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antheshewro · 5 months ago

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Of A Cat Purrspective And Nine Lives – AOT Veterans AU

Perhaps a set of claws can be a pair of blades.

Before You Read: Here I am again! It's been so long :( this has been in my drafts for a long while, hope you like it ཐི♡ཋྀ as always, let me know if you like it! Disclaimer: gender neutral!reader for everyone to enjoy kitty cats + credits for the inspo from official arts about the characters as cats (for Levi and Hange), while for Erwin I browsed around the Internet to picture his cat self, as well for Miche. ♡ ^__^

It was a rainy morning at the Scouts' headquarters. A quiet, tranquil Thursday morning. It was raining outside, the pitter-patter of the raindrops landing on the windows, the yard and the roof, making breakfast time even more cozy and enjoyable. Nothing seemed to be out of place… not yet. When you didn't find Levi in the dining hall, given his appearance there before anyone and his restleness (along with the habit of being on his own way too much), you already knew something was up. He was always wandering around the headquarters at that time of the day, early in the morning. He couldn't have left that place out of the blue. He couldn't be sick either—Levi had strong health.

At that point, no matter if it was 8:00 AM, you decided not to stay to the dining area and look around, right down the hallway of the same floor. After a few minutes, you noticed that the door of the storage room of that floor was unlocked. The doorknob quietly twisted and clicked, the old wooden door creaking open as you pushed it. When you stepped inside, it was desert. Eerily silent. Your brows furrowed as you looked around and called his name, but he wasn't there, apparently. Until, you heard a sound coming from behind one of the shelves.

A raspy 'meow'. A couple of seconds would pass before a cat walked from behind a tall shelf on your left, next to a metal cabinet. A black, adult cat, with pointy ears, slender body and icy-blue eyes. Its little yet somewhat long black claws clacked and scratched the wooden floor as the cat shifted on its spot. Its expression was as cold and unamused as ever, a few strands of fur peering from in between its ears and behind them. Around the cat's neck, a white cravat. A sigh of relief left your lips. Levi, your cat, wasn't missing. It was just hiding.

"You scared me. I couldn't find you anywhere."

Levi's ears twitched at the low tone of his owner's voice. He wasn't much of a vocal cat—not like most house cats at least, making his quiet meows and his silent purrs a rare occurrence only when he was in the mood for cuddles and scratches behind the ears. With a lazy demeanor, he slowly walked over to you, rubbing against your legs with a soft ‘mew’ as if to indicate that he was fine. He continued to nuzzle your leg for a bit, craving some attention that you happily provided with a few gentle scratches from under his chin.

You picked the cat up, with one hand around its little belly and one beneath its paws. The front ones were against your chest, as if he wanted to support his own body in his owner's embrace. A tiny peck landed on his forehead and on the side of his face, feeling the cat's whiskers twitch. Even the smell of feline, exuding from his luscious and smooth black fur, was always able to calm you down. Levi was an extremely clean cat, and knowing he would get outside the headquarters to haunt birds, mice or whatever it pleased him, you were always very attentive and careful with his hygiene. Not to mention, the cat would willingly get inside the bathtub to get a bath. A far cry from how felines would usually approach their bath time.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" you softly asked, moving down the stairs. No one sitting there seemed to be minding if you were walking inside the dining hall with Levi sitting in your arms; it would've been odd to see the opposite.

"What do you feel like having for breakfast?" you added, while sitting on a single and spare table, running your fingers on the cat's back.

His ears slightly perked up at the mention of food. His tail lifted up, his little paws placed atop on the table. Levi then looked at you, his big bright blue eyes practically screaming ‘food’ in cat language. His little pink nose then twitched as his owner scratched underneath his chin and around his face. The black cat meowed at your question, as if he was answering her question and demanding food. He had a good appetite in the morning if anything. Levi's eyes then turned to the other soldiers around the room who were having their breakfast.

Another usual sight would be the one that saw you moving to the kitchen to get her breakfast with Levi on your shoulders. They say cats are smart animals, and he was one of those as well. Levi was an extremely responsive and intelligent feline. Even when his owner was preparing their own meal, he stayed around their shoulders and silently watched you prepare herself some food. You didn't get much, just a tiny cup of milk, three slices of buttered toast and some scrambled eggs in a small plate.

Once you were done and had placed your breakfast on a tray, along with a napkin and utensils, you went back to the table where you previously sat. One could notice that your breakfast always included something Levi also liked. In this case, it was the eggs. You knew that eventually, he was going to fill his little tummy by himself—a reason why the quantity of those eggs was able to feed both of them.

Levi watched his owner walk back to the table, his blue eyes locked onto the plate. He was definitely eyeing that scrambled egg, his tail thumping against your back. However, he was a good boy and waited for you to sit down first. The black cat meowed and leaned forward on your shoulder, waiting for you to give his share of the food.

You chuckled a little before gently moving him so he was sitting in your lap. Immediately, the cat leaned towards the plate, his wet pink nose practically touching the eggs as he sniffed. Once you put the plate down so he was able to reach the food, Levi started taking small bites out of the scrambled eggs. He sat still on your lap as he ate, his tail wrapping around your wrist as a sign of approval and appreciation. He was never one to leave a single crumb behind, eating a few bites before licking his lips and letting out a little satisfied purr.

After a nice breakfast, you and Levi went back to your own quarters. Once you opened the door, two more cats would approach the pair. A far bigger cat than Levi, a male, with deep blue eyes, a white and soft fur with some honey colored strikes on his forehead and body stomped on the wooden floor. One of his front paws, the right one, was missing after a stray cat bit him, and there wasn't much the pet vet could do besides amputate it. Around the cat's neck, there was a tiny, shiny green bolo tie-like collar you bought at the local pet store. The other cat was smaller than the first one, but still a bit bigger than Levi.

A female cat with chocolate colored fur and black stripes around its body. Its left eye was injured, its eyeball missing; you covered it with a black eye patch. On its head, a few tufts of longer fur could be seen on the cat's forehead and behind its ears. Your face softened as you closed the door, sitting on the floor and placing Levi down.

"Erwin," you murmured, referring to the white cat. Then, your eyes shifted to the other feline, the female one. "Hange."

Levi happily hopped out of his owner's arms and trotted over to the other two cats. He didn't waste any time in weaving around Erwin's legs, even rubbing his face against the tabby's body. His ears perked up when he heard the name of the other cat, Hange. The black cat walked over to the smaller female and nuzzled the side of her face as he purred. These three cats had a special bond, as they’ve been together for years now.

You went straight to the bed, crawling on the mattress and laying down on your side. At the gentle pat you gave on the spot next to you, beckoning the cats, Levi immediately pit-patted over to the bed, hopping on with a small jump. The black haired cat wasted no time in rubbing his head against the hand, craving affection. Behind him, Erwin and Hange started to approach their owner. Both cats were on the bed a few seconds later. The tabby climbed up on the bed and sat down by your legs, letting out a low meow as he glanced lazily at the window. Hange, on the other hand, quickly laid down in her owner's lap, rolling onto her back to expose her belly.

You had always found cats to be her true calling. If you could, you would've adopted tons of them. Each cat had been neutered, vaccinated, with a complete check up three times per year unless one of them was sick. They all had their personal litter box, in a spare little angle of your quarters, with their bowls of food and water, toys and blankets collected inside a box. To you, those cats were straight up your children; no one could tell you otherwise.

You picked Hange up, lifting her up and slightly moving her left and right, now laying flat on the bed.

"Who's my little princess, hm?"

Hange let out a soft, happy mewl at the action, her tail gently swaying back and forth. She purred quietly and nuzzled the underside of your chin as she was held. Meanwhile, Levi and Erwin could be spotted curled up together on one of the pillows, the black cat burying his face in the crook of the tabby's neck as he quietly purred.

"Of course you two are cuddling together," you mused, putting Hange down on the bed and observing her as she curled next to her side, her chin placed on her little paws. Letting out an amused snicker, you moved your gaze back to Erwin and Levi.

"Little boyfriends."

Levi lifted his head at the comment, letting out a small meow of protest as he shot an unamused look at his owner. Meanwhile, Erwin merely looked at you in response, his tail starting to sway faintly. The tabby cat couldn't care less about your words, he didn't want to get involved. There was a moment of silence as the three cats simply laid on the bed. The sound of rain outside was filling the silence, the pitter-patter against the window soothing, the storm growing stronger.

As you laid on your stomach, sighing as you felt her body relaxing on the mattress, your eyes closed for a moment. The atmosphere was just too relaxing for you—thunderstorms were always able to help you sleep, for some reason. It wasn't until you were almost drifting off to sleep that your eyelids fluttered open. Your brows furrowing as you spoke.

"Where's Miche?"

At the mention of his name, the three cats perked up at the same time, their ears and tail twitching a little. Levi, however, was the first to look around in the room for the missing cat. Hange did the same, sitting up straight in the bed and sniffing the air. Erwin, on the other hand, simply laid there silently, almost as if he already knew where the big tomcat was.

"You've been here with me the longest, Commander Erwin," you mused out, tilting your body towards Erwin, scratching his soft and full belly and running your fingers through his soft fur. Miche was the first cat you owned with Erwin. Then, you rescued Hange from a cat shelter; a few years later, Levi joined the other three cats, when he was just a little black kitten. Erwin found him near the dirty and cramped stalls; his fur was covered in mud and grime, hissing the entire time, swaying his tiny paws and claws and trying to attack. That day, you thought Erwin was bringing you a dead mouse as a gift; you couldn't be more wrong than that.

Another thing that you were used to doing, by now, was to give your cats some… particular nicknames. Given your job as a soldier, they were little soldiers too. Erwin always seemed to be the one that led, in some way, his own friends. Just like a Commander would with their own subordinates.

"Go call your friend."

Erwin let out a huff at the nickname, lifting his head from the pillow for a brief second before settling back down. The tabby cat stared at you with a deadpan expression as if saying 'really?'. After a few seconds of silent staring, he let out a low meow and flicked his tail.

At the quiet noise, it wasn't until a loud crashing sound came from your wardrobe that got the other three cats' attention. Something, or more specifically, someone, had been hiding in there the entire time.

Suddenly, the door of the wardrobe started to slowly creak open. A pair of orange eyes could be seen in the darkness inside the cabinet before a big and fluffy tan cat stuck his head out, getting out of the wardrobe. The feline, way bigger than the others, walked over to the bed quietly. He then jumped onto the bed with a thump, his black paws sinking into the soft mattress. His long and golden toned fur appeared to be all wet from the rain outside. Levi let out a little meow while Hange sat up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the tomcat.

Due to the fact that Miche was close to the Maine Coon's species, his size while laying down was taking almost half of the bed. It was difficult to sleep with those four cats next to you every single time, due to the lack of space; but for them, you could endure it. Since all your cats were now with you, you went back to lay on your stomach and closed your eyes. As well behaved as they were, however, those were four cats.

Four felines that acted like felines. Your idea was to take a nap until lunchtime… if your cats would let you.

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mazuwii · 2 years ago

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Would AOT men support Andrew Tate??

I'm bored so why not (unbiased headcannons, feel free to add your opinion)

Levi:

•doesn't even know how to use electronics, in fact he doesn't even know who Andrew Tate is. He overhears everyone talking about him and how outrageous or "masculine" he is. He pictures this huge scary man with millions of scars, Dutch Van Der Linde history and that.

•when he finally hears an explanation from Gabi's phone, he tries to peek over from his wheelchair. Let's just say, he was disappointed. His imagination was crushed at the sight of what seemed like a gay porn actor that talks too much.

Eren:

•At one point in his life, Eren Sasha and Connie cosplayed pitbull at a pitbull convention (cult) , what makes you think he wouldn't use the bald hats again?

•of course he thinks Andrew Tate is a dumb ass but a little bit of trolling never hurt anyone.

•No he doesn't like him but he does quote him ironically

Bertholdt:

•Bertholdt scrolls on tiktok only for gardening and gaming content, and anything that doesn't fit into those genres, he instantly clicks 'not interested', he doesn't even bother listening. At some point the amount of Andrew Tate videos on his fyp began to piss him off so bad he blocked the hashtag, and even that didn't work 💀💀💀

Reiner:

•Reiner throwing on his dad glasses and squinting at he screen, "who's this?"

"Andrew Tate,"

He listens for a few seconds, but the words just aren't wording,"Just block him babe,"

No but seriously he finds the redpill community embarrassing af, especially with the hatred they have for single mothers, since he came from one and his respect for them

Jean:

•Jean would agree with a few points, but will happily take pleasure by trolling his fans with Connie and Sasha

Connie:

•If you ever see Bottom G edits, of random bald men twerking or dancing in an odd manner, labelled "top G spotted at an orgie" that was Connie and Sasha

Armin:

•He’s a literal feminist, with receipts, try him.

Erwin:

•could not give less of a shit, his tiktok is full of those flowery 'goodmorning🌹🌸💐😘’ edits that he downloads and sends to people on WhatsApp

Zeke:

•This is tricky, on one hand he looks like the type of man that redpillers would make an edit of, on the other he looks like he'd bully them

Porco:

•I'm sorry to my Porco stans, as much as I love him he would say "free top G" and no one even knows if he's being serious or not- like if you made fun of him, he’d laugh with you, so maybe not idk

Miche:

•He thinks they're pathetic little boys

Floch:

•Very proud of his mysoginistic beliefs, would defend Andrew to his death , and unlike Porco, very much goes on protests to "free Top G"

#reiner braun #reiner #aot warriors #zeke #levi ackerman #erwin #pieck #aot veterans #reiner x reader #floch #eren #Levi #Bertholdt #porco #armin #Miche #jean kirstein

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