#i can just imagine the small smile on erwins face when he realizes a student really took on something i said

[bluebellhairpin]

college professors nerwin that teach the same things, but in different fonts 👀👀👀. same material, but different interpretations. students from both of your classes host their own debate sessions with each other in their free time because of the inconsistences between the two lectures supposedly teaching the same thing. Some students even find they prefer what the other professor is saying bc it just makes sense. And those students will be the ones that ask a question no one else in the class is thinking at times, but that each professor will know is something that student got from their partner's teachings. You'll both smile knowingly and maybe make little jokes as you explain your position and it's just so CUTE!! Like the students love the way you both respect each other's learnings but still have a great time poking fun at one another to your students. Real OTP type stuff uwu. I'm imagining y'all both teaching like mythology or smth similar :3. <333333333333

this concept is such a good one, and I didn't have it myself bc I was picturing erwin teaching English Lit, and myself teaching Art History - purely bc I think both our special interest line up with those really well (and honestly I think they're pretty similar too, personally).

BUT this idea is a Top Tier idea. I see it working with English Lit pretty easily (since I feel Erwin goes quite the traditional route, whereas I make up my own ideas and encourage students to do the same ("Break free from the machine children.")).

AND it could work really well with Art History too, especially when it comes to analyzing artworks because (and it was something I got very well when I was studying myself) you can make any argument about any artwork, and as long as you can explain yourself you have a Valid Argument. You could be set to analyze an artwork that is literally just a blue canvas and make the analysis that it actually represent Happiness, and as long as you can explain it you can get an A+. Makes plenty of leeway for everyone's interpretations, like art is meant to.

basically I agree with you 100%, and I won't go on bc I'll go WILDLY off topic about the art side of things (it was the one subject in school i enjoyed learning about (I could've sat 30 art exams and have done each happliy lol)).

[capitainelevi]

Can we get some doctor petra and janitor levi pls 😭❤️

Thank you for the ask!! ❤️

Petra is a pediatrician, and Levi likes to watch her play with children. He always sweeps up the floor 3-4 times more than he should, so he can stay longer in the room when she’s there. Petra also enjoys watching him sweep since his muscular arms are her favorite body part of his body.

Levi leaves little gifts like a flower or candy in Petra’s locker every day, and she’s still trying to figure out who her secret admirer is. Eld, Gunther, and Oluo tease her about it all the time. She secretly hopes it’s Levi, the grumpy janitor.

Petra works with a group of students and Levi likes to terrorize them with his cleanliness. He always yells at them to stop dirtying his floors. One time, Eren forgot to change his street shoes before entering Levi’s sector. He almost passed out when he realized what he’d done. Eren just knew Levi would know what he did, and the look Levi gave him after confirmed it. Sasha once dropped a croissant on the floor and just ran out of the hospital. The kids told Petra about how scary Levi is, and Petra told them they’re just imagining things because Levi is always sweet with her and her patients.

On days when Petra comes in late without her usual coffee cup in hand, Levi always makes sure to get her caffeine fix. When she’s on call and it’s a quiet night, Levi likes to work overtime so he can keep her company. He enjoys hearing her talk about her family, friends, and hobbies for hours. Petra tells him she enjoys making candles for herself and her friends. She notices the small smile he gave at that and gifts him one the next day.

Levi’s had a crush on her for a few years, but never got the courage to ask her out. Erwin and Hange know about it and they’re always giving him pieces of advice and pep talks. One morning, he decides to just get that over with. He walks up to her and the only words that come out of his mouth are “You, me, dinner”. He cringes at what he managed to come up with and he starts getting sweaty. Petra thinks he is adorable and just replies with her address and a time to pick her up.

Levi arrives at her building an hour earlier with flowers in his hands. He just keeps pacing in front of the door and only goes up 5 minutes before they are supposed to meet, so he can have time to pace in front of her door as well. Petra opens it for him and Levi almost chokes on his saliva. She is wearing a pale pink bodycon dress with some flats (which he appreciated) and some light makeup. Her face lights up when he gives her the flowers

Petra always told Levi that he’s such a mystery to her, so he plans to take her to his favorite spots in town for their first date. Levi knows Petra has a sweet tooth, so the first stop is his favorite bakery so she can try the macaroons. It turns out that they share a favorite dessert. Next, they get food from a street vendor and they take a walk through the park. Levi takes Petra’s hand in his and she squeezes it to assure him. They stop at Levi’s favorite tea house and Petra has never seen Levi so lively before. He recommends her a tea blend and they talk for a few hours. Levi admits that he’s her secret admirer and she tells him she was hoping that he was.

Petra tells him she doesn’t want the night to end, so he suggests going on the roof of his building to stargaze. They lay down on a blanket Levi brings from his apartment, and when he sees Petra’s dilated pupils and parted lips, he kisses her. He walks her home after, his mind already filled with ideas for their second date.

This was so cheesy and sweet I got cavities 🤭🤭

[redchestnut]

We can be Heroes (just for one day)

Summary:

At the end of the 1960s, the resistance took to the streets of Paradis demanding justice and the fall of the wall Maria.

Loving is a revolutionary act.

AO3 link here

TW: Police Brutality/Gun Violence

(I'm an idiot and completely forgot that it was supposed to be fluff until I was almost finished writing it. The ending is happy though, I promise.)

Written for Levihan Drabble Week (@levihan-drabbles).

Prompt: "Don't you have a country to run?" "My favorite person is in the hospital, the country can wait" "I don't think it works like that." "I run the country, so it does."

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“I can remember

Standing by the wall

And the guns shot above our heads

And we kissed as though nothing could fall”

David Bowie - Heroes

"Don't you have a country to run?"

"My favorite person is in the hospital, the country can wait," replied the man, stubbing out his cigarette and standing from his elegant desk.

"I don't think it works like that," she replied. Her biting tone could barely hide the jealousy that she knew she couldn't feel.

"I run the country, so it does," he spat as he pulled on his jacket.

The woman stopped looking at him and went to the window that covered an entire wall of the large office. “The resistance is gathering strength, Goldwick. The international gaze is on you," she insisted.

"The resistance is nothing more than a bunch of idealists who do not know their place in society and would rather be starving, like the parasites on the other side. And the international union is a joke. They will not get involved unless it suits them." The man paused before opening the door. "And Catt," he called out to her, causing her to turn around, "don't forget that you are only my assistant, not my advisor. You do your job. The police will take care of the radicals. And I'm going to meet my newborn son." The man left slamming the door and leaving her alone. On the other side of the window, the landscape of the Shiganshina square was invaded by smoke. Despite not being able to hear anything, she could imagine the sound of screams of the protest and police sirens. In the background, the wall was imposing. Catt knew it was nothing more than a symbol: the barrier that would prevent ideas from the other side of the world from reaching here. The barrier that would protect the supposed freedom of Paradis from the enemy.

* * *

“We’re born free. All of us. Free. Some don’t believe it, some try to take it away. To hell with them!” The surrounding crowd cheered and shouted.

"Isn't he too young? All of them?" Hange asked Erwin next to her, as they watched Eren who was still speaking through the megaphone. “If they are friends with Levi's cousin, that means none of them have finished school yet.”

"You're right. They are young. But that doesn't mean they don't realize the truth."

"I agree, Erwin, but it's still dangerous. You know the police won't care if they catch them."

Before Erwin could respond, Levi appeared at their side. "The pigs are one block away. They have us surrounded." He said catching his breath.

"But we are hundreds of thousands, what are they planning to do?" Hange asked, annoyance beginning to appear in her voice.

"We will stay." Erwin said without looking at them, making Levi and Hange turn to see him. "We will stay here and wait for what they do. We're both hoping for the same thing. To settle it here once and for all." Levi and Hange looked at each other. Erwin had been the leader of the university movement from the beginning. They both trusted his judgment.

"I'll see if I can find Moblit on the next corner. Maybe we can put up a barricade. Slow down their advance." Hange said, before pushing her way through the crowd. She had barely advanced a few feet when she felt a grip on her arm. She turned around.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself," Levi asked her without letting go of her arm. Her heart melted. "I promise you, Levi. You too. Don't let them catch you. Okay?" He just nodded once and let her go.

Hange was studying medicine, yet she was mobilized by social justice. This is how she ended up in one of the meetings that Erwin, a senior history student, secretly organized each week.

In the months after, and with the constant arrival of new young people interested in the events and reality of Paradis, Erwin convinced Levi, a young man from the poorest neighborhoods of the capital, to join the movement. Their relationship had been strange from the moment Erwin introduced them. But just like the revolution, the emotions between Levi and Hange exploded suddenly and without warning. In the walks home after the meetings. The quick kisses while they stuck pamphlets on the walls in the dark. The nights of wine and forbidden records that made them forget their reality for a couple of hours. However, no bottle of wine or record lasts forever. They soon discovered that there was no room for relationships and love in the midst of the people's struggle and pain, so they decided to put down their little personal revolution.

The other corner of the big Shiganshina Square was much more crowded than the one next to the wall. Hange searched all directions for the image of her friend and classmate but he was nowhere to be found. She screamed his name, but her voice was lost among the people's chants of "bring down the wall" and the sound of clubs being struck against the shields of the police. It was a warning: chaos would start soon. She could feel it in the air.

"Hange!" Someone pushed her to the ground just before hearing a deafening noise. She turned around and found Moblit's panicked face staring behind her. Someone had thrown a Molotov cocktail just a few feet from her. The police had reacted quickly and were now running into their direction. "Shit. It's already started." Moblit took her hand and started running in the opposite direction.

* * *

Levi froze. The sound of the explosion came from where Hange was supposed to be.

"I should probably get over-there-" the blurry image of something flying past him cut him off immediately. He turned quickly to meet Zeke's gaze across the street. Despite his helmet, he could perfectly identify his hideous beard. In his hands, a riot gun.

"Isn't that your brother? When were you going to tell us he was a cop?" he heard one of his cousin's friends screaming.

"Half-brother," he heard Eren reply. The anger evident in his voice.

"Ah well, my mistake. That doesn't change that he's shooting at us!"

The discussion stopped immediately. A smoke bomb fell just a few meters from them. The crowd started running scared in different directions. Some groups advanced to the front, determined to fight the police, including Eren.

"Mikasa!" Levi screamed as he watched her run after the brat. Another bomb fell near them. This time it was tear gas. Levi started coughing. "Mikasa, come here! Shit" His throat itched so much that it was difficult for him to breathe. The smoke from the previous bomb had mixed with the smoke from the barricades and it was difficult to see around. Everywhere people ran.

"I'll go with them, Levi." Erwin suddenly appeared beside him, his mouth covered by a cloth.

"Fine, but if the police catch them, you go with them too. Forget being the hero of the rebellion."

"I leave that role to you" Erwin replied, uncovering his face only to reveal a small smile. “Go find Hange!”

"Tsk," Levi complained as he watched Erwin climb onto a bench and start haranguing people about devoting their hearts to the cause and resisting. It worked, anyway. More and more people covered their faces and ran to confront the police with rocks and whatever they found at hand.

Levi took the cravat around his neck and covered his mouth. The crowds and chaos in the center of Shiganshina square forced him to advance along the side of the wall. Where the hell is she? The anxiety in his chest made him speed up until he was almost running. His heart was pounding. The sound of gunfire came from the other corner of the square. Fuck . Now he was running.

And between the panic, the worry for his cousin and his friend, the uncertainty of the future, the danger of the situation, the pain in his muscles and the adrenaline, he thought of her eyes.

And he thought of her hair and her hands and her lips.

And he realized that he had never told her that he loved her.

And he realized that they might never get justice despite fighting their whole life. That perhaps the dictator could never be defeated. Perhaps the system was like that. That maybe the poor would always be poor. And that life was cruel.

And he realized that somehow he could accept all of that. But he could not accept, under any conditions, give up what he felt for her.

His legs stopped. In the distance, Hange was on her knees helping a woman covering her face with a handkerchief, and urging her to calm her breathing.

Levi yelled her name. She turned quickly and her eyes met his. Levi saw her speaking to Moblit, who took her place assisting the woman.

Hange got up and stared at him. In the distance the sound of two explosions filled the air. The smoke increased more and more. People kept running. The screams were mixed with the sound of the sirens and the shots did not stop on either front. Despite that, Levi thought the image was beautiful. Hange shrugged and gave him a resigned half smile. Levi's heart raced again before advancing on her. Hange did the same until they finally met halfway.

"I was so worried about you-" Hange was immediately interrupted by Levi, who grabbed her hair and pulled her close to his face. The kiss they shared seemed to slow down everything around them. The chaos was suddenly nothing more than a slow motion nebula.

"I love you!" Levi screamed once they parted, amid all the noise. "Did you hear me, Hange? I want you to know that I fucking love you!"

Before she could answer, a stream of water soaked them. A water cannon had reached the center of the square and was trying to disperse the crowd.

Hange laughed out loud as Levi brushed his wet hair from his face. "I love you too, Levi Ackerman!" she shouted out before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.

* * *

In the distance, Catt could see a young couple kissing next to the wall amid the chaos. In her hand, a fax said that General Goldwick, president of Paradis, had just been forced to abdicate, calling for early elections. Parliament, for its part, had announced the demolition of the wall.

Despite sharing different ideals, she smiled.

"To be young and not a revolutionary is a biological contradiction"

Salvador Allende (1908-1973)