#commander armin arlert

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Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ← 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Armin?" 

A call of his name brought his attention from the book to the caller. "Oh, you're awake," he smiled brightly. 

"Wh-What happened-" Her words were cut off by a series of coughs that escaped her throat. 

Erika's head was buzzing loudly, her eyes troubled by the brightness from the window as if she wasn't adjusted to it. She tried to sit up, realizing her lying position but her body felt sore, causing her to let out a slight groan. 

"You were kinda caught in the crossfire during the Raid on Stohess," he explained, looking down with guilt. "You got hurt in the process." 

"Oh," she uttered. 

Again, she tried to sit upwards but was pulled back down by her weak body. 

"You shouldn't move, Erika," Armin quickly went by her side to assist her as she returned to her previous position. 

Slowly, the memories of the attack returned to Erika's mind. She glanced her head to the side of her body, specifically her arm. The long scar across her arm appeared visible to her eyes. It was the effect of Annie's attempt to dispose of her but she was pushed away. Erika let out a loud sigh, using her left finger to trace her scar. 

"It hurts," she whispered, barely caught by Armin. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbled lowly, eyes gazing at the ground apologetically. 

"Why?" 

"I wasn't there to protect you," he breathed out, fists forming by his sides as he fought his urges to cry. 

To his surprise, Erika let out a slight chuckle. "It's not your job to protect me, Armin," she smiled. "Thank you for saving me-"

"Oh, you're up!" Suddenly a familiar voice entered the room. 

Armin and Erika brought their heads to the direction of the door, vision met by Jean and some of their friends who had a bouquet of flowers in their arms. 

"Just did," Erika weakly let out, her lips tingling in a smile. 

"These are for you," Jean gestured to the flowers, placing them nearby. "How are you?" 

"Tired," she giggled slightly. "Thank you so much, guys."

The day passed by easily as it started. Erika was still stuck on bedrest despite her objections. Matters turned worse when the doctor informed her that she was not to join any upcoming battles for quite some time until her hand properly heals due to the internal damage. When the girl displayed further objection, Hange only laughed at her side. 

"Don't worry Erika. You have some company," they giggled, gently nudging Erika's side. Upon seeing the young girl's puzzled look, Hange added, "Levi's injured, too. There's not much he can do for now." 

Erika's cheeks flushed, blood rushing to her complexion. "I don't know what you mean," she mumbled silently. 

"Sure," the older soldier giggled.

Erwin and Hange soon left the room, having an important meeting with the higher-ups. Erika's gaze from the door shifted to the boy who sat by her side. It was safe to say that surprise overtook her when she saw the look on Armin's usually calm face. He looked somewhat... Annoyed...

He himself wasn't aware of what the girl was viewing. He was too busy trying to sort out his thoughts as well as his feelings. Specifically, that nauseating gut feeling inside of him. It was foreign, absolutely alien. 

This feeling resurfaced at the moment as he saw the blushed look on Erika's complexion at the mention of Captain Levi. He didn't understand why. But he didn't seem to like it, it seems... 

It wasn't the first time he's felt this way. Despite that, he was still unsure what this emotion was. He wished he could get rid of it though that was impossible without understanding. This icky feeling made him feel slightly angry, reluctant to keep his usual personality alive. His train of thought was broken when he heard Erika call him. 

Lacking control over his own body, Armin felt himself stand up, his right fist hitting the girl's bedsheet. "What's going on with you and Captain Levi?" Erika's eyes widened, her body filled with shock at the sudden outburst. It was so uncharacteristically Armin. Hearing the harsh tone lacing his words, Armin's lips let out a slight gasp, surprised by himself. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know what came over me," he apologized, repeating his words until the girl tried to calm him down. 

"It's fine, Min. You don't have to apologize," she assured sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Erika," he let out a deep sigh. "I think I should go," he muttered, collecting his things before leaving the room, his actions were haste, leaving Erika no opportunity to stop him. 

Erika was left in her bed, dumbfounded at the interaction that just occurred. She let out a sharp exhale, letting herself relax against her bed. She was baffled, to say the least. 

Her mind was filled with questions, wondering exactly what would drive Armin to question such an odd thing. Not to mention, the unusual tone he used. 

Armin had always been a sweet boy, his words gentle, his tone soft... It was something Erika deeply adored. Her feelings hadn't shifted or anything, she was just curious... What did he mean?  

Erika's gaze moved to the window, the bright light from the evening sky had faded into darkness, an indication of the night taking over. How long had she been lying down, overwhelmed by her thoughts? How long had it been since Armin's sudden outburst? 

She didn't know. 

In truth, she hadn't realized the time passing by. But she knew it was longer than it should have been. The day was still aging when it happened yet now, the sky shone a different color. Suddenly, the door of her room swung open, causing the girl's heart to leap a beat. Maybe she was expecting the very boy who clouded her senses but instead, it was Jean who entered the room with a tray of food. 

She greeted him with a smile to mask her actual disappointment, earning the same expression from the boy. He walked over to place the tray of food nearby before taking a seat on the chair next to her bed. 

She started eating her food, feeling the hunger at the slight taste of the meal. In the meantime, Jean walked around the room to ensure it was in a good condition for his friend. Once she was finished, Jean brought the tray to the table before retaking his seat beside her. 

"Oh, by the way, where's Armin?" He asked, leaning back against the chair. 

"Huh? I don't know? He left earlier today," she shrugged, carefully sipping on her drink. 

"He hasn't been back since?" He questioned, earning a denial from the girl which caused his brows to knit together. "That's weird," he mumbled. 

"Why?" 

"Huh? You seriously don't know?" He asked, once more earning a denial from the girl. "When you were still unconscious, he was here the whole time," Jean explained. "He wouldn't leave your side at all. He would literally sleep sitting up across the room than have to leave. We tried to make him leave but he refused." 

Erika's heart fluttered wildly, touched by the words she was hearing. "Really?" Her demeanor softened. 

"Yeah," he nodded. "It's weird how you didn't know that." 

"Uh, maybe because I was unconscious?" 

"That's a good point," he clicked his tongue, nodding slightly. 

"I'm kinda worried about him now," she mumbled, but her words were clear enough for Jean to hear. 

"Why?" 

"Well, something weird happened before he left," she pursed her lips, the corners tugging downwards in a slight frown. 

"What happened?"

"Well, the doctor came in to tell me that I'm on bedrest and all. And he said I shouldn't be involving myself in anything for the time being because my internal damage takes longer to heal. Obviously, I wasn't a fan of that. And Hange said something about me not being alone because Captain Levi is injured, too. And after Hange and Erwin left, Armin was kinda annoyed? He looked annoyed, kinda angry or something, I don't know but it's not how he usually looks like. And he suddenly got up and like asked me what was going on with me and the Captain. And his tone was upset, too," she explained. "But I don't really get his question, though." 

"You're kidding, right?" Jean scoffed. 

"Huh? What are you talking about?" 

His eyes turned to her, seeing the seriousness behind her orbs. "Erika, are you dumb?" 

"The fuck?" She let out an offended gasp. "You shouldn't be saying that to someone who's healing from an injury," she rolled her eyes. 

"No seriously, are you dumb?" He frowned at her. 

"What is your problem?" She rolled her eyes once more. "I'm genuinely asking." 

"Erika, we all know how you have a crush on the Captain," he spat out plainly. 

"Wh-What?! No, I don't!" She defended, pulling her gaze away as her cheeks were flooded with a wine-colored hue. "Why would you even think that?" 

"Because we're not all as stupid as you?" He sarcastically replied. 

Erika's lips parted to let out a retort but her words dissipated at the tip of her tongue, quite literally proving Jean's point. "Fine, even if it's true, why would Armin get angry about that?" 

Hearing her words, Jean's eyes widened as his lips parted even further in shock. "Are you serious right now?" 

"What?" She harmlessly asked. 

"Oh my God, I thought you were supposed to be a genius or something," he sassed. "You figured out all that shit about Eren and Annie but you can't figure this out? Oh my God," he breathily chuckled, lacking any humor behind it. 

"What are you talking about, Jean?" 

"You know what? I'm not even gonna- Nope- Goodbye!" He raised his hands in defeat, pushing himself off the chair to walk away, making sure to bring her an empty tray of food on his way out. 

"Oi, Jean!! Come back!!" 

[i-am-pixxie]

Finally finished my Erwin glass painting. It's like my second attempt, so not great but ah well. I started it during last summer holidays 😭 finally finished this summer holiday 😭😭 (I didn't have time, K?!)

[daemontargaryenwhore]

[levi501ackerman]

social media x Levi head cannon

Levi would not have social media

Or

Levi made an insta account only because you have one. His account is private

He has 4 followers: you, Erwin, Hange and because he liked the kid, Armin. (Eren has been pestering Armin wondering why Levi lets Armin follow him and not himself.)

He has no profile picture, no bio, but because insta keeps telling him to make his 1st post he does it to stop getting the notifications.

All he does is post a screenshot of one of your pics from your insta. Its poorly cropped so anyone who could look at it can tell he just screenshotted one of your insta pics. There’s no caption.

He follows less than 15 accounts including you, Erwin, Hange and Armin. Some are cleaning ASMR accounts or organization ASMR and maybe a cat account.

He doesn’t like or comment on any posts.

One day Hange posts and Levi is barely in one of the slides, but he’s still tagged.

His notifications get blown up with over 20 follow requests.

Eventually he goes through them. He lets Sasha follow him only because she’s your best friend. He hesitates to follow her back, he does only because of you.

Sasha brags about it to Jean, Eren and Connie

Moblit is the only person Levi reached out to first. He follows him and later Moblit requests.

As time goes Levi’s insta is just photos of you, he’s not even in it.

The captions are just “one year with my girlfriend.”

“christmas with my girlfriend”

“two years”

“three years”

he wouldn’t post about the engagement

“four years”

He posts one professional photo of you and him from the wedding

Levi finally lets Eren follow him. He doesn’t follow back

masterlist

[wingedwhitelioness]

The phoenix has risen from its ashes 🔥🔥🔥

New AOT Official Art

[ellazenin]

ima still watch it again & again tho😀

[lady-purpleblue]

New Shingeki no Kyojin Illustration

Chibi version

[snowydandruff]

"I'm tough" I whisper.

He nods, "I know you are."

"I can take care of myself."

"You have," he says "You still do. You always will. I've just joined in too. Now we take care of each other."

[imbunnysan]

[mononijikayu]

choice — erwin smith.

‘If I were on the verge of death this mission… Y/N, let me face it and rest.’ She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin with a gentleness that belied the harsh reality of their world. She had taken his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, holding onto him, holding onto the promise she had made. ‘Promise me.’

GENRE: alternate universe - canon divergence;

WARNING/S: manga spoilers chapter 84 (midnight sun), angst, romance, hurt/comfort, canon character death, crying, hurt, sadness, remembering memories, grief, fighting, canon related violence, depiction of implied romantic relationship, depictions of character death, depiction of grief, depiction of canon related violence, depiction of canon character death, depiction of hurt, depiction of blood and injuries mention of memories, mention of relationship, mention of blood and injuries, commander erwin!, scout! reader;

WORD COUNT: 4.6k words

NOTE: i found my erwin fics and decided to rewrite them for publication, so i hope you enjoy them. its a really good one, i think. and it's a rare call back to my time with aot!!! please look forward to me branching out to other stories again. i'll publish something jjk tomorrow too!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

EVERYTHING WAS A BLUR. Levi's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the serum, his fingers curled tightly around the vial, knuckles white from the strain. The tension was palpable in the air, an invisible force pressing down on everyone in the room.

Hanji, their expression torn between determination and desperation, struggled to restrain Mikasa, whose eyes were blazing with fury and anguish. Mikasa strained against her hold, her voice a mix of pleading and anger, begging Levi to make a different choice. Her cries cut through the stillness like shards of glass.

Floch, across the room, had Eren pinned against the wall, his hands gripping Eren's shoulders tightly as if afraid he might bolt or collapse. Eren's gaze was distant, hollow, his body slack against Floch's grip, but his eyes bore the weight of countless decisions, each heavier than the last. His expression was unreadable, lost in a place between determination and resignation.

She stood there, apart from it all, her heart heavy as she watched the scene unfold before her like a cruel play, its lines and actions repeating over and over. The echoes of past decisions, of choices that had led them here, resounded in her mind. She had seen this before — not just once, but a thousand times, in a thousand different ways, and each time it felt like another piece of her soul was being chipped away.

A thousand times of sorrow, a thousand times of pain, of grief that seemed endless.

She wondered if perhaps that was all she 

To her left, she saw Bertoldt, the traitor, sprawled on the ground, unconscious. His face was contorted in agony even in his unconscious state, his body broken and torn apart. The lower half of his legs were missing, replaced by grotesque, steaming stumps where flesh met air.

Steam hissed from the wounds, curling upward in thin, wavering wisps, dissipating into the cold air. His betrayal had come at a cost, and now his once formidable Titan form seemed pitiful, a broken shell of what it had been.

A few feet away lay Armin Arlert, the boy — no, the young cadet — who had been burnt alive by flames so fierce they seemed to have etched themselves onto his very bones. His skin was charred, blackened, and blistered, his small frame twisted and fragile, like a crumpled piece of paper.

His bright eyes were closed, his breathing so faint it was almost undetectable, and yet there was a strange calm about him, a finality in his stillness. She felt the echo of his screams in her ears, a phantom pain that gnawed at her insides. The fire had claimed him, scorching through his entire being, leaving behind only a husk of who he once was.

And then… there was him.

Erwin Smith stood beside her, tall and unwavering, his presence like an anchor amidst the chaos. His face was set in that familiar, resolute expression, eyes sharp and determined.

But beneath the surface, she saw the toll this day had taken on him — the weight of all the lives he had led, the burdens of countless decisions, each one chipping away at the man who had carried them all.

The dirt and blood on his skin were like war paint, symbols of a struggle that was not yet over. His breath was steady, but his gaze betrayed the weariness of a man who had pushed beyond his limits.

When it came to injury and blood, you were used to it. When you lay together, the smell too was heavy. And yet, it was all different now. Now that no breath echoed through him. No longer housing a soul, this husk of a shell.

His hand hovered near hers, so close that she could almost feel the tremor in his fingers, the slight hesitation that spoke volumes. He was right there, standing beside her, as he had so many times before. In his presence, she felt the push and pull of conflicting emotions — admiration and anger, faith and doubt.

He was a symbol of everything she had fought for and everything she had lost. She didn’t need to look up to know his expression; she knew it too well, had memorized every line of his face, every flicker in his eyes.

The scene before her was an unending cycle of torment and choice. Her eyes moved between the bodies, the broken figures of the living and the dying. Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin. Each name weighed heavy in her mind, each a testament to the violence and agony that had become their existence.

How many times had she witnessed this? How many times had she stood at this precipice, feeling as if the world was about to shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces?

Erwin’s presence beside her grounded her in that moment of harrowing clarity. For all the sorrow and pain she had known, he had been a constant — a reminder that even in the face of utter hopelessness, someone had to keep moving forward.

"We're giving the serum to Erwin, that is that!" Levi's voice rang out with a ferocity that left no room for argument, cutting through the chaos like a blade. The finality in his tone was unmistakable, a command that brooked no defiance.

Yet, even as he spoke, the young Jaeger cadet, Eren, continued to cry and scream, his voice raw and desperate, pleading with Levi to save his friend. His words were a frantic chorus, a manifestation of the anguish in his heart, but they fell on deaf ears. The redhead, Hange, quickly pulled Eren back, her face a mask of determination mingled with grief.

"Everyone away from here! In this place, we're going to revive Erwin," Levi barked again, trying to maintain his focus, trying to shield his resolve from the relentless tide of emotion that threatened to engulf him.

But then, there was Mikasa Ackerman. The girl with the dark eyes and the fierceness of a storm. She moved with a fluid grace, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to release. She lunged forward, her face contorted in a mixture of anger and heartbreak, her hands reaching out as if to claw back what was slipping away.

For a long time, she had seemed like a machine, all cold steel and sharp edges, but now… now she was anything but emotionless. There was something burning in her eyes — a ferocity that came from the depths of her soul, from a place of profound love and an equally profound loss. She felt as deeply as any of them. Perhaps even deeper. Deeper than Levi, deeper than Hange, perhaps deeper than anyone she had ever known.

And then, everyone left. One by one, the cries and shouts faded into the distance. The decision was made. The line was drawn. The living had been pulled away, leaving only the dying and the few who dared to remain.

But she stayed.

She could not move, could not bring herself to step back into the shadows and let it all fade away. She remained, rooted to the spot, as if by some unseen force, watching as Levi, with deliberate steps, approached Erwin. The tension in the air was thick, and Levi’s gaze was fixed on Erwin, his face a mask of conflicting emotions — determination, regret, sorrow.

Levi halted suddenly, his steps faltering as he noticed her there, kneeling beside Erwin. He hesitated, his brows furrowing. He couldn't read her expression; her face was an enigma, a puzzle that eluded him as much as Erwin's own had so often done. He studied her, but her eyes, her mouth, the set of her jaw — none of it gave him any clue. She seemed as much a mystery as the dying commander beside her, caught between life and death, between decision and indecision.

Without a word, she reached out, her hand brushing gently against Erwin's golden hair. She could feel the dirt and grime that had settled there, the earth that clung to him like a shroud, as if the ground itself sought to claim him before his time.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they moved through the strands, feeling the weight of the dirt, the roughness of the earth that seemed to signify all the burdens he had borne.

Her touch was tender, almost reverent, as if trying to convey a thousand unsaid things, a thousand unvoiced apologies and regrets, all in the delicate brush of her fingers through his hair. There was something sacred in this moment, something that felt like a goodbye that hadn't been spoken, a final connection to a man who had been so much to so many — a leader, a savior, a man with a dream that had carried them all forward. Your...your lover.

Erwin and you had never said anything about it. Labels weren't really what you both were able to say. Permanence was a rarity in your world, after all. A tie to humanity was a bane to the shoulders carrying the weight of the world. And yet....yet both of you know it. Felt it. Knew it.

Levi's gaze never left her, trying to decipher the meaning behind her touch, trying to understand what she was thinking, what she was feeling. But her face remained unreadable, a canvas of calm amidst the storm, as she continued to stroke Erwin's hair, her breath shallow, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, matching the rhythm of a life that was slipping away.

In this moment, she felt the gravity of the choice they were about to make, the choice Levi was about to make, and she wondered if there was any right answer in a world so torn apart by suffering and sacrifice. The world seemed to narrow down to this single moment, this single touch, and she realized with a sinking feeling that whatever happened next, nothing would ever be the same.

"Y/N," Levi called out, his voice cutting through the stillness as he stopped a few feet away from her, urgency lacing his words. "Get away from him. We're running out of time."

Her eyes didn't leave Erwin's face, but her response was swift and firm, "Don't make the choice for him." She turned her gaze to meet Levi’s, and in her eyes, emotions swirled and collided — fear, sadness, resolve. Emotions that danced just beyond his understanding. "Not this time."

Levi's brows drew together, his frustration evident. "Huh? What do you mean, you brat?" He didn't have time for this, not now, not when every second mattered. He needed her to understand, to see reason.

"You chose for him before," she continued, her voice quieter now but no less forceful. "And he took it to heart. There will be no point in this." Her gaze fell back to Erwin, her hands brushing gently against his skin as if she could soothe him even in this state.

"There is," Levi shot back, his tone blunt and unwavering. "Erwin lives."

She shook her head, and for the first time, he saw the sheen of tears brimming in her eyes. "What for?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet it carried the weight of her breaking heart. "Levi, you'll be bringing him back to hell. There is no need for him to… to see it all over again."

"Y/N—" Levi began, his voice faltering slightly. 

"I saw it today, Levi," she interrupted, her words almost a scream, yet they came out in a low, choked sob, thick with the grief clawing at her throat. "You freed him, and now you want to cage him again? That's enough, please…"

Levi’s eyes softened, if only for a moment, as he watched her turn back to Erwin, her movements tender and deliberate, as if any sudden motion might shatter what little was left holding her together. He saw the way her hands trembled, the way her lips quivered as if she were on the verge of breaking. “Oi…” he started, but the words died in his throat, replaced by a quiet bewilderment. "You want him to die?"

She closed her eyes, tears spilling over and tracing paths down her cheeks, and when she looked at him again, her expression was raw and open, the pain evident in every line of her face. "

I love him," she replied softly, her voice filled with a sorrow so deep it seemed to echo in the very air around them.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against Erwin's brow in a gentle, final kiss, her hands cradling his head tenderly as if trying to imprint this moment into her soul. If he was alive, he would have smiled at her. His own orbs looking at her face, as though memorizing each and every muscle, each and every expression, each and every moment. But he would never do so ever again.

"I prepared myself for this moment long ago, Levi. That’s why I'm letting him go to rest. As you should."

Levi felt something shift inside him, a familiar ache he had tried so hard to bury now resurfacing with a vengeance. He stared at her, her words sinking in, crashing against his resolve like waves against a crumbling shore. For a moment, he faltered. Her plea echoed in his mind, mingling with the memories of Erwin's countless sacrifices, his relentless drive, his dream that had become a curse. Levi knew that she wasn't asking for Erwin to die; she was begging for him to be free.

He felt his chest tighten, felt the weight of her grief pressing against his own. He had seen so much death, so much loss, but this — this was different. This was a plea from someone who had loved Erwin not just as a leader but as a man, who had seen him not as a symbol or a figurehead but as a human being with fears, dreams, and regrets.

“Y/N…” he whispered, almost helplessly, his hands tightening around the serum as if it could somehow solve everything, make everything right. But nothing was right. Nothing had been right for a long time.

She held Erwin close, her tears falling freely now, soaking into his dirt-streaked hair, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. "Let him rest, Levi," she whispered, a broken prayer against his skin. "Let him go where he doesn't have to fight anymore, where he doesn't have to be a soldier. Let him have peace."

Levi’s hand dropped a fraction, his gaze torn between Erwin’s still face and the woman kneeling beside him, her own spirit breaking right before his eyes. For once, in this world of endless battles, he felt the ground shift beneath him, felt the weight of what it meant to be a human in a world that seemed to forget what humanity meant.

In the silence that followed, he heard the quiet beat of his own heart, heard her quiet sobs, and he wondered if there was ever truly a choice in this place of unending suffering.

Levi looked down at the syringe in his hand, its weight seeming to grow heavier with every passing second. His gaze shifted to Erwin's still face, then to Y/N, her eyes pleading, full of pain and something deeper — something that touched a place in him he rarely let himself feel. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, feeling the full gravity of the decision pressing down on his shoulders, a burden he could scarcely bear.

He made the choice.

His hand moved, quick and certain, not allowing himself to second-guess, to hesitate any longer. He turned away from Erwin, his feet carrying him toward the burned and broken body of the young boy, Armin Arlert. Without a word, Levi injected the serum into Armin's arm, pushing the plunger down, watching the clear liquid disappear into the boy's veins.

There was no turning back now.

He stepped back, and it wasn't long before the transformation began. Armin's body twitched, convulsing violently, his eyes snapping open with a look of wild terror. He gasped, his mouth opening wide as an unearthly scream tore from his throat, a sound that echoed across the broken landscape, a sound that seemed to pierce the very heavens themselves.

His skin crackled and smoked, his limbs flailing as if possessed by some primal force. It was a cry of agony, of rebirth, a sound that spoke of pain and confusion and the violent struggle for life.

"(Y/N)…" The soft murmur caught her attention, pulling her gaze away from the horrific sight of Armin's resurrection. Her heart seized in her chest as she lowered her head, her eyes falling to the parted lips of her dying lover, Erwin Smith.

His voice was barely a whisper, so faint she almost missed it amidst the chaos around them. She was certain he didn't know she was there beside him, even after all these years together, all these battles fought side by side, all these nights spent dreaming of a future that seemed so close and yet so impossibly far away.

"Let's… listen… to my… father's stories again..." Erwin's voice was broken, fragmented, each word a struggle, a final breath barely escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, his body limp in her arms.

Those were his last words — a quiet request from a man who had lived his entire life in search of the truth, a man whose heart had been filled with endless questions and doubts. He wanted to go back, back to those days when things were simpler, back to when he had believed in the stories his father told him, back to when there was still a chance to believe in something more.

She listened, tears streaming down her face, each drop carrying a piece of her breaking heart. She felt his pulse slow beneath her fingertips, felt the warmth begin to fade from his skin. She felt his heartbeat — once strong and steady, the rhythm that had carried him through countless battles — slow to a stop. She could no longer feel it, the silence deafening in her ears.

"You died in my arms, my love." she whispered softly, her voice breaking, her body trembling with the weight of her sorrow. She held him close, cradling his head against her chest, her fingers running through his hair one last time. "Just like you wanted…"

Her words were a quiet lament, a final goodbye. She had known this moment would come, had prepared herself for it, or so she thought. But now, with his lifeless body in her arms, all her preparations felt like dust in the wind.

She had loved him with everything she had, had believed in him, had stood by him even when the world seemed to crumble around them. And now he was gone, leaving her with nothing but a shattered heart and a memory that would never fade.

She held him, her tears falling silently, mingling with the dirt and the blood and the sweat that covered them both. She held him as if by doing so, she could keep him a little longer, keep him from slipping away entirely. She held him because it was all she could do, because in the end, there was nothing left but this — this final act of love, this final goodbye.

Levi stood nearby, silent, watching as she wept, his own heart heavy with the weight of the choices he had made, with the price of their survival. He had chosen life for one, and in doing so, had condemned another to death. He knew there were no right answers, not in this world, not in this hell they lived in. There were only choices, and consequences, and the burden of living with them.

Levi and Hange stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the distance. The young cadet, Armin, devoured the traitor Bertolt with a savage ferocity that seemed almost inhuman. Steam rose from his new, massive form, swirling around him like a shroud. It was a sight both grotesque and tragic — a boy forced into monstrosity, into survival by any means, at the cost of his innocence.

Hange turned away from the chaos, her gaze softening as it fell upon Erwin’s lifeless body. Her fingers reached out, trembling slightly as they brushed over his eyelids, closing them gently, tenderly, as if she could somehow grant him the peace he had never found in life.

Levi turned his gaze to her, watching the grief that etched itself into her features, the quiet sorrow that hung in the air between them. He could see it in her eyes — the mourning for a comrade, for a friend, for a leader whose dream had been left unfulfilled.

"He's gone," Hange whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, each word heavy with emotion. She pursed her lips, struggling to maintain her composure, to keep herself from breaking. Erwin had been their anchor, their constant, and now he was gone. 

"Perhaps it's better this way." Levi replied with a soft sigh, his own voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. "He won't have to be in his hell anymore."

His eyes flicked back to Erwin's face, still and serene in death, free from the burdens that had weighed him down for so long. He couldn't help but think that maybe, in some small way, Erwin had found the peace he had never known in life.

Nearby, Floch’s brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. He watched Y/N, still holding Erwin’s lifeless body, her hands running through his hair as if memorizing the feel of each strand.

“Why…” he began, his voice trailing off, unable to grasp why she seemed so calm, so accepting of what had happened.

Y/N's mind drifted back to a moment long ago, a memory that played like a silent film in her mind. Erwin’s voice came to her, clear and steady, even as his body had been failing.

‘If I were on the verge of death this mission… Y/N, let me face it and rest.’

She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin with a gentleness that belied the harsh reality of their world.

She had taken his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly, holding onto him, holding onto the promise she had made. ‘Promise me.

"He wanted to rest." she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers continuing to dance through his hair as if in a trance. Each touch was a farewell, a quiet goodbye to the man she had loved, to the dreams they had once dared to share. "This was his final choice."

‘I promise.’ she had whispered back then, her voice trembling with the weight of what she knew would come. She had made that promise, not understanding then how much it would cost her, how deeply it would cut. 

Now, as she held him in her arms, she understood. She had kept her word. She had let him go, had let him find the peace he had sought for so long. It didn’t matter what others thought, what they questioned or doubted.

She knew what he wanted. She had known him better than anyone, had seen him not just as the commander but as the man beneath — the man who had carried a burden too heavy for one person to bear.

Her voice trembled with love and pain as she whispered once more, "You’re free now, Erwin. You’re finally free." 

Levi glanced at her, recognizing the truth in her words, the inevitability of what had happened. There was nothing left to say. They had lost so much, sacrificed so much, and yet somehow, they had to keep moving forward, keep fighting, even as their hearts bled for the ones they’d left behind.

The air hung thick with silence, broken only by the distant rumblings of the newly born Titan, a sound that seemed almost distant compared to the weight of their loss. Levi’s eyes lingered on Y/N, her face shadowed with grief but also with a strange sense of serenity, an acceptance of what had come to pass. He could see it in her expression, in the way she cradled Erwin's body with a gentleness that spoke of deep, unwavering love.

Hange's breath hitched as she moved closer to them, her eyes searching Levi’s face for some form of reassurance, for some hint of what he was thinking, what he was feeling. She had seen him make countless choices before, seen him bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, but this… this was different. This was a choice he had never wanted to make.

“Levi…” she began, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Do you think… do you think he knew?”

Levi's gaze didn’t leave Y/N. He took a moment before answering, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. “I think he knew.” he said quietly. “I think he knew exactly what he wanted. And he made sure we understood it too, in his own way.”

Hange nodded slowly, understanding, though it didn’t make the pain any less sharp, any less real. She looked at Y/N, seeing how tightly she held onto Erwin, how she seemed to draw strength from his lifeless form, even now.

“He loved you,” Hange whispered, their voice filled with a quiet, knowing sadness. “He really did. You were his reason… for so much.”

Y/N nodded, the tears falling freely now, her heart breaking all over again at the words. “I know.” she replied, her voice catching in her throat. “And that’s why I had to let him go.”

Levi felt a pang in his chest, a rare, raw emotion that he rarely allowed himself to feel. He turned away slightly, trying to hide the tightness in his eyes, the moisture gathering there despite himself. “We should… we should get moving.” he said, his voice gruff, more of an order to himself than to anyone else. “There’s nothing left for us here.”

But Y/N didn’t move. She stayed where she was, holding Erwin close, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her eyes closed as if she were trying to memorize the moment, to imprint it into her soul forever.

“Just a little longer..” she murmured softly, more to herself than to anyone else. “Please… just a little longer.”

Levi hesitated, his heart aching as he watched her. He knew the pain of losing someone, knew it far too well. And yet, he also knew the strength it took to let go, to keep moving forward when everything inside you screamed to stay, to hold on, to never let go. 

“We’ll give you that,” Hange said quietly, a soft, understanding smile on their lips despite the tears in their eyes. “Take your time, Y/N. As much as you need.”

Levi nodded, finally turning his back to them, his gaze shifting to the horizon, to the future that lay ahead of them, uncertain and filled with shadows. “We’ll wait.” he added, his voice softer, more human than it had been in a long time. “But not too long.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving Erwin’s face, her heart aching with the knowledge that this was the last time she would see him, the last time she would feel his presence, his warmth, the strength that had always been there, guiding them, leading them, even in their darkest moments.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead one last time, a final kiss, a final farewell. “I’ll always love you, my love.” she whispered, her voice breaking, her tears falling like rain. “Always… until my last breath.”

And with that, she let him go. She released him from her arms, from the pain of this world, from the burdens that had weighed so heavily on him. She stood slowly, feeling the weight of her grief settle into her bones, a heaviness that she knew would never truly leave her.

Levi and Hange watched, silent, as she rose, as she took a deep breath and turned to face them, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes filled with a quiet, resolute strength. 

"Let’s go." she said softly, her voice steady, though her heart was shattered. "We have to regroup now."

Levi nodded, a rare, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "Yeah."

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Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ← 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

About a month had passed and Erika's first mission outside the Walls had just ended, leaving the Scouts' number to reduce. But Erika was more than grateful to know that all of her loved ones managed to survive. When thought back to the start of the day, she couldn't help but romanticize it. 

◀◀

That morning, the Scouts were lined in front of the door of the Wall, each soldier sitting atop their respective horses. Erika's heart was beating loudly, nerves and fear running through her veins. But such sensations were accompanied by feelings like excitement and interest as well as curiosity. 

After all, it would be her first time outside the Walls. It would be a lie to say she had never taken an interest in what the world had to offer outside of these godforsaken walls. After receiving the order, the door was lifted and the Scout Regiment began their move. 

The sun let out a shining ray, illuminating Erika's complexion. The warmth the sun provided her was comforting before it began to feel a little uncomfortable. But with the breeze that passed her, it became bearable. 

Erika had her brown hair tied up in a ponytail, slightly annoying her but she knew it would be impractical to leave it hanging over her shoulders. Her eyes gazed upwards, meeting the vision of the familiar blue sky, clouds cascading the blue hue. 

Her lips drew up a form of a smile, appreciating the freeing nature that greeted her upon leaving the Wall. Her eyes shifted in direction, looking intently at the boy next to her. He had a look on his face that she just adored. 

The way he had his lips curled softly was almost angelic. His blue eyes shone a different tint under the natural spotlight. She didn't know how else to describe the view she had before her eyes. 

She wished she could imprint that view in her brain, free to access it at any given time. She didn't even know such a picture of him could make her heart beat the way it did. She swore he was just a friend. 

But a friend couldn't have her wishing the world would end so they could be alone together. 

Erika quickly pushed away such thoughts, deciding to focus properly on the journey. Still, her eyes were addicted to him. It was hard for her to let her gaze shift. But it was almost an instinct reaction to look away when his oceanic eyes met hers. Blood rushed to her cheeks, the same reaction creeping up Armin's face when he realized that she was staring at him.

▶▶

Her mind was snapped back to reality upon noticing the presence of the boy that was clouding her mind just a second ago. His face was clearly distraught, troubled by the day they just had. If Erika were to look around, she'd see the same look on Armin's face on everyone else's. But truth be told, she didn't really care about others. Either way, she greeted him with a weak but genuine smile. 

"Everyone's troubled by what they saw. The Female Titan really took out many of us," he gloomily said. 

"Hey, Armin," Erika suddenly drawled out, earning his eyes on her. "Don't you think the Female Titan looked a little familiar?"

"Huh?" He tilted his head. 

"Never mind, maybe it's stupid," she shrugged. 

"Hmm. I wonder what they want," he changed the topic slightly. "It must be something really important if they're willing to kill so many people for it. After all, they're still humans," he sighed. 

As if her scattered thoughts found a trigger, it all moved into place, forming a rational theory that Erika was confident in. 

"That's it," she clicked her tongue, her eyes lighting up as her legs pushed her off the bench to stand. "Come on, Min," she ushered, taking a hold of his wrist and pulling him away. 

He was shocked but did not object to the situation, only feeling a little shy and flustered at the reminder of her hand on his wrist at the moment. He followed as she led him to a closed room. 

She stood in front of the door, letting her knuckles rap against the wooden material in a series of knocks. Soon, the door was opened, revealing the Commander and some of his trusted. 

Armin was clearly shocked, not truly understanding why she had brought him to meet the Commander. But then again, to Erika, the Commander was probably more of a family. 

"Erika? Is everything okay? And who's this?" The Commander questioned, eyes flickering to the girl and her company then back to the girl. 

"Armin Arlert, sir!" Armin quivered, immediately saluting the older man with respect while he had his head lowered in a bow. 

Erwin gave a small nod before turning back to his younger cousin. "What's going on, Erika?" 

"I think I have a theory about the current situation. I want to talk to you about it. So, if it's alright, can you close the door, please?" She rambled. Erwin gave a nod to Captain Levi who then closed the door, allowing Erika to explain her theory. "It started when we were out today but I wasn't really sure about it. But something Armin said just now made things make sense to me. At least on how we can narrow down our search."

"Eh? What did I say?" Armin gaped, wide-eyed. 

"You wondered what they want so badly that they would go to such lengths. It makes sense that they would want something. They came from outside. From God knows where. There must be something important here that they want. But think about it, what do we even have?" 

"What are you going on about?" Erwin frowned. 

"If what they want is something big, it only makes sense for such a thing to be with the most powerful people. And here, the most powerful person is the King. But it would be hard to get to the King. So where's the next best thing?" She questioned, looking around the room. 

"The military," Armin replied, catching on to what Erika was saying. 

"Exactly. The humans- Titan shifters... They're hiding in the military," she confirmed. "But joining the military isn't the easiest thing. You need background information. As an outsider, they would need to take some time to blend in. They need to understand how things work here, how the system works..."

"So they'll join sometime after the first Wall was broken," Erwin finished her sentence, earning a prideful nod from his younger cousin. "Nifa, get the records for everyone who joined the training camp since the first Wall was broken into-"

"Wait," Erika stopped, the gears in her mind turning as she stood. "Armin," she called. "If you were an outsider, how long would you take to truly understand the workings of society?" 

The question caused him to stammer nervously but when his mind began poking at her inquiry, his mind began to work. "Maybe a year... No, that's too short... Maybe two," he hummed.

"So we should search for those who enlisted 2 years after the first attack?" Erwin questioned. 

"Yes," Erika nodded. 

The silent atmosphere was interrupted a second after by Armin's sudden gasp. His eyes displayed a sense of horrific realization, clearly one he refused to believe. 

"Erika, I think I know who the Female Titan is," he hiccuped, looking at the girl with the same haunted look. "Like you said... The Female Titan looked familiar... And if you look at all the classes that were enlisted 2 years after the first attack, our class would be one of them," he explained, his words easily caught on by the girl who began to have her complexion shifted like his. 

"You don't think? No, it can't be," she shook her head in disbelief despite the logical pattern and familiarity. 

"It's Annie."

[ettas-stuff]

I’ll make a man out of you

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚/𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 ɞ featuring: levi ackerman, erwin smith, armin arlert & eren yeager content warning: smut ahead, mdni!!! hi it's malia: the levi phase continues, let me just tell you that important information. send in requests, or come and be my anon, i'm in need of anime friends, really.

ʚ levi ackerman ɞ

levi's a private person when it comes to loving you. he isn't into pda that much, which makes it much easier to tease him. you received one slightly sexual picture of him. it was the first and the last as he did not like to send such private pictures of himself. after all, he cares about his position. but it was different from you. while he was away on a mission, or on the training grounds without you, you used the chance to send him the slightest bits of your body. just a couple sneakpeaks like the valley between your breasts which looked amazing without a bra, or the lace hem of your underwear peaking out from your pants. maybe even a slight sexual position. and hell, it would get him riled up so easily to see those things. give him a couple of minutes to find an isolated room. or maybe wait till he’s back in his office again and you will receive a call. ragged breaths of your boyfriend, “demanding my attention, you fucking minx? now help me solve what you caused,”. his words and demands, even the quiet groans are enough to initiate a video call and turn into a full session over the phone.

ʚ erwin smith ɞ

erwin is such a confident man, in public, in his position, and in his relationship with you. he has no problem when it comes to sending you sexual messages. or even send you a picture of the bulge in his pants in the middle of a meeting while hange explained another idea she had to inspect titans further. after all, his legs were underneath the table, nobody was able to see what he was doing. so you occasionally received a small video, with hange’s voice in the background as he massaged the thick tent in his pants with his fleshy fingers. it was addictive to witness how risky erwin would create those videos only to show you how much he needed you. as soon as the meetings were over and he could sit in the comfortable armchair at his desk again, the commander would call you. a wide smirk prominent on his mouth as he spoke to you. “hope you didn’t touch yourself yet, i have a couple of minutes and still a hard-on,” oh those few minutes were turning into half an hour and he would end up all flustered while talking to the government.

ʚ armin arlert ɞ

he's humbled so easily, and literally never starts sending naughty messages or pictures by himself. if you decide to spice up the conversation a little, armin would not deny it and easily write as sexual as you do. and as soon as you would send him those sweet pictures in those position, you always do when he visits, armin’s all in for having it all. after all, he couldn’t decline you anything anyways. still, he wouldn’t be the one to call you, throwing little hints that he wanted to see what you’re doing or missing your face. those little sweet messages were cover ups for the dirty mind, and the parts he really wanted to see if your body. little hints that he waited for you to call, and you did. most likely because his messages started to take way too long and when he accepted the call, you realized why. armin struggled with the bulge in his pants, almost embarrassed about how easily you made him hard and horny. especially extremely needy of feeling you. “please, please, i need you so bad,”

ʚ eren yeager ɞ

with eren it's completely different. he's confident with his body, and the love you have for each other. most of the time, it's him who sends the first naughty message or a picture of the tent in his pants. most likely with the words 'thought of you' while trying to lure out a couple of seductive pictures of your body for him. something, he could use later on. it's like eren always finds an excuse to send you a photo to receive praise for his body. when a conversation is getting out of hand, and the messages were only sexual, eren would find a quiet place to send you more pictures until yours were getting too much for him. he’s the one to call you, licking his lips while chuckling. “got you worked up huh? show me what you’re doing to yourself, princess. i might send you a nice video,”. his deep and raspy voice while commanding made it difficult for you to resist anymore. the desire rose to an unbearable heat, and you needed release. so you gave him a little show of what his words and pictures were exactly doing to you. and obviously, eden would join in without a question.

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

Tweeting with AOT

cw: cussing, implied sexual themes

this is gonna become a series guys I swear, I have many more prepped to post 🤕

[levi501ackerman]

MASTERLIST by Levi501ackerman

ao3

Hange x Reader

Steel Heart | chapter index

"The Royal King's Guard will lay down their lives and dedicate their hearts to return you unharmed to Mitras Castle where you will marry and become Queen. The Marelyan Cult who believe you are the key to perform their ritual will do anything to obtain your body and unlock their most powerful weapon. You just want to win the heart of a certain Knight."

Stars at Night Turned Deep to Dust | Angst

"You were in an accident that caused you to have amnesia and forget your love with Hange. You've turned annoyed with the person who was once your wife."

Here Before and After Me | Fluff

"Levi overheard another conversation the night before retaking Wall Maria. He didn’t know that his best friend had someone special to them."

Silly | Fluff

A quick story of a reserved reader that wants to make Hange laugh lol.

My Chance Has Come At Last | Fluff

"AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two."

Crazy Girls | Fluff

"AU where Halloween night Levi watches Hange hype up her hot girlfriend."

Levi x Reader

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Fluff

"One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her."

Living In A Dream | Pining

"Levi refuses to date a subordinate so instead he pines over you. Kind of ridiculous how much he overthinks every interaction with you."

Object of Affection | Fluff

"Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love."

Wish That I Could | Angst

"Levi missed his chance to date you. So he watches you from afar."

Allegiance | Part 1 Part 2 (discontinued)

"You're a wealthy citizen from Stohess. When the survey corps are in the city, you can't help but fall for a cute captain."

That Day | Angst

"Ever since That Day . . . Anytime you became lucid, Levi spent all the time with you that you could offer him."

E X T R A S :

RIP AOT

Levi x social media

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

Deep in my frame-by-frame Trost arc re-watch for my fic- and it occurred to me that nobody would be more pro-Aruani than Dot Pyxis.

He says with zero prompting, and I quote: “I wouldn’t mind being eaten by a really beautiful Titan woman.”

This is the face of a man who gets it. He wouldn’t question Armin for a second. He’d tell him he’s a lucky bastard.