#attack on titan theme

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"I want to believe that there's still a place we know nothing about, somewhere..."

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐄. 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

.*•.*• 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱- 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝), 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

.*•.*• 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡��𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥!😭

“Are you all dressed and ready my love?” You called out to your two year old daughter as you grabbed all your things. “Yes mama! I ready.” She giggled as she slipped into her crocs but with each shoe on the wrong foot.

You smiled at her goofiness and bent down to help her with her shoes. “You put them on the wrong feet baby, but I’ll help you.” You smiled up at her. Obsessed with her cute little face. She was the perfect mixture of you and Eren. Her greens eyes resembling his all the way.

You were running late, but it was your fault. You had forgotten to pack her bag last night, resulting in you running around the house trying to get everything together.

Grabbing her hand, you raced out the house but not before locking it behind you.

“I can’t wait to see Vivi today! She said we would make cookies the last time!” Aaliyha spouted happily in her car seat. Making you smile at her. You were happy with how comfortable your daughter was with your friend Felicity. Luckily enough she also had a daughter that was a year older than yours. Her name was Vivica but Aaliyha called her Vivi. “Can you try to save mommy some cookies baby?”

“Otay mama.”

-

After you dropped her off you raced down to your job. It was a new club that had just opened up about a year ago and it was already pretty popular. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬 was the name and you worked their as a bartender/server, but recently you’ve been thinking about switching to an aerialist dancer since they a little made more money.

Keeping up with your bills was starting to get a little hard, especially since your daughter was getting older and her expenses were getting more costly by the year.

I wish Eren was here to help me. I probably wouldn’t have to work so hard. Shit, I probably wouldn’t have to do anything if he was here.

But that was just something you’d have to deal with. After all Eren had no idea he even had a daughter to begin with.

Two years ago, when you had found out you were pregnant, you decided to make the biggest decision in your life. Taking a few stacks of his cash you knew he had hidden and disappeared.

Of course you didn’t want to hurt him, but Eren was starting to change into someone you couldn’t recognize and bringing a baby in the mix of who he was becoming scared you.

You see, Eren used to be a sweet boy. Although he was the plug for weed he always had his head on right. That was until he started to deal with heavier drugs. He slowly started to become colder, more detached and distant. . .

I knew he had gone two far when he started to come home late at night when he thought you would be sleeping. Blood being splattered all over him.

Although Eren always kept you away from the dangerous lifestyle he was getting into, you saw what it was turning him into and it was becoming to much for you.

It scared you.

So you left, and haven’t looked back for two whole years.

You did miss him though. He was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He was always one to spoil you and tell you how beautiful you are. Always catering to your needs. Listening to your opinions and ambitions.

You loved the way he made you feel. So safe and secure.

You missed being in his arms. The way he kissed your neck on all your sweet spots.

The way his fingers scissored your pussy, leaving you drippin’ wet. You missed the way his dick bruised your walls and rubbed your insides with all his curved 8 inch glory.

No matter how many guys you had fucked after you left him, none of them could get you off like Eren did.

Yes you missed him.

Even now. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Your body burning up just from the memories.

“Hey boo, you good?” Jordan, your coworker asked you. Snapping you out of your lustful thoughts.

“Yea girl I’m fine.” You tried to reassure her, but she wasn’t fooled. “You sure? You seem like you got a fever,” she placed a hand on your forehead. “And you feel hot.”

You smacked your lips, and brushed her hand off. “J come on, let’s get this money bitch.”

“Mm, let me guess you was thinking about yo ex again.” Jordan teased you. Placing a hand on her hip as she eyed you. You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Yea I was thinking’ bout that nigga.” You couldn’t help from telling the truth. For some reason the past couple of months he’s been on your mind far more often than not.

Putting your small waistline apron on, you got to work.

-

Eren couldn’t believe his eyes. He sat frozen with his hand tightly gripping his glass filled with whisky. He tried to keep his composure as best as he could as to not alert his newest business partner. Eren could feel his heart beating faster and faster in his chest.

He just couldn’t believe it. There you were just across the floor, serving customers. His customers. Who would have thought that after two years, fate would lead you back to him.

“Eren?” Jean called out to him. He glanced in his direction. Jeans eyes subtly moving from the client back to him.

“𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.” Eren told the two men in grey suits. Soon, Eren would have his own casino on a remote island. There he would host a black market auction that sold only the rarest of treasures.

The two men in grey suits stood up and offered their hands to shake.

Once Eren saw they were out of the club, his attention immediately went back to where you stood. You looked different, but he knew it was you. He’d never mistake that pretty face for someone else’s.

Your hair was no longer the long length it had been. It was not cut short and styled in finger waves. Your face sported two new nose piercings along with a few new tattoos from what he could see.

He also noticed that you were no longer the skinny bodied female he knew two years ago. Your breast had gotten heavier. No longer the small B cups. Even your hips had spread. The way your mini skirt clung to you let him see just how big your ass had gotten.

Finally - he thought. I’ve fucking found you.

-

That night, Eren had followed you home. You didn’t live that far from the club and that gave him the satisfaction of knowing just how close you were.

The next day, he had a close friend of his bring up a file on you. To say he was shocked to find out that you had a child was an understatement. He was furious.

It was like he was staring right into he own eyes. She looked just like a mixture of the both of you. Already, Eren could tell that she was his.

He couldn’t help but be upset with you. First you leave unannounced and then you have his daughter and didn’t think to tell him anything. He would have taken care of you guys. He would have given you both the world.

So why. Why did you do it? Why did you leave him?

All these questions that would soon be answered when he had you back. And this time he didn’t plan on letting you go.

-

You had just dropped Aaliyha off at day care for a few hours so that you could get some time to yourself today.

It had been a pretty busy week for you and you needed a small break to recuperate and gather your thoughts. Maybe even do a little self care.

You decide you deserved a nice looong hot steamy shower. So you made your way upstairs and stripped out of your leggings and sports bra. Turning the water to hot, and letting it warm up, you went and grabbed your speaker.

Cleo Sol played in the background as you stepped into your shower, washing all your worries away. The hot water loosening all the stiffness in your back.

30 minutes had passed and you finally decided to wash your body. Grabbing your pomegranate scented soap, you scrubbed the dirt and grime from off of you.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped your fluffy towel around yourself and wiped your feet of any extra water feeling ten times better than you did before. After doing your face routine, you applied pomegranate scented lotion to your body before leaving your bathroom.

You weren’t really paying attention as you made your way to your dresser. Dropping the towel without a care in the world.

“𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐈’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.”

You halted in your spot. That voice. It couldn’t be. . .

A gasp escaped you as you glanced over your shoulder.

Erens’ piercing green eyes stared right at you. They were menacing. He sat on your bed shirtless, pants unbuttoned with a blunt in his hand already sparked.

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.“ He said as he took a hit. You gulped.

You didn’t really know what to say or how to react. Apart of you were happy that he was here. You missed him, but . . . The other part of you was scared. How had he even found you. How had he even got into your apartment!?

Quickly, you fumbled to pick up your towel and wrap it around yourself once you realized you were completely naked in front of him.

This only made him laugh. A smirk playing on his face. This snapped you back into reality. If it was one thing, you hated being laughed at.

“The fuck is so funny Yeager!?” You raised your voice at him. Your face filled with an attitude he missed. Just seeing it made his dick jump.

“𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.” He said as he put the blunt out on your pink comforter before standing. It was like he had grown taller. His body was more muscular than it was the last time you seen him. His hair was tied back in a low bun. Something you always thought was sexy on him.

His knuckles sported new tattoos and even a few lingered on his body as well. He pretty much looked the same but something definitely changed about him.

It was like he was a whole different person, and this person is someone you wouldn’t want to cross.

He took a step towards you. “𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.“

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.“ He spoke lowly as he took a few more steps.

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.“ As he said this, you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for him.

You knew he was angry, you knew he had every right to be, and you were sorry, but you couldn’t fix the past. You weren’t sure that even if you could, you would want too.

You had to remember, you thought you were doing what was best for her. You stared at Eren from underneath your lashes. A pout sitting in your face as he towered over you.

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.“

Now this made tears well up and fall from you. “I-I’m s-sorry. I d-d, I-I wasn’t trying t-to-“

He only shushed you. Tilting your tear stricken face upward towards him. “𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” Not a second later, he pressed his lip’s against yours with a sizzling need. He gripped the towel you were holding onto, yanking it away from your body.

The sudden change in your body temperature caused you to flinch at how cold it was suddenly. “Mm!” You cried out when he gripped your short tuffs of hair, pulling your head back so he could stick his tongue deeper down your throat.

His hands wandered down and gripped your ass in his large hands. Another thing you missed about him. “𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚.“ Eren spoke in between kissing you. He lifted you into his arms and walked you both to your bed, you sucking on his tongue, devouring his mouth with your own.

It had been so long since you’ve felt like this and you were to far gone to have any rational thoughts to stop. He laid you down on the bed before lifting up just to cup your breast.

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.“ He gripped your nipples, twisting slightly, making your body arch up. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬?“ You nodded, but squealed when he flicked your nipple.

“𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.“

“Yes Eren, I missed you.” You couldn’t help but whine. This made him grin. His finger rubbing slow circles around your clit.

“Oh yesss!”

“𝐇𝐦𝐩𝐡, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞..” He spoke — slipping two fingers inside you, making a ‘come here’ motion.

Your legs opened wider for him. Your body writhing in pleasure as he took you to a place you haven’t been in a long time.

“Oh fuck! Pleeaassee keep doing that!”

Eren continued his assault on you. Kissing his way down your body until his mouth hovered over your pussy.

“𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚?“

“Yes daddy! Please, I missed this.” Your body was shaking as the orgasm pulsed through you. Erens fingers were now coated in your wet creamy cum.

Erens lips latched on to your clit suckling just the way you liked. Your moans grew louder and louder as he did. His tongue lapping up your juices, making the most embarrassing wet noises ever, but you didn’t care.

All you cared about was how good this man was making you feel.

“Uh, boss? Do you want us to clear everything out, or take only the important stuff?” A big hulking figure asked from the door way causing you to scream.

Eren lifted his head from between your legs slowly. He looked behind him with a menacing look that made the big guy take a step back.

“Sorry boss, I’ll uh- figure it out.” He said before tuning and leaving, only for two more guys to come in and start grabbing things from out of your closet. They paid you both no mind. Just simply grabbing what needed to be grabbed and walking out without a glance your way.

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK!” You yelled. You weren’t so comfortable with men coming in and out of your room while you were naked and being eatin’ out. Eren ignored you though, and lowered his head in between your thighs, licking away like a starved animal.

You tried to hold in your moans as best as you could but another orgasm ripped from you.

“𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.“ He taunted.

Once he removed himself from your thighs, he took his own pants off with his boxers following. His cock stood at attention. Dripping pre-nut and sporting thick veins. He was ready for you.

You couldn’t help close your legs slightly. It had been a while since you had sex, and you knew this was going to be a little uncomfortable. I doubt Eren was not going to take it easy on you.

“𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

And you did. Slowly but surely you did. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.“ He gripped the back of your knees. Grinding his dick against you a couple of times before he pushed himself inside.

Your hands flew to his abdomen trying to slow down his intrusion but it did little to stop him. He was now fully seethed inside of you. The feeling of being full was so foreign to you but it felt so good.

It felt good to be filled by him again.

“𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?“

He thrusted into you at a fast pace. You gripped his arms tightly as he assaulted your womb. His ball clapped against your ass in a steady repetitive motion that only added to your lust filled heat.

“𝐇𝐮𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚?! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?“ He asked you again. This time going faster. “Ah! Yess, yess daddy! I m-mmissed youuuu!”

Your third - or fourth orgasm tore through your body once again. Your slick making it easier for him to go deeper.

“Yesss ‘REN! Just like that daddy!” You could feel him brush against your cervix with every thrust. He groans getting mixed in with our own.

You could tell he was close to nutting. His once hard thrust becoming sloppy but still working your pussy.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.“ Eren grunted, his nut filling you up with one last thrust. The both of you panting and out of breath.

When he slid from the warmth of your walls, he quickly threw your towel back over you and slipped back into his boxers and jeans, lighting the same blunt he had put out earlier. His men still walking in and out of the room with your things as if nothing ever happened.

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[ereami0]

Fall in love with my new phone theme it's soo cool im gonna cry 🧦🥂😭🫶🏻.

Art by my fav Erehisu artist @/Viii0_8 on Twt/x.

[lacheri]

|| moon river. || part. xiii. ||

|| masterpost || part xii. || part xiv. || ao3 ||

“Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it." David Foster Wallace. pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader chapter content: modern au, coworkers au, suggestive themes, SMUT (we're having vanilla loving intercourse okay), unfaithfulness themes (there is no cheating!), alcohol/drinking, fluff paired with heavy angst, cliffhanger warning, self deprecating thoughts, Levi's sad sad past, reader's respective past, the kids are Fighting, description of a panic/anxiety attack, mentions of previous death and related traumas, terminal illness mention, this chapter is equally cute as it is dark man, jealousy, did not beta this one we are dying like men, minors/ageless blog do not interact. summary: in which levi gets a little jealous. wc: 11.7k a/n: there will be no warning, only chapter appearing on your dash. after two and a half years, I am back writing this story. thank you, YOU I AM TALKING DIRECTLY TO YOU, for sticking around so patiently for this update. I love this story with my entire heart and soul. thank you for loving it as much as I do. I hope you enjoy.

“Have you ever thought about where you’ll be in five years?”

The question catches you off guard, shattering the comfortable silence hanging in perfect fragility of the moment. The sun is scorching hot, and you’re absolutely positive the intense rays are leaving burns on your exposed body. The sky is cloudless, the sand beneath you is baking in the heat, you find absolutely no relief in your lounging form, or solace in the dampened towel under the backs of your legs. There’s a breeze, not strong enough to bring forth a chill, but just enough of one to dance and tickle its way through your ears. 

As soon as Mikasa is done with this conversation, you’re sprinting full speed into the lake directly in front of you. You feel as though you’re laying in fire sunbathing on this beach.

“Not really,” You say nonchalantly. “You?”

“Yeah. I think about it all the time, actually.” Her gaze is transfixed straight ahead towards the gentle waves caressing the shoreline, leaning so comfortably back in her beach chair.

“Where do you think you’ll be?” You redirect her question.

Your sight is hinged in deep oranges, a side effect of the sunglasses perched over your eyes, but it doesn’t obstruct the view of Mikasa’s gentle smile as she responds, “Here. Owning a big house, being a doctor, maybe I’ll be married or something.”

“Definitely married,” You chuckle. “You’re already getting proposals.”

“Jean asking me out on a date is not a proposal,” She crosses her arms. 

“You should go out with him, he seems nice!”

“He blushes every single time he sees me. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s sweet!”

“I don’t.”

The two of you share a look and erupt into laughter. You shake your head, “Fine, fine. Who are you getting hitched to in your dream future?”

“Well, Eren and I have been close almost our entire lives,” Mikasa muses cautiously.

“Eren is a full blown idiot.”

“He’s cute,” She defends. 

“Mika,” Your tone deepens. “He’s not worth your time or energy.”

“Yeah well, he was worth yours, wasn’t he?”

The sour expression painted across her face is painful enough to look at, but accompanied by the venom on her tongue, the hurt you feel is comparable to being stabbed in the chest. Your heart tightens at the internal pain.

Eren is just your friend these days. He is nothing more and nothing less.

“I’m sorry,” Mikasa sighs. “I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s okay.” It’s not, but you tell her this anyway. 

“I’ve just always liked him, you know? Even if he doesn’t feel the same, I can’t help it. I just do.”

You nod, “I get it. I just think you deserve someone who’s head over heels for you.”

“Yeah, well, he is for you isn’t he?” She digs her toes in the hot sand and allows your silence to settle the topic. She fills the air, “So anyways, five years, where are you?”

Your eyes float away towards the glimmering water before you. It’s nearly blinding, the way the rays bounce off the waves in full opacity. The lake almost looks black in color beneath the sparkles. 

“In five years,” You start slowly. “I really don’t know. Probably here, just like you.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“So then you know what you want.” 

“I want to be somewhere new,” Your lips lift into a sad smile. “Meeting new people, exploring the world, all that sappy stuff. Maybe I’ll be able to do it with my degree, that’d be really cool.”

“It would be,” She nods. “Then I could travel with you to all those places, visit you wherever you settle down. Maybe we could be pen pals.”

You close your eyes. Mikasa has no idea. “Pen pals, that’d be cute.”

“You’ll have an art gallery in every major city,” She continues excitedly. “Critics will be raving about you. I can see it now.”

“Not even the best artists get those kinds of reviews.”

“You will though. I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll miss you,” You try your best to disguise your growing tears as a chuckle, as choked up as it may sound. 

“We’ll talk every day,” She states. “You won’t miss me that much. It’ll be like I’m right there with you, wherever you are.”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore, I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.” Because this isn’t a five year plan, you’re leaving soon and she has no idea.

“Okay, fine,” Mikasa shakes her head, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Only because I don’t want to get emotional either. Just know you have my full support.”

“And I just want you to know,” You take a deep, staggering breath. “That I really love you, Mika. I always will.”

She slaps her palm against your bare bicep, “I just said I don’t want to cry! Stop it!”

You laugh, “Okay! Okay! I just had to tell you!” In case you never get the opportunity to again.

“And I just have to tell you right now, whoever is the last one in that water, has to be the one to go on that date with Jean.” 

She bolts out of her chair with a ferocity comparable to a lightning strike. Your jaw drops and you scramble to your feet, screaming after her, “That’s not fair! I don’t even like Jean!”

Mikasa is already at the bank of the lake when you finish shouting, bare feet colliding with the tender waves that melt on the shore.

-

You’re awake, yet the memory continues to play behind your closed eyelids. That day spent at the lake was one of your last moments with your beloved friend, and it’s not a day you often like to dwell on. It’s too painful to remember. How completely unaware Mikasa had been of your plans, yet so in tuned to you, like she had known all along. 

How strange that you think of her now, of that specific memory. You mull it over for a brief second, remembering how freezing cold the water was beating against your knees, how soft the sand was under your toes. Mikasa’s face is the only detail that seems blurry, and you realize it’s fading. It’s been well over a year since that day. You don’t know how to feel about that.

A fingertip tracing your spine jolts your body forward, a quiet gasp releasing from your lips. You hear a thick chuckle behind you, “Sorry, did I scare you?”

You turn over onto your back, Levi’s straying finger blossoming into a full palm on your stomach, and you hum, “Maybe.”

Levi smiles in response, eyes heavy and drooping, “Too bad.”

Entirely distracted now from your previous thoughts, you shimmy closer to Levi’s bare chest, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. “You’ve got a lot of attitude going on right now, not sure if I like it.”

“Is this a complaint?”

“Formally, no. Just a critique.”

“Hm. I don’t accept those.”

“Critiques?”

“Complaints,” he corrects. 

You nip at the skin of his shoulder, “What would you call this exchange then?”

Levi grasps your chin, angling your face towards his, “A disagreement.”

“And how do you plan on addressing this problem?”

“Like this.”

His lips are swollen from sleep, and so entrancingly soft as his head dips down to meet yours. He kisses you slowly, his tongue pressed to the back of his teeth, swiping sneakily past the barrier to prod at your bottom lip. You melt, bidding a goodbye to your sarcasm to fall under Levi’s spell.

“What are you doing today?” He murmurs against your mouth.

“Working,” You respond, trying to recapture his kiss. 

He leans away playfully, “What a coincidence, me too.”

“Levi,” You pout. “Stop teasing.”

“Teasing? Me?” His wrist rises, thumb grazing the underside of your chin. He gently sucks in a puff of air, your focus darting to the sliver of tongue that appears when his mouth parts. “I’m just trying to talk to you, jolie fille.”

(Pretty girl.)

“Talk to me later,” You mumble, leaning in closer. “This is a priorité.”

(Priority.)

“Look at you,” Levi chuckles. “En utilisant vos mots, une fille si intelligente.”

(Using your words, such a smart girl.)

You roll your eyes, unknowing and uncaring to what he even said, and press your lips to his once more. Levi succumbs valiantly, you think, his hand trailing down to caress your neck, keeping you trapped in your embrace.

Would it be too much to tell him you loved him again? You’re tempted, and it would be so easy — pulling away when the troublesome need to breathe surfaced, the skin of your mouth still entangled with his, so softly brushing against one another as you speak those words, “I love you, Levi” — no, it’s too much. Too soon. 

You don’t regret telling him so rashly last night, entirely lost in the throes of heat and pleasure and passion. You do wish you had made the sentiment more meaningful though. 

You’ll have plenty more opportunities to do just that, you think. To tell him you love him. 

“So soft,” Levi purrs, delicately sucking your bottom lip. “Maybe you were right. We can talk later.”

A whine gets trapped behind your teeth when his fingers tighten around your throat, squeezing lazily. Fire ignites in your sleepy body, your eyelids fluttering and breathing shallow. It’s ridiculous how much of an effect Levi has on you. Although, you suppose that must be love. Or at the very least, lust, and that is an emotion you are not hesitant to express.

Something changes when he locks his eyes to yours, his hand beginning its descent down your goosebump ridden skin. He halts his motions, a look of worry painting his expression. Your eyebrows furrow, a look of confusion on yours.

“Maybe we should talk,” Levi says after a moment of silence. “About last night.”

That fire flooding your veins turns into frigid ice. The juxtaposition of temperature kills any of the previous budding desire in your core, and in an attempt to recapture it, you shake your head. There’s no need to talk about anything.

Levi presses his hands to the tops of your shoulders, immobilizing you from chasing after his kiss again, “We need to talk about what happened.”

“I told you already, last night,” You resign. “I called a friend from home. She didn’t answer.”

He sighs your name, “Have you talked to her since you left?”

It’d be a lot easier to lie if Levi wasn’t looking at you so intently, so full of care and worry. You tell the truth, “No. I haven’t talked to anyone. Kind of ruins the mystery of running away from home.”

He skips past your poor excuse of a joke, “That’s why you were crying then.”

“Yeah.” You close your eyes.

“You miss her.” Not posed as a question, just a simple observation.

“Of course.”

“Maybe she’ll call back,” He murmurs, and when you open your lids and peer at his face, his expression is vacant. 

“I called her to talk about you,” You say slowly. “I wanted to tell her about us.”

Levi blows a humored breath out of his nose, “How cute.”

“It was mostly to brag. You’re really hot and we have incredible sex.”

That elicits a change in his features, the playfulness returning into his eyes, “How modest of you.”

“What can I say? I am nothing but humble.” 

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure.”

“You wouldn’t describe me as such? Ouch.”

“There’s a lot of words to describe you, but modest and humble aren’t at the top of my list.”

“Of course, how could they when the list starts at beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, captivating—“

“Just do me a favor,” Levi turns serious one final time, laying his forehead against yours. “If you need to cry, don’t run away. I can handle a few tears.”

You soften, “What if there’s a lot of them? What if I have snot all over my face and I cry really ugly?”

“Anything, I can handle it. Just don’t run away from me, okay?” 

There’s something swirling in his silver eyes, something you can’t place. Fear, maybe.

“Okay,” You breathe.

“Okay,” He says. His thumb swipes across your jaw, grazing the shell of your ear. “Your breath stinks, by the way.”

You roll your eyes, pulling away from his embrace, “So does yours, asshole. C’mon, let’s go get ready for the day.”

-

You’ve worked an uncountable amount of shifts beside Levi, but tonight feels much different than any previous times. Maybe it’s due to the fact that his eyes never leave you once — truthfully, they never have, as Levi was always expecting you to fuck up crafting a drink, or to trip and fall and break something, including yourself. Or maybe it’s because he’s being incredibly bold tonight, trailing his fingers along your back as he brushes behind you, leaning in extra close to your face when you speak to him about a customer’s drink order.

But it’s probably different because of the undeniable fact you are in love with him and you are the one unable to keep your gaze off of Levi. You aren’t a master of subtlety, that much you can admit, but you feel that you’re making your yearning extra obvious tonight. 

It’s not exactly a secret you and Levi are fucking each other anymore anyways. Hange and Petra know, even Claude, who sits smugly at his usual stool, fifty dollars richer than he was before all thanks to his winning bet.

You still need to find out what this bet was exactly. It’s eating away at you in the same way you’d be unable to remember if you left the faucet running at home. Stuck lingering in the back of your mind, it’s a nuisance of a thought. 

Levi has this stupid, and probably right, idea that you two need to be professional at work. What a joke, since he nearly fucked you raw in Hange’s office a few weeks ago. Now he wants to play the perfect angel, all sweet and compliant? 

Realistically, if this kind of relationship between boss and employee had happened in any other job setting, you’d both be sitting in some office, tails between your legs while you recounted your indiscretions to a Human Resources representative. However, in your special case, said representative caught you red handed and spread open on their desk and laughed in your face.

So you feel entitled to the opinion Levi is going for overkill with the elusive displays of affection. Sure, when he dipped closer to your face to understand your speech you did try to pucker your lips and kiss him. Yeah, it’s understandable he pulled away, a customer standing directly in front of you. But who cares? Everyone already knows anyway. 

You pause in the middle of your thought process, uncorking a bottle of wine. What do they know exactly? Do they think of the two of you as a fling, or something more serious? What is the definition of you and Levi anyways? Is the naming of a title something that concerns you now? What do they think? What does Levi think? What do you think?

You flicker a glance to the ravenette, speaking loudly to a patron. It wouldn’t be so bad to be his girlfriend, you think. Girlfriend feels so childish though, but friend doesn’t seem serious enough. Fuck-buddy is off the table with the L-bomb being dropped. Partner would imply years of history. Any other title requires a formality both you and Levi are definitely not ready for. 

So where does this leave you? Why do you suddenly care so much about what the two of you are, and what others may think?

Maybe, you ponder, you feel this way because no one has been solely yours before. Any romantic conquests in your past have been defined by noncommittal ambiguity, a do not ask and do not talk about policy. You have never truly claimed a lover, not in the permanent sense. 

You think of Eren, of all the awkward fumblings and inquisitive explorations, the lack of feelings and passion. You ponder what it meant to be a young girl discovering her sexuality and romantic feelings, and finding nothing of substance at the time. Sure, Eren was fun, but what did it mean?

It meant that you knew what love would really feel like when it finally rolled around, you decide. Not that you didn’t hold love for your friend, but it wasn’t – Levi. Levi, who urges you to self-reflect and dissect your past to build a solid foundation for your — well, whatever this is. 

Truth be told, you’ve never really done this before. Taking a look in the mirror is uncomfortable. But Levi deserves someone capable of humility. You wouldn’t call yourself shallow, but neither would you declare yourself deep. Maybe it is time to change that.

Not just for him, but because you deserve it too.

You smile softly upon the epiphany. Maybe you’ve been treating yourself so unkindly for all this time because you never really believed you were deserving of this kind of love. Maybe that’s why you have your track record of escapes. Maybe this is why you’re choosing to stay. 

Your fingers gently brush against Levi’s back as you glide behind him. A tall glass of wine leaves your opposing palm, passing it off to a patron. You wear that silly smile with pride and continue on with your shift, heart warm and mind distracted by wickedly sweet love.

The end of your shift arrives surprisingly fast. The bar was fairly busy tonight and thankfully easy to manage. Though the feeling of confidence has settled in for a few weeks now, you’re at a place where you can boldly declare that you are now excelling at your job. You have regulars, specifically requesting you to make their cocktails. It feels good. It feels rewarding to see your hard work and perseverance pay off. 

“Hey! Did Levi tell you yet?”

You glance up from your side work, rinsing soapy glasses. Hange leans against the bar counter, elbows sliding across disinfectant Levi had just sprayed. 

“Tell me what?”

“Good for nothing,” Hange laughs under their breath. “I’m hosting a dinner party tomorrow night! Nothing fancy, but fancy-ish.”

“What’s the occasion?” You ask.

“Moblit’s birthday!” They grin. “No need for gifts either, I have everything handled.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, frown sliding from the corners of your mouth. “I feel weird walking in empty-handed.”

“I’m sure,” Hange winks. “Your presence is gift enough. Although, if a bottle goes missing from the bar, I won’t say anything.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Of course I’ll be there!”

Hange throws a thumbs up, speaking loudly over your head, “Levi! Bring your camera!”

He grunts, nodding without glancing over. Hange disappears shortly after, and the night dwindles on. Uneventful and quickly, your shift wraps up. 

Per routine, Levi walks you home after locking up. He holds your hand, making casual conversation about nothing in particular. You smile and nod along to his words, though you mostly stare at where your fingers interlock with his.

It’s sweet, being like this with him. It’s heartwarming to be invited to parties together hosted by your mutual friend. Whatever title you two hold doesn’t seem so important when you’re in this moment, so viciously present and insurmountably happy.

Stationed in the sanctity of your bedroom, Levi presses open mouthed kisses to the nape of your neck, fingers reaching lower and lower down your clothed belly. He whispers inaudible sweet nothings between his employed lips, tracing the peaks and valleys of your flesh. You shiver in anticipation, arching and mewling at the divine attention.

You find it justified that you’re picking up exactly where the two of you had left off this morning. Or rather, what you didn’t start.

In the process of, whatever you want to call it, you’ve discovered that your insatiable appetite for Levi reaches no limit. You crave him insistently. There is no way to quench your desire for him, in every and any form he exists in.

It is all consuming. Where you had feared love before, every fiber of your soul screams to pursue and to follow.

His hand dips below the waist of your jeans, palm cupping your covered heat. Levi grinds the heel against your cleft, an action all too teasing and mean to declare enjoyment over.

You need more. You will always need more from him.

In a frenzied haste, you spin to face him, ripping clothing from your body. His focus is violently direct, his eyes never leaving yours as Levi follows suit. Standing bare before one another, you lunge for his lips, kissing him so deeply and passionately you knock the breath from your lungs. He matches your vigor, carding his fingers through your hair and caressing the back of your neck.

It feels as though you two are the only living beings in the entire world. There is no one else who exists or matters.

Levi, Levi, Levi, you mentally repeat in a mantra. Love, love, love.

Your palms glide down his naked biceps, clutching and scraping at his tense muscles. You grip and mold, memorizing every curve and indent in his flesh. When your hands meet his wrists, you clutch desperately at the bones. 

He takes the touch as a plea. With a warm press of his open hand to the dip of your back, he leads you backwards until the inside of your knees rest against the mattress. You fold at the contact, laying down. Levi cascades over you in a seamless set of motions, never interrupting the meeting of your mouths. Your legs circle his waist, ankles hooking once they collide, and without a drop of elegance you lift your hips to slide against his. Your dripping center brushes against his throbbing member, your sexes so wet and hot from all of the anticipation.

“Want you,” You murmur against the plush of his lips. “Need you.”

Levi barely nods, too consumed in the sizzling connection. Your lashes part as he nips at your bottom lip, gazing at him with starry eyes as he pulls away. A whine ripples through your vocal chords at his departure, despite knowing the distance will be short lived. A smirk dances across his mouth, his eyes lidded and heavy as he takes in your form.

His head descends, his mouth parting in anticipation to greet your heat with salivating fever. Your hand darts up, tugging at his scalp to stop his movements. When his eyes lock to yours, confusion swirling in his silver irises, you shake your head. Silently, you answer him with another kiss, lifting your hips once more to rock yourself against his cock.

Levi understands, or so you assume. He reaches down, sliding an inquisitive fingertip through your folds. You whimper at the contact, so sensitive and so needy. With a curse under his breath, his palm circles around his swollen member, jerking languidly. Guiding the leaking head between your blossomed petals, he swirls your clit in a messy pattern. He lines himself to your entrance, pausing to gaze into your eyes.

He wants you too. He needs you too. It’s written all over his face.

Slowly, Levi pushes in. Your hole wraps around the head selfishly, walls contracting and pulling his shaft deeper. He hisses in pleasure, his pupils rolling behind his eyelids. His hips jerk as he is completely consumed by you. His cock twitches, pressing upwards at the soft spongy spot lurking in the depths of your cunt. You choke on a moan, lifting and rotating yourself to repeat the motion.

“I’m gonna’ cum if you keep doing that,” Levi says breathlessly. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“Don’t care,” You whine. “I need you, Levi.”

“So selfish,” He chuckles darkly. “Want it that bad, huh?”

You nod, gasping as his hips flick in a shallow thrust. His palms travel to the backs of your thighs, lifting your legs until your ankles dangle at his shoulder blades. The burn in your muscles feels so sinfully good, it renders you wordless. 

“All yours,” Levi says huskily. The gaze he holds contains such depth, a rich endearment swirled with pure carnal desire. 

He plunges. The pace he sets is sweet, each pull and thrust stroking at every nerve ending within your body. You grip at his arms tight, holding onto some semblance of grounding. Your mind is gone entirely, your voice a casualty to your surmounting pleasure. That familiar liquid fire begins to build, igniting your veins, teasing at feelings beyond your comprehension.

The bedframe shakes, creaking and groaning with Levi’s increasing pace. His mouth is positively filthy, hissing intelligible praises and curses. His expression maintains that desperate ferocity, his eyes raking up and down your flexed body. Your breasts sway with each movement, your torso pressed together so tightly you feel as if your lungs are in your throat. You’ve never been a contortionist, but in this position, you fear that you may gain the skills necessary for the job. The stretch of your muscles only echoes the pressure building in the pit of your belly, a numbing effect replacing any pain.

A hand leaves your thigh, trailing down the curve of your ass and the decline of your center. A fingertip trails the crease, a thumb presses to your aching clit. A swirl, gentle at first swipe. A delicious pressure applied. A breathless moan. A quickening speed.

You’re out of your right mind. Completely at Levi’s mercy, you gape up thoughtless and outright stare. You’re sure your expression conveys how absolutely fucked out you feel. 

Levi makes good on your neediness. His rolls are precise and aimed to deliver the mind-blowing euphoria your body begs for. It’s filthy, how well he knows your desires. How well he executes the actions required to bring you to climax. When one pattern on your clit grows weary and familiar, he swipes up and down, eliciting toe curling and bone shaking. 

This is a union intended only for pleasure. You want it fast, hard, and immediately. From the brutality he unleashes, Levi craves the same.

The heat in the bottom of your sternum rises, impossible to ignore. You’re close, and judging by his thrusts growing irregular, Levi is as well.

“Come on, pretty girl,” He begs. “Meet me there, I know you can.”

You cry out in response, panting at all the attention. His cock stretches against your tightening walls, brushing at the back of your cunt. His thumb works in tandem, amplifying the dizzying stimulation. Levi’s going to force it out of you. 

Your legs quiver, still positioned high, as you begin to approach absolution. It’s going to hit you hard, you know this. It’s all too much but exactly what you need. 

It all spills over in a matter of seconds. Before the words can even reach the back of your teeth, you’re shaking and shrieking breathlessly. Billow waves plummet over you, bright white casts your vision. You constrict and pulse around Levi, who gasps and moans alongside you. His dick throbs, twitching erratically as he meets his demise. A mix of fluids fill you entirely, the world pausing for the moments shared in complete bliss.

You cum so hard it is almost agonizing. Levi whines above you, shoving his face in the crook of your neck, gripping ferociously at whatever he can grasp. His thumb twitches but remains dutiful, stroking at your sensitive bud with increasing gentleness. The come down is hard. It feels never ending. He breathes deeply, huffing hot air against your skin.

When you finally begin to regain conscious thought, the stretch in your lower body becomes unbearable. You whimper, tired and exhausted from all the vigorous activity and uncomfortable flexing. Levi loosens his grip on your thigh, slowly bringing it down beside his torso. You cringe at the feeling, soreness settling in within your hips. The relief is almost immediate despite.

“Fuck,” You giggle, pressing a sweet kiss to Levi’s temple. “I fucking love you.”

He grunts in response, eliciting a more pronounced laughter from your gut. A lazy peck is placed upon your clavicle, and you understand it as a shared sentiment of emotion. He rolls over unceremoniously, flopping onto his back beside you. Reaching for your palm, he intertwines his fingers with yours. 

After a few moments of lounging in post sex euphoria, Levi searches for a towel to clean up all the mess left behind. He cleans you thoroughly despite the exhausted state, a content smile glued to his lips. 

Levi likes taking care of you, you’ve learned. As you settle into bed for some much needed rest, scratching loving patterns between his shoulder blades, you observe another simple fact.

You like taking care of him too.

You love him.

-

Hange’s house is almost exactly what you’d expect their house to look like and at the same time not what you’d envisioned at all. Which you feel is pretty on brand for your employer and friend — predictably unpredictable.

Stationed on a crowded suburban street on the outskirts of the city, the home seems extraordinarily normal, especially nestled in tightly with the neighboring exteriors. The houses line up directly side by side, roof heights varying and unique but still so distinctly antique and harmonious — if it wasn’t for Levi guiding you inside the intended dwelling, you could’ve walked up to any single one of these homes with the utmost confidence that this was Hange’s residence. 

The difference would’ve struck you immediately upon entering the wrong dwelling. Hange’s decorating is so irrefutably Hange’s that, well, it makes sense. The front door opens into a dining room, cluttered with deep brown furniture — there’s hardly any room to walk. 

There isn’t a single centimeter of wall that remains bare, dark maroon paint peaks through here and there in between photographs, years of memories being honored and celebrated in each frame. It sort of reminds you of Levi, minus the chaotic placement. You curiously peak at the ravenette as you glide through the entryway, watching his eye twitch at the sheer disorganization.

You stifle a laugh, but you become instantly distracted upon the mesmerizing sight of the beautiful line of house plants lounging against the front room window. Nestled in the corner, given just enough space to dance and bloom with the sun, the greenery stuns you. You think of Jeremy and his potential and you mirror Levi’s expression.

You clench your teeth. Hange’s plants, plural, three of them to be exact, entangle their limbs together, speckled leaves caressing one another so lovingly. As if they’re the greatest of friends, choosing to bloom and grow together without any complaint or hostility. 

Jeremy needs a friend, needs one yesterday. 

Through a narrow hallway leading away from the front room, Hange and Moblit emerge, but before they’re able to greet the three of you, a golden haired puppy comes barreling forward. His face squishes in between Moblit’s ankles comically, and the little one is off.

His paws are too big in comparison to his body, his legs uncoordinated, the puppy jets to Levi first. He yips excitedly, tail wagging, licking and biting at the tips of Levi’s shoes in greeting. 

You smirk, unable to hold back your chuckling this time, and bring yourself down to a crouch. Big brown eyes flicker towards you, and Levi becomes old news.

In your hands in an instant, paws on your chest to stare into the depths of your soul, you fall so deeply in love that you question if you’ve ever truly loved before this moment. 

You glance up at Levi, stars in your eyes and the beginnings of a plea on your lips. He glares back in response.

Well, there goes that idea of convincing him to get a dog. To be fair though, you’re underestimating your abilities. After all, you made it your life’s mission to befriend him, and despite the odds it worked out even better than what you had set out to do. So just maybe you could figure out a plan in which he ends up with a furry companion in his arms. 

With mandatory visitations and custody rights on your behalf, of course. Really, the dog would just live at Levi’s, but it’d be yours.

“No need for us to say hello then since Bean has that covered,” Moblit chuckles. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“Thanks for having us,” You beam. “Happy birthday Moblit!”

He grins shyly, bashfully thanking you. “Hange’s finishing up cooking now, please make yourselves at home!”

“By finishing up you mean the delivery driver is almost here?” Levi arches a brow.

You smack his arm playfully, “Levi!”

“Hey! I worked hard placing that order over the phone!” Hange shouts. “Do you know how hard it is to place an order that large?”

Moblit sheepishly chuckles, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “In our defense, they really did make a salad.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No judgement here.”

“I’m judging,” Levi breathes. 

You squint your eyes and raise your hand to land another blow. He relents his sarcasm.

“Anyways come on in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!” Hange says. “Drinks are in the kitchen! Help yourself!”

The couple lead you further into their home, the puppy at their heels. Bean is his name, if you remember correctly. His paws patter across the wooden floor, and your heart melts.

More plants and a dog. You’re going to look into this immediately.

Down the short hallway, the walls open up to a large living room. Dark emerald green couches take up the majority of the space, a large coffee table sitting in the center of the room. More pictures decorate the room, more notability family portraits of people you don’t recognize. Parents and cousins, you presume.

You inform Levi that you’re going to grab a drink from the kitchen. He nods, beginning to embark on a conversation about photography with Moblit.

You follow Hange’s directions to their kitchen, and nearly slam into something tall and hard once you pass through the door frame. A pair of muscular hands grasp your shoulders, preventing a disastrous fall.

“Nice to see you again too!” Erwin laughs, bright and cheerful. 

Heat rises to your cheeks, “I am so sorry! Wow, that’s so embarrassing. I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?”

“Not at all!” His hands trail down your arms, releasing once they reach your elbows. “Could’ve been rough for you though. The floor isn’t very forgiving in this place.”

You laugh weakly, “I’ll find some other way to put myself in danger, I’m sure. How are you?”

Erwin smiles charmingly, “Busy. I have a client in the area that is entirely too demanding of my time. But they make phenomenal art, so I just have to deal with it I suppose.”

“Oh, what do you do?” You crane your neck to the left.

“I’m an art collector,” He says proudly. “Well, dealer, but primarily collector.”

“That’s amazing!” You say. “You must travel all over the place!”

“It’s exhausting,” He chuckles. “But extremely fulfilling. It’s a family business, so I inherited the job when my father retired. I never got the hang of creating any art myself, but admiring it is a skill in itself.”

You nod, “Absolutely.”

Feminine arms wrap around your midsection as your name is shouted into your ear, “Hey! Is Erwin talking your ear off?”

“I was only telling her about my deeply riveting and nuanced career,” Erwin smirks. 

“Boring,” Petra whispers. You conceal a giggle poorly. “I’d rather be the artist, like this wonderfully talented girl here.”

“Oh, stop it,” You say sheepishly. “I’m not a professional by any means.”

“Really? You’re an artist?” Erwin quirks a brow. “You know, you kind of have that look about you.”

“The self-depreciating, existential dread look?” 

“The look that you take in every detail,” He smiles. “You know, if you’re ever looking to be a “professional”, I’d love to see your work.”

“She would love that!” Petra shakes your shoulders gently. “Weren’t you just saying that you were thinking about taking classes again?”

You bite your lip. While you like your art and even consider your pieces to be adequate, this proposition seems far from your capabilities. Don’t professional artists have to be geniuses? You paint well, you know all about composition and color theory and what-not, but not like that.

Honestly, you don’t know what to quite make of this conversation, so you decide to play to humbleness, “I was, yeah. I don’t really finish pieces, so I couldn’t show off anything that I’ve done.”

“Ah, I see,” Erwin says. “In any case, I know a studio in the city that holds classes every other weekend. I frequent them myself, scouting out new clientele. I’d love to have you join me sometime. Say, next weekend?”

Is he – is he asking you out? Or are you secretly a narcissist, assuming Erwin, with his big blue eyes and exaggerated vowels, is hinting at anything other than platonic friendship? Maybe his work-life is slow, maybe he lacks the clientele he speaks of. Yeah, he probably is just searching for some unknown artistic genius to discover and make a stupid amount of money off of.

Maybe you’re just the fool to fall for it too. He speaks so earnestly, you doubt that he’s hitting on you. Besides, everyone knows you and Levi are together, right? Though, Erwin isn’t intimately involved in your friend group. Still, you never followed up with meeting with him when Hange initially suggested the idea. Didn’t he get the hint?

Besides, is a career as a painter something you truly want?

“She doesn’t need classes. She should be teaching them, actually,” The familiar grit and gravel of Levi’s voice cuts through the anticipation of your response. Petra takes a step back and Levi fills the empty space she leaves, a tight fist circling your waist. He grips you, almost possessively, as he continues, “Petra is right. She is talented.”

Erwin’s eyes lock on Levi’s embrace, a taut smile growing across his expression. “Levi, wonderful to see you again.”

“Likewise,” Levi replies dryly. 

A pregnant pause ensues, tension thick enough to slice through. You flicker your focus between the two men. Erwin’s stature noticeably stiffens, his shoulders squared back and jaw flexed. It’s like he’s fighting for politeness. Levi – you crane your neck – looks as if he is about to launch himself toward the blonde. A storm rages behind his narrowed eyes, a frown deeply embedded in his mouth.

This is a bit ridiculous, in your humble opinion. 

Petra must pick up on the brewing hostility, as she timidly breaks the ice, “Weren’t we grabbing drinks?”

“Yeah!” You speak just a bit too quickly, too high-pitched. “I totally forgot!”

“That was my fault,” Erwin relaxes just a fraction. “I completely interrupted you when you bumped into me. Good thing I caught you before you fell, at least.”

“Yeah, good thing,” You reply awkwardly.

Without further conversation, Erwin walks off in the direction of Moblit and Hange, throwing a cold glare at Levi. Levi’s eyes trail his retreating form, brows knitted together. 

Levi momentarily distracted, you mouth a “what the fuck” to Petra, only answering you with a shrug of confusion. 

Opting to press forward and forget the weird encounter, you follow the strawberry blonde into the kitchen. Levi follows suit, noticeably less tense. Petra pours the three of you a cup of pink looking liquid. The house drink, she remarks casually, probably something with vodka as it is Moblit’s poison of choice. You take a tentative sip, pleased with the taste, and enthrall yourself into light hearted conversation with your best friend.

Petra catches you up to speed with the on-goings in her life. The trials and tribulations of online dating, how work has sucked since the two of you haven’t shared a shift together in a couple of weeks, and how bothersome it is to own and drive a car in the city. You listen excitedly while Levi zones out. You spare a few glances in his direction, growing more and more worried about his quietness.

“I think they’re about to sing happy birthday!” Petra interrupts herself in the middle of a rant, leaning over your shoulder to gaze into the living room. “Looks like everybody is here now!”

You turn to see a sea full of people, only recognizing the hosts and Erwin. Everyone else is a stranger, and you laugh under your breath. Here you thought you were special, being Hange’s friend. Turns out, they have loads.

Makes sense, with their endearing personality and charming demeanor. 

Levi trails behind you as Petra guides you to the crowd, erupting into the song once a lighter flicks in Hange’s palm. A cake is held in front of a sheepish Moblit, blushing and grinning ear-to-ear. You clap when he blows out the candle, laughing when Hange swipes a bit of icing from the top and glides it across Moblit’s cheek. He shakes his head, staring after Hange so lovingly it makes your heart swell.

It’s picture perfect. You look over to Levi expectantly, waiting for the flash of his camera. An empty space stands where he should be, but a bright white light strikes from somewhere else in the room. He doesn’t rejoin you afterwards.

Petra resumes her rambling, introducing you to other attendees amongst her conversation. You smile politely, feeling a bit out of place without Levi by your side. You try to push down that worry that something may be wrong, that perhaps you did something wrong, but it eats away at you throughout the night. 

It isn’t until Erwin locks eyes with you from across the room that feeling of concern heightens. Nearing midnight, you haven’t seen your ravenette in nearly two hours. Did Levi think you were flirting with Erwin? Is he upset with you for simply talking to another man?

You’re becoming increasingly irritated by the idea. You love Levi, proclaimed it several times verbally and physically. You are as wrapped around his finger as one can possibly be. In fact, this is arguably the most time the two of you have spent apart in weeks. You have conquered your own fears and insecurities, reluctantly at the start maybe, but goddamn it. You did it. 

You try to imagine yourself in Levi’s shoes. What if you had been the one to catch him talking to another woman? Pondering the thought for a moment, you lack the tight grip of jealousy in your stomach. Simply seeing another woman in the vicinity of your lover wouldn’t send you over the edge of rage and loathing. If she were to flirt with him? Still, no strong feelings claim to be felt. Just as you belong to Levi, he very much belongs to you.

But what if he doesn’t see it that way? Does he think you are noncommittal? That you lack the dedication and seriousness after all that has happened?

Levi has gifted you with so much, and has spent so much time by your side. Day in and day out, it has only been him. You eat every meal together. You share the same friend group. You work at the same job. You live next door to one another. You sleep in his bed three nights of the week, he sleeps in yours the remaining four. So quickly, he has become your entire world.

A clarity you did not seek comes hurtling towards you. Is it possible that he has grown bored of you? Is that why he abandons you now?

You’re spiraling, and you know that you’re spiraling. You feel mildly pathetic, leaning against the wall, sipping from your cup, gazing off into space. Petra walked off a bit ago, swept up between grabbing another drink and catching up with another friend. When did you get so dependent on Levi’s validation and attention? If you thought he was being ridiculous before, having a pissing contest with Erwin, you feel ten times outrageous at your trail of thoughts.

“Where’d your body guard go?”

Almost grateful for the distraction of a distinctly English accent, you focus on the blonde standing before you. “Levi is probably catching up with some friends, if that’s who you’re referring to.”

“How long have you guys been together?” Erwin places himself to your left, mimicking your anti-social lean. 

“A little while now,” You smile. “How long have you guys known each other?”

“A little while now,” He smirks. “Moblit and I were coworkers for a spin, hence the friendship with Hange. Levi and them are a packaged deal. In a roundabout way, I guess that makes Levi and I friends too.”

“Really seems like it,” You say sarcastically.

Erwin chuckles warmly, “I wouldn’t say that I am his favorite person by any measure. He doesn’t appear to like me very much.”

“It took some time to break through his wall of ice, but with some blood, sweat, and tears, he’s really a great person,” You reply. “Oh, and a batch of cupcakes that he swears he hated.”

“Hm, noted,” He says. Following up with a diversion from the topic, he asks, “What brought you to the city?”

You dread this question. Only having explained it to Levi, Petra, and Hange, you feel very uncomfortable confronting the reality of your move. It sounds bad saying you ran away from home, horrible even. Like you have some deep, dark, mysterious past. In a way, sure, but it feels so childish in comparison to other people’s struggles. 

“A change of pace,” You decide to answer. “Gave up most of my possessions, took all of my savings out, and decided to risk it all. You probably think it’s silly, but it ended up working out.”

“I don’t think it’s silly at all,” Erwin’s thick brows descend into his lashes. “That’s quite brave. You must’ve been so scared.”

Brave. A word Levi had previously used in a very different context. How peculiar that Erwin’s use of it feels wrong, like he’s coddling you.

“Yeah well,” You bite your cheek. “Like I said, everything worked out for the best.”

“Please forgive me if this comes across condescending in any way,” He begins, a weight dreadfully pools in your chest. “But based on what I know, you seem far too, what’s the word? Motivated to be where you’re at.”

“What do you mean?” You force down a defensive tone.

“Working at Hange’s,” He clarifies. “It shocked me when I first met you that someone like you would find yourself in the service industry. You don’t strike me as the type to conform to a typical easy job.”

“It isn’t easy, first of all,” You respond, words clipped and politeness abandoned. “Second, I am completely grateful that I even have a job. I was weeks away from being homeless. Levi and Hange are owed every bit of thanks for that.”

“I apologize if I’m being offensive. I tend to be blunt,” Erwin says hesitantly. You see the words forming behind his eyes, the careful choice of vocabulary as he continues, “I like you. I like what you have to say. You intrigue me. I think you have a lot more to offer, and I am interested in that.”

“Wow, you are blunt,” You blink, shocked at his confession.

“I was serious when I said I’d like to see your work. I’d like to get to know you better. Both professionally and otherwise.”

Your mind reels. So Erwin was flirting with you earlier. A pulse of rejection sweeps in your throat, ready to clarify your romantic interest as zero percent. Sure, you thought the blonde to be attractive previously, but that was before a certain raven haired asshole stole your heart and offered you something so beautiful in return. The idea of being with another man disgusts you, simply put.

Before you can respond, shutting him down on the spot, he extends two fingers, a business card slotted between them.

“Call me if you’re interested,” His eyes flicker over you, distracted by something. “Or whenever he isn’t around.”

While you’re gaping at the audacity of his words, Erwin seizes the opportunity to push the paper into your hand. He bids you a quick farewell, disappearing moments later. 

Without an opportunity to process what just happened, fingers land on your shoulder. You jump, startled by the abrupt sensation, and crane your neck sharply to your right. Levi quickly removes his touch, expression stoic and hard.

“Where have you been?” You inquire, pressing a palm to your thrumming heart. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Around,” He stares blankly. “I’m ready to head out.”

“Oh, okay,” You say. “We should probably say goodbye to everyone then.”

“Yeah.”

Okay? You raise your eyebrows in question, but Levi is already en route to the nearest friend. With hugs and thanks to Hange and Moblit for hosting and a tender farewell to Petra, Levi leads you swiftly towards the front door. You make sure to pet Bean on the way out, tuckered out from all the attention the pup received from the party guests. Levi flags down a taxi, wordlessly opening the back door for you, and joins you from the opposite side.

The car ride home is spent in excruciating silence. The spiraling you traversed through earlier resumes, enhanced by Erwin’s offer. Did Levi hear all of that? Does he know that you’re not interested in Erwin or his professional opportunities? 

You think back to the night prior, how strikingly different the energy feels between the two of you. Levi held your hand as you walked home, whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you drifted off to sleep, cuddled up in his embrace. He sits so far from you now in the backseat of this taxi, practically crushing himself against the door. You wish to cross the distressed leather, to laugh and smile as he recounts his night, thread your fingers through his and place sickly sweet kisses to his cheek.

You gaze at him from the corner of your eye. Levi glares out the window, figures beyond the glass blurring past in dizzying haste. Lights pass his face in a flash, illuminating his emotionless expression. You almost want to cry, displeased that he would assume the worst from you. Clearly, Levi is upset. 

The thoughts take a darker turn, ones so deeply embedded in the rawest parts of your being. You disappointed him. You hurt him. He sees you in an entirely different light now. You are not a good person. This is all that you are good at, inflicting emotional pain and burden upon others.

Selfish. You are selfish. You do not deserve Levi or his affection.

You grip at the paper card in your pocket, bringing it discreetly into your lap. You rip it in half silently.

The ride is unbearable and tormentingly long. Despite this, as the cab slows in front of your building, you feel hesitant to exit. Levi all but dashes from his side, shoving a fistful of cash at the driver. Gulping nervously, you find the courage to join Levi in his departure. Taking long strides towards the lobby doors, your body begins to shake. Anxiously, you pause, drawing on pure adrenaline to guide you next.

“Hey,” You call out weakly, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Can we talk?”

Levi stops, fist wrapped around the metal handle of the door. “About what?”

“You’re acting off. What happened at Hange’s?”

He doesn’t turn to face you. “Nothing happened.”

“Levi,” You implore. “Don’t be like that. Talk to me.”

“If you want someone to talk to, there’s a card in your pocket with a phone number on it. Try calling it.”

And there it is, the crushing realization that you were right all along. He thinks you to be unfaithful, flighty, drawn to anyone who bestows even a fragment of their attention. 

“Levi, I love you,” Your resolve breaks, a shattering crackle to your words. “I am not interested in Erwin. I was shutting him down when you walked over. Both times.”

“Didn’t look like it,” Levi sounds so dejected, so defeated. 

“Why are you being so–”

“So what?” He flies, hurtling towards you so swiftly it throws you from the moment. “Jealous? Insecure?”

“Yes!” You shout. “I thought we were past misunderstanding each other! You should know I would never flirt with anyone other than you!”

“Do I?” His tone shifts to that of ugly condescension, bruising both your ego and your perception. “Do I really? You were practically drooling over him, talking about art. I saw it all over your face. You like him!”

“Be so fucking serious!” You’re nearing hysteria. “I hardly know the guy!”

“Like it matters. Erwin always gets what Erwin wants.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about, Levi?”

“C'est de la foutaise!” He throws his hands in the air.

(This is bullshit!)

“Can you just please just speak to me?” You plead. “This is insane.”

“I can never just be happy!” Levi’s eyes line with the hint of tears. “I can never keep anyone that I love! You are so perfect, so unabashedly you, and I am so fucking undeserving of that.”

“That is not true.”

“Mais ne voyez-vous pas? It is, mon précieux. These past few months have been perfect, far too perfect. Look at me, chérie, really fucking look at me,” He gestures wildly. “I have nothing. I have nothing to offer. I am not some art collector sitting on a fortune, ready to spend it on whoever catches my eye. I manage a fucking bar barely making ends meet, I own nothing of value. I can’t even look you in the eyes and ask you for commitment. I don’t know how to.”

(Can’t you see? – my precious – darling.)

“Why would I care about that?” You step closer, a small breath away from his face. “Levi, I don’t care! I’m not exactly in a great financial place either! I never was!”

“But you are so – alive,” Levi pauses, gazing so deeply into your eyes. “You are so brave, the bravest person I have ever known. You feel everything. You are so full of talent and adventure and lust for life. Until you, I had no passion for anything. Not even photography. I feel like I’m an echo chamber of everything that you are.”

“Stop diminishing yourself!” 

“I’m so fucking scared,” He says your name, a broken call. “I am so scared that you are going to see right through me someday. You are going to see everything that I am not. I have lost so much, and I refuse to watch you walk away.”

“Where is this coming from?” You ask exasperatedly. 

The reality of this situation dawns on you. Levi is having a panic attack. The swirling of his pupils, the accelerated intake of his breathing. 

“I’m sorry,” He heaves. “I tried so hard to be good enough for you, but I can’t. I don’t know how to hold on to the people I love.”

“Levi,” Your tone softens as you begin to understand. Your palms reach for his face, flushed and blotchy, caressing him gently, “I love you, and you are more than enough for me. I am not leaving you, not now or ever.”

“You’ll have all of me,” He says. “Every rotten part of me. And then you’ll move on to your next grand adventure once you get bored of me.”

“Hey,” You coo, heart wrenching. “That isn’t going to happen. Look at me. Levi, breathe, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears threaten to fall from his lashes, “Everything that I have ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

“I never took you as a poet.”

“Only if the situation calls for it.”

A weary smile breaks through your worried lips. “Is this really about me talking to Erwin?”

“No,” Levi admits, slowly regaining a sense of calm. “Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death.”

“I didn’t know,” Your thumbs work in circles on the edges of his jaw. “I’m sorry.”

“I should have told you.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t matter. I’m here now, I’m listening.”

He nods reluctantly, peering at you with such intensity it makes your brain rattle. “She died when I was young. Cancer. My uncle – Kenny – took guardianship over me after my mom passed. Threw me out at seventeen. Ever since, I haven’t had anyone stable in my life. Hange is the closest one to ever resemble some kind of security, but I take care of them and the bar. It isn’t the same, they rely on me most of the time.”

“I’m sorry,” You offer weakly. “I can’t even imagine the loss you’ve been through.”

“I don’t like the pity,” Levi shies away for a brief pause, embarrassed and disparaged. “I don’t even like thinking about it. It feels weak.”

“It isn’t, though,” You say. “Levi, you have been the only person taking care of yourself. If anything, you should be angry.”

“I am,” He cuts. “Because I alone have the control over who hurts me now, who can leave. And you—“

“Left something before,” You finish for him, a finality to your tone that surprises even you.

His face scrunches, as if hearing the words brings some kind of painful conclusion to his venting. “I don’t want to make you feel ashamed, but it’s what I worry about.”

“I don’t want to leave you though,” You insist. “You make me so happy Levi. Happier than I have ever felt before. I ran away from home because I was drowning. You have gifted me so much.”

“That’s not fair,” He hisses. “To you or to me. I can’t be responsible for your happiness, I can hardly manage my own. Clearly.”

“We are human,” You firmly state. “We both have our shit to deal with, to heal from. But I want to figure it out with you. I don’t want to run, I have no reason to. For the first time, I want to build a life, something permanent. I want that with you.

“I am so far from perfect,” You laugh without humor. “But I stopped being afraid when I started falling in love with you. I want to feel everything. I want to experience everything, the good and the bad. Levi, you have left an immeasurable impact on me. I have grown so much. I have changed.”

“You don’t need me for any of that,” Levi frowns. “You would still be doing all of that if you hadn’t met me.”

“But it’s because of you I spent the time looking inwards, to face all the bullshit I ran from. You make me a better person, just being in my life.”

He searches for something in your face, maybe a hint of doubt. “How are you so – sure?”

“I’m not. Not even in the slightest. I have no idea what the future holds, or who I will be tomorrow, next year, or in five. But,” Tears burn behind your irises. “I know I want you there.”

He takes a deep, stabilizing breath, “More than anything, I’m terrified to ever let you go.”

“Then don’t.”

“You make it all sound so simple,” Levi chuckles bitterly. “This is all so much easier when you’re the focus.”

“Hey, I can handle a few tears,” You repeat the words he’d murmured to you previously. He smiles begrudgingly as you continue, “Come on, let’s go inside. I’ll make you a cup of tea, and we’ll keep talking okay?”

Swiping the back of his hand along his eyes, Levi nods. He shakes his arms, ridding himself of the emotional weight of his vulnerability and fears. Loosened now, you reach for his hand, holding his palm securely. You stare at one another, so raw and earnest. 

You cannot deny the irony of it all. Levi, who has lost everyone. Withered and battered from abandonment and rejection, so adamantly convinced that somewhere within his being there lurks something so deeply flawed and unlovable. You, who has run away from everything you have ever known. Motivated by the belief that the only way to survive is to leave the damage and destruction behind. 

Faces flash in your mind’s eye. Your mother, who changed so dramatically for the worst over the course of your life that you hold only a handful of fondness for. Armin, who gave you the gifts of kindness and empathy. Without him, you do not believe you would find any sort of profoundness in your previous actions. Eren, who bestowed you with passion and regret, but also forced the hand of forgiveness of self. What tidal waves of feeling would you experience without his influence? Would they mimic shallow pools? 

Mikasa, the deepest and grandest friendship you have ever felt. You would have never dared to look at your own reflection, reflected on your decisions, dreamed of a future, without her. 

You are a collection of all the people that you have ever loved. The weight of the absence is palpable, but they are never truly gone from you. Through you, they still breathe the same air that you inhale now.

In some capacity, running away from home was a mistake. Maybe you could have faced your fears, conquered the hardships lingering in these connections that haunt you, made a life for yourself despite the insufferable circumstances. Perhaps you would’ve met Levi along the way. 

The universe has a funny way of ensuring you learn your lessons as viscerally as possible.

The likelihood of meeting Levi, knowing him in this intimate way, would have been slim. You connect with him in this reality in a very specific way. The bolter and the abandoned. Assuming you stayed, you most likely would have healed in a very different form. 

You think of resentment. The stifling cage of conformity. The lack of control over your life.

It doesn’t matter, you conclude. Exhuming the past is exhaustive and only leaves you hollowed with the lack of closure. It holds substance only as long as you allow it to.

You are no longer that person. Levi will understand this too.

You will spend every devoted second ensuring that Levi knows exactly how beloved he is. Not only is it what he deserves, it’s what you deserve.

Hurt people hurt people. You remember thinking of this phrase months prior, but with fierce determination, you intend to break that cursed cycle. 

Hurt people heal. Hurt people love. Hurt people are changed. 

The one who stayed and the chosen. You think that description fits better.

Levi clings to your side as you embark the ascension to your apartments. The silence is strikingly more comfortable than the one shared in the ride home. Reassuring touches usher forth from your fingertips, communicating what words do not. On your floor, Levi tugs you gently towards his dwelling. 

Once inside, you make yourself comfortable on his couch. Locking the door behind him and traversing beyond the threshold, he joins you. Placing his body close to yours, he maneuvers your legs to dangle over his lap. You smile fondly at the gesture, tracing patterns with your thumb on the ball of his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for how I yelled at you,” He starts, all traces of panic and insecurity vanishing from his expression. “My mom’s death anniversary isn’t an excuse for how I acted.”

“No, but it explains why you were feeling the way you were,” You reply. “Why seeing Erwin talking to me made you upset. I’m sorry that I would ever make you think I would ever entertain him.”

“It’s less you and more me,” He says. “I haven’t asked you to be exclusive with me. If you were interested in him, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry. It ultimately would’ve been my fault.”

“We aren’t teenagers, you know,” You joke lightly. “We can be exclusive without proclamation.”

He laughs, deep and graveled, “You’re right. But still.”

“What’s the deal with him anyways?”

“I just don’t like the guy. Never have, probably never will. Erwin is a stuck up rich boy.”

You shake your head, smiling, “Not my type, just so you know.”

“Mister big blue eyes and charming smile?” Levi arches a brow. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe that, but I’ll let that go for the sake of not rehashing my insecure breakdown.”

“Levi,” You say intently. “I don’t care about Erwin. I don’t care what he has to offer. I only want you.”

He gazes at you with such profound vulnerability as he says, “Do you promise?”

You nod, “I’ll spend every day proving that to you in whatever way I can. I love you, you idiot.”

Levi bites his lip, casting his focus to the floor. “I love you too.”

“So, we can start with this,” You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “Would you like to be exclusive?”

“I would like that very much.”

“I would too.”

“I am truly sorry,” He says. “For acting that way tonight. I should’ve just talked to you.”

“We’re talking now,” You respond. “I’m here to listen.”

Levi takes a deep breath and dives into a valiant display of vulnerability. Clutching tightly to your hand, he recounts his childhood. How loving and wondrous his mother was, how he never really had a father figure in his life. How hard it was when she passed, how guilty he felt for being so young and useless. How his uncle neglected him, left him to fend for himself. How photography made the world a bit better.

He met Hange in his early twenties, becoming fast friends. He felt responsibility for the brunette, following them throughout their adult lives. He still feels responsibility. He has never been able to shake this feeling that everyone depends on him to have his shit together. Levi struggles with close connections because of this.

Levi speaks and vents until he is practically asleep. Still, he reflects, he talks. It is open, raw, and honest.

You listen to every word without interruption. Even when you leave the comfortability of the couch and travel to Levi’s bedroom, he continues to explain why he is the way he is. He has never known peace. He pretends he is confident, that he has his shit together. In truth, he doesn’t.

Laying side by side, you caress his cheek as his muttering loses any trace of resentment. He speaks earnestly, “I don’t want to end up alone.”

“I’m here now, Levi,” You say softly. “You’re not alone.”

“Good,” He smiles, eyelids drooping. “Neither are you.”

You reach for him, tugging his body to the heat of yours. Embracing him fully, you cart your fingers through his raven locks. You place a kiss on his forehead, making whispered promises of devotion. 

You have both been through so much. You are deserving of love, of each other. With a fierce sense of understanding and commitment, you swear to uphold this way of thinking throughout the duration of your relationship.

Which, you hope lasts forever. 

-

Waking with Levi tucked securely to your chest, the sun a vivid fixture in the fragmented rays extending beyond the curtains, you lay with half lidded eyes recounting the night and its confessions. Remembering your poisoned thoughts, you allow them to mull over in your mind’s eye. How wrong they feel now, thinking that you were undeserving of love. It speaks against all that you have learned and blossomed into. For months now, you have fought with every ounce of mental strength to become a better version of yourself. You feel disappointed in yourself. How could you ever regress back to those weaponized, loathing ways of being? 

Levi, who still sleeps soundly, became victim to his own demons. Your heart aches for him, for all the loss and devastation that has plagued his life. You hope you can provide stability for him. You’ll do everything within your power to ensure that.

A gentle knock at his front door stirs the ravenette. You blink wearily, mildly disappointed you could not continue your mental musings. Introspection is a vital tool for you these days to process your life. 

“Expecting someone?” You ask, voice still poignant with sleep. 

Levi groans, rubbing a palm over his face, “Not until later.”

“Who is it?” You watch as he forces himself up, throwing his comforter to the side. He throws on a sweater, big and comfortable. 

“Just my cousin,” He says. “She’s visiting for a bit, but I didn’t think that she would get in this early.”

“Cousin?” You smile, excitement budding your chest. “You didn’t think you had any other family, from what we talked about.”

“She lives in the States,” Levi explains, continuing to dress himself. “Graduated college recently. You’ll probably like her.”

Without further conversation, he exits the room hastily to not leave the family member waiting. You cannot contain the happiness that floods your veins. You have met all of Levi’s friends, have made them your own as well, and now – an opportunity to prove a permanent fixture in his life presents itself.

Meeting family. It’s a big deal.

You hear the murmuring of voices echo throughout Levi’s apartment as you rush to dress yourself. Glancing in a mirror hanging on the wall of the bedroom, you rake your fingers through your hair to tame the bumps acquired overnight. Deeming yourself presentable enough, you take a deep breath. 

Taking calculated steps, you mentally prepare for introductions. You hope you’re likable. You hope you like her, this cousin. Already the two of you share so much in common, coming from another part of the world. You wonder if she’ll share any resemblance to Levi – the dark raven hair, the sparkling eyes. 

You see Levi first as you enter the living room. He turns his head, a warm smile lighting up his features.

He calls out your name, “This is my girlfriend. This is my cousin–”

“Hi!” You interrupt, mimicking Levi’s bright grin. “It’s so nice to meet you–”

Levi steps to the side, allowing a clear view of his family member.

Your heart sinks to the floor.

Mikasa stands in the threshold. A timid smile on her face descends into an open mouth gape. Shock paints both your expressions. 

She says your name hesitantly. The world falls down around you.

LACHERI © 2021-2025: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[zomboycity]

redraw of piece from may 📦

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

I love the moral ambiguity of Attack on Titan. Just like in reality, the world isn’t simply divisible into black and white, good or evil. Two things which should be mutually exclusive can be true at once. It’s reflected in the characters, too: Reiner’s entire being cracked upon realizing this, unable to fully process this impossible truth. In a world in which the supposed hero ends up doing unspeakable things to save the people he cares about, who should we even root for? Eren and Reiner are two sides of the same coin. We could have just as well started out the story from Reiner’s point of view. In the end, it’s just a matter of perspective, a flip of the coin. Both of them started out believing that what they did was right and just, morally sound. Both of them found out the truth and continued anyway, fully knowing what they were doing. Both ended up broken by it, but in different ways, victims of the complex impossibility of this world, at once beautiful and cruel. A mirror image of our own.

[serexvu]

hange zoe from attack on titan

[lovereadandwrite]

Armin Arlert 15th Commander of the Survey Corps🫡

[bibibbon]

I love it when characters have butterfly imagery going on

Bonus points if the characters have a theme of time or time travel going on!

[satorella]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰🔞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐟𝐰🫧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒖🪐)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 🪷

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 & 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕! 📋 #𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂’𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝑨𝒐𝟑 | 𝑰𝑮 | 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈: @𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓 | 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅: “𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒌”

📣 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔, 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, & 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔:

06/23/25 - No new posts from me for a while! Just been trying to keep my kid entertained since school is out😅🙃

© 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[clfixationstation]

I think this may be an unpopular opinion, but Mikasa kissing Eren's severed head is actually probably my favorite aspect of eremika. Something about the simplicity of Mikasa's unfettered love contrasted against the visceral gore of Eren's corpse

Just perfectly encapsulates their relationship and the theme of cruelty and beauty that Mikasa embodies

Cruel world, and her beautiful love, inseparable

[yurmomsawh0r]

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝟑

•.*•.*• 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞), 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞), 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭)

•.*•.*• 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧���𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝟐 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭!

Eren caressed your thighs gently, while cradling his daughter to his side. All three of you were cuddle in the gigantic bed that you both shared. You felt complete. Like a piece had finally been filled. Well almost. There was still things that needed to be discussed between you and Eren. Things that you knew you didn’t want to bring up but it had to be done.

You started to drift off, but woke up once you felt Eren shifting to get up. Carrying Aaliyah in his arms, he snuck out of the room, probably to go put her in her own bed for the night.

When he came back, he went to his bedside drawer, no doubt going to pull out a backwood he already had rolled and ready to smoke.

You were right. Eren had pulled out a fat backwood and sparked it right there without a care in the world. You laughed, “Seems like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Eren only glanced back at you before going back to hitting the wood. Looking down at your fiddling hands, a sigh left you. Oh boy, here we go.

You knew what that look meant. A look of frustration and disappointment.

“𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲/𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” He spoke softly but demanding. “𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. . .“

You slid off the bed and came around to where he sat across from you. You had on nothing by his plain white tee and a pair of panties. He looked you over, his eyes trailing from your head down to your feet, but he never spoke a work to you. Only hitting the blunt and waiting for you to answer him.

With a deep sigh, you started.

“You changed Eren.” Was all you said.

“𝐆𝐨 𝐨𝐧.” He pushed, only making you all the more uncomfortable. He must have seen the look of discomfort on you, so he passed the wood, better yet, he placed the wood at your lips to take a drag. Allowing you to inhale the smoke before he removed it from your lips.

You felt yourself relax a bit but that still didn’t necessarily help with the nerves.

“As I said. You changed. You’ve always been a sweet guy that anyone could trust and depend on, but something changed when you started to deal heavier product.”

“I could always sense the danger around you. Your eyes barely glowed liked they used to. You were drifting far away. From yourself and from me. It scared me.”

“𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?“

Your face scrunched up at his attitude. It was like he wasn’t listening to you on a serious note. “So Eren, I made the fucking decision to leave once I got pregnant.”

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫! 𝐓𝐡-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞! -“ He bounced up visibly shaking and upset.

“- 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞!” Eren was now face to face with you yelling. You turned your face away from him unsure of what to say.

You were trying not to cry in front of him but the tears filled your water line. Of course you didn’t think it was fair and you probably would have never said anything until you found the courage, but that wasn’t going to change anything now.

Eren scoffed. Tossing the blunt in the ashtray, he grabbed his black jacket and threw it on. You still weren’t looking at him as your tears fell, but you glanced at him when you heard him load a clip in his pistol.

“𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” You heard him mutter. You turned to face him and say something but he had already slammed the bedroom door shut, leaving you alone.

-

Eren held the bloody shirt of the man he was holding as he repeatedly punched him in the face. Blood splattered all over him the more he hit him. He was barely unrecognizable. Eyes swollen shut and nose bent and broken.

His friend stood off to the side typing away on his phone for a second before he felt bored and ready to go home to his girl.

“Aye, come’on man. Let’s finish this shit and get the fuck up out of here.” His close friend and partner, Ony, spoke through all the chaos.

It was like Eren wasn’t there. His eyes no longer holding that gleam. Like he was drifting elsewhere.

Once Eren felt like he was done, he stood back and pulled out his gun, emptying the clip in the man’s body until all you could hear was the constant clicking of his empty pistol.

“Clean this shit up.” Ony told the clean up crew before he grabbed Eren and walked off.

“And you need to clean the fuck up too. Getting my car all dirty man.” He grumbled.

Eren hopped in the car and they drove off to a spot they shared when they needed to get away.

After Ony had dropped him off, he went and cleaned himself off and took a long and much needed shower.

He had alot on his mind, and most of it had to do with you. It made his blood boil even more at how selfish you could be.

He didn’t want to hear or understand your reasoning. All he knew was how he felt only. He wanted to believe he hadn’t changed, and deep down he knew he did, he just didn’t want you to be right.

Growling, Eren, changed his clothes before heading to his car and speeding home.

-

It was going on two in the morning and Eren still wasn’t back yet. You had been pacing back and forth, preparing yourself for the conversation you wanted to have with him.

The bedroom door opened and shut scaring you away from your thoughts. Eren strut into the dim room, going straight for the blunt he aggressively put out before he stormed off to God knows where.

“Eren you’re -“ Your words slowed to a stop once he looked at you. He looked empty and emotionless. Deadly to be exact.

You watched him for a moment. Contemplating on if now was the time to even say something. He seemed off and you weren’t sure if you would trigger him.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘/𝐧? 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲.” He spoke after hitting his wood.

“I don’t think right now is the right time ‘ren” you mumbled but you were sure he heard you.

“𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭.” He responded again. Now he seemed like he was annoyed with the back and forth. You took a deep breath. Squaring out your shoulders, and saying exactly what you’ve been thinking these past couple of hours.

“I don’t think we should be together.”

Silence ensued for a moment. Wrens face dropping to a blank one. You watched him work his way around the bed as he began taking off his clothes one by one until his was in nothing but his boxers.

“Eren?” You asked him amongst the silence.

As he was smoked, he started to laugh a little.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲/𝐧.”

“It’s not me running away. It’s just what I think is best. We would still be a family, we just wouldn’t be together.” You spoke softly trying not to upset your ill tempered boyfriend.

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨.”

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you Eren.” This time your voice was more stern. More fierce.

This only made Eren chuckle.

“𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐘/𝐧, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝?” He asked. “Come here mama.”

You stood in place for a moment, but jumped in place once he said it again more aggressively. Slowly you made your way to his side of the bed standing a few feet away until he reached out and grabbed you. Pulling down to straddle him.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐇𝐦𝐦?” You don’t answer, you just wait for him to continue his game. “𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬.”

This made your eyes widen in shock. How could he possibly have known about that? That was something you were dealing with in silence and you weren’t even sure you were going to keep this one.

“How do-“

“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨����.” He says as his puts his blunt out.

“That’s shouldn’t include my personal matters.”

This seemed to trigger him. Eren snatched up your face is his big rough hand.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐇𝐮𝐡?” He was squeezing so tightly, tears started to prick the comers of your eyes. “N-no - Ow! Eren that hurts!”

“𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚- “ Eren brings your face so close to his that your lips a barely touching. “- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

When you don’t answer, he squeezes a little harder making your yelp.

“𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?” You nod, telling him you understand. Once Eren is satisfied, he tosses you on your side of the bed before getting on top of you.

He begins to peppers kisses all over your neck. Licking and sucking the places he knew your be putty in his hands.

His hands roaming down your legs as his mouth left various odd shaped hickies. Once his mouth landed on yours, he started with slow kisses, trying to pull you into the mood. A game of lust and he was winning.

Despite how you felt, you loved Eren. Even more so he knew how to get your riled up and ready for him. You slowly began to kiss him back as tears fell from the corners of your eyes. Even little whines left from you as you started crying.

Eren ignored your cries, continuing to kiss and suck on your skin. He slides off his boxers, his dick erect and ready to pound into your sopping cunt.

He grips the back of your knees, pushing your legs back until they were pressed tightly against you. He slid your panties to the side, his finger stroking your opening to gather your wetness.

“Eren wa-“

“𝐒𝐡𝐡.”

In one feel swoop he began pushing his length inside of you. It was a tight fit since you weren’t all the way ready yet.

He began thrusting softly to get you lubricated as much as he could before he began pounding into you with a vigorous need.

Each stroke of his cock, brushed the entrance of your cervix which had you trying to run away but he held you in place making you taking the beating he was giving.

“𝐍𝐮𝐡 𝐮𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!” He groaned thrusting harder.

You placed your hands on his abs trying to push him off a little to ease the painful fullness of him but that barely worked.

“Hnnng! Ffuck ‘ren I can’t!!” You cried out. This only egged your deranged boyfriend even more. To him this was your punishment. He wanted you to feel him everywhere. “PLEASE BABY! I can’t!!”

You tried again. The forcefulness of your orgasm was building up and you felt like you’d break any moment.

“𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐲/𝐧!”

Your pussy was convulsing around him. Sucking him in deeper making him moan in your ear. You loved when he did. You loved knowing you could make him feel just as good as he made you.

He took pleasure in your cries and the way you gripped him as he forced your orgasm from you.

“Fuckkk Erreenn!”

All your juices flew out onto his dick and your shared bedsheets. You felt like you were on cloud 9. Your head spinning as you were lost in pleasure. “𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!”

His thrust started to get sloppier and harder. Chasing his orgasm. Eren was too far gone. He leaned over you thrusting deeper and harder into you. Your please for him to slow down go unheard.

The scratched you left on his back only brought more pleasure to him. He reveled in it. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and both of your animalistic moans.

With one final dig, he paused. His seed shooting into your already occupied womb. Erens’ face was directly above yours. Both of you breathing heavy.

Sweat dripped from his head as he hovered. “Ere-“

“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭. . .”

You whimpered at how distant he was acting. He still clearly hadn’t calmed down as much as you had. You tried to place a kiss on his lips, but he turned his face, quickly getting off of you, leaving your wincing as he did.

You watched as he threw on his clothes and headed straight for the door. Not even bothering to look back at you or give you any type of reassurance.

Once you heard the door slam shut, you cradled yourself, letting all the tears and emotions slip from you so effortlessly.

Wondering will both of you ever be the same.

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭!

Part 4 here

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[lizzybeeee]

I love the Descent DLC for a lot of reasons, but one of the most memorable parts for me was how they recontextualized the dwarven belief that you would 'fall into the sky!' with the reveal of the Titans.

Thousands upon thousands of years resulted in the phrase losing it’s true meaning, recontextualised to instead refer to the surface of Thedas because they lost the knowledge of what it was talking about. Yet this phrase still endured throughout the ages.

You meet plenty of dwarves in Dragon Age who talk about the importance of reclaiming what they lost -> the Aeducan origin story begins with an expedition to an old thaig, Brosca suffers the caste system that venerates the importance of past ancestors actions, we see characters like Branka commit/allow horrific acts in the pursuit of this...

Even Bartrand, who spent the majority of his life on the surface, felt that pull. Varric has a story about breaking a plate that was brought to the surface with them and how, to Bartrand, that plate was the entire city of Orzammar. So many dwarven characters are reaching for something lost to them...

You walk into the titan (though you don't know this at the time) and you're met with an entire world in there. There's light, fauna, flora, architecture, clouds -> you are in the clouds -> you are in the sky!

The dwarves had an entirely different way of life! How does this all work? Who knows! What is in the booty of a Titan???

And the entire time they've had one small link to the far distant past through the belief that they would ‘fall into the sky’! Which is deeply ironic and tragic in that something so tied to their way of life, under the surface, became synonymous with the surface.

I still remember how excited/awed I was when I realized what that phrase was referring to! You heard it all the time in DAO – even Varric joked about how Bartrand believed it in DA2.

A phrase that was a joke to those on the surface was revealed to be a flicker of memory of what once was. Amazing!

Maybe it was once a small, chiding reminder for dwarven children when walking around in a titan. Maybe it was a joke for the guards/defenders of the titan like the Sha-Brytol? Maybe a dwarf wandered down so far below that they saw all this - making their way back to Orzammar with their account becoming legend. Who knows! But I love it so much <3

[ereami0]

I felt compelled to change SOMETHING about me every so often, i used to have to change my phone theme monthly... 😭

But wow I'm so proud.

[m-jelly]

NSFW where Levi is absolutely obsessed by having his neck and/or face squeezed by reader’s thighs

What sweet pleasure it was to be clenched tightly betwixt your thighs. Such endless joy it was when you clenched a little either from intense concentration when playing a game, or blissful euphoria due to Levi's tongue. So plump, so warm, so thick, so kissable and so biteable.

He was needy for you, for your thighs and for your attention. A gentle caress on your thigh followed by an intentional squeeze would hint to you, his need. It wasn't always sexual. He was happy to sit on the floor with your legs wrapped around his neck as you read a book or played a game. When you focused or reached an exciting moment, you would squeeze ever so tightly. Levi's cute chubby cheeks would squish from your hold. A smile was always on his face.

When you worried about Levi, it made his heart flutter. Sometimes you thought you clenched his head too tightly and were on the verge of strangling him. You would ask him so sweetly with the most adorable look in your eyes to see if it was too tight.

You'd whine a little. "Sorry Levi, I crushed you too tightly."

"Don't be sorry, my darling. Squeeze me tighter. I fucking love it."

You'd clench tightly again and start playing with his soft hair. Being tenderly clenched was everything to him. If you rubbed your legs together against his head, it sent him into eternal bliss. Each time he was like this between your thighs, he would gently kiss your thigh.

Kissing your thighs was another wonderful thing he loved to do. He'd gently massage your thighs as he kissed and nipped them. He needs you to know just how beautiful you are, just how in love he is and just how incredible you are inside and out.

Eating you out was one of his favourite things to do. You tasted divine. Your moans were adorable and sexy. He would spend hours between your legs covering his tongue and lips in your sweet delicious honey. It didn't matter that he'd keep going until his jaw ached, he'd just keep improving the muscles there.

As he devoured the delicious meal that was you, he felt himself melting as you clenched him hard. His hands would be lovingly wrapped around your thighs. If you parted your legs just a little he would push them closer and tighter around his head and neck.

He'd make you come undone over and over. Each time you did and arched your back off the bed you would tug him even closer. When you were tired after multiple pops of pleasure, he would shower your thighs in kisses and bites.

To be between your thighs was heaven for him. He loved your thighs so much that having you wrap them around his waist and yank him roughly against you so he got deeper, just made him go wild. But that was a whole different story.

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