#post canon snk

[this-is-krikkit]

You know I love me an Ask Game!

♥️ - family headcanon: for Hange

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: for Levi

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♥️ - family headcanon - Hange

i have so many of these, thanks to the absence of canon material about their background. one of my favorites is Hange not having parents and being given up to an orphanage as a baby, where they met Mike and the two weirdos that they already were as kids stuck together and became each other's siblings. i also like to imagine them losing their parents because of titans, which could explain Hange's initial hatred for the giants when they joined the Scouts. were their parents both scouts in love who clandestinally had a child and therefore had to give it up with a letter explaining that to them later on? or was that a nice romantic story the people at the orphanage made up to cover for the fact that in reality only their mom was a soldier who nearly perished on an expedition while pregnant, and their other parent was some noble from Mitras who couldn't live with the scandal of that bastard child when she gave birth to them and died and the army traced the baby back to them, and instead gave Hange up immediately? i don't know, but i know i almost always imagine them as having no actual close family (and some dark/tragic story behind their conception and birth, alright). i think that comes from my mind making kind of an unexpected parallel between Hange and Temperance Brennan from Bones? they're both badass scientist people who are considered freaks because of their fascination for a topic others judge weird/dangerous/gross and have a very odd relationship to social norms, and i love them and will protect them both at all costs.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon - Levi

post canon, i like to imagine Levi drawing. i don't think he intended on learning it, i think he starts trying to learn how to use his left hand to write after his right hand got blown up. but forming letters with the wrong hand is really fucking hard and frustrating, yet another reminder of things he's not able to do anymore in this useless broken body of his, and he almost gives up before he remembers Hange's advice, all those years ago after he'd first joined the scouts and let them help his illiterate self to learn the skill and listened when they told him to try drawing the letters instead of writing them. it worked back then so he gives it a go, and the difference with that memory is that right now, he doesn't have to rush to learn how to write reports for a professional reason. no, now he's learning how to write again just so he can update the kids on his life in his little cabin in the woods and sign a formal document once in a while, and now he has time to waste on this kind of mundane shit since the war's over and he doesn't need to be Humanity's anything anymore. and soon he finds himself tired of drawing letters and words and wanting to draw Hange instead. maybe it's because that one picture he has of the two of them they took during their trip to Marley is starting to fade from how much time he spends folding and unfolding it out of his pocket to look at their goofy, ridiculous smile and the gigantic lolipop they'd shared, maybe he's sick of being able to recall so many of the thrillion of words they threw at his ears during the time they knew each other but he's starting to forget some details of what their face looked like. maybe he just misses them, alright? whatever the reason, it works, and during his first attempts at drawing them it already feels like the closest thing to being with them again -even though he can almost hear them howling in laughter at the result because it's so ugly and inaccurate and not anywhere near what he pictured. he laughs along with them and tries again the following day, and the next, and many other after that. until one day, he nails it. he really does; he looks down at his work and that's Four Eyes right there, that's as close to a photograph as his hand can get. and they look so real, and perfect -and still, and quiet- on paper, that he doesn't feel like laughing anymore.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot hcs #snk headcanons #snk hcs #levihan hc #hange zoe hc #hange zoë #levi ackerman #i* #asks #mutuals #dont f with moogles #sorry about the 2nd part? #post canon levihan #post canon snk #levihan #mutuals asks #my stuff

[theysangastheyslew]

No thoughts, just boop

Pre-war silliness inspired by this merch drop:

#levihan #boop #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #hange zoe #levi x hange #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #snk fanart #no but like i was drawing this before the great Boopening but had to work all day april 1 so i couldnt even post at the most perfect time 🥲 #also to the anons asking about hcs i see u im trying to write what few i have them down as i remember them #but most are post canon and idk if thats what youre looking for :[ #i maed dis

[mimiwrites2000]

The Last One To Reach The Tree

Archive of Our Own

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried. If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart. If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down.

Mikasa was eager to meet with Eren, she was eager to reunite with him. And so was Armin.

~~~ Post Canon story about the theory that Armin is the last one to reunite with them.

He always knew Mikasa was more eager to reunite with Eren, and he knew she would join him as soon as she could. 

And he knew that it would hurt as hell. 

Even if it was after seventy years. 

Even after they had kids and grandchildren. 

He knew it would still hurt as hell. 

He lived every moment with her, they were at each other’s weddings, they held each other’s first borns, they were there when they were called a grandma and a grandpa for the first time. 

What else was there to happen? 

What more were they to see? 

He heard those words from those around him far too many times. 

Mikasa lived her life to the fullest and mama had breathed until the very last word of her story. 

But it hurt him, as hell. 

It hurts him to look at a headstone, two headstones, and know that his friends were there. 

Under the ground. 

Six feet under the ground. 

Beneath that tree, with its trunk aloft and proud, layers and layers of months and years and decades, and its leaves a varying charade of oranges, yellows, and occasionally, a bright blood-red, swaying in the spring’s warm breeze. 

Armin looks up at the leaves above his head, just a quick glance, before he regrets it and tilts his head back down; the midday sun’s rays harsh in his eyes. 

He leans against his cane, resting his chin on the hand that clutched the cane, and sways on his spot. 

“The living and the dead,” he says, “oh the living and the dead.” 

He gazes at Eren’s headstone, a much older headstone, the craving almost washed out; but Mikasa, for as long as she lived, had always taken care of it, as if the headstone had a heart of its own, as if it breathed and was alive. “Eren, you should’ve seen Mikasa, she lived a happy, long, life,” Armin mutters, “she had kids and grandkids, she held my kids and my grandkids, and my daughter is pregnant, I feel bad for her child, because her child will never know Mikasa. 

“Eren,” Armin continues, tilting his head; he is tired, so tired. “We lived long lives, we lived very long lives, we even retired, can you believe that? We retired, for once, the scouts retired before dying.” 

Then he turns his gaze at Mikasa’s headstone; speckless, new, “Mikasa…” he wants to say something, he should say something, he couldn’t know what to say, what is there to be said anyway? 

“Mikasa…” he calls her name again, and with a broken voice, he quietly cries out, “I miss you… I miss you.” 

Armin had so many things to tell Eren, to tell Mikasa, but words felt like a heavy weight, a very heavy weight he could no longer carry, instead, he reminisced. 

Silently. 

The times in Fort Salta, after the war. 

In fact, Armin couldn’t remember those days too well, a thick fog obscured them from Armin’s eyes; not because of his old age, well through his seventh decade, but because he had been through so much pain, so much hurt, so much chaos that his brain just decided to take those days off of the shelve, and burn them, as if they never happened. 

The only thing Armin remembers was holding Eren’s lifeless head in his arms. 

But the months after it, Armin remembers them so well. 

He remembers his friends, being closer than ever, he remembers Annie’s father, he remembers him so well, his cane and his face and his unyielding scrunched eyebrows. He remembers his face when he asked his permission to propose to Annie; shocked, yet happy, yet confused, yet unbelieving— 

But relieved. 

Armin remembers his wedding day so well, it was vivid in his mind. He could never forget his friends’ efforts to give him a wedding, so they held an intimate party on the boat, only for themselves. They got Armin a suit and Annie a white dress; they were simple, really, but it meant the world to him. 

He was the first of his friends to get married, but the last to have a child. 

It was a struggle, another hardship in life, but Annie got pregnant in the end, and her pregnancy was tough, hard, and difficult, but they had a beautiful boy that got his mother’s nose and his father’s eyes. 

Then they had two more children; another boy, and their youngest, a girl. 

A gorgeous, gorgeous girl. 

She is Armin’s happiness. 

He loves all his kids; of course he does, but his daughter is the light in his eyes, she is his happiness, his joy. 

He loves her, and he loves her button nose, because she was the only one who didn’t get her mother’s nose, but she got her mother’s eyes and hair. 

All of his kids grew up, and all of them had the best education they could have, and all of them got married; his daughter was the last of them to find a partner, and is pregnant with her first child. 

“Oh, Eren,” Armin finds words, finds a few words that he could use, “I am sad, I am sad for you, I wish you know what it feels like to hold your child, to hold your grandchild.” 

Armin lets out a strangled sigh, “It’s none of what I ever felt in my life. Holding your child, seeing them growing up, fighting with them, all the screams and the fights and the misunderstandings… Eren, I wish you lived to feel that too.” 

Armin’s hand on the cane wobbles, and it jumps from its place, breaking in half. Armin falls on his knees, threads of winces and groans leave his mouth, the thorns of the weed around the graves dig mercilessly into his wrinkled hands.  

He slowly sits straight, taking deep breaths. He closes his eyes; that wasn’t the first time his body let him down, his body had always betrayed him, had always given up at the worst of times and worst of places. 

Armin pulls the thorns from his hand, plucks them one after the other. Some of the thorns left no trace behind, not even a scratch, but most of them left a scar and a trail of blood. 

Armin hugged his hand, and breathed deeply. 

“We lived long lives, Eren, we lived long lives.” 

“Armin?” 

Armin turns his head, and there she is. 

“My love,” he greets her, as she approaches him. 

She is older than him, two years older than, but she is the healthiest of them all. And Armin wondered how she did that; she carried kids and went through all of those decades, and there she is. 

White hair invaded her head, wrinkles adorned her face, her hands thin and yet calloused, and her eyes as blue as the day he met her. 

“You can’t leave the house unannounced, Armin, what did we say about that?” She tells him as she stands next to him, but he doesn't get up. 

He doesn’t want her to know that he fell, he doesn’t want her to know that he broke his cane and fell. 

But with one glance at the broken pieces of the cane, she understands. She kneels next to him, and sits beside him. 

“I won’t stand in your way,” she assures him, “just let me know when you want to leave the house, the kids are worried about you.” 

“Who is visiting?” He asks. 

“All of them,” she informs him, “we invited them for lunch, don’t you remember?” 

“Ah right,” but he doesn’t remember. 

“Let’s head back home,” Annie starts to get up, but he holds her hand, halting her. 

And her heart drops in her stomach. 

“My love,” he calls her, watching his friends’ headstones, “we lived long lives, didn’t we?” 

Annie’s eyebrows meet in the middle; Armin isn’t being himself, he is distant, far away. 

In another time. 

In another place. 

“Armin?” 

“We lived long, happy lives, didn’t we?” He asks her, turning his head, and looking at her. 

She sits back down, “We did.” 

“We did everything any human wishes to do, didn’t we?” 

“We did.” 

He hums, satisfied, and looks back at his friends’ graves. 

Armin 

Armin 

Armin 

“Do you think…” he asks, “they are together now?” 

Annie’s throat closes on itself, she wants to shake him. 

She wants him to take her hand and walk home with her. 

She wants to tell him that he can’t go before her, that he can’t let go yet. 

Not yet. 

Not before her. 

Please, please, please. 

“They are together,” she mutters, taking a deep breath, the corner of her eyes burning, “they are together.” 

“They are happy, they are together,” Armin continues, a tear sliding down his face. “Annie…” he breathes her name, the way he always pronounced it with his heart, “I want to be with them too.” 

She gazes at his face, and she would’ve protested, she is supposed to tell him no, that his kids are waiting for him, lunch warm on the table. 

She is supposed to tell him that he is still there with them. 

But he isn’t. 

Armin 

Armin 

Armin 

He is already there, he is already a step out the door. 

He is no longer with her. 

He doesn’t ask her to forget about him, he doesn’t ask her to let him go, because a voice, a familiar voice, told him that she will be with him very soon. 

“I miss them,” he says to Annie, “I miss them so much.” 

“They miss you too,” Annie whispered, placing her forehead against his own. “And I will miss you, I will miss you.” 

But his sight isn’t focused, and she doesn’t know if he heard her or not, she doesn’t know how far he is. 

She kisses his forehead, a long, prudent kiss. 

Annie gets up, she wipes her tears with the back of her hand, and walks away; he deserves to go easily, he deserves a painless departure. 

She walks down the hill and never glances back at him, she walks back to their house, and when she walks in, the joyful chatter dies down. 

“Ma,” one of her sons calls, “why are you pale?” 

But she doesn’t answer. They get up from the dining table and approach her, “Ma, where’s father?” 

She doesn’t answer; she knows the answer, but she can’t say it. 

“Mother,” her pregnant daughter, the last to get up, “mother what’s wrong? Where is father?” 

“He is with them,” Annie finds her words, “he is happy with them.” 

A long thread of whats pierce the air, before the two sons pushed past Annie, rushing outside the house, towards that hill. 

The daughter only looked at her mother, frozen in place, in time, as his sons ran to that tree under on that hill. 

On that hill, under that tree, with his friends surrounding him, Armin took his last breath. 

He doesn’t know for how long he slept, or if he even fell asleep in the first place. 

The leaves above him; a bright, juvenile green, swaying with a soft, warm breeze, and the leaning sun casts a soft, warm light over the clouds drifting in the sky, cascading shades and hues of a heavenly glow that whispered unearthly melodies. 

He has been to that tree and that hill far too many time, and yet, it feels… different. 

It feels… unreal. 

“Took you too long.” 

Armin hears someone talking to him, a familiar voice. 

A voice he didn’t hear in too long. 

Way too long. 

“Yeah,” Armin answers. He hears laughs, and footsteps, and someone sitting next to him. 

Armin turns his head— 

“Eren,” Armin says. 

“Took you too long,” Eren repeats. 

“You fucking asshole,” Armin says, then he smiles, and for the first time in so many years, he has no issues getting up fast. 

He throws his arms around Eren, and despite his dilemma, despite his confusion of reality and dreams, he hugs Eren, tight and long and— 

“Gosh, I missed you,” Armin says, the tears on his face choking his voice, “I missed you, you fucking asshole.” 

“I missed you too,” Eren says, his voice steadier and softer than Armin’s. “I waited for you for so long.” 

“Where is Mikasa?” Armin asks, looking around. 

“She’s home,” Eren gets up. 

“Did you treat her well? I swear to God—” 

Eren laughs, “Hey hey! Relax!” 

“When will I see Annie?” Armin asks Eren impatiently. 

Eren smiles, stretching his hand towards Armin, “Soon, very soon.” 

Armin takes Eren’s hand, and only then does he see his hands; smooth, young skin covering them. 

“Let’s go home,” Eren tells Armin, pulling him up, standing on their feet. 

“Let’s go home!” Armin chirps, a smile on his face. 

And with that, the tree watched as Armin sprinted down the hill, Eren running after him, eager for the reunion, eager for the laughs and the warmth and the happiness. 

Armin was impatient to reunite with Mikasa again, but secretly, a small part of him was pained to let go of Annie. 

She is going to be here, he had to remind himself, she will be here very soon. 

The tree was once again abandoned on that hill, observing the far horizon of mountains and blues that met together in the middle; complementing each other. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart. 

If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down. 

#aot #aruani #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin x annie #shingeki no kyojin #annie leonhart #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #Eremika #eren x mikasa #Post canon #Angst #Angst with a happy ending

[moonspirit]

THEY'RE ON A CUTE DATE, OH MY GOD!!!!!

#JEUWGDGJABSUS #POST CANON POST CANON POST CANON POST CANON!!!! #AAAHHHHHHHHH LOOKM AT THEM IM LOSING MY MIND!NNN #akwjdhbsgwiqkkan #HELLO HOT DAMN!!!! #aruani #official art #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #aruannie #snk #annie leonhardt #aot #annie leonhart #armin x annie

[beautyisinkonpaper]

Reijean Smut Headcanons

this is a VERY 18+ post, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!!

all takes place post-rumbling, established relationship

jean tops for the first time, very slow and soft, full of feeling. reiner sees stars when jean cums inside, spilling all over his own abdomen and chest. jean kisses his way up reiner's body, licking and sucking him clean. they make out for a bit in bed, until the hilarity of it all causes them both to start giggling

the second time, jean starts off riding reiner, being an absolute tease, slowly raising and lowering until reiner gives into his indulgences and turns them over, fucking jean hard. it's here that reiner's obsession with jean's noises starts, because jean whimpers in a way that makes reiner go feral

the third time, jean uses that to his advantage, moaning filthily so reiner fucks him rough and deep.

the fourth time, reiner asks very shyly if jean can top him again. jean's holding himself back, and reiner can tell, so he pulls jean down into a wet open mouth kiss and slides their tongues together. "fuck me like you mean it," reiner says, and jean does.

if jean's the type to make lewd sounds during sex, reiner's a talker. he loves dirty talk, feeding into jean's ego by complimenting him, and describing all the nasty things he loves doing to jean. when he's on the bottom, he turns into an incoherent babbling mess of a man, and jean delights in the knowledge that he's the one doing this to reiner.

reiner chokes on his coffee the first time jean calls him a good boy, as a joke. it gets incorporated into sex shortly after.

the only time they stop in the middle of sex is when reiner's on his knees giving jean a blowjob, and jokes "i've had a gun in my mouth before, this is much more pleasant," when he comes up for air. Jean stops them right there because he's so worried about reiner. he makes them warm tea and reiner cries telling the story.

They have a lot of soft sex too, once the initial thrill calms down. That's not to say the wild rough-fucking goes away. they both decide very certainly that they would like to live somewhere without neighbors, so reiner can make jean scream.

reiner admits to having a little bit of a pain kink, one day, but jean outright refuses to do anything to hurt reiner, even if it's consensual. reiner melts at that, still overwhelmed by the idea of jean caring about him, and tells jean he loves him so many times they both lose count.

when they do move into that farmhouse, reiner wastes no time getting jean's clothes off and pounding him into the bed. they fall right back into honeymoon phase, having sex once a day at the least, reiner encouraging jean to make as much noise as he wants.

they both find the other's strength very attractive, but jean especially loved being manhandled. his favorite activity is teasing reiner until he loses control, dropping whatever he's doing to fuck jean.

when jean's wants to top, he tilts reiner's head up. They only have a few centimeters height difference, but jean uses it to his advantage.

when reiner wants to top, he pulls on jean's hair and bites at his throat. jean loves how hickeys look on his skin, and he'll flaunt them by wearing very low cut tops (resulting in more marks).

#reijean #reiner braun #jean kirchstein #or #jean kirstein #i love and support the fact that they are soo soft with each other #but they are also in their 20s #jeanrei #reiner x jean #aot #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #aot headcanons #post rumbling #post canon

[heythereiamsuji]

it's unfinished but damn if it isn't funnier with missing pages....

#eruri #snk #aot #post canon #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #erwin x levi #erwin smith #levi ackerman #fanart #fan comic #what is love #baby don't hurt me

[rithmeres]

I WANT TO HUNT LIKE DAVID; I WANT TO KILL ME A GIANT MAN 1) levi as caravaggio's "david with the head of goliath" 2) erwin as michelangelo's david 3) hange as bernini's david 4) reiner as turchi's "david with the head of goliath" 5) armin as caravaggio's "david and goliath" 6) gabi as ferrier's "david victorious over goliath" 7) mikasa as novelli's "david with the head of goliath"

#snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #ah jeez. am i really going to tag each character. yeah i am. here goes #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #hanji zoe #reiner braun #armin arlert #gabi braun #(I LOVE HER BTW. ANYBODY CLOWNING ON THIS POST BECAUSE OF HER GETTIN BLOCKED) #mikasa ackerman #blood tw #wherefore art thou #i will b posting each one individually as soon as i figure out how to format them #OH WAIT I NEED TO TAG SPOILERS #i can neither confirm nor deny the canonicity of the ackerman(s) with the head of jaeger(s) paintings as an anime only #but such events have been so heavily implied that its a foregone conclusion. to me. goodbye boys i hate you so much <3 i hope you burn in h #attack on titan spoilers #snk spoilers #snkdavids #gore

[corner-stories]

can you do 43 for aruani?

Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts 🌧

43. "I'll put the kettle on." listen, i gotta write my aruani post-canon seaside cottagecore AU somehow

With their home situated on the coast, rain tends to hit it just a bit differently. The ocean waves are never without the wind, the harsh droplets are never without the grey skies. Yet both of them are accustomed to it, having acclimatized to the corner of the world during the last few years.

So when Annie arrives to their cottage dripping wet, walking in on the all-too-common sight of Armin reading by the fireplace, he drops what he's doing on pure habit. Barefoot, he steps over the hardwood floors. In moments he's next to her, unhesitatingly helping her slip out of her rain-soaked overcoat.

"How was your walk?" Armin asks, hanging the dripping garment on the nearest hook.

Annie lets out a scoff. Sometimes the speed at which a day can go from 'plain and overcast' to 'raining sideways with just a dash of thunder' is staggering. What would have been a pleasant seaside stroll to clear her mind had quickly turned into her high-tailing it in the rain.

"Delightful," she ends up telling him, quickly undoing her bun to shake some rain out of her hair.

The smile that Armin gives her is kindly and warm. "Seems like it," he says, pressing a quick, yet affectionate kiss to her cheek. "I'll put the kettle on."

There are days where Annie feels like he's being too nice to her for some kind of reason. But on days like today, moments where he very willingly and unconditionally helps her get out of the rain and into their home, on days like today Annie is utterly grateful.

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #snk #ask box memes #post-canon #annie needing a mental health walk is a mood

[elmundodeflor]

CRACKS ON PORCELAIN - a gift for @someonestolemyshoes

READ THE FULL FIC ON AO3

The third flash of realization comes unexpected, one late-night where he's bathing them. He had to drag them there, — out into the common showers. They would have stayed in their room for another day, signing off papers and permissions, hadn’t he done so.

“Oi”, he’d asked, soon as he’d opened the door. “How long has it been?”

Hanji’d barely looked up at him.

“My brain’s fried, Levi.”, they’d sighed, as they ran their fingers through their hair. Good thing he didn’t even need to be specific. “I can barely remember my own name by now.”

He’d nodded.

“More of a reason to get moving, then.”

Now, mercurial blue hours twinkle in the haze between dusk and morning. Hanji’s bare before him, and the pale moonshine traces contours on their body. They’re concave and convex, frail and strong. All too swift, all at once. Levi can’t help but find shapes upon their back, — like he’s connecting dots between muscle and scar. A planet, a cloud. He pretends that he’s a painter. That each stroke of light and shadow brings his work to life.

He lathers up soap between his hands. Water ripples at each one of his movements, as he washes down their neck, their nape, their shoulders. He’s careful handling them, — he always has been. There’s a part of him that feels that Hanji’s made of glass, — that a single blow could shatter them to pieces. They don’t need the extra pressure— the world puts enough on them already. It’s why he holds them with sheer delicacy— as if they’re Erwin’s vase, and he’s trying to bring their broken back to earth. Not everyone gets to see the softer sides of him, but Hanji; — Hanji’s different. They understand him— simple and complex as that. Everyone else is intimidated by his presence, and yet they tease him for being clean-cut. Will say titans don’t shit just to play around with him.

His fingers trickle down their spine, their waist; shy, meticulous. As if all his endings have turned to sea-foam. They have a secret pact. A tacit agreement that goes unexplored, untouched in moments like these, where they’re too hush and helpless. They don’t ask him why he does all of this for them, and he never speaks the two words that would give them enough of an answer.

“You stank, you know.”, he says, instead. His voice’s sweet, but then he stops himself.

He can feel bone under his palms. Sharp, and fierce and rigid. He doesn’t recall it being there before, the last time he’d bathed them. Sure, Hanji had always been skinny; tall, and with a languid frame. Still, it was never like this. It was never this bad. He would know. He’d engraved each scrap of them into his heart before.

When was the last time he’d even seen them eat?

He clears his throat, and swallows hard, and lets out a sigh. He can count each vertebra that pokes from under the skin. It seems that, beneath the shadows, they’re different phases of the moon: one crescent, one full. There’s little muscle in sight; only the thinness of flesh. The tough realization that this is all it’s come down to.

“Hanji…”

They tell him nothing back. They don’t wish to talk about it, and he knows better than to push them further. All of a sudden, it’s like they’re a kid who’s been caught red-handed. A famous criminal found at the theft scene.

It does make Levi’s soul shrink, — to watch them like this, all too small; knees pulled to their chest. They used to shine with every color in the rainbow; a whisp of bright and vibrant. Now, they’re only rain. Nothing but the cracks on a porcelain vase; no liquid gold to glue them back together.

He gets up from the chair he’s in, goes fetch for a warm, fluffy towel. Hanji stands up to their full height, and covers up their breasts with their hands, but he can see it, still. Their weak build, the protuberances on their hips and ribs. For a moment, it almost looks like they’ll bend and fall. Like water will weigh them down, and they’re not sturdy enough to carry themselves to make it.

He’s worried sick about them. Oh, God forbid, he’s so, so worried. He doesn’t understand, — how could he be this selfish; much too focused on his own pain to even notice Hanji’s.

“I’m cold.”, they whisper, barely audible.

And when he wraps them up in cloth, at last, beaming with all the love that he’s capable of, he can only promise himself one thing:

He won’t let them disappear. He can’t. He’ll never.

He won’t let Hanji Zoe become cracks on porcelain.

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi #hange #hanji #levi x hange #levi x hanji #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #fluff and angst #canonverse #canon compliant #post return to shiganshina #mentions of depression #depression #darker themes explored #hurt/comfort #angst and hurt/comfort #light fluff #light humor #teasing #playful banter #friends to lovers

[rengokussy]

My religion is when people make art of Erwin and they make him a lil ugly 😚🥰

#because he is a lil ugly #in the most handsome way ya know #like he’s divine and ungodly beautiful and masculine #but he’s also a little goofy looking in canon #keep up the good work soldiers #erwin smith #snk #aot #my post

[zekejaegerchoked]

35 cover

#we have been blessed on this day #idk about y’all but I was VERY invested in the fics with gabi and falco bonding with Levi post canon #I’m THRILLED #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #levi ackermann #levi ackerman #falco grice #gabi braun #post snk #aot news #aot wiki

[this-is-krikkit]

Krikkit Sunshine of my life 🌞❤️

How are you today ?

You know how much I love the way you write kisses, so my prompt is "Interrupted" !!😘

Kith ❤️❤️

thank you for the prompt babe, as always i'm very sorry it took me days (weeks? i think probably weeks....) to fill it 🫣🫣

i hope you'll enjoy this anyway!! 😘♥️

Almost kissing meme: Interrupted

Tags: cabin in the woods, post canon, levihan, jeankasa, jeankasa's kid, squad denial

edited version now on ao3

"There you go, sweetie! All ready," Mikasa declares as she closes the last button on her daughter's coat.

"Mama, why are we going to Uncle Levi's again?"

Jean frowns and sends a puzzled look her way, but Mikasa's just as confused.

"You don't want to go?" he asks.

"I do! I want to hear the rest of that story he started. But I thought I had to wait for special Sundays to see him, and today is..."

"Wednesday, right. Well, today is a special day, and we want to be there for him," Mikasa explains.

And how special today is indeed.

It's been exactly six months since Levi left his former living arrangements with Onyankopon and the Marley kids to move back to Paradis, with no explanation given to anyone about it. Half a year since he's been living as a recluse in the woods, half a year since he's been assuring everyone that he just needs some distance and everyone decided to go along with it because it was apparently such a Levi thing to do. Everyone except Mikasa who, with Jean's help, has made him agree to monthly visits so far.

But today marks the anniversary of the battle of Shiganshina, and she's decided to make Levi attend- well no, that's not how Jean ha dphrased it. To invite Levi over to the yearly reunion the surviving Scouts of that event have held since the war ended. He's never agreed to come the preivous years, but she suspects Onyankopon didn't insist much on it and she's never had the chance to invite him directly.

Armin suggested leaving him alone like he requested when she mentioned it, but Mikasa's chosen to ignore his point of view -she's tired of people enabling Levi's unhealthy whims when they're not permanently around to see him closing in on himself and getting worse. Jean pretended he was only on board because he has to as her husband, but Mikasa knows he's concerned as well. She's seen him frown over the cheery -in a Levi fashion, but still- front he's putting on that's gotten creepily convincing lately, and they've discussed the odd fact that he always seems reluctant to stay indoor and insists they go out to enjoy the weather instead -even that day it rained so much the porch got soaked and they had to practically beg him to get back inside. There's also that moment he grew even paler than his natural complexion the last time they came over, when Jean spotted a black jacket thrown over his couch and made a joke about Levi finally letting loose and allowing himself to be a little messy, and the former Captain had looked freaked out for a while after that.

She only gets a contemplative hum from hee daughter in reply, and the journey to Levi's hermit hut is oddly silent. Until the yellow front door appears between thick tree trunks, and Mikasa's hand suddenly feels empty as little legs rush their way into Levi's home without awaiting her parents' arrival.

"Do you think she'll ever manage to learn when to knock?" Jean asks around a smile as they reach the steps.

Before Mikasa replies, a familiar head pops back out of the house.

"Mama, who's that kissing Uncle Levi?"

Mikasa shares a half surpeised, half saddened look with Jean, knowing they're both thinking of the one and only name they could have ever imagined saying in response to that question, and she readies herself to scold the little one and dissipate the misunderstanding.

But just as she passes the threshold, she comes face to face with the familiar sight of Levi's living room, and the very unfamiliar sight of two blushing people including her cousin and former Captain.

It takes her a while to recognize the other person, but after the initial shock, there's no denying it. The tall and lanky figure that abruptly stands up from the couch -and Levi's lap, evidently- the brown messy hair, the milky white iris of a blind left eye behind askew glasses. The seemingly thousand of burn scars all over their face and exposed body make up as much of a challenge as they are a clue to identify them, and the comforting affection in that one caramel-colored eye as it lands on Mikasa's family is unmistakably theirs.

"Hange-san?" Jean whispers.

He sounds uncertain and scared and small, so unlike himself Mikasa wonders if he's really the one who just spoke. She remembers their mixed screams and tears as they'd seen Hange leap to their death that fateful day, remembers falling to her knees with sobs wracking her body while she mourned her Commander for the brief moments she was allowed to, and she admires her husband for being able to speak because she can't find her own voice right now.

Hange, because that's them even if her brain's having trouble reconciling that reality with those memories, that is them standing in the middle of this messy and oddly decorated room in that tiny cabin lost in the largest forest of all that damned island, Hange smiles a warm and bright smile their way, nodding shortly before they drop to their knees and turn their attention fully to the youngest person in the room.

"By the Walls," they squeal, their own voice rougher and more cracked than Mikasa remembers, "you must be Jean and Mikasa's baby, right?"

Her child frowns as she takes Hange in, turning to her parents for guidance, and somehow Mikasa manages to allow a soft smile to show on her features.

"It's alright, Zoë, you can go ahead and answer," she says with an encouraging nod.

Hange doesn't appear surprised at the name, but their fidgetting hands and the way their eye suddenly explores every direction but the one of Levi's unexpected guests betrays just how awkward it is for them to hear it.

"You're wrong. I'm not a baby anymore," Zoë declares proudly as she takes one brave step towards this stranger, arms crossed over her chest.

Hange lets out a chuckle at that announcement and the confidence in it, before their smile starts looking a little stilted.

"No, you aren't, my bad. You're all grown up now," they note, a distinct regretful edge to their tone.

But Zoë doesn't pick up on it, and she speaks again before Mikasa can prevent it.

"Who are you, and what's wrong with your face?"

Mikasa's heart stops and she curses inwardly as she remembers the precaution they'd taken about explaining her and Jean's scars, as well as Levi's specific ones to Zoë early on. Like many children born after the war, she's familiar with the sight of healed penetrative wounds or missing limbs, and she's used to the way Levi limps after too many hours standing up, but she's never encountered someone with burns scars as extensive as Hange's.

Jean cringes as well, his feet carrying him closer to them just as Levi stands up from the couch and clears his throat.

"Zoë, you can't just-

"It's fine, guys, she's allowed to ask questions! Curiosity should always be encouraged," the former Commander says, not quite meeting Jean's eyes even as they reassure him. "My name is Hange, and my... my face looks like this because I got badly burnt during a battle."

Mikasa doesn't need to see her face to know Zoë's eyes lit up at that last word.

"Ohhh you were a soldier too?" she asks excitedly, eagerly walking closer and inspecting their exposed skin even more openly now.

Hange nods with a soft smile, leaning forward to allow Zoë to touch their face.

"Gentle, Zo," Mikasa reminds her.

Hange looks up, opening their mouth as if to thank her for the warning, but averts their eye almost immediately. It breaks something new in Mikasa's heart, the shame and discomfort Hange seems to feel towards her and Jean, and the only reason she doesn't have to stop herself from demanding an explanation is that she's still questioning her own brain too much right now to do so.

Zoë's taking up all of Hange's focus anyway, carefully touching their skin, their curious hands softly tracing the scars on their face and neck, and Mikasa feels... envious. This already fucked up day is turning into the weirdest dream she's had in a while, and she wouldn't mind getting to touch Hange too and make sure she's not a fucking ghost or hallucination.

Levi gestures over to her like he's read her thoughts, annoyingly pointing towards the kitchen like he wants to give the two newly acquainted pair some space.

"It's softer than it looks," Zoë observes, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, freezing Levi to his spot as he was starting to head to the other room. "Will it stay like that?"

"Well, it's still healing," Hange explains, "but I'll always look.. it's not going to get much prettier, no."

"Hmm. Hange, can I ask something else?"

"Sure, Z-Zoë," they try, their tongue stumbling over the name.

"Can I ask why you were kissing Uncle Levi?"

Hange's face turns beet red once more, and Levi coughs as he chokes on his own saliva.

"I wasn't kissing him, actually," they start in their best, almost familiar diplomatic tone, "because you came running into the room when it was about to happen."

"Oh. I forgot to knock," Zoë realizes, shooting a sheepish glance her parents' way.

"It's alright, I was never great at it either. Do you want some tea?" Hange asks, opening their arms.

"Sure!" Zoë replies, throwing herself in their embrace and letting them carry her up. "Uncle Levi always has new flavours!"

"I know! Come on, let's find one you haven't tried before."

They walk off chattering, and there's an akmost awkward silence in the room suddenly.

"I know what you're here to ask, but you could have called before barging in, you know," Levi reproaches as soon as Hange's out of earshot, although it sounds almost playful. "I have a landline in here."

"And you could have called when Hange came back from the fucking dead. How long have you known?" Mikasa spits out, unable to restrain herself any longer.

She can't find it in her to be mad at Hange, can't sort through everything seeing them makes her feel and pick something as petty as anger to focus on here and now.

Anger at Levi, though, that's something she can handle. Something she's comfortable with, even, and if the bored, nonplussed glance he shoots her way is any indication, he is as well. It doesn't stop Jean from reaching out and holding her hand, grounding her efficiently as always.

"Six months and one week," Levi simply replies, his eye wandering around the house he -they, Mikasa mentally corrects- moved into then, before settling on Hange. "I couldn't... They said they weren't ready to see you guys yet."

The three former Scouts look on at the surreal spectacle that is Hange perching Zoë on their shoulders as they help her pick a beverage, the two of them giggling like they've known each other for months.

"So that's what you were up to this whole time hiding out here, huh? Having secret make out sessions with the Scouts 14th Commander?" Jean asks playfully, his voice mostly back to its usual self now.

Levi raises an eyebrow at him, before his lips curve up the way Mikasa hasn't witnessed in a long, long while.

"That would have been the first time, actually," he mumbles, heat sprinkling color over his cheeks again. "Hey, four-eyes, no, that's the coffee stash. You can't give coffee to a child!"

Hange and Zoë both argue with him as he walks over to join them, and laugh at his expense when their combined height keep the forbidden item away from his reach.

"What do you think Armin and Conny are going to find harder to believe; Hange being alive, or the fact that Levi and them have never even smooched before?"

Mikasa shakes her head and chuckles.

"I guess we'll find out tonight," she replies with a wink.

.

totally stole the first name idea from this adorable fanart

#snk fanfic #snk drabble #shingeki no kyojin #levihan #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #jeankasa's kid #hange zoë #this is the first time i write jeankasa #v insecure about it!! #post canon snk #my stuff #asks #mutuals #youre ackermine #squad denial #fix it fic #jean kirstein

[lovewithoregrets]

This is a one shot/chapter from my other fic. Some sad bittersweet Eruri feels for you!

#eruri #attack on titan #snk #levi ackerman #levi x erwin #erwin smith #aot #levi aot #headcanon #the feels #snk eruri #snk erwin #post canon #aot erwin #aot eruri #boys in love #tragedy

[latirri]

What keeps you by my side?

Levi x reader

Canon world

Postwar levi

Fluff

His back resting on the headboard of his bed, generated an uncomfortable burning, not as much as in the first days of recovery that he transitioned after the end of the war.

this is the end? To continue living, was it my prize as a warrior? Or was it a punishment for the lives I took?

He thought more than once.

His return to Paradise was immediately denied due to his conditions. He would have to stay at Marley until his physical health improved.

They also said that he should improve psychologically from war damage, like all soldiers. In fact, Marley had an advanced psychological rehabilitation system, due to his years of military experience.

And what else could he do?

All he had was his memories and the guilt of dying on purpose. He couldn't do that to the soldiers who died for the freedom. He couldn't give himself up to the arms of death voluntarily, he didn't deserve it.

What kept him slightly hopeful?

Sure, you.

His fellow recruit who had been around since almost the beginning. Who had loved Erwin as much as he had. Who had stayed by his side. The only one who bet on Levi's full recovery. He still didn't understand the source of your loyalty.

"The water is really hot here" You said coming out of the bathroom with a towel on your head. The steam confirmed the words previously said by you.

Your bandages were clean white. They were new.

Your red, puffy eyes.

You also suffered from remorse. Your body scars reminded you of your internal injuries. Every time you saw those marks on your back, you remembered how your partner was stepped on by that Titan. How your family collapsed like your house. How you had to kill comrades with your bare hands.

Maybe that made you stay with him. Both understood the pain of so many years not knowing what was around them, and the despair of a promising future for the inhabitants within the walls.

"Come, now it's your turn" You said approaching with a smile and eyes wrinkled by the grimace. "You must be suffering from the dirt", you let out a laugh.

After the war ended, in addition to staying with him, you decided to take charge of his care to be as far away as possible from proudly Marlean citizens whose remorse for the island's demons was still burning like the first day. You watched to see if the doctors and nurses who visited them made any suspicious moves, but nothing ever happened.

That's why there you were, holding tightly to your ex-captain from his armpits, to be able to place him in his wheelchair.

Who would have thought, right? Mankind's strongest soldier, depending on the kindness of another female soldier to sit on a chair and be bathed.

You bathed him and disinfected his wounds. Job that first belonged to the nurses, but after the critical moment, it became yours.

And you had focused so much on that that you sometimes forgot you were also a recognized heroine for the recovery of peace.

The image in his eyes was quite absurd. Levi without being able to do anything, and you, testing all your physical strength trained for years, to be able to lift him, hold him in the air, and move the wheelchair with your foot to be able to position it in a more comfortable place.

It looked like it wasn't an easy job, but Levi knew you wouldn't say anything.

But he just shut up and ate his embarrassment, he had no choice. Until that moment.

"You know? This is useless" He said after almost falling out of your arms because of your mistake "Call the doctors and go back to your house, to Paradise"

His voice was like an angry old man. The first thing you thought was that you were the useless one, you couldn't think if there would be any problem with the help itself.

"You're as much a warrior as I am damn, you can't spend your days of freedom helping someone you don't owe anything to, I'm not your fucking captain anymore!"

Your face changed, from a surprised one to a serious one. You continued with your task, regardless of the words of your former captain.

"Come on, what is it that keeps you by my side? If we both know that there is no future for me in this new life". He said almost resignedly, with sadness never before taught by him. Over time, Levi felt that he could open up a little more, he felt you were more of a partner.

You took him to the bathroom, obstinate to fulfill your task. "You no longer owe me anything, you have done your duty".

"I never minded serving you, Levi." You finally spoke. You started by undoing the top button of his shirt, but he wouldn't let you. You looked at him scolding him.

"Levi" you sighed deeply "Who do you have in your life inside the walls?" He didn't say anything, looking down in pain "Me. Not even your recruits, because they don't know you from before not knowing about life outside of Paradise, they don't know you before hope. They don't know Mike, Hange, Petra. They don't know Erwin. We do. We're all we have left, and I can't afford to lose another memory. I already told you on our previous visit to Marley, let's be each other's reason for living."

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi fluff #aot imagines #canon #snk headcanons #post war #aot fluff #shingeki no kyojin

[teufelme]

Fr I spend so much time thinking about my muses and their survival verses that I forget they died in canon...

#i . ooc . #It's the same with my Marco blog. I talk and think so much about his survival verse that it's sort of... become the canon in my head... #Every time I watch Marco or Bertolt's death. Sure. It hits a nerve... and then two mintues later it's almost like it's a fan made thing. #A fever dream... my brain just cannot comprehend it. It's like. Ok ignoring this. #I've always written characters that are killed off. When I actually write one that's alive it's like. What am I doing. #Are you really rping a dead character if you don't just ignore their death though... Survival verses are so fun. #I am so happy they have come further in recent times because trust me. Being in the early SNK rpc. and EVERY time you posted about ur muses #birthday or a survival idea you got greeted w. 'But they're dead'. Not in my household sry

[rykiioudreams]

[Post War Louna D. - Levi A.] "Peace" 💚✨

Spring is coming soon, so I thought I'd do a little Post War illustration with my sweethearts 🥺💞

#Aot OC #Original Character #Levi Ackerman #Attack On Titan #Canon x OC #Oc x Canon #Levi Fanart #Levi Art #OC Art #Couple Art #Spring #Post War #SNK OC #anime art