#it's basically the same thing but from levi's pov this time!

[levmada]

hello! how r u doing?

can u write something angsty with either no comfort or comfort at the end (whatever u want). basically, reader has been having a pretty shitty week and has been working nonstop, and is the type to not about what's bothering them until they can't contain it anymore or they're calm enough to talk about it because they know they can get snappy and say some very sharp words that can be very hurtful. levi of course knows that, because he is our observant pookie, and leaves the reader alone, just acts normal. one night, let's say levi maybe says something snarky or whatever, that the reader has been some pretty bad attitude which is unlike them, and usually reader wouldn't take his words seriously and know that he's perhaps trying to help them open up. this time, it doesn't go the wau it's supposed to, and reader just fully snaps at levi and say some very harsh, petty and hurtful words to him. the rest is up to u!

and thank u btw, i love ur content❤️

yes, yes i can. ty for such a detailed rq :) this became angstier than intended😭but it's ok bc it was 10x more painful to write being mean to levi.

reader/us also has a distinct personality kind of built off the way you described, so i hope it's what you expect😅

➥ pairing: Levi x gn!reader

➥ c/w: college!au, Levi pov, Levi not realizing he has trauma for 1400 words, apologizing, selective mutism...?, heavy hurt and some comfort

➥ wc: 1.4k

If ever he ranked cleaning activities in his mind (which he has), organizing isn’t very high, but it doesn’t occur to him not to help you out with the little things when your week has been poisoned with the dual evils, shitty and exhausting.

Ever since you got back from class, you’ve sat there at your desk. He’s kept you in the corner of his eye, and that same scowl from an hour ago is still there, illuminated by the light of your laptop. You’ve paid it more attention than to anything else—which is not at all, even to your basic needs. 

It’s best to give you space when that look is on your face, and has and will continue to, but not when it comes to eating and-or sleeping. Other than that, he’s content in the background. Whatever he does to help out, you always notice, and tell him thank you with a weak smile, but not today—today when you look particularly like you’re at your wit’s end.

When he finished organizing the apartment (including the fridge), he bypassed your desk and sat on his computer playing solitaire for a solid half-hour. Inevitably, he gets bored, and he’s giving you as much time as he’s willing to before he drags you out to eat something.

Unsatisfied without the job completely done, he rolls up his sleeves and starts at the end of your desk by emptying your pencil sharpener, making a face at how full it is.

To his satisfaction, your focus hardly wanes. Which is good, but he knows how you like everything anyway. With an undistinguishable but distinct fondness, he notes your quirks; even the way you hold your pen melds with your existence in his mind. 

Or no, maybe that’s wrong. You’re a part of him; not a visitor, or even a resident, of his heart and mind.

“Levi, I need those pencils; leave them there.”

You’re referring to the plastic tin of a few colored pencils in his hand, which sat near the middle beside your computer. He looks at you, but you’re definitely serious about it, so he sets it back down.

“If you say so.”

You say nothing and go back to your work. Skipping the tin (which he wants to wash because of all the gross graphite smears and shavings at the bottom), he takes the pencil case beside that, and pops it open. An eraser found its way into a sea of colored pencils somehow somehow, as well as crayons—probably Hange. Not too long ago you had them over working on a class project. He starts picking out these imposters.

“Levi,” you huff, your expression severe as you look daggers at him. “Just leave it alone.”

“Tch, you’re kidding. You’d rather I waste my time sorting the bookshelf in reverse alphabetical order instead? That’s stupid, so why?”

He always gets ‘Are you okay?’ wrong, but this time you turn towards him with your fist tightly curled over your notebook. He doesn’t look startled, but he barely catches the beginning of your revile.

“Stop messing around!—I just told you to stop fucking with it, so quit being a fucking idiot and get out of my space!! This is so stupid, do you not see I’m busy!? ‘Cuz you clearly can’t listen!”

Ironically the angrier you sound, the less emotion shows on his face. Only at the end—you already look guilty—amidst silence like a bomb’s fallout, he wears the scowl of a frightened animal.

He waits until your lips start moving to turn around and leave. 

At the door, he stops again with his hand clutching the knob, and glares at you over his shoulder. When your lips go to form his name, he slams it harder than necessary.

This is so stupid.

That was far from the first time someone has yelled at him in his life, and besides, is getting yelled at not an experience absolutely everyone’s had?

Even so, he can’t seem to make himself do fuck-all besides quietly sit, sit in your dark kitchen at the dining table, his legs folded to his chest. He feels like a gargoyle—odd, ancient, and unthinking. 

Maybe he just never expected you would ever lose your temper, which is naive of him.

He doesn’t know what to do, until, your voice speaking softly makes him bolt up straight. 

“I’m sorry, can I turn this on…?” you ask softly.

For now, your profile is merely a black shadow in the doorway, with your back illuminated by the one in the tiny hall. The switch you’re gesturing to would light up above the oven, rather than the whole room.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. But it’s not a no. 

Despite the nature of turning on a light, it feels so slow.

He must’ve sat a while, because he even cringes, blinking feverishly. Before his vision even adjusts, the guilt etched into your expression is almost painful for him to look at, like a cavernous gorge shoveled into the earth miles wide and deep. You’re holding something to your chest.

“I’m so sorry for snapping like that. You didn’t do anything wrong at all. I’m so sorry, Levi. I’m never, ever too busy—fuck, I was frustrated and I never should take it out on you, not in any way, ever. I’m the one who’s an idiot.”

As you speak, you come until you’re by the table, standing like a magnet constantly being repelled from it. 

Then you set what you were holding down in front of him—one, an expensive piece of paper (the kind that bends, not tears) with a drawing of some sort he doesn’t want to look at right now, and a rice cake wrapped in clingy wrap. 

His favorite. 

“I’m so so sorry,” you continue apologizing profusely. At this point your eyes are wet, but they keep darting away, with your nails surely leaving half-moon-shaped indents in your knuckles. You pray very quietly, “I’ll do anything ‘cuz you’re everything.”

Wide-eyed, he can’t seem to respond except for a raw sound in his throat after you say that. An instinct seems primal, as much as pumping blood is, that if he says anything, the likelihood that you’ll leave him will increase an unknown amount. 

Normally he’s so calm under pressure, and he didn’t say anything before either—you’ll get the wrong idea. The best thing he can think of is to robotically slide the offerings closer.

You’re still trying not to cry when you go. 

He stays there, just as he was, for another little while. He’s not really feeling anything, but at the same time, he’s running out of breath from the effort to calm down. 

Ugh…

The way you clearly felt is probably what you get, but he doesn’t want that for you anyway. Even if you did mean any of it.

But you didn’t.

It’s midnight or so—too early for Levi to usually be asleep but very late for him to be coming to bed—when he taps the bedroom door open with a few fingers and slinks inside. To prevent from waking you up, he did most of his business in the bathroom in the dark. 

It now helps him make out the shape of you under the covers on your side of the bed. He comes like a wraith, so much that he’s near-silent crawling into bed beside you, and using the edge of the covers to slip under.

Your back is in front of him. He wants to make sure you know it’s okay… but he doesn’t know how. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead right between your shoulder blades and the thin material of your tank top, the only place you’re touching. You’re warm, you smell good. 

By the slight hitch in your breathing then, you know he’s here. 

After a while, he brings his hand up to your waist, or rather a bit before it. It’s not long before you gently rest your fingers on top of his. He lets them slot in-between.

His eyes are heavy. He doesn’t bother opening them as he reaches around, bringing you his way, with your head nestled in his chest. That’s the only time you make a move, since he made it clear it’s okay for you to.

He holds you tightly and breathes you in. You both relax.

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[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Leviathan's, Satan's & Asmodeus's reaction to: Mc & the strange noise.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Imagine Mc is up late at night doing whatever. Mc hears a really strange noise, so they pull out their D.D.D and text the HoL group chat. "Hey did you guys hear that noise??" Mc waits a few minutes after hearing the noise a second time, Mc decides to message the group chat again. "Helllloooo?? Guys??" Mc sits in their room anxiously waiting for at least one of the brothers to respond. Why were they not responding? What could the noise be? What if its something bad? The longer Mc waits the more anxious Mc gets. When Mc hears the noise for a third time they decide they'll deal with the noise themselves. Mc sends one last message to the group chat "Fine ignore me, I'll go check out the noise myself." With the message sent Mc goes to leave their room. With an uneasy feeling Mc decides they need a weapon, they either grab one or decide to get one along the way. The brothers arent answering better safe than sorry right? Mc finally heads out into the dark hallways of HoL, in search of finding the source of the noise. What will happen next??

Leviathan

Mc was up late playing some game on their D.D.D. Levi refused to play the game with Mc so Mc refused to hang out with him. Its a cringe game Mc, give the mans a break. Mc found it odd that Levi didn't respond in the group chat, hes always on his phone and he's usually up late, it makes Mc uneasy that he of all people didn't respond in the chat. With a glance around their room Mc decides the only weapon they have is their manga. Mc walks over to their desk where there's piles of manga strewn across the desk. Mc picks up a manga and then decides it wouldnt be sturdy enough, so Mc grabs three and stacks them together so it would have more force. Mc leaves all the other mangas strewn across their desk like normal. Finally with their manga weapon in one hand and their D.D.D in the other Mc ventures out into the dark hallway, determined to figure out what the noise was.

The noise sounded like it came from the bathroom. The everyone bathroom not the just Asmo one. Using their D.D.D's flashlight Mc heads towards the bathroom. Their heart pounds in their chest and Mc tries to keep their footsteps silent. The closer to the bathroom they get the more sounds MC hears. It sounds like a bunch of crashing. Mc furrows her eyebrows in confusion but continues to venture forth nonetheless. As Mc approaches the bathroom they can see that the bathroom doors cracked open and there's a light coming from the inside. Mc clutches the mangas they had brought as a weapon tightly, taking a few more steps they arrive at the bathroom door. With a deep breath and their weapon on the ready Mc opens the bathroom door to see.... ..Satan..? ...And a muddy cat...? Satan appears to be trying to give the muddy cat a bath, but the cat seems to be fighting back intensely. The cat has knocked over all kinds of things in the bathroom, so the bathroom was a mess & there was mud everywhere due to the cat being muddy. Satan had visable scratch wounds that were bleeding, but was still trying to coax the muddy cat into the bath. Mc shook their head and silently left the bathroom they didn't want to have to get involved in that. Mc chuckles to themselves as they head back towards their room, still using their D.D.D as light. What were they even scared of? Nothing bad happened!

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Leviathan's POV) Levi had been up watching anime, he whipped around to talk to Mc about something that happened in the anime just to realize they weren't in his room. ..That's right.. I didn't want to play that game and they said they wouldn't hang out with me then. Sad Levi. Levi sighs and pauses the anime. Everythings more fun with Mc. Levi decides he'll play the game just to hang out with Mc, but when he goes to text Mc he sees the messages they sent the group chat. Levi's immediately freaking out with worry. What noise?!?! Mc went alone?!??!?! What if something happens to them?!?!?!? Levi is not a hero, but he wont let his Henry Mc do this alone!! Levi nervously leaves his room. Its dark and it takes his eyes long to adjust even tho he's a demon because mans stares at a computer all day but he knows the house layout so he heads towards Mc's room. Levi's heart slams against his chest and he anxiously plays with his hands. Hes scared okay?!? What if something happened to Mc?!?!?

Levi finally reaches Mc's room, he notices their door is open and gets even more worried. "M-Mc?!?! Y-You in there??!?" Levi peaks his head into Mc's room, the only light on in their room is a lamp at their desk. Levi slowly walks into Mc's room nervously calling out for them, even though their obviously not in their room. Levi walks over to Mc's desk and sees all the mangas strewn out across it. See what i did there. I brought it back bby. Levi being Levi, gets distracted and picks up one of Mc's mangas, and begins to read the cover.

(Back to Mc's POV!) Mc walks back to their room, satisfied that they found out what the noise was. When they go to enter their room they see Levi, reading one of their mangas. Deciding to have some fun, Mc quietly walks back out of their room. Mc silently closes their door, not all the way just mostly. Then MC bursts through their door yelling 'This is the police you're under arrest!!!' What Mc did not expect was for Levi to throw their manga at them out of fright. The manga hits them in their face causing them to stumble a little. Mc wastes no time yeeting throwing one of the mangas they had been carrying as a weapon at Levi in retaliation, it hits Levi in the chest. "Ah!!! Mc!!! I'm so sor-!!! Did you just-?!? I-!! I threw mine on accident!!!" Levi seems incredibly upset by Mc's retaliation. Even after Mc apologizes Levi still seems to sulk. Mc decides to make it up to him by doing whatever he wants! Levi seems to cheer up a little, Levi drags Mc to his room with them. "I was watching this anime and I think you'll love it Mc!! It's called: My best friend died and became a ghost! Now we solve ghost crime together! The plot is so good and the characters are perfect! I really like it so far!" Levi makes Mc sit down and begins to set up for their anime marathon. Once everything was set up, Levi sat down next to Mc and started the first episode of the anime. Mc lays their head on Levi's shoulder and yawns quietly. Mc watches the first few episodes with Levi before they accidently fell asleep. Levi had said sonething about the anime and turned to see why Mc didn't respond. Noticing they were asleep Levi pouted. "You could have told me you were sleepy... I would have waited to watch the anime with you." Levi sighs and turns the anime off, he wasn't tired so he played games on his D.D.D until he eventually falls asleep with his head resting on Mc's head.

Satan

Mc was been reading a new book and had lost track of time when they heard the noise. Looking around their room they decide the only weapon they have is the book they were reading. Mc walks out into the dark hallway holding their D.D.D in one hand and the book in the other. Mc uses the flashlight of their D.D.D to glance around, when they dont see anything suspicous they head towards where they heard the sound come from, which happened to be the library. Mc thought it might be one of the cats Satan brings home frequently, they sometimes wind up getting out of his room. Mc felt a little at ease knowing it might be an adorable cat instead of something scary.

As Mc walks towards the library they can't help but feel anxious. What if it was actually something bad and not a cat? What would happen then? Mc tried to be brave, taking deep breaths they slowly approached the library. The library light was on and shining out of the room, illuminating the dark hallway. Mc instinctively turns off their D.D.D's flashlight and tucks their D.D.D into their pocket, leaving only their book for a weapon in their hands. Mc told themselves that someone must be in the library for the lights to be on.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Satan's POV) Satan was being Satan. He had been reading a book since dinner and he was completely engrossed in it. It wasnt until he finished his book and wanted to tell Mc about it that he picked up his D.D.D, when he sees the messages MC put in the group chat his eyebrows immediately furrow. He sets his now finished book to the side and gets out of his comfy spot with a stretch. Almost like a cat. Satan immediately leaves his room in search of Mc. Whatever the noise is could be dangerous, and he couldn't have Mc getting hurt. Satan walks down the dark halls of the house, even though his steps are determined and quick they are still somehow silent. Satan can hear what he assumes to be Mc's footsteps, Satan begins to head in the direction of the footsteps, determined to make sure Mc was safe.

As Satan follows the sound of the footsteps it brings him in the direction of the library, a path he knows well. Satan can't help feeling confused but he continues anyways, when he approaches the library he can see the lights on, but he can also see a figure in the dark. Upon closer inspection he can tell its Mc, Satan suddenly feels like he should announce his presence to Mc. What if Mc thought that Satan was in the library because the light was on, what if something bad was in the library? Satan steps forward and places a gentle hand on Mc's shoulder... ..Just for Mc to let out a screech in fear, Satan watches Mc whip around, for a split second thanks to the library light shining in the hallway Satan can see Mc's eyes are closed in fear, but hes quickly snapped to the pain he feels as Mc hits him full force with a book in their hand. Satan stumbles back in shock and pain, almost feeling breathless, he expected to feel wrath but instead he feels proud, he didn't expect his human to be so strong. He's quickly snapped out of his thoughts as Mc starts profusely apologizing. Satan smiles at Mc reassuringly- "You have nothing to apologize for my dear, I should have made you aware of my presence before touching you" when Satan finishes talking, a strange noise comes from the library again.

(Mc's POV again!) Mc turns towards the library door, clutching their book of a weapon against their chest. Satan moves past Mc, basically pushing them behind him, they both peak their heads into the library to see..... ..a random hellfire pigeon?? I dont know just go with it man. The hellfire pigeon was freaking out flying all around the library. The occasional sounds was it crashing into something during its panic. One of the library windows seems to have been left open, presumably the birds entry point. Mc and Satan both seem shocked, but they both hurried into the library in hopes of helping the scared bird. They both quickly opened all the windows in the library, so the bird could ecape. Then they got out of the way and tried to coax the hellfire pigeon towards one of the open windows. It took a good amount of time probs like 15-30 minutes but eventually they both helped the pigeon get out of the library. They both sigh in relief before they close all the library windows, didn't need that happening again. Mc and Satan both exchange a smile, happy they helped the bird.

Satan had a teasing smile on his face as he asked Mc- "Would you like to tell me about the book you hit me with?" Mc smiles at Satan, playfully hitting him with their book again, this time it was like a light tap, no where near as bad when Mc hit him out of fear. Satan gently nudges Mc in retaliation, they both exchange another smile before heading off to Satan's room to talk about the book. The playful banter between the two continued on long into the night, light teasing or light hitting or pushing, nothing ever harmful just play fighting. Eventually, after lots book talk and play fighting, the two settle down and Mc rests their head on Satan's chest as he reads to them. Satan has one arm wrapped around Mc, holding the book with both hands, like a pro Satan reads out loud until Mc is lulled into sleep by his comforting voice. Satan sets the book aside he's actually already read it, Satan turns off the lamp right beside his bed, that he had been using as a light source to read. Satan adjusts his body slowly and gently, trying to not wake Mc as he gets in a more comfortable sleeping position. Once Satan's comfortable he wraps his arms around Mc and cuddles close to them. Satan whispers a quiet goodnigit and kisses Mc's forehead. Satan then lets himself drift to sleep, knowing Mc is safe & sound.

Asmodeus

Mc had been up late studying hard for an upcoming test. Mc knew Asmo said beauty rest was a must but Mc had to pass this test or they'd have to deal with Lucifer's long lectures, if loosing beauty sleep meant avoiding the dreaded lectures it would be worth the eye bags. When the noise happened and Mc texted the group chat they weren't suprised Asmo didn't answer. If Asmo wasn't out partying or doing his long skin routine, then he'd be sleeping this late at night. Mc found it odd that none of the other brothers besides Belphie answered. Mc looked around their room and decided that they didn't have any weapons in their room. So with their D.D.D as their flashlight Mc ventured into the dark hallway unarmed in search of the strange noise.

The noise sounded like it came from the living room. Mc felt a little uneasy but they started walking towards the living room anyways. Each step Mc took echoed throughout the quiet hallway, their D.D.D's flashlight only illuminated a small amount of the dark hallway. Mc tried to stay calm, it was probably nothing right? As Mc approached the living room they noticed the light was off, that made Mc's heart slam against their chest. If the light would've been on then it could have been one of the brothers. What did- what's in there makes sound??!?! Mc takes a deep breath trying to calm down. They came all this way they might as well find out what the noise was, Mc walks into the dark living room, only illuminated by their D.D.D's flashlight, Mc glances around quickly before turning on the living room light. With the light on Mc can see better than with their flashlight, they immediately notice a cat, presumably one Satan brought home. The cat rests on top of a shelf in the living room. Some of the items that had been on the shelf were locked down and the cat lays comfortably where the items used to be. Before Mc can even react, a hand touches Mc, Mc being on edge and being motivated by adrenaline, whips around and slaps the person touching them. They didn't care where they slapped, they just where reacting out of panic.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Asmodeus's POV) Asmo had been up late doing his skin care routine, he was trying a new product so it was taking him longer than usual. When he finally finished doing his routine he checked his phone just to see the messages Mc sent in the group chat. A noise?? It was probably nothing! But Mc was a damsel in distress that needed saving!! Hero's get rewards after all~ Asmo slowly left his room heading out into the dark hallway, in search for Mc. When Asmo heard Mc's footsteps he smiled and started following them, excited to be Mc's hero. Asmo walked quickly, but his footsteps where still somehow silent, especially compared to how loud Mc's footsteps were. Mc's footsteps eventually came to a stop and Asmo assumed by the path he was taking that Mc stopped around the living room. When Asmo walks to the living room he can see Mc's flashlight shining around. Asmo giggles happily but quietly. "Found you little lamb~" Asmo whispers before reaching out and trying to grab Mc's arm, but as soon as he touches Mc, Mc whips around and ... Slaps him?!?!?! The most beautiful creature in Devildom slapped?!?!?!??! ....oh wait... "Mc, hon if you wanted to spice things up you could've just said~" Asmo has no shame.

(Back to Mc's POV?) Mc tries to explain that it was an accident but Asmo was Asmo- "you don't have to make excuses hon, I know im irresistible :)" Mc eventually has to give up and just shake their head with a smile. Asmo will drag Mc to his room, telling them that he needs compensation for them slapping him. If Mc doesn't want to do anything to crazy then he will gladly accept cuddles and kisses. Asmo is more than happy to accept the role 'damsel in distress' he's dramatic and he loves attention, so the next time theres danger Mc better come save him. Mc had to stay up snuggling and kissing Asmo until he fell asleep, then Mc was finally allowed to drift off into their own slumber. But before they drifted off to sleep, Mc mumbled one more apology to Asmo, before snuggling closer to him.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! I'm doing Beel and Belphie next. Im still on the fence on doing the other characters reactions, so let me know if you want to see their rections! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy. ‹𝟹

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[amor-immortalem]

Hi hi. Do you think you can do a reaction of the brothers to your "Touch" story? Can we get their pov's to them finding out MC forced the pact on Mammon? If you can't do all the brothers maybe Lucifer and the twins? I really loved the story and now I just wish all the brothers, not only Mammon would be cautious of MC because that was a big asshole move 🤬

Hello hello! Absolutely!

The rest of the brothers react to MC enforcing the pact on Mammon so they could touch his markings.

Lucifer

The second of the brothers that finds out. Asmo ratted them out.

When he does find out, MC’s done. Done on the exchange program, done with their subscription to life, just done in general. If you thought Lucifer was willing to kill MC over his and his brothers’ grimoire, he’s even more willing to do so over this.

He can’t have them in his house anymore- not after finding out about what they did to his favorite little brother.

Once he gets a hold of himself though, Lucifer meets with Diavolo at the earliest chance and has MC terminated from the program. Like effective immediately, MC gets pulled from class and shipped off back home- he’ll pack their things for them and send them back.

Levi

Last to find out and he’s horrified™️

He feels so betrayed by them despite MC not ever having done anything to him. He may not be Mammon’s biggest fan but that’s still his brother and they just-

Immediately finds a way to get MC blacklisted from the games they play as revenge. Messages the devs of those games telling them MC’s a predator + plus a whole lot of other slanderous things. defamation lawsuits probably exist in the Devildom but I doubt any demon lawyer would be dumb enough to sue any of the Avatars

Satan

Finds out from asmo

He could not be any more angry that MC choose to misuse the pact in that way. He wouldn’t have pegged them as that type of person.

The HOL was almost leveled

Requests to break his pact with them once he calms down a little bit. He doesn’t know if he can trust them with it after what they did to Mammon and at this point the risk is far too high for him to feel comfortable having a pact with them.

Asmo

The first brother to find out.

Ever since MC confided in him that they had feelings for Mammon he kept checking in on them to see how things were progressing.

That was until they had told him one day that they had royally screwed up and that their feelings would be one sided forever.

Immediately Asmo’s interest is piqued so he asks what they mean and they reveal that they enforced the pact and overstepped Mammon’s boundaries.

When I tell you this demon’s jaw dropped i mean it was basically on the floor. How could MC-

Tells them to leave immediately. He has something he has to go do right now.

That’s when he goes to tell Lucifer

Beel

He and Belphie find out at the same time during Satan’s rage session after he finds out.

he’s heart broken. Beel sees MC like family how could they betray them like this

Does not want to continue to have a pact with them anymore. Will never see them the same again.

Feels horrible for Mammon- he knows how painful his brothers marks are because he was the one who helped Lucifer cut the molten gold out of Mammon’s skin after they fell.

Protective!Beel activate! Straight up acts like Mammon’s bodyguard up until MC gets sent back to the human world. He won’t let them have a chance to hurt his big brother ever again.

Belphie

He wishes they would’ve stayed dead when he killed them up in the attic.

They couldn’t possibly be Lilith’s descendant and still act like this because Lilith would never-

If he had any interest in MC before this, it’s dead now. How could he care about someone who would enforce the pact to get whatever they wanted?

He’ll send MC nightmares through the pact if he can find a way to do it, maybe partially injecting his own war flashbacks into their dreams so they’ll suffer.

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[lucysarah-c]

Okay okay

I like your opinions really but

To me really if someone cheated on me that is it , that ends the relationship , I mean what Erwin expect ? They coudle? . I really hated how Erwin treated her before even the incident. He was manipulating here, it's like she is always here and listen to me and love me , I don't need to do anything for her .

I don't know I think Erwin should really know that the moment he kissed Marie he ended his relationship with twiggy . What happened with levi , I'm not saying that's right, it's wrong but for a whole different reason, they shouldn't rush that's all , she was hurt . Not because that's cheating really , you know friends? I don't know if you know it but in this show Rachel and ross were the main couple and they had a break from their relationship , so Ross get drunk and sleep with someone else. Is it wrong? Yep ? Did he cheat? No , he didn't . The same here it wasn't cheating simply, it wasn't right

So nana ,I personally loved nifa more , nothing against nana it's just she shouldn't really judge people , friends protect eachother yeah but they support eachother. I think she wasn't that fair towards her or levi really but my favourite friend is linda , she is Queen she THE QUEEN

And twiggy okkay I agree with everything you said but I go easier on her cuz she's just young, and she is trying too much to make people acknowledge her , she is sad but I can really relate

Erwin, I don't know he is Cool but I like seeing people like him suffering, am i evil 🙈? Maybe but yeah I like it lol

Levi ,

Nothing, he is my man, my babe , my love, YOU ARE DOING GREAT MY LOVE KEEP GOING ** CHEERS CHEERS

Hi sweetie! It's great to see you around here again!

I completely understand your point. I've never watched Friends, but I have a general context, haha. However, I truly get what you mean! I always think that HG is a "POVs story," where almost everything is very "grey," depending a lot on how the character sees the events unfold. Like, haha, Levi has a much less "grey POV" about his actions. In my mind, Levi thought that the moment Erwin didn't prioritize Twiggy's safety, she was single for him. He could have "understood" a lot of stuff—each couple is a world of its own, and so on—but for him, the safety of those he loves is "above" any other nicety.

So in Levi's eyes, the relationship basically didn't exist even before the cheating, lmao. He says it in his first POV, "if he wasn't scared of losing her, then she wasn't important to him. That relationship was doomed even before I showed up."

If you ask me, the relationship would have been over for me the moment you introduced me as your assistant, LMAO. In that second, I'm picking up my stuff and telling you we are done.

OMG, I'm so happy you like Linda! Writing Linda is my favorite. She's such a badass. The mere mental image of her seeing Marie coming inside the hospital and running through people in high heels to listen to the doctor's appointment is so professionally wrong but iconic. I think Levi and Linda have a very weird relationship because both are extremely honest and fearless, but Linda has a way less charitable character. She lacks a lot of social awareness. Levi's favorite friend of Twiggy is Nifa, and it's clearly seen, but he can't help but chuckle sometimes with Linda. That girl is wild, and Levi kinda enjoys her comments. I imagine her saying, "No, I don't go to church, dear. You have to kneel to pray, and I don't kneel to anyone, not even to give a blowjob." and Levi can't help but chuckle. The girl has more guts than the entire MP formation together, and Levi supports that. Plus, Linda never fails to deliver the juiciest gossip from MPs, and how could Levi not love that?

But Linda does certain things just to bother Levi, like giving him one kiss on each cheek each time they meet, staining with lipstick because he hates it. Linda is that friend who would get 100% canceled on Twitter if people heard what she says, but she's also that friend who's got your back even if you murdered someone.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi aot #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #levi #snk levi #attack on titans #Holy ground

[revui]

levi complains about her own narrative choices because her skill outweighs her vision, part thirty out of ninety million. warning: extremely long ramble about my fantasy project. it's mostly about colum

So, I'm writing The Foreverlands in limited third person. Everything is he, she, they, it, no you's or I's, and the narration has exclusive access to the POV character's head and no one else's. Easy enough to understand.

As you'd expect, everything is colored by the POV character. Two different characters narrating the same thing will have wildly different descriptions even though the thing itself is unchanged.

I have excerpts from my drafts where two characters (twins) describe the same guy, Pippin, with particular focus on how attentive he is, and they are wildly different.

The main point being, things that a character does not think of as significant will not be mentioned. Miranda, the POV character in the first screenshot, is very intuitive. She focuses on people, their feelings, and their behavior. As someone who relies on other people's validation, she finds his attention comforting and details his eyes because they are positively significant to her. Meanwhile, Skyler hates his eyes immediately because she's not a fan of being looked at, let alone scrutinized in the way Pippin seems to be doing, and she doesn't even take note of what he's saying to her because her hatred of his eyes extends to hatred of everything he's doing with his face and that becomes all she is capable of thinking about. Easy enough to understand, I probably only made it more complicated by giving an example.

Onto the man of the hour: Colum Gatsby.

He's inauthentic, a huge liar, and a conman, with a shoddy attention span and a psychotic disorder. He taps out of the plot all the fucking time because he just straight up stops caring and gets distracted by other stuff, which frequently includes his own thoughts. He's got the emotional intelligence of a novelty largemouth bass on a wall and zero investment in the story for the entire first half until it directly involves the wellbeing of the one person who can still endure talking to him (that person also being Miranda). Writing him when he's a side character is already weird because he's usually wildly off track the whole time because he never bothered keying into the arc's plot, but then there comes a time where, unfortunately for me, he's the POV character. 75% of the way into the story, he finally gets his turn to narrate.

An inauthentic liar with a bad attention span who regularly hallucinates and cannot even intuit his own emotions, in a plotline that revolves around someone magically tampering with his memories and manipulating his understanding of his own life.

I have to write that.

I have to write from the perspective of a guy who already doesn't know what the fuck is happening most of the time, in a story where the antagonist's entire motivation is preventing him from knowing what the fuck is happening.

I don't think I'm going to know what the fuck is happening.

To be clear, the arc antagonist is his mother, who used a sort of reverse Divination to remove large chunks of his knowledge regarding his own life to keep him under control. However, part of this is voluntary, which means Colum can't even believe himself; he leaves little notes and memos for his post-memory-fucked self that are verifiably written by him but consist of mostly bullshit. The story arc itself consists mostly of bullshit. There are basically no characters in it who are trying to tell the truth at any point. This allegory about the importance of allowing yourself to love others and others to love you in turn is preceded by what one might generously refer to as Gaslighting: The Novel. And I don't know if I'm ready to be the author of Gaslighting: The Novel.

#levi rambles #writing dot fuck #long post #colum #foreverlands

[strangeinvader9]

My Hero

“Jewel, help me!” I heard Jasmine yell from her room. Groaning, since I was just getting to the good part, I set my book aside and went to her room. “What, Jasmine?” I asked. Shakily, she pointed a finger at the opposite corner of her room. Looking at where she was pointing, I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Is that a fucking Goliath Bird eater?” I questioned. She nodded rapidly. “I don't know how it got in here, they're not even a native species!” “I'll go get my spider Squasher.” Exiting her room, I went to mine to grab my spider Squasher which was basically a huge shoe glued to a bat. Walking back in, I lifted the Squasher over my head. I paused when I noticed something unusual.  Are... are those wings? I wondered. Suddenly, the bird eater flew up onto the wall. Dropping the Squasher, I scrambled backwards, falling onto Jasmine's bed. “That thing can fly?” I yelped. “Don't just sit there, Jewel, kill it!” Jasmine snapped. “Fuck that, you kill it!” “I'm not going near that thing!” “Neither am I!” The spider flew on the ceiling and crawled over to sit just above our heads. Jasmine and I screamed and dove under the bed. Sharing a look, I knew we both had the same idea. “Laaaaawwww!” “Leeeviiiii!” Hurried footsteps were heard shortly after. “What's all the shouting about?” Levi growled. “And where the fuck are you brats?” I stuck my hand out from under the bed and waved. “What are you doing under there?” Law questioned. With the hand that was still out, I pointed up before withdrawing it. “What the fuck is that?” “Looks like something shitty glasses would've created in one of her psychotic experiments.” “Your scientist friend?” “I wouldn't call her a friend, exactly but yes.” “What exactly do you expect us to do with it?” “Kill it! Burn it, destroy it, dismember it! We don't care, just get rid of it!” Jasmine cried out. Levi POV Sighing, I turned to Law. “You think you can get it down?” I asked. “Shouldn't be too difficult,” he answered. Climbing onto the bed, he reached up and easily captured the large creature. “Let's take it outside. That way the girls won't have to see us take care of it,” he suggested. I nodded and lead the way outside. Once there, I paused before turning to Law. “What do you suggest we do now?” He frowned and looked at the spider like thing. “To be honest, I'd like to study it. I've never seen such a thing before and it could be beneficial in the medical field.” He then sighed as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Scientists. I mentally grumbled. “Unfortunately, the girls seem to have arachnophobia so I can't have it around without risking their health. I suppose we'll have to kill it.” “And how do you suggest we do that? That thing is bigger than your hand.” “I'll set it on the ground, you drop a rock on it and I'll add my weight to crush it.” Nodding, I searched the back yard for a rock big enough to both crush the spider and hold Trafalgar's weight. Upon doing so, I returned to see him kneeling on the ground. “That thing hasn't moved since you caught it,” I commented. “I know. It's probably not aggressive, but we agreed to do this,” Law responded. He placed it on the ground and I quickly put the rock on top of it. I couldn't help the internal cringe when I heard its bones crunch when Law stood on the rock. No matter how many times you heard it, that wasn't a sound you could get used to. “Levi-ya,” he called, breaking me from my thoughts. “Hmm?” “What do you think we should do? About the girls I mean.” I pulled a face at what I was about to say. It wasn't something I was used to saying or doing. Yet for them, I didn't feel as opposed to doing it as I normally would have been. “After witnessing something like that, they'll most likely be traumatized. So we'll have to be the ones to comfort them. I think a good idea would be to bring them into the living room, let them….” I couldn't get the word out. It just didn't seem right coming from my mouth. “Cuddle with us?” Law suggested. “Yes, thank you. Anyway, let them do  that and put something soothing on TV. It's kinda late, but I don't think they'll sleep on their own.” “You know, I think that's a great idea, Levi-ya.” “Hn. Let's go get them from under the bed then.” Law POV As I followed Levi-ya back into the house, I couldn't help but wonder how the night would turn out. “You can't stay under there forever, it's unsanitary,” I heard Levi-ya argue, bringing me from my thoughts. “But it's safe! No nightmares can get us from under here!” Jasmine-ya retorted. I smirked and leaned against the door frame. “Maybe so. However, if you were to stay under there, how are we supposed to be your knights in shining armor?” I teased. I knew they both abhorred the idea of such a romanticized idea. “Knight in-ow. Knight in shining armor? Who needs that?” Jewel-ya grumbled. I could tell by the “ow” that punctuated her sentence that she'd accidentally bonked her head at the incredulity. “Oh? Well, perhaps we could be your charming princes and sweep you off your feet with our gallant steeds.” “I think I'm going to hurl,” Jasmine-ya remarked. “Then what do you brats want in your protectors?” Levi-ya asked, curiously. “I want my protector to be a battle hardened soldier who is fiercely protective, but knows how to take care of me.” “Not me,” Jewel-ya disagreed. “I'd rather have a tough, pirate captain/surgeon that can protect me and heal me if I get sick.” I couldn't help the warm feeling in my chest at that. I was sure they had purposely described us, but it didn't stop the good feeling that brought. “Well, if you stay under the bed, you won't get your soldier or your pirate because we're out here,” Levi-ya stated. Slowly, they both made their way out from under the bed though they both still clung to each other. “So, what do you have planned for us?” Jewel-ya asked. I felt my heart twinge at the sight of her warm brown eyes shining with as yet unshed tears, though there were streaks down her cheeks. “Come with us and we'll show you,” I answered. Carefully, I placed an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the living room. Once there, Levi-ya and I sat them both down before leaving the room again. “I think a night like this calls for hot cocoa,” I suggested. Levi-ya nodded. “I agree. You get the blankets, I'll get the drinks.” We separated to do our separate tasks. Draping one blanket around Jasmine-ya’s shoulders, I sat next to Jewel-ya and wrapped the other around both of us. She gratefully leaned against my side. Immediately, I was assaulted with the scent of blackberries, the scent of her shampoo. It was a scent I could breathe forever. “Would you girls like to watch a movie?” I asked. “Movie sounds nice,” Jasmine-ya agreed. “I'm up for it. But I'm too comfy to get my controller,”Jewel-ya complained. It was statements like that that made it difficult to deny my feelings for her. In all honesty, I had fallen for her and hard. But, knowing she'd gone through a break up, I tried to give her space and not make it obvious. “Where is the controller?” I asked. “On the coffee table. Your long arms should be able to reach it, Law,” she answered. I loved the way my name sounded when she spoke it. True to her word, the Xbox controller was sitting on the coffee table. “If I get that, I'll have to move you slightly,” I warned. She sighed. “I'll get it then.” Sitting up, she snagged the controller before once more cuddling into my side. Levi-ya came out with the drinks just as  Jewel-ya and Jasmine-ya settled on a movie. It was called A Knight's Tale. It seemed pretty interesting. About half way through the movie, Levi-ya and I were the only ones up. Jewel had nodded off with her head on my chest and arms circled around my waist. Jasmine-ya, on the other hand, wound up with her head in Levi-ya’s lap and her legs curled up beneath her. For the night, I  felt it was OK to pretend that they felt the same way about us as we did for them. With that thought in mind, we paused the movie, turned everything off, and fell asleep ourselves.

#law one piece #levi attack on titan #x OC

[fanmoose12]

on the coastline of memories

a second part to this!

“You shouldn’t do it,” Armin says gently, his eyes an endless sea of sorrow.

“The commander is gone, Captain,” Jean tells him, his voice quiet and bitter. “There is nothing left of her.”

“It would only make the pain so much worse,” Mikasa adds, weary and heartbroken.

“Hange-san wouldn't have wanted you to suffer,” Connie agrees with a faraway look. “None of them would.”  

And, maybe, they’re right, Levi thinks, looking at their worn-out faces. Maybe, it’s better this way. Maybe, he should just let go.

He can’t.

So he packs a few changes of clothes, takes a few things from the office, from her office, and boards the first ship, headed towards Odiha.

A journey by plane would take a lot less time, but after all he has been through, after her sacrifice — Levi doesn’t trust planes that much.

***

He gets off the ship and someone immediately approaches him. He turns his head to the side – damn his lost eye – and sees a Cart Titan, Pieck, standing beside him.

“Captain,” she greets. “May we have a talk?”

Levi doesn’t understand the reason for it, what could they possibly talk about it? But he nods and follows after Pieck, as she leads him to a more secluded area.

“I’m not sure if that’s true,” she fidgets, wriggling her fingers and looking slightly above his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. Watching her behave so awkwardly around him, Levi is hit with a realization – she is still so young. How old is she? Twenty? A bit more? She’s not much older than the brats from his own squad. So young and already she’s seen so much, lost too much, but— Levi muses, he was all the same. All of them – Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit - they were young. Too young for this war. Too young to die.

Hange— Hange was too young to die too.

Levi shakes his head, chases those thoughts away. They’re pointless, they bring nothing but pain. Instead he focuses on Pieck.

“There are reports about… someone living in the abandoned cabin near the port. I went to check, albeit from afar, but it seems…” she pauses then, and looks at Levi, tilting her head. “Maybe, you should sit down?”

“I’m not an old man,” Levi grunts, despite feeling very much like one. “What were you saying?”

Truthfully, Levi doesn’t pay much attention to what Pieck is saying. Something about an abandoned cabin, about someone occupying it… what relation does it have to him?

“I was saying,” Pieck looks straight into his eyes, her gaze unwavering. “I think Commander Hange is alive.”

Levi blinks – once, twice, thrice, but he doesn’t understand. What Pieck is saying… it can’t possibly be true. And if that’s not the truth, then it can only be—

“Is this a joke?” he says in a low voice, an almost forgotten feeling of cold fury washing over him. He clenches his hands into fists and they tremble from barely restrained anger, as he glowers at Pieck. “Do you think that’s funny?”

“No!” Pieck cries out, and the distress on her face looks fairly genuine. It chases some of his anger away. “I couldn’t believe it myself, and I’m not one hundred percent sure yet, Commander’s face isn’t the same as it was, but—”

“Show me then,” Levi demands, cutting off her ramblings with a surprising desperation. He can’t believe Pieck, won’t believe her until he sees a living, breathing proof. But he gives her words the benefit of a doubt. It’s not hope, he persuades himself, he can’t afford to hope. He doesn’t think he’d be able to recover when it inevitably gets shattered.

“Of course,” Pieck easily agrees. “But before we go, I have to warn you – Commander isn’t the same as she was.”

“So you’ve told me.”

It’s natural, he thinks. If Hange was able to survive – which he still doesn’t believe in – of course, she wouldn’t be left unscarred. His face isn’t the same as it was too, after all.

“No,” Pieck shakes her head. “You don’t understand. I think she lost her memories. I’ve tried approaching her once, when she was visiting a nearby town, but— Commander didn’t even recognize me.”

Levi reflects on her words. He knows Pieck is sure that she had seen Hange, she wouldn’t have approached him or gone through all the trouble of finding him if she wasn’t. He doesn’t know her that well, but former Cart Titan doesn’t strike him as a cruel or imprudent person.

Pieck is sure that Hange is alive.

Levi doesn’t know how to feel about it. On the battlefield, he trusted Pieck with his life. But it’s not his life that is at stake right now, it’s his heart. And if it breaks one more time, Levi is sure – he will break too.

“Lead the way,” he asks in a quiet, faint murmur.

He doesn’t dare to hope. But as he follows after Pieck, he’s filled with nervous anticipation.

***

“Here,” Pieck raises a hand, pointing her finger at a small cabin at the coastline, hidden between two large trees. “Commander lives here.”

Levi looks at it, waits for something to happen. And then— something happens.

A person walks out of the cabin, oblivious to the company that watches them.

Levi squints his one remaining eye, gets a better look at that person— and feels his knees buckle.

It’s her, it’s Hange, there is no doubt about it. She’s standing far away from him, and Pieck was right, she doesn’t look like she used to – with burns adorning her face and half of her hair missing, but Levi recognizes her right away. It’s the way she holds herself, the way her shoulders are slightly slumped and her head is held high, as she stares at the horizon.

It’s Hange, she’s alive, Levi realizes, and sinks down to his knees.

“Hey, hey!” Pieck looks down at him, alarmed. “Are you alright?”

Levi glances at Hange once again, and he almost smiles. “I’m good.”

***

Once the initial shock washes over him, leaving him only slightly dazed and breathless, Levi gets back to his feet. He wants to go to Hange. He needs to go to Hange, needs to look into her eyes and hold her in his arms. Needs to tell her everything he kept unspoken.

He takes the first step with the intent to do exactly that. Nothing is going to stop him, them, this time, but then— then he remembers.

I think she lost her memories

He remembers Pieck’s words. He remembers Hange’s last years too - the weary look in her eyes, the absence of that loud laughter and bright smile. Remembers how easy it was for her to sacrifice her own life.

Maybe, Hange truly forgot about everything. It’s a blessing then and should be treated as such.

He doesn’t take another step forward. Instead, he turns around and leaves.

It’s better this way, he thinks.

The distance between him and Hange grows bigger and bigger. His heart grows heavier with every step.

***

In the end, despite his best efforts, he just can’t stay away. He knows he should, knows he has to let Hange go, but he can’t.

He’s just an old, broken man, who is too weak to resist.

He never shows his face, afraid that it could trigger Hange’s memories, afraid of what it would do to her, but he visits her cabin frequently.

Hange is isolated from the others, but there are things that she needs. He’s just helping her, Levi persuades himself, as he leaves small packages at Hange’s doorstep again and again.

And if sometimes, he stands in the distance, watching her - on the isolated coastline, no one is a witness to it.

***

Hange gets curious about him, of course. Levi isn’t surprised, she is the definition of that word, after all. She tries to catch him, runs out of the house every time he visits. Luckily, even old and beaten, Levi remains faster than her.

It is tempting, though. It is so tempting to just let Hange see him, to slow his step, to turn around and face her.

But then Levi remembers a quiet, broken whisper.

So just let me go, will you?

And he hurries to walk away, to leave Hange behind, persuading himself that it’s better this way.

***

One morning, he visits Hange at the very break of dawn. The sun is barely up in the sky, the world painted in a gentle pink light. The air is chilly and the cold wind ruffles his hair. The spring has just began, and so Levi wraps the coat tighter, shielding himself from the cold.

He approaches the cabin, his eyes trained at the sea. At the mornings like this, it looks particularly splendid.

Levi tears his gaze away from the mesmerizing view and turns to the cabin. He freezes, as he sees Hange sitting on a porch. He panics and means to flee that instant, but then he looks closer - Hange doesn’t react to him at all.

She’s asleep, he realizes with immense relief.

He realizes another thing then – it’s the first time he’s so close to Hange.

Slowly, he takes another step. She looks a bit ridiculous, with blanket wrapped all over her and only head sticking out, but she’s just like the sea, the sight of her so splendid, it’s hard for Levi to look away.

He climbs up to a porch and softly puts the package down. The sharp, familiar aroma fills his nostrils and the permanent scowl on his face softens, as he notices two cups of tea, standing on the table.

He takes one in his hands, inhales the scent deeper and takes the first sip. The tea is bitter and strong – just as he likes it.

“Thank you,” he whispers, as he puts the empty cup down.

Hange can wake up at any moment, he knows that. He should leave soon, he knows that too. But he stays behind, just for a couple of minutes. He watches Hange snore quietly, marvels at the way her chest moves up and down, at the small puffs of air that escape her mouth. The sight is warming him more than the hot tea. He leans in then, unable to resist. He leaves a soft kiss on forehead.

He gazes at her for another short moment, his chest filling with so much love and longing, it feels like it’s going to explode.

He doesn’t want to leave her, more than anything he just wants to stay with Hange. He wants to start a life with her, a life she promised to him, a life that became impossible when she decided that humanity is more important than their happiness.

But Hange is still alive, she can still find some happiness. In the meantime, he’ll be keeping watch over her.

It’s better this way, he remembers and forces himself to walk away.

***

Hange gets more vigilant after that, and Levi’s annoyance grows stronger. Is that so hard to simply accept his kindness? Why must she always stick her long nose where it doesn’t belong?

It takes him four days of almost constantly watching the damn cabin to catch the time where Hange isn’t waiting on a porch for him. He traveled to another town to get her those damn journals, and that’s how she repays him?  

What an insufferable, irritating douche.

What a pair they make.

***

Same as the amount of steps that led to the lab and the amount of turns he took to get to the Commander’s office, the trail to the cabin becomes so familiar that Levi can get to it with his eye closed. He knows every tree that stands along the way, every stone and bump on the road.

And as he walks it one day, Levi notices a new, strange smell. He follows it and finds a plate with pie on it and a cup of tea. A note lies next to it all, and Levi snatches it in his hands.

Since you don't let me thank you any other way, it reads. Levi rolls his eyes. Someone is a little passive aggressive, he muses, taking a bite of the pie.

It’s a little too sweet for his taste, but not awful. He likes it actually. Of course, there is no way in hell he’ll tell Hange about it. Teasing her became a second nature, and so, as he grabs a second piece of pie, he takes out a quill and sits down to write a reply.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he finishes his note. It’s a little rude, he knows, but it’s meant for Hange, the only person who was always able to see through the stern façade. He wonders if she still possesses this ability, or it was lost among with her memories. He hopes it was not.

He puts the note down, takes another piece of pie and leaves.

Work on your cooking skills, four-eyes. The pie was awful. Try adding less sugar next time. I think just a piece of this shitty pie could give someone cavities. Tea was good, though.

***

With the taste of pie still lingering in his mouth, Levi returns to a room he’s renting at a small motel not far from the ruined port.

Someone is standing next to his room, obviously waiting for him. Levi curses softly, recognizing Jean’s long face.

“Captain!” he raises his hand in greeting. “I was waiting for you.”

Dressed in a long coat, three-piece suit and with black hat on his head, Jean is the epitome of a charming young man.

“The kids have surely grown,” the voice in his head murmurs. It sounds suspiciously like Hange.

Jean looks at him, staring Levi in the eye, unflinching. A man in front of him is a far cry from the unruly teenager Levi was so used to.

He’s not much of a brat anymore, he thinks with a mixture of annoyance and pride. Jean grew into a good, noble man.

The beard is still ridiculous in Levi’s opinion.

“Come in,” he sighs, unlocking the door to his room and letting Jean go in first. “What brings you here?”

How were you able to find me, he wants to ask, but he can guess the answer himself. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one Pieck was watching over. Levi wonders how much she told to Jean and the others.

“I came here because of you,” Jean says, taking off his hat.

“Me?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “What do you need me for? Is there some trouble on the island?”

“No,” Jean shakes his head. “But… we’re worried about you. What are you still doing here, Captain? Why don’t you go home?”

Because it’s not my home anymore, Levi wants to say. The home is where the heart is, or so his mother used to say. His heart is living in the abandoned cabin on the coastline. And he won’t leave her this time.

He can’t say all of it to Jean, though. Obviously, he doesn’t know about Hange, he wouldn’t be asking the obvious question otherwise. And Levi can’t tell about her survival to the kids. He wants, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to compromise the safety of that secret. He doesn’t want to sabotage Hange’s chance at finding peace and happiness. Not again.

“It’s not any of your business, Kirstein,” he retorts, his voice harsher than Jean deserves.

Jean sighs, fiddling with his hat. “I saw you coming back from the beach this morning. Are you… still visiting that place?”

The way Jean looks at him – sad and weary – tugs at Levi’s heart. He can’t hold this gaze, and so he turns away, squeezing his hands into fists. He knows how he must look to the others, knows that they probably think that he’s an old, broken man who is going mad with grief.

He’s not mad, though. He is not. Pieck had seen her too.

“Thanks for the concern, Jean,” he says, and he means it. The kids’ worry and care warms his heart. “But I’m fine.”

“You won’t be going home with me then?”

“No,” Levi softly refuses. “I’ll stay here.”

Jean looks like he wants to argue, but Levi sends him a look, silencing him. Jean sighs again. Levi raises his hand to pat Jean on a shoulder, but then he realizes – Jean is too damn tall for him to do that. He tsks in annoyance, awkwardly lowering his hand.

“We’ve all grown so damn big, eh?” Jean teases with a small grin.

Levi scowls at him. Jean’s grin grows bigger.

“C’mon,” Levi says, leading Jean further into the room. “You didn’t just come here to persuade me to go back, right?”

“Well, actually…”

“So tall and still so stupid,” Levi remarks, making Jean chuckle. “Sit down, let me make you some tea. You can tell me how the others are you doing.”

“Thank you,” Jean nods, as Levi puts a cup with steaming tea in front of him. “The others are good, they’ve asked to pass on their best wishes to you. Connie wanted to visit you with me, but he broke his arm just a few days ago.”

“Broke his arm?” Levi asks, sipping his tea. “How did that happen?”

“Ah,” Jean chuckles. “The Marleyans showed us a new mean of transportation, called bicycle,” he frowns slightly, making sure to pronounce all the syllables correctly. “It’s like a horse, but a bit faster. Long story short, Connie tried to master that bicycle. He failed spectacularly, though.”

Levi hums, hiding a smile. “What about the others?”

“Armin is getting used to his new role bit by bit. Mikasa and Annie help him a lot. Historia’s baby is getting even more adorable, if you can believe it.”

Historia showed him her kid, while Levi was still on the island. She even let him carry him around, and Levi still remembers a knot in his stomach that appeared, when he took the kid from Historia’s hands. Jean is right, though, the baby is adorable. Just like his mother.

Jean continues talking after that, telling him a story of how Connie fell asleep during the government’s meeting and how Annie tried to bake a birthday cake for Armin, but Levi doesn’t listen to him anymore. Instead, he imagines a person, who would be sitting at his right. A person who would get worried after hearing about Connie’s broken arm and who would coo over Historia’s baby.

Hange would have loved to hear the news about kids. She would have loved to be a part of their lives.

As he absentmindedly listens to Jean, Levi has to remind himself of the truth that is bitterer than tea:

It’s better this way.

***

Jean returns to the island after spending a few days with Levi, and his life goes back to the already familiar routine. He visits Hange, brings a small gift or essentials, gets annoyed at the seemingly endless stream of questions she writes down in the small notes, curses her curiosity and answers her with sarcastic comments and crude jokes.

The life goes on, and Levi feels at peace.

***

He strolls through a town one day, passing by a flower stall. It’s amazing how quickly the world has recovered. Despite all these deaths, despite ruin and tragedy, people are trying to heal, desperate to get things back to the way they were. This kind of perseverance is admiring, Levi can’t help but think, as he watches an old woman selling a bouquet of daffodils to a shy-looking man.

Suddenly a splash of vivid purple color attracts his attention, and Levi subconsciously takes a step closer.

Hange told him once – when she was pissed drunk after a celebration of Mike’s birthday – that her favorite color is purple. Apparently, it reminded her of lavenders that grew on a field behind her childhood house.

“It always makes me think of warm, sunny days,” Hange said then, a big, happy grin on her face. “Those are my favorite kind. Just remembering them makes me feel so good.”

Before he can stop himself, Levi approaches an old woman and buys a pot of hyacinths. It’s not lavender from the fields behind her house, but hyacinths are very pretty too.

Hange always loved flowers, whenever they walked through town, she always stopped by a flower stall, admiring the bright, beautiful colors. As he takes a pot in his hands, Levi wonders if she would like those flowers too. Would they be enough to make her smile?

She isn't at home when he brings the flowers. It's the first time it happens, and Levi guesses that she probably went to explore what lies beyond her little cabin. Her absence does make him a tiny bit worried, but Levi isn't all that surprised by it. Hange is curiosity personified, after all, and he is glad that this side of hers has returned.

He leaves the flowers on the porch and walks away, wondering when Hange will come back.

***

He checks on her the next day, and finds that his flowers are now standing at the windowsill inside the cabin. There is also a note she left for him. He picks it up, his expression softening when he reads the beginning of the note.

His face changes, though, turning into a frown, when Levi sees a name Onyakopon written at the end. He crumbles the note in his fist and hurriedly leaves, his shoulders slumped.

He comes back to the motel and the sight of Onyakopon waiting for him in the foyer doesn’t surprise him at all.

"Captain!" the man quickly catches up with Levi, falling into step with him.

"I'm not Captain anymore," Levi grumbles, thrusting hands into the pockets of his pants. "I'm retired, if you didn't know."

Onyankopon nods, absentmindedly, and before he even opens his mouth, Levi knows what question he is going to ask him.

“Commander Hange? You knew that she’s alive?”

"None of your business," Levi quickens his step, and Onyakopon grabs the sleeve of his jacket, turning him around.

Levi wants to snap at him, to tell him to fuck off and leave him and Hange alone, but words die in his throat, as he sees the distress and concern etched on Onyakopon's face.

"I don't know why are you keeping all of this away from her, sir, but... She's suffering. She's hurting and she doesn't even know why."

"Did you tell her anything?" Levi asks, turning his face to the side, uncomfortable with the weight of Onyakopon's gaze.

"No," he shakes head, his voice defeated. "I didn't."

"Good," Levi nods. "It's better this way, believe me," he adds and walks away, leaving Onyakopon behind.

***

Despite his best attempts to ignore them, Onyakopon's words strike a cord inside him. They make Levi think, they make him question if—

She's suffering. She's hurting and she doesn't even know why.

If his course of action really is the best one.

It all crashes down on him when he finds a letter from Hange. In it, she asks him to reveal the truth. She begs him to tell her about her old life. He reads the letter again and again, doubt and uncertainty clouding his mind.

Does he have any right? Does he have any right to decide what's best for Hange? Shouldn't it be her own decision?

Maybe, Levi thinks, but then he remembers - a quiet, defeated voice, the dull, lifeless look and he thinks no, Hange deserves a second chance, she deserves a chance to live, to lead a life without pain and regrets.

Forgive me, he writes in response to her letter. But it's better this way.

***

 Hange doesn't write another note or letter for him after that.  It looks like she's ready to let go of her old life. It's a good thing, Levi knows that. But a part of him is disappointed. A part of him hasn't let go of Hange yet. A part of him hasn't stopped wanting to get her back at his side, right where she belongs.

A part of him regrets leaving that forest.

***

He still visits her, of course. Hange doesn't speak - or, well, write to him - but he continues to help her in what little ways he can.

He finds her journal during one of his visits. He shouldn't pry, he knows, but he takes it in his hands, opening it at a random page. A rough sketch of a bird - seagull, his mind supplies after a moment - is staring at him. The drawing is surrounded by short notes that detail various observations.

Levi flips over a page and sees another drawing - this one of a hyacinth's flower, leaf and root. Underneath Hange wrote more comments and remarks about the flower's characteristics - how it responds to sun deprivation and how many days it can survive without water before it starts wilting.

Levi smiles as he traces Hange's scribbles with his fingertips. Her passion and curiosity has returned, or so it seems. It warms his heart, makes him remember the good old days, when Hange was allowed to be Hange, when she was just a weird, eccentric scientist with an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

It brings back a particular memory, before the world has gone completely to shit, before it wasn't just them against the world, when the others - Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit - were still alive. When everything was so much easier.

He tears out a page out of the journal and writes down a short message.

Are your hobbies so boring that watching the birds is somehow fun for you?

***

Last time he said that, he didn't receive an answer, not really. This time, he does.

***

They start talking again, and their conversations – however short they are – never fail in brightening his day. Every word, every doodle Hange makes for him bring a smile to his face. They make him feel like Hange always made him feel during all those years they knew each other.

They make him feel alive.

Of course, Hange is still annoyingly noisy, she still asks him tons of questions, but this time Levi doesn’t ignore them. He doubts that his favorite color or a fact that he prefers to sleep on his left side would trigger some kind of painful memories.

So he continues talking to Hange, and Hange— Hange continues making him happy.

***

He doesn't believe in fate, destiny, providence or some other shit. He never did. He used to scoff at the madmen and drunkards from Underground who cursed God and fate for their misfortunes and he rolled his eyes every time he heard the cultists preaching about tragedies and sorrows that were destined to befall on people who dared to doubt their teachings.

But he does not know how else to call it, how else to explain the universe's apparent disinclination to keep Hange and him apart.

Is it fate, a miracle, or a mere coincidence? Levi isn’t a poet or philosopher, he’s a retired soldier. He doesn’t understand what force constantly brings them together.

But he’s thankful for it.

***

He is descending from the cabin's porch. Hange is bird watching and he knows from experience that it could take hours, if not more. That's why he allows his steps to be slower and more careful than usual. His wounds have healed but they don't let him forget, inconveniencing him at the most unfortunate of times.

He watches his step, grunting softly as he lowers one leg and then the other. It is only when he gets from under the roof, Levi notices that it's raining. The first droplet falls down on his head and he looks up.

And the time stops, because Hange is standing just a few steps away and she stares right at him and the look in her eyes, the one that was always reserved only for him, it tells Levi - she remembers.

"Levi," she calls him, again and again, and Levi realizes - no one had called him by his name for a long, long time. Ever since that fateful day when he thought that he had lost his heart forever.

But his heart is still with him, his heart is still alive. His heart is standing right in front of him and calls out his name.

His hands tremble with the desire to touch her, to feel her, and he clenches them into fists, stopping himself.

He has to make sure first. He has to be certain, so, taking a deep breath, he asks.

"So your memories returned?”

"They did," Hange answers, and, oh god, the sound of her voice. He missed it so much.

"And you..." his knees feel weak, and he shifts his weight from one foot to another. "And you aren't freaked by this?"

Aren't you angry with me, he wants to ask. What do you feel, he needs to know. He doesn't ask any of it, though.

He's afraid to hear the answer.

"I'm still processing," a tentative smile curls at her lips, as if answering Levi's unasked question. "Would you like to… help me with it?”

Would he like to? There is nothing more he ever wished for.

“I know I’ve talked about living in the forest," Hange adds. "but… will the coastline be good enough for you?”

The forest, coastline, city, what difference does it hold?

Home is where the heart is. And he's tired of contradicting that statement.

“You’re more than enough," he replies.

They start walking at the same time, as always perfectly in sync. And as they hold each other tightly, ignoring the rain, forgetting the pain, Levi thinks—

We are together - and it's so much better this way.

#it's basically the same thing but from levi's pov this time! #hope you guys enjoy #levihan #levihan fanfiction

[annlillyjose]

Let’s Be Suns Tonight - WIP Intro

[Image Description: A silhouette of two boys walking on the road projected against a car's beam at night. The path is aligned by lights on both sides. In the center, in a creme and white serif font reads let's be suns tonight and ann lilly jose./ End ID]

Hey y'all! I have a new book. I know I have way too many WIPs but, I can't help it. So basically, here's what happened:

I was doing camp nanowrimo for dairy whiskey, my liftic novella

I wrote 1.2k of it in a day and realized that literally everything was going wrong (pov, tense, story opening, etc.)

I put off writing for two whole weeks and kept telling myself I'll write dairy whiskey when I feel like it (was still pretty sure I'd somehow win camp with my 10k goal, like no honey you need to stop being stupid)

Random thought at 2 am: Noah Anderson deserves a better story

Levi Shires. Girl. He needs a story of his own.

You're gay. Write gay.

Tries to put the project off for later and not write gay

Writes gay anyway

Let's talk about the specifics before rambling about the process. I promise, there's a lot (a LOT by my standards) of it.

Disclaimer: This is my original work. Please do not plagiarize in any way.

Genre: YA Contemporary

Setting: Not really sure, but it's an average small town

POV and Tense: First person present tense, dual POV. Possible ghost narratives.

Structure: Vignettes

Stage: Drafting

Playlist: Let's Be Suns Tonight (Updating)

Logline: Two boys who want to live life differently meet at a cafe and end up discovering secrets about each other, and about themselves too. (I'm pantsing this so things can change. I have no idea what's in store for the boys)

Characters

Levi Shires

18

Is questioning his sexuality

His full name is Levi John Antonio Shires

Is a pop singer

Just came home from his first ever world tour

Struggling with everything

Feels like something is wrong with him but doesn't know what

Face Claim: Troye Sivan

Aesthetics: music, guitars, posters, live shows, interviews, journalling at 3 am, obsessing over poetry even when you don't understand a thing except that it's beautiful, crying about being a crybaby, late night walks, questioning sexuality

Noah Anderson

20

Bisexual in denial

Father's boy

Is traumatized

Had tons of friends but is scared of it now

Wants to buy shirts with flower patterns but doesn't

Obsessed with Levi's music

Aesthetics: house parties, plaid shirts, trying to cry but cannot, laying on the floor, listening to the same song on repeat for hours, late night drives, night clubs

If you didn't already know who Noah and Levi are, here's the story. Noah is a character I created when I was in ninth grade (so that's like over three years back what) during a very angsty conversation with @jenetmoses. I drafted around 16k of his story in tenth grade and it was so much fun, but I never completed it. I then tried to fit him into so many stories but none seemed to work. Finally I decided to put him in Intersecting Parallels (another one of my WIPs I'm not sure if I'll ever even start writing) as a side character. Levi Shires is a character I created for the same project. But I fell in love with him instantly and now he's one of my favourite characters. It's almost like his existence gave Noah a story that he deserved.

Process

A few days back I felt like I should write a story for my darlings and now here we are. This is officially Ann stepping into gay waters (I'm biro ace btw) with her stories and honestly, this is so much fun. It took me a few days to actually make an intro post because I was scared that maybe this, like many of my other projects, will have a WIP intro and no updates because I. Just. Don't. Write. Anything. So I waited until I had sufficient content to share and had a feeling that this thing can work. Well, guess what. It definitely can and it definitely will.

I'm currently at about 1.2k words and writing this has been such a delight? I hope it stays the same for a long time because I haven't felt like this in over two years and now it feels heavenly. I had to go to a relative's house last week and I wrote a vignette before going. All the time I was there, I just wanted to get home and edit it (I edit as I write because it works best for me). When I came home, I spent an hour and a half editing it and it was for the first time in so long that I was longing to work on a project? Allow me to be emotional over this please thank you.

I have completed three vignettes now. None of them have titles yet, and I'm not sure if I'll title them. I know there'll be so many and I'm not sure if it's possible to come up with titles for so many vignettes, so for now it's just vignette 1, vignette 2, and vignette 3 (not fun at all i know). I'm also so happy that I can share a lot of stuff here because this, my loves, is a practice project. So here we go!

Vignette 01, Noah

I sit at a table for two, alone, raindrops bokehing the window I lean my head on. Outside the filmed glass, a litter of dogs fight for leftover meat from a barbecue joint across the street, a street light flickering above them until it dies out. The interior is all about pretence - Pinterest art printed on a large canvas hung up on the creme walls, plastic flowers hanging from fancy plastic pots, baristas speaking in an accent too thick for their age. LED bulbs coated in lime-tinted glass paper light up the cafe. They almost look like incandescent bulbs. Almost.

So, that's the opening. Not much to say about it, but I really wanted to set this story's beginning in a cafe so there it is.

Here's another excerpt from the same vignette. Noah being 1) attached to his father and 2) extremely angsty and pretentious.

The barista slides a ceramic cup towards me, smiling faintly with the corners of his eyes. The kohl on his lower waterline has smudged and darkened his under eyes. My latte stirs itself, the marbling on the froth a bit distorted now, the cream heart melting away, burnt and sacred. Papa told me that the heart is where life is. One evening after our family prayers, he pointed at a portrait of Jesus and said, "It is where love begins, and that's why love is what makes life worthwhile. Do all things with love, Noah."

Tonight, I want to feel capable of having a heart.

Tonight, I shall drink from the grail of life.

I'm sitting here like, boy, it's not that deep. It's just a latte. But then again, is coffee ever just coffee?

Well, let's not get into that because it deserves a whole post for itself. Moving to the next vignette now!

Vignette 02, Levi

Tonight’s weather slips chills into my faux leather jacket, yet my insides burn, like a star at the verge of dying out. That’s what they call me - a star, pop sensation, a child prodigy. Another lucky teenager whose YouTube covers blew up, landing them a record deal with a big label. Another wannabe Gen-Z musician, a clueless kid whose success in the industry is solely because of his social media following. Another wave that will die down faster than it rose, a whirlpool sucking in teenagers from across the world, just another boy who has girls swooning over him for his jawline, his height, his lips. But for my fans - Leviathans - my music is everything. That's what they say when I meet them before shows. That's what they post on their social media. That's what the tell newspapers and magazines and TV shows when they're asked about me.

What is everything? I don't know.

He's just so confused? So affected by what others say about him? Conflicted by varying opinions of media? Also let's ignore the fact that I named his fandom Leviathans. I have no braincells for more. Please leave me alone. Okay? Deal? Great!

And then this is how the vignette ends.

This is my hometown, so nobody squeals. Nobody points their fingers at me. Nobody hides behind trash cans to click my pictures. Because before I went on a hundred day tour, before open stages and live shows and official merch, before albums and debut single and record deal with Quercitron Labels, before YouTube fame and my cover of The Night We Met by Lord Huron, I was just another boy.

Some days, I want to be him.

Yep, so that's what's up with Levi. He craves for some normalcy in his life. I feel so bad for him.

Vignette 03, Noah

This is quite short, so I think I'll add the whole thing here.

A group of teenagers - two boys and three girls, all about sixteen years old - walk into the cafe. The taller boy has a dense voice. He's still going through puberty. He shaves his face every morning hoping he'll grow a beard by the end of term. He wears tight-fitted shirts to school, leaving the top two buttons undone, a silver chain dainty between his collarbones. He wears a cross on it, or an angel. Or maybe just the wings. The short boy is dating the black-haired girl. They're new at it, and it'll last a few months. But before it ends, they'll go on drives around the city wearing matching outfits they'd picked at the mall. She will sneak out with him in the middle of the night to drink wine in the front seat of his car. She'll take her first puff from his lit cigarette and will hate how it chokes her. She'll have a lot more firsts with him. They'll bunk classes and go for movies and neither will remember what happened on screen. They'll wish to dance in the rain and kiss in the pub, but they won't. Instead, they'll fight on sidewalks about college and long-distance and other friends. Eventually, they'll both acknowledge that they aren't working. The girl wearing dramatic makeup has a crush on him. She'll never confess, but the first girl will notice. Eventually. That'll spoil their friendship. The last girl is the third in the trio - the one that tags along, goes unnoticed because she takes up so little space and never talks. She wishes she were home. She's the kind that drinks black coffee and embroiders pillow cases at two a.m. so that she doesn't eat herself up.

They're a group of friends, the kind that thinks they'll last forever, but won't.

Four years back, I was the second boy. I hope four years later, he doesn't become me.

So, that's it for this intro. It's the longest post I've ever made (so far). Wow! I'm clearly so so so excited about this and I'll hopefully be able to share more stuff soon. Huge thanks to @showgirlcurio for pumping me up with this one! Tons of love <3

Thanks for reading so far. Please take care of yourself!

Love, Ann.

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[levis-hazelnut]

Levi x Reader Smile For Me

Summary: you were found curled up outside HQ, basically on the brink of death. However, Levi finds you and takes you to the infirmary. To his surprise, Erwin enlists you as a scout.

Levi's POV "Levi, where's your squad?" Commander Eyebro-- I mean, Erwin asked. "I don't know. Probably picking each other's noses or some sh*t like that." "Go get them. We need to go get supplies." I sighed, walking away to look for my squad of idiots, who I didn't want to bring along since they would just mess around. I went into the castle, hearing loud chatter and laughter so I went towards the source. Opening the door to the mess hall, I find them sitting around a table. "What the hell are you guys doing? I told you to be at the stables after breakfast." "We were playing truth or dare." "Get your a*ses outside." They all followed me in silence; I'm guessing it was because they didn't want to irritate me any further. All of us got on our horses, me and Erwin at the front, and we were about to leave until we saw something the size of a human scrunched up in a ball. I jumped off of my horse and crouched down as I frowned. I scrunched my nose up in disgust, brushing the unruly hair from their face and I saw (E/C) eyes half-open, staring up at me. I was able to see the bones under her skin on her face, arms and legs, while the rest of her body was covered by a scruffy dress. She looked as if she was on the brink of death, pale and weak, and she seemed to have trouble to breathe. I didn't think she would be able to walk in this state, or maybe even stay alive for a few more days. 

When I stood up and looked at Erwin, he had just leapt off from his horse and neared me.

"What's wrong?" "This girl looks like she's going to die anytime soon." "Let's take her to the infirmary." I nodded and went back to the girl, crouching down again and scooping her up to carry her to the infirmary, which wasn't far. I asked them to take my horse back to the stables before they left to get supplies without me. Normal POV You laid on the most comfortable bed you've ever been on. Out of a window, you could see the bright, azure blanket illuminated by the radiant sun.

Before you had slept, for however long, you weren't able to breathe properly but now you were able to with ease. Though you felt a lot better than before, your stomach was still growling for some food. You brushed your hand over your stomach, feeling the soft and clean clothes you had on your body. The door opened, making your eyes to flit there and you gripped the pristine sheets, terrified to find someone walking in. He had blonde hair, blue orbs that radiated a warmth that made you feel comfortable. He gave you a smile and approached you. You've never seen him before, but he's acting so casually around you. "Do you feel better?" You stayed silent, not wanting to talk to this mysterious man even though he seems benign. "I'm guessing you're hungry after sleeping for two days." He passed you a tray of food, your eyes beaming at the amount there was. Almost immediately, you picked up the spoon and popped a bit of food into your mouth. "Do you like it?" he asked to which you shyly nodded. "One of my men made it. And I don't think he'll make it again, so you're lucky." "Thank you..." you trailed off, wanting to know his name. "Erwin." "Thank you, Erwin," you said quietly. "If you can move, there's a room for you. I'm going to let you stay here and enlist you as a scout." As you listened to what he was saying, you scoffed the food down. You had a bit of food on the corner of your mouth which Erwin wiped with a tissue as he subconsciously smiled. "What's your name?" "...I don't have one..." You stopped eating and kept your eyes on the plate. "Where's your family?" "I don't know..." The blonde had a slight crease in between his eyebrows before he asked another question. "Do you have a home?" "No." "Well, you can call this place home now," he grinned, trying to get a smile on your face, but it didn't work. "If you have any questions or uncertainties about anything, come to me." You gave a mere nod as he got up to leave, taking the tray from your lap since it appeared as if you weren't that hungry anymore.

No place has felt like a home to you, but this place does, you felt so comfortable. After a while of staring into space, a knock on the door snapped you out of your trance. A man you recognised came in, but you couldn't remember where you've seen him. "How are you feeling?" Silence. "So, you're just going to ignore the person that rescued you from death?" His tone had a bite to it, however, you seemed unfazed by his sharp character. That's where you saw him; he was the one who picked you up and brought you here before you would slowly die away. His grey orbs before were pooled with concern then, but now, they hold no emotion whatsoever. He took slow steps towards your bed. "Thank you for saving me. I'm in your debt." "Tch. I didn't save you so I could have something in return." He crossed his arms. "Anyway, Erwin asked me to take you to your room." Slowly getting up, you noticed that you weren't feeling weak anymore and you were able to stand properly without feeling dizzy. Your bare feet padded against the floor, following the raven whose name you have yet to learn. Catching up to him, you walked beside him as you fiddled with your fingers. "Why are you nervous?" he suddenly questioned. You slightly shrugged as a small blush crawled onto your cheeks. "You aren't much of a talker, are you? Well, that's a good thing because I don't want another brat giving me a headache." Brat? He's being harsh with the person he saved and someone he barely knows, and he thinks he can call you a brat? Whatever, it's not like you're going to stand up for yourself. And it’s not the worst treatment that you’ve been given. "When we get to your room, have a shower. You smell like sh*t." You understand that you would stink and you aren't in the cleanest state, but does he have to be so critical? Upon reaching your room, he fished a key out of his pocket to unlock the door, allowing you to step inside as he passed you the key, which you took from his hand, your fingers skimming his which he clicked his tongue to. "Be ready in eight minutes. I'm taking you to Erwin's office." And with that, he left. Why was he so specific about the time? ~/~ "Do you have any experience with fighting?" You shook your head meekly as you sat on a chair on the other side of Erwin's desk, fidgeting with your hands which were slightly damp with sweat. You've never seen these people until two days ago, or even an hour ago, so you were afraid of these new people. Can you trust them? "What were you doing before you stumbled across this place?" "I-I was homeless. I w-would eat the leftovers of what people threw out and people b-beat me up for no reason. I wasn't able to make any friends and I n-never knew my family. I d-d-don't even know my name." Erwin stood up with an expression of sympathy and went towards you, crouching by your chair and whispered, "You don't need to be frightened here. None of us will beat you up and you will have your own room. You won't need to eat leftovers. Don't worry. You're safe here." Not able to hold back anymore, he hugged you, leaving you and the other male in the room in surprise. "And I'll give you a name." After being in thought, he spoke, "... How about (Y/N)? Do you like it?" "Yes," you replied, almost as if you mouthed the word. "(Y/N) it is. And I don't know if you already know or not, but this is Levi. You can trust us if you don't trust anyone else." He stood back up. You nodded, getting up to leave. "And whenever you're ready to start training, let me know." "Can I start tomorrow?" "... Sure. But don't you think it's a bit too soon. You just recovered from a severe illness." "It's fine." "If that's what you want." You left his office, gently closing the door behind you as you made your way back to your room. "Erwin?" Levi uttered. "Yes?" "Why are you being so gentle with that girl? This isn't a f*cking fairytale where she gets pampered by you. This is a military base, Erwin. She's a freeloader with you treating her like that. No one here takes it easy." "That's enough, Levi. I'm not going to let her take it easy, all my soldiers are treated the same way." "Explain the way you hugged her then." "I was simply comforting her. And I don't why you're complaining, you're the one who brought her here." "It was just so she could be brought back to health. I didn't think you would enlist her as a scout. She has no experience with fighting. What potential does she have?" "A lot. You are dismissed, Levi." Levi clicked his tongue and exited the office. He didn't want another brat to look out for. He just hoped that Erwin would be in command of you instead of him. You better not cause any trouble for him. ~/~ You thrust your fist forward, attempting to punch Erwin but you never liked hurting people so it was a light blow. He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head. "(Y/N), don't be scared to punch me. This is part of your training." You went into an awkward fighting stance which he fixed for you, telling you what to do. You got ready to punch him again and this time, it was stronger but he could tell you weren't putting all your strength into it. "Again." You took a moment to fix your posture before throwing a surprise punch to his stomach. But unfortunately, he saw it coming and made a cross with his arms, nearly stumbling back but he kept his balance. You lifted your leg, kicking it into his side where he wasn't able to block it. He smirked, seeing how you were able to get a hit on him. "Okay. I'm going to attack you and you need to defend yourself now." You nodded, getting ready for any attacks that would be coming your way. He threw his fist at your jaw, knocking your head back. Straight after, he punched you a couple of times at your stomach, causing you to cough up some spit as you bent down, too weak to stand. "Get up." You got up unsteadily, complying to his order. "Defend yourself." For another hour, you trained with Erwin until you were too exhausted to carry on. By the time you stopped, the sun was setting as a wind blew over you, cooling you down after your training. Your skin was drenched in sweat and stained by mud and dirt which you were going to go wash off. "Same time tomorrow." "Okay." You reached your room, stripping your clothes off your body and stepping into the raining water, steam dispersing from the shower. You scrubbed all the grime from your body and washed out the sweat in your hair before grabbing a towel to dry all the water that remained on your flesh before slipping on a fresh uniform.

After, you went to the mess hall for dinner, getting some food and sitting down on an empty table, silently eating your meal, desiring the food that was specially made for you a few days ago. "Why don't you sit with the others?" You looked up, seeing Erwin holding a plate and a smile on his face. You faced the table again, shaking your head. The blonde sighed and sat down opposite you, joining you for dinner.

Levi looked over at you two, thinking, Why is she so special to Eyebrows? He's acting as if he's her dad or some sh*t like that. Erwin tried to get you to speak but you would only say a few words since you were shy and there wasn't really anything you could talk about - he basically already knows everything about you for your life feels like it didn't even start until you came here.

Apart from Erwin, Levi, and someone else called Hanji, you haven’t spoken to anyone else. She's a bit too energetic for your taste, but she has a friendly nature. And even though you speak to them, it's only a few words like 'yes', 'okay', 'thank you'. You don't speak to them as they would speak to each other. You try to avoid interacting with anyone but Erwin always seems to get you to talk, even if it's one word. ~/~ Pinning Erwin’s arms over his head, you straddled his legs, breathing heavily as you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. He smiled, glad to see that you have improved significantly over the past month. You were one of the best scouts he's seen develop and you could maybe even be one of the best scouts in the regiment after you train some more. Now, he can show Levi the potential he saw in you. "Well done, (Y/N)." "Is this what you call training?" a voice inquired to which you looked up to. Blushing, you abruptly got off of Erwin, allowing him to stand up as he dusted off his clothes. You gazed at the ground as the blonde cleared his throat, facing Levi who had his arms crossed over his chest. "I never knew you were the submissive type, Eyebrows." "We were training and I can tell you that (Y/N) is better than you think." "Better at what exactly?" He arched an eyebrow. "Fighting. Stop thinking like that." "Whatever." The raven walked away with the roll of his eyes. "Have a shower and go to the mess hall." "Okay." "And you're training with me is over. I'm going to put you in a squad." You were just getting comfortable with Erwin and now, you're going to have to join a squad of new people you've never even spoken to. Oh, well, it's better than living on the streets. You gave him a nod and strolled back to your room, getting stopped by two young boys, whose names were Eren and Jean. "You've been here for nearly a month weeks, but you haven't spoken to me or anyone else." "Jean, leave her alone." "Why's she so quiet?" "It's a miracle she is," a monotone voice stated from behind you, and you knew who it was. "Both of you, go. Let her go to her room because she needs a shower." Again, he came with the usual criticism. At least, it got those boys to leave you alone as you carried on your journey to your room. ~/~ Over the year, you have become one of the best scouts, joining Levi's squad who had no objection because you still don't talk much and you won't give him a headache like the others. And maybe there's another reason... "Oh, come on, (Y/N)! Take it easy on me!" Eren complained after you had knocked him to the ground with two punches and a kick. You shook your head, putting your jacket on, which you took off to spar with Eren who thought he could beat you after he made a bet with Jean. You went off into the building, getting stopped as soon as you entered. "Cadet Smith," Levi, who was watching you spar, called. (A/N: btw I chose Smith since Erwin took you in as his daughter and you never had a surname before). You turned around and shyly saluted, avoiding eye contact. It could be true that you may have developed feelings for the Corporal over time. He might have been cruel to you at the start, but then he started to be nice to you, well, it's his version of being nice and you think he's only kind to you because Erwin told him to. "I told you that you don't need to salute. Put your arm down." You let your arm hang by your side, still standing there timidly as you could feel his gaze burn into you. When you felt an arm rest around your shoulders, you averted your eyes from the floor, soon realising who it was, relaxing your tensed shoulders. "Is Levi being rude to you again?" Erwin asked. "I was never rude to her," Levi scowled. "You always seemed to frown whenever she was around." "Tch. Why are you here?" "I need to speak to (Y/N)." "I was going to talk to her." "You can in five minutes." Levi clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes. Why did Erwin have to ruin the opportunity for him to talk to you? All Levi wants to do is hear you say full sentences, see a smile on your face and make you happy because frankly, you aren't/don't do anything of those things and you deserve to be happy, in Levi's opinion. But that blonde man comes in and lets the chance for that to happen slip. Yeah, Erwin may be trying to get you positive as well, but Levi wants to do that before anyone else does. Somehow, it makes him upset to see you gloomy and he wants to fix that. "I'll talk to Erwin first," you softly spoke. Damn, he just wants to hear more of that delicate voice you own. "You like him, don't you?" the Commander whispered once you were out of hearing distance of Levi. "What?" "You like Levi." "W-w-why would I?" "I don't know. I'm not the one who likes him." He ruffled your hair with a smile. "You can tell me anything, I'll keep it between us. "... Yes, I do," you admitted. "Okay. You can go to him now." With a pink hue stained on your face, you made your way to Levi’s office, accidentally stepping sinde without knocking. But he didn't seem to mind when he saw it was you. "Bring me tea," was the only thing he said before dismissing you. You merely nodded, heading for the kitchen as Levi continued with the paperwork. You boiled the water and reached for a mug before pouring it inside the porcelain that had a teabag. You stirred it and let the flavours of the tea infuse the water before picking it up from the surface and went towards his office, meekly knocking on the wooden door. Upon hearing a 'come in', you opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind you. You placed the cup on his desk, where there was a space free, and stood there silently. "Why are you just standing there? Sit down." Hesitantly, you sat down in the chair opposite him as he took a sip of the tea and you noticed the slight surprise on his visage. "This tea is really good." "Thank you." You blushed and looked down at your hands. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small jar. He took the lid off, showing some cookies that looked appealing to you. "Help yourself. I made them." You were confused; why was he complimenting you? Why was he giving you his homemade cookies? Why was he making small talk which he hates so much? Why is he being so casual? What did he want to talk to you about? What's going on? "Sir?" "Levi," he corrected you. "I already told you that you don't have to address me formally when you're speaking to me alone." "Why are you doing this?" "Tch. Just appreciate that I'm treating you like this." "But why are you?" "..." Silence settled in the room. You didn't want to ask him any more questions since it may infuriate him and he'll probably kick you out, which you don't want to happen. He continued with his work, acting as if he was ignoring your presence. Tch. Why can't I just say it? It's not like she's one of those people who will shun me out of their life. Why do I hesitate? Do I fear rejection? No, of course not. What is it? I just want to see her smile. See a smile enhance her beauty. See her happy. But how the hell is that possible in this world? "(Y/N)Ilikeyou," he confessed quickly and quietly, making it difficult for you to apprehend what he said.     "Sorry?" "Damn it! I like--!" "Shorty!!!" His door slammed open. "What the f*ck do you want?" "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your date," the brunette grinned as he rolled his eyes. "It isn't a date," he growled. "What do you want?" "I have some more paperwork for you." This is what you barged in here for, you idiot? "Okay. Get out." "Have fun~!" she creepily smirked and closed the door, leaving you two alone again. "You were saying something...?" you inquired. Levi huffed, running a hand through his charcoal locks. "I've been wanting to tell you that I like you," he muttered. Did you hear him right? "Pardon?" "You heard what I f*cking said." "You... like me?" "Tch. Just get out if you have nothing to say." He never even glanced at you. "... I like you, too," you barely murmured. Slightly surprised, his orbs immediately shot to meet yours. He stood up and tipped your head up with his fingers, placing a kiss on your lips, causing you to become a blushing mess. You could taste the tea he previously had and you had to admit, it did taste pretty good. Levi pulled away and gave you the first smile you've seen. "Can you please smile for me?" he whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb on your skin. Your eyes fluttered away from his steel ones, now pooling with affection and warmth. He tilted your head so you could look at him again. "A woman like you shouldn't be so downhearted." He pressed his lips against yours again for a more passionate kiss. You lidded your eyes, moulding your lips with his as you felt a smile tug at your lips. Once your lips tore away from his, you were still smiling with gleaming orbs gazing up at him. "Thank you." He leaned his forehead against yours, feeling content to see a smile grace your beautiful features.

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[ackermanshoe]

So since I became a rivamika anti ( que my bio ) I apperently lost my right to speak on rivamika 🙄 but this b!tch @ackermanshoe dared me to post a verryy unbiased and veery angry analysis on

Why "call your name" is about rivamika - from Levi's pov.

Since I failed music in high school I don't know shit about music or anything so it'll be purly based on lyrics ok? Ok

• "Call your name" OST on attack on titan, lyrics I'll be pointing out •

Okay so the first paragraph goes

"she lost her brother a month ago (...) and it reminds me when she brings me coffee..."

So apperently if your a delusional rivamika anti like me you'd go under rivamika posts and comments " oMG leVi iS liKe MikAsA's olDeR bRotHer 🥰" but I have to be honest and say that this is pure bullshit 🙄 or whateveRr. Anyway if you're smart like Ackermanshoe and other rivamika shippers ( 🤢 ) then you probably consider Eren as mikasa's brother because of the way she looks after him, and them essentially being a family after mikasa's actual parents died. So in my unbiased theory I'd have to agree that this song is from Levi's point of view, after the war has ended.

( Oh and thank you @thegloomybrat for telling me about this song it's painful :D I love it ! )

Of course from Levi's point of view Eren would be mikasa's brother or something alike because of their dynamic, like I said before Levi is the reality that Mikasa strays away from and he brings her back.

"and it reminds me"

Here Levi digs deep into the past, recalling all his memories not only Mikasa killing Eren but also the war in general. "When she brings me coffee" OKAY IMMA BE HONEST HERE, even if I am a rivamika anti I have to say this is a freaking dead giveaway like (????!!!) Coffee is basically tea but for people who has no will to live and the one person who drinks tea more than anyone else in the series??? Yeah that's fucking right, it's Levi. Since unlike the entire fandom, I'm a SMART anti I can see this fact with my eyes closed. Hence in the first few lines Levi refers to Mikasa loosing Eren ( a month ago ), then he remembers the past when Mikasa brings coffee ( tea ) to him.

" I wish I could be with her till my last day" ( I'm crying 😭 )

Okay so in this Levi's point of view is clear as fuck, he loves Mikasa and wants to spend the rest of his life by her side. Note: this is the past Levi saying he wished he could stay with her until the end.

"she said she gave all her love to me, we dreamt a new life, some place to be at peace" Levi is probably implying that Mikasa cares about him now. Idk how, after reading this verse ANYONE could even think this is about anyone else but Levi and Mikasa. After all Levi's teashop dream and mikasa's desire to have a family all lead to a peaceful quiet life doesn't it? Mikasa returning to a ordinary girl is also her having a peaceful life. " She said She gave all her love to me' idk about y'all but this gives me hints of some promises, it's such a rivamika thing to do in my opinion.

"I lost my dreams in this disaster"

They BOTH dreams of the same peaceful life, but they both had to let go of what they WANT in order to survive, the disaster that got in the middle is the rumbling.

Now for the chorus

"I'm crying missing my lover.."

Okay so idk if I talked about this enough before so I'll quickly touch on the fact that Levi "doesn't know " why Mikasa is SO attached to Eren is because he is jealous. 😒😒 Yeah okay y'all may have won this but even in my anti rivamika Goggles I can see his surpassed jealousy. THINK about it ? Levi is always on the frame when Mikasa is concerned for Eren and he always somehow breaks their convos it's a low-key thing Levi does but the tension is there. It's like when a newborn child is born and the mother gives all her time to the child because it's her child and the father often gets jealous because of it. No matter how you think about it Levi never had someone care for him in such way, even if it ain't romantic, it's jealosuy in some way or another. From his dead mother to uncle Kenny who left him, to countless deaths of his friends and comrades he had to bare it alone and carry it on his shoulder for so long. He is the definition of being lonely at the top, because of his strength. But not with Mikasa, the care she shows for Eren is unlike any other characters care in the series, in my unbiased opinion ( for the 50th time) Levi wants to be treated the same way. And he knows that Eren doesn't appreciate mikasa nearly enough. And no one better then Levi knowns what it's like to miss love from your life.

And so I have to say that he is missing her although he has been living with Mikasa ( and others ) for so long. Let's not forget that Levi is the most emotional character in the anime so obviously if from his POV he said he was crying missing his lover - being loved by Mikasa and added "I don't have the power on my side forever" he knows his weakness and it makes complete sense lmao. Alluding to "humanity's strongest" everyone thinks you're always strong but the fact Levi is actually emotional which is why he doesn't have the "power on his side forever".

"Oh where is my lover" again I have been saying this man is the most patient thing when it comes to mikasa and this is what I mean.

"I'm standing alone (....) Calling out you're name" so this is me referring to my previous post where I mentioned the unnatural amount of time Levi called mikasa's name through out the whole manga. It's sad but Levi has always been alone hasn't he? Even when he had Erwin and hanji and his old squad he was always a lone man due to his powers, I could see the barrier that his power puts between him and everyone else ( apart from Mikasa ofc). But it's strange because y'all remember Mike ? He was thought to be only 2nd best to Levi and yet he was still not nearly there. Interesting.

This could be a example of what I mean I say he is a lone man. After all his future wife and soulmate is literally busy babying another man right Infront of him ( no wonder he looks pissed of all the time lmao 💀 ).

Finally "calling out your name"

"MIKASA? MIKASA!! MIKASA.."

That was 90% of Levi's lines in the recent chapters lmao. I interpret this as Levi knowing this is the conclusion to Eren and mikasa's story and he knows he is the one who can get Mikasa back to reality. He finally called out her name, it's not even a freaking joke, he was literally calling her name and saying her name to himself ughh. Anyway like I said it's like he has accepted a part of him that he kept hidden for a while and now something new has awakened.

IN CONCLUSION, rivamika shippers kinda won this battle 🙄💔 and but tbh as an anti I have to admit that everybody is so wrong if they think this song is about anyone else but Levi and Mikasa 🤡🤡. It's clearly from perspective of Levi from the future who is remembering the past and his feelings for mikasa during it.

(( This is basically all the lyrics and I can't be bothered with the two different lines in the 2nd verse lmao y'all get the idea that rivamika canon yes? Okay.

Can we normalise using #rivamikacanon everytime we talk about them because 🥵

Thank you all for reading my bullshit analysis once freaking again I love y'all so much it's never r a bad at in rivamika Tumblr 😚😚 I hope this made sense lmao ))

#rivamika #levimika #levi x mikasa #rivamika analysis #리바미카 #rivamikacanon #its 3 am and i want to pass away ahah 🥴

[angelanimedesaray]

A Demon’s Promise Part 4:  Quick Hits  (NSFW)

AN:  Iiiiiiiii might have been kinda sorta dared to use the gif in this last smut chapter...plus I couldn’t resist XD XD XD it was too good/perfect/amusing to me lol

Oh, yeah, this is the last smut chapter guys, strap in for the plot...and angst.  Looooots of angst...

Characters:  Incubus!Levi, Reader, Various BG Characters

Pairing:  (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings:  Language.  The consent is starting to get a little dubious, if you ask me.  Also I think some stuff in here could be considered as gaslighting.  SMUT (which means time for the kink list):  Bathtub Sex, double penetration, praise kink, breeding kink, oral, Public Sex, Fingering, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, degradation, Tail Play, no protection, wall sex, a dash of aftercare.

Word Count:  7074

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*Reader’s POV*

After the night that you treated Levi, things were...different, when he came to you in your dreams.  And not necessarily in a good way.  It wasn’t anything bad, per say, but if there had ever been a hint of intimacy, it wasn’t there, now.  The entire exchange was now strictly sex.  There was a distance to him now that hadn’t been there before, like he was holding you at arm’s length emotionally, trying to avoid something like that happening again, like you’d spooked him or something.  Any attempt you made to focus on him once again like you had before was immediately shut down.  You’d eventually learned to stop trying.

Of course, he didn’t disappear entirely.  If anything, you saw him more now.  He was still coming to you in your dreams while you were in bed, and he still made you feel...divine, each time.  The difference was that he came to you now whenever you fell asleep, even if it was a quick nap, or an accidental doze--and you were strangely starting to doze off far more often than you used to.

Were you developing narcolepsy as well, now?  What was going on in your brain?  Did medicine even have an answer for what was happening to you?  You’d seen two or three doctors already, and you still weren’t any closer to finding an answer.

And yet the dreams persisted, intensified, and came far more frequently...

(Two weeks ago)

Your heels ached, shoulders bunched up and tense, making you roll them instinctively and roll your head side to side to try and loosen up the tension as you trudged through your home, leaving a slight trail of clothes as you gathered your me time supplies on your way to the bathroom.  A small pint of your favorite ice cream, a bottle of your favorite drink, wireless earbuds to play music in, and aches and pains bath salts poured into the steaming hot running water.  Your supplies were gathered on a little table you pulled next to the bathtub before climbing inside, sinking into the hot and now scented water with a low moan, sinking into the dangerously full bathtub all the way up to your earlobes, stretching your legs out in front of you and letting the water splash across the afflicted areas.

It had been a rough day at work, and you were taking the time to treat yourself and unwind a bit, especially since you had another shift in about 18 hours.

After taking a few moments to simply enjoy the feeling of the tension leaving your tired muscles, you sat up properly in the tub, leaning back and grabbing your snacks to indulge in your treat to yourself.  Your music was turned down low in your ears, loud enough you could hear it comfortably, but not excessively loud like you sometimes did when you were dancing around or getting in the zone while you did housework.  The ice cream disappeared in what felt like seconds, and you got halfway through your drink before it started to sit forgotten on the nightstand in favor of soaking in the heat of the water again, aware that you were starting to sweat, steam covering up the mirrors, the only sound in the room the occasional ripple of water, which you couldn’t quite hear over the music in your ears.

You leaned your head back to rest on the rim of the tub behind your head, closed your eyes, took a deep breath, sank as far as you could into the water without submerging your headphones…

The water suddenly sloshed in disturbance, splashing over the edge as another leg appeared in the water beside you, your eyes shooting open to see Levi climbing into the tub with you like it was the most normal thing, eyes rising from where he was carefully and strategically climbing into the tub with you, up to your wide-eyed gaze.

His hand reached out to gently remove the earbud before you could, already reaching over for the other one as he started to speak.

“Don’t worry--I’ll make sure you don’t drown falling asleep in the tub,” he said with the slightest twitch upwards in his lips towards a smirk at his dark humor joke, taking the other earbud out of your ear and setting both on the nightstand as he settled closer to you, chest pressing up against yours, waist settling between your legs even though it took some maneuvering, your right leg now dangling out of the tub to spread you wide enough he could settle between your legs in the tight space.  One of his hands reached just behind your head to grip the rim of the bathtub and hold him up, bringing him close enough to your face that he could plant a steamy kiss on your lips, his other hand slipping between the two of you to start rubbing and swirling around your clit and folds in the hot water, the relaxed state you had been in now proving advantageous not only for your unwind time after work, but for Levi’s attempt to loosen your body up for him.

Had you really fallen asleep in the bathtub?  That was a new one for you, especially considering all the horror stories built up in your mind from that one story you heard as a child about a woman drowning in the bathtub after falling asleep.

Levi’s fingers slipped inside of you, stretching you out and making you moan lowly into his lips, water sloshing out of the tub as you both rocked into each other, and you felt his tail slipping around your back to help support you and hold you close to him, the tip curling back around to your front near your chest, floating lazily in the water and occasionally tickling your skin.

“There won’t be much time before you wake up...you don’t mind if I speed things up, do you?” he asked against your lips.  His fingers were working you rather quickly, the speed he was trying to get you loose and ready for him causing a pleasant burn inside you.

“If it’s gonna be quick, at least leave me satisfied,” you murmured in response.  The last thing you wanted was to wake up sexually frustrated having to do it yourself.

His fingers curled tighter around the edge of the bathtub, the hand stretching you open for him in the water disappearing long enough to guide himself to you.  It was harder to do while you were submerged, considering the water would wash away that natural lubricant that made sliding inside you much easier.  It was part of the reason why for once he had to guide himself in, why his hand shifted to your waist for added stability and leverage.  He had to grind and thrust a little harder and more than normal to gradually bury himself inside you, swallowing your gasps and moans with his mouth as he pushed deeper inside you.

It also helped keep you from swallowing any of the water as it splashed out of the tub in torrents with every thrust, soaking most of your hair, splashing across your faces but not interrupting the kiss as he kept firmly locked with your lips.  One of your hands gripped at his thigh to keep him pulled close to you, occasionally sliding a little higher to grip at his ass, while your other hand ran up his neck and twined into his slightly damp hair thanks to the steam and the splashing water, nails scratching lightly against the close shave of his undercut.

Once he was buried deep inside you, he didn’t dare pull out and go through the difficult entry again in the water.  Instead, he ground his hips into yours, rocking his hips in more than a basic up and down motion to let his cock explore your insides, rubbing against your walls and stretching them out, rubbing against the sensitive spots he could reach as his kiss deepened.

The water was noticeably lessened by now with all your movements, and a few times he had to grab at the bathtub rim again as his grip slipped, your back pressed against the side of the tub as his chest pressed harder against yours.

It was a little uncomfortable, given the tight space, the way your leg had to dangle out of the tub, the hard surface of the tub in general, and the way he couldn’t pull out without risking some dry friction, but something about...his taste, or maybe the smell in the air between his natural scent and the relaxing scents of the salts you’d put in the water, or perhaps the way he made his cock hit the same sweet spots over and over once he realized where they were...something about it kept you excited, made the water suddenly feel cool against your flushed skin as he rocked you both towards a climax.

When your climax did hit, it was almost a relief, causing your body to loosen further and relaxation to seep through you from the orgasm flushing through your body.  Levi kept himself buried deep inside you as your climaxes ran their course, his kiss heady and deep, making you feel drowsy, eyelids fluttering…

You accidentally snorted some of the water in the tub as your nose slipped below the water line, and you woke with a start, sputtering and trying to snort the water back out as it burned and made your eyes water, looking around in confusion at your silent bathroom once more.  Your first concern, after realizing Levi was nowhere to be seen, was your headphones, which would have been submerged if you had slipped low enough to inhale water through your nose.

There were no headphones in your ear.  They were resting unharmed and perfectly dry on the little table next to the bathtub, and the water level around you was much lower than it had been when you’d nodded off a few...however long ago.

Still coughing and sputtering, you pulled the plug and climbed out of the water that now felt lukewarm and unpleasant against your skin after that steamy dream.  You wanted nothing more than to find some soft warm clothes and relax.  Well, the relaxing part your time was up for--it was housework and dinner for you now, before you went to bed.

Climbing out of the tub, you almost slipped, discovering water splashed recklessly all over the floor, like half the tub had been emptied onto the floor while you’d fallen asleep.

Still shaky and in a rush to warm up, you didn’t pay it much mind at the time, thinking it was just a mess from your startled awake movements and your hasty exit out of the tub, not realizing it was too much water to have been displaced by those two simple movements.

You were too concerned grumbling under your breath because you had to stop and mop up the water with towels while you were starting to freeze before you could dash off to your bedroom to get fresh pajamas to wander the house in.

You had a thirty minute lunch break.

After finding it difficult to sleep the night before, and feeling groggy and unrested when you did wake up, you were looking forward to a quick nap in your car instead of using it to actually eat.  You were still fairly full after your breakfast this morning, so you were sure you could probably last until dinner if you skipped lunch.  You needed sleep more than food right now, anyway.

Alarm set for twenty minutes, seat leaned back as far as it would go and doors locked, your coat draped over you like a poor excuse for a blanket, you closed your eyes with a weary sigh, feeling slightly giddy at the thought of a few moment’s rest.

You’d just started to feel the falling sensation of nodding off despite the unorthodox bed you’d made yourself when you began to feel it between your legs.  The familiar sensation of fingers prodding, stroking, rubbing.

You should have known--falling asleep these days meant Levi would be there, even if it was for a few moments between shifts at work.

“Levi…” you grumbled, feeling those fingers already working your pants and panties off at the same time, or at least low enough to give him access.  Your eyes were still closed, as if keeping them closed gave you a better chance at slipping into the dreamless sleep that had alluded you since this started.

“I’ll keep it quick,” he promised, his lips and teeth grazing along your thighs and pelvis, making you shudder and moan softly, especially when you felt his breath puffing softly against the entrance of your pussy.  “Is that all right?” he murmured, already starting to part your folds to give his lips and tongue access.

Fuck...

Of course he was going to eat you out, the one sinful act that turned you to putty, that made your insides ache just at the thought.  You’d kill for the sight of him between your legs, and if you just turned your head a little and opened your eyes.

His tongue dipped inside you, and your body trembled, breath catching as you opened your tired eyes to look down at him, the world around you hazy as soon as he locked eyes with you.  You knew he was kneeling down between your legs, mouth locking around your labia as his tongue pushed deeper, making you squirm and moan slightly, hips rocking into his face.  His eyes never left yours, though.  The steel blue and grey burning intensely into you, watching your every move as if making sure you were responding the way he wanted to as the sound of him licking and sucking on his meal reached your ears, making you feel that lighthearted sense of quick arousal.  He released your labia to suddenly wrap his lips around your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly against it the same time he sucked gently on it.  Your breathing grew shallow as he alternated between your clit and your entrance, using his mouth alone to pleasure you, driving you quickly to an edge in what you thought might be record time.

It was like he was on a time limit.  Like he was trying to see how hard and fast he could make you cum.

When you whimpered, your body giving a warning tense and shudder, Levi suddenly pulled away, causing you to groan in disappointment.  You’d thought he’d been going for a quick orgasm, not--

He was crawling over you, hands placed carefully along your seat to avoid pressing down on you as he lined himself up, his hard cock pressing against your entrance and already leaking pre-cum.  Had he been keeping his hands free to get himself ready at the same time?

You didn’t get long to dwell on his methods before he was pushing inside you, your wound up body accepting him gratefully while you moaned, feeling his loosened, unbuttoned jeans rubbing against your thighs with every thrust.  One of his hands lifted your shirt so he could lower his head to your breast, doing something he hadn’t done in a while and letting his lips and hands play with your breasts and nipples while his cock thrusted into you, quickly filling you and causing the wet slap of skin on skin to fill the enclosed space of your car.

His grunts against the skin of your chest were quiet but still there, your body feeling unnaturally hot wherever he touched you, as if stirring you to further sensitivity that made you cum before you could even realize what was happening.

Were you really that easy to please when it came to him?  It was like you were cumming on command at this point, like it was a trained response to his advances.  It was a bit unfair.

Though, it helped that he tended to follow close after, like he was in a similar position.

Levi grunted far more audibly, muffling a low moan by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while he rode out his own orgasm, hips bucking up deep into you a few times before he slowly pulled out, quietly cleaning himself up and making you both decent once again before you felt yourself slip into sleep for what felt like a few seconds.

You were woken up by your phone alarm going off, informing you that your time was up and you needed to get back to work.

At least he wasn’t ever ambitious in these daydream visits, keeping it to one and done so that you didn’t miss too much of what was happening in reality while you took these small day pleasure trips.

His timing could be a bit better, though.  This was starting to tax your sleep and general feeling of being rested.  If you couldn’t even close your eyes for a few moments without him showing up in an almost lucid dream to fuck you, your energy was about to evaporate.

(One Week Ago)

You just wanted to shut your brain off for a while.  You were a couple doctor visits into trying to figure out what was happening to you, and work was killing you lately.  You had more aches and pains than normal, Levi’s frequent visits were leaving you feeling filled and stretched all the time, as well as tired, even if it was in your dreams--like it was somehow disrupting your rest.  It had been a rough day at work as well, and after all the rushing and trying to keep up with the awful pace of the day, you just wanted to be mindless for a while.

Maybe you should try to take some of your saved up vacation days to try and bounce back.  You were slipping into a state of constant exhaustion, and people were noticing.  Right now you could still function and manage despite it, but before long, you were certain you were going to crash and burn.  Hopefully it would be on a day off, and not on a day you were supposed to work.  You needed those paychecks.

Besides, you had more doctor’s visits coming up--more follow ups, more tests…

You sighed heavily, burying your face in the couch pillow as the sound of the TV turned into white noise.  You weren’t supposed to be thinking right now, just watching mindless television in a semi-fetal position on the couch.  You weren’t even interested in the show, honestly, it was just there, making it hard to focus and starting to build a restless feeling inside you.

As if you’d summoned him, you felt a weight behind you, an arm draping over your middle and slowly moving up the center of your chest in a light rub, legs molding into a half-bent position along yours, pelvis pressed up against your ass, his breath tickling your neck.

Right now, though, you didn’t much mind.  This was more ideal than recently.  Hell, you were the one bored out of your mind and not wanting to think right now.  But there was still that twinge of discomfort at the reminder of just how often he’d been coming to you recently.  You were starting to burn out.

Not yet, but you were getting there

“Do you mind?” he asked in a murmur along the top curve of your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

“No,” you mumbled into the pillow, feeling his hand slowly start to slide under your clothes and undress you at the admission.  “But this is starting to get a bit excessive, you know.”

He paused for a moment, your jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, shirt pulled up partially, his hand slipped between your skin and the fabric of your jeans and panties, paused just short of pushing them downwards.

“But right now?” he asked hesitantly, needing a bit of clarification after your comment.

“Go ahead.  I don’t want to think right now.  Could you just...make me forget some things?” you answered, your voice still muffled by the pillow, yet he seemed to understand every word you said.

“I can do that,” he answered in a surprisingly reassuring purr, pushing your pants and panties down to your knees and leaving it up to you to push them further down--which you did, kicking them to the edge of the couch.  Once your legs were free, he grasped one of them and hooked it back behind his leg, spreading your legs open enough for him to have easy access.  His hand slipped back under your shirt after that, fingers stretching wide to stroke across your chest--and not just against your breasts.  His lips lazily trailed along your throat and neck, and his hips rocked against you from behind, causing his cock to rub against your ass and slide slightly between your cheeks, coming closer to your pussy inch by inch.  Unexpectedly, you felt his tail drape over the exposed thigh of the leg he’d draped behind his, coming up to your exposed pussy and starting to rub against your folds with the thicker, more muscly part of his tail while the tip tickled your abdomen and thighs as it flicked between the two.

You moaned quietly, leaning your head back and towards him, inadvertently giving him more access to more of your throat, which he promptly took advantage of, lips and teeth grazing against your skin.  “Just like that…”

His hand slid further up, appearing from beneath your collar and gripping lightly at your throat.  "Are you still mine?" He whispered in your ear, his voice causing you to shudder, and you felt his cock start to rub against your pussy as well, his other hand holding your leg firmly in place hooked around his and out of the way.

"Yes…" you sighed, his thumb stroking along your pulse point in your throat.

"Can I still breed you?"

His cock was perfectly positioned to thrust up into you, and you whimpered at the feel and his words, knowing well what came next.

"Yes, please," you whispered, moaning rather loudly when his tail shifted out of the way and his cock trusted up inside you in one sharp thrust. Not all the way, though.  You were tighter than usually, especially considering the bit of prep he'd given you and how willing you were right now.

Levi grunted, thrusting a little harder to push further in, his other hand pulling your leg further back to open you wide.

"Someone needs a good stretching if they're going to be bred like my good little cockslut," he whispered in your ear.  You hadn't realized how much you were missing the dirty talk until his words went right to your core and poured more heat in your belly.

As soon as he said it, you felt his tail start to slide in beside his cock.  The resulting stretch from the double penetration as more and more of him pushed inside your pussy made you whimper and cry out, even as his tail opened you up and made it easier for his cock to slide in.

While his cock trusted in and out of you in an effortless pace thanks to how wide and wet you were quickly becoming, his tail pushed a little further into the places his cock couldn't reach, coiling inside you and rubbing against your sweet spots.  You were a moaning mess, Levi's hand crawling a little higher to stick his fingers in your mouth, which you obediently began to suck, your pleased sounds now muffled by your efforts.

"You wanted to forget?  I'll make you forget.  You'll be my personal cum factory right now and tonight, and you can feed my hungry cock every sweet drop your pussy has to give.  Deal?" You nodded, moaning against his fingers, which he pulled out with a growled, "I can't hear you!"

"Yes!" You gasped, breath catching as you felt him coax an orgasm from your body seconds after he put his fingers back in your mouth.

He didn't stop thrusting after you came--he continued his merciless pace with the double penetration until he came.  At that point, he flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach, repositioning your legs so he could continue taking you, cumming what should have been impossibly two more times inside you from that position as your body started to struggle to prove him the orgasms from you that he thought.

You certainly forgot, though.  You forgot everything in those moments, except when he turned you over a third time  to take you again, lips locking with yours in that kiss that seemed to pull at your soul, lighting a fire inside your body that seemed to accelerate your recovery and squeeze out a few last orgasms from your drained body, his eyes locked with yours the whole time your body felt aflame, flickering between the steel blue and the black and gold.

With the last orgasm, your mind went white, memory of the whole thing going hazy, and you barely managed to stagger off the couch and to bed before slipping into a deep sleep, where he was waiting for you amid the black silks to continue like he'd promised, where there were no limitations to stop the two of you from going literally all night.

The exhaustion was officially impacting your daily life.  Your friends were the first to notice that you were acting completely drained all the time, asking if you were getting enough sleep.  You’d simply snorted and gave the wry reply of too much sleep and tried to brush it off.

But then your coworkers started noticing.  You were slowing down, you ached and hurt more often and much easier, you made more mistakes.  Then your boss noticed, when it had gotten so bad that they pulled you aside for a discussion about your performance and to ask what was going on.

At that point, you had to come clean that you had some medical issues going on, and that you were seeing some doctors trying to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it.

That was how you ended up with a medical leave while your doctor’s visits continued--though it would only last so long before they would have to let you go.

On one of the nights that you didn’t have a doctor’s appointment, however, some of your friends had scheduled a night off so that all of you could go out.  It was a sweet gesture, an attempt to get your mind off of whatever was happening with you and the doctor’s visits, plus now the threat of possibly losing your job if you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you and do something to help you work like you used to again.  There were a lot of stressors right now, and the night out was meant to help get your mind off them.  Dinner, a movie, some clubbing if you felt up to it by the end of the night.  Which you did.  Dinner had been great, the movie was good--it wasn’t one that was going to end up on your list of favorites, but it was still good--and you weren’t feeling particularly exhausted at the moment.  You felt rather at ease, and were still up to some fun.

So, you’d all gone to a local nightclub based on majority vote, all of you sticking close together and keeping an eye on one another for safety, moving in pairs, but for the majority, enjoying your night with loud music and each other’s company.

At one point, you decided to duck away to go to the bathroom.  You paired up with one of your friends to go for safety, but upon arriving, it was a single bathroom, so she waited outside while you went about your business inside.

The music was more muted in here, oddly enough, and it was a little more peaceful.  You hummed the lyrics of the song playing in the nightclub to yourself as you washed your hands, keeping your eyes down on the bubbles that lathered across your skin before watching them disappear down the drain, looking up to grab one of the paper towels from the dispenser next to you.

In the mirror, you saw someone standing behind you--no, not just someone, Levi.

Whether he was familiar to you or not, it was still extremely unexpected, considering you were alone in a locked room, and you whipped around with a startled scream that was quickly cut off by his hand over your mouth before it could reach a volume that could be heard outside by your friend.

Deep inside you, there was a twinge of fear as your mind started to race with questions at seeing him tangibly in front of you.  Had you fallen asleep?  No, you couldn't have, there was no moment for you to doze off, this had to be real.  If it was real, how the hell had he gotten inside?  The door was locked, your friend was outside the door, how else--?

What did he intend to do now that he was here?

The terrifying questions swirled up inside you as Levi pushed you back against the wall--firmly, but still gently, with his hand still over your mouth to keep you from crying out.

"Calm down, it's just me," he said soothingly, holding your wide eyed gaze.  "It's okay…"

You felt your body start to relax at his words, the fear suddenly lying draining away as you leaned in towards him, his hand pulling away from your mouth once it was clear you weren't going to scream again.

Of course it was okay.  He'd been  visiting you for how long now? Almost two months? And his visits always consisted of one thing, and it was never intentionally harmful considering the deal between you two had been for him to pleasure you.

Levi picked you up, setting you down on the sink counter with his hands on either side of your waist, watching you and your reactions intently.  You were looking around at the small one person bathroom with a slight frown before turning your attention back to his hypnotic gaze.

"I have to be dreaming, if I'm seeing you...Did I really fall asleep here?" You asked, feeling Levi's fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb brushing against your lips as he held your gaze, appearing to debate his answer.

"Yes," he eventually said.  His other hand removed itself from your side as he pressed closer, standing between your legs and undoing the button and zipper on his pants.  "May I?" He asked in a low murmur, pausing just short of pulling himself out.

You nodded hesitantly, even as a thrill went through you.  You'd always wanted to be daring enough to try public sex at least once.  Though, if you were asleep, did this really count?  You probably should have said no, with the way these escapades were affecting your daily life, but whenever he was standing in front of, his eyes locked with yours, making your body feel hot and needy and pulling you in with just his eyes, turning you to putty in his hands…

You couldn't say no.  Not that you'd tried to.

Besides, this approach was...different.  He seemed a little softer than he had been recently.  Recently it had been fuck after fuck, just pounding and pouring into you, filling you with his seed, draining you of your already low reserves of energy in the process.  Rough sex, quick sex, quick hits in the day to unleash his cock inside you at least once, and rough long nights where he experimented more and tried things out with you to keep things interesting, but the sex went on much, much longer, with more loads dumped in your pussy than you'd thought possible, physically.  But of course, they were dreams.  Levi could cum inside you as much as he wanted in dreams, there were no physical limits.

Now he seemed to be taking his time, his advances careful and thought out, patient and well placed.  He wasn't trying to stimulate you first for once--he'd pulled his cock out of his pants and was now rubbing himself to get himself worked up, gaze roaming over your body as he reached back to pull a small bottle of travel sized like out of his back pocket and add it onto his dick, making his cock glisten and a wet sound start to fill the bathroom.

Wait...had you ever seen him use lube before in your dreams?

You reached out towards his cock, replacing his hand with your own and starting to work him beneath your fingers, Levi moaning softly against your touch and thrusting slowly into your hand as he reached behind you to turn on the water and wash his hand of the lube as best as he could.

It didn't take too much to get him hard and ready to enter you, going from giving him a quick hand job to get him hard to teasing and playing with his cock while you waited for him, watching the precum leaking from his cock wet your fingers as you teased his tip.  Levi was undoing your pants and panties, getting them to shimmy down against the hard sink surface and fall into a bunch at your ankles, considering your shoes were still on.  Once the clothes weren't a problem anymore, he came closer, your hand removed from his cock as it started to press against your entrance experimentally.  You were a little wet, but this was going to burn some if he was going to just press inside you now like this.

As if to assume your concerns, one of his hands dipped between your legs, playing idly with your clit and folds between the rubbing along your entrance that his cock was doing.  At the same time, he leaned it--you thought to kiss you like he sometimes did, but his head angled at the last moment, and he started kissing and nibbling along your neck and jaw.

"I've been rough with you recently, haven't I?" He asked in a low murmur, lips moving against your ear.  "I'll be more gentle tonight, so you can rest," he promised, and with that, he finally pushed inside you, little at a time.  It was still a burning stretch, though the lube made it easier, Levi grunting slightly and letting out lewd little exhales against your skin as he pushed deeper and deeper.  And, once he managed to bury himself all the way inside you, he started his thrusting in and out.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, the sensation somehow feeling new and delicious despite the simplicity of what the two of you were doing.  Levi continued to lather your throat with attention, though you noticed he wasn't marking you this time, maybe as part of his promise to be gentler with you tonight.  Levi continued his thrusts inside you, and you arched against him, head thrown back, ass sliding closer to the edge of the counter and him, pushing him deeper inside you as you let out a deep moan.

Why did this feel so good?

"That's a good girl...that's it...cum for me, next. Just one small orgasm.  Come on...we're almost there.  Climax with me," Levi encouraged you, switching to praise for once instead of pure dirty talk and some degradation.  It worked, though, shudders and tingles going through your whole body as you felt yourself pulled to an orgasm, cumming not long before Levi and feeling a bit of a leak along your inner thighs.

Levi started to pull out and away, but you stopped him, gripping to his shirt sleeve before he could pull all the way out.  'Wait, wait--again.  Please."

"I'm trying to be gentle with you," Levi said cautiously after a moment's pause.

"I know, but it...it feels so good...and so different...just one more--I have one more in me," you pleaded, pulling him closer again by the sleeve and feeling his cock slipping back inside you from the proximity.  Levi glanced at the door, then back at your needy expression.

"All right, one more," he relented, wrapping his arms under your ass to pick you up, causing you to slide further onto his cock in the process before he had you squeeze his waist with your knees and thighs--you couldn't wrap your legs around him considering your shoes kept your panties and pants from sliding entirely off.  He pressed your back up against the wall to help support you, sliding you down enough that you were more accessible but you weren't going to slide free and fall to the floor in the middle of sex.

Once he had you in place, chest pressed against yours for some added stability, he started to thrust up into you, your body still sensitive from the last orgasm.  Which meant it wouldn't take long, but it was still going to feel amazing.

Between his grunts and your moans, it was easy to tune out the sound of the club outside the bathroom, your fingers digging into his back as your body shuddered where it was trapped between him and the wall.

"Y/N?  Are you okay in there?  It's been a while…"

Your friend's voice was unexpected, and almost pulled you out of the moment entirely, except for the fact that Levi gave a sharp thrust that made you whimper and any attempt at a reply cut off.

"What's some public sex without a little risk?" He murmured against your ear, and you felt his words go straight to your core, warmth pooling and threatening to spill over with how close you already were.

You'd lost your voice for a moment, and your friend knocked on the door.  Levi kept thrusting though, unbothered, like discovery wasn't going to stop him.

"Are you going to answer her? Before she gets security to unlock the door and catch us?" Levi asked in a challenge, even as he picked up the pace and made it harder for you to answer.

But you had to before she could interrupt further, like he said.

"I'm okay!" You called back quickly as Levi was pulling out, biting down on your moan as he thrust back inside, his teeth nibbling at your collar.  "Just give me...a few minutes," you hurried to say, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as you leaned your head back, so close to the edge.

"Minutes?  Are you planning on asking for more?" Levi asked.  He had a point, you were seconds away from falling apart under him.

"Keep going," you gasped in response, not about to be left hanging right here.  He chuckled slightly at your curt response, but obeyed, continuing to thrust up into you.  You knew his pace could be much more punishing, which just further confirmed that he was being careful with you.  Though this definitely provided more of a build up with a delicious pay off.

With a few more thrusts, Levi pulled another orgasm from you, a small whimper escaping your lips as you went limp around him and he had to hold you up, your breathing shallow.

"That's enough for now--you still have your evening to enjoy," Levi said before you could ask for one more, carrying you over to the sink and using the water and paper towels to clean you and himself up while you were catching your breath.  Once you were fully clothed again and he'd tucked himself away, he threaded his fingers through your hair on either side, holding your gaze intently.  "Besides...I'll be back tonight," he said in a low voice.

The next thing you knew you were sitting on your knees on the floor with a nasty head rush, vision coming slowly back from a full back, your hand leaning back to catch yourself on the cold floor.  Disorientation and confusion seeped through your whole body, a hand on your head to try and stop the room from spinning, even as you realized that familiar after-sex feeling you had from your dreams felt far more real and tangible than ever before.

What the hell just happened?

(Present)

Yet another doctor’s appointment.

You had more symptoms to give them this time, though you were pretty sure it wasn’t from whatever was afflicting you.  If anything, it was a result of the exhaustion you were dealing with.  Your physical health had started to plummet as well, and you were getting sick more often.  Nothing serious that required hospital stays, but you were waking up with aches and pains beyond what was caused from the sex in your dreams.  You also had headaches, lethargy and no energy, and you were even starting to get nauseous, throwing up and having problems stomaching some food…

Most of it was in the mornings, but it didn’t get much better the further into the day it got.

Not only was your physical health being affected, but at this point, the uncertainty of what was happening was starting to scare you as well as the apparent increase in these sexual dreams, despite Levi’s occasional reassurances.  Obviously it hadn’t scared you right away, especially since it seemed as soon as you started to actually become fearful, the dreams would mellow.  Some of that distance between yourself and Levi would melt away in favor of reassurance, luring you back into a false sense of security before you were back in the hospital, back to discussing what was wrong with you, reminded of the series of visits trying to diagnose your strange condition with no luck.

Until, today, it reached an abrupt and impossible revelation with something they hadn’t even been testing for, to your knowledge.

Everything you thought you’d known, upended.  All the dreams, both night and day, Levi’s visits, your struggle with how real it always seemed despite the fact they were almost always clearly dreams, everything simply...stopped, with two simple words from your most recent doctor.

“You’re pregnant.”

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devil’s demise.

yandere!bakugo x reader  wattpad link : x archiveofourown link : x this book will contain lots of gory themes and  uncomfortable topics. if you are easily triggered by death, violence, self-harm, kidnapping, rape, and etc, please do not read. ————————————————————— you were sitting at lunch, enjoying the freshly packed lunch that contained [favorite food], [vegetable/snack], and [drink]. letting the cold air breeze through your white uniform shirt, you sighed and thought about your day. how dare this bastard talk to you again? he said he’d give you time to accept and think over his apology, but did he really mean it? what would he do if you accepted and forgave him? these thoughts clouded your mind, your now spilled drink going unnoticed till a few minutes later.  “shit,” you muttered. “i have to go inside to get a paper towel now.” sighing at your idiotic self, you got up, dusting the dirt from the rooftop off of your [pants/skirt], and headed inside with your lunchbox in hand just incase a thief decided to come along. scanning over the lunchroom, the place was packed with kids. people in large crowds or small ones gathered all around the room, filled with the stench of must, heat, and food. you scowled, your nose flaring up from it. ‘i’ll grab what i need and leave quickly,’ you hoped, not wanting to be in there for long. some of the tables you walked by, immediately gave you an idea of what their purpose was. the football team, basketball team, volleyball team, and soccer team sat on one side of the room at multiple tables all together. friends and other people hanging out at other brown, basic tables, you scanned over all of them until your eyes caught the attention of something. well, someone. bakugo sat at a table, his fake expression of annoyance plastered on his features. sat next to him were some males, and the rest were females who were under his “charming” spell, drooling and fighting with each other over the boy as if it was a war and bakugo was the last meal. his eyes met yours for a split second, causing you to speed up and head to the paper towel dispenser. not looking back, you pretended you didn’t see anything. bakugo’s pov [pronoun] might’ve thought bakugo didn’t see [pronoun], but he did. standing up, he scowled, looking at kirishima and sero. “i’ll be back, don’t follow me idiots. same goes for ya’ll,” he pointed at the girls. they squealed in response, the hearts in their eyes unmistakably visible. he rolled his eyes mentally. ‘basic. all of them.’ catching up to you rather quickly, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “hey, dum- [name],” he called, the change in his tone going from tough to soft rather quickly. [name] sighed, the nervous expression was painted on their face clearly even though [pronoun] tried to hide it. the blond ignored the look, because frankly, he didn’t give a flying fuck. he then proceeded to smirk at you, a smirk you knew all too well. “do you want me to treat you to dinner today? we can go while it’s bright out, but i don’t have to walk you home or anything. i could even-” he was going to propose something else, but you raised your hand. “bakugo, i don’t trust you. we’re like water and fire; opposite sides of one thing. i’ll have to decline,” [name] spoke, [pronoun]’s voice coming out in a whisper. “at least let me eat lunch with you tomorrow.” he begged, his red entrancing orbs traveling to the floor beside him. you sighed, paper towels clenched inside your hands, and a half-irritated look on your face. “fine. once. that’s it. and don’t forget anything, ‘cuz i’m not buying you shit.” you hissed, turning around. while you were walking off in hurried stomps, bakugo had a sinister grin on his face, his red eyes lighting up like a bomb. [pronoun]’ll be mine soon. these are the baby steps- the trial and error period. you’ll need me eventually, and love me. me only; me alone. nobody will treat you like i do. kirishima came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. “c’mon dude, lunch is over.” he said, the blonde boy’s head snapping towards the red-head’s. “eh? yeah. let’s go,” he said, his eyes traveled to sero, who was waving at the both of them to hurry it up. timeskip ; afterschool you walked home, sighing with your bag slung over your shoulder and your phone in your hand. swiping it open after entering the passcode, you went to open discord, seeing notifications and the dms you had gotten from your online friends. you had told them all about bakugo, since the time you were being bullied, you found that people on the internet, or at least some, were kind-hearted and always willing to help. clicking on your main groupchat, you typed in a message. levi saying pp [username] : i’m home bitches catboychrollo : HEYYY xiorra . : hey lol fagmentality : WASSUH [username] : bakugo asked me to lunch, wtf do i do catboychrollo : say yes, and then eat his food xiorra . : say no. fagmentality : say yes and then get the bank and the clout [username] : already said fine EL OH EL!!! :lizarddancing: [username] was removed from the groupchat. closing your phone, you laughed and rolled your eyes. ‘they’ll add me back later,’ you thought, pushing forward to get to your house. it wasn’t rich, but wasn’t poor either. a small 2 story house sat on the empty streets, cars passing by occasionally as you shuffled and pulled out your keys from your jacket pocket. but little did you know, someone was watching you. but who else could that be than the bakugo katsuki? trailing behind you from the bushes, he masked his presence and made little to no noise unless a car drove by. his eyes followed you intensively, as he wanted to make sure you got home safely. scratch that, you needed to get home safely. you needed him to watch over you for these types of things, so you wouldn’t get kidnapped or get hurt. his love couldn’t get hurt. he wouldn’t allow it. plus, his day was already shit. it was fine of him to do this for his own comfort, right? right? he had to go home to see the agonizing faces of his parents. going there was like stepping into an ice chamber; cold, painful, the air tense. he hated it. he hated them. they could never comfort him like you do. which is why he took comfort in you. you’d be the one to help him, for sure. and it all started with lunch tomorrow.

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[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter twenty:  Come closer and I will rip your throat out.

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Blood, violence, swearing, guns, nonconsensual drugging, kidnapping, betrayal

An:  I said yesterday at 5pm I was going to take a short nap… Woke up at 6:30am 😀 I slept again till 7:00am and now it’s 10:30 but here is the chapter from yesterday for this story. I will try to post more updates today sporadically. 

Third person Pov 

Kyotani and Matsukawa were working on some paperwork in Tendou’s office when a loud slam echoed throughout the house. Matsukawa grabbed his bat that he left by the door and started to leave the room. 

He crept down the stairs to approach the kitchen. A figure stood in the dark near the fridge. They stood resting against the counter holding their side as they turned on the sink turning it on. 

“Who the hell are you?” Matsukawa spoke up. 

“Mattsun, is that you?” 

“What the fuck?” Matsukawa hit the light switch. 

“Dude, the light is way too bright.” 

“Tendou you look like hell, where the fuck have you been?” 

“Before the cute greetings, can you call Y/n and Shirabu in here.” He lifted up his shirt to reveal a medical pad covered in blood. “I got shot a short while ago, but I covered it and Hijacked a car.” 

“Yeah shit okay,” He ran to the stairs “MAD GET SHIRABU AND Y/N, TENDOU’S HERE.” Loud stomps could be heard as Matsukawa helped Tendou lay down on the table. Suna and Kenma came down the stairs hearing Matsukawa yell. 

“They both went out with Terushima to follow Hanamaki.” 

“Fuck the moles hanamkai!” Tendou yelled trying to get up as Matsukawa pushed him back down. Suna picked up his phone and dialed Shirabu’s number yelling to get home now.

Kyotani sped down the stairs. “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?” He screamed. 

“You should ask Kohaku about that one. I can explain, first I want this fucking thing out of me.” Suna turned to Tendou. 

“They said they have to get Y/n and head back now.” 

Meanwhile back in the storage unit… 

“Hanamaki?” Y/n crouched down beside him as she felt his forehead. Blood was pooling out under him fast. “Are you alive?”

“Run.” His voice was rough and barely audible as she tried to pull him up. 

“I won’t leave you here to die. If anyone is killing you, it will be me, you asshole. I know you are the mole.” She dragged his body up, resting it up against the wall behind him.   

“And here I thought you were a total badass Y/n.” She turned around and let go of Hanamaki at the sight of the person before her. 

“Asahi? What the hell are you doing here?” He laughed at her question. 

“You never came off as naive to me till I befriended you. I mean you never say anything about any of your friends or even your fiance, but we knew who you were.” 

“Come closer and I will rip your throat out.” 

“That won’t do, I need to bring you back for boss. See Hanamaki played the perfect role for us. We took his parents and when he gave us the wrong info, we killed them and led him here for the same fate, it seems he is as dumb as we assumed he was.” Asahi pulled a gun from his pocket. “Now let’s do this the easy way, unless you prefer the hard way.”

“Shoot me and I will kill you Asahi.” 

“It’s cute how you think you have a choice.” He picked up the gun and shot her. She looked down at her arm as she noticed it was no ordinary gun. She now had a dart sticking into her arm as she felt herself getting drowsy. “Sweet dreams Princess.” Asahi said to her before everything went black. 

Outside in the car, Shirabu had just gotten off the phone with Suna as he told Terushima. The two were now headed inside as a car sped past them. 

“FUCK.” Terushima yelled as they went inside deeper. The two ran in and found Hanamaki. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as Shirabu crouched down to him. “He- he took her.” He coughed as blood began to mix with his saliva on the floor below. 

“Do we take him or leave him to die?” Shirabu asked Terushima. 

“Take him. Tendou can decide. We need an answer about Y/n.” Let’s get out of here and see if we can get that car.” The two picked him up and began to head out. They tossed Hanamaki into the backseat and Terushima jumped in and started to sped off. Shirabu sat in the back patching Hanamaki to the best he could. 

Before they knew it they had already arrived back at the house. Shirabu ran inside and yelled at someone to get Hanamaki. He rushed to Tendou’s side yelling orders at others to grab his medical kit from his room. 

About an hour later Tendou woke up on the couch with the others sitting around the room. Hanamaki was tied to a chair properly taken care of now as Tendou sat up. 

“Where is Y/n?” He asked. 

“They took her, the north side did.” Terushima spoke up. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Tendou screamed. “We have to go get her back right now.” 

“As much as we all agree with that, Kenma is tracking her necklace.” Suna said. 

“Her necklace? The one I gave her?” Tendou asked. 

“Yes, she got Kenma to install a tracking device in it after you went missing. Kohaku didn’t trust her enough to give her any tasks over then really weird goose chases. We figured that out when she sent us to Hyogo prefecture after you indirectly.” Shirabu said. 

“Don’t trust Kohaku. She was the reason I was missing for so long.” 

“What happened?” Matsukawa spoke up. 

“I think she is working with the north Yakuza. Haruhi has the same position as Suna over there. I found that out a day ago when I killed her and escaped her house.” 

“Wait at her house? We went to her house a month ago.” Shirabu said. “Y/n punched her a few times then we left. Why the fuck were you there?”

“Torture nad brainwashing basically. Trying to break me to marry her instead of Y/n. Y/n was the only reason I held out though and now they fucking got her too. I think we need to pay a visit to Haruhi.” 

“Hanamaki told us Asahi was the one that took Y/n. He was a regular with some orange haired guy at her restaurant. When Kohaku distanced all of us from her she spent a lot of time with them secretly looking for her.” 

“Gosh the way I would kill you with my own hands right here if I could Hanamaki, but your use isn’t over yet. They caught on to your shitty spy act obviously.” 

“I overheard them talking about Y/n at the storage unit. They have a whole unit full of guns. I can lead you there to take them.” 

“No, for all we know you are a fucking spy still you piece of shit.” Kyotani spat in his face. 

“So what’s the plan to get Y/n back then?” Just as he asked that, his phone went off. He picked it up as he received a photo of Terushima and Y/n hugging in his bedroom. There was another one after that looked to be the two of them kissing from the angle of the shot. He looked up to Terushima. 

“You better have a good explanation or you are fucking dead Yuuji.”

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[yaboylevi]

Did Levi basically have Eren right the first time he met him? Their first meeting he told Erwin that Eren was unhinged and could never be caged. He obviously changed his mind but in the end, he ended up being right and he immediately knew Eren better than anyone right off the bat

I honestly cannot tell if this was asked as bait, or if it is genuine, but I’ll answer as if this was a legit question.

I don’t remember Levi ever saying Eren is unhinged. And actually, no part of the story suggests that. (Just in case, could you tell me when Levi said that? Like, the number of the chapter you meant?)

However, sure, Levi did understand Eren right off the bat. Eren’s spirit, that is, Eren’s will cannot be caged. It is a fact that only Levi has acknowledged (and maybe Shadis).

In the visual novel Burning Bright, we can read this from Levi’s pov:

“Yet, that violence and any other form of pain will never break the boy’s [Eren] spirit.”

I once thought he meant that Eren’s soul, too, couldn’t be crushed, and that’s why, in chapter 105, Levi was so surprised and saddened by Eren’s eyes losing the brightness they always had. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, and all that.

However, Levi always knew very well that Eren’s soul could be damaged, and that’s one of the reasons why I believe he has always put enough care into uplifting Eren whenever he was going through some second-guessing, guilt, or painful, self-deprecating realizations. He knew how fragile one’s heart is, especially in situations where one has great powers and yet couldn’t protect loved ones - because it is way too familiar to what Levi often experiences.

“This had happened countless times. Making a choice, and having the results thrust at oneself. He looks at the boy he’s holding. He too had faced the results today. The raging, cold regret freezes in the heart, and it will never melt for this lifetime.”

So he nurtures Eren’s heart, offers him comfort, but without coddling him. He never lies to Eren about the truth of a situation, but at the same time he soften the blows.

He always understood whenever Eren needed help, a voice of reason or reassurance to bring him back up, and Levi gladly did that for him, every time.

Anyway, I thought maybe you meant the time Levi called Eren a monster...?

In the visual novel, we find out it is something that Levi was thinking even before saying it out loud to Petra and his squad. It’s something, as portrayed above, Levi realized during their first meeting in the underground prison.

“A monster since birth. Not because of the titan power, but because his soul itself is a monster. Nothing can be done to control this monster. Not violence, power, words. Nor danger, fear, peace. And, most likely – not even love.”

And yet, that desire to kill titans - a desire that Levi shared at the time - has Levi in awe. What he feels towards it is... “Not bad.”

In the visual novel, when Eren’s pain is channelled into desire to kill (titans), Levi thinks:

“The boy’s soul is refined into something purer. Into a monster with perfect, fearsome beauty.”

Levi is impressed. He doesn’t attach negative or positive qualities to it. Or maybe he does a bit, he attaches both of them, because it is fearsome, but it is also beautiful, and as such it is perfect, and there is no judgement, just awe.

Eren’s spirit cannot be changed, bound, or controlled. This is all that Levi meant with that “monster” comment.

It is something Levi, I feel, look up to, and respect. That is why he always left Eren a choice, always watched him and guided him without truly forcing his hand. When he did, in Return to Shiganshina arc, he failed. He probably thinks he should’ve known better.

In any case, what Levi thought of this realization about Eren’s character is as such:

“He still does not know what that truth will bring. No, he will probably never know. Yes, he doesn’t know anything. Even if he believes in his own strength. Or in the choices of trustworthy comrades. All he can do is accept the results. And after that, he can only move on.”

Because for Levi, Eren being a “monster” that won’t submit, a “monster” that might eventually grow to be farther away from people who reject his nature, is fine. He accepts it. Levi accepts Eren. Accepts the uncertainty it brings because he doesn’t think it is wrong, or even that Eren’s will, or spirit, must be contained.

And even though he was proven wrong when Eren held back for love, for trust, for the acceptance of his comrades right there in the forest, Levi wasn’t wrong in the grand scheme of things. Eren can’t submit and lay there, waiting for death to come. But it’s worth noting that this is also what experiences taught Eren. It isn’t all just him.

Levi hasn’t exactly changed his mind about Eren, I feel, in the way that you seem to mean. That first assessment is still there, has always been. But that opinion of Eren understandably got broader and gained depth, because Levi himself gained more perspective, got to know Eren better, deeper, to witness that Eren’s “self” isn’t as black and white as he thought. He also “caught feelings” in the sense that he grew fond of Eren quite fast, so he’s become biased toward him and has failed to see, actually see, that Eren had pushed himself over “the edge” mentioned in the novel: loss after loss, still moving forward, what is left in his heart is emptiness, and he’s become a monster that just won’t stop for anything and anyone.

But as the novel says, there used to be a light in Eren’s heart, underneath it all. It’s probably there, still. That hope, in the novel, was symbolized by the inseparable pair that is Levi-Freedom, and I thought Levi could’ve been the one to pierce through Eren’s walls first. But alas...

Levi has avoided the truth - a truth that he already knew once. He just couldn’t, emotionally, bring himself to acknowledge the monster that Eren has painted himself to be. And I feel it’s for the best, because Eren is so much more than just a monster. Levi knows.

So yes, you are technically right, Levi probably understands Eren better than anyone else currently facing him, on a basic level.

#ereri meta #snk #snk spoilers #ereri #burning bright #shingeki asks

[daisugababy]

Ok so... the similar scenes with Calzona or Tremmet using BASIC romcom tropes is straight culture too? (Including a knocking on the door scene) And what about Jake's film, a romcom with a gay couple that uses the same tropes? I don't get how you see this gesture as "straight"... what would be an appropriate "gay" gesture in your opinion?

And isn't his change all about wanting to express himself more because Levi is a helpless romantic and doing things that he only worked on his head all this time??? This isn't worshipping Levi, it's doing what he said back in season 15, that Nico wanted to learn that from him. And Levi is changed too, because of Nico, he's more confident!

There is just a way you can tell how a queer story is told by straight people. It's not about using basic tropes/gestures, and how (often) you use them.

It starts with the type of characters they both are. The cute, insecure nerd who gets wooed out of nowhere by the new hot guy.

If that sound familiar then you might've read an amount of self-insert fics or books around that trope. Usually from the pov of the girl who's pining for the hot guy from afar until he notices her and falls for her quirkiness. And there's nothing bad about writing or enjoying that type of story. Read/watch what you enjoy.

But for Grey's, a show that prides itself on their amazing diversity, this falls very flat. Yes, I fell for them in season 15 too, like most of us. However, ever since season 15, there was barely any progression. And especially not for Nico.

And that's because Levi is that self-insert of every fic of that trope.

He's the nerd who talks a lot and has no meaningful male friendships. Like, at all. There was Casey when the B-Team still existed, but did they interact a lot? No. He laughed at Levi putting in contacts and hung out with him once at Joe's. Not to say that no gay guy every has only female friends, but you want to tell me that after realizing he's gay, he did not look up anything about gay culture? That he never tried to even once go to an lgbtq+ meetup/hangout thing just to meet and talk to people like him? Or even if it's just online? You want to tell me that after over two years he still does not have another queer friend other than Taryn? That he has not one gay guy beside Nico in his life to talk to about his queer exprience? He's so out there about being gay, he for sure would go to pride at least once. And there he for sure would make some friends.

But then he'll suddenly becomes besties with Jo out of nowhere, because... plot says Jo needs a friend? Gay best friend trope.

Just like Nico is just the hot guy wooing the nerd. That's all there is to his character tbh. Yes, maybe he is a great surgeon who gets job interviews from everywhere out of thin air and he doesn't know how to talk emotions, but that's all we have on him. Oh, and he speaks Korean.

Their lovestory revolves around Levi. It's always about him and how Nico's actions impact him, not why Nico reacted the way he reacted. Nico's whole part in the relationship is worshipping Levi.

Whenever there is conflict either a) Nico suddenly says he agrees with Levi (we don't know why, bc we followed Levi all-episode long) or b) Levi saw a patient conveiniently have the same problem as he did and applies their solution to their relationship. Not once do we follow Nico's flow of thinking. We don't know why he does or doesn't do the things he does.

We do not know why specifically Nico decided he's suddenly capable of saying ily to Levi or what exactly changed. But we always know why Levi does the things he does, because we followed him and saw his pov during the whole episode.

And why did we see his pov? Because he's the main character in their love story. Nico is just the hot piece of meat that talks occasionally. He's the prop to launch the next storyline that relies on him being the bad guy, because no effort is put into him.

That sudden monologue and honesty during the episode? Absolutely out of character and all just to please viewers that are rooting for Levi. This was not about Nico overcoming his potential emotional trauma that had rendered him unable to express his emotions. It was about making Levi happy. If we saw his process, all of this would be a different story, but we didn't. And we won't. You just can't suddenly let this bomb drop that he overcame his fear of emotional openess with no explaination how he did it and expect people to love it.

This wasn't Nico just following up on what he said a year or two ago. There was no gradual growth for him. We went from 0 to 100 out of nowhere. This was Nico suddenly copying Levi's behaviour in hopes it will fix him and their relationship. We know Nico is a cheesy dude, so the candles were fine, but the whole speech was just a little (a lot) cringy, because we didn't see where the development came from.

Neither Nico or Levi are fully developed characters (anymore). They are there to fill the diversity quota.

I know Grey's is a joke on accuracy in general, but they are still riding the train of DIVERSITY and REALISM by dealing with current events and promoting queer couples as 'Look at us, giving you the rep!'. But none of that stuff is dealt with well or realistically. It's catering to the predominately straight female viewership who wants to see the quirky person they see themselves in to end up with the hot guy that worships them. You gotta decide if you want to be realistic or catering to your audience. But you can't have both and Grey's is the best example of it.

I can't list you 'appropriate gay gestures' as you call them. Because romcom gestures/tropes are universially applicable and a lot of fun with both straight and queer couples alike. But for them to be enjoyable, you have to actually put in the effort in writing your characters/storylines. Which is what Grey's lacks bigtime. Which is why it's just so disappointing to watch as a queer person who hoped to see a nice queer storyline on a show as huge as Grey's. But this story isn't revolutionary or representative of anything besides Levi's coming out.

In regards to Tremmet/Calzona. I mean, have you noticed how all queer couples had to deal with negative reactions from their families to their coming out? Same with Schmico. It's like they only know one storyline to write for queer couples and somehow it gets worse every time. So bad, that they even stuffed one of them back into the closet so they can milk the fear of coming out once more.

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[takanova12]

The fuss around chapter 130.

I saw that people are going with three possibilites for historia.

She got pregnant with eren.

She got pregnant with the farmer.

The pregnancy is fake.

Before I dive in, I would like to say that I am writing this post to address concerns that I have surrounding the pregnancy and not about historia as a character. I don't know her intentions or thoughts on the matter. As an advocate of eremika, this post is to help me and possibly others like me to know that if eren were to be with anyone, it would only be mikasa and even then there's no happy ending.

1. She got pregnant with eren.

First, let's assume she did. If so then why? For love? No. They never talk about feelings for each other. No one has ever teased them about each other, as the narrative has been constantly doing with both eren and mikasa. Eren and historia have a connection, an understanding based on their past. It's friendship, more like what eren shared with armin (when they both wanted to see the ocean) but later on, their dreams changed, hence their friendship changed too.

Let's assume now it was for love. What did it accomplish? Eren wanted to exterminate all life outside paradise prior to meeting historia and he is still following on the same path. So, nothing has changed! It serves no purpose.

Eren said he can't respond to mikasa's feelings because he will die soon. He didn't say " it's not like that or anything. Instead his response was, is there even a point? I will die soon, so I want them to continue living peacefully.

Why would he bring a child with historia who was portrayed in a romantic light with ymir? What purpose would it accomplish? It would literally be aganist what he wanted for historia and his loved ones.

Why did eren go to see historia in first place? Because he just wanted to see her out of love? No. He went to warn her about the MP's. To protect her. To tell her to stay quite until he accomplishes his plan.

Is it odd for eren to protect people? Nope. He couldn't even bring himself to hurt annie, so why in the world would he not want to protect historia.

The awkward panel positioning in my opinion was done deliberately to cast confusion. But when has isayama not done that? He had mikasa acting jealous towards annie and questioning eren about it, which led people to believe eren had romantic feelings for annie, and eren couldn't even understand what mikasa was implying. More so, even very later on in the story, eren was still portrayed as clueless about romance (104th and marco×hitch). So, clearly he never had romantic feelings for annie.

Also, sidenote ever since the idea of eren being possibly aware of romance was introduced in the story, it has always been in connection with Mikasa.

When they meet what do they talk about? Historia is grateful for eren's protection but what is eren fixated on ? Protecting historia, ridding the world of hatred, ending cycle of breeding and scarificing royals.

Does eren tell her anything he hasn't already told someone like floch? Eren didn't tell historia about his plan, because she is special to him (she is special no doubt, all his friends are). Eren told historia to protect her, but also because she could have been the only hurdle in his plan. The people who are special to eren never knew what eren was doing because he couldn't burden them with this gruesome decision. For the people who are special to him, he wants to make the world a safer place, so they can continue living peacefully. His words not mine.

Not saying cause of that historia is not special to him, she is, but because of her position as a royal she poses a threat to his plan. He had to burden her with the knowledge of his plan to both protect her and ensure he gets to do what he has always wanted to do. He wanted to ask her to stay quite until he is done.

Not even once in eren's memories, there has been an image of a tender moment with historia. Basically if he was the father, there will be something special about her or, kruger would have mentioned her name too. She wouldn't have been absent from the story for so long, like there would have been something to suggest otherwise? A tender moment like eren staring at young him wrapping scarf around mikasa. Why did eren tell mikasa he hates her? Why be so harsh to her? What are you so afraid of eren? That she might get hurt? That she might follow you to your death?

2. She got pregnant with the farmer.

I think this is the most likely scenario. A friend shared a twitter post with me by the user, eren 130 mute, and this 👇 aligns with my thoughts about the situation quite well.

Pregnancy with the farmer, showcases how distraughting her situation is. It is not be romanticized. Her situation is sad and desperate. They are truly talking about eradicting all humans outside paradise. It is a sad and horrible situation as is portrayed by both eren's expression and her's. Right after eren tells her about his plan, she becones distressed and ever since he annouced his plan to her, she has been wearing that gloomy expression.

3. She is faking the pregnancy

I don't think that's plausible. If the pregnancy was fake, firstly when Nile talks about it, historia wouldn't be shown sad in it. According to nile, queen can choose her own partner,so there's no reason for her to look so depressed in his imagination. His words don't correspond with the imagery that's shown. Why does she look depressed then? Because it is actually her real situation. She is truly not okay with this all.

Secondly, if the MP's are planning to feed zeke to her, won't they make sure in ever possible way that she is pregnant or not?

Faking the pregnancy sounds good in theory but it also doesn't serve any purpose. If faking the pregnancy was an actual thing, we could have never been shown historia, not given an explanation on who the father is. Instead we got all of that, what we didn't get is why she got pregnant? This chapter it seems like when eren reminded her of the time she saved him by being the worst girl, she proposes to have a baby. Why did she do it will become obvious when we get her pov.

And isn't this her?

Fake bump again?

Are we talking about snk or a soap opera?

And in snk, everyone is currently distraught and placed in horrifying situations, so why would historia be spared? Why would eren be spared? Mikasa, armin, jean, connie, hange, levi, annie, pieck, reiner, gabi and falco are all suffering. Why would these two be exempt of it?

Why would there be a happy ending for people collaborating on genocide? (Idk what historia's motives are as she did protest aganist the idea, but later dropped the resistance, refused to contact the survey corps or anyone about it just like eren asked? I know there's an explanation for it when we get her pov but I hope it's a good explanation). So, granted the confusion and lack of historia's pov, for now let's consider only eren and floch as supporters of genocide. I will go with my gut and say that she was probably trying to stop eren in her own way, like some plan she had? Clearly and sadly it didn't work.

What kind of message would isayama be sending then? If someone who is commiting genocide gets a happy ending, what would be the message of this story then? He is not just commiting genocide, but along the way hurting people who have always been there for him.

Let's see if official translation changes anything.

Thank you for reading.

Edited: I would also like to add that the odd panel positioning might be isayama being his usual trolling self. For instance, with chapter 112, he introduced the idea of ackerbond and same chapter showed mikasa slamming armin, due to which there was widespread belief that mikasa is not free and indeed eren hates her. (That was partially addressed this chapter. Again not completely, because it has to be left for EM meeting. It has to be handled gradually, because if eren is suddenly and directly shown to feel love for mikasa, it won't feel natural. There has to be some drama and mystery left, otherwise people lose interest).

Mikasa slamming armin on the table was meant to throw us off, it was meant to create confusion. It consolidated the views of people who were already looking a reason to discredit eren and mikasa's bond. Isayama did that on purpose, to throw us for a loop. It had people debating for so long that mikasa really does protect him due to some bond.

We are not supposed to go off based on one cherry-picked moment. We have to go back and see what the character's are about, where they are they headed, how consistent and inconsistent the information is, what the story has told us so far and where it's going..

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