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Chapter Six: Backtalk Is For Losers

Alstroemeria, Chapter Six: A bit of backtalk gets you into trouble with the infamous Lance Corporal Ackerman.

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There was a pain that you could sense even before you open your mind to the subject of complete consciousness. It trickled down into your right big toe.

You slowly sat up after you opened your eyes to a row of empty cots made with plain white linen and one flat pillow. You rubbed your eyes, looking around to the majority of the room that was, to say the least, depressing. All along the walls were shelves and cupboards made from dark, grainy wood, set with vials and mason jars of who knows what.

You reached for the little nightstand on the side of your bed, set with only a tarnished bell that you pressed with your palm.

Moments later, you could hear shuffling and footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened open, and to your dismay, an unfamiliar woman entered with a glass and a pitcher of something that sloshed with ice.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

You watched with mild shock as she poured you a glass of ice water and held it out. Your dry tongue yearned for the glass, and you took it and gulped it down in a moment.

The woman gave you a refill.

“Who are you?” you asked after one more drink.

“I am the on call surgeon for the survey corps,” she explained, setting the pitcher down on the racketing side table.

“I’m at the survey corps?” you asked. Your brows contorted with confusion. “How long have I been...?”

“About four days,” she explained. “You were badly hurt during the battle of Trost and you lost a lot of blood. Your injury required twenty two stitches, all on your lower back, where you had a five centimeter deep gash after being dropped on a rock fragment.”

You were dumbfounded. “Four days?” Four days for such a minor injury?

“You must have needed the rest,” the surgeon said with a simple shrug. “Your friends attested your long day of hard work.”

“Why am I with the survey corps?” you asked. “Where are the others?” You’d been half tempted to ask for your friends, but you didn’t really have friends. You had people you’d trained and bunked and fought with, but not ‘friends.’

“You are one of the few cadets that seemed to be close to the asset. Captain Ackerman has been waiting for you to wake up so that you can be questioned.”

Questioned? Captain Ackerman? Asset? Though none of that answered your question about the other cadets, it explained why you were at the survey corps hospital.

The surgeon explained Eren as the asset, and Captain Ackerman is the man in charge of anything related to Eren. Captain Ackerman wanted to know about Eren, from every point of view possible.

You drank the rest of your water before crawling out of bed. You could feel the stiff sutures rub against the fabric of your shirt. The ache of the injury stiffened your movements as you paced back and forth across the length of the room like the doctor had asked of you.

She made a note on the parchment pad she held before setting it down and making way to the cabinets that lined the wall. It was filled with syringes made of brass and had foggy glass jars filled with powders and pills capsules.

She leveled four scoops of a thin, white powder and placed it in a small drawstring bag. “That’ll be for the pain,” she says. “Mix one spoonful it into water or tea before bed and again as needed. The survey corps only allows one dosage of painkillers per injury, so you will not be getting any refills. Try not to get addicted.”

You were tempted to toss the bag back towards her. “Addicted?” you said with wary.

The surgeon shrugged.

“What’s your name again?” you asked. She lifted her brows.

“I am Kathie Perrine, head of surgery and chief assistant to Hanji Zoe, the lead on science and medical research here at the corps.” Kathie reached for the glass frames that were tucked into her shirt pocket, unfolding the arms then placing them at the bridge of her nose. “The captain will give you more information on your room detail and other housing matters. You and the other cadets will be given the formal opportunity to choose your branch of desired service after Eren Jaegar’s trial. Captain Ackerman’s office is up the staircase outside the room, at the right hand wall. It’s the very first entrance.”

You clutched your bag of medicine tightly, nodding and trying to soak up all the information you could. It felt like Kathie was trying to get you out of the surgery as soon as possible, even though you didn’t feel ready yet.

“What if I get lost?” you asked before you budged.

Kathie looked lost herself. “Ask for directions. You’ll get it.”

As you walked out the double surgery doors, you felt like Kathie wasn’t too concerned with you getting to the apparently important Captain Ackerman. Maybe you’d get lost in the giant place and die. Maybe you’re stitches would rip open and you’d bleed to death on the stairs.

It felt like it would happen as you climbed the steps, wincing as the tightly closed wound on your back stretched with every movement. It was worse than the sort of stretch you got when your knee was scabbed. It was real.

This was all real. You were at the cadet corps in God knows where, about to meet God knows who.

But you had been assured by Miss Perrine that Captain Ackerman would set you straight with your living details and your new assignments. Then you could get the hell out of here.

The survey corps was not a place you wanted to be.

With every step up the winding staircase, you could remember the agonizing noises of wailing and screaming on the roads of Trost.

You looked at your hands; you flex and clench them, looking at every detail of your skin. You had been scrubbed down. No dirt and blood was jammed underneath your fingernails.

What was that boy’s name?

You suddenly remembered him as you took a stark right, looking at the oak door to Captain Ackerman’s office.

You hesitantly rapped your knuckles against the door.

“Enter,” a stern sounding voice sounded from beyond the oak.

You turned the brass handle and opened the door to a neatly put together office. It was a normal looking one, with a large wooden desk, stacks of yellowish parchment and leather bound books. You were completely stunned to see who must be the one and only Captain Ackerman.

He wasn’t like you’d imagined at all. For one, he wasn’t old. At least, he didn’t look like it. He was older than you, by maybe ten or so years. His hair wasn’t white or gray, but rather a deep shade of black that had undertones of violet in the candlelight.

He was sorting papers, not bothering to look up as he spoke. “Name?”

“Y/n L/n,” you stammered, offering a weak salute. You felt strangely embarrassed by the greeting, wondering if he’d look at you and wonder why on earth you were doing such a pose. It didn’t feel like he was a captain. He felt like something much more intimidating.

His eyes finally met yours, and you felt like you’d been slapped in the face. Sharp and steely as they were, they were darkly beautiful. He had a stern looking expression, one to match his voice, and the finest bone structure you think you’d ever seen.

He did not look like he belonged in the survey corps. He looked like he belonged in the royal courts at the interior, maybe even on the arm of a princess.

“Yes, miss L/n,” he murmured to himself as he searched through his papers. “Have a seat.”

You strained to do so without meeting his gaze as he looked back and forth between files.

“I am Levi Ackerman, a squad leader here. For the time being I’m also taking the lead on the Eren Jaeger case. I’ll be asking some questions about Jaeger and I am expecting your full, honest answers. Now, until you’ve chosen a corps to serve in you’re going to be residing here and answering directly to me.”

He looked at you for confirmation when you did not answer, a thin eyebrow raised high.

You stammered, “Oh, yes sir,” as a pathetic reply.

The captain tutted under his breath. “Room assignment is seven in the girls hallway,” he said then, going through his papers. He didn’t sound like he really wanted to be going over this all with you. “Sauna and showers every morning at seven sharp for the females. Breakfast seven thirty. Lunch is optional, all noon. Dinner eight in the evening. Questions?”

“No, sir,” you quickly said. You could remember all of that. Maybe.

“Let’s talk about Jaeger.”

It was an abrupt topic change, one that you didn’t quite welcome. To be honest, you didn’t want to be here at all. You were in the total dark about everything. Where was Krista and Ymir?

And Armin, and Mikasa, and even Eren?

Reiner?

The last image that you could muster into your brain was clutching Eren’s limp body in your arms. You remember trying to pull him free of the titan corpse and then nothing else.

“Last time you and I met, you had been recently injured,” Levi noted. “How is that?”

You blinked. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, “but I don’t actually remember meeting you.”

The captain impatiently tapped his pencil “The injury?” he repeated.

You felt your face flush with warmth and embarrassment. “Better,” you said quietly, using a hand to feel the medicine in your pocket.

“And was that induced by Jaeger?”

“I don’t think so. No.”

“Do you think, or do you know?” the captain asked. His eyes were a stronghold, trying to force their way into your nerves.

“I-No.”

“So, you know, then?” the captain asked. He leaned back in his chair, using his forefingers to massage his temples. “It’s a simple question.”

“No.” You spoke firmly. “Eren did not hurt me.”

“You do not remember meeting me,” the captain drawled, “but you remember clearly that Eren did not hurt you?”

Floundering was the only way to describe how you were currently feeling. The captain seemed to know every way to make you feel flustered and feverish.

“This feels oddly like an interrogation, captain,” you said before you could stop yourself.

His eyebrows lifted in shock. You could see the age in the crinkles around his eyes as he finally let his face relax. Late twenties, maybe even around thirty, you estimated.

“Let me correct you, cadet,” the captain said slowly. “This is. Did you know Eren Jaegar was a titan?”

Your eyes would have rolled out of your head if you could widen them any wider. “Absolutely not,” you snapped. “I wasn’t under the impression that any human could be a titan.”

“If I were you I would very quickly adjust that attitude, Y/n,” the captain said smoothly. It shook something in your belly when he said it. His dark eyes were unwavering and they peered into you with no remorse.

“I did not know. I don’t know Eren, really. He and I were never friends.”

“Were you close with the Armin boy?” Levi asked as he looked at his pages, making some notes in the margin.

“No.”

“And the girl?”

“Your relative?” you asked for confirmation.

The captain looked surprised again. “Do not begin to assume anything about me, L/n,” the captain said carefully. “Though she and I share the surname, I do not know her. That wasn’t the question. Were you, or are you, close to Mikasa Ackerman?”

“...No,” you said again, feeling the strain of frustration tugging at your jaw, keeping your mouth tense.

“Were you ever threatened by Jaeger?” the captain proceeded to ask.

“Never. I hardly interacted with him.” You crossed your ankles.

“Then why help him?” the captain asked.

You paused. You looked at the captain with a blank expression.

He lifted his eyebrows again, silently repeating the question with what you would have imagined to be a tone of annoyance. “Is there a problem?”

“Is there some reason I shouldn’t have helped him? Does that make me a bad person? An accomplice? I would have liked some support, had it been me. I can’t understand why you don’t understand about-”

“About?” the captain challenged. He wore a strange sort of smirk, as if he were impressed by your impending outburst; it was like he’d been waiting for it all this time.

“About human decency,” you concluded.

The captain had a mask of amusement on his face as he folded his hands overtop his desk. “You’re a stark change from the usual cadets around here.”

“How so?” you asked, feeling your face sizzling with impending embarrassment.

“You’re a much bigger dumbass than most of them. In the two interactions we’ve had together, you’ve proven yourself to be quite stubborn. You refuse to die, and yet you also refuse to comply with human nature. The nature in this compound is that I am your captain and I ask you what I ask you not to humiliate you, but to form a solid basis of what I’m dealing with. Eren Jaeger is not a usual situation. I will not have usual reactions. Despite that, I expect you to behave like a cadet should behave. You’ve made your impression. Those are all the questions I have for you today. Report to your quarters, change into uniform, then report here immediately.”

“For what?” you asked, your voice squeaky with humiliation.

“For janitorial service. Problem with that?”

His challenging tone was just daring you to talk back one more time.

You ground your teeth in a hard clench. “No, sir.”

“You are dismissed,” the captain said with a small wave of his pale, slender hand. You could see the scars and callouses that littered the top of his palm even from your seat across the desk.

Standing to your feet, with your fists clenched at your side, you offered Levi a stiff salute; you didn’t mean it, without a doubt, but you didn’t want to risk getting in even more trouble.

“Dismissed, cadet,” the captain said again. “I expect a swift return.”

You have never felt so completely humiliated. The captain had practically gutted you in there. Your legs trembled by the knees as you stormed out of the office.

You paused in your steps, groaning, then you turned around again, making your way back inside.

“Yes, cadet?” the captain asked, sounding exhausted as he immediately pinched his nose in frustration.

“I forgot my room assignment,” you muttered, avoiding meeting his gaze.

“Room seven, girls’ hallway,” he said. “I can write it down if you’d like.”

“No thank you. Sir,” you added before he could bitch again.

It was a slap in the goddamn face to have to march up to your room while knowing you’d have to march back down and face your first ever corporal punishment.

The girls’ hallway was marked by a little plaque on the door. All the doors were made of the same kind of heavy oak with grains and lines from the aged tree it’d been born. No numbers were put up. You had to count a few times, unsure of how the rooms were meant to be numbered. Down one wall, then back the other? Or alternating?

You hesitated to enter the room you thought would be yours. You knocked a couple of times, while pressing your ear up against the door to hear any answers inside.

The room, though muffled, was undeniably silent. You opened up the sticky door, the door swinging into the room.

It was a plain room, but no doubt better than the group bunks you had at the training academy. One unmade cot was pressed up in the left corner. Your familiar trunk of belongings sat on the bare mattress, alongside a set of sheets, a woven quilt, and two dismal pillows.

There were no windows; rather the light source for the rest of your days here would be the oil lamp or the three large candles sitting on the pathetic looking desk pushed up against the north facing wall.

Wow. You sure got lucky with room number seven, you bitterly think to yourself as you slam the door shut behind you. Stalking forward you could feel the slight pain in your back as you threw open your trunk. You felt relieved to see your belongings packed in it. It must have been brought after the attack.

As you sifted through, looking for your uniform, you felt rage boiling in the pit of your stomach. The prickly, uptight Captain Ackerman had an easy time brushing off your attitude and asking you insensitive questions about Eren. Who knows what Eren’s feeling right now? His experience compared to the others that suffered in Trost is entirely different, but likely just as traumatic. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling.

Really, you couldn’t imagine how anyone was feeling.

You thought back to Fable, her baby Bree, and that boy who was just around your age, whose name you’d forgotten. You felt nauseous as you imagine the fate that could have befallen them after they left with your horse.

You didn’t want to know the details. You’d rather go on the rest of your life assuming they made it to their little farm in Fairkelt by Stohess.

Just as you didn’t want to know the details of their adventure, you certainly didn’t want to know what happened in Trost after your injury. You feel lucky for not remembering the injury itself, or your apparent first meeting with Captain Levi Asshole-man.

Four days has been long enough to clear out the titans and assemble the dead.

You took your time buttoning up your shirt as you tried to keep the Captain waiting for as long as possible (without getting in even more trouble). Maybe if you just barricade your door, he’ll give up and let you go on your way.

Doubtful.

You shoved your feet into your knee high boots, strapping up the buckles as you eyed your trunk you’d moved to the floor. It was a little bit pitiful to look at the small room and realize you didn’t even have enough belongings to fill it up. There wasn’t even enough clothing to constitute owning a wardrobe.

You kicked the trunk out of the way as you stalked out of the seventh bedroom in the girls’ hallway.

Your back did feel stiff and achy as you sped walked to Captain Ackerman’s office.

As you walked down the stairs, you could see him waiting outside of his office door, leaning against the door frame with a bucket of water and a lame mop.

“Reporting for janitorial duty, sir,” you scowled as you salute him. The captain simply gestured for you to take the mop. “In the future,” he said as you took the handle, “you will be expected to know where the cleaning supplies are, as you will have to get them yourself,”

“Thank you so much, sir,” you scowled again.

“Cadet, your attitude is the reason you’re doing this,” the captain said carefully. “I would suggest keeping that attitude of yours in check for the duration of your stay.”

If you had the balls to do it, you would have made a retort featuring something about his height. It was surprising how short he was. You couldn’t tell by him simply sitting, but on his feet, he didn’t even exceed 5-foot-four.

You chose to keep your mouth shut the way he’d so lovingly suggested.

You dunked the mop head into the water before slapping it against the stone floor. “Happy mopping, cadet. I’ll make sure to leave my office door open if you have any questions. I except the hallway and the staircase to be done after thirty minutes. Then we can review your next cleaning assignment.”

Thirty minutes, you think angrily as the captain turns his back on you to retreat into his stupid office. Just how long would this little punishment last?

You got to work mopping the hallway outside of the captain’s door; his office seemed to be the only one down here, so you didn’t have any luck of running into your acquaintances. While you wanted to ask him about any of them, you had a small feeling he’d be of little help.

You supposed that you couldn’t blame him. If he truly were managing Eren Jaeger’s case, he must have an enormous amount of work he needs to get done. Your testimony, though filled with ‘attitude’ may have helped him some, and he needs to properly log it. How stressful.

Such a job would produce wrinkles in the forehead.

Looking at him as he works, you can see that while he may be older than you, his face is rather smooth. You’d peg him to be in his later twenties.

You were stunned to look from his office to the corridor, and seeing a young woman approaching. You blushed. You didn’t want her to think strangely of you for continually glancing into the Captain’s office.

“Good afternoon, miss cadet,” the woman said kindly. You lamely gathered a salute as you got caught in the warmth of her eyes. She was incredibly beautiful. She had soft hazel eyes, and wavy reddish brown hair that tickled her chin and neck.

“Is Captain Levi available?”

Levi must have heard the woman’s voice. He quickly stood to his feet, pushing down his stack of papers and striding out of the office.

“Petra,” he said smoothly. His voice was noticeably kinder than it had been when he had spoken to you.

“Hello Captain,” Petra replied with a voice so genuinely sweet. “I see you’ve been working hard. Already giving poor cadets janitorial punishments? She’ll never want to join the survey corps now,” she added, throwing a small wink your way.

You would have laughed if you weren’t so flabbergasted by the captain’s change in demeanor.

So he could be nice! You supposed any one would be nice to a young woman as pretty and charming as Petra. So, that’s not you. Not that it matters.

You don’t need the captain to like you, mostly because you have no intention of staying in the survey corps longer than you have to. You’d certainly had enough of death and destruction to last you an entire lifetime. The Garrison unit just made sense.

It’s not as if you had any other options.

You did your best not to eavesdrop on the conversation Levi and Petra were having. You mostly wanted to listen for details on any of your friends, maybe even Reiner or Krista. Any familiar mention of the two would make you feel somewhat better for being trapped here.

“L/n,” the Captain called.

You jolt with a start. You cast your eyes into the office, the sole point you’d been trying to avoid until now. “Yes, captain?” you asked meekly. His gaze combined with Petra’s made you feel strangely sick.

“Finish up with the staircase,” he said dismissively, immediately turning his attention back to Petra, as if he hadn’t just spoken to you. “Then you’ll be escorted to the mess hall for dinner.”

You blinked back tears of absolute ignominy.

Petra noticed how you’d been silently struck by the captain’s curt words, and she tugged his sleeve, whispering something to him with her eyebrows sternly furrowed.

You weren’t sure that you could bare the weight of their eyes any longer, or even the potentially cruel response from the captain.

You strained to pick up your bucket. You knelt down, wincing at the strain it put on your stiches. The flat soles of your boots left imprints on the wet floor as you slowly walked up the stairs of the spiral case.

Water sloshed over the bucket as you struggled to place it somewhere constructive. Rather than listen to Petra and the Captain, you tried to decide how the hell you would go about mopping stairs. It was very compelling as you tried to block out the small laughs that Petra let out downstairs as they discussed the “shitty new batch of cadets.”

You felt slightly unnerved at the thought of the captain shit talking you to Petra. What did you ever do to that man?

You’d done nothing. You couldn’t be expected to not get angry when the captain likes a dickhead. You dunked your mop into the bucket before you sloshed the head of it around on the first step.

As long as Captain Ackerman is apart of this corps, you’d never, ever join. You would rather slap the man in the face then tell him to shoved. Straight up a titan’s-

A slight scream left your mouth as you felt the heel of your boot pushed the bucket of water back. It clunked against the steps, spilling the water across the way and gathering beneath your boots. The flat soles did nothing to save you as you felt the entire world tipping backwards.

You tumbled down the hard set of stairs, shrieking so abruptly at the pain that you bit your tongue hard.

It was a hard thump at the bottom of the steps, your head cracking against the stone floor.

“Oh, m--!”

You could hardly hear the rushing footsteps to your side as Petra’s light feet slapped against the floor.

Her light head of hair appeared over you, her eyes wide as she knelt down to your side.

“Are you alright?”

No. You were not alright. You were laying in a pool of your own blood because your stitches pulled open. You opened your mouth to reply, to maybe even ask for help, but the blood from your tongue seeped out in a mixture of your saliva.

This seemed to truly frighten Petra as she called for the captain.

“No,” you begged her, wiping your mouth as you tried to sit up. “Not the captain.”

“Christ, L/n,” the captain swore as he exited the office. “I only asked you to mop. Is that something to throw yourself down the stairs over?”

He came to your side, just by Petra. He rolled the white sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he examined your wounds. “Ah, shit,” he muttered.

You flinched under the captain’s touch. His arm swept underneath your back, pulling you to sit upright. His hand tugged at the blood soaked hem of your shirt. His palm felt warm against your wound. “Shit,” he said again. “Okay, you’re going to the surgery.”

“No,” you said quickly. You used the back of your mouth to wipe the spit from your mouth. “I just came out of there.”

Petra looked horrified at your words. She whirled her head towards the captain. “She just came out of the medical unit,” she gasped. “And you already had her go onto janitorial service?”

Levi looked flabbergasted. He didn’t bother to say anything. Surprisingly, he just kept his mouth shut as he swept his other arm beneath your legs. You tried to push out of his arms as he rose to his feet.

You were slightly shocked at how strong he was, especially considering his height.

“Medical unit,” the captain said sternly. “Now.”

“I can walk there,” you argued, still squirming under the feeling of his strong hand clasped across your wound.

He met your eyes with his own. It was a strange sight. Up close, his eyes were less dark. They were a smoky grey, with little wisps of crystalline blue seemingly fracked into the irises.

“Let me do my job, cadet,” Levi said as he continued to carry you down the hall.

You felt so close to tears as you earned glances of confusion from the wandering soldiers. While the captain didn’t seem to mind, you really did. You hated feeling so exposed and helpless to a person you didn’t even know. You fought in the Trost battle, for Wall’s sake! You could make it to the surgery all on your own.

Shame doused over you as Levi kicked the door of the surgery open, immediately demanding a bed and attention for you. You hated the way he said your name. Cadet Y/n L/n sounded almost like an insult. It didn’t take a genius to know that the captain doesn’t like you very much; perhaps some reason is your own fault. Even so, you felt like you didn’t deserve to be judged based off a first interaction.

Or, second interaction, if you count the captain’s claim that he met you during Trost. You couldn’t remember that no matter how hard you tried, in the same way you couldn’t remember Fable’s friend’s name.

Kathie Perrine stalked towards you and Levi, rolling her eyes practically to the back of her head when she recognized you. “Back for more?” she asked you.

She gestured a thin hand to one of the made beds.

You tried to crawl out of Levi’s hold. He didn’t let you. Instead, he placed you gently on the mattress.

And then he left.

You looked after him, shocked that he had managed to be so nimble and graceful looking even with his hand covered in your blood. You blushed as Kathie approached you, looking not as gentle as Levi had been. “What happened?”

You started to unbutton your shirt as she gestured for you, mumbling in a low voice, “I fell down the stairs.”

“You fell down the stairs?” Kathie said for confirmation. A little part of you was willing to be that she was repeating it to rub it in your face. She sighed. “Well, lay on your stomach girl. I’m going to have to close them up.”

You cringed. “Is there any way for me to be unconscious during this procedure?” You begged.

“Not unless you want me to hit you over the head with a lead pipe,” the doctor said. “I can give you a drink of whiskey, though,” she added hopefully.

You accepted.

You downed the two shots Kathie measured out for you before turning to lay on your stomach. Her hands were cold against the sticky, warm mess of your wounded back. They didn’t feel anything like the captain’s had.

You tried to focus on the captain’s hand as Kathie made the first stitch.

You wonder if he felt bad, at all. You wonder if he’s discussing just how lame and clumsy you are with Petra. Sure, a small part of you knows you slipped on your own accord, but majority of your brain blames the captain. He had to have known you’d just gotten out of the medical unit.

Oh, but maybe that’s just how it works in adult life. Perhaps you’re just used to being coddled by Commander Sadies; it was strange, thinking that Sadies was the nice one in comparison to the 5′3 captain.

“So, what happened?” Kathie asked.

You clutched onto a pillow, trying not to tear the fabric apart and release the feathers. “I fell down the stairs while mopping.”

Kathie snorted a laugh. You didn’t exactly appreciate it.

“Well,” she said, “I suppose you learned your lesson. I’m tempted to put you on bed rest...but, with Eren Jaeger’s trial coming up, you’ll need to attend.”

You strained your neck to look at Kathie. “Why do I need to attend?”

“The captain wants you to. Captain Ackerman, that is. He’s been postponing this trial for days, waiting for you to wake up. You were a key witness, you know. He was adamant that you attend. You’ll have to go in a wheelchair.”

You dropped your face into your pillow. “’Wheelchair?!’” you repeated, sounding (and feeling) mortified.

“Trust me, there’s lots of soldiers here that would kill to be put onto wheelchair rest. You’ll be in it for a week.”

“What about my room?”

“Hmm,” Kathie hummed as she did one last stitch. “I suppose you’ll be sleeping down here. I can send someone for your belongings, if you wish. Don’t worry, I won’t be too mean to you.”

You winced at the feeling of her stitching, taking comfort when she told you all she needed to do now was bandage you.

There was a small levee on the wall, made from a wooden handle that poured water from the embedded spout as she pulled it. Kathie dunked a cloth into the water bucket and grabbed a roll of cloth bandages from one of the taller cabinets on the wall.

You braced yourself for the freezing water, and hissed as Kathie put the cold washcloth to your skin.

“If you didn’t want to be uncomfortable, you shouldn’t have fallen down the stairs,” Kathie said in cool tone.

You turned your neck once to glare. “The captain put me on janitorial punishment,” you explained, your voice sounding just slightly snotty.

Kathie tutted. “So soon? I’ll have a word with the captain. Not the first time he’s overworked my patients.”

The captain has a history of this?

Ugh.

You pulled your pillow closer to your face. You focused on the fabric threads, your eyes going cross eyed, as you mumbled, “I don’t think he likes me very much.”

“Trust me, kid,” Kathie laughed. “He doesn’t like anyone.”

When the bandages were done, Kathie helped you roll over onto your back.

As you nuzzled down into the bed that would be yours for the next week, you had one thought that stood out against the others. Anyone, except for Petra.

“I’ll bring you a tray of dinner tonight, and with that you can take your painkiller. I’m giving you a stronger dose, so it might make your stomach uneasy. I’ll send someone up for your things here soon, alright?” Kathie set a folded, linen shirt on your lap. You were bracing your chest with the blanket from the cot.

“Alright,” you mumbled as you slowly tugged the cloth over your head. It’s not as though you have a choice. “Miss Perrine?” you call before she can leave.

“Yes?”

Your cheeks felt warm and rosy before you could speak. “Did you, by any chance, treat a patient by the name of Krista Lenz?”

Kathie shook her head without any thought. “She a friend of yours?”

“You could say that,” you shrugged. You didn’t want to feel to sad to hear that. It’s good to know that Krista wasn’t hurt.

“I can ask around. I’ll see if she’s stationed here. Do you want me to let you know?”

You carefully leaned back against the propped up pillow you pushed behind your neck. “That would be lovely,” you murmured. “Thank you, Miss Perrine.”

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Lemon! (Levi x Reader)- Rougher is Better

This is a repost, Tumblr took down my original post.

Warnings: Rough sex Summary: Want to know what rough is? Ask Levi.

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Rougher is Better

"Fuck"

Levi moaned into your ear as he pulled out. You panted trying to catch your breath while sweat rolled off your skin. What time was it? You turned to look at your alarm clock on the nightstand; in bright red numbers you read 3:44 . Had it really been 3 hours since you started?

"What are you looking at?"

He asked calling back your attention, you responded by smirking and wrapping your legs tighter on his waist brining him even closer. He glared at you and proceeded to look at whatever was on the nightstand that had taken your eyes from him. 'Oh' he thought, and looked down into your eyes again your coy smirk becoming wider. Your hands found their ways to his back and painfully you dug your nails deep into his skin. He frowned.

"Tch, horny brat"

You simply smiled at him you could feel him getting hard again.

"You're not one to judge"

You whispered; your throat extremely soar from moaning, panting and screaming. He grabbed you lifting you quite roughly from the mattress and making you sit on him. As he repositioned you, you felt his hard dick entering you again instantly making you moan and arch your aching body towards him. As soon as you felt the entirety of his shaft inside you, you panted. He thrust his hips forward.

"a-aHHH"

You said involuntarily while throwing your head back enjoying the feeling it brought; you would never be able to get enough from this man. You brought your head forward meeting his eyes; you bit your lip before starting to hump his dick. This was by far Levi's favourite position, you got to feel you working to pleasure yourself it was almost as erotic as watching you masturbate. He grabbed your hips and helped you go on a faster pace.

"Fuck, you are so fucking good"

He remarked letting out a muffled moan. Your head was now resting on his shoulder as your hips kept swaying, your pants filling the otherwise silent room. However, you wanted more, you wanted something even rougher so you opened your mouth and bit down into Levi's shoulder blade. To this he fingers dug into your ass, separating it a giving him more space to fill you. Now it was your nails that began working, this was going to leave scars.

"Ah-ahhhh ah ah ahhhh Moreeeeee~"

That did it, Levi slammed your hips together making him pant faster and faster he would feel you getting there.

"Say my name"

He ordered. You were left at his mercy, you loved this side of him, not wasting a second you complied to his every whim.

"Levi"

You began moaning again.

"Leevi"

His thrust going faster and harder every time you said his name.

"Levii!"

You couldn't stop his name from rolling out your mouth; it flowed so naturally like water.

"LEVI!"

You screamed and came for the fifth time that day. You could feel him close too. He went faster and until he too came inside you filling you up even more than what he had already done not 40 minutes before. You looked down at your connected parts; semen was dripping onto your thighs. He looked down too and smirked. You collapsed into his arms your eyes droopy with exhaustion. You literally could not feel your legs anymore.

"Finally satisfied?"

He asked holding your body closely. You hummed in response, you heard him chuckle and the vibration from his throat. He kissed the nape of your neck lightly sucking it while he laid you back on the mattress. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck not permitting him to separate himself from you.

"I like you inside me"

You commented on his ear while he pulled out from you once again. He unwrapped your arms from him and proceeded to pin them above your head with one hand.

"Are you trying to make me hard again?"

He said with his mouth on your neck nibbling on it lightly.

"Maybe"

You responded turning your head right to allow him more space.

"If you do. I'll make fucking sure you can't walk for the next two days"

He warned and bit harshly earning an exquisite sound from you.

"Levi, I won't be able to walk already, fuck me again"

You said opening your already numb legs for him to position himself in the middle again.

"Fucking brat, I'll show you what it feels like not to be able to move"

He said taking one of your already bruised nipples between his teeth.

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the parent trap — levi ackerman (v)

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: angst and a character that i want to bury deep in the earth

— summary: hours before caelum's identity was revealed, altair was already found out by the one person he least expected would casually say his name and the day just keeps getting worse from there.

— word count: 8.2k :)))

— author’s notes: hey, beautiful people !! i finally updated this and the moment i found out we don't have deadlines set for this week, i immediately wrote out the next part. i'm so sorry for the delay !! enjoy reading and have a good day !!

part one | part two | part three | part four | masterlist

If there were any regrets in Altair’s life, that would be playing (read: corralling) with Captain in one of the plantation’s new flower gardens. The workers were starting to cultivate flowers for Levi’s new line of flavored teas and Altair brought the dog to let him sniff the flowers. That didn’t go as planned because Captain jumped from the boy’s arms and ran around the newly sprouted tulips and sunflowers, leaving Altair shell-shocked. At first, he didn’t know what to do but stare at the overly excited dog until he eventually chased Captain across one of the small flower fields. The dog thought his little master was giving him the time of the day and that resulted in them getting caught by some of the family friends, Isabel and Farlan. Altair had never been scared of a three-hour lecture from Levi in his life.

(His dad gave him several pints of ice cream to compensate for the three hours of nagging.)

As the halos of a new aurora gave way in the [Last Name] household, Altair was shocked to receive a phone call from Caelum. To be honest, the night after he found out you were getting married to another man other than his dad, Altair swallowed his nervousness and asked if he could sleep in your room. Of course, you said yes because the Caelum you know always slept beside you if he ever felt alone and the nightly routine of you reading to him is a must. For Altair though, he slept beside you with his stuffed toy, Snuffles, since he didn’t want you to go and tie the knot with the Lucas person. He completely forgot to tell his twin of the breathtaking (in the worst way possible) news as he succumbed in the arms of one of his parents for the first time. (He stopped sleeping on Levi’s bed once he became eight.)

It hasn’t even been a full day staying with you, his mother, and frankly, he didn’t want to ruin it with Caelum’s call.

But as he heard the words of having a pest calling for Levi’s attention, Altair couldn’t help but drop the bomb on Caelum. The silence spoke loudly on the other side of the call. Altair discerned his brother panicking since he has lived with you his whole life and once he went to California, you’re engaged. After he told Caelum the update, the phone call immediately ended and Al knew his twin was exhausted. He was, too, as he plopped on top of his bed with his arms spread wide. He only fixated his stare on the painted ceiling, lost in the constellations presented above him. It was a magical experience curiously turning on the star projector beside his bed, the entire galaxy circling him right after. At the moment, Altair found himself immersed in scrutinizing a constellation that looked like a kite, eyes reflecting the brightest star in the cluster.

He didn’t notice a person lingering in front of his door.

That was his second regret — leaving the door open.

Hange took great pride in being one of Caelum’s best friends. The little boy never had friends his age growing up and Hange took it as a job to never make the little prince lonely. Caelum always had a hard time expressing himself to children his age, especially in daycare where the kids hovered at him too much to the point that Caelum wailed for his mummy because of the lack of personal space. When he started elementary in the closest private school, his classmates decided to isolate him saying that he ‘looked like he came out of a horror movie, one that would scare babies’. You decided to put him under Hange’s care, pulling him out of his school to let him learn from home. Hange was ecstatic, making Caelum the genius he is today.

So hearing the cryptic phone call from their favorite kid in the world, Hange was confused. First off, why would Caelum call someone his nickname through the phone? They paced in front of the slightly open door, contemplating if they should confront the elephant in the room. Peeking in, Hange took a deep breath to calm themselves. They can imagine your reaction to this plausible theory.

“Little bean?” Hange stepped inside the room with both hands behind their back.

The boy staring at the Aquila constellation sat up too fast, eyes owlishly wide as he took in Hange’s unsmiling face. He gulped down his saliva, chest pounding that maybe he was discovered because Hange is never serious for too long (at least from what Caelum told him). However, Hange is too smart for his own good, discovering that Caelum is in California will be inevitable. “Uh-oh,” he muttered before plastering a large smile on his face. Altair hoped they wouldn’t pick up his nervous sweating and clenched fists. “Hi, Hange, I’m sorry I didn’t finish my breakfast. My friend just had to call early because he missed me. He’s my cabinmate back at camp.” He nodded mindlessly, blinking at his excuse. “Yeah, that’s right, he’s a cabinmate.”

Hange narrowed their eyes at the jittering onyx-haired boy. They crossed their arms on their chest and a pair of light brown irises roamed from the little prince’s head down to the way he sat. Hange chose not to voice out how the boy in front of them appeared sharper, starting with the eyes. He mirrored someone from the past that the brown-haired person knew, even the way the boy gawked at Hange was eerily the same. (That was a one-time thing because Hange entered your room in your shared apartment without warning. Hange both wanted to bleach their eyes and tease the living hell out of their friends who scrambled for the covers.) Well, that is a given because that special someone is the boy’s father and your past husband. Hange was still sad that you two had to separate, it was not right for them to see two of the most important people in their life be miserable like that. They were partially the reason why you ended up with Levi in the first place and seeing the light in your irises die down when the divorce happened. It stabbed Hange in the chest.

“Uh-huh?” Hange hummed, tilting their head upwards as they never looked away from assessing ‘Caelum’. “Who’s this friend of yours? Is this the one who you pushed in the washing area?” The boy never spoke a word. If this were a lighthearted conversation, Hange would’ve cackled at the funny look on the silver-eyed boy. “Why were you referring to them as your nickname? I don’t mean to pry, little bean, but that screamed suspicious to me.”

Altair opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again.

Hange sighed before shrugging dejectedly, their conversation going nowhere. “You can always tell us if you’re ready to reveal yourself.”

What the fuck?

Altair became ramrod straight. There was no way this person deduced that he was not Caelum. Everything came tumbling down. His once perfect, genius, and foolproof plan backfired and it fucking slapped him in the face. All because Hange picked up on his half-assed impersonation of his twin. For fuck’s sake, he doesn’t even know the slightest facts about his brother. Why did he think convincing the people of this household that he’s the kid they know was easier? Because it was the hell not if Hange managed to discover his identity just hours after he stepped foot in this unknown country. Altair’s mind was a tumultuous hurricane of panicking thoughts. Should he act like a fucking idiot and pretend that Hange was wrong or be clean about it because he wasn’t raised as a liar?

Okay, he said ‘fucking’ too many times in his mind in one minute.

Clearing his throat, Altair prayed that he wouldn’t stutter. “H-How’d you know—?”

“Wait, what?”

The two of them stared at each other comically. Hange had their jaw dropped and Altair was so pale that he wanted the ground to swallow him already. It seems like Altair wasn’t the only one suffering from processing this because Hange stammered incoherent sentences, making the situation less awkward for them but more nerve-wracking for the boy. Hange kept pointing at him like he was the answer to every unanswered theory they had, lips wobbly and eyes misty for so many reasons.

“Bloody hell, don’t tell me I’m right?!”

Altair hushed Hange with rapid waves of his hands. He stood up and dashed for the opened door, shutting it with his back planted on the wood. He still looked like an animal caught in a trap. “Please don’t tell Mom,” Altair whispered, forgetting that his British accent slipped off.

A gasp echoed in the room. Hange covered her gaping mouth with her hands, speechless for the first time in a while. Being your best friend, they saw how you shower your baby twins with love after you gave birth — your eyes sparkling with adoration. They remembered teasing Levi for giving all his genes to the appearance of the babies, leaving nothing from the [Last Name] genes but the shape of your eyes on the younger twin. In eleven years, Hange couldn’t deny how curious they were about the older twin. Were they a bright child filled with adventures like little Caelum? Did the idea of exploring the stars and the oceans appeal to them as well? Would they listen to them rant about their experiments despite knowing they’re a talkative person when excited? This boy was leagues more than Hange’s expectations. All those questions were answered the entire time after ‘Caelum’ came home.

No, not ‘Caelum’. This is Altair standing in front of them.

The little boy whose name took after the brightest star of the eagle carrying Zeus’ thunderbolts.

“Oh, my God,” Hange shakily breathed out. “Altair.”

Altair looked like he was about to cry. If Hange knew of him being in London, they’ll inform you of this predicament and send him back to California. Call him selfish but he wanted more time to stay with you and this little yet compact family. He pressed himself further on the door as if he was willing himself to disappear because Hange was about to shit themselves. He closed his eyes tightly, fists clenched at his sides. “Please don’t rat me out, Hange. This is my plan. I’m responsible for this. Caelum—He—Ugh, it’s not his fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have—should never—suggested this stupid idea — I just roped him in. Fuck, why am I stammering?! Hange—“

One of the tightest hugs enveloped Altair, cutting off his rambles.

“Oh, it’s really you!” Hange only tightened their arms around the little boy barely reaching their shoulders. They rubbed their cheek against the side of Altair’s head, teardrops trailing down their face. Hange couldn’t prevent them from falling because the twin you badly wanted to visit all these years was right in front of you all along. They pulled away from Altair, who looked stunned that Hange hugged him instead of ratting him out, and kept him at arms’ length with a vibrant glint behind their eyeglasses. “We have to tell your mum! Oh, she will be so happy—“

“No!” Altair blurted out.

Hange tilted their head. “No?”

“Yeah, no.”

“… Was that a no or a yes?”

Altair sighed, scratching the back of his neck before looking up at Hange again.

“Hange, Mom should never find out about this switch.” He paused, looking away to fix his stare at anywhere but the inquisitive pair of eyes anticipating an explanation from him. There seems to be no way out of this so Altair took a deep breath and began the story. “I met Caelum at camp.” Hange nodded, slowly pulling Altair towards the window seat, walking backward without any accidents. When the two of them settled on the bench cushion, Altair cleared his throat and watched Hange hug a throw pillow on their chest. “He’s the one I was telling you guys about, the friend who I instantly thought who shares half of my soul. I never would’ve thought that we share more than that. At first, I thought it was weird that this boy looked exactly like Dad.” Altair flickered his gaze to the brown-haired person. “You know my dad, right? I think I’ve seen you in some of the pictures in his photo album. You’re always beside Mom.”

Hange perked up with a huge grin. “Levi actually kept some of the pictures we took from uni?” The little boy nodded as an answer, brightening Hange’s smile even more before snorting in amusement. “That shorty is more sentimental than I thought. Yeah, sweet pea, I know your dad. If I’d be honest, I think he should thank me for setting him up with [Name] because if it wasn’t for me,” they paused to tap Altair’s nose with their pointer finger, “you twins would still be floating somewhere in space, waiting.”

Altair blinked at the small tap. “How did they meet?”

“Hmm?”

“Mom and Dad, I mean.”

The gray-eyed boy fiddled with the corners of the throw pillow, his curiosity burning because all he got were vague descriptions of Levi’s life with you. If the time comes when he’ll be going back home to California, Altair wanted to at least know your stories as the only pieces of you left in his life. The chance of Levi getting back together with you was slim, that he was sure of. But that’s because he didn’t make this plan yet.

With this trap set intricately by him and his brother, their little family will be back in no time at all.

“Oh,” Hange exclaimed, smirking at the flow of memories. “Well, [Name] and I chose to pursue university in America, with Oluo following us there because of your grandparents’ request when we were juniors. I think their first meeting went something like Levi staring too hard at [Name] and your mom trying to get away from it.”

Altair snorted a laugh. “I can see that happening. But I understand him because mom is…” He acted out an explosion on his head.

“I know!” Hange laughed. “She belongs in a dream!”

“Who belongs in a dream?”

You decided to check on Altair and Hange since they have been talking for a while and the bang upstairs caught your attention. You tried knocking after a few minutes of waiting patiently for the right time, with their voices dwindling so as not to disturb their conversation. Peering in, you saw the two of them sitting on the window bench cushion, immersed in a bubbly exchange that made you hesitate for a moment. The only thing you picked up on was something along the lines of belonging in a dream. With a small smile, you opened the door — Hange and your son unaware of your presence as you leaned on the doorway with crossed arms. When you uttered the question, you weren’t expecting your little prince to look like a deer caught in a ray of light, alongside Hange who froze at your voice with their lips pursed. Raising an eyebrow at the reaction, you walked towards the boy and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kissing his head affectionately before flashing a smile at Hange.

“It sounds like your conversation brightened up the morning,” you casually told them with a contented sigh. You didn’t miss how the two didn’t shed their tense forms. “What got you two up in a fright? Do I look that ghastly?” You patted your hair with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” Hange scoffed, waving their hand. “Never!”

“Yeah, Mum, what Hange said.”

You hummed, rubbing your son’s shoulders before forcing a smile on your face. “Something is coming up and we will have a guest over. He will be having lunch with us and I just wanted to give you two a little warning.” You pointedly looked at Hange, who groaned at what you said. “Hange, please refrain from scaring him, okay?”

“He should be scared of me!” They exclaimed. Hange had never gotten along with Lucas ever since all of you were teenagers. The man belonged to this family who held close connections to the [Last Name] household. As a way for both families to merge, your parents found it enjoyable to match you up with someone as haughty as the egotistic man. Hange already knew of his intentions from the way he always looked at you when you first met all those years ago, he was starting to think you were an object, a priceless piece of art that was only meant to be displayed and not appreciated. It was a good thing you fled London and went to America to pursue fashion. Hange looked at you right now and thought their words through. “[Name], he’s a bloody menace to society. He’s so pompous that I questioned if he ever thought of us as humans. That man isn’t good for you at all. He’s not even a good person in the first place!”

You sighed, grip on Altair’s shoulder tightening a little. “I know, Hange, but I don’t exactly have a choice.”

Hange caught your gaze flickering to a troubled Altair, who was absorbing the exchange ensuing in front of him with a clenched jaw. The brown-haired person gasped in realization. “No, they did not.” You could only look away from their broken expression, leaning down to kiss your son’s hair. Hange knew better, that was your way of anchoring yourself to the ground and it hurts seeing you like that. They’re at a loss for words. Your parents were being too much now. Hange already promised to fill in the gaps Levi didn’t have the chance to, basically standing in as one of Caelum’s parents. They have no right of taking away another person from your life because their job required keeping the crumbling façade of a perfect conglomerate family. “When did they tell you this?”

“Earlier when I woke up.”

Hange laughed mirthlessly. “You are doing so well, [Name]! How can they not see that you’re already a great mother to Caelum? You don’t need someone to stand in as Caelum’s father! If his number is still the same, I’m going to call Levi and tell him to get back to you—”

“Hange!”

They stopped at your voice, immediately regretting saying Levi’s name out of the blue when they saw your face. Your usual pulchritudinous smile was nowhere to be found, replaced by a desperate and pleading countenance that alarmed Hange and Altair. The crafted persona you always showed to your son crumbled on the spot, tears clouding your vision and your mind exhausted from the pressure put onto you by your parents. The headache only increased when Hange mentioned your ex-husband’s name. There was no chance that that man will go back to how it used to be, he left you — watched your back as you took steps that festered a permanent rift between you two. He didn’t chase you and it led to you asking if all those years basking with rose-colored glasses were worth being etched in your memory.

“Please, just not him,” you breathed out. You looked up at the ceiling and expelled a deep breath. “Let’s talk about this later in my office, Hange.” You stared down at the little boy beside you, the smile you always carried present again on your face. “As for the little prince, will you spend the rest of the morning with me in the gardens?”

“Always, Mum.”

The museum held so many wonders that were familiar to you, hands behind your back as you walked from one exhibit to another. Years of visiting the museums in London rang loud in your mind as if they prompted you to walk down memory lane. The peacock blue coat embracing you, however, was the one who reminded you of the present. It told you that the person following you with an adoring stare was different than your family’s gait and reprimands of being the perfect daughter. You wanted to dress prettily on this date but if you thought ahead that the man walking with you under the arched hallways would give you his coat, you could’ve dressed down a little bit. You turned around to meet this man’s silver eyes, his gaze soft around the corners as if you were the piece of art in the museum.

“You know, this would be better if you’re walking beside me.”

Levi went to you, wrapping his arm around your waist once he reached your waiting figure. He ducked down to kiss you on the cheek and nose. “Enjoying yourself, beautiful?”

You nodded, humming contentedly as you two started walking again, Levi’s hand finding home on your waist. Sometimes the two of you stopped in front of a painting that you like and sometimes, Levi would comment something about a sculpture that nearly made you laugh out loud in the silent, reverberating chamber. There were times when Levi would sit on one of the benches, attention never leaving you as you look up to a painting. He’d take out the compact camera Hange insisted he brings (“to preserve memories, Shorty!”) and aimed it at you, eyes sparkling behind the viewfinder as he tried taking an aesthetic shot. Levi’s breath was taken away when you turned your head to meet his gaze, pressing the shutter immediately. In the picture, your lips were pulled upwards in a small smile, probably planning on telling Levi the history behind the painting’s artist.

He wasn’t looking at the impressionist ensemble on the canvas displayed in the camera screen — Levi was looking at your ethereal face.

It was decided, this will be Levi’s favorite picture of you.

“I’m starting to think that you secretly transferred to the art department,” you noted, looking down at the camera as your face became warm at the appealing photo. “Photography suits you.”

Levi looked up at you with a small smirk. “Yeah? Will you be my muse if I actually do that?” He mentally cringed at how cheesy that sounded.

You giggled. “Only if you’ll be my model for our end-of-the-semester project.”

“Now you’re cornering me.”

“I try my best. Erwin was a probable candidate but he backed out when Hange told him that there will be a fashion show featuring the models. Hey, this might make you uncomfortable but how about asking someone to take a photo of us right now?”

Levi hummed, pretending to think. “Convince me to do that.”

“I’ll bring you tea every day for a month starting next week.”

“Make that one week,” Levi tried to bargain with your impulsive idea. “I don’t want you to spend so much on just a daily drink. You should save your money, brat.”

“I thought you might agree for a second. Deal.”

Your large smile was enough for Levi. While he was admiring you, you turned around to ask a kind stranger to take the photo, brightening at a person standing a few feet away from the bench. They were looking at a painting full of pinks and violets, deciding that they’ll be kind enough to take the picture. You left Levi’s side and bounded to where the person is, pointing in Levi’s direction and nodding fervently when the stranger agreed to help you out. Once you returned, Levi tried so hard not to fidget at the camera aimed at him. His uncomfortable air clearing when you held his hand, the two of you looking at each other as the camera caught the sweet moment. Even though the person told you to look at the camera, they still smiled fondly at how the love radiated from the picture, complimenting that Levi and you look good together.

It was the picture that both twins found, a rip separating you and Levi for good.

It was the picture that you couldn’t find in your drawers. Somebody might have mistaken it for a mere scrap of paper and thrown it away or maybe it was you who accidentally tucked it in between your used sketchbooks. No matter how many times it hurt you just thinking of Levi, his picture was still a source of comfort. That picture was a remembrance from your first date with him, something that Hange and Erwin orchestrated and convinced you two to have. It was a bittersweet thought that the one who you thought would be there for you until the stars die out, was the one pinching your chest every night.

In one of your long casual dresses, you sit out in the patio overlooking the backyard gardens, Altair beside you reading a book from the small library. You’re on your day off since you went back to work yesterday and what better way to spend it than basking under the morning rays with your son.

“Cae,” you called out, switching your position to face him.

He looked up from his book with raised eyebrows. “Yes, Mum?”

“I’m sorry for not telling you about your father all these years.”

Altair slowly closed the book on his lap, giving you his full attention. He cleared his throat and tried for a very safe reply, “I understand, Mum. I’ll always be patiently waiting for the day where you’re comfortable in sharing stories about him. I’m not forcing you when you’re hurting, Mum.” Well, that’s partly the reason. The other reason being him already knowing Levi’s quirks and what irks him off. “You don’t have to worry, Mummy, because you know that I’ll always buy the stork story, right?”

You shared a laugh with him, reaching a hand to affectionately pinch his cheek. “I wasn’t planning on finding another man after your father but I had no choice but to accept what my parents ordered me.” You cupped his cheeks with your hands. “Don’t forget that whatever happens, I will do everything to always have you with me. Keep that in mind, my little prince. Mummy’s doing this for you because I don’t want to have another repeat of what happened in the past with your father. I don’t want them to take you away.”

Altair furrowed his eyebrows, placing one of his hands over yours. “Is this about the engagement with that Lucas person?”

You shakily smiled. “Partially.” You kissed the onyx-haired boy on the forehead, the latter closing his eyes at the soft contact. You stared into his star-like irises, thumbs rubbing over the apples of his cheeks. “It’s just the two of us against the world. I love you with all my heart.”

The boy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your neck, nuzzling into your scent of flowers and marmalade. He buried himself in the cocoon of your hug, tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t your real little prince but you are easily Altair’s version of the rose in the book. You didn’t take his love for granted, instead, you reciprocated it in every way possible ever since he came to London. “I love you, too, Mummy. I want this to last forever.”

“You and I are eternal, little prince.”

“Us against the world?”

“Us against the world.”

If yesterday’s lunch was heavenly, today’s lunch was so stifling that Altair wanted to take his plate of food and eat it inside his room. His eyes went back and forth between you, Hange, and Lucas around the dining table. The bouquet of white lilies the brown-haired man gave you was lying unattended on the side, with you never bothering to tell Oluo to fetch a vase. Only the sound of the cutlery against the plates ricocheted around the dining area. Poor Oluo, who was supposed to be having lunch with all of you for a change, decided to eat later in the kitchens because Lucas was busy directing distasteful stares in his direction when the butler tried sitting next to Hange.

The moment the brown-haired, smug yet overbearing man stepped foot inside the household, there were so many things happening consecutively. For starters, Hange argued with Lucas for disrespecting you when they saw the marks on his neck that clearly weren’t from you (you never attempted to sleep with the man, not in a million years), the scientist nearly throwing a vase at him. Lucas brushed it off and remarked that this house is still a circus, Oluo now stepping forward at the insult to which Lucas scoffed at. Next, he sent daggers of offensive comments to Altair, grimacing at the blank-faced boy. He was saying that having the appearance of a thug in a notable family is blasphemy whichever way you look at it. Now this, even you wanted to smack the man, Hange and Oluo backing you up.

It took everything in Altair not to kick the fucking idiot in the crotch.

He was testing everyone’s patience and it wasn’t all fun and games in the slightest.

“Is this kid going to stare like he’s going to murder me or is he impaired?” Lucas asked randomly, chewing on a piece of ham.

“No, he’s not impaired.”

“Yes, I’m going to stare at you as is.”

The two replies blended, Lucas laughing boisterously at you and your son. “Didn’t know you two had telepathy. That was perfect.” He stuffed his face with more ham and salad. “Who cooked this? You should be the one marrying me. Hey, [Name], you should know how to cook. I’ve never seen you in the kitchen since we started dating. If you’re going to be my wife, I’d advise you to buy a cookbook. Or better, I’ll give you one. Your birthday’s coming up, right?”

You stared at him as if you found out that he served his children as the main course.

Hange had enough. They put down their knife and fork forcefully on their plate. “Okay, that was uncalled for, you piece of shit.”

Lucas leaned back, face set in faux surprise. “Whoa, Hange, behave, you rabid dog.”

When Hange started to stand up ready to drag the man outside of the house by his hair, you called for Lucas while wiping your mouth with a napkin. You looked up at him, eyes void of the warmth you held for your family. “Lucas, you’re in my house. As a guest, you’re the one who’s supposed to behave. This house isn’t under your name, it’s still under mine so I suggest you calmly eat your lunch before I throw you out for calling my best friend a dog when in reality, it reflects you more.”

Hange held back their smug smile with a murderous glare at Lucas, slicing their neck with a thumb before pointing at the brown-haired man.

“Oh, darling, I didn’t mean to say that. I was trying to tell Hange that—”

“Put a sock in it and eat what Oluo prepared.”

The butler then placed a pitcher of juice on the table, side-eyeing Lucas. “Never in my life would I marry you,” he muttered, tired of the presence of your betrothed (unfortunately).

The man at the head of the table snorted and brushed off Oluo’s comment. Nobody wanted to sit next to him but he let it get into his head, puffing out his chest at the thought that this will be his everyday position in the house. Right when the rest of the table thought his irrelevant remarks stopped, Lucas suggested something that Altair could use in his plan. “I noticed that this family never got out much. My darling, [Name], thought that the studio was the only place in the world.” Oluo opened his mouth to retaliate that by saying you traveled most of the world by now but Lucas continued talking. “Hange is this hermit who likes their microscopes too much. And don’t get me started on Caelum! He’s homeschooled!”

“Spoiler, we know that he is homeschooled,” Hange blankly drawled out. “So, what’s your point, arsehole?”

“Let’s go on a vacation!”

“Vacation—?” You muttered before Altair cut you off.

“Yeah, I agree.”

Everybody now stared at the gray-eyed boy, who appeared unbothered at your inquisitive glance.

“See,” Lucas pointed at Altair with a huge smile, “Your Highness agrees with me! It means it’s a great idea.”

“And where are we planning on doing that?” You asked carefully, your eyes never leaving your bright-eyed son.

“Maldives, Greece, France, Hawaii—”

“San Francisco,” Altair blurted out.

Hange mouthed the syllables, confusion clear on their face until they perked a little at the connection. They were going to agree but the boy pleaded with them with pursed lips to stay quiet for the meantime. You watched the exchange with wary eyes, sensing that this was probably what the two talked about earlier after breakfast. You always view their little secret meetings wholesome but now, something was underlying in Hange’s usual wide eyes, it looked like they had a breakthrough in a recent experiment. Your son also looked proud of the suggestion, with you wondering what made him say the place for this unplanned vacation. The only thing you remembered that had connections with California was Levi but that was too far of an assumption. You didn’t want to be delirious.

“San Francisco?” Lucas parroted, a laugh of disbelief coming out of him.

“Yeah, California?” Altair asked as if he was talking to a child younger than him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where that is, Luke?”

“I know where it is! And my name’s Lucas, not Luke. For a smart kid, it seems like you can’t retain simple information like names in your brain. But if you insist that you’re, in fact, smart,” the brown-haired man leaned forward, mocking Altair’s unhurried tone, “what are we going to do there? Aren’t you a little too old for Disneyland? And isn’t this oddly specific?” He turned to you. “Right, darling? California is where that gremlin of your ex-husband lives, right? The one who told you you’re not good enough?”

“Excuse me?” you asked him incredulously.

“What do you have against my father, Luke?” Altair spat out the name, disgusted that he was even saying it even though it was only a shorter version of the man’s real name. He didn’t pay attention to your hand brushing over his or Hange’s little ‘ooh’, the latter sipping their juice like this was the melodrama of the century. The boy chose his words carefully. One phrase that might expose his life with Levi and everything will be over. Altair will have to apologize to Caelum a thousand times and this opportunity of going to California will evaporate like nothing. “I don’t know why you called my father that but you’re worth nothing compared to him. Would it kill you to be cordial for once? My mum accepted you in this family and all you do is take her kindness for granted. Are you even human? I’m starting to think that you only care because you’re being married to our family, and it’s a familiar situation because you look like a pitiful offering to the gods. I don’t understand what Mum sees in you and if you’re expecting me to act like you’re going to be my dad, please don’t because I would never in a million years.”

Altair stood up and apologetically smiled at you.

“I’m sorry, Mum, but I’m not hungry anymore. Is it okay if I go back to my room?”

“Of course. I’ll just bring you some snacks there later, okay?”

“Thank you,” he murmured, quickly kissing you on the head before leaving behind an infuriated Lucas, an amused Hange, and a concerned Oluo.

Once inside his room, more like his brother’s room, Altair again laid on the duvet with his arms and legs spread out. His eyes were seeking refuge on the Aquila constellation painted on the ceiling. He didn’t know how many hours he became an uncoordinated piece of warm pasta staring at an artificial constellation but lying down on his bed with an empty head was the other escape he had after talking with Lucas. Right when he was about to sit up to continue reading his unattended book, somebody twisted the doorknob of his room. It might be you, Altair eagerly sitting on his bed until his grin fell at the sight of Lucas halfheartedly lifting the saucer of strawberry cake. Altair groaned in aggravation, letting the covers bury him.

“I came here to apologize for what I said earlier, Your Highness,” Lucas started, preparing himself to sit on the bed after placing the treat by the tidy desk.

“Don’t sit on my bed. Place your arse elsewhere. I don’t want my covers to be stained by your miasma. It might overpower the lavender scent I love.”

“As what the prince commands,” the brown-haired man hissed, pulling on the study desk’s chair. He leaned forward on his seat, a faux smile pulling tightly on his mouth. Altair thought it looked ugly. “Hey, I want you to be real with me, Your Highness. I know this engagement came as a shock to you because you just came home and a dashing man suddenly swept your mother on her feet, but you have to face reality, little kid. You’ll be having a father again, aren’t you excited?”

“More like mortified.”

“Okay,” Lucas snapped, eyes flashing dangerously that Altair leaned back on his bed. “I don’t want this either and by you acting like a brat every second of the day, I’m willing to ship you to Timbuktu without a second glance and leave your mum.” He then laughed humorlessly. “But then, I understand. You are this kid who doesn’t know real people, no dad to care for you, and suddenly your mum fell in love with another person then marrying them. I would feel betrayed, too, as an eleven-year-old. However, I wouldn’t pull crazy outbursts like you, Your Highness.” The more he let out every word, Altair slowly sat up with a blank face. “I was eleven like you, you know. I remember having my first girlfriend at that age. You’ll slowly understand what it’s like to be a man in love.”

Altair narrowed his eyes. “Cut me some slack, I have far more important things in my life than falling in love. What are you really trying to say? That I should be more of a kid? I said those things because you’re hurting Mum. I know you don’t see it but we can. If you don’t want this, break the engagement.”

“I didn’t say anything about not wanting this engagement.”

Altair only rose an eyebrow.

“I meant that I didn’t want to be a father to a kid your age.”

The gray-eyed boy leaned forward with a mirthless smile on his face. “So now the problem is me? You were saying along the lines of shipping me to Timbuktu, you hate me that much, huh? Jokes on you because I’ll be staying with Mum the whole time you’re here, Luke. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucas remembered what your parents told him, making him smile mysteriously. “Oh, you’re definitely going somewhere if you’re against this. We don’t want that, right?”

This man knows something Altair doesn’t. Of course, he didn’t miss your interaction with Hange in his room. Altair’s danger senses are tingling. This man has the power to manipulate people at his whim and it doesn’t sit right with the onyx-haired boy. Now, there are new additions to his plan. Prove to you that this man is a lying, cheating snake, stop the engagement, bring you to California to meet up with Levi, and bring the family back together again using Levi’s charms (he hoped his dad will go along with this plan). “I know what you’re really after, Luke.”

“Enlighten me, Your Highness.”

Altair clenched his fists. “Well, I can’t blame you, Mum is an unmarried woman who is successful, beautiful, intelligent, and everything positive in the world and you’re just a simple, generic man — greedy, misogynistic, and head full of good-for-nothing thoughts. But if you ask me, marriage is supposed to be based on something more than just lusting over a bank account, right?”

“Boy, your mother doesn’t know you’re this foulmouthed, does she? I’d say she completely underestimated you.”

“I suggest you don’t as well, Luke.”

“For your information, I’m not marrying your mother solely for your family’s money or last name. Your mother is probably my dream girl ever since I first saw her when we were teenagers.”

“I think she ran away from you and went to America but whatever floats your boat, Luke.”

“Stop interrupting me,” Lucas snapped before taking a deep breath, plastering a smile on his face again. Altair only stared at him with slight concern because this man is clearly not okay. “As I was saying, your mother is the woman I always wanted to marry. With your father in the equation all those years ago, I couldn’t make my dream happen. Now that I was given this opportunity by your grandparents, expect to see more of me, Your Highness. Hate to break it to you but you’re not the only man in [Name] [Last Name]’s life starting next month. Deal with it and face the slap of reality, kid.”

Altair glared at the man who was matching his murderous expression, the boy’s face effortlessly mimicking Levi’s. “I will do everything to stop this engagement, whether you like it or not. I will succeed and I’m not going anywhere. I will prove it to you, douchebag, so get ready to pack your bags because Mum doesn’t need a tool to be her husband.”

“You listen and you listen well. I am marrying your mother in a month whether you like it or not so I suggest you stop interfering and putting yourself with the adults. If you continue with this plan of yours, expect an orphanage as your next home, Your Highness, and you will lose your official title as the prince of this castle. One foot out of line and you’ll be away from your mum for good. Do I make myself clear?”

“Tell it to the entire world but my mum will only believe me and she’ll never let me go.”

Lucas gritted his teeth. “Do I make myself clear?”

The two of them stared at each other for a whole minute before Altair slightly smirked, adding Hange to make his plan a success. They will have to talk later in the night to make it possible. He could already see the reaction of this man in the future that Altair couldn’t help but feel superior. “Crystal.”

Caelum was happily munching on his breakfast the next morning, invigorated after a good night’s sleep with his father beside him. (That was also the first time in years that Levi had decent sleep.) He started appreciating the food Altair always had for breakfast until he heard his phone ring with a Facetime notification. He guiltily stared at it because he was supposed to be calling Altair to update him on yesterday’s events but his twin already beat him to it. The stretch of his contemplation was caught by Levi, who was sipping on his morning tea before shifting his gaze to his son.

“Aren’t you going to pick that up, Cae?” Levi asked, folding his newspaper.

Caelum jumped with a shaky smile. Since Levi knew about the switch, might as well answer this in front of him. “Oh, I was going to do it.” When he slid his figure on the answer button, Altair’s muttering greeted him, with Levi staring at Caelum curiously because the voice from the phone sounded like his other son. “Okay, what pissed on your breakfast?”

“Thank fuck you answered, Cae! And by the way, it’s afternoon here. It would be better if you asked what pissed on my lunch because I believe it’s a quite long story and I know the person behind it. Fucking hell, I hate him so much, I just want to…,” Altair acted stabbing motions with his hand that left Caelum staring at him with concern, the former running his hand through his hair with a groan right after. “I need your help, Cae, I can’t do this alone.”

“Is that Altair?” Levi stood up from his seat and stopped walking when he was behind Caelum. He ducked down a little to make himself visible on the frame. A comically wide-eyed Altair was on the screen of the phone. “You,” Levi started with narrowed eyes, seeing the older twin gulp, “are in so much trouble, Al. What were you thinking — going all the way to London? Are you even alright there? Who is this person you’re hating on right now — do I have to fly there as well? Why, for the love of God, do you think this was a good idea? Do you know how worried I am right now?”

Caelum awkwardly sat on his chair, pursing his lips at the series of questions. He thought that the scrambled eggs look scrumptious at the moment as he nibbled on a spoonful of it, looking down and never meeting the questioning eyes directed at him through his phone.

“Wait,” Altair blinked. “Dad knows?!”

“Yes, I know. And I’m right here, Al, don’t ignore me.”

Altair slowly stared at his father, smiling sheepishly at the unamused expression on Levi’s face. “Hi, Dad, how’s your morning? Good after a nice cup of black tea, right? I bet you slept well last night. Your dark circles cleared up.” Levi could only stare at him. Seeing as his father was waiting for an explanation, Altair turned to his twin. “Cae, how did he know?”

“I kind of confessed to it last night. His presence sucks all the truth out of me, believe it or not.”

“Understandable,” Altair murmured, nodding with furrowed brows. “I can’t lie in front of his face, too.”

“Just looking at his face does make you honest as you said. It’s just like your theory — Dad is the first one among our parents who will discover the switch.”

“I’m never wrong when it comes to our old man.”

“Can you two stop talking like I’m not here at all?” Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, Dad,” both boys replied.

“Thank you.” Levi opened his eyes and stared directly at Altair like he was going to suck his son’s soul. “Are you having a good time there? Is your mother…” At Levi’s faltering voice, Altair grinned devilishly while wiggling his eyebrows. Caelum even looked up at him with a knowing smile. The onyx-haired man wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the ground because his burning face didn’t help with the situation. He was just curious about you. That’s all. Nothing more. He looked away while asking, “How is she?”

Altair chuckled alongside Caelum, the former humming as he placed his chin on his hand. “Mom’s doing fine, Dad. In fact, she misses you, too.”

Levi turned quickly to the phone. “She does?”

“Mm-hmm,” the older twin nodded while Caelum only sipped on his orange juice. “She misses you so much that a close friend of the family suggested we go to San Francisco for a vacation. She agreed with it because she wanted to visit you and un-switch Caelum and me. She’s also going to make amends with not talking to you after eleven years.” Levi was starting to be skeptical about it so Altair laughed to ease the tension set on his father’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Dad, I’m not lying. Oluo is already buying the tickets as we speak. We’ll be flying there in about two days since Mom still has a client visiting her shop tomorrow. I’m not the only one excited about it.”

A stretch of silence answered Altair. Levi looked down on Caelum. “Do you trust him? Because I don’t like the way he’s speaking so cheerfully right now. That’s not my son on the screen.”

Caelum nearly laughed out loud before reaching up and patting his dad’s shoulder. “Just relax, Dad. Mum really does miss you. She still sketches you on random pieces of paper, if you must know. Think about it, Mum will be here and it is a great opportunity for you to talk to her about what happened years ago.”

“Yeah, Dad, you can handle this!”

Levi found himself nodding mindlessly while staring into space. “Yeah, I can handle meeting my ex-wife who I didn’t chase after. I can handle meeting the person who took away my virginity.” Altair chortled while Caelum choked on a piece of bacon, with Levi automatically rubbing his hand on the latter's back. “Yeah,” Levi looked back and forth between his sons, “I can handle this. Let’s get this show on the road, you brats.”

The plan was working but Caelum pointedly stared at his twin for not including that you’re engaged. Altair noticed the malicious intent from the other end so he pursed his lips, silently begging his younger brother to keep it silent for the meantime to prevent Levi from backing out. Caelum sighed, hoping that this wouldn’t be such a mess when the two days of wait are over, finishing his second serving of breakfast for the first time in years.

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ackerclann · 3 years

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Strong!!🔥🔥🔥

Oh My God Levi!!! 😱

How fiery you are. Hard against the wall!!! 🔥🔥 7v7

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bluuuesworld · 2 years

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Mullet daddy Levi >>>

#levi ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin levi #rivaille #shingeki no kyoujin icons #snk fanart #snk anime #levi aot #aot #aot fanart #aot imagines #messy icons

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mafuyuchii · 2 years

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Capa e banners para a fanfic “Tenente de Sorte” escrito por _Heisenberg para a seção de Shingeki no Kyojin, fanfic com foco nos personagens Levi Ackerman com OC.

E BAM, QUEM DISSE QUE EU MORRI?

Mentira eu meio que morri mesmo -qq Esse calor tá de matar e por isso não tava conseguindo nem ficar sentada na escrivaninha do meu quarto de tão quente que tá (além de ter um monte de mosquito pronto pra me matar) não que isso seja desculpa, mas meio que to usando de desculpa -qqq

E bom essa capa foi interessante de fazer, gosto da temática dark e trazer umas 50 mesclagens e como é shingeki, obvio que tinha que ter um pouquinho de mapa, muralha e um trevinho de 4 folhas ~ :3

E É ISSO, ESPERO QUE GOSTE DA CAPA DAPH

Se inspire! Não copie! Artes Oficiais utilizadas, créditos aos donos de todos os recursos utilizados como backgrounds, png’s e psd’s.

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xxsmokeyy · 4 years

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Levi x Reader (F) Silent Treatment

genre: mild angst, fluff

summary: Levi says something in an argument and you decide to give him the silent treatment.

Tick, Tock.

All you could hear is the clock ticking as if time is rather slow, every second the same sound radiating. The room is engulfed by silence that even the faintest of sounds reach your ears.

Two days after the most recent expedition, here you are, sitting on the couch by the lance corporal’s desk. It’s been two days and Humanity’s Strongest is still working himself out with a bundle of papers.

You glance at him with pure concern. His steely eyes are severely shadowed, a mixture of purple and grey forming under them. His ebony hair a mess as strands fail to form their usual shape. His desk is chaotic, with papers falling off to the floor, whether scanned or not.

You feel your chest tighten at the sight. This is no good. Two days have passed since everyone returned from the outside and he has not gotten any better. It’s understandable to work himself out the first day, but today shouldn’t be this much hard on him as well. He needs rest, and plenty of them.

You prep yourself as you stand up to try and convince the poor man out of his seemingly hell office. This will cause him no benefit.

“Levi,” you approach the Captain calmly, “what do you say we get out and drink some tea for a while to get you a few rest? Yes?” you smile in all hopes that he’d agree and choose to come with you.

He raises his head to look at you, and as your eyes connect with his, it’s like a thousand daggers stabbed your heart. He’s so exhausted but he doesn’t want to show it. “As much as I would like your offer, there’s still more unfinished work here and I don’t want to go slacking off without complying. But thank you otherwise.”

You are not going to give up on this.

“Levi, there are other days to do this. You don’t have to overwork yourself, in fact, you won’t finish early if you do work without any energy at all,” convincing him is one way. You wish he would just give in but he continues to sign the paper he’s previously reading, and then another, and another.

He stays quiet, not saying anything back to your proposal. He’s fixed with his rejection, but you have your spirit.

“I’m atleast going to get you your tea,” you walk away, leaving his office and sighing once you close the door behind you.

You don’t want to force him out of his state because that might stress him more, so you’ll continue to try your luck by offering and offering again.

You head to the kitchen to make a freshly brewed tea for your lover. You see Hange discussing something with the commander at the table. When Erwin sees you, he immediately asks the Captain’s whereabouts.

“He’s… still doing paperwork,” you sadly inform. Everybody’s well aware that expeditions will never avoid casualties and the responsibilities that will be dragged along with it.

“Shorty must be working himself off, huh,” Hange adjusts her glasses. You know they’re concerned for the Captain as well, even though they don’t say anything more about it.

“I’ll go now,” you smile before walking back to the office, holding Levi’s tea. You know the way he makes his tea, and he wants it perfect. Aside from himself, the only person he allows to make tea for him is you. You pray this would get him away from his desk.

Without the need to knock, you enter the room, flashing a small grin while walking up to the Captain.

“Here, I brought you some tea, it’s still hot so be extra careful.” It’s difficult finding a place for the teacup since documents are everywhere, but you clean up a spot and try to help in organizing his work.

“Thanks,” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth. Disappointed, you slowly turn your back to him, taking a step toward the couch again, but you stop midways.

“Can you lay beside me in 10? I found difficulty sleeping last night and I think I should get some rest since I have nothing else to do, and you should definitely get rest, too, so?” you suggest, not giving up on the sleep deprived man although the idea is a little weak and stupid so you know he is going to refuse right away.

“Go get your rest, I can’t leave this,” he says, not even lifting his gaze to you. You see how he still pulled off his usual nonchalant expression, nonetheless you could see right through him.

“Can I atleast help you out in any way?” you wish he would say yes, but for god’s sake, he shakes his head, holding his ground, “I don’t need your help,” as he mutters your name, his tone begins to turn so cold.

“But Levi… look at you, you’re a mess! You get no sleep these past nights, and you haven’t even eaten lunch yet! I get how this is important but you need to take care of yourself. Please—”

“Will you quit bothering me even just for once in your life?” He seethes vehemently, massaging his temples as he asks for his very own version of peace.

With that you fall silent, taken aback. Every word he insinuated stings really hard like there’s venom in it. You want to speak up for yourself and explain what you want for him, but he’s way too fixated with his objective to finish his work that he doesn’t even realize that he has caused you pain within just a few words.

You stare at the raven head dumbfoundedly, looking for words to say but you just can’t find your voice. Opening your mouth to speak is no avail. The dead silence dominates once again.

You finally decide to leave the room. Maybe it’s best you give him what he wants.

Levi thinks this it’s best, too, since he needs concentration and craves focus in hopes of lifting his conscience by clearing his responsibilities regarding every fallen soldier’s death. He doesn’t mean any harm to you. No, he would never want that. But his desire to fulfill his tasks has quite blinded him.

He raises his head to look at you, noticing your sudden silence. You’re about to turn around at the moment, but your glistening eyes fail to escape his sight.

His heart wretches by the view. You crying is the last thing he wants, especially if it’s because of him. But he’s frozen and unable to move. He’s too much of a coward to speak up and stop you from your track.

This really is his fault. All this time what you have been implying was for him to unwind even for a bit, yet all he did was ignore your sweet concern.

Your heavy footsteps echoed around the room. Tears have already fallen from your misty orbs, eventually dropping to the floor.

His attempt to call you out and apologize immediately after he lashed out is unsuccessful. You’re gone and not another word left one’s lips after what he said.

He places his palm across his face out of frustration. Too late is what he is right now. He fails to function more and more after minutes passed. He tries to go on with his work but he keep remembering the scene with you earlier. How your beautiful face of hope turned into an expression of agony and pain. None of this helps, “I have to fix this,” he murmurs to himself, afraid that you might grow distant as time passes by.

—

You wipe your eyes, fixing your appearance in an attempt to look decent before going to the mess hall to get your dinner.

Armin approaches you first, asking your condition. You’re clueless about what condition it is that he means but you figure it’s probably his immediate observation of your feelings at the second.

“Are you alright?” His eyes are curious and concerned, but you wave him off with a small smile, “I’m fine, Armin. You get too observant at times, don’t you? What’s for dinner?”

Joining the others, you eat slowly. You can’t help but think of your partner. This causes your stomach to swirl. You try your best to get him out of your mind.

“These mashed potatoes are awesome!” Sasha exclaims, munching like lightning. Christa giggles, finding Sasha’s addiction with potatoes adorable.

Eren smiles but stays quiet. Seems he is still affected by the previous expedition. He catches you looking at him and you smile.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks. You nodded and ask him back, “How about you? Haven’t moved on from recently?”

He gives a small reassuring smile, “I’m coping.”

Conversations came and went. Everyone returns to their quarters to get some sleep, and you’re left all alone. The deafening sound of silence has dominated your ears. You heave out a sigh.

You finally erased Levi from your head for a while, but when you go to the kitchen for a tea, you almost immediately spot across the room the man you’re so desperately trying to avoid, sipping his own cup of tea while leaning against the table. It’s the one you made for him earlier, you could tell by the choice of teacup. But shouldn’t it be cold by now?

Abort.

You try to leave unnoticed but you hear him call you.

“Speak to me,” his tired eyes bore to your own broken ones, secretly pleading you to talk to him. He had dismissed his uniform jacket and only wore his undershirt. The sight of him just has to tear your heart into several pieces. You need to stay strong. You don’t want to shatter in front of him, or you’ll only end up burdening him.

I’m just a bother, after all.

You refuse to talk, so you leave the room in a rush. You feel your eyes mist again. You blink a few times to stop the tears from forming and run to the women’s quarters instead of Levi’s room, the one you both share every night without hitch.

The bed below Mikasa’s has been vacant ever since you stayed in Levi’s room. In your head, you thank all the walls that no one new had been recruited to your squad so that you can still use your bed from before for desperate times like this.

Everyone else is already asleep so you don’t have to answer their interrogations about what a miracle it is for you to spend the night in your old bed, without the Captain.

As you lay down, you close your eyes in hopes of falling asleep quickly, but your bed just feels lonely and sad. The mattress feels emptier than ever, and the atmosphere in the room feels dark, even if your comrades are complete in the same room.

You begin to toss and turn, recalling the scenes from earlier. This isn’t any help, but then again, being in the same room as Levi won’t do any of you good. You’d just distract him, like what you can only do.

On the other hand, behind your locked doors stands Levi, aiming to knock. And he did, but no one responds. Why? Why did you not respond? He knew you went there. He just knows it, because where else would you be? He knocks one more time and that’s when he guesses that you might be sleeping already. He knows better than to disrespect his other comrades’ privacy and enter without permission. With his conclusion, he finally heads back to his room and tries to finish all the messy paperwork, looking at the door once in a while, hoping for you to enter and ask him to rest with you. But you didn’t.

Tick, Tock.

The sound of the clock’s hands ticking feeds on the silence of the room. You wake up and there’s light already.

You shoot up from the bed. Mikasa is already awake, as you know she is the earliest of birds. She looks at you with amusement, and you roll your eyes.

“What in the world happened between you and Captain Levi for you to come back here?” she asks. You answered her with a grimace.

You change back into a spare uniform you had left in the quarters before heading to the mess hall once again. Levi is already there, seated with Erwin and the others. Hange offers you a seat unfortunately across Levi which you accept defeatedly, for there are no more available seats anywhere. Avoiding him is hard, and you should probably deal with constantly encountering him today. You have duties like cleaning in the morning and training after lunch, so a lingering Captain is not unnatural.

“What time did you sleep last night?” Levi asks, which you ignore. You scoop the hot soup and blow the steam off before sipping it. “Answer me,” no one could hear you conversing—scratch that—him speaking. Everyone from the table had a discussion that doesn’t include yhe two of you.

“Why did you not answer my knocks?” he asks once more but you only sip your tea. You so desperately wanted to answer him with a sarcastic, “because maybe I’m asleep, don’t you think?” but you stop yourself from doing so and stayed quiet.

His eyebrows twitch in annoyance. You think he has to deal with this. And he will, because there’s no way your pride will let you talk to him. Although you’re tough enough to convince yourself not to say a single word to him, you still feel guilt rushing through your veins. Aren’t times like these the times when you should understand him the most and swallow your pride?

But he said it himself didn’t he? He wants you to get off of his neck and quit pestering him, and you’re just one to follow.

You shake the thought away and continue eating. Soon after you finish, you all proceed to your cleaning duties. Apparently and unluckily, as if fate just doesn’t want to cooperate with you, you‘re assigned to clean the Captain’s room which is just downright unfair. At this point, talking to him will be inevitable.

You sigh exasperatedly with cleaning equipment in your hands. You try to convince Jean who hates cleaning the stables to exchange tasks, but he says he’d prefer picking horseshit with his bare hands than have to clean the Captain’s office. Aside from him, no one wants to swap tasks with you, knowing how hard it is to satisfy the Captain with some mediocre cleaning skills.

Accepting defeat once again, you knock three times before waiting for Levi’s reply, “name and business,” his certain cold voice replies.

“It’s me, I was assigned to clean your office.” Silence follows. You figure that you should enter and you don’t fail to notice the slightest smirk in Levi’s lips.

What an asshole.

Brushing aside the man’s presence, you go on and start sweeping the floor. You just want to finish this quickly to be able to get away from him.

“You’re sweeping too fast, you’re not picking up all the dust,” Levi remarks. You furrow your brows and roll your eyes heavenwards in total annoyance, “do it all over again,” he orders.

And you obey, quietly. Besides, it wouldn’t favor you if you object. You’d have to speak.

Meanwhile, Levi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He’s supposed to finish his “work” today but his mind is somewhere else. Of course he hasn’t forgotten yesterday. But what he said was not his intention.

You begin to mop.

“Did you wash that with soap?” he asks which you, once again, ignore. This is getting on his nerves. He wants to hear your voice. He wants to say he was sorry, but he couldn’t pick up the strength to do so because he’s afraid. Afraid he might hurt you again with his reckless words. Actually, no. He’s more than certain that he’d never throw you such words again. Rather, he’s more afraid that you would just shrug off his apology and keep giving him the cold shoulder. Then, he chooses not to speak anymore. Silence engulfs the room.

Tick, tock.

Once you finish cleaning, you leave the room. He didn’t even try to stop you from leaving or even just speak again. Why would he even do that anyways?

Afternoon comes and training quickly starts. Your hand to hand combat with Eren attracted a lot of attention from your mates. You’re now sweaty, fists tightly balled mid air. Eren’s fighting stance is now a little sloppy as he catches his breath. You chuckle at the sight. It’s now time to end this battle before he gets exhausted even more, you think with pure concern, an image of a tired Eren flashing through your head.

“Oi! Finish this already!” Jean cheers, on your side.

“You have to beat her, Eren! She just becomes stronger and stronger every session!” Sasha jokingly shouts with Armin laughing a bit on his own.

As the fight becomes more and more heated, you aim for his guts in the stomach as you perform a perfect uppercut once he’s distracted. And of course, you eventually win with that final move. He lays on the ground helplessly, not being able to stand up for ten seconds.

You offer your hand to him. He accepts it and you help him stand up. Slowly, the crowd gathered around you disperses and goes their separate ways. You stay with Eren. You’re fond of talking with your opponent right after a match like this.

“You seriously have to teach me some of your skills!” Eren says, catching his breath. You’re both heading inside.

You chuckle, “You’re getting better, kid,” you ruffle his hair. His shoulders slump down in annoyance. He’s well aware that he’s far from your abilities, not to mention, you’re the second in command of the Captain.

“I don’t understand how you’re shorter than I am, but you still manage to beat me and ruffle my hair like this!” You both laugh at his statement.

From your peripheral vision, you see Levi standing with crossed arms by your far left, looking at you and your companion. His dark aura radiates, taking over the atmosphere of the open field. Something tells you that he’s awfully jealous, but for what reason? Eren quickly notices.

“Hey, I think you should go to Captain right now, I don’t want him to think…” he hesitantly states.

“No, it’s okay,” you calmly assure him. A few moments later and it’s already dinner time, and you proceed to the mess hall once again.

You sit beside Eren, conversing with him about a couple of military equipment. You notice that Levi sit in front of you again, but you pay no attention, even though guilt cripples through your veins. You always sit beside him every meal, but for the fourth time, you don’t.

You continue to discuss about certain materials that the 3DMG is composed of, educating Eren of their functions. As you sip on your tea, you notice Levi staring firmly at you, his gaze never leaving. But you refuse to acknowledge his steel grey eyes, standing by your principle of giving him the silent treatment.

You finish your meal and get up to bring your plates to the sink. Just as you’re about to leave, you’re approached by the sight of your Captain glaring at your soul.

You’re at a loss for words. Not that you want to talk anyway.

“I’m telling you, if you still don’t speak to me…” he says, blocking your way.

Levi crosses his arms. “You’re enjoying the whole day with that brat, aren’t you?” he begins to converse. “What are you even talking about? The both of you? You were talking non-stop, woman.” You stare at him with an emotionless expression. Slight anger and frustration dance in his tired and sleepless eyes. This only confirms your thoughts from earlier that he is, indeed, jealous. “And you even ended that match with him because you didn’t want to drain his energy,” he adds. He knows, he can read his lovely, caring girl so well. You care about everyone half the time, and he doesn’t want to admit, but right now, he is jealous.

He’s wearing his white button down shirt and suspenders. He has never failed to attract you with even the most common outfits and uniform. How can he be just so hot?

You shake your thoughts away, trying to walk past him but he grips your wrist and pulls you back in front of him. “Tell me, have you perhaps… had a change of heart?” Surprised, you quickly look at your lover’s eyes, and find they’re filled with loneliness and sorrow. You feel your heart shattering into thin little shreds. I can’t handle this sight!

You weaken with his touch, you want to tell him no, you could never do that and that you love him and him only, but you stay silent that you’re almost convinced you were now mute.

“Shit,” he curses, ruffling his hair out of frustration before he drags you away from that place. Your heart races and you couldn’t think straight. You miss him, and you can’t deny how hard a day is without him.

Tick, Tock.

The next thing you know you’re in his immensely cold and silent office, pinned to the wall like a prey being feasted on by its predator.

“You’re driving me crazy, and I hate it, woman,” his eyes are dark, like his emotions have been making him lose it. You look away, avoiding his gaze but to no avail. He lifts your chin and direct your face to his.

“Look, this cold treatment you’re giving me is not helping anyone. I’m more distracted than I could ever be and I haven’t finished the same damn pile of paperwork from yesterday until now. So just talk to me, and let’s get out off this mess,” he calmly states in a quiet manner, as if trying to own his mistakes by acting well behaved.

By this time, you know he already regrets his previous actions. And even though you’re no stranger to Levi’s tall walls and his apathetic behavior, you just had to make him voice out his apologies.

“Speak…” You look at him in his eyes filled with mixed emotions. Rage, loss, guilt, sorrow, doubt. You’re the only one among everyone who can see this because you’re the only one he can be vulnerable with. Once again, you feel your heart break into pieces.

“Levi…” His face lightened up with your call. Your voice is soft and mellow. Finally, you spoke! It was such a torture, a day without your beautiful voice. The poor Captain is glad to hear you again, but is taken aback by your next words, so he cuts you off before you could even finish. “Maybe we should just—”

“Fuck! Wait! Don’t fucking do this to me, I’m sorry! I’m a jerk… I know, I know. Give me another chance, hey…” Your eyes widen at his pleas. Overflowing fear and nervousness are written in his misty steel orbs. He frantically holds your hands and you could feel his desperation.

“What?” you ask in genuine confusion. You’re glad he said his sorries, but why is he acting like you were going to leave him?

“Come on… don’t you dare leave me. I’m sorry.” And there you could tell how afraid he is. He’s afraid by your choice of words, he thought you were going to leave him and now he’s so desperate of making you stay.

You slowly rest your palms on his cheeks, “Levi… you got this wrong, I was just going to—” He places his hands on top of yours before interrupting again.

“Hey… you don’t have to end things, let’s not be so sudden with our decisions and let’s talk about this—” his voice is weak and silent that you can’t bear it anymore. “Levi! I am not going to end things and leave you! Have you gone crazy?” you scold in a manner of wishing he would just stop panicking.

“I was going to say that maybe we should just be careful next time and not be so reckless with our words. You just didn’t let me finish!” you chuckle as you notice his realization. He winces, his glowing eyes now dried from the threatening tears. You’re glad not a single drop escaped, you can’t see him crying or you’ll lose it.

“Fuck, I sounded so desperate,” he hisses and averts his gaze, making you drop your hands. You can almost feel your heart melt. He regrets his mistakes and at the same time, he’s horrified to lose you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles in an almost inaudible tone. You want him to look you in the eye. His apathetic self have caused him to say the expression almost never, and you want to feel his sincerity in a rare occasion like this. You guide his face to your own. “What is it? I didn’t hear,” you tease, playing innocent.

He grimaces, an indication that he doesn’t want to repeat. But for you, he will. “I said I’m sorry, so don’t do that again,” his tone returns to his popular authoritative one, and at that moment you know you should obey.

“Don’t do what?” You bite your lips to stifle a smirk. He is so amusing when helpless, you’re beginning to think this was a good idea!

“Give me the cold shoulder like I’m some stranger or whatever the fuck,” he furrows his brows as he glares straight into your eyes.

“Alright, Captain.” You giggle and tiptoe to reach his soft lips with your own, kissing him intensely like how you missed him. And he answers your kisses like how he missed you, too.

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chantalvonrosen · 3 years

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Old Levi

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madlyranwitch · 3 years

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Am I the only one who sees Freddy Carter (Kaz) as a potential and very promising captain Levi Ackerman? He would be so cool in that part in Attack on Titan.

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years

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Before Dawn (Levi x Reader)

So, I wrote this mostly in one sitting because I longed to post it on Archive of our own but I'm sure not all people read stories there, so if I can make someone's day brighter with some not so slow slow burn and eventual fluff then I'm in. I hope you enjoy, also I don't know how to add the read more option on mobile

Your face meets the hard, cold pillow of your bed with a loud but somewhat muffled thud. Your room turns darker and darker by each passing second as the sun slowly disappears behind the mountains. When you can't feel any stream of light entering the room you peak outside of your dormitory's window. Another exhausting day has finally come to an end.

Being the youngest member of Erwin's team isn't always as good as many of your comrades picture to be. Most of them believe you're babied, treated softly and specially, which is untrue to any possible extend. If anything, you're practically silenced by your other team members, who are much older and far more experienced than you. You do errands for everyone most the time and you're even assigned paperwork concerning fallen soldiers. You humph quietly. Soldiers can talk and gossip as much as they want, you're used to having to hear a new rumor about every one every passing week anyway.

Time seems to pass slowly as you're laying there, not moving a single inch of your body. In fact you contemplate on weather to even bat an eye to the direction of whoever's poking you. You have been satisfied with not having to talk to anyone for that little time you had to yourself.

"(Y/n) come on, we're just finished forming new squads."

Your much necessary time to relax seems to have to come to an end. It's almost never your choice, whether you get to rest or not that is, but you only sense it's going to get worse now that Erwin has been ranked as the new survey corps commander. A loud groan makes its way out of your barely parted lips. It only takes one second to storm out of your bed and another one to be able to stand still on your feet.

"Uhgh Hange, I hate that they have to do this right now. I was about to go shower." You mumble under your breath, solely with the intention of whining your way out of this situation. There's no such thing as convincing Hange out of pretty much anything anyway though, you scold yourself for believing it's worth the time.

The walk down the corridor is dull and silent and the only noise that can be heard comes from inside the dining hall that you pass without missing a heart beat. It's been a while since you started skipping dinner because your appetite was going down hill. In addition, it's not that Hange even brought up dinner at the sight of the dining hall.

Upon arriving at Erwin's door Hange lifts her hand and steadily knocks twice. You're not even standing on the spot for a second before the familiar word of approval is spoken from inside. Hange practically drags you inside, instantly adding tones of despair into your misery for the night.

Despite your best wishes, everyone in the room has fixed their eyes on you after the squeal you let out due to Hange's rushing movements. "Welcome (y/n)" Erwin speaks and you nod in response before saluting boringly. He urges you to take a stand between Levi and Mike and you comply without even trying to give it a second thought. Even though it's frantically silent in the room in a way you think that a single sound carrying breath could break it while Erwin speaks, you witness as Mike decides to tresspass that.

"You're squad Mike girl!" He whispers to you in a prideful way. His smirk betrays the happiness that has swelled on him by receiving this rank.

"Any questions?" Erwin asks before he forces his voice to come to an halt. Seeing that no one requests to know a thing from him he proceeds to call new squad leaders, one by one to pick members for their teams. Surprisingly enough, Levi gets called after Mike, speculating a peculiar reaction by the remaining veterans, even you, someone who has no place in voicing any object to Erwin's commands.

"Levi's not to doubt, I believe you all know that, and he will be running the new special operations team."

It occurred to you that no one was actually doubting Levi's abilities; most of them had probably been jealous to having to work that hard to receive a rank when he was only in the regiment for a year. However had they known Levi even in the tiniest bit though they'd never have an ounce of jealousy for him. Not that you knew much to beging with. What you had managed to gather from him about his past were a few broken sentences a night he accepted to come and hang out with your squad mates that he only spoke to you as he accompanied you to your barrack upon being forced by Mike.

You sit there, between the two men quietly for the rest of the long meeting and once you're dismissed you practically sprint to the showers. You know the water ought to be freezing cold by now but you preferre to endure this rather than having to wash alongside your female comrades. Growing up, your little given time in the shower was your only rightful privacy and you intend to keep it that way.

The water stops with a twist of your hand at the handle. You search for your towel in the dark and as you set your hands on it you rapidly begin to pat your body dry. Throwing your long nightgown on, you begin stomping out. Momentarily you seem to be in a haze of meaningless thoughts that pass your mind so fast, you can't even get a grip of them, many things seem to occupy your mind lately. New formations, improved harness gear, the news of your mother's death. You can't seem to put your thoughts in order, not for tonight at least. It's only when a deep, monotone voice rings in your ears that you jump and leave a little squeak come out of the depths of your throat.

"Oii"

"Shit! Don't sneak up on me like that" you wonder if you have to address him but in the end you do; in the end of the day you are one of formalities and everyone who knows you can confirm that. "sir.."

Levi simply clicks his tongue in response. You're the first person to address him as a commanding officer as of now, probably because every one else would need a moment to take it in, including himself.

"Thanks for making Isabel feel welcome back then." Levi's voice is barely louder than a whisper yet it never cracks, not even a little but that isn't what's taking you aback. The statement, in fact, sends you literally a few steps back and shoots your hand to your forehead in an act of despair. The cruel scene still plays in your head from time to time and you wonder how many times it must do so in his. You find your heart stopping for a moment before you feel a teeny flicker that sends your pulse running through your veins.

It's natural for someone not to be able to comprehend trauma in ways they are expected or rather forced to. Levi in particular is introverted and moody, if not most, then all of the time but this statement shines a different light on your understanding of his character. He's as emotionally drained and traumatized as someone can be. In fact, everyone is but this doesn't mean ones personal pain is lessened, in your opinion it makes it even worse.

"Not everyone is taught mannerisms I guess. The girls who made her feel unwanted can eat shit anyways."

It's obvious that Levi doesn't want to utter another word of the matter and you're not the one to push him out of his comfort zone. An uptight upbringing and the misfortunus chance of interacting with superficial assholes for equal parts of your life have taught you how to have temperament. To be patient even when you physically can't take it anymore.

"Tch.. Go to your barracks you're dismissed." It's time to bid eachother goodnight and of course Levi's eager to be the one to remind you of it. Tomorrow's a big day with everything you have to take care of after today's events. No cadet should be unable or not in position to assist by command.

"Sweating the chair already I see."

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The next day starts with Nanaba waking you up. You take some time to adjust your eyes to the semi lit room. It strikes you how some people have always talked about how they missed feeling the magic of watching an eventual sunrise and even if you can see where they're coming from you're reminded every day of how much you despise every single aspect of it. Starting off with the runny nose it always bears for you as a hatred gift.

"I know it's kind of first thing in the morning but we have to help squad leader clean the office he was given.

Then again maybe you're just envying anyone who got to be woken up by sun's glowly warmth once it was already up in the sky.

"Hey, psst, don't zone out, get dressed."

Erratically, you skip breakfast. You fail to be in the mood for food lately most likely due to exhaustion or general disgust of whatever soup dish you are to be served. Your stomach has stopped trying to object to you since a young age. The only thing that ever makes it groan nowadays is guilt. With that devil of mother dead though it's not like you have anything to feel guilty for anyways.

"So here's your mop." Mike forces the object into your hands before you even get a chance to greet him. "Okay I repeat. Nanaba scrubs, (y/n) mops, Henning waxes. Lynne and Tomas you dust everything off. Understood?" All of you salute him with a 'yessir' before you watch him exit the room.

You spend most of your morning scolding Nanaba to go faster before you ultimately decide to switch places with her. You want to be over with cleaning, although you have no idea as to why but you do find yourself imagining that Levi sees you cleaning and thinks you're amazing at it and asks you to help him far too many times to count. You end up scolding yourself for that too. Nevertheless, it takes almost half an hour to finish with scrubbing, something you guess would have taken Nanaba eternity and a day.

Any sweat that's falling down your forehead you rub it off with the back of hand before you excuse yourself to a break. Seeing that no one will follow you stroll swiftly down the wooden hallway, with the restrooms in mind. You walk past Mike on the way, whom you greet cheerfully while fast informing him about your break. You're positive he practically smell your bladder is about to burst.

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Tonight Hange draggs your unwilling piece of meat to dinner. She takes you to her usual table and sits you down amongst higher ranks. Some part of your brain fights you about not taking a stand against it. Your mother has always pressed for you to not enjoy what other in higher hierarchies have. But that's just a wooden fucking table with a stall. The voice in your head can shut it.

"Eat." Hange looks at you with a toothy grin, head tilted in your direction as she a eats a spoonful of her vegetable soup. You still feel an excessive amount of absurd guilt about raising objections so you smile back and stuff a portion of the food in your mouth with the intention of gulping it down as fast as possible. And of course Levi doesn't fail to notice the look of disgust in your face from across the table.

"Eat" Mike orders from Levi's left, gesturing to your plate with his spoon, an awkwardly soft smile plastered on his face. It beats you as to why they've decided to be persistent tonight out of all nights.

"Tch, show some respect to the people who work on your daily food. Drop that disgusted face or take cooking duty for the week."

With a pout in your lips you avert Levi's gaze in anger and overall shame. You lift the bowl containing the soup and you gulp it down as you try to ignore the knot at the back of your throat that threatenes to push back everything if you continue forcing your body to endure this.

Mike seems to be physically scolded to look at you because you see him jump in shock due to the unexpected action towards him for a fragment of a second. He takes no real interest in scolding you however, something that puts pressure on Levi for the matter.

"You just earned yourself cooking duty for the week, keep this up and Mike won't be as lenient as me." He talks sternly as he bores his eyes into yours. The unreadable lack of expression in his face remains intact, as always, but once again you choose to look away.

"Can I be dismissed?" You simply utter while your orbs take turns to look between Hange and Mike.

"Shoo shoo, I'm not pushing you girl" Mike pays little attention to you as he chunks on his bread with his eyes shut. If looks could kill you swear he would have been slashed to death by both Hange and Levi. To your luck of course, they can't, so you sit up from the stall in the most discreet way possible. Hange observes in silence as Levi's eyes follow your form across the room until you take a turn to get lost in the barracks. He then averts his gaze to the bowl of soup in front him for the remaining of his time in the dining hall.

It's one of those nights that you decide not to throw your whole body, face first, onto your bed; you've abused it very much in this way, the last thing you need to is for it to break apart and take down the twin bed on top of it. You sigh deeply before you bring your hands to cover your face in hopes that it will soothe your tingling skin.

Why was that silly little scenario of Levi watching you clean still stuck in your head all day long and why did it keep repeating over and over. To be clear with yourself, you didn't really know.

Your other roommates start flooding the room in a matter of seconds. It's always like that; the come back from dining and they chit chat for a few minutes before some of them go to sleep while others decide on showering before taking their given amount of rest for the night.

"(Y/n) lift your fucking head up you look like a corpse." Nifa, the girl who sleeps on the bed on top yours speaks.

"Not in the mood Nif. I'm sorry."

"You could try and talk to us!" Petra says on response, cutting Nifa off.

"I just don't want to cook for everyone. That's all." You spit a lie that's debatably believable. The girls that starts probing the walls of your stomach almost feels like liquid fire.

Did they really want to know the truth, or would they be disgusted by whatever came out of your mouth. Almost every one in the survey corps had a rough backstory and a purpose, and though you didn't lack of tragic and despair your purpose was pathetic and delusional.

"Look, I hate to see you like that and well you've been that moody way that before that punishment tonight. So spill."

"I don't want to be a burden!"

"Cut the crap." Lynne rhetored as she sat at the end of your bed, pinching your calf.

Well, you're probably annoying them by not letting any one of them in. "My mother died."

A few apologies and condolences are heard in response by the girls around you as they stare at you with oggly pitiful eyes.

"She was horrible and old no need to be sorry, I'm just conflicted on whether I loved her or not. I'm just unfazed but my mind guilt trips me on it." Your words are soft and your gaze fixed on the wooden floor underneath your legs. "I don't want to go into much abusive details, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise!" Petra exclaims from her kneeling position next to you. "It's fine if you don't tell us anything. We shouldn't have pushed you." The girls all nod in response and the mood seems to darken the rooms aura with each silently passing second.

"I thought it was like boy problems" Lynne says as she wraps her right arm around your shoulder and squeezes you on her. Her palms quickly travel straight to your cheeks to poke and squish them in the most humorus way. "Tomas likes me and I avoid him, give me a breeak!"

You can't help but give a muffled giggle out to her. It's almost as if you approve of her little impression of you, and you do, mostly because laughing helps you take a weight off your chest. All girls around you are giggling in their turns with closed eyes, happily narrowed brows and scrunched up noses.

You shouldn't even let yourself be that moody anywayy.

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To say that Levi is merely perplexing would be an understatement. Because here's the deal; no one could maintain such a straight face while pinning someone down. You're basically a lost cause as you maniacally move your head on the grass to avoid his gaze. Mentally you try to recall what brought you in this position in the first place. Was it because you challenged him to engage in combat or because he was a complete show off, it's beyond you at this point.

"I have your knife."

"What?" Levi looks at you with the tinniest bit of a puzzled impression plastered all over his face. Yet he doesn't get up from you. In the end he can't even know that you feel your skin burning with rage.

"I have your knife, sir. I won" you remark in a tiny little voice from the back of your throat.

"Tch, just because you have the knife doesn't mean your opponent won't attack you or even use that against you." Levi's voice is also calm and steady and even matching your tone in volume. You watch with anticipation as he opens his mouth to speak and when words begin to form he's interrupted.

"Ah sir, I want to spare with you as well!" Petra smiles as she fixes some lose strands of hair behind her ears.

Deciding to spend anymore time on this position on top of you, Levi pushes your wrists on the ground once again before completely getting off of you. You realise he's taken the dummy knife him, something he probably did in the blink of an eye. Of course he'd make his point whatever it took.

Training has stripped your stomach of the fullness that breakfast has secured you with and now you can hear the organ growl angrily inside your body. Having spent a week as the survey corps cook as a punishment has also worked wonders for your little appetite, because it physically drained you to the bone. You don't even know where to start about that unexpected shenanigan.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanaba and Lynne roll their eyes at your blanked expression. "Wall Maria to (y/n)? Hello? Is anyone in there?" An inpatient Lynne knocks a little too loud at the side of your head. Nifa laughs at the sight as well.

"Ohhh, I am." You whine. "Also ouch! I'm just not in my right head!"

"You uhm... mean piece of mind?" A few pieces of bread fall out of Nanaba's hand as she stuffs her mouth. It only takes a while to come up with a line to say to excuse your absurdness.

It's not that you want to feel that way about Levi or that you choose to either. It's probably an outcome of fatigue and a tiny infatuation that rule your mind like an empire that's about to fall. Levi's handsome, there's no denying in that, you've thought so ever since you set your eyes on him but he was ten years older than you and pretty much uninterested to almost everything. Maybe it's that you hoped he could look at you with the same enthusiasm that made you feel like you had a crush.

In reality you believe that these are pretty much lame reasons and Nanaba especially will laugh at you. 'Do you even have a reason to have a crush on someone?' Ugh, you can literally listen to her.

"Hmm, sorry I can't seem to communicate today. Might as well share." You decide it's not polite to keep things to yourself when others are trying to care for you. "Well it's that-"

"Do you guys find the Captain handsome?"

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Chapter Two: Not In Shingashina Anymore

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Time doesn't heal all wounds. Your injury costs you a spot in the top ten.

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a/n: I guess SOME MINOR Reiner x Reader IN THIS ONE CHAPTER but no it’s a levi series and yes he’ll show up but yall GOTTA BE PATIENT

Dear Annaka,

The two phrases looked foreign to your tired eyes. You dropped the ink pen you were using to the table, and the tip bled ink over the wood.

The little clatter it made caught the attention of Ymir. She narrowed her dark eyes your way, sending a stare that you could practically feel mounting your shoulders. You set your elbow on the breakfast table, and rested your head in your hand, leaning her way so you could ask, “Can I do something for you?”

“I can feel your negative energy,” Ymir says as she uses her hands to make a waving motion. “You’re going to kill us all with it.”

Krista Lenz’s fork fell with a clink against her breakfast plate as she looked to Ymir with shock in her big eyes. “That’s not something to joke about,” Krista says in a low voice. You watched the little encounter between the girls with some curiosity. Ymir always shocks you when it comes to Krista Lenz. She acts completely out of the ordinary.

Ymir rolled her gaze back to you while Krista asked, “Are you feeling alright today, Y/n?”

You wished she wouldn’t say your name like that. You wished she wouldn’t even talk to you.

With a warm face, you looked at your plate and chased the scrambled eggs around with a tarnished fork. “Mhmm” you mumbled.

Ymir stretches her long, muscular arms over her head. “She’s probably just nervous she’s going to fail today,” she tells Krista casually. “I mean, she will, so she has no reason to be nervous about it.”

“Stop that!’ Krista chastised. She sends you a sympathetic glance.

Admittedly, you are worried you’ll fail.

The hours are ticking down the mid-day, during when you and your other peers will complete a final round of agility testing.

“Y/n’s one of the best,” the pale girl beamed. She pushed forward the little bowl of fruits. “Why don’t you have the rest?”

“But I wanted the rest,” Ymir said as she reached her fork into the little bowl, preparing to stab a sliced apple chunk. Krista caught Ymir by the wrist a second too early. “You don’t need any because you aren’t nervous,” Krista chastised.

“Because I know I’ll do great,” Ymir flaunts as she smirked at the blonde. “But you already know that.”

“Of course I know that,” Krista muttered, her face becoming red as she looked back down at the book she’d brought to the breakfast table.

Your mornings are often like this. Your only friend among the 104th is Krista. But Krista and Ymir are a package deal.

Is Ymir your friend? You don’t know. She can act like one, sometimes, but you feel like that’s only for Krista’s sake. Everyone knows that no matter how big and bad Ymir acts, she would never want to do anything to make Krista angry.

It’s why Ymir has fallen so tame, now, quietly eating her morning meal while you were left to ponder the rest of your letter.

You didn’t know what to say. Annacka, your old guardian, already knows that your graduation is coming soon, by just a matter of days. You crumpled the parchment up in your hands. The letter wouldn’t reach her in time, anyways. By the time she’d read it, you’ll have already graduated.

The morning tiredness doesn’t settle around the mess hall like it usually does. No doubt everyone is on edge and anxious for graduation.

Your little table of three is like an island in the middle of the hall. Across the way you could see Sasha and Connie flirting the way they usually did, by pretending to be annoyed with one another.

Sometimes Sasha talks to you.

Connie never does.

Well, actually, scratch that. Sometimes you talk to Sasha, but you never talk to Connie.

Majority of the in-training cadets here are much younger than you are. You’ve just turned twenty two years of age. It’s a wonder you were even accepted into training being as old as you were. Sixteen, just going on seventeen. The age gap certainly wedged you away from the others. While you watched your peers form their own cliques, you had spent your days training and your nights crying in bed.

While you’re past that bit, you still wouldn’t consider yourself apart of anyone’s friend group. Except Krista.

Krista, though, is friends with everybody. She’s that sort of person, and you have a suspicion that she wouldn’t have rested if you’d declined her initial offers to hang out with her.

When the line up bell rings, the room fills with the sounds of shifting chairs and tables. Everyone clamored out the door, running to get dressed in uniform and be ready for roll call. Krista calmly used her ribbon book marker to save her page and she left the book on the table. “I’m kind of excited,” Krista said with a serene smile playing on her mouth.

“You always are,” you note.

“Not always,” Krista disagrees. She flitted away with her resonated voice still ringing in your ears.

You unfolded the parchment in your hands as the last two girls left the mess hall. The words ‘Dear Annaka ' became smudged, and the paper was wrinkled.

Why write to her at all? You think.

The thought has crossed your mind more than once.

You’re just a reminder of all she’d once had. She’d lost everyone. Every girl she raised at the orphan home was dead--all, besides you, and the little girl, Freda, who had been clutching to Annaka that entire day. That terrible, terrible day.

The thought of Freda’s little face made you feel nauseated. She was hardly three years old on that day, and now she will be turning eight this year. You wonder if Freda remembers you. She’d been practically your sister at the home. And Annaka was practically your mother.

It’s that very reason you always dismiss your thoughts of banishing yourself from Annaka’s life. She was, and is, for all intents and purposes, your mother.

The only remnant of family you will ever have.

While jogging out of the hall, and straight to your bunk, you struggled to pull your thick hair out of your face.

“Running late, L/n?” Ymir cackled as she passed you on the way out of the girls’ bunker. She had her brown hair up and her gear on, clearly prepared for her agility tests.

“Get shoved,” you snapped as you brushed past her.

Tearing out of your pajamas, and hurrying into your gear, you tried to focus on everything you’d learnt up to this day.

You’re good. You’re one of the good ones in this class of cadets. You know you are.

You’ve worked hard and you’ve practiced during free time. If anyone deserves this, it’s you.

You know you can do it.

You just barely make it to the role call in time. Sadies eyed you up and down, shook his head just slightly, then marked you present.

While you stood in line, listening to the instructions for the day, you felt the dull twinges of pain in your lower back. You hoped being in the crowd of cadets would obscure the view of you massaging your back with an angry fist.

Before you knew it, the crowd of cadets was moving in all different directions. Your heart pounded as you went to grab your assigned maneuvering gear set. Before any testing, every piece of gear would have to be inspected to ensure the lack of damage and any possible harm to the user.

While you waited in line for yours to be checked out, you gazed across the large field, where an obstacle course was set up. Part of it trailed into the little forest on the edge of the training campus. Of course that’s where the majority of the agility obstacles are placed. You’ve been through that forest eight times; two agility tests per year. And now, the ninth; the final one. You’d have to do your best. The course would be different and there could be traps set to simulate an actual threat. You shivered at the thought of being in close proximity to an actual titan for a second time in your life.

You recalled just how disgusting they smelled. The exaggerated warmth of their skin combined with the fresh flesh on their breath made you want to vomit. And their calloused skin that has been who knows where-

“L/n!”

Your name is suddenly shouted. “For the third time,” a soldier griped. “Y/n L/n, step up with your assigned gear.”

You scurried forth to display all parts of your gear. You were embarrassed, practically red in the face, especially after hearing someone snicker in the line and mumble your name. What could they be saying?

Your back twinged with pain again as your gear inspection was documented in a large folder. “Head to the obstacle field for testing, L/n,” the soldier said firmly, not even looking you in the eye as he scribbled something on the file.

You mumbled a ‘thank you’ as you gathered up your heavy gear and moved along to the side. You snapped every piece into place just right. The weight of the gear does most of its damage to your hips and legs, which takes the brunt of the pressure. It awkwardly bounced against your thighs as you stepped through the wild grass and wheat. The singing of the cicadas rang in your ears as you neared the entrance of the obstacle course, where Keith Sadies was waiting for the next cadet-in-training.

You approached him with a strong salute.

“You’re late,” he says. So he noticed.

“Forgive me, sir,” you murmured softly, half forgetting you were always meant to be loud and projected. If Sadies noticed he didn’t say anything. “You’re familiar with the procedures, L/n,” he proceeds. He mounted his tall horse and gestured a long arm towards the mouth of the forest. “I will be following behind. You’ll receive your score of ‘pass’, ‘fail,’ or ‘exceed,’ promptly. You are to wait at the end of the course to revive scoring. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said firmly, making sure to raise the volume of your voice. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, all the way up to your chest. Your boots crunched the vegetation beneath your feet as you trotted to the mouth of the forest.

Sadies’ horse made a soft noise, as if agreeing to his rider, when Sadies said “Forward” and clicked his teeth.

Sadies trotted behind you and you walked through the small opening of underbrush.

You looked around the canopy of the thick trees for a few seconds, taking the view in and making the calculations. Here, there, here, there, you think, mentally tallying every place you’d have to swing back and forth all just to get past the heavy, low hanging branches that stood in the way of the titan models. You detached and reattached your blades to their handles out of a nervous habit. As though reattaching them the same way for the second time would give you good luck.

“Today, L/n,” Sadies says with a gruff voice. His horse whinnied in agreement, shuffling some dirt around with his hoof as if he were trying to convince you to get moving. You took a deep, deep breath. The greenery of the forest passed through your lungs cooly, almost irritating your breath. You could feel something in the very center of your body keeping you anchored to the forest’s path of dirt and spare leaves. Something just between both of your eyes, that extended all the way down past your feet, like you were a puppet on the stage that is called Earth.

With a deep breath for good luck, and another detachment and reattachment of your blades, you took off into a sprint and leapt upwards. The gear sent you flying through the air, the wind roaring in your ears. You used each tree as leverage, stepping over the thick branches only to gain more momentum in every jump you made.

The first titan model was already barreling in, half hidden by a leaning tree. Below you Sadies galloped on his horse, following your path and watching with great intensity.

Your blade passed through the solid rubber nape of the model’s neck with some sloppiness. As you looked back, you could see the slice falling to the ground below, but it was rigid and diagonal, as if you’d struggled to really pull the blade through.

You swore, chewing the inside of your cheek as you looked straight ahead once more.

Your hair came loose from it’s up~do, blowing straight behind you.

The little twigs and leaves left scratches on your cheeks as you bobbed and weaved through the air like a real soldier. The first titan was behind you, figuratively and literally.

If you wanted to do really well, you’d have to do better than some lousy slices.

The second titan was shorter than the first. You braced yourself for the steep decline through the air as you pulled both arms back. You released them forward with a snap coming from your elbows.

You looked past your shoulder. A loud laugh of relief escaped you as you saw the debris that toppled from the titan’s model. At least a foot and a half of nape had been cut out of the rubber wedge and it made a loud thud as it collapsed against the forest carpet.

Looking forward, while urging yourself not to get cocky (you’ve just started!), you angled your hips so you could meet the curve of the path that wound to your right side. The sudden increase of tree height made you swear as you realized you’d have to elevate yourself even higher to get to the next obstacle. You swung towards the thickest tree branch and landed with both feet in square balance. You ejected your gear upwards, forwards, and you released the little trigger, feeling weightless as you were soaring up, up towards the burning su-

A shriek escaped your mouth as a roaring pain slithered down your back.

You squeezed the handles of your gear and the weightlessness was lost as you tumbled towards the ground. You fell onto your stomach. Every bit of oxygen was stolen from your lungs and you felt like a popped balloon laying pathetically torn and small.

The pounding steps of Keith Sadies’ horse trotted to a stop. He and his horse loomed over you. The little bit of sunshine that shone through the tree heads just barely made a halo around his bald head.

“Do you forfeit?” he asked plainly.

Your chin trembled. You forced yourself up to your feet, the pain in your back so blinding that it formed a quarry of tears in your eyes. “Never,” you said sharply, making sure to keep any sounds of pain out of your voice. You readjusted your blades and aimed your gear at the tallest tree. You zoomed upwards towards where you’d aimed. You took a moment to hide behind the thickness of the tree, clutching the pain in your back and trying not to cry out from pain.

You stuck your fist in your mouth, sinking your teeth down as you wheezed.

Now isn’t the time.

Now, of all times, is not the time. You refuse to let it be.

You took three, deep, kickstarting breaths, mentally hyping yourself up to the task of continuing your course and getting the best score anyone could get.

You went full throttle off the tree branch. You zigzagged through the air as you struggled to keep your balance. You naturally want to lead towards the left to ease the pain in your back, but anytime you did so, you’d start to rotate horizontally, becoming perfectly parallel with the ground.

It was enough motivation to not want to be body slammed into the ground from miles and miles above.

Skidding around the corner, and cutting a foot through another rubber nape, you had the inside of your cheek practically torn up. Like a chew toy for a dog, or roadkill in a fox’s mouth.

The movements of the maneuvering gear relied on core balance. Every angle had to be fluid, precise, and most importantly, equal. You could not shift weight side to side, or else you really would fall head first to the ground.

It felt like an eternity was passing as you maneuvered through the obstacles. At the final titan, which towered way above you, you exerted every ounce of strength you had left. A loud cry tore at your throat as you hurtled towards the last model and sliced straight through the nape.

You declined to the forest floor and landed onto your knees, which trembled and created divots in the dirt. Wheezing like a goddamn whistle, you sat over yourself, one hand clutching the spot of pain on your back.

The galloping of Sadies’ horse rumbled to a stop behind you. “Get yourself a drink of water,” he said tersely. “Your scores will be available before lunch.”

You couldn’t even argue, or demand to get your score sooner like the others. You managed a salute to your superior before you limped your way out of the forest. At the exit, you pulled over onto the side of a fallen tree. It was hollow inside, eaten clean through by termites, and it served no use to you as you laid straight on your back. The rough terrain wasn’t comfortable, but at least by laying there you could relax whatever muscle you’d strained.

It took a minute for you to completely unwind. When you did, you fell into a fit of unrestrainable sobs. That stupid fucking day would never fucking leave you alone, would it?

That stupid, ass fucking day.

It was still destroying you. If only it hadn’t happened.

If only you’d been careless and selfish. It was all because you ran to help that man; you know, the man? The one with the orange tunic and the greyish beard? You know him. Of course you do.

He was the one whose leg was trapped in some debris, which he couldn’t free himself from. You’d abandoned Annaka, and the perfect hiding place she’d found for you and little Freda.

You’d ran to the man (a total stranger, by the way) and dug through the rubble of stone and wood so he could run free.

He did run free in the end. But he’d left you behind in the process. As soon as his measly foot shook free from the rubble, he took off into a wild sprint, not daring himself to look back at the fifteen year old girl who saved his life or the titan that loomed over them like Death with a scythe and robe.

The titan had taken a step. He’d taken one singular step and it brought the rest of that building down upon you. You were buried beneath it all, breathing in the saw dust and blood fumes while your back bent at an unnatural angle.

The doctors said you were lucky to be able to walk after all the time you’d spent underneath the building's remnants. It was a wonder you’d survived at all. It had taken hours to be found. Your screaming and crying did nothing, warned no one. It was hours of listening to the stampede of titans around your home and the death of the villagers who’d been your neighbors.

“L/n?”

You quirked your eyes away from the clouds you’d been stalking. Above you was that boy-that young man, rather.

He was tall. Blond. He had a strangely muscular face, but it was softened by the effects of his eyes.

“You know me?” you asked dumbly.

He chortled. “You kicked my ass the first year of basic training, remember?”

You did. “Reiner,” you said his name, testing the waters a bit. “You...you finished your exam?”

“Well, yeah. How long have you been laying here?”

“I don’t know,” you said dumbly.

“Why are you laying in the dirt?” he proceeded.

“I hurt myself.”

“You’re going to get ant bites,” he said cautiously.

“I probably have tons already,” you replied.

He stared down at your for another couple of seconds. While the cicadas sang, Reiner knelt down, scooping his arm beneath your neck and boosting you to your feet. “So Sadies finally drove you to the breaking point, eh?” Reiner asks as you stand against his side.

“It was my own fault,” you tell him. If only you’d been smarter.

“Bet you did great, though,” he proceeded to point out as your boots crunched over the grass in unison.

You looked up at the blond’s chiseled face, puzzled he would say such a thing. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re one of the best,” Reiner explained. “Can’t believe you don’t know that.”

“I try to be,” you tell him in a strained sigh. You leaned more of your weight against him. The gear on your hips clanked against his own as you trotted down the field, back towards the main grounds.

“It pays off. I’d bet my arm that you’ll be in the military police sipping wine off of buttercups this time next year.”

You tried not to grin. “Guess you’ll be losing an arm, then,” you muttered.

Reiner grinned. “Who needs arms, anyway?”

You passed.

You stared at the report all throughout lunch, dinner, and now during bath hour.

The other girls soaked in the sauna, chatting away and celebrating their last days at basic.

You just mulled over your score as you sat in the corner, steaming (literally) with disappointment.

Reiner was wrong.

You weren’t one of the best.

You didn’t exceed.

Marked Failures: Sustained grave injury. Lost control of gear more than once. Sloppy direction via maneuvering gear.

A pass was a pass.

At least you could graduate.

But you’d really been hoping for an exceed.

It wasn’t a surprise to learn just who exceeded. It was obvious.

Reiner was wrong, but maybe that’s alright. You didn’t particularly want to join the police force to begin with.

But, still--you’d been working towards one goal for five years. You were within arm’s reach before you lost your footing and fell, tumbling further and further from the top ten spots.

You knocked your head back against the walls of the sauna. You dropped the parchment results to the tiled floor. Water seeped through the ink and ate through the results like the termites in the fallen log.

Oh.

If only that day hadn’t been so.

If only.

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