#erwin ff

[welkinsky]

Thank you! Can I request for an Erwin x reader fic then? Erwin and reader are in a secret relationship and both are part of the Shiganshina mission. On the rooftop after Armin was given the serum, reader appears on the rooftop (everyone presumed her dead) and quickly starts to work on Erwin (reader is a dang good doctor) by giving him a blood transfusion using her own blood then repairing his organs. Erwin lives of course. Then decides to retire to spend the rest of his life more of an advisor to the scouts and with reader. Thank you x

Erwin X Reader | His Last Mission

Warning: Spoiler, some cuss words. Author's Note: I loved this idea! lemme know if you'd like to see some headcanons about how he was after retirement.

"Can I come in, Sir?" You said in your professional voice as you entered Erwin's office.

"There is no one here," he said with a soft voice as he slowly lifted his eyes from the paperwork he has been working on and gave you the smile that always calms you down.

You both were going out on the Shiganshina mission tomorrow and you both didn't have even a little bit of time left to spend with each other.

One thing that you realized after all these years of being on the survey team is that you never know which day is your last outside these walls so you always make it a priority to spend time with the ones that are close to you before you head out or before they head out. And this right here was you man so doing the paperwork was the last thing that either of you wanted to do. 

Erwin and you have been going out for quite some time now and with the way he tasks risks, you're always worried if he'll come back or not. You were so happy when you found out that you were selected for this mission because you knew that this is a huge one and he'll be reckless for sure. At least you'll be there to help him out as much as you.

You locked the door behind you and walked over to him and kissed him softly as you sat on his lap. You both knew that this is the best you can do right now given the work that is still left to do. "You should get some rest." You said half whispering as you lay your head on his chest.

He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around you in his warm embrace. You can tell he's been working for a long time now. "This is good enough for me for now," he said hugging your closer and leaning back in his chair. You both stayed for some time like that. For him just your presence can charge him up.

"Do you think it'll go as planned?" you asked playing with the button of his shirt. You knew what the answer was but still wanted to see what he'll say. "Does it ever?" he said with closed eyes. Having you close to him is good enough for him.

To his luck, you were his subordinate so you saw him around quite often. You both stayed like this and talked the entire night as he finished his work then head out to your rooms. It was important to take a rest as well. It was a big day tomorrow.

You could have never been more proud of him, but this speech that he gave to scouts before leaving brought chills to you and filled you with such motivation for the mission along with love and respect for him. At times you wish you can show him off to others as your man too but this would quite literally mean exile to the both of you.

This happy feeling turned to dread just as quickly when the thought of him out on the frontlines came to your mind. It must have really shown on your face because Levi came and said, "Oi, We all will come back." he looked over to Erwin and back at you, "All of us." This man has been so supportive of you since the day he accidentally walked in on the two of you hugging in Erwin's room.

The mission was going fine but then tragedy hit. So many of the scouts died. You were badly injured as well but you found shelter in one church. You planned to wrap up the wounds and go back to help others but because of the loss of blood, you fainted.

Meanwhile, everyone thought you to be dead. So did Erwin. He then declared to lead the suicide mission that will be the key to making this mission a success. He did that and it WAS a success.

As you woke up you could hear Levi and Mikasa. It was hard to recognize where it was coming from because of the weak consciousness. But you figured soon that they were on the top of the building. You got back your strength and went outside.

As you reached on top you could see Mikasa was on top of Levi about to slay her blade, and that is when you stopped her. You knew you were too weak to stop her in this condition.

You saw Erwin in a really bad state. Your whole body stopped then and there. You felt so weak but Levi's voice arguing with Mikasa brought you back.

On the other side, there was a completely burnt body. Soon you understood what was going on and who that body was.

Levi was looking over to you again and again so that you'll side with him on giving the syringe to Erwin.

"Give it to Armin," you said after being silent for what felt like an eternity. Even though this was not what even a cell in your body wanted to do but it was either your feelings or the future of humanity.

"Have you lost it? Get a grip on the fucking reality it is Erwin you're talking about." Levi shouted at you. You gave him the "trust me" look. He was not so convinced but he stood back.

You asked him to take care of Armin, give him the syringe, and get all the other things done and he hesitated but obliged with a "You better know what the fuck you're doing"

You went over to Erwin. The only and biggest problem was that he had lost a lot of blood. You shouted if anyone had the blood type that goes with his and apparently Hange did. You always carried your equipment with you in the missions. Sadly they always came in handy and this time to your biggest fear, you were using them on your love.

You did the transplant but were not sure how he is going to react to it. Or if he'll even make it. You were by his side the entire time making sure that whenever he woke up you tried to keep him that way but failed most of the time.

Nonetheless, he made it back and got healthy and left scouts for good. He has been planning to do it way earlier but wanted to make sure that he gives his best. You on the other hand stayed because you had excellent medical skills and you could help the scouts when they are out and about.

After a few months, you two made it official that you were dating but never told anyone that this has been going on for longer than this.

Post-retirement Erwin was a delight with all his attention on you and whenever you two went to bed he WAS THERE not buried in paperwork or doing something else. He was right there for YOU all the time. 

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Thanks For Reading and for the ask!

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A-Z Headcanon

[leviismybby]

Tried going into the Levi tag for five seconds on TikTok and I already regret it....

[lostintrost]

here’s just a lil snippet of what came to my brain early this morning. genuinely curious to see if anyone can guess the pairing correctly 👀

also i’m v aware it’s a lil rough - this is my rough draft.

[newergrowup]

i havent been able to update for long but... i can feel it... the new chapter is near. pls check out this ff, im pouring my heart in it. the title is a song name and the chapters are its lyrics. literally can u ask for more?

""All of it made sense in Levi’s mind; Erwin was a red carpet with a green sofa, and books everywhere. "

in which Erwin is a young and cunning professor and Levi learns to accept love. ""

thank you eruris<3<3<3

[curiositykilled-the-kitty]

Do I go to sleep or write the next chapter of A Soldier's Love?

P.s. went to shorten A Soldier's Love to realise it shortens to "ASL" and to say I was transported back to 12 year old me on AOL in 2004 is an understatement 😂😂😂

I am so sleep deprived. I'm blaming Sebastian from Stardew Valley for this one. 🥵

[dara-art]

«Levi snuggled back against him, giving a contented hum, and Erwin felt his heart swell. It was startling how quickly his feelings for Levi had blossomed. It was startling how quickly his goals were shifting and bending, making space to fit Levi into every single one of them.»

Ch. 14

He Chose Titans by masksarehot

this ff has been hugging my heart (and squeezing it in a vice) for almost 2 months now

I am absolutely in love ❤️‍🩹

[whxre4hange]

attack on titan characters playing league headcanons

guys im in my final year of my undergrad and i have exams and this is what im doing w my time LMAO

eren (ultimate rage quitter)

eren is the ultimate tryhard. bro mains riven and screams into the group call "i will carry!" he charges into fights like he’s fighting titans, only to get instantly melted. after dying for the fifth time, you can hear him scream into the mike, “i’m not mad, i’m just... passionate! WE GOT THIS GUYS DONT GIVE UP” while furiously typing “ff 15” in chat.

mikasa the overprotective bodyguard

mikasa is the ultimate support, but she’s less about healing and more about throwing daggers at anyone who dares touch eren. if someone tries to gank him, she’ll sprint across the map like a ninja, yelling, “no one touches my eren!” while simultaneously saving him from certain doom… and then getting herself killed in the process.

armin the strategist (and coward)

armin is the brains of the operation, but he spends half the game hiding in a bush, whispering strategies to himself. when he finally decides to engage, he shouts, “guys! let’s flank them!” only for everyone to be dead by the time he finishes his sentence. he’s basically a walking “how not to play” guide.

sasha the snack master

sasha is the adc, but her real focus is on her snack stash. she’s munching on chips while trying to farm minions and will often say things like, “just one more potato chip before i go back!” she ends up feeding because she can’t resist grabbing a snack during team fights. “i’m just… multitasking!”

connie the confused support

connie thinks he’s playing support, but he keeps accidentally stealing kills with his abilities. when everyone yells at him, he responds with a confused, “but i thought we were playing catch!” he’s just trying to help, bless his little heart.

jean's leadership failures

jean wants to be team captain (literally no one cares) and constantly tries to direct everyone like he’s leading a military operation. “okay, guys! we need a five-man engage!” but when eren charges in solo again, jean just facepalms and mutters, “why do i even try?”

marco the cheerleader

marco is the wholesome cheerleader of the group. he’s always encouraging everyone with phrases like, “good job, team! you can do it!” unfortunately, he gets so distracted by his own positivity that he forgets to ward properly and walks straight into a bush full of enemies. “oops! my bad!”

reiner's tanking fail

reiner plays tank but thinks he’s invincible. he charges into fights yelling, “i’m here to save you!” only to get one-shot by an enemy assassin. his teammates are left screaming, “we needed you alive for that!”

ymir's sneaky shenanigans

ymir plays an assassin and loves sneaking around for picks. she’ll shout things like, “i’m going in!” but then accidentally reveals her position by stepping on a ward. when historia asks her what happened, she just shrugs and says, “it was tactical misdirection!”

annie’s solo queue dominance

annie is a solo queue legend who plays mid-lane like it’s her personal arena. she rolls her eyes at her teammates’ antics and mutters things like, “if you all just let me carry…” she has zero patience for anyone who doesn’t understand how to play properly—and she’ll mute them faster than you can say “teamwork.”

bertolt's unexpected support skills

birthcontrol is surprisingly good at support, using his size as an accidental shield for his teammates. when someone asks how he does it, he just says softly, “i’m just… really good at standing still.” and somehow that works....

erwin's confusing speeches

erwin gives motivational speeches before every match that leave everyone more confused than inspired. “remember: victory is not just about winning; it’s about… uh… being brave?” anywyas by the end of it, everyone is just staring blankly at him while eren types in chat: “can we just play already?”

hange's chaotic jungle adventures

hange plays jungle with chaotic energy that keeps everyone on their toes. they dive into fights yelling, “let’s go! science rules!” but often end up accidentally initiating fights they can’t win. then they die spectacularly the end

levi's silent judgment

levi lurks in the background, silently judging everyone while occasionally throwing out sarcastic comments like, “great job feeding.” when asked why he doesn’t play more often, he simply replies with a deadpan stare: "because i don’t want to ruin my kda." and yet somehow still manages to carry every game when he does play

[chishiyasan]

i may not have giggled and kicked my feet this time, but i still screamed 😱

silver underground. / chapter 16.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin)

Word Count: 5.4K

Summary: flashback six - also known as the day of the heist

Warnings: this chapter heavily explores and discusses themes of peril, thoughts of self harm and self destruction, hopelessness, death, violence, and torture. if you are triggered by these topics, i would suggest skipping this chapter.

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CHAPTER 16 - FLASHBACK: SIX

note: the next couple of chapters will be heavily influenced by the ova 'no regrets'. they are my interpretations of the material. please watch those episode first, otherwise you will get spoiled on elements revolving around levi's backstory.

The silence of the Underground City spoke volumes.

At this rate, you’ve gone over the plan — and the potential ways it can go horribly wrong — at least a dozen times. 

Only so many distress signals can be sent from three people outrunning an entire Military Police unit, so you've employed all of them.

First, there’s the stolen flares.

They’re sparingly used, if ever, when it’s the four of you on a job. Two teams of two has easily been your best formation tactic.

A slight change to a single team of three should not cause much difficulty, especially when it involves veterans like Church, Ackerman, and Magnolia.

(You've already waited a half hour. No flare ever ignites.)

Next, if someone loses their grip on a flare canister, then the pursued team resorts to high-altitude flying.

At the height you’re perched upon — the rooftop of a dilapidated apartment complex overlooking the northern half of the Underground — you’d be able to see at least one person flipping and weaving through even the tallest buildings.

(Another half hour passes. No one ever breaches the skyline.)

The last option, should any ODM gear jam and fail, is more human: eyesight. 

With the B-team units ordered to be stationed around the Underground City, your three friends should be covered. If it looks like the Military Police have the upper hand, then you can quickly get the rest of the gang to safety.

You told Levi you wouldn't run after him, that you would keep your promise and stick to the plan, but now that it's been over an hour of radio silence?

You're not so sure.

Because there are no clouds in the Underground, your sightline is clear. Idly your ODM gear sits on either hips, hands occupied by the mechanism's handles that will boost you at a moment’s notice. Below you on the street stand your appointed security, both gang veterans, looking for any stray MPs roaming the area.

Every second waiting for Levi, Isabel, and Furlan to return from their heist route spans to eternity.

Over and over your eyes scan, checking between rooftops — nothing.

Your attention drops to the streets — nothing.

Silence creeps to a ninety-minute drag.

No flares sound.

No bodies fly.

“C’mon, Ackerman,” you mumble under your breath, flexing your left hand to give your body something to do — to avoid pulling the trigger too fast on a rescue operation.

He was explicit about not coming for him.

He was explicit and he was stupid to think you’d never come for him.

He was stupid to think—

“James!”

A panicked, shrill voice, however, sounds from the street.

You whip your attention to the east, taking your eyes off of the skyline for a belated beat.

The rogue voice screeches with urgency a second time.

“James!”

It's young and feminine and terrified.

You shift a boot towards the sound, squeezing the metal handles in your palms with your index fingers at the ready.

“Hey! Where is she? Please, tell me James is here.”

She seems out of breath, like she ran a great distance to get here.

You draw a line with your sight from where her footsteps originated: she came from the south.

Most of your units are pushed towards the north, where Levi stated the job would take place.

One of the seasoned lackeys, a younger man, grunts to her in response. “Who’s askin’?”

“I need to speak with James,” she urges, ignoring his question with a wavering tone. “Please—”

“She’s busy, kid,” the second man replies. “Spit it out if somethin’—”

“They caught Levi!”

Her shriek almost makes your foot slip, causing a roof shingle to dislodge.

Time ceases to exist.

Levi.

Below you hear the young men argue with her and the exchange of pleas that follow, but there is no distinction of sound to you. Their words are muddied as if your head has been dunked underwater.

You can't run to her. Anxiety grabs you by the scruff of your neck to hold you in place.

What's wrong with Levi?

Move.

Did something happen to Levi?

Move.

Without thinking, your hand ignites the ODM switch in your left hand to propel a spear into the stone wall from across the street. 

You swiftly swing down from your perch, finally catching a glimpse of the girl in question:

The girl — you remember her first name being Lucy — is as pale as a ghost. Her entire body trembles like a decaying leaf, as though she’s witnessed something horrific that she can’t scrub from her line of sight.

(What the hell did she see?)

Her shoulders relax once she spies your face, but not enough to quell your concern when tears well into her eyes.

“James! Oh my god, you’re here,” Lucy breathes, taking a step forward like you’re willing to console her with a comforting arm. "I tried to get here as fast as I—"

“Repeat what you just said about Ackerman,” you demand without solace. “Now.”

You take one pace back, ignoring the spike in your heart rate as the scenario snowballs in your mind’s eye.

From your peripheral vision, you see several others from the gang join the fray.

The two other lookouts on Lucy’s team run down the tiny guarded street, equally out of breath and panicked.

“We saw it happen in the southeast corner!” one of the running girls exclaim.

You — and the rest of the gang — turn in that direction. You can feel your throat seize.

He said the job was going to be in the northern half of the city.

How the fuck did they end up in the south quadrant?

"We followed them when the job changed course," Lucy explains as if she can read your mind. "Levi ordered Furlan and Isabel to cut south. Too many MPs were waiting in the north."

"But the job was in the north," you numbly reason.

“It might have been a trap, we don't know!" she desperately chirps. "A bunch of MPs went after them on ODM gear so we followed by foot. They were chasing Furlan through the streets. A few of them fell back and we thought maybe they gave up, but then a bunch of new people came out of nowhere and they all had green cloaks with wings—”

“Wings?” you snap, unable to stop your eyes from widening.

You whip your attention back to the young girl. Lucy cowers at your unyielding gaze.

“...yeah,” she answers, meek and uncertain. “They didn’t have the same jackets as the MPs. They had wings on their backs, on the cloaks and the jackets.”

A cloud of fearful whispers spreads like wildfire through the small crowd, infecting the minds of the reconnaissance team under your command.

It isn’t uncommon anymore for the Military Police patrolling the Underground to show up with ODM gear. It used to be a rarity, but now? They know better than to show up empty-handed.

Years of embarrassment have taught the thick-headed MPs a valuable lesson.

But green cloaks — and wings?

You can’t be mistaken by their meaning:

The Scout Regiment.

The military branch where suckers with death wishes band together to expire. They seek to explore the unknown, taking off on brainless expeditions past the city walls and into whatever Hell awaits on the other side.

(Why the fuck would they send the goddamn suicide squad to the Underground?)

You don’t need to live on the surface to know the stories: a third of Scout recruits barely make it past their first mission. And by the end of their first service year, the death toll rises to half. 

The only dumbasses left standing with the Wings of Freedom on their back are those who desperately want to die but can never find the right titan to eat them.

And, according to the stories, their missions beyond Wall Maria always come up empty-handed.

A thought passes through your mind like a papercut, stinging your blood cells with the very real possibility that they’ve turned their efforts inward — whether at the demand of the king or the disappointment of the people paying their salaries is unclear.

(Is the Underground City their new playground?)

If so, then Levi — this gang — could very well be their first dedicated target.

“Where?” 

The word spills out of your mouth, starting in your mind as a demand but dissolving to a murmur.

Going, running, to wherever the Military Police — or God forbid, the Scout Regiment — have your friends is the only plan of action you can think of. 

You’re supposed to make sure the people here are fine.

The need to run — go, go, go — far outweighs your logic.

“I…” The girl falters.

You hate how your voice erupts in the wake of your fear. “Where, Lucy?!”

“I don’t know! I lost track of them!” she yelps, squeezing her amber eyes shut. The hands at her sides are balled into tight, painful fists. “Isabel and Furlan got taken down by some MPs, but Levi kept going on ODM gear. He outran most of the MPs, but there was a man, a tall blonde guy, who—”

“Was he a Scout?” you press on, gritting your teeth. “Did you see the Wings of Freedom?”

“The fucking Scouts are here?” someone yelps behind you. “Oh, shit, dude. Oh, man…”

“What the hell are they doing down here?” another asks next to him. “They don’t fuck with the Underground!”

“Did the Wall missions fail?” an older girl asks under her breath. “Are they coming to wipe all of the Underground City out now?”

“Quiet,” you order, holding up a hand. It takes tensing your arm to keep the limb from shaking. “Lucy: where did you last see Levi?”

“The blonde man chased him out of the sky and into the streets. No one knows. We couldn’t see where they went, but it… I’m so sorry, James.”

Lucy’s voice is so small that you barely hear her.

All you can focus on is his voice ringing in your head, a whisper against the thin line of white noise filling your body.

Protect them.

You’re ready.

You’re so ready to fire up your ODM gear to chase after him, to fight off every single bastard who thinks about laying a finger on your friends.

We won’t get arrested. We’re too fast on ODM gear.

“What do we do, James?”

The MPs won’t stand a chance.

“Can she hear us? Is she freaking out?”

You want me to be the last person standing.

“James!”

Lucy shrieks in your face, breaking your delusion.

You blink back into your body to see a dozen faces staring back at you in various stages of grief.

Fear.

You focus on the way a tear streams down Lucy’s youthful face. It brings you back to when you picked her up off the streets. A kid, just like you, looking for food scraps and shelter — her mother had passed away at a young age, leaving her to fend for herself.

You knew what that was like, so you promised protection. A roof over her head. Food in her belly.

A chance at life.

Just like he once gave to you.

Now you’re the only leader left standing. The other three are either arrested — or worse.

You’re all that stands between dragging her back to the streets or pushing her to the gallows.

(You’re all anyone in this gang has.) 

I need you to be safe.

Levi’s voice tickles the outer shell of your ear, whispering past despite the dead wind.

You want to hate him. You really do.

But you promised.

Lucy’s lower lip trembles as she takes a step forward. 

This time you stay put, too frozen from the numbness in your body. 

“James… please, tell us: what do we do?”

You don’t know.

You wish you did, but you don’t know.

You want to tell them to run, to run as fast as they can and never look back.

You want to tell them that you don’t know how to do this without Isabel or Furlan.

You want to tell them you’d rather die than know a life without Levi.

But you promised.

I’ll keep them safe.

I know you will. Echoing in your mind like an omen. I trust you.

“If they’re arrested, then the MPs will be storming the apartment at any minute.”

You finally answer without an ounce of emotion. You can’t stomach thinking past protocol.

“We don’t have time to get our stuff. Organize yourselves into teams of three. Find the safe houses and don't come out until you hear from me. Take a single runner out to Roxy’s. They owe me a few favors, so they should give you table scraps until this blows over.”

“Are you getting Ackerman?” An older girl holding onto her brother’s small shoulders pipes up from your right.

“And Church?” Another person asks. “Magnolia?”

Refusing to think further than the present crisis, you shake your head.

“They all knew the risks of this heist. Right now, my priority is keeping everyone here safe. So go — and avoid detection the best you can. Leave the rest to me, alright?"

You pause, making eye contact with those staring at you. In front of you is a gradient of nerves.

(Everyone knows the risks of running with a gang in the Underground, no matter the price.)

"I said go, goddamnit!”

At your shouted order, most don’t hesitate to run.

The crowd forms into smaller clusters of refugees as they run towards the emergency routes you’ve mapped a hundred times before.

You don’t have time to panic.

You don’t have time to mourn about what could have been.

(A house gleaming in the sunlight with its windows open. The scent of a fresh meal being cooked. The soft meow overlapping over pleasant conversation about nothing at all.)

After all, you made a promise — 

And if three of the Underground’s most notorious gang leaders have been caught, then it’s only a matter of time until the manhunt ends with you.

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.

.

  Week after week, your numbers dwindle. 

Day in and day out, houses are raided for anyone associated with Ackerman, Church, and Magnolia.

Bars, brothels, and drug dens are scoured for that missing puzzle piece.

Military Police, emboldened by their victory, are adamant to find anyone involved in their gang.

Most found are arrested.

Some offer information for a chance at immunity.

By the fourth week, the gang dissolves into half of its original number.

However, the rampant pursuit slows after the sixth week, and by the seventh, the Military Police stop searching.

The city becomes boisterous again for an entirely different reason, falling back to its routes of debauchery and strife.

Panic of those still in hiding twists into remorse, remorse into doubt, and soon the doubt creeps into what was once an impenetrable fortress.

And somewhere you failed.

Maybe it was because you kept your promise and never went after Levi, Isabel, and Furlan the day they disappeared.

Maybe it was because no one ever saw them again, creating a shroud of mystery in their disappearances. Most people assumed they were arrested and tortured for information. Others hoped they were able to at least die in a merciful way.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because you gave up.

The longer you fought without your three friends, the longer you ran around the Underground City hiding from authority, the harder it became to remember why you were trying so hard to be the last person standing. 

Hiding with nothing to go back to — that was what waited for you at the end of all of this.

To make new headquarters on mere piles of rubble, alone.

People continue to get caught. 

People continue to lose their lives.

You were ready—

Ready to give up.

Ready to join the fate of so many others.

Ready to lose.

(All things considered, you had a good run.)

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.

.

.

  Eight weeks.

It takes eight whole weeks for someone to finally rat you out.

In exchange for immunity, a scared newcomer snitched to the Military Police about the location of your hideout — and you can’t blame them.

The Underground City has always been a dog-eat-dog pit.

That, however, doesn’t mean you don’t still run.

The crisp, metallic zip of the pulley cuts the air every time you push through the alleyways, leaving the Military Police unit in the dust. Wind frays your hair, whipping pieces of it into your face as you run along brick walls and push for the a momentous swing.

It has been weeks of these chases, all evaded in the dust, but something feels different about this pursuit.

The officers feel confident this time.

Ready.

Another unit of MPs pursue on foot, shouting and taunting for your surrender, but they're no match for your swift escape.

The two officers following with ODM gear cannot match the sharpness of your turns.

You don’t know why you keep running.

Why can’t you just stop running?

In your lingering rage you almost want to turn back, take a knife, and attack.

To earn the heaviness of a murder charge on your shoulders. 

You want to lash out—

To make someone hurt— 

But you just keep running.

In your time of solitude, you've wondered how the end of all things went that day. Did those pigs take turns kicking Furlan with his hands tied behind his back? Did they drag Isabel through the street? Did they cut out Levi's tongue for back talk?

You hope they gave the MPs hell.

The imaginative injustices — the cruelty — fuels your fantasy of revenge.

Through another alleyway and into the streets, you latch onto another building and swing to your left to continue through the streets of— 

Wait.

Skirting around a corner, you see something briefly whip around a corner in a cloud of exhaust.

(Was that emerald?)

Your attention turns to the distinct color that entered your line of sight before it disappears.

Your eyes widen with recognition, but it's too late.

You failed again.

One look to your side is all it takes for a solid, heavy object to slam straight into you from the opposite direction, knocking a spear clean out of the neighboring wall.

The ODM gear jolts, causing you to jerk and drop abruptly to the dirt beneath. Your forearms shield your face from the dirt and debris as your body skids across the dirt path.

Before you even realize what's happening, you're scrambling to your feet. Metal clangs from the jostled handles in your palms as you push yourself up.

Your right arm reels back, fist clenched, and flies in an attempt to connect — and it does.

The punch lands directly in someone's face. The bone crunches under you knuckles.

A person yells in pain and grabs their nose, giving you ample opportunity to attack further. Your leg swings, kicking your boot square into their abdomen. You recognize the way their breath squelches: the wind rips right out of their lungs.

You want them to feel pain, just as you’ve felt pain.

You want them to suffer, just as you've suffered.

It doesn't matter who they are.

When the attacker is incapacitated, you make a choice: you turn the opposite direction, taking off into a sprint.

And you run, if only for a few seconds.

Because that very same emerald flash appears in your peripheral vision.

In just one breath, your feet get tangled up and send you flying to the ground you'd just found yourself lying upon.

A pair of hands suddenly tug at the back of your shirt, pushing you further into the muddied street. A forceful forearm presses down harder, pinning you to the ground. A pebble digs into your cheekbone, its jagged edge slicing into your skin. 

Trapped.

You grit your teeth, fighting the painful hold with everything you have. You shout and yell like a woman possessed, kicking your boots deeper into the Earth to propel forward, but you can't move.

(Give up — why can’t you just give up?)

Then a deep baritone voice pulls you from your erratic defenses, smooth like honey.

“James.”

Your last name on a stranger's tongue makes your stomach churn.

You continue fighting, digging the toe of your boot further for purchase.

Suddenly pain explodes in your scalp. Something pulls your chin high from the crown on your head, forcing your attention to the sky. What greets you is a tall, built figure above.

From the street lamp, you see it’s a man — early thirties, broad shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and neatly-combed blonde hair.

This mysterious man stares down at you, standing at full height. He doesn't acknowledge the person holding you down, knotting your hair in their balled fist.

One after the other, two more emerald cloaks drop down from the sky, their faces obscured by their hoods.

Blinking away from his face, you see it: his tan, cropped jacket, with white and blue wings outstretched against one another, pointing high with dignity.

The Wings of Freedom.

It's the Survey Corps, in the flesh.

“Four whole Scouts for little old me?” you chide.

The person holding you down rips your torso up higher, causing an immense strain in your spine.

You wince at the sensation of nearly being broken in half but refuse to make noise.

They don't get that satisfaction, not yet.

(You've felt worse.)

The blonde man above you does not react. He continues to stare, however, when he addresses another in his squadron.

“Get her up on her knees, Miche.”

The man behind you — presumably Miche — yanks you from the dirt to settle you on your calves. Without your arms to support you, you’re left floundering at his will.

“What?” you ask through clenched teeth. "Are the Scouts so bored of getting eaten alive that they've come to the Underground on a field trip?”

The man makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. His crystal blue eyes slide slowly from the crown of your head, past your face, then rest at your chest.

“Surface made?” he comments in a languid, baritone voice.

When you jostle against Miche's grip on your back, a feather-esque sensation brushes across your sternum.

Then you realize:

He’s staring at your necklace.

“Stolen?” the blonde man asks again, and venom poisons your tongue at his slander. Somehow you manage to hold a response.

You sneer instead, turning your attention to the side of a building.

A painful beat passes.

You hear the man’s boots near, crunching under packed dirt.

“My name is Commander Erwin Smith, of the Survey Corps," he introduces, not fazed by your lack of cooperation. "I was informed that you’re not only the muscle of this operation, but one of its four founding leaders. Is this true?”

He’s met with another stretch of silence.

“Handling operations for seven weeks without the help of your comrades is impressive.”

Another step.

“Or has it been closer to eight?”

“What do you want, surface scum?” you finally murmur, eyes locked on a particular patch of moss growing at the foundation of the building.

He exhales through his nose, contemplating. You continue to look away.

“Your protection is gone, James," Erwin begins. "Your gang, eradicated. Your people have fled — abandoned you, to save themselves.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him.

Erwin evades your feigned ignorance. “A bounty has been on your head for two months. You’ve done all you can to avoid detection, but from where I stand, I see someone out of options.”

Your nostrils flare, unwilling to betray yourself in the face of the truth.

He isn’t wrong — it’s been the end of the line for weeks now.

You’ve run on borrowed time and a promise you barely believe in anymore.

You’re so tired.

“The Military Police would be glad to round out their gallows with someone responsible for embarrassing them so thoroughly.”

Is that where Levi ended up, in the gallows next to Isabel and Furlan?

(Are they no longer alive, just as everyone suspected?)

When you continue to stare at the adjacent wall, the man behind you tugs at your mangled hair and rips your focus back to the man in front of you.

The toe of the Commander’s boot is in line with your muddied knee.

From this angle, he's practically on top of you.

“However, I believe the finality of a noose is a great waste of potential talent.”

His eyes bore into yours when he slowly, carefully, drops to your height. His ivory-white knee plants gently into the dirt.

You blink up to his face, unable to suppress your confusion.

“Potential talent?” you hiss back, ignoring the searing pain in your scalp. “What is this, a pitch?”

The Commander hums. “I don’t pretend to know how extensive your crimes are, James. What I do know, however, is that you have an out.”

“Yeah?” you ask. “And what’s that, O' Golden One?”

Erwin’s eyes drop to the ground, so you follow suit without moving your head. From the edge of your vision you see it — the ODM gear still hooked around your hips.

“How long did it take you to properly handle ODM gear?” he asks with a genuine intrigue.

“Barely took me a week,” you lie under your breath.

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” he agrees. “Most of our recruits take months, sometimes even years, to masterfully scale the way you can.”

“Sounds shitty to me.”

“In a way.” A beat passes. Commander Erwin’s jaw sets. “Which is why I’m asking you to join the Scout Regiment under my command.”

You can’t help it — the anger disappears in a bark of a laugh.

It’s a request you never see coming, not a million years or a thousand lifetimes.

You’ve avoided the Military Police for weeks, only for a Scout to offer you… what? A twisted version of salvation in his army? 

The words blurt out of your mouth faster than you can help it.

“Join the Scouts?” He nods once to your yelp of a question. “Are you fucking insane?”

“Are you?” Erwin challenges. “Both options lead to your death. The only difference is choosing to make your death matter.”

“A noose or being eaten alive,” you snidely respond. “Gosh, Commander, which sounds less painful?”

“What do you think your friends would have selected, if given a choice?”

The swiftly-timed question is a punch straight to your gut.

Unable to stop your eyes from widening, you hate how your blood chills with panic.

How you can see that glint in the commander’s eyes when he’s finally, finally, caught your weak spot.

Seeing the visceral reaction, he continues. "Before they expired, would they have chosen to die here? Or would they have chosen a new life."

Was he saying…?

Was he saying they were already dead?

Isabel. Furlan.

Le…

Your lower lip trembles as you hold back from thinking about that final name.

You barely recognize your own voice when you speak, low and dangerous.

“How dare you…”

Erwin’s gaze is unwavering. “I’m asking you—”

“Don’t talk about them.”

“—what would they have chosen.”

“I said don’t talk about them!” you shout in his face, losing your cool.

His chin tilts a fraction of an inch, expression stoic.

“Then what about your fellow comrades, the people who laid down their lives for your safety — would they have wanted a chance?”

Despite yourself, you push with your boot to propel towards the blonde. “You disgusting piece of sh— fuck!”  

Miche rips your head back impossibly further, exposing your neck to the Commander. Erwin stands tall, pulling out a long sword from its metal sheath. The cool, sharp end of the blade rests against your throat.

If he wanted to, he could end your life right here in the streets.

If he wanted to, he could make this so much easier on you.

But he won’t.

This isn’t about ease.

It’s about power, control — total submission.

A part of you wants to push against the blade to make it easier.

No noose. No titans.

Just here.

But you promised.

Last one standing.

“...what happened to them?” you ask, unable to stop the crack in your voice.

If this is it, then you might as well know.

Commander Erwin keeps his blade held towards you. “I don’t know.”

“But it was you that day, wasn’t it?” You ease down to your knees again. Miche loosens his hold on your body. “You're the one that went after them two months ago. When there was a heist, it wasn’t just MPs chasing them. There were Scouts—”

“I don’t have all day, James.”

He interrupts the beginning of your emotional spiral with cutthroat apathy. His arm lowers when you do not retaliate. 

“Your hand-to-hand combat expertise is needed within our regiment. Combine that with your unique ODM handling, and I see a formidable redemption in your future—”

He continues to speak, detailing your servitude should you accept his terms.

You can feel the fight, the fire, ebbing to dying ember.

You’re so tired.

You’re so done with running.

(I’m so sorry, Levi.)

“—and you would presume a title under my command, the rank of a Lieutenant—”

“Wait.”

He pauses when you speak up, catching the oddity of his words. Your lifeless vision connects with his.

“Lieutenants don’t exist in your shitty Scout Corps.”

Erwin nods. “That’s correct. Lieutenants do not."

"Then why..."

"A title will deter animosity. Those who look down at you cannot question your authority."

"Because I'm not from the surface," you reason.

"Yes," he says.

"You're willing to give me an edge on the rest of your people. Why?" You watch him, trying to figure him out before he tells you for himself. “Why not just make me regular front-line titan fodder?”

Erwin seems to consider this, if only for a beat.

Then he speaks with an unshakable certainty:

“Because you know what it means to survive. That, in itself, is vital.”

Your shoulders slump as your body shuts down from the eternal fight.

So this is a choice, but it’s no choice at all.

Your life will not matter in the Scouts. The commander is right: you will die, perhaps not today, but at least choosing the Scouts guarantees the sunrise one single time.

Just like you once promised you'd see with the three of your friends.

And in the moment you mourn — the loss of your friends, the loss of your life, what could have been if that job really had worked out.

(What does it matter when you die, so long as it's soon?)

You grip onto a sense of hopelessness like a vice.

Grief.

Then—

Rage.

As swift as a sudden earthquake, you feel it tremble from your shins to your knees, up your torso and through your heart, filling every red hot blood cell in your body.

It was him.

You’re so sure of it.

Commander Erwin would have been the one responsible for turning Levi, Furlan, and Isabel into the Military Police. He was the one who would have sent your friends to their deaths — or did he kill them himself?

And if he was the one to kill them, then why would he offer you a choice to escape?

(Was this the same choice he gave the others?)

Levi would have never agreed to the Scouts. Furlan, Isabel — they would have followed whatever he chose.

They must have died the very day the heist went wrong eight weeks ago.

It’s why Erwin won’t confirm or deny their fates.

Sickness floods your body, but you hold onto the one thing that will keep their spark with you.

That rage.

They really think you’ll comply.

They really think you won’t burn and take the Scout Regiment down with you.

You’ll kill him.

You’ll kill Commander Erwin Smith, then Miche, then every single Scout that steps into your path until someone’s smart enough to take you down themselves.

“Fine, then.”

You speak, knowing your word is as doomed as the fire in your veins.

“I’ll do it."

You meet Erwin's intense gaze, signing your fate with blood on the dotted line.

"I’ll join the Scouts.”

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author's note: I'm glad we collectively giggled and screamed and kicked our feet in the last few chapters. It was a marvelous time. Now I'm out here ruining everything.

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[leviismybby]

wait why they arguing over the new of art?????

Because some people claim that it's Erwins others say it's not. Personally I think it's just a bolo tie lmao, military officers wear them all the time, so does Levi when he is wearing the green coat uniform. We have seen him wear it before. This fandom can't have fun for shit because we take everything too seriously. I am nuteral as Switzerland in this situation because it's just official art ffs. Reminds me of people arguing over that jacket he wore in season 2 haha.

[ery-atkins]

Operazione Chariot - 38. Epilogo (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1486815671-operazione-chariot-38-epilogo?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AnnaColo0 Francia, Marzo 1942 - Un piccolo caccia della Royal Air Force viene abbattuto nella campagna francese, lungo il Fronte Occidentale. Per i due piloti non c'è alcuna speranza: catturati da una brigata tedesca, torturati per informazioni su una importante azione militare degli Alleati. Allo spietato capitano Weilman si contrappone il Maggiore Erwin Smith, altrettanto desideroso di ottenere informazioni; almen fino a che qualcosa non scatterà nella mente del giovane ufficiale, portando alla luce vecchi debiti e promesse. Dal testo: "Aveva cercato in tutti i modi di tenere su l'aereo, tirando al massimo la cloche, sterzando ripetutamente per non costringere il piccolo caccia allo stallo, ma era stato tutto inutile: le ali non riuscivano a catturare correttamente l'aria, trapassate come erano, mentre dal motore usciva una scia di fumo nero." La ff, ancora in corso, si propone di partecipare alla Challenge AU indetta sul forum efp da Donnie TZ. Prompt: Historical AU! IIWW = seconda guerra mondiale.

[newergrowup]

my very young roomate said my ff has taylor swift vibes... ive never been more mortified.

anyway check it out. it's an eruri filled with existential crisis and me experimenting

10am Gare Du Nord

[chopzoe]

Since I've already have a list for fem! Levi, here are my headcanons for Erwin you rascals, which is completely not late to the game at all lmao [List in progress]

naughty:

- average length and girth tbh (still big for Levi)

- Bi king, says he doesn't have a preference

- He prefers to be more receiving when it comes to an4l sex

- loves to suck Levi's cock/eat her pussy like it's a meal

- falls in love easily but is realistic about it

- his libido is rather low and most of the time he would just snuggle but Levi gets him every time lol

- he gets hard(er) when Levi grabs or slaps his ass, it's like a switch for him

general (canonverse and {modern} au):

- he is pretty minimalistic when it comes to owning stuff except for books which probably could fill up a room alone

- speaking of books, he mostly reads non-fiction but you could find some history/fantasy stuff as well

- he is very generous and his friends and colleagues sometimes joke about how they feel like he's their grandma bc he's is always the one to hand you money and food/snacks

- he has a silly dad joke type of humour

- he tends to get tired when drinking

- he doesn't vomit when he's got too much and rather sits in the corner or lies sprawled across a surface of choice to the point he appears dead and it freaks people out when they don't know

- in fact someone called the ambulance/medics once and when they got there Erwin just stood up like I'm fine who's hurt??

- always cooks too much and has no conception of rational amounts and it drives Levi crazy sometimes (who is gonna eat all that???)

modern au/specifically for my ff a child and a cat:

- his parents are divorced and he lived with his mother until he graduated from school

- he moved out from home pretty early when he was about 17 and shared a flat with Mike (omg they were roommates)

- he always had the better relationship with his father

- unfortunately, his mother doesn't approve of Levi which has caused a strain on the relationship between her and Erwin

- he was in therapy when his father died and occasionally still has some moments of depression but he can manage

- his father died in a car accident on the way to work bc the other driver ran a red light

- he loves dogs but cats grew on him as well since he started dating Levi and it's gotten to the point where he stops in his tracks whenever he sees a cat lmao

- has been in a chess club in school and even took part in tournaments

- he is tech savvy

-his favourite colour is purple

[depitaangeline]

FANFIC RANT/REALIZATION:

I CAN'T BELIEVE I ONLY JUST REALIZED THAT THE AUTHORS @riewritten @rinamars OF TWO OF MY FAV FICS, "Dusk in the Brightest" and "So terrified by nothing" KNOW EACH OTHER/ARE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER OMG!!! 😭😭😭 IDK THIS REALIZATION JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY FOR SOME REASON!! AND I JUST WANT U GUYS TO KNOW THAT I'M ALWAYS ON STAND BY EVERY TIME YOU GUYS UPDATE YOUR FICS CUZ I ALWAYS GET SO HAPPY AND EXCITED FOR IT!!!

I still can't believe this...IT JUST FEELS SO UNREAL!! (NOT TO MENTION THAT I'M READING ONE ON AO3 WHILE THE OTHER ONE ON QUOTEV 😭💗)

Ps. Also!!! If ya'll have already read these two and want some more Erwin x reader, I highly HIGHLY recommend "Early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon" by @arteastica cuz I just started reading it this week and I'm already invested! (Just like how I felt with the two of the former ffs I read!)

Check it out if you still haven't yet, cuz I promise, it's worth the read! 💕

[cosmicjoke]

that person seems to just not accept that Levi didn't have feelings for anyone and I can already tell who they ship him with but whatever

I agree with you, whenever there is romance in Attack on Titan it is always mentioned, Isayama never left it up for interruption with anyone. Hell, he even did it with Erwin, I mean what was the point of Marie? We never even saw Marie and she wasn't in any way important to the story yet she was brought up about twice by Erwin himself. Sasha and Nicollo too, we saw them together what? One time and Isayama still made it obvious.

I just think that some people have a hard time accepting that Levi doesn't need some interest and I don't get the obsession or need people have to make Levi have a lover.

As for the new volume coming out, ffs can't we just have something for Levi on his own? Levi is his own character and he has his own story to tell and I again, don't get the obsession some people have of Levi having romantic feelings for anyone and expecting Isayama to confirm something that he never even intended in the story.

Sorry for the rant but I can't stand when people just don't appreciate Levi for who he is and his actual canon bonds with people in his life. Thank you for your time 💓

Right, exactly. Erwin and Marie is a good example too, and Sasha and Nicollo. These are very small, fleeting romantic connections between characters, but they're still plainly stated as such. There's never any ambiguity with Isayama when he intends for two characters to be linked romantically, even if it's one sided, like between Reiner and Historia or Bertolt and Annie.

I don't understand either why it's so hard for people to just accept Levi as his own, individual character who doesn't have a love interest. How would Levi being in love with someone make him more interesting? I write literal books about Levi just on his own. He's more than complex enough without needing some romantic connection.

And I also agree. It's irritating as hell that people are even trying to make the upcoming story about Levi about some non-existent love story for him. I guess Levi's tragic childhood just doesn't matter to these people, or isn't interesting enough. The only way Levi counts for them is if he's in love with someone else. Talk about objectifying. They might as well start calling him Mr. Smith or Mr. Hange, or whatever surname of whatever character they ship him with, since, to them, he's just an object that's there to bolster someone else.

As for me, I'd much rather learn about Levi's actual life. His story deserves to be told and further examined.

[bita-bita]

AoT women + Hange reacting to sitting on their lap (used C.ai)

These ladies make me gayer 😫

ALSO, THEY CAN GET SUGGESTIVE SO... BEWARE. *cough* only Hange *cough*

Mikasa:

Sasha:

Annie:

That was a forced ownership 👁👄👁 I was scared ffs

Ymir:

hdhjrheirjjrirhekrj *dies* ❤

Hange:

*chokes on air* EXCUSE ME-..???