a problem, then say it,” Kiyomi demanded.

“I can list a few,” Hanji proclaimed with a nervous voice, “One being they would destroy the landscape.”

“Are you looking for some sort of entertainment?” Megatron demanded.

“I am interested in seeing the strength of a titan that ripped out the heart of the Armored Titan,” Kiyomi declared, “But this is for reassurance. I need to know full well that I can put my faith in the island in the event Eren Jaeger is captured and killed. The Founding Titan in the hands of Marley would mean devastating consequences for everyone. I’ve been hearing rumors about the promise of one of their new programs: new titans that would have the power to go against the two of you. I need to know if the two of you are strong enough to handle it.”

“If you knew exactly who I am, you wouldn’t be asking me this,” Megatron declared.

“Then show me,” Kiyomi requested.

Megatron glanced over at Optimus. “What do you think, Prime?”

Optimus thought it over before looking at Kiyomi directly in the eye. “If it means solidifying this alliance, then I will do it.”

The Survey Corps grew more visibly worried while Kiyomi smiled. “Perfect. Then I will see you both outside.”

Optimus and Megatron deactivated their holoform, startling some of the people in the room. Kiyomi stood up from her seat, but noticed that the Survey Corps were looking at her like she had caused someone’s death.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve doomed us all,” Levi declared.

“Excuse you?” Kiyomi demanded.

Hanji ripped off her jacket and covered her face with it before giving a muffled scream.

“Optimus and Matthew have been fighting in the same war on opposing sides,” Historia clarified, “They’ve practically hated each other for that time.”

“And now they’re going to fight again while they still have some unresolved shit,” Levi added.

“…I see,” Kiyomi trailed off.

“Oh, I see!” Hanji mocked as she lifted her head from her jacket, “That’s you! I’m going to go talk to them!”

Hanji threw her jacket on the chair before storming out of the room.

“I recommend a wager to distract us from this situation,” Pixis suggested, “Who would win: Optimus or Matthew?”

“No one is making any bets,” Levi hissed.

“I vote Optimus,” Connie said as he raised his hand, earning an elbow to his side from Jean.

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Later outside

Nile was waiting along with the rest of the military for Optimus and Megatron to arrive. Despite demands about not making bets, many within the Garrison and the Military Police were betting money on who would win the fight. He couldn’t help but be nervous though. The titan threatened his life, and Erwin willingly chose to work with him. Meanwhile, Optimus was able to dispatch a hundred titans when he first arrived here. So then, how far would this go when they were fighting someone that was essentially their equal?

Optimus arrived at a safe distance from the audience before transforming into his bipedal mode. The Prime looked over at Eren before activating his mask. He agreed to do this to solidify alliance with the Azumabito clan, but he had no idea how Eren would feel once he saw him at his best. But this…it’s been two years since he’s actually fought Megatron. It’s been two years since the war’s been over. Doing this…made him feel bitter.

Optimus grimaced as Megatron flew overhead and landed a few feet away from him. The ex-con stood up fully and stared at Optimus with a rather stoic expression. Kiyomi grew stiff along with her entourage. They had never seen the appearance of either titan, so they didn’t know what to expect. But it was just so haunting.

“I’ve never realized how tall Buckethead is,” Sasha remarked as the two titans walked away from each other for distance.

“I’ve never seen Hanji this nervous,” Jean remarked as he saw Hanji tapping her foot rapidly.

“She’s the one who spends the most time with Optimus and Megatron,” Armin whispered to him, “She most likely knows their mood enough to see how this fight will go down.”

“They did set up parameters,” Sasha added, “Five minutes using only their swords. Prime can’t use his energon blasters and Megatron has no shield. Should be even enough.”

“But Buckethead has more strength and weight to him,” Connie added, “Optimus is…kind of a stick.”

“Prime would be faster and more agile due to his size,” Sasha declared.

“But Megatron is willing to go to any lengths to win,” Mikasa reminded, “We’ve seen him in action before. He’s not afraid to kill.”

“But he’s extremely prideful,” Armin reminded.

“C’mon guys, aren’t we over-thinking this?” Floch asked, “This should be like a training exercise right.”

“Floch, you’re still in denial,” Jean declared, “Those two are definitely not going to see it that way.”

“They should be careful because they have no medic,” Armin stated.

“Eren, you train with Optimus. Do you think he’s going to win, or will Megatron?” Connie asked.

All eyes were on Eren now, making the teen even more nervous. Eren was the one who trained with Optimus, but the Prime…always held back against him. Eren knew that Optimus never showed his full strength to him when they started training. Eren initially thought that Optimus was hindering him, but Optimus stated that he didn’t want to hurt him with advanced techniques. Not until he had a mastery over the basics. Meanwhile, Megatron never really saw any of the humans as a threat. He’s lived the life of a gladiator, and has slaughtered everyone that has gotten in his way. He wanted Optimus to win the battle, but considering Megatron’s experience, and their shared history…

“I…I don’t know,” Eren admitted, “And I’m still scared. I’m not sure if I want to know.”

Levi stepped forward wearing his 3D gear with a stopwatch in one hand and a red flare in the other. “You two know the rules! Five minutes! Swords only! Any foul play and we end it!”

Levi actually got nervous when Megatron didn’t respond. No quip. No sarcastic remark. He was focused on the opponent ahead, hand itching towards the sword on his side. He looked over at Optimus to see the same serious expression on his face. His hands were clenched, fully ready to transform into his own weapons. He was really about to see these two fight full force. Frankly, he wasn’t ready for the onslaught that was about to happen.

“Ready!” Levi shouted, raising the flare in the air.

The two titans lowered their stances, getting ready to sprint towards each other.

“If anyone dies during this, you can consider our alliance finished,” Hanji angrily told Kiyomi.

“I accept full responsibility,” Kiyomi merely responded.

“Go!” Levi shouted as he pulled the trigger and fired.

No one could comprehend the speed. The two rushed each other with full force that no one saw them whip their swords out. The swords collided and both were trying to push the other backward.

Eren could see the strain in Optimus’ optics before he kneed Megatron in the gut before kicking him in the face, sending him a few steps back. Eren felt chills go up his spine when he saw Megatron turn his head and give a sadistic smile before charging at Optimus again. Optimus transformed his other servo into a blade and blocked the swing from Megatron from above. Optimus forced Megatron back and slashed at him twice before their blades collided once more. They forced each other back as they charged again once more. Megatron spun and slashed at Optimus, which the Prime had to block twice. Optimus went for a direct hit to stab Megatron, but Megatron blocked it. Megatron kicked him in stomach before punching Optimus in the face. Optimus quickly recovered and ducked from a swipe aimed for his head.

The two continued to clash as everyone watched on. The Azumabito were more surprised, while the Survey Corps and other islanders looked on with worry and fear.

“Eren,” Hanji spoke.

“Yes, Commander,” Eren responded.

“Did you know that Optimus was that good?” Hanji asked.

“No,” Eren answered.

Hanji laughed nervously. “We’re all going to die.”

Megatron yelled as he swung his sword upward, the edges of it grazing Optimus’ mask. Optimus then countered by swinging for his chest. Megatron blocked the attack with his arm, but was unable to react fast enough as Optimus jumped and flipped over Megatron. The titan landed behind his opponent and tried to swipe for his leg, but Megatron grabbed Optimus’ wrist before he reached it. Megatron then threw Optimus across the battlefield. The Prime rolled across the ground, but managed to regain his footing and charge back. Optimus slid under Megatron’s arm as he tried to swipe for his head. Optimus swiped for Megatron once more, but the gladiator blocked the attack.

Eren could only watch in awe…and in fury. He was…nowhere near the level that Optimus was at. He could see some of the techniques that Optimus taught him, but the Prime was fighting in a way that he had never seen. He was angry at the fact that he still had a long way to go, but he was somewhat excited because there could be a chance that he could reach that level.

Optimus dodged another swipe at his head before locking blades with the ex-con once more. Their blades then continued to clash as they tried to swipe in vulnerable areas, but they were too quick. Everyone could see the sparks flying due to the clashes and the friction of their sword. Optimus grunted as Megatron punched him square in the face. Optimus was sent flying across the battlefield and landed on his back. Optimus groaned and rubbed his helm while the Survey Corps looked on in concern. Levi was prepared to intervene, but Megatron…didn’t make any move to attack him while he was down. Megatron waited with what appeared to be…anticipation as Optimus stood up and glared at Megatron. Levi noticed the venom in Optimus’ eyes, that same expression that Optimus had when Megatron first arrived. The eyes…of a killer.

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“That titan has murdered,” Mike explained to Levi and Erwin.

Levi raised an eyebrow at that while Erwin looked up from his papers.

“Tin can looks like he can’t hurt a fly,” Levi commented as he looked out the window to see Optimus intently listening to Hanji in his bipedal mode.

“He did kill over a hundred titans,” Erwin reminded.

“I meant that he’s murdered his own kind,” Mike corrected, “I’ve seen a very dangerous expression in his eyes when he first started training Eren. He might not show it around the rest of us, but that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t shown that expression before. He’s murdered for his own beliefs.”

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“He’s murdered to survive,”

Optimus ran and jumped into the air, ready to land a critical blow with his swords. Megatron blocked the attack with his own sword. Their swords clashed upwards and downwards as they tried to hit each other. Those movements appeared to mirror each other as they locked swords again. Optimus then transformed one of his swords back into his servo before grabbing Megatron’s wrist. Optimus then used his other servo to carry and throw Megatron across the battlefield. Megatron landed on his feet, digging his claws into the ground to slow his momentum. Megatron flipped the sword and held the blade in his servo before throwing it at the Prime. Optimus ran towards Megatron and dodged the spinning blade. Optimus tried to stab Megatron as the former warlord’s blade pierced the ground, but Megatron jumped over the Prime and rolled before sprinting towards his sword. Optimus bolted towards Megatron as he grabbed his sword and blocked the Prime’s attack.

Armin was stunned at the way the two titans continued to battle. The flow of their movements, the precision in their strike, the swiftness in their defense; it was almost like they were dancing.

That’s right…they were dancing. They’ve done these battles so many times; they knew how to react to each other. They knew how to defend. This was too familiar to them. There would be no way that either could win unless one of them had the upper hand…or if they were actually trying to kill each other.

“I’d like to wager,” Armin declared, “The battle will end in a draw.”

Everyone looked at Armin like he was crazy.

“Armin, look at that!” Jean exclaimed, “Do you really think that battle is going to end in a draw?!”

“I do,” Armin answered.

“Then let’s make it interesting-,”

“A month’s worth of meat,” Armin interrupted Sasha, shocking everyone.

“A bold move, Arlert,” Pixis remarked, “I’m impressed.”

Eren thought Armin’s proclamation over as Optimus dropkicked Megatron. Maybe it would be like that. They did fight for a long time. And this fight was merely proving every lesson Optimus told him, and every claim that Megatron said.

“I’m with Armin,” Eren proclaimed, “It’s going to be a draw.”

Megatron swiped at Optimus’ helm, but the Prime bent backwards before kicking Megatron’s sword out of his servos. Optimus flipped back and transformed his blades back into his servos before catching Megatron’s sword.

“He disarmed him!” Jean exclaimed.

Optimus swung the blade and almost hit Megatron, but the ex-con extended his claws and caught the blade. Megatron then swiped his claws as Optimus blocked each attack.

“Damn it!” Hanji exclaimed, “We forget his whole body’s a fucking weapon! It’s so fucking cool!”

“Hanji-,”

“I know! Shut up!” Hanji shouted at Levi.

Megatron continued to block Optimus’ attacks, feeling the blade cutting through his armor inch by inch. He was certain that Optimus managed to draw dark energon. He swiped at Optimus’ face as he continued to block the attacks. Optimus swiped upwards, and Megatron saw a brief opening. He kicked Optimus in the gut, causing the Prime to let go of the sword and sending him back. Megatron grabbed his sword once more as Optimus skidded to a stop. Megatron jumped into the air and threw his sword at Optimus once more. The Survey Corps didn’t know how to react as the blade was coming in too fast. Eren was going to bite his hand, but his mouth dropped as Optimus caught the blade in between his servos, the blade nearly taking out his optic. The rest of the military stared in shock as Megatron landed on his pedes with grace.

Megatron cracked his neck while Optimus threw the blade aside, letting it pierce the ground. The Survey Corps grew worried as the two stared at each other with an intense gaze before they both began to walk forward. They picked up the speed and were now full on running towards each other. They both let out a battle cry as they cocked their fists back. They both threw their punches and their fists collided. Their actions caused a shockwave to echo throughout the entire area. Many of the spectators were blown back by the force while others had to cover their ears from the ringing sensation. Levi quickly looked down at the stopwatch to see that three minutes had already passed. How? Everything was moving so fast! How did that much time pass already?!

Eren covered his ears in pain as he saw…a memory flash through his mind. It was…of Optimus and Megatron fighting. He…he had seen this before! He saw this fight before it actually happened! How did he-?!

Optimus punched Megatron in the face before punching him in the gut. Megatron elbowed Optimus in his face before throwing a downward punched. Optimus jumped out of the way as Megatron’s fist collided with the ground. The ground shattered under the two of them while Optimus struggled to find his footing on the uneven ground. Optimus kicked upward into Megatron’s face. Megatron quickly recovered and threw a right hook that Optimus dodged. Megatron spun and kicked Optimus, but the Prime managed to block the attack from hitting his face. The force of the kick did send Optimus back. Optimus blocked another punch before throwing three punches at the ex-con, but all three were blocked by him. Optimus threw another punch, but Megatron caught the Prime’s servo. Optimus threw another one with his other servo, but Megatron caught that one two. The two were forced in deadlock until Optimus head-butted Megatron, causing him to let go. Megatron yelled and used his claws to tear through Optimus’ upper right arm, cutting through the Autobot and Survey Corps symbol there and causing energon to spill.

The Survey Corps gasped while Hanji screamed with fear. Levi moved fast and hooked onto one of the trees there, equipping a thunder spear to aim at the two of them. Optimus grabbed Megatron’s sword and slashed through Megatron’s chest, leaving a diagonal cut that started to leak dark energon. Megatron growled in anger as Optimus threw a punch with his left arm. Megatron also threw a punch, and the two of them ended up punching each other in the face. They both skidded back, Optimus held onto his wounded arm while Megatron seethed in pain over his chest. The ex-con then chuckled darkly, sending chills through everyone’s spines.

“After all this time, you haven’t lost your touch,” Megatron smirked, “Optimus Prime.”

Optimus gritted his dentas behind his mask as he transformed his left arm into his sword. “Enough.”

The two bolted towards each other, their swords ready to cross paths once more. Before they could strike, they both saw a thunder spear coming to intercept them out of the corner of their optics. They managed to dodge the line of attack and shielded their optics as the spear blew up in midair. They turned to see Levi in a tree, looking both furious and fearful, while holding a broken stopwatch in his hand.

“Time’s up,” Levi said as he threw the stopwatch to the ground.

The two titans turned their attention to each other, causing everyone to grow worried. Would…would they not listen? Would one attack the other out of spite? Would there be a double-cross each other? Megatron was the first to react, transforming his sword back to the handle. He raised his servos in surrender as he took a few steps back. Optimus transformed his sword back into his servo before holding his wounded arm, trying not to show his pained expression. Megatron noticed regardless and placed the handle at his side.

“Meet me at the neutral ship,” Megatron told him in Cybertronian, “There should be something there to treat your wound.”

Optimus didn’t respond as Megatron transformed and flew north. Optimus turned to the stunned crowd and found Kiyomi.

“I will be meeting with you tomorrow,” Optimus told her, “I hope that you will be able to attend.”

“Y-yes,” Kiyomi stuttered, still shocked at the display and trying to recover.

Optimus transformed into his alt mode and drove north, allowing the crowd to actually see the damage caused by the two titans. When Optimus was out of view, everyone was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“That was…quite a spectacle,” Kiyomi tried to find the words, “On behalf of the Azumabito clan, I would like to apologize for asking for that-,”

Kiyomi found Hanji, Jean, Connie, and Sasha collapsed on the ground. Mikasa was as stiff as a board while Armin was clutching his chest with his hand. Eren was trembling in fear while Historia was holding Ymir’s hand for stability.

“What the hell was that?!” Floch shouted.

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"It works!"

"Calm down four eyes." Levi huffed out.

Maria gave the brunette a halfhearted smile as Levi helped her to the chair closest to Hanji. The woman was still laying on her back on one of the stretchers. Hanji still couldn't move as much as she wanted to, but seeing her friend walk again riled her up enough to get up onto both her elbows. The honey-blonde noted the red patches on her skin and worriedly reached out to examine it.

"What happened out there? You look awful..." Hanij's expression turned sour, making the small woman pull back her outstretched hand.

"They're just minor burns, I'll be fine." Her brown orbs had a serious look in them, already telling Levi exactly what he needed to know. "Our suspicions were right. The colossal and armored titan are in fact, Bertholdt Hoover and Reiner Braun. They've successfully taken Eren captive and fled beyond the walls."

Maria balled her hands in fists as she dropped her gaze.

"This again." The low tone in her voice caught both her friends off guard. She couldn't help but think about all the shit they'd gone through in the past few weeks. It wasn't uncommon for the Survey Corps to experience heavy losses. Soldiers would die in expeditions all the time, and after they returned to the safety within the walls, people would cry over their loved ones. Yet, never in these five years had she seen so much chaos within the Corps and let alone the Special Operations Squad; ever since Eren joined them. And now this. Eren is going to be a constant target, and for what reason?

"Erwin and the reinforcements have gone to retrieve him," Hanji began. "I have no doubt, Mikasa will get him back. She's been protecting him from the beginning."

The honey-blonde knew she was right, but even if they would get the boy back, it would result in an endless game of cat-and-mouse. Surely they would know that too, for Eren had been a target ever since the 57th Expedition, maybe even before that for all they knew.

"Where's your Executive Officer?" Levi crossed his arms while Maria's eyes darted around the room. However, as Levi asked this question she came to the conclusion the brunet hadn't returned with Hanji.

"Moblit's gone to Ragako village. Something has been bugging me ever since the scouts returned from Ragako. They reported all the homes and structures in the town had been broken apart, but there were no signs of blood or corpses. I've been wanting to go myself, but as you can see, I can't."

Levi pushed himself forward and crossed the room. "Shit's gonna turn on us no matter what we do. They're keeping a close eye on us since we've captured Annie Leonhart and nearly destroyed Stohess in the process. Now she isn't of much use in that damn crystal, we're still bound to find the answers ourselves."

"You think they're going to put us on hold again?" Maria breathed quietly as she locked eyes with the small man.

"Most likely. It's best to gather as much information as we can, and I think Ragako will be a good place to start." Hanji sighed out before Levi could open his mouth. "My priority right now is to get you back into your gear again." The ravenette made clear.

"Then all we can do right now is wait for everyone to return and think everything through before we head back to headquarters."

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The Scouts returned to Trost District that same day. Right now, it would just be a matter of time before Erwin would be reprimanded for his course of action. Although their first priority was to recover Eren and retreat, they still lost a lot of soldiers. Not only was he to blame for the heavy losses within the divisions; he also lost his own arm in the process. With a heavily wounded Commander of the Survey Corps, it wasn't hard to keep the Scouts on a tight leash.

That following night, back at the headquarters, Hanji and Levi made their way through the dim-lit hallways, pushing forth the wheelchair Maria had been using for the past week. The two had left the barracks in silence and did their best not to gain any attention from anyone in the building. Sneaking around midnight would be seen as suspicious activity, given the chaos the Scouts were in.

With Erwin healing back in his chambers at Trost district, both Hanji and Levi knew decisions had to be made. Eren and Historia were to be protected and the only way to do it was for Levi to choose a new squad and leave to safe-keep the two.

Regarding the situation they now found themselves in, it was best to leave in the middle of the night, so they wouldn't be seen and they could hide the two teens in a safe place. Therefore, Hanji and Levi couldn't help but be on high alert.

As they stopped in front of Maria her bed chambers, the brunette did a double check before softly opening the door. She crossed eyes with Levi and took over the handles before pushing the wheelchair - with a neatly folded uniform stacked on top of it - into the room. Levi closed the door behind her and leaned his back against the wall.

"Maria..." Hanji made her way over to the peacefully sleeping woman. She softly tried to coax the honey-blonde awake but she did not stir, for Maria was a heavy sleeper.

"Maria, wake up." The brunette shook her by the shoulders, causing her to shoot up and pull the covers over her clothed chest. Before she could yell out in surprise, Hanji had clasped her hand over her mouth, keeping her from doing so. "Hanji?"

"We're leaving."

"Right now?" Maria responded with a raspy voice. "Yes, we don't have a choice, Levi is waiting outside. Do you think you can ride a horse?" "I think so, my chest hasn't been hurting as much as it did before, so I think I'll be fine," She whispered back. After all, she'd felt pain worse than a few bruised ribs.

"Good, then you'll be riding with Jean." "With Jean?" But Hanji did not directly respond to her as she grasped the woman's clothes from the wheelchair and threw them on the bed. "You need to get changed, tell me if you need help with anything." Maria gave her a curt nod and threw her nightgown over her head, replacing it with the uniform.

It had been a while since she'd worn her usual outfit and it actually felt weird to button up the white garment that belonged under her survey corps jacket. It was clean now and actually smelled good for a change; no bloodstains, no dirt, just the bland but comforting smell of the only soap they had at their disposal.

Maria threw her leg over the edge of the bed and tried to pull up her jeans. However, it was a lot harder than she'd imagined, not to forget that one of her trouser legs was too long and still needed adjusting. A firm knock on the door made both women look up.

"We need to go now, I'm going to raise suspicion to anyone, standing here like this." Levi's voice boomed from behind the door. "Almost done," Maria responded while she tied a knot in her trouser leg.

"What about my belts?" "We'll fix that later, come on." The honey-blonde shifted her body over the edge, balancing herself on her right leg, and sat back down in the wheelchair. Hanji dropped her prosthetic in her lap and pushed her to the door where Levi was still waiting. With a soft knock on the wooden surface, Levi opened the door to take over the handles of the wheelchair.

"You sure took your sweet time, Bambi." Levi huffed out. "Let's go, they're waiting for us at the stables." Levi began to walk as Hanji closed the door to Maria's chambers. Picking up his pace, Levi pushed the woman forward while scanning his surroundings for any MP's.

"Who is waiting for us, Levi?" The small woman hissed. The ravenette shortly crossed eyes with Hanji, before making a sharp turn. "I've assigned new members to our squad." Was his short response.

Maria knew it would happen at some point, but she wasn't expecting it to be in the midst of all chaos. Surely she knew Eren en Historia were in need of protection, but she thought maybe Levi would consult her before making a decision.

"The scouts are being kept on a leash, it's just a matter of time before they're going to take action. With Erwin still recovering, we're just playing a waiting game. Erwin agreed with us to take matters into our own hands." Hanji added in a hushed tone.

"The fewer people know of our whereabouts, the better. Hanji and I will be going back and forth, but someone has to keep an eye on Eren and Historia at all times." Levi finished.

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Meanwhile, Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Eren, and Historia had all gathered in the stables to ready their horses. The still sleep-charged teens had snuck out of the barracks with the little information they'd been given.

"Where do you think we're going?" Armin whispered softly while combing his fingers through the mane of his horse. "No clue, but I do know it's way too early to be awake..." Connie sighed.

"Jean," The teen looked up from his horse to see the Captain enter the stables with Maria, followed closely by Hanji.

"Captain Levi." "Maria's riding with you," Jean gave him a curt nod and locked eyes with the small woman.

"Jean, Armin, do you remember what I've told you?" Hanji pushed past the smaller Captain to gain their attention. "Yeah, but where are we going?" "All of you are going to reside in an isolated cabin deep in the forest. It's our best shot at keeping Eren and Historia safe."

"Starting today, all of you are in my squad."

Levi had told them right after they woke up, but with their still sleep-deprived brains, it hadn't yet sunk in. Maria blinked, also trying to process his words, but before she could say anything regarding the matter, Hanji began to speak again.

"I'll return the wheelchair once you leave. Maria, I've instructed both of them to help you with your rehabilitation starting tomorrow. Don't take the main road, the cabin should be on the north side of Wall Rose. Levi and I will meet you there with Moblit and the rest of my squad in the morning."

"Wait, we're going there alone?" Eren protested. "Yes, is that a problem?" Levi responded, followed by a blank stare. "You're forgetting there's still an adult present," Maria muttered under her breath. "One that isn't of much use, were something to happen. No offense..."

"Watch your mouth, suicidal bastard!" Jean snapped. "No, he's right Jean. Just get me on your horse so we can leave."

With a little help from her new squad members, Maria hoisted her right leg over Jean's horse. Narrow grey eyes followed Jean's every move as the teen took place behind their Lieutenant. Somehow, Levi couldn't help but think he should've been the one in his place, but he swiftly pushed away the thought, a soft 'tch' leaving his lips as he did so.

"Make sure to clean the place before I get there, brats..."

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[tender-hearteddd]

bertholdt x oc longfic plot summary kinda??

aot spoilers (basically all seasons ://)

it’s kinda long but I would appreciate it if you read it all and gave me some much needed feedback, the storyline isn’t really laid out so beware 🙁

no one asked but I’m writing this bertholdt x oc longfic where my oc is from a fictional country based on my two cultures (north african and south asian) and her name is nazanin and shes apart of this secret organization of all women spies and they basically control governments behind the scenes and she joins the warrior candidates to gain back her homelands titan from marley and she makes friends with the warriors candidates but she’s best friends with bertholdt and blah blah blah they’re besties and she eventually gains back her homelands titan and this secret government organization is like ‘good now our homeland can return back to its greatness’ and marley is like ‘uhhh noooo we can’t lose any geopolitical power whatsoever so we’re going to intentionally send this little young brown girl to an island that has no one of her race living there I’m sure this will have no consequences at all’ they do this intentionally because they don’t want her homeland gaining back any power so she’s sent to paradis, her job in the breaching of wall maria is to go straight to the kings castle and kidnap the supposed founding titan and when she goes and grabs the king, she realizes he’s not the founding titan!! and she’s just kinda standing their awkwardly not knowing what to do and she looks around and there’s all these kings maids and workers and it turns out she’s not the only brown person there but there’s a whole race of her people living in the underground and they work as maids for the people in the inner wall!!! but they’re all oppressed because 1. classism 2. racism lol and she has like an existential crisis because of it and also her people praise her titan as their god/savior but they think it’s a god, not a person turning into a titan and rod reiss knows that abt these peoples belief and he knows that this thing isn’t a god but a titan shifter so he suspects that the maids and all the other workers have the titan and they attacked the king bc they know abt the founding titan but it was nazanin the whole time so all the kings workers are basically being tested to see if theyre titan shifters (they’re not) by rod reiss and the MPs VIOLENTLY assaulting them, they’re having body parts being cut off, majority are being killed, they’re mental health just becomes extremely worse; and that’s also apart of her existential crisis; anyways she goes crazy on this island, the 104th think she’s some type of crazed lunatic, she never sleeps, she never eats, she takes too long in the shower, she talks to nothing but really she’s talking to the person who held her titan before her (her father), she has vivid hallucinations, all she sees is blood on her hands, she sees people as Titans, and she could’ve swore she’s seen something glow out of Ymir’s wounds that one time she just loses her head on this island but it’s also apart of her training to be a spy for the secret government org she was kinda forced to be apart of and I’m not saying that all these people in the org have powers but they do have a higher level of consciousness and mental well being (nothing like telekinesis though or anything like superhero like) and in order to reach this level, you have to overcome the challenges of your mind and stuff like that anyways I’m sorry this is soooo long omg sorry I talked abt this on my Twitter account and people were just being really gross and racist bc my oc was a woc and it was an oc fic and that’s why I switched to tumblr lol I needed an outlet to express my thoughts so but I think I may have bertholdt be a prisoner for the survey corps and they use him whenever they need him and than he’s sent back to his cell or I may have him go back to marley and have him and OC be enemies and make it a friends to lovers to enemies fic or I may have eren be captured by the warriors but he’s turned into a warrior kinda but I’m leaning towards the first option and the second option

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[nomenomens]

Nomen

Chapter XVIII - Avalanche

CW: none here, but please, consult the 'About Nomen' section for more informations

WC: around 2400 words

Previous Chapter : XVII - Against All Odds

Next Chapter : XIX - Wrecked

Masterlist

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March 30, Wednesday, 16:02 (present time)

The Survey Corps’s members were all displayed before me in a straight line attached to the gate of the villa where they were staying. I couldn’t read their expression and I had no idea about what to expect, so I just stood there, with Sebastian at my left and my dog, Ted, at my right. Ted sensed my nervousness and tried to get my attention by pushing his snout on my leg, I looked at him and leaned to pat him on his head to signal him to stay calm. I was nervous, he sensed that correctly, but I needed to concentrate. I moved my eyes locking the gaze with every single one of them before getting to the Commander’s one. Her band above the eye she lost in battle never once captured my attention more than the one she had left. In her look I saw something familiar and only now, when there was a possibility that it would be the last time we met, I realized who she reminded me of. I was about to break the silence but Hange spoke for me. 

“We thought a lot about what happened and valued our options and we all agreed on something: we won’t let Eren get in even more trouble in Marley by exposing him or going to search for him and rise suspicion. He was reckless and has successfully forced our hands into trusting him and…you.”

“That means…you’ll stay here?”

“Yes. We don’t have much of a choice to be honest, especially since he will write to you when he will sort things out.”

I felt relieved and terrified at the same moment. I had to force myself to stop from thanking them for staying: I was hoping they would stay but now I was realizing that I had no idea of what they could’ve asked of me. Maybe I hadn’t planned it through, but I wanted to help them and humanity and change some parts of that possible future I had read in their files. A smile instinctively appeared on my face and my free hand tried to cover it, a worthless attempt to appear less affected by their decision. I lowered my head, as a sign of courtesy and shyness altogether and replied back to the Commander. 

“Yes, I know. He put you in a tough spot. In any case, I had already told you that I’m also interested in giving you all the diplomatic or technologic help you’ll need and for that, you can contact Sebastian directly, he knows better than me what to do. I get that it won’t be easy to trust me so you won’t be forced to have any contact with me if it’s not necessary. You can stay for all the time you desire here, in the villa, but maybe I had already told you-“

“Yes, you did.”

The interruption of Captain Ackerman took me by surprise. I wasn’t thinking clearly and maybe he was trying to take me back on earth with that comment, an attempt to stop me from repeating things and making me look like a fool. No, probably he was just pointing out at how much unfitting I was as an ally, since I couldn’t even control my emotion while accepting their decision to stay. Maybe they were already regretting their decision or maybe I was just overthinking. I felt my knees tremble and suddenly my ears started burning and I immediately recognized that feeling: it was the same as when Tomoe reprimanded me when I was falling for him. But why now? Why with him? I bit the inside of my lower lip, realizing I had to go away before it could get worse.

“I’m sorry. Oh, I have horses! Sorry, that’s so random, but I read you like them, or maybe you don’t, you just had to use them outside the walls to survive. I apologize. Now it’s better for me to go back. You can ask Sebastian for…I told you this already. Sorry. I’ll go now.”

I turned my back to hide the blush spread all over my face. So fucking clumsy and what for? They were just people, why was I so scared of them? Why was I scared of disappointing them now that they’ve decided to actually stay? Why was I worrying that much all of a sudden? And again, why was I blushing like I used to do when I was falling with Tomoe? I could already hear Sebastian snickering when a voice, his voice, brought me back to reality, making my mental spinning stop. 

“Where?”

“…what?”

“I mean, where do you keep the horses?”

“Oh…near the airport there’s a stable, you can get there in ten minutes. The rest are in the woods, about half an hour from here. S-Sebastian can show you, if you’d l-like.”

“…thanks.”

That was unexpected. Captain Ackerman was really interested in horses and had even thanked me. We looked awkwardly towards each other for a few seconds, immersed in a weird and silent atmosphere that was later broken by him, when he turned and entered the gate with the rest of his squad. My stupid grin resurfaced and my cheeks turned even hotter and I brought my cold fingers to them, as to stop them from burning that much. But why was I burning that much? I looked over to Sebastian, unable to move away from my spot, as a silent request of help to lead me out from the impasse I was stuck in, so he came towards me and whispered to my ear. 

“See? You got them as you wished. Now you can help them as much as you want, feel useful and satisfy your conscience. Anyway, what was that clumsiness? It doesn’t suit you, a proper lady. I hope you can recollect yourself.”

“J-just follow them and don’t mind me.”

“As My Lady wishes. Ah, by the way, I’m slightly jealous they saw you blushing like that, I thought you would only show that to me.”

I widened up my eyes and looked at him in shock. Jealous? What sort of crap was that? And was it so obvious that I blushed? Not to mention the fact that now I was even more embarrassed by his comment and the allusions. In any case it was clear I had to go back home and regain control of my actions, so I spoke to him one last time before going back. 

“Seems like I’m weaker than you thought and I can show my vulnerability in front of others too, whether it’s wise or not it shouldn’t concern you. Speak with them and tomorrow you’ll refer to me. Also, there’s no need for you to come to my room tonight.”

I didn’t hear his response and walked away. My mind was still spinning around questions that didn’t seem to have a proper answer and two of them haunted me for all the rest of the day: why Sebastian recognized my blushing as something slightly different from normal embarrassment for my clumsiness before, and why did he care about that? But mostly: why did I stop to function as a proper rational human being whenever Captain Ackerman spoke or looked at me?

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She was exposing herself too much. So it was the little Captain who was on her mind lately? That could be fun to watch, as it seems like he’s not interested at all in her, or to everything else for that matter. Always so cold, so aloof, especially in front of me. The Captain and the other Ackerman girl were the only one who never showed their emotion, probably it was in their blood. It was clear they were all hurting and had been through a lot, but at least some of them tried a little better to enjoy themselves. Why was she attracted to him? Tomoe had a sharper tongue and was bolder and even if he never admitted it to her, he liked her from the start. Well, not since day one, but it was clear it wasn’t an ordinary master-familiar relationship for him since the minute I saw them the first time. To be fair, the Captain and Tomoe shared a similar aura, I guess in a way she had a type, but I wasn’t expecting to see her blushing like that now, with just a little exchange of words. Stupid little girl, did she really forget how much she had suffered the last time she fell in love? Why was she always looking for someone to love her if she was bound to die so early? I was aware my attentions towards her were shallow and she noticed that too, it was merely physical, but still, how could she still pursue something she won’t ever be able to enjoy? Human nature is still a mystery to me. In any case, I should tell Mizuki to stay with her tonight, since she’s so nervous she will surely have a nightmare and if she stops breathing again it will be a pain. I still have to have my ways with her.

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“Mizuki, what are you doing here? It’s almost midnight and my parents are sleeping, you can’t just knock at my window!”

“I’m sorry, Nanami-chan. I wanted to tell you that Eren left as soon as Finnian told Bard the squad’s decision. He wanted to thank you in person, but he also said you’ll meet again soon.”

“Well, I’m not so sure that’s a good news, but…at least he went away safely. Now go.”

“Sorry again, Nanami-chan, I have to stay in your room and watch you tonight. What if the squad actually wants to scam you and tries to kill you tonight?”

“…Mizuki.”

“What?”

“Be serious. You know they won’t do anything like that.”

“Still, someone told me you had a difficult day and so tonight you need a friend to stay with you.”

“You know what? I was about to say something mean about Sebastian coming to entertain me right now but, to be fair, I don’t want to see him tonight and you clearly know that already. I don’t care how you do, but it’s written all over your face that you’re here because you know I told him not to come here. Now enter before I change my mind. But remember to leave before dawn, I have to go to the university tomorrow morning.”

“I know, Nanami-chan.”

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March 31, Thursday, 7:23 (present time)

Having Mizuki stay over certainly helped. I didn’t remember if I had nightmares or anything, but having him by my side made me relax enough to fall asleep. I was really glad he came back into my life, even if it was selfish to keep him so close to me knowing about his feelings for me. I guess Sebastian is really turning me into a different, meaner person. 

“Cut me open and tell me what's inside,

diagnose me 'cause I can't keep wondering why,

and no, it's not a phase 'cause it happens all the time.

Start over, check again, now tell me what you find

'cause I'm going out of frequency.”

Probably is that same selfishness that made me decide to help Eren Jaeger instead of killing him now and postpone the issue for some years. That would’ve saved Sasha and Commander Hange for sure, but at what price? I would never taint my hands with his blood because I cared for him, I had learnt to do so since the moment I saw the files and I pitied him for that cruel fate, if “fate” was even an appropriate word. Did I just flush humanity’s best option away because I didn’t want to kill a complete stranger because I had read about his past and future? Did I just condemned Mikasa to kill his loved one because I was too coward? 

“It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under,

'cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck.”

I know it was my intention to prevent Eren’s final plan by convincing him to find an alternative route, but he was stubborn enough not to listen to reason and, instead of stopping him, I let him plant the first seeds of the Rumbling. I felt nauseous, disgusted by myself, guilty. The worst part is that I can’t even tell anything to anyone or…well, Tomoe died when I revealed the future to him, so I won’t risk saying the possible future anymore. And why was my father looking at me like that right now? I removed my earphones and decided to ask him since we still had to stay together for the rest of the drive towards the nearest metro’s station. 

“Pa’, what’s up? You should look at the road, not me.”

“I am looking at both. You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You…don’t seem happy, you seem sad.”

What was that? He never asked something like that out loud. He loved me and cared for me, but never once had made a remark so openly and straightforward. I scoffed, trying to sound convincing.

“I’m fine. Everything’s okay.”

“Mh. If you say so…”

Again, what was that? In any case I should maintain a more credible facade, I can’t make my parents worry for something I can’t explain. I’ll have to wear my best smile. I turned my face towards the window, trying to focus on the landscape at my right. The clear morning light was clouded by a slim remain of fog that lingered around the airport. The road we were on ran along the airport, it actually separated the airstrip from the lights that guided the departure or landing of the planes. 

“I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over

and I feel like I am treading on thin ice, and I'm going under.

I need a cure for me 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle,

give me a remedy 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world.”

I looked at those lights but suddenly I noticed a shapeless black form moving just beneath them. I blinked twice, trying to make sense of what I was seeing and then, as an instinctive response, my chest caved, letting a puff of air escape my parted lips. My cheeks flushed and my heart started beating fast, as it always happened when something unexpected happened. I forgot. Beneath those light there were the closest stables to the villa, it was only natural for him to go there and so early in the morning surely was the best time. As the car I was on with my father moved, and the perspective of the training field for the horses changed with the course of the road, I followed his every movement, never letting him out of my sight. 

“I need a cure for me 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle,

give me a remedy 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world,

'cause I'm going out of frequency,

can anyone respond?”

My heart was beating way too fast far my liking. I was clearly losing my mind for letting the sight of him affect me so much and so soon. But I had to admit: he was beautiful. I would’ve gladly spent the rest of the morning looking at his figure immersed in the cold light and stare at his concentrated face, but then the road separated us, and I lost track of him at the first curve. 

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Author's note: and so the blushing saga began! it's a trait I think really suits this type of feelings, when you don't want to say out loud you like someone who doesn't actually even see you. Anyway, we're getting close with the ending of this first "season" and I really care for the next few chapters, I hope you will too. For now, you can listen here below to this chapter's song and as always, thank you for reading!

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Is levi character pragmatic? If it's,can you give examples?

Hi there,

I would say Levi is pragmatic most of the time, yes. He's a very level headed person, and isn't given to fancy or naivety. He's also good at keeping a cool head in dire situations, not prone to panic at all. But I would also say that Levi can, at times, become very emotional and when that happens, he does sometimes succumb to those emotions, like when he takes his grief and anger out on Zeke after having to kill thirty of his own men, (though I'll always contend that Levi was justified in his feelings. Zeke got what he deserved). But, for example, during the Uprising arc, when Eren was captured, and Mikasa wanted to go after him right away, Levi held her back and told her and the others they had to regroup first and figure it out, or when Levi and his squad were trapped in the underground cavern, and it was coming down on them, Levi didn't panic or get angry, like the rest of his squad and start chastising Eren, he instead made a calm and measured request of Eren, and even expressed remorse at having to do so. Or, similar to the first example, when the female titan captured Eren, and Levi had to reel Mikasa's blind pursuit back in and approach the situation with more thought. I think when Levi's own life is in danger or on the line, or the lives of others are in danger and in need of help, he doesn't tend to lose it in any way, and keeps his cool, but when the lives of others are wasted, or lost without reason, I think that's when Levi tends to get upset and give into emotion, rather than pragmatism. People sometimes accuse Levi of being emotionless, but that's wrong. Levi isn't emotionless, he's just good at keeping his emotions in check under pressure. But you can see, when he does get emotional, that he actually has a deeper well of feeling underneath than basically anyone else. He cares the most, sometimes too much, and it's gotten him into trouble a few times.

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[starliis]

Hello! I was curious if you could write an angst fic in which Levi and the reader were held captive and Levi was tortured in front of the reader who was forced to witness (like he was suspended and chained up shirtless in front of her and beaten, and Levi did as much as he could to bear the pain in order to protect the reader, I love this theme (Hurt/Comfort) and I never read anything in Levi about it). During that time when Levi was on the verge of giving up, they professed their love for each other, which reawakened Levi's strength. Can they have a happy ending even though they both suffered? Levi deserved to be happy.

I apologize for the gruesome request; I was just thinking about it and wanted to read something like this, but it's alright if you decline.

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 | 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

— 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the false government decides to hire well-ranked military divisions to investigate and withdraw information from the scout legion’s highest ranking officers — leading to the capture and torture of both captain levi and squad leader [your name].

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: angst, gruesome, romance, violence, happy ending, mature | 16+

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: detailed description of gore and blood, brutal beating and discomfort, romantic aftermath, torture and chaos | not suitable for younger audience

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: levi ackerman x reader

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈; a battle against time.

Abruptly, you rose from a dreaded nightmare with a sickening feeling twisting in the pits of your stomach. Sweat trickled down the glow of your [tone]-skin as a fierce expression appears on that angelic face. With shoulders heaving with every pant, you attempted to re-adjust your blurred sight to the dimly lit room. Oddly enough, you found yourself scrambling for control, trying to understand the situation presented. In the midst of all the chaos, flickering images seemed to flash through the mind forcing you to remember all that has occurred.

It happened in the dead of night when all eerie grounds of the dungeon located below the center of a notorious nobleman’s home becomes a minefield of mischief, blood-lust, and anguish. In fact, the militia working beneath the false king, controlled this area and proceeded to murder targets that pose a threat to the throne. Death rate rose so uncontrollably high that the once fresh air is now soiled by the sickening scent of musky, metallic blood. Interestingly enough, nothing could be done to rid this royal branch of its rancid behavior. Anyone that attempted to stand between the throne and his majesty’s council were ultimately a target for extermination.

Upon the return of the scout legion, all members were to corporate and give up two cadets: Eren Jeager and Historia Reiss, the failure to do so resulted in war between the two functions. All members were arrested along with the commander for the alleged crime against humanity. Undoubtedly, those who remained took the only course of action left: to lay low and battle it out from the shadows. Of course, at the time this seemed easier said than done. With the entire world being pit against the corp, it seemed entirely impossible to bring justice and peace to the situation.

Unfortunately, things got worse when the enemy, captain of the anti-personnel control squad, managed to imprison both you and your captain using a unforeseen sneak attack. Now, you’re locked in heavy shackles like a rabid animal with bruises littering the bare skin of your once smooth arms.

Peering through the dimmed area, a sharp gasp falls from the crack of your dried lips. The sight presented is everything short of pretty; blood laid waste to cement paved ground, weapons stained with the flesh of beings were scattered about, and a retched stench plagues this cellular air. But, nothing was worse than witnessing humanity’s strongest soldier suspended, chained and drastically beaten to a bloody pulp — his fair skin looked bruised, with swollen features, a busted lip, and nose. Those luscious black tresses: soaked in sweat, and the silver gleam of his orbs held no emotion. Even his uniform is torn to shreds leaving him completely shirtless.

Levi.

Utterly speechless, an aching pain shoots straight through your beating heart at the scene.

“Captain," you call helplessly, praying that he was conscious enough to hear and formulate a response. “How’d we— who did this to you?”

The sound of your voice had been somewhat of an angelic call to him – so beautifully feminine and graciously calm, smooth even. As it echoed throughout the opened space, those piercing orbs wirily glanced towards your rope tied figure. Of all the years spent being a dedicated and trained soldier, this is the first time you’ve witnessed humanity’s strongest at his lowest, most gruesome, point. A rough gargle escapes his lips at the question, unable to speak through the immense pain: immediately his head falls low and limp once again.

“Shit,” you mutter in absolute disbelief. “Just hang in there, captain– I’m going to figure this out.”

With him being in this condition, you have no other choice but to take leadership and get him to a hospital. Another second spent down here can lead to disaster. Breathing heavily, you take a moment to glance around the room. Amongst the many other things littering the concrete ground, shards of glass are spread out to your right— how convenient. Wiggling against the constants of these brilliantly tied bondage ropes, you struggle to move close enough to grab at least one. Undoubtedly, trying to defy the odds will lead to the straining of your muscles and bruising of the skin.

Once successful, a rattling of, what sounds like, silver bells could be heard jingling from outside the dungeon doorway. What could that be? A set of keys, maybe? Though unsure of the sound, one thing is for certain: whoever brought you here must be on their way back to finish off the torturing process. Quickly, you move back into an upright position to conceal the large piece of glass. Hearing the familiar noise alerted your captain and with you being fully conscious again, it sent him into protection mode.

Finding the strength, he strains himself to speak in this deep and drastically unfamiliar tone, “Keep your head down and stay quiet. I’ll handle this.”

“But--,”

“But nothing,” he gruffly barks out: shooting you the coldest stare he could muster. “That’s an order.”

A loud creaking of the old barrier door alerted you of incoming company, footsteps stumbled down the stairs with haste. Entering the dimly lit area, a man snaps on some elastic gloves with the intent of using them to prevent blood from touching his alabaster skin. Despite that, a crooked smirk reveals the disgusting yellow hue of his teeth. Not to mention the sadistic gleam that flashes through his eyes. He doesn’t speak a word, at first. Merely allowing the harsh clinking of those construction boots to do most of the talking. Instead, he goes to a corner table and retrieves a heavy whip. Flicking it against the ground a couple times before turning to face you.

“It’s about time you woke up; was starting to think you died or something,” his disgustingly deep voice speaks out softly.

Keeping quiet, you stick to watching every movement of his carefully. While expertly cutting through the binding holding your wrist hostage. Unknowingly to him, of course.

“Refusing to talk to me, huh? Must be the scout specialty,” the man speaks, voice stern and monotone; definitely a retired thug. Anyway, he decides to turn towards the captain — who, mind you, is already on the verge of passing out — and walks closer to him, “How about you, Ackerman? Ready to tell me what you know?”

Levi doesn’t respond verbally, instead opens his mouth by a inch and spits blood at the man’s feet.

“That’s too bad,” the mercenary responds with a tired sigh. The sadistic gleam that flashes through his eyes this time, startles you: it’s so malicious. Both of your lives have somehow fallen into the dirtied hands of a psychopath. Holding a whip, he walks forth and starts to lash it against Levi’s bare chest. Every lick made you wince and cry out in pure anguish. Not a sound falls from his lips, he takes the pain with ease and never allows any emotion to show.

A long, shaky breath left those plump lips of yours, before swift tears fell from the corners of your eyes, running down your cheeks like waterfalls. Why is he just sitting back and allowing this to happen? The man you know and love more than life itself would never allow himself to be violated and broken. It’s like watching apart of yourself be destroyed.

Not being able to bare it any longer, you scream out a different offer. One to spare him.

“E-enough — stop hurting him, please,” you exclaimed, prepared to die at the expense of not only protecting the scout legion secrets but to save its strongest soldier. “Beat me instead.”

A rough gargle escapes Levi’s lips at the idiotic suggestion; those piercing orbs wirily glared towards both you and the mercenary. Only a few words could be heard clearly.

"Idiot," he growls in utter anguish, the statement being directed towards you. "Don’t interfere."

As if the world isn't cruel enough.

“So what? Want me to sit here and watch him tear you apart? The hell is wrong with you? Something like this shouldn’t even be happening,” you retaliate against his quip, not understanding why he is refusing to allow you to speak up. “The captain I know is unbreakable; one of the many reasons your team admires you — the main reason I joined the scouts. So if you wanna give up on yourself, fine! But me? I‘ll never stop fighting for you!”

By now, your face is drenched in salty tears, teeth clenched in determination.

Placing the whip to the ground, the man chuckles lightly as he crosses his arms. He walks over: getting as close as humanly possible. The foul odor of his fish-rotten breath fanned into your flared nostrils. Disgusted by him, you turn away as he begins to speak once again. This time boasting about the fun he's having toturing some of the greatest soldiers to grace this land.

"Isn’t that cute, Levi? She cares about you,” he laughs hysterically, shaking his head in disbelief. By now, he's done gripped the chin of your face and streaked his dirty fingers upon it. “Wanna know why you haven’t a scratch on your body? It’s because the good captain begged me not to. That is, as long as he takes your punishments."

Those words were all you needed to hear before everything finally snapped; the rope, and your anger. Slamming your head against his, he gargled and fell backwards. Taking this opportunity, you removed the loosened bondage before charging at him head-on. 

     The steady vibration of his first step put him in the perfect position for you to use defense. Moving forth, you grabbed his incoming arm and landed a swift punch to the cheek. This knocked the bastard right on his ass, he was conscious but almost out cold. His head collided with the concrete, blocking his vision and making him go limp. Removing a strand of loose hair, you kneel at the man’s side and hurriedly searched through his clothing for a set of keys. Pocket after pocket, nothing turned up. Until, the belt gleamed. Grabbing them, you rushed to your captain — his appearance has shattered the linger collection of your remaining heart. All of this is your fault: his face, body, and mind is hurting.

Unlocking the shackles, he helplessly falls into your arms. Buckling under the sudden weight, you found yourself sobbing into his shoulder and lightly embracing him.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp out.

Levi finds enough strength to draw a hand and place it upon the crown of your head -- he feathered his fingers through the tresses, “Chin up kid --  you did good."

After that statement leaves his lips, he pushes your body out of the way. An incoming attack prompts his fighting spirit and re-ignites that shimmering gleam. The mercenary awakens once again and attempts to strike. However, he didn't anticipate everything that came next — it took three seconds to get the boy falling flat to the ground. A simple knee to the gut, plus a firm overhead flip on the shoulder got him to shut his mouth without any room for retaliation. Releasing a shallow breath, Levi grabs his arm and twist it so hard it snaps. The thug is no longer laughing, instead crying in pain.

All you could do was watch as the captain got his revenge— as scary as it seemed, it was necessary for the retaliation.

Mildly hushed clicks of a slow-moving clock indicated that dawn is only a millimeter away from opening the horizon — and while waiting, a bristling breeze tussles through the cracked window, bringing in such a delicate warmth. Gentle chirps of lively creatures, known as birds, flourished through the unseen area like smooth silk: every melody purged through the air like a conspicuous orchestra.

     Sometimes early mornings, like this, can be undoubtedly painful; the battle scars, opened wounds, scrapes, and burns never seemed to heal fast enough. These days, medication is hard to obtain without proper paperwork, not like they've ever given much respect to hardworking soldiers of the scout regiment. Sighing softly, you pushed aside those unforgiving thoughts and laid at the bedside of your captain. Out of genuine concern, you have been visiting the medical center alongside others to overview the examination for surgical stitching and procedures — making sure Levi receives the best treatment plan from healthcare providers. It’s the least you could do after everything he has done for you in the past few weeks.

While waiting, you found yourself pouring two pristine cups of steaming hot tea. Grabbing one, you sigh softly and take a nice sip. Basking against the warmth and comfort of the emerging sun, you opened the curtains fully and watched as the horizon gleamed with merging colors. Though littered in giant beast, this land truly is beautiful.

Near the bedside, shuffling from beneath the comforter, startles you. Turning to the side, you peer at the figure laying beneath the comforter. After a day of being rendered unconscious, the captain wakes up slowly; his dull silver eyes finally building some color. Placing the cup down, you quietly walk to his side — carrying the small tray of food, some pain meds, and his personal mug.

     "G'morning," the gentle tone of your voice smoothly hits the naked ear. "You're looking better. How are you feeling?"

Slowly, but surely, he finds the strength to actually sit up: being covered in bandages from the neck down gave such a painful vibe. Staring at the tray before him; he speaks, “Like shit.”

“You should eat then. I— uh, made your favorite: black tea with a hint of sweetener and honey,” you respond to his usually quiet quip, the faintest of smiles forming. After all this trauma, he hasn’t changed.

A soft sigh leaves his lips at that statement, very airy and tender, “You remembered that?”

Embarrassment crept up those plush, heat-filled cheeks of yours. Despite relaying the obvious, it is still awkward to say aloud. Still, the stoic captain decided to favor you and disregard the statement to prevent further humiliation. Instead, he released a short hum and moved to grasp the said cup. Pausing all movements, he winced and touched his bandaged side. A sharpened pain drifted from the under arm to the lower section of his back. Grunting lightly, he made no effort to try again.

Sitting on the corner of the bed, you pick up the cup and bring it to his lips: offering a taste. Those gorgeous onyx orbs of his stared deeply into your beautiful pair of [color] eyes before they drifted towards the dark abyss of his special tea. Pondering for a moment, he finally decides to take a gentle sip.

     "I wanted to thank you for what you did for me back in the dungeons," you say shortly after, putting everything back on the tray with ease. "I owe you my life, seriously.”

Another very soft grunt leaves his lips at the statement, “Tch— the hell is with you today? You’re acting weird and I don’t like it.”

“This coming from the man that took a extra beating so that I wouldn’t have to,” you replied sarcastically, laughing at the irony of the situation. “Would it kill you to accept my appreciation?”

Clicking his tongue once again, he looks away, “It’s not like I did anything spectacular— we couldn’t afford to lose one of our most valuable soldiers on the field, so I made a judgement call.”

“A judgement call that could’ve gotten you, humanity’s strongest, killed— me being valuable has nothing to do with it. Plus, I can handle myself.”

“That’s exactly what a idiot would say. You don’t want these problems, kid. Trust me,” he responds, tenderly messages the sore and aching muscle of his bruised and slowly healing wounds.

     "I just hate knowing you’re in here because of me,” A soft laugh leaves your lips at his words, very stoic and rash of him. “I’m going to make it up to you, okay? We can go to that café I’ve been talking about — uh, when you’re released from the hospital that is.”

“You can never leave well enough alone, can you?” He hummed, eyeing you intently.

A sly smile rises upon your cheeks at his question, “Never.”

“Guess I have no choice then— it’ll be my treat,” he responds, finding himself enjoying your presence and laying back down on the bedding.

“But—,” you begin to protest, instantly getting cut off by his harsh glare.

“But nothing — that’s an order.”

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