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Pickalily's JeanKasa Masterpost

A masterpost of my JeanKasa fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Across the Ocean to See You

Canonverse. One shot. Jean crosses the ocean to see Mikasa.

Break My Heart Again

Canonverse. One shot. Jean loves her no matter how much it breaks his heart.

Enough

Canonverse. One shot. Jean doesn't want much for her. Even a little bit of her time would be enough.

Fall Apart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has never let herself fall apart, but even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes.

I Don't Want to Break Your Heart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa knows how fragile the heart is. Jean is willing to take all the risks despite that.

Let Her Go

Canonverse. One shot. Eren's perspective on Jean and Mikasa's relationship.

Love Makes You Stupid

Canonverse. One shot. Sasha helps Jean calm his nerves before his big day.

Pull Me In Close and Don't Let Go

Canonverse. NSFW. One shot. Jean and Mikasa go swimming in the lake.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Canonverse. One shot. As Mikasa falls apart, Jean does his best to comfort her.

Take Care of You

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa picks up her three drunk friends from a bar. Jean is particularly affectionate.

To Love and Be Loved

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has always kept Jean at arm's width. Jean's love is a little more stubborn than that.

Welcome Home

Canonverse. One shot. Jean welcomes Mikasa home after the war.

What I Want to Say

Canonverse. One shot. During a quiet moment, Jean takes the opportunity to say what he has always wanted to say.

Who I Wanted to Be and Who You Are

Canonverse. One shot. With Jean, she can be everything she wants to be. With Jean, she becomes someone she cannot be.

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Selfish

Canon Divergent. One shot. Mikasa doesn’t need love. She doesn’t even want it, really, but sometimes in the middle of the night when she’s lying wide awake with only her lonely thoughts to keep herself company … she yearns for it.

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A Shining Knight

ASOIAF AU. One shot. It takes years to become a knight. Jean knows this more than anyone. He served as a page in his youth, and he’s still serving his time as a squire. His master works for the Royal House Tybur, although the knight has yet to be bestowed with the honor of becoming a part of the Kingsguard. It was unlikely that his master ever would. Only a few knights were trusted enough to become a part of the Kingsguard, and one spot has been reserved for one person in particular even though she has yet to be knighted.

New Girl

Avengers AU. One shot. Balancing adolescence with crime-fighting would be difficult for any teenager. At least the new girl makes things a bit more bearable.

Tension

Ballet AU. “Delivery,” Jean calls, knocking at the door. He hears a muffled voice reply, “Coming!” and he leans back against the doorframe as he waits to be let in. He raises an eyebrow when the door finally opens. Jean dangles a bag, a carton of ice cream inside of it, in front of his friend’s face. “I thought you could use something nice to eat.”

Real Beauty

Celebrity AU. One shot. Jean is granted permission to shoot photos of the elusive celebrity Mikasa Ackerman.

After You

Coffee Shop AU. One shot. Jean and Annie convince each other to ask out their respective crushes. After the other person goes first, of course.

Indirect Kiss

College AU. One shot. Jean mixes tequila into his hot chocolate. Mikasa thinks it's ... an interesting combination, to say the least.

A Way to Say I Love You

Modern AU. One shot. They say there are five love languages. Jean is pretty sure that feeding your partner strange snacks is another one.

We Broke Up Series

1 | 2. Post Break-Up AU. Jean and Mikasa has broken up, but that doesn't mean their love is gone.

Muse

Reincarnation AU. One shot. Jean paints her over and over again, the woman who has haunted him even in his dreams.

What Was Lost

Reincarnation AU. One shot. In another life, maybe they can find happiness together.

I Find out My Crush Is a Mob Boss’ Daughter 

Shoujo Manga AU. One shot. Mikasa Ackerman is eating alone again. It’s been this way since the beginning of the school year. When Jean had first enrolled in Rose Academy, a private high school known for its rigorous education system, Mikasa was the first person he had noticed. It was not the shiny, black limousine nor the suited bodyguards that accompanied the first-year girl to the gate that caught Jean’s attention, although those things certainly did help. Rather, it was the way Mikasa carried herself, her head held high with a mature expression of someone well beyond her years, that intrigued Jean.

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4, 30, 42

4. What are you looking forward to?

I suppose currently I’m looking forward to Christmas cuz I’ll be getting the new Pokemon games (Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon) and Lego Marvel Super Heroes 2 which I haven’t been able to get yet. I guess I’m also looking forward to the return of Annie in AoT because what the actual fuck Isayama you’re hurting me here what have you done with my baby.

30. Favourite tv show(s)

Well, if you include anime in this then Pokemon, because shut up I don’t care what you think. No but I’m like 3 years old the fuck do I know. But as for live action stuff my favourite show is Parks & Recreation. It’s just so funny and light hearted and has an amazing cast, and I’ve watched it a bajillion times. 5/7 would recommend.

42. Favourite book(s)

Ugh…I don’t really like books. Never been one for reading. I mean I’ll read comics and manga and fanfiction, but books have never been my thing. I have read some though, obviously, so there are some that I do like. I guess my favourite book that I’ve read is probably Joel McHale’s memoir/autobiography Thanks for the Money: How to Use My Life Story to Become the Best Joel McHale You Can Be, but in terms of actual books I guess I enjoyed reading Holes by Louis Sachar and Stig of the Dump by Clive King. I also remember liking the books from the The Hardy Boys series. I can’t really remember any of the other books I’ve read. My lack of book reading probably explains why I’m so dumb and why my fics use the same words over and over. Edit: Don’t know how I forgot but I also love the Diary Of A Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney. And I guess I like some John Green books, and I enjoyed reading the first Jurassic Park book. And does the Scott Pilgrim series count? I know it’s graphic novels but I like those too

Thanks for the ask, Pickalily (or insert real name here, I don’t know what it is. I’m assuming it’s Lily since Pickalily has lily in it?).

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Pickalily's Springles Masterpost

A masterpost of my Springles fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Asitia

Canonverse. One-shot. After Sasha is gone, nothing tastes the same anymore.

Barter

Canonverse. One-shot. Sasha teaches Connie how to barter at the market.

Best Man

Canonverse. One-shot. Sasha and Connie share a few drinks with Jean.

Eating Out

Canonverse. One-shot. NSFW. Connie and Sasha discuss what to do for dinner tonight.

I Miss You

Canonverse. One-shot. Connie is surrounded by the loved ones that he misses so dearly.

Revenge

Canonverse. One-shot. After losing the cooking contest, Sasha plots her revenge against Jean with her partner in crime Connie.

The Sasha Braus Fan Club

Canonverse. One-shot. Connie shares his love for Sasha with her other biggest fan.

Sunbathing

Canonverse. One-shot. NSFW. Sasha and Connie sunbathe at the beach.

Together Now

Canonverse. One-shot. Even in death, they cannot be separated.

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Here Now

Canon Divergence. One-shot. Sasha and Connie's life after the war.

Never Leave

Canon Divergence. One-shot. Sasha and Connie find solace in each other.

The Way Back Home

Canon Divergence. One-shot. The way back home always leads them back to each other.

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Heels

Modern AU. One-shot. Sasha has always been tall. She feels subconscious about wearing high heels.

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The Dance of the Sexy Pork Cutlet Bowl

Yuri on Ice AU. One-shot. Sasha meets her figure skating idol Connie Springer.

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Pickalily's EreAni Masterpost

A masterpost of my EreAni fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Cowards

Canonverse. One-shot. Eren visits Annie's crystal.

Death of Me

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie thought mindless Titans and brainwashed Eldians would be her biggest threat. Instead, it's a boy from Shiganshina.

Found You

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie has a habit of hiding under her bangs.

The Greatest Gift of All

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie competes for Eren's affection alongside his other suitors. Eren doesn't quite understand their intentions.

How (Not) to Talk to Boys

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie's idea of flirting is not like anyone else's idea of flirting.

Interrupted

Canonverse. One-shot. Eren and Annie get handsy in the storage shed. Unfortunately, it's not as private as they'd like.

Kitten

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie and Eren find a stray kitten.

Never Understand

Canonverse. One-shot. They want to be together, but there are things between them they can never resolve.

The Only Place I Want to Be

Canonverse. One-shot. Their love is doomed from the start, but it's the only safe haven they have.

Please

Canonverse. One-shot. Eren wants one thing: to see Annie one more time.

Someone Who Understands

Canonverse. One-shot. Eren talks about losing Annie with Historia.

Sweet

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie indulges in a custard donut. It seems that she has a bit of a sweet tooth even though she'll never admit it.

Take Care

Canonverse. One-shot. Sweet words from a persistent boy.

Warrior

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie has only ever trained to be a warrior, but something about Eren Jaeger makes her let her guard down.

What I Really Want

Canonverse. One-shot. There are things that Annie wants, and then there is destiny.

The Words I Never Want to Say

Canonverse. One-shot. There are things you should never say out loud.

The Worst Thing

Canonverse. One-shot. Annie thought nothing would be worse than being a child soldier with only a slim chance of surviving the infiltration on Paradis. She was wrong. There are far worse things.

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A Christmas Miracle

Modern AU. One-shot. Annie and Eren go Christmas shopping.

All I Want for Christmas

Modern AU. One-shot. Eren loves Christmas — the decorations, the gifts, the carols. Annie, not so much.

A Lot to be Thankful For

Modern AU. One-shot. Annie helps Eren prepare a Thanksgiving dinner. Unfortunately, Eren has no idea what the fuck he's doing.

Blush

Modern AU. One-shot. Eren can spend hours just looking at his girlfriend. He loves the flush of her cheeks when she notices his gaze.

Ten Kisses

Modern AU. One-shot. Annie tries to catch Eren under the mistletoe.

Perfect Dinner

Modern AU. One-shot. Eren attempts to make the perfect dinner. Unfortunately, he's a horrible cook.

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At the End of the World

Apocalypse AU. One-shot. At the end of the world, only one thing matters.

Advice

Ballet AU. One-shot. Annie runs into Eren in a practice room and offers him a little advice.

Annie's Secret

Brooklyn 99 AU. One-shot. Annie has a secret she's trying to hide from everyone else in the precinct.

A Christmas Gift

College AU. One-shot. Eren notices that Annie is spending Christmas by herself, but holidays shouldn't be so lonely.

Can't Look At You

College AU. One-shot. Annie tries not to stare right at Eren. She doesn't want him to know the effect he has on her, but it doesn't go unnoticed by Eren.

Laundry

College AU. One-shot. Annie runs into Eren Jaeger and learns a little bit about his laundry habits.

Misunderstanding

College AU. One-shot. Eren and Annie clear up a misunderstanding between them.

Road Trip

College AU. One-shot. Annie had intended to go on her trip alone, but she ends up unwillingly taking a companion.

Wallpaper

College AU. One-shot. Annie unlocks Eren's phone not expecting to see what's on Eren's wallpaper.

Landing the Jump

Figure Skating AU. One-shot. Eren hopes to impress Annie Leonhardt at least enough to win his place as her skating partner.

The Cool Kid

High School AU. One-shot. Eren gets to know Annie Leonhardt through detention sessions.

Nicknames

High School AU. One-shot. Annie doesn't see the point in nicknames. Eren thinks she just hasn't found the right one yet, so he tries them all out.

Valentine's Grams

High School AU. One-shot. Annie hates Valentine's Day. She hates the stupid over-the-top grams people send to each other in class even more. Eren, however, loves them.

You're So Cool

High School AU. One-shot. Annie is used to switching schools constantly. She's never really bothered with making friends, but this Eren Jaeger kid is awfully persistent.

One Last Dream

La La Land AU. One-shot. Annie is an aspiring actress and Eren is a jazz musician with big dreams. Unfortunately, not all dreams can come true.

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We're a Family Now (Whether You Like It Or Not)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7. Babysitting Eren's cousin makes them family whether Annie likes it or not.

The Ice Princess and the Skateboarder

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4. Winter Olympics AU. Annie is an Olympic figure skater. Eren is an Olympic snowboarder. Together, they make an interesting pair.

Make a Wish

Part 1. xxxHolic AU. Eren is a high school student working at a wish granting shop. Annie is a cat spirit. One day, their paths cross.

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It would have been interesting if the Levi squad was a bigger group, seniors members with the newbies together. Such as cleaning for example. The dos and don'ts. Such as when they first joined the squad. Oluo and Eren teaching them how to clean.

That would be an interesting fic to read. If that interests you that is

thank you for requesting :)

welcome to squad levi

new squad levi. squad levi. canon divergent. 1799 words.

The newest recruits of the Special Operations Squad are gathered in the castle’s drawing room, most of them collapsed on the rug or couch after a long day of chores. When the young soldiers had been assigned to Captain Levi’s squad, they hadn’t expected this much cleaning even with the fair warning Eren had given them. Nobody was used to such intensive labor, and only Eren and Mikasa seem unaffected by it. The rest of their peers are moaning and groaning about how much their muscles ache. 

“I thought it wouldn’t be anything compared to the training we endured under Shadis, but the Captain really works us to the bone,” Sasha complains. She sits on the floor, her back resting against the couch. Connie sits behind her with his hands massaging her shoulders, nodding sympathetically as she complains. “He banned me from the kitchen after seeing me snacking on a few bread crusts in the pantry. Can you believe it? I just needed a little something to sustain me after cleaning so hard.”  

“Knowing you, it was more than just a little snack. You were probably going to clear out the entire pantry if the Captain hadn’t stopped you,” Jean scoffs. The tips of his ears turn red when hears Mikasa’s laughter mingling with everyone else’s.  

“I guess that’s one way to clean it," Armin muses. He sits in a chair rubbing the muscles in his arm. Every few minutes he switches to the other arm. He had been given the task of dusting the library and had somehow miraculously resisted the urge to pull out every book and flip through their pages.  

“At least the senior members are nice,” Historia says. She’s also sitting on the floor leaning against Mikasa. “Gunther helped me with dusting the shelves when he noticed I couldn’t reach the ones on the top.”  

“I don’t know about nice. Eld told me if I left any streak marks on the window that the Captain would chop off my limbs and feed them to Titans on our next expedition,” Jean says with a shudder.  

“He was just teasing you. Captain Levi would never do that. It’d be too messy to have to haul around your disembodied limbs,” Eren says earnestly, and Jean scowls at him.  

“Auruo talks too much,” Mikasa says. “He kept telling me I was doing everything wrong and tried to do everything for me.”  

“Petra is nice,” Armin says. He curls up in the armchair, his legs pulled up underneath him and his arms wrapped around his legs. He rests his chin on his knees. He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of the fireplace on his skin as the flames flicker in the hearth. “She kept giving me pointers. I barely got scolded by the Captain when he came by to inspect our work.”  

Connie waves off Armin’s words with a dismissive hand. “No, the Captain just likes small, cute people. If you and Petra were working in the same room, of course he’d go easy on the both of you.”  

“He’s not nice to me,” Historia sniffs. “He kept telling me I missed the cobwebs in the corner. At least Gunther was nice enough to take the blame and say it was his fault for not teaching me how to clean properly.” 

“Maybe you’re just not cute enough,” Mikasa suggests, and she smirks when Historia whips her head around to give Mikasa a scandalized look for even suggesting such a thing.  

“It’s not that bad. The Captain is just really difficult to please,” Eren says. He reaches up to tug at a lock of his hair nervously. He knows it’s not his job to make his friends’ time in the Special Operations Squad enjoyable — it’s not like they can leave if they want to — but he does want to make this as painless for them as possible.  

“What’s that guy’s deal anyway? I don’t think I’ve seen him smile once,” Jean says with a scowl. Like Historia, he had also been scolded by the Captain for his poor cleaning skills and was made to redo all his work on cleaning the windows. He had been one of the last to be relieved of his duties for the night and he’s still sour about it.  

They aren’t thoughts that Eren hadn’t had himself regarding the Captain, but it makes Eren antsy to hear it from the mouths of his peers. Eren stammers, “It’s not so bad. He just values cleanliness. You guys will get used to it soon enough.” 

“I guess his height isn’t the only thing about him that’s short,” Connie snickers. “He’s got a short fuse, too.” 

“It’s not like you’re very tall yourself, so who are you to talk about height?” Sasha grins, poking a pouting Connie in the thigh.  

“Maybe he’s just old and grumpy,” Mikasa says, which elicits some grins and surprised giggles from her peers who aren’t used to her badmouthing their superiors. Then again, she’s never been fond of the Captain to begin with.  

Historia sits up straight, a strange expression on her face. It’s oddly stern, brow furrowed slightly, and her mouth is set in a thin line. In a deep voice that’s clearly meant to be a mockery of the Captain’s, Historia says, “Ackerman, if you don’t get the dust underneath the rug, you’ll be cleaning the stable tomorrow as well.”  

“You guys,” Eren begins. His gaze flickers towards the hallway nervously as his friends burst into laughter around him. It’s no use warning them because his words are being drowned out by their laughter.  

“Pretty good, but his expression is more pinched,” Connie says, abandoning his task of rubbing Sasha’s shoulders so that he can give his own impression of the Captain. His grin disappears as his expression sobers before being replaced by one that looks just like the Captain’s. Like Historia, he also mimic’s the Captain’s low tone as he says, “You little shits better clean every speck of dust in this castle or else I’ll feed you to the Titans.”  

“That’s not -” Eren begins, but Armin interrupts him. 

“The Captain’s vocabulary is vulgar, but he doesn’t throw curses around so frivolously,” Armin says.  

“You should try it then,” Sasha grins. 

“Try it, try it!” Connie chants while the rest of their friends goad Armin on.  

“Ah, I really shouldn’t,” Armin begins. 

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t,” Eren  chimes, but his timid warning is drowned out by his friends’ cheers when Armin assumes his own imitation of the Captain’s typical stern expression.  

Armin tilts his head ever so slightly so that he’s looking down at his friends from the bridge of his nose. “Pipe down, brats, or I’ll have you scraping shit from the stables all day tomorrow.” 

Everyone bursts into laughter after Armin’s impression — even Eren can’t help cracking a smile — until a voice suddenly says, “That’s not how Captain Levi sounds like at all.”  

The startled friends turn their heads towards the doorframe where the senior members of Squad Levi are standing  with amused expressions on their faces.  

Auruo strolls forward, arms outstretched in a shrug. “Mocking our captain, I see. A pathetic attempt to capture any of his aura. It’s laughably bad. It’s a good thing the Captain wasn’t here to see how awful it was.”  

“Yeah, it’s not enough to copy his expression. You need to copy his entire demeanor,” Eld says with a lopsided grin. He  gestures for Petra to enter the room. “Come on, Petra. Show these kids how it’s done.”  

“I don’t know,” Petra begins, her voice trailing off uncertainly even as the corners of her mouth curve upward in a helpless smile. She coughs when she notices all the eyes on her and then says, “Alright, just once then.”  

Petra gestures for Eld and Gunther to stand in front of her. She whispers a few things to them and seems to get something from Gunther. The younger members of the Special Operations Squad crane their necks to see what’s happening, but it’s impossible to see what Petra’s up to when Eld and Gunther are in the way. Eventually, Petra clears her throat and Eld and Gunther part for her to walk through. There’s a handkerchief tucked into the front of her collar that’s made to look like the Captain’s cravat.  

The new squad members watch, eyes widening, as Petra walks across the floor, her boots clomping against the hardwood. Her gait is exactly the same as the Captain’s — the same powerful, confident stride — and she stops only once she approaches the empty armchair across from Armin. When she sits down, her right ankle rests on her left knee and her body is twisted slightly so that her arm rests across the back of the armchair. The disinterested gaze in her amber eyes and the slight frown on her lips is unmistakably the same as the Captain’s. Her brows lower disapprovingly as she gazes down at the amazed teenagers.  

“What are you brats staring at?” Petra says and even her tone sounds like the Captain. She doesn’t even crack a smile when she speaks. “Do you have to take a shit or something?”  

“That’s exactly like him!” Sasha says in amazement.  

“It’s like he’s sitting in front of us right now,” Connie gasps as Petra’s companions laugh behind them.  

“Well, he’s standing behind you right now,” another voice says, one that belongs to their real captain.  

“C-captain!” Gunther stammers. “We were just ...” 

“- showing the new recruits -” Eld continues before looking at Auruo to finish making up an excuse. 

“- how to do a good impression of you!” Auruo blurts and everyone glares at him. He throws up his hands. “You guys try to think of something on the spot!”  

The Captain seems unimpressed. “Why are you all still sitting there gawking? It’s late. Everyone is getting up early tomorrow for an extra round of training.”  

There’s a little grumbling and mumbling, but everyone gets up and shuffles out of the room. Before Petra leaves, the Captain says, “And, Ral?”  

“Y-yes, Captain?” Petra stammers, freezing just before she’s able to escape through the door. She swears underneath her breath, cursing her luck, and the Captain smirks. 

“I’d never wear my cravat that sloppily,” Levi says, reaching out to fix it.  He reaches out slowly, his fingertips brushing against Petra’s neck as he tucks the cravat in properly. His smirk grows when he sees the hitch in her breath, and he takes his time fluffing out the handkerchief so that it looks like a presentable make-shift cravat. He smooths out a corner, his eyes flickering up at Petra’s face as his hand finally leaves her handkerchief. “Dismissed.” 

“Yes, sir,” Petra breathes before scampering away, cheeks still flushed from the thought of her captain’s fingertips grazing her skin. 

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Saw the fanart of Levi as the torch runner for the Paris Olympics, makes me think that Levi really could do the entire running stunt all over the city.

That would make a great fic au. The AOT characters are Olympians and Levi, being a former 25 timed gold medalist has retired, but is asked to be the special guest torch runner and light the flame to start the games.

passing the torch

snk ensemble. olympics au. 2994 words.

The athletes wait in anticipation as the passing of the torch is displayed on the stadium’s screen. It begins on the top of the Basilica of Sacré Coeur de Montmartre, a beautiful structure constructed in the late 19th century that looks more akin to a castle than a church with its tall towers and stained glass windows. Standing beside one of the grandiose towers is a hooded figure with a mask on. In the mysterious figure’s hand is the Olympic torch blazing brightly. The camera orbits around the figure before switching to match the figure’s gaze: a view of the magnificent city of Paris. The view shifts from the bustling cobblestone streets, the river Seine, the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, and other famous Parisian monuments. The camera moves slowly to give the audience a clear view of all Paris has to offer before it returns once more the hooded figure who slowly reaches up to remove his mask and reveal his face. When his face is uncovered, the stadium filled with athletes erupts in cheers. 

“Tonight is the opening ceremony of the Olympics. As the athletes wait to be introduced, we are given an apt beginning to the ceremony with someone who many consider the face of the Olympics and one of the greatest of athletes of all time: 25-time Olympic gold medalist in men's artistic gymnastics Levi Ackerman,” announces Ilse Langer, a sports announcer once again returning to cover the Olympics. A few returning athletes and many first-time Olympians chatter excitedly when they recognize her voice. The sports announcer is a favorite due to her incredible ability to break down all the technical aspects of different Olympic events clearly and concisely. “He’s returning now for his fifth Olympics, but this time as the torch bearer and not as a competing athlete. While his absence in the men's artistic gymnastics event will be sorely missed, his appearance at the opening ceremony is undoubtedly a welcome sight to his peers and newcomers as well as folks at home watching who have followed his elite career for decades.”  

 The camera stills on the gymnast for a moment and then the gymnast turns suddenly and begins to run across the top of the cathedral. He nears the edge of the building but rather than stop, he jumps and then miraculously lands on nearby structure. He dashes and leaps from building to building, giving the camera a chance to capture all the beautiful French architecture as he traverses the city. When Levi approaches the river Seine, there is a zipline waiting for him. Without hesitating, he flies across the river, zipping through the air on the line. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s ziplining through Paris as if parkouring wasn’t enough,” Eren says admirably. He’s on the men's swim team representing Paradis, but he holds the utmost respect for the gymnast despite them being in completely different disciplines. “Isn’t that hard on his knees? I can’t believe he came back to do this. Shouldn’t his knees be, like, super fucked up from gymnastics and everything? He’s incredible.”  

Pieck, an equestrian athlete, side-eyes the swimmer. A smile plastered on her face, she says warningly, “Please watch your language, Eren. Some athletes here are still quite young and impressionable and might pick up your bad habits. Just the other day I overheard Gabi telling Falco she was going to ‘raw-dog’ the shooting event. When I asked her where she learned that term, she told me you said it meant to go into something without any preparation.”  

Eren’s face flushes. “Well, that is how people use it,” he mumbles. 

“That’s true. It’s kind of interesting how language evolves and takes different meanings as it’s passed around,” Armin begins eagerly, but he shrinks when Pieck directs her gaze towards him. The athlete, Eren’s teammate on the swim team, coughs. “Of course, it’s still true we should be careful how we speak among the younger athletes.”  

Pieck nods, the vaguely threatening smile still on her face. “I’m glad you agree with me. I’d hate to put the entire men's swim team on my watchlist.”  

However, Gabi and the other young athletes are too enraptured by Levi Ackerman leaping and dashing across rooftops and famous Parisian monuments to pay any attention to what Eren and Pieck are discussing. Despite being in completely different disciplines, the youngest athletes have found a kinship with each other and have stuck to each other during their Olympic journey so far. It’s their first time at the Olympic games and they’re absolutely starstruck by all the other top athletes around them, especially the one on the stadium’s screen.  

“I can’t believe he’s here! I thought he retired after the last Olympics. I can’t believe we’re at the same Olympics as Levi Ackerman,” Gabi gushes. Her brown eyes are glued to the screen, unable to look away at the gymnast performing some of his signature flips and twists as he jumps from building to building. 

Udo, a table tennis player and one of Gabi’s companions, nods in agreement. His eyes are similarly fixed on the screen. The spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose make his eyes look even wider as he watches Levi with a gaze filled with awe. “I cried for an entire week after I heard he was retiring.”  

Both Falco and Zofia, two more young athletes that Gabi and Udo had befriended on the trip to Paris, nod in agreement. 

Petra, a rhythmic gymnast, has her arms wrapped gently around Falco. It’s her third Olympics, making her a veteran athlete that many look up to. Her charming and warm personality makes it easy for people to approach her and so this young batch of new Olympians naturally found themselves in her care. Now, she smiles down at them and asks, “Would you like to meet him sometime? I could probably arrange something once your events are over. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind meeting you all or at least having a videocall.”  

“Really? You can do that?” Falco asks, turning to look at the rhythmic gymnast.  

“Absolutely,” Petra says cheerfully.  

“Wow! You guys must be close,” Udo says with a tinge of jealousy.  

“Well, it’s something like that,” Petra laughs as the teenagers practically vibrate with excitement.  

Eren frowns as he overhears the conversation. He’s been a long-time admirer of Levi and had even bumped into the gymnast in the last Olympic games, but he had struggled to strike up a conversation with him.  

“I exchanged numbers with Levi at the last games, but he never texted me back,” Eren sighs. “I wonder what his relationship with Petra is that she can ask him for favors like that so easily.”  

Armin and Mikasa exchange looks with Mikasa rolling her eyes.  

“God, you’re dense,” Mikasa says with a shake of her head and Armin laughs beside her. Like Armin and Eren, Mikasa is also a swimmer. This is her third time at the Olympics, and she’s well on track to becoming one of the most decorated swimmers of all time if her times at the Olympic Trials are any indication.  

“What? What did I say?” Eren asks. He looks at Mikasa and Armin, but neither of his friends offer him an explanation. He huffs and begins to complain about them leaving him in the dark, but someone throws their arms around Eren and Mikasa without warning and Eren yelps in surprise. 

“Ah, did I scare you?” Hanji grins. The sports climber gives Eren a cheeky wink as they pull Eren and Mikasa closer for a hug. “I’m surprised to see you all here. Don’t the swimmers usually sit out of the opening ceremony because your event is the next day?”  

Armin gives Hanji a shrug and a little laugh. “Mikasa also said we should take a day to rest, but Eren really wanted to go to the opening ceremony. I guess it’s a good thing we did or else we would have missed Levi’s appearance.”  

Eren waves off Hanji’s concerns. “Hey, we’re young still and we rested really well on the flight here. Anyway, there are other athletes that are attending the ceremony even though they have an event tomorrow. Look at Eld and Gunther!”  

At the mention of their names, both gymnasts look in Eren’s direction and give the swimmer a wave.  

“Hey, Eren! Looks like you decided to go to the ceremony too! Sure as hell beats resting and missing out on all this,” Eld says, gesturing at the big screen where Levi is sneaking around the Palace of Versailles.  

Both Eld and Gunther had previously participated in Olympic games and had the honor of being on the same men’s gymnastics team as Levi. The experience was something they treasured even more than the team gold they had won at the last game.  

“It feels a little strange being here,” Gunther chuckles. “Levi had always sat out, so we never went until now. It’ll probably be our last time here, so we wanted to experience it at least once.”  

“Well, you should have stayed in your hotel room and rested instead!” a voice says suddenly and both Gunther and Eld jump back in surprise as Auruo, a trampoline athlete, appears between them. He has a stern expression on his face as he glares at Eld and then Gunther. “If neither of you medal, you’re going to burn Levi’s legacy to the ground and everything he’s achieved will be for nothing! Of course, I’ll do well because I always do, but you two should really take care of yourselves.”  

Auruo lets out an unholy shriek when he feels a sharp sting at his side. He’s sniffling even once it stops, the memory of the sudden pinch at his side still lingering. He looks sorely at Petra who smiles as if she hasn’t done anything wrong. 

“Levi’s legacy is Levi’s. Eld and Gunther could never touch it even if they wanted to, but they have their own legacies to write. Stop stressing them out and just let them do their best like they always do,” Petra tells Auruo. She pokes him in the side where she had pinched him earlier and he lets out another startled yell. “Worry about your own legacy. I’ll definitely tell Levi as soon as possible if you don’t medal.”  

“That won’t happen because I’ll definitely medal,” Auruo growls, rubbing at his side as he glares at the rhythmic gymnast. 

“Glad to hear it,” Petra says cheerfully. 

Pieck looks around and observes the other athletes representing Paradis. Some have sat out to prepare for their events taking place tomorrow, but there are some faces she doesn’t expect to see.  

“I thought you wouldn’t care to attend the opening ceremony, Annie,” Pieck says. The equestrian rider smiles as she loops her arm through Annie who tries to close the gap between her arm and her side far too late. Pieck rests her head on Annie’s shoulder.  

“It’s not like I wanted to go. Reiner just wouldn’t stop bothering me about it, so I decided to come to shut him up,” Annie huffs. She’s a fencer whose event doesn’t take place until a few days into the Olympic games, but Annie has never cared about fanfare and overblown celebrations. The only thing she hated more than crowded ceremonies was Reiner’s nagging. She glares at the direction of the cyclist who’s busy enjoying himself and chatting beside his colleagues. “I wanted to stay in my hotel room and sleep.”  

“Poor you. Should I get someone to carry you? Maybe the wrestling brothers?” Pieck teases, referring to Porco and Marcel Galliard. She glances at someone hovering shyly behind them. With a sly smile, Pieck suggests, “Bertholdt could probably carry you. I’m sure you could nap on his back during the opening ceremony and he wouldn’t mind at all.”  

“H-huh?” Bertholdt stammers, his face flushing at the thought of being in such close proximity to Annie who remains oblivious about his feelings towards her. “I don’t know-”  

“Stop talking nonsense,” Annie tells Pieck. She looks at Bertholdt warningly. “Don’t you dare pick me up.”  

“O-okay,” Bertholdt says, looking down at his feet so that he doesn’t have to make eye contact with Annie.  

A hush comes over the stadium as they watch Levi make the final stretch of his journey. He’s approaching the Olympic stadium now and all the athletes wait with bated breath for his figure to appear. Their eyes are fixed on the entrance of the stadium and when Levi’s silhouette finally emerges, the entire stadium erupts in explosive cheers. The cheering doesn’t cease until Levi finally hands the torch off to a French athlete who takes it graciously before running to finally light the Olympic cauldron with the flame. Even though the games have officially begun with the lighting of the flame, all eyes are still fixed on the gymnast who jogs to the join his old colleagues.  

“Levi! I didn’t think you’d be the type to do those types of stunts for the opening ceremony,” Erwin chuckles as he welcomes his old friend.  

Beside him, Erwin’s beach volleyball partner Mike nods. There’s an amused grin on his face. “Did they pay you a lot for it? I can’t imagine any amount of money that would have you do that.”  

“My agent said I would only have to do a reveal of my face at the end and they’d get a stunt person for most of it. Then the stunt person mysteriously disappeared,” Levi grumbles. “I should fire my agent for not reading the contract properly.”  

“Well, I thought it was amazing. Very entertaining,” Zeke says with a grin.  

Levi looks at Zeke and then at Erwin and Mike with an expression of incredulity and betrayal. “Zeke? You’re talking to Zeke?”  

“Oh, come on. We’re all friends. After all, everyone is here to represent Paradis,” Zeke says. The captain and pitcher of Paradis’ baseball team throws an arm around Levi’s shoulders.  

Levi shoots Erwin a gaze filled with a million daggers.  

Gabi and her friends have only grown more excited now that Levi has joined the rest of them. Udo looks as if he might faint just being in the gymnast’s presence. 

Sasha prods Gabi in the back. “If you want to say hi, just wave at him.”  

Gabi looks back at Sasha. “Can I do that? I can just wave at him? What if he ignores me? What if he thinks I'm an annoying brat?”  

“He’s actually a lot softer than he looks,” Sasha laughs. The archer gently prods Gabi again, an encouraging smile on her face. “Go on. If you miss your chance now, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”  

“Alright,” Gabi says. She takes a deep breath and looks determinedly in Levi’s direction. She waits until his gaze meets hers. She immediately wants to look down, intimidated at the thought of being acknowledged by such a skilled athlete, but she steels herself and brings her hand up in a wave. She doesn’t expect Levi to wave back, but he does and her face breaks into a smile. 

“Oh my god, he waved at you!” Udo marvels.  

“Me too, me too!” Zofia says. The little archer waves enthusiastically at Levi and the rest of her friends follow suit, nearly hitting other nearby athletes in the face in their excitement.  

“I can die happy now,” Udo says. He brings his hand to his chest, his whole being filled with contentment after the brief moment he shared with his favorite athlete.  

“At least wait until you play your table tennis match to die,” Sasha jokes. “We need you!” 

Beside her, Connie yawns. The Olympic skateboarder is usually someone who enjoys extravagant ceremonies such as this one, but recently he’s been enraptured by something else. He looks over a Jean, his lower lip in a pout, and asks, “When can we go back to the Olympic Village? If I knew the ceremony would take this long I would have stuffed some of those chocolate muffins into my jacket.”  

“You need to stop eating all of those,” Jean says with a roll of his eyes. “One of the chefs is getting annoyed at having to bake so many at once.” 

“If Nicolo is so bothered, then he should stop being so good at baking!” Connie grins. 

Petra and the other gymnasts have managed to give Levi an escape from Zeke by wrestling him away so they could chat with him. The gymnasts crowd around their retired colleague. Their smiles are so wide that it’s a wonder that their faces haven’t cracked in half.  

“I thought you were retired, Levi. What are you doing back here?” Eld asks, nudging Levi in the side. 

“Did you miss us? Could you not bear the idea of us participating in an Olympics without you?” Petra teases.  

“Don’t be stupid. They just asked me for a favor and I decided it was easy cash,” Levi replies.  

“Still, you’re here with the rest of the participating athletes,” Gunther points out.  

“To make sure you guys don’t mess up probably,” Auruo sniffs.  

“To pass the torch,” Levi clarifies, and his friends ooh.  

“How kind of you. I’m always telling people you’re much kinder than you let on,” Petra teases. “Are you nervous that we’ll come home with fewer gold medals now that you’re not here to help us?”  

Paradis is a small country and the number of athletes the island has sent to participate in the Olympics can’t compare to larger countries, but the athletes Paradis does have are a strong-willed, passionate, and talented bunch. Over the years, the performance of Paradis athletes has only improved. Even this time, the Paradis athletes have gazes filled with an undeniable flame that is reminiscent of the fire reflected in Levi’s eyes the first time he had participated in the games. 

“No, not at all,” Levi replies, and he absolutely means it.  

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Hi Lily!!! As we all know the anime just ended, so if it's alright... one last Eremika fic please? Hope you're doing well <3

sorry this took so long! hope you are still well 💕

in this light

eremika. canonverse. 930 words.

It’s this dream again, Eren thinks just as he rouses from his sleep. He clings to the last remnants of his slumber, but the fantasy slips from his fingers as soon as he opens his eyes. All he feels underneath his fingers are the soft blades of grass he had fallen asleep. The tree’s shadow blankets him in shade and a gentle breeze caresses his skin as wakens from his slumber. His vision is blurred as he blinks himself awake. Even as he returns to the conscious world, a part of him still desperately wishes to return to the world of slumber if only to resurrect the dream that had slipped away from him. 

Eren never remembers his dreams. Not a remnant of them remains when he wakens no matter how hard he tries to recall even the smallest detail. All he is left with when he awakes is an overwhelming feeling of loss. Tears sting at his eyes, leaving trails on his cheeks as they run down his face.  

“Eren?” a voice calls, and he finds himself drawn to it. The voice calls again, its gentle tone guiding him to awaken fully, and when his vision clears he sees Mikasa standing over him. 

Mikasa gazes down at Eren. The tree’s shadow doesn’t reach her. The sun shines down on her, basking her in sunlight. Something about this image of her, bathed in light, is familiar to Eren, but he doesn’t know why. It’s something about the light, so bright it’s almost blinding. He should probably raise his hand to shield his eyes from the brightness, but he finds he can’t look away from Mikasa. 

“Eren, why are you crying?” Mikasa asks. She must have been asking him all this time, but he’s only realizing it now.  

His hand reaches up to touch his cheeks and his fingers come away, wet with tears. He looks down at the salt tears that stain his fingertips in surprise. “I don’t know. I don’t remember,” he says quietly. 

Mikasa observes him in silence and all that can be heard is the rustle of leaves as the wind blows through. After a moment, she holds out a hand for Eren to take. Gingerly, Eren takes it and allows Mikasa to pull him up. He’s surprised by the warmth that he feels when his fingertips meet her skin.  

“Let’s go home,” Mikasa says, and any remnants that Eren may have had about his dream are forgotten. 

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓆰𓆪 

“Eren,” the voice calls to him again, and it seems to be on the verge of tears. When had he last heard her calling to him? It must have been a thousand years at least, and still he finds himself drawn to the owner’s voice like a moth to a flame.  

When Mikasa calls his name, he is wakened from his endless, thousand-year nightmare. He had wandered through the same horrors for years on end, trudging through seas of scarlet with the blood of those that he had killed with his own hands. Everywhere he walked, he would see the lifeless bodies of everyone he had murdered for his own gain: enemies, bystanders, and those that he loved. Step by tortuous step, he trudged forward knowing there would never be an escape from this nightmare until he heard her call his name.  

At the sound of her voice, he rouses from his slumber. They are both shrouded in darkness. What little light reaches them seems to be drawn to her and only her.  

Mikasa stands before him, bathed in white light. In this light, she looks just like the bride he has dreamed about for years. 

It’s this dream again, Eren thinks as he gazes at Mikasa, entranced. At the sight of her, he can recall it all, that recurring dream that had always eluded him before. He wants to reach out to touch her, to wipe the tears that are running down her face, but he finds he cannot move. Her beauty has immobilized him and all he can do is shed tears of his own as she gazes down at him like she had all those years ago.  

“Eren,” Mikasa calls him again, and his name is tinged with sadness. Is it because it’s the beginning or the end? She closes the distance between them that he never could, stepping towards him with a blade in hand. There’s a flash of silver for only a split second, and her blade disappears into its scabbard as if she had never taken it out at all.  

As the darkness becomes ever darker around them, so does the light that seems to come from Mikasa herself as her hands reach out to catch Eren’s face in her hands. Her touch is just as warm as he remembers and he feels his eyelids grow heavy. Strangely, he feels no pain, only comfort as he basks in her warmth.  

“Eren, I’m sorry,” she tells him, but he doesn’t know why she’s apologizing when this is everything he’s ever wanted. This is the dream he has been chasing for his entire life.  

He can’t find the words to tell her himself. His mouth has been rendered useless. He can only hope that she can taste the words on his tongue as she brings her lips to meet his.  

Mikasa, I love you. You’re all I’ve ever dreamed of. Thank you. The words keep playing in his head even as his vision fades to black and he feels him drifting off once more, his dream ending for the last time.  

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Niccosasha fic idea: something to do with what you imagine to be Sasha’s strangest/most unusual pregnancy craving(s)

strange tastes

nicosasha. modern au. 1213 words.

Niccolo had believed he did his due diligence when it came to preparing for Sasha’s pregnancy. He had read every book, watched every educational video, talked to all of his friends with previous experience preparing for babies. He’s now an expert in fluffing pillows for maximum comfort, giving massages for ultimate relaxation, and setting the bath water to the exact right temperature for the best spa experience. As for the cooking ... well, Niccolo had reason to think that he was well equipped for any craving Sasha might have. He had gone through five grueling years of culinary school and experience working in different layers of hell that were the kitchens of fine dining restaurants. He figured that Sasha’s requests might be strange — the books had warned him of this — Niccolo just wasn’t prepared for how strange Sasha’s tastes would become.  

It’s actually not all that hard to make the foods that Sasha craves. It’s typically just a mashup of things he can get at the grocery store or a nearby restaurant: cheeseburgers, potato chips, French fries. He just hadn’t anticipated how much of her cravings would involve mashing different foods together, especially foods that have no business being together in the first place. French fries sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and drizzled with chocolate syrup, crisp apple slices with cheddar cheese, black pepper sprinkled on top of ripe strawberries. They’re so simple to put together that it would be an insult to Niccolo’s culinary skills if he were to make this for anyone other than his pregnant wife. 

The cravings also come at the strangest times. It’s usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning before the sun even has a chance to rise. Sometimes it’s even after Sasha eats her fill and declares she can’t eat another bite only to look over at Niccolo sheepishly a few minutes later and mumble about how she might be able to manage a little snack of Cheetos and milk. The books had mentioned that pregnancy cravings like these would typically last until the beginning of the third trimester, but it’s past the seventh month and Sasha’s cravings are still going strong. 

These days Sasha doesn’t even have to ask for Niccolo to know that the baby is starving for something to eat. He can tell by the way she stirs in her sleep, the slightest shift of the bed enough to rouse him from his own slumber so that he can tend to her. Sasha will wake quietly so as not to disturb Niccolo, oblivious to the fact that he’s already awakened. Even though he’s assured her multiple times that she can let him know anytime she needs something no matter the time of day, she’ll aways hesitate just as she does now.  

Niccolo rolls over, draping his arm instinctively over Sasha’s stomach where the baby is steadily growing day by day. “What is it? Are you hungry again? Should I make you something to eat?”  

“It’s really, really late,” Sasha whispers even though there’s no need. Her hand reaches over to cover Niccolo’s, squeezing it gratefully. “I think the baby and I can wait until the morning. You should get some more sleep. You still have work tomorrow.”  

“That’s tomorrow. I can still make you something now. Besides, the baby is hungry,” Niccolo yawns. His words are muffled by the fabric of Sasha’s nightdress. He nuzzles his face against Sasha’s stomach affectionately. “It’s never any trouble. Just tell me what it is the baby’s craving and I’ll make it for you.”  

Sasha’s hand finds its way to the top of Niccolo’s head and she giggles as she runs her fingers through his blond locks. It’s the kind of giggle she lets out when she’s about to request something particularly ridiculous. 

“What is it?” Niccolo asks. He rests his cheek gently against her stomach so that he can gaze at his wife’s face in the dark of their bedroom. Even without the light on he can see the smile stretched across her face.  

“Ice cream,” Sasha begins. 

“Well, that doesn’t seem so bad.” They still have a half-finished tub of vanilla ice cream in the fridge. 

“With pickles,” Sasha continues, and she lets out another little laugh when she sees Niccolo wince. She fails to suppress another laugh, which tells Niccolo that her request is not yet over. “... and drizzled with olive oil.”  

He shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow he always is. He sighs through his nose before getting up, bending over to press a kiss against his wife’s belly and then the top of her head. “I’ll be right back.”  

“Thank you!” Sasha calls as her husband disappears into the kitchen to fetch her strange request.  

Niccolo comes back promptly with a bowl of perfectly scooped ice cream, dill pickles cut and placed in the shape of a flower on top of one scoop with a drizzle of olive oil on top. He presents it to Sasha who wiggles giddily in bed.  

“Oh, that looks amazing,” Sasha breathes, which is not exactly how Niccolo would describe the dessert. She takes it from Niccolo’s hands and takes a scoop that has a little bit of everything — vanilla ice cream, olive oil, and a bit of dill pickle — and eats it eagerly. She savors the taste of it in her mouth before swallowing, humming happily as she eats.  

“Do you like it?” Niccolo asks.  

“I love it,” Sasha answers happily. She makes another little scoop just like the last one, but this time she holds it out to Niccolo with an expectant look on her face. “Your turn.”  

It’s an unspoken rule that Niccolo has to participate in eating all of Sasha’s strange cravings with her. It had taken him off guard the first time, but he’s gotten used to it by now. 

Niccolo leans over to take a bite and shivers at the cold of the ice cream. It’s a strange combination of flavors: sweet from the cool vanilla melting on his tongue, the tart flavor and the crunch of the dill pickle, and the buttery olive oil that slides down his throat.  

“Do you like it?” Sasha asks just as Niccolo swallows. She scoots closer to Niccolo. “It’s good, isn’t it?”  

Niccolo makes a face. It’s not a combination he would ever think of putting together, but he doesn’t hate it. It’s not bad. In fact, he would almost say it’s good but his culinary expertise wants to say otherwise. 

Sasha reaches down to pat her belly. “Daddy loves the food you picked out, baby. You made a new dish that he loves.”  

“I didn’t say I loved it,” Niccolo protests. “Why does this baby have the strangest tastes?”  

“Come on, admit it. You love it,” Sasha laughs. She leans over and presses a kiss against Niccolo’s pouting lips. She still tastes of ice cream and pickles, and Niccolo enjoys the way the taste of it lingers on his tongue.  

He doesn’t realize why Sasha’s still laughing after she pulls away until he catches himself licking his lips. Feeling the tips of his ears burning, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand in embarrassment. It turns out the baby might not be the only one with strange tastes.  

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Aruani going to see a movie on Valentines day. Modern AU fic.

writing this fic made me feel better~ thank you

things best left unplanned

aruani. college au. 2122 words.

Armin Arlert is the type to meticulously plan everything down to the last second. It’s relaxing for him to come up with a detailed itinerary that includes bullets with sub-bullets that have their own sub-bullets that have their own sub-bullets. Crossing out completed tasks gives him a surge of dopamine like no other, but he knows that it’s not the lifestyle that other people would deem normal. The way Armin operates currently leaves hardly any wiggle room for error. Of course, Armin creates different scenarios in his mind and plans out alternative schedules should the original be abandoned due to circumstances beyond his control, but there are unexpected events that can avoid his foresight completely including (but not limited to): traffic jams that span half the city and render nearly every mode of transportation useless, restaurants closing for maintenance, and unplanned power outages. For Armin, these are catastrophic events that might as well be equivalent to the whole world crumbling around him. For Annie, it’s just another day and she takes everything the world throws at her in a stride no matter how unexpected. 

Although she’s very different from Armin, she doesn’t seem to mind the to-do list Armin brings to every date. She watched with amusement as he would cross out every activity they completed in their holiday-themed date to-do list even though other people would probably make fun of him. She even waits patiently for Armin if he has to pull out his alternative schedule if their original plans get derailed. She adjusts so calmly to Armin’s rigidly planned itinerary that Armin can’t believe it sometimes, especially considering how laissez faire Annie is with her own plans.  

When Armin asks Annie what her plans are for the weekend or the evening, she usually just shrugs her shoulders and tells him she hasn’t decided yet. She could watch a movie or read a book, but she doesn’t tie herself down with a detailed schedule that needs to be followed to the very letter. Maybe that’s why she has such a calm demeanor, especially compared to Armin’s tightly-wound personality that is threatening to snap at the nearest unexpected inconvenience.  

Armin knows that his rigid disposition is grating. Even his friends, despite their patience, can grow irritated when Armin displays his inflexibility one too many times. Armin doesn’t want his unyielding nature to wear Annie down, too. It’s a wonder she hasn’t grown tired of him already. He probably should have been more courteous towards her, especially when planning dates in the past. Heck, they had spent the entire winter going through a painstakingly planned list of holiday activities Armin had scheduled, so Armin decided to take a much less structured approach this upcoming Valentine’s Day by planning absolutely nothing besides a skeleton of an idea.  

“The movies?” Annie asks, looking up at the theater that Armin has led them to. Her ungloved hand is clasped in Armin’s mittened hand as she casts her boyfriend a skeptical glance. She’s used to Armin pulling out a list by now and going over each bullet even though he memorizes everything the night before, but he’s empty-handed now. She raises an eyebrow at Armin. “What movie are we going to watch?” 

Armin gives his girlfriend a strained smile. His hands are itching to reach into his pocket and pull out the schedule he didn’t make. His anxiety is spiking, his heart is racing, and he’s feeling light-headed. If he thinks about it too much, he might puke. He swallows down the bitter bile rising in his throat and says, “Oh, just whatever good is playing. Did you want to watch anything in particular?”  

Annie notices his uncharacteristic behavior, but she doesn’t comment on it. Instead, she shrugs at his question and answers, “I’m good with whatever.”  

The response should ease Armin’s nerves, but it only makes him feel worse. It’s not Annie’s fault. There isn’t anything that would make him feel better in his current state.  

“Right, that’s great,” Armin says weakly. Hand in hand with Annie, Armin marches weakly up to the ticket booth and says, “Two tickets, please.”  

The high schooler working there glances up at Armin. He has bags under his eyes like he stayed up studying for an exam. He looks so miserable that Armin almost apologizes, but before he can the high schooler yawns, asking sleepily, “What movie?”  

“Er.” Armin glances up at the movies that are currently showing but is soon overwhelmed with all these titles he’s only seen in advertisements or commercial breaks on TV. “Do you have a recommendation? Anything that’s showing within the next hour or so should be fine.”  

The ticket stand worker hums and types something into the computer. The computer is a dinosaur, a boxy, old model that Armin hasn’t seen since at least elementary school, and the high schooler bangs on the monitor in the hopes that this will speed up the computer. He sighs through his nose when the computer fails to give him the movie schedule and taps his fingers impatiently, giving Armin and Annie a tight-lipped, apologetic smile as they wait. After a moment, the theater employee says, “Alright. Busy day, but holidays like Valentine’s Day usually are. All our romance movies are sold out until tomorrow evening. The action, sci-fi, and drama movies are all booked, too. We do have some seats open for the animated children’s film that’s screening as well as that horror movie that just came out. Do either of those sound good to you?”  

Neither of those sound good to Armin. Nothing about an animated children’s movie or a horror movie sounds remotely romantic to him, although he knows it won’t bother Annie whether they watch one or the other. He doesn’t want to leave the theater without having watched anything, though, and so he grits his teeth and asks politely for two tickets to the horror movie because he figures it would be more appropriate for people his and Annie’s age.  

“Are you okay?” Annie asks, glancing at Armin. She’s holding Armin’s hand, but his grip is much tighter than it was before they had stepped into the theater. If Armin were to take his mittens off, Annie would see that his knuckles have gone completely white.  

“Yep. I’m fine,” Armin says, although his answer comes out stilted and unconvincing. He tries to smile, hoping that his expression will be enough to fool his girlfriend. “I’m just excited to watch the movie.”  

“You hate horror movies,” Annie points out.  

“I ... I’m not opposed to watching them with you. I know you find them entertaining,” Armin says, and he gives Annie’s hand a quick squeeze. “Besides, it’s a horror movie that’s being released on Valentine’s Day. How scary can it be?”  

“Hmm” is all Annie says in response. She observes Armin for a moment before squeezing his hand back. “I’ll grab some snacks for us. I’ll be right back.”  

Normally, Armin would tag alongside her and insist on paying, but his nerves are absolutely wrecked and all he can do is nod numbly as Annie’s hand slips out of his and she heads towards the concession stand. She comes back shortly with a large bag of popcorn drizzled with butter and an assortment of candy.  

“Ready to go?” Annie asks. 

Absolutely not, Armin thinks, but he fakes a smile and nods before dragging his feet as he follows Annie into the theater.  

It turns out, Armin discovers, that a horror movie released in the middle of February can be absolutely horrifying. The movie itself is shot in highly saturated colors, a stark contrast to the typical horror movies that Armin is familiar with where most of the scenes are so dark that he can hardly tell what’s going on to begin with. At least with those types of movies Armin can’t make out what’s on the screen and only the fear of the unknown can scare him. In this movie, Armin can see everything and even the most mundane scenes terrify him because the eerily vibrant colors on the screen are assaulting his corneas. 

The movie starts out like any ordinary coming-of-age college movie about a film major with a seemingly normal life going about his day. It’s only the oversaturated color palette and odd shots that linger far too long on characters after they’ve finished speaking that give an indication that this isn’t an ordinary movie about a college student and self-actualization. Soon after the film major finishes a date with his girlfriend, he goes to bed and wakes up the next morning only to find out that his girlfriend has been murdered and all the clues lead to him only he has no recollection of killing her at all. As it turns out, his girlfriends have a habit of being murdered and he’s accused of murdering them each time, but nothing can ever tie him to the crime.  

Armin feels queasy after the first murder. The camera focuses too long on the girl’s body, her blood spilled across her bedsheets and pooling on the hardwood floor. The bright crimson blood that fills the screen is even worse than the dull merlot that Armin is used to in gory horror scenes. As the film student descends into madness, unable to recall if he’s really at fault for all his girlfriends’ murders, Armin can feel himself spiraling further and further into a wormhole of despair. He tries to minimize his fear by watching through his lashes, squinting but not quite closing his eyes so that he can at least say he watched the movie if Annie asks, but it doesn’t work. His hands clutch at the arms of his theater seat and he finds himself descending into the darkness as the minutes tick away until it overtakes him completely. 

Armin wakes with the theater lights shining in his eyes, flinching at the sudden light. “Wha’ happened?” he mumbles, sitting up in his seat. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and is horrified to find that he was drooling.  

“The movie ended. And I think you passed out in the middle of it,” Annie replies. She doesn’t seem at all bothered. In her arms is a bucket that had once been filled with butter but is now being used as an impromptu trashcan to hold the empty candy packages that Annie had somehow finished by herself. Annie notices Armin’s expression of despair and humiliation and assures him, “It’s fine. You’re actually lucky that you missed most of the movie. It wasn’t that good. Not the worst horror movie I’ve seen, but it’s also not one I’d write home about.”  

“Oh my god,” Armin groans, burying his face in his hand. He slips down in the faux leather seat and wills the earth to swallow him whole. He’s never been an impressive person, but he at least never wanted to look like a complete loser in front of Annie. It looks as if he’s failed today. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to bounce back from fainting during a horror movie. Annie must think he’s a complete idiot. “I’m the worst. I just wanted to be spontaneous for once, to be cool like you. I wanted to be able to go with the flow and plan things as they came up instead of being a stickler for schedules and rigid plans. I just ruined this Valentine’s date by trying to be cooler than I actually am and I -”  

Annie pulls away Armin’s hands and leans over to press against a kiss against his lips. It’s enough to shut him up completely. 

“Wh-what was that for?” Armin stammers. He can already feel his cheeks heat up. He can still feel Annie’s lips pressed against his and it takes all his self-restraint not to reach up and touch his fingers to where her lips once were.  

“You’re cute,” Annie says. She sits back in her seat and observes her boyfriend to see if he’s calmed down. She tilts her head to the side slightly and says, “I enjoyed today even if you thought it was a complete disaster. It’s sweet that you decided to be spontaneous, but it’s not something you have to do if it makes you uncomfortable. I actually like how structured our dates usually are, and I love that you take so much time to plan everything.” 

“Really?” Armin mumbles. 

“Really,” Annie replies. She stands up as the credits finish rolling and holds out a hand to Armin to help pull him out of his seat. “Come on. Let’s get dinner together. I’ll take the lead.”  

Knowing Annie, she doesn’t have a restaurant in mind at the moment, but she’ll be sure to find one soon enough. If Armin were in her shoes, he’d be nervously scrolling through Yelp for the suggestions and scouring by ratings, recent reviews, and distance. His palms should be itching to pull out his phone, but he feels strangely fine with Annie taking the lead.   

“I look forward to it,” Armin tells her. With a smile, Armin takes Annie’s hand. He doesn’t know what she has planned, but he trusts that she’ll lead them somewhere nice by the end of the evening and somehow that’s enough. 

[pickalilywrites]

Moblit wakes up the morning after Valentines day, with no memory of the night before in bed with Hange. Modern AU fic.

reminder

mobuhan. college au. 1974 words.

Moblit wakes up to a pounding headache and the smell of bacon and eggs. The juxtaposition of these two things — this unpleasant pounding of his head threatening to shatter his skull and the comforting smell of breakfast as he’s swaddled in blankets like a newborn babe — makes him want to hurl but he manages to swallow down his bitter bile despite the dryness of his mouth. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut because the bright sunlight streaming through the cracks of the curtains is blinding. With another groan, he rolls out of bed only to realize his mistake too late when he takes a tumble and falls to the floor with a thud. He yelps when he feels the cold hardwood against his bare skin and finds to his horror that he’s completely naked.  

The events of last night come back to him but only in bits and pieces. He remembers downing far too many drinks that he’s used to at the midterm party last night, gulping them down as quickly as possible so that he can move onto the next one. The more he drank, the more everything began to blur together. He remembers Hanji taking him by the hand, their laughter interwoven with his like beautiful countermelodies. Everyone else around them sounded like cacophony in comparison. He doesn’t even remember what they were laughing about or what everyone else was talking about. He just remembers the wide grin on Hanji’s face and being drawn to them even more than usual.  

Moblit can’t really say what compelled him to follow Hanji back to their room. It must have been the alcohol that suppressed his typical inhibitions. Any hesitations forgotten, Moblit had leaned forward to kiss Hanji and the two had become a mess of interlocked lips all the way back to Hanji’s room.  

“Fuck,” Moblit groans, head still pounding. He grasps around for any articles of clothing he had discarded on the floor. He doesn’t remember any of this, only the unzipping of his jeans and stripping of his shirt. He doesn’t remember anything else after that. “Fuck.” 

Moblit manages to find his boxers crumpled on the floor and he slips them on hastily. It takes more flailing about on the floor and grasping at anything that looked like his clothes (which was only made more difficult due to Hanji’s habit of never cleaning up after themself and the fact that Moblit could only open his eyes a fraction of a centimeter unless he wanted to be blinded by daylight), but he finally collects his wrinkled clothes and pulls them on. He wonders if he looks as much of a mess as he feels. 

Gingerly, Moblit musters the courage to step outside of Hanji’s room room. He knows that someone is already awake outside and he knows that there’s a high chance that Hanji is that someone waiting in the living room if they’re not cooking. He shouldn’t be so surprised when he sees Hanji in the kitchen making a stack of pancakes, but he flinches at the sight of them even as Hanji smiles broadly and waves their spatula at him.  

“You’re awake,” Hanji says, their voice much louder than Moblit expects it to be. Or maybe he’s just more hungover than he thinks he is. 

“Y-yeah,” Moblit says, raising his hands to cover his ears gently. He flinches again when Hanji laughs at him.  

It’s too embarrassing to look Hanji in the face. He can’t even remember what had happened last night — what exactly they had done once they had dove into Hanji’s bed, if he was good, if he was bad, if Hanji enjoyed any of it. He keeps his eye fixed on the kitchen counter instead and tries not to breathe in the scent of sweet pancakes and sizzling bacon and eggs too deeply. It smells delicious, but everything is making his stomach churn and he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep himself from vomiting for long. 

“Do you want breakfast?” Hanji asks. They push a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs across the counter. “I made plenty in case you were hungry. It’d probably help your hangover, too.”  

“N-no thanks,” Moblit stammers.  

Moblit’s stomach does something weird. Its nearly empty contents swirl like a tidal wave. He feels himself grow increasingly queasy and light-headed just by standing in the same room as Hanji. He should probably run to the bathroom or just ease his anxiety by asking Hanji what had happened last night, but he does neither of these things. Instead, he excuses himself by saying he has something to do and runs out of Hanji’s apartment and down the steps. He barely makes it to the front of the apartment building before he throws up in the bushes.  

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Moblit spends the rest of the morning throwing up in the bathroom of the apartment he shares with Levi. He doesn’t even know why he’s puking so much considering he hasn’t eaten anything since last night. He had tried to stomach a few bites of bread, but he hadn’t managed to keep it down and spent the next fifteen minutes with his head in the toilet bowl. Luckily for him, his roommate makes an unexpectedly good nurse. 

“Drink,” Levi commands as he hands Moblit another water bottle. It’s the second water bottle that Levi has opened for him and Moblit is already halfway done with it. Levi waits patiently for Moblit to take a few sips, watching with a judgmental frown. “You shouldn’t have drank so much if you couldn’t handle it.” 

“I wouldn’t have drank this much if I knew I’d be like this today, but I honestly lost track halfway last night and just drank whatever people handed me,” Moblit groans. Another wave of nausea sweeps over him and he sticks his head in the toilet bowl once more, readying himself for the worst. After a moment, the wave passes and Moblit feels slightly relieved. He sits up and looks tiredly over at Levi. He’s never considered them to be particularly close, but he finds himself confessing, “To be honest, I’m not sure this is because of the alcohol.”  

Levi’s frown grows deeply. Evidently taking care of his puking roommate is fine, but Levi draws the line at having to take care of Moblit’s emotional mess. Despite this, Moblit continues. 

“I ... I went home with Hanji last night,” Moblit says slowly. Even though he’s been aware of this, he’s still processing it now that he’s saying it out loud. “I went home with Hanji last night and ... I can’t remember a fucking thing.”  

Levi looks at Moblit for the longest time, his expression unfathomable. Finally, he breathes in deeply and sighs through his nose before uttering the words Moblit least wants to hear: “Just talk to Hanji.”  

“I can’t talk to them!” Moblit squawks. He scrambles for a reason to justify evading any type of confrontation with Hanji, but his brain comes up empty. He’s stumbling over his words as Levi waits expectantly for an answer, but in the end Moblit only manages to muster, “I really can’t to Hanji. I just can’t, Levi.” 

“Your cowardice aside, do you really have any reason not to talk to them?” Levi asks. He leans back against the bathroom counter, arms crossed against his chest. He’s never been a tall person, but he towers over Moblit now as he stares down at the cowering, hungover idiot. “Moblit, do you like Hanji?” 

“Yes,” Moblit answers almost instantly.  

“There you go then,” Levi says with a nod. He pushes himself off the counter and turns around, done with taking care of Moblit and fed up with listening to his roommates non-issues. He walks off, not bothering to turn back as he tells Moblit, “Just talk to Hanji. And fucking eat something, Moblit. You’re going to pass out otherwise and neither of us can afford to pay a hospital bill.”  

He knows Levi is right, but he can’t muster up the courage to even call Hanji and ask about what had happened. The thought of it makes him feel weak in the knees.  

Moblit stares back at his sad reflection in the toilet bowl ... and then throws up again.  

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Moblit manages to avoid Hanji for an entire week, but it’s an agonizing week. Every day that passes without Hanji, Moblit finds himself growing more and more anxious. What if Hanji takes it the wrong way? He isn’t avoiding them because he doesn’t want to see them. He’s just avoiding them because he doesn’t want them to see him. He has several unread messages from Hanji and multiple voicemails from them that he was too scared to listen to. What if Hanji thought he was awful in bed? What if they found him unimpressive? What if they never wanted to speak to him ever again?  

He tried to speak to Levi about his anxieties, but Levi stubbornly refused to offer any help. His roommate would simply shake his head and tell Moblit to just talk to Hanji instead. Moblit shouldn’t be so surprised. Levi isn’t the kind of person people go to for emotional support.  

Eventually, Moblit breaks down and finds himself pounding on Hanji’s door. They look surprised to see Moblit standing at their residence when they open the door.  

“What are you doing here?” Hanji asks in confusion, brows knitted together as if they can’t quite believe Moblit has shown up. Moblit doesn’t know if it’s because Hanji doesn’t want to see him or if it’s simply because he had avoided Hanji for an entire week. “I thought you didn’t want to talk to me. You haven’t responded to any of my messages.”  

Ah, it’s the second one.  

“No, no, I’m just ... I’m so embarrassed,” Moblit confesses, cheeks burning red. He looks down at his shoes, unable to meet Hanji’s eyes until they bring their hand under his chin and force him to look up. 

“Would you like a reminder?” Hanji asks, voice low and seductive and something in Moblit melts. 

“Y-yes,” Moblit whispers. His eyes travel down his chest where Hanji’s fingers are trailing across the fabric of his shirt, tracing the buttons of his button-down.  

Hanji pulls him in by the collar and gives him a kiss. Their lips lock against his and it feels so familiar and so right as their lips slot together. When Hanji parts their lips, Moblit follows suit and he finds the taste of them so enticing. Whenever Hanji pulls away, Moblit finds himself desiring more and his hunger is only quenched once their lips meet again. 

Hanji pulls him into the apartment, shutting the door behind Moblit before pushing him up against the door. Between fervent kisses, they fill Moblit in about the details that were missing from that night one week ago. 

“We went into my room. You were so excited, could barely wait to strip yourself bare,” Hanji teases in between kisses. “We made out in my bed. And then you fell asleep.”  

“I ... I fell asleep?” Moblit asks, so mortified that he stops locking lips with Hanji. He’s shocked, unable to reciprocate the kisses that Hanji presses against his skin. Even as Hanji giggles, their breath hot against his jaw, Moblit can only stand there in absolute mortification and disbelief. “I fell asleep?”  

“Don’t worry, it was cute,” Hanji coos. They lean up to kiss the corner of Moblit’s open mouth. A hand reaches up to brush the hair away from Moblit’s eyes. They smile up at him coyly. “How about we give you something you can remember instead?”  

“I’d rather just forget everything that happened last week instead,” he groans, resting his head against Hanji’s shoulder. He’s still horribly embarrassed, but he does feel better when Hanji laughs, amused, even if it’s at his expense.  

[pickalilywrites]

We've seen the baking contest fics, how about a swimsuit competition for both male and female. Prize is an summer worth of a free stay at a 5 star island resort

(This is Levi seeing Zeke on stage in a speedo: 🙄)

i would have put my vote in for speedo!zeke tbh

a show with a view

snk ensemble. modern au. 2129 words.

The beach is abuzz with visitors that are here for the view but not of the ocean. Today is a swimsuit competition held at the nearby beach in Shiganshina. Like the previous competitions, this competition is also being sponsored by the Paradis Mall with the hopes that it would boost sales for the newest swimwear lines for their luxury stores Reiss and Warhammer. This time the prize is a much coveted all-expenses paid stay at any Fritz island resort, good for the entire summer. 

Erwin Smith is the only returning judge from the cooking competitions, but he has a sheepish smile on his face as he walks around with his clipboard. He’s greeted eagerly by many female participants as well as audience members, but he’s shyer than usual. “I didn’t read the invitation correctly and had assumed this would be another cooking competition. I agreed to it and only realized recently this was a swimsuit competition,” he says with a laugh. 

“What a shame,” Sasha sighs. She wears a leaf-patterned one piece bathing suit that she had fished out of her closet. She was the one that had dragged her friends to participate in this competition with the hopes that one of them would be able to win the all-expenses paid resort package, although she’s also content with just feasting at the barbeque taking place after the contest. “He would have won for sure if he were a participant instead of a judge.”  

“Well, I’m glad he’s just a judge. We have enough competition as it is,” Jean says. He glances around at the competition — many of the other male contestants are wearing normal swim trunks but there are a few in speedos — and does his best to assume a pose that will accentuate his abdominal muscles without looking like he’s trying too hard. 

“I say they should bring on as many people as they want. There’s no way we’ll lose!” Connie says with a wide grin. He’s far from being a bodybuilder — Connie’s body is more leaned and toned like a runner’s — but it’s not stopping him from having fun and striking a few classic bodybuilder poses. He winks cheekily when a group of girls squeals when he strikes a particularly dramatic pose.  

Reiner leans over as he observes the crowd that Connie is drawing. “Now there’s a strategy. Do you think I should try that out? Maybe it’ll get me more votes.”  

“Isn’t it enough that you oiled yourself up with that body oil? You practically drenched yourself in it,” Annie says with a slightly disgusted expression on her face. “It’s a good thing that I talked you out of getting a spray tan.” 

“I would have looked amazing in a spray tan,” Reiner pouts. He stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands on his hips as he flexes his biceps. He speaks through gritted teeth, his lips spread in overexaggerated smile, as he adds, “I bet I’d have more people looking over at me at least.” 

“For all the wrong reasons,” Annie replies with a roll of her eyes. She doesn’t bother posing or even standing up straight. Her arms are folded over her chest so that they cover the top of her blue two-piece bathing suit. She had been enticed by the talk of a luxury resort, but she’s beginning to think that a bathing suit competition isn’t worth it. She sees Bertholdt beside her assuming a similar position, but his expression is completely miserable. To Reiner, she says, “Look at Bertholdt. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. We shouldn’t have competed in this competition in the first place.”  

“I’m fine,” Bertholdt says. He’s still hunched over and doing his best to cover his torso but failing horribly because of his large stature. He smiles weakly at Annie. “I’m just ... a little embarrassed.”  

“What’s so embarrassing about wearing a swimsuit to a swimsuit competition? We’re on a beach anyway, so it should be even less embarrassing,” Reiner points out. He adjusts his pose so that he’s standing with his torso angled, giving the audience a flattering view of his abs. They’re perfectly toned from years of going to the gym.  

Bertholdt winces when the sunlight bounces from one of Reiner’s perfect pecs and into his eye. “It’s still embarrassing,” he mumbles. 

“Look at poor Bertholdt,” Ymir snickers. While the other female competitors are in swimsuits that reveal much of their skin, Ymir is in bikini bottoms and a wetsuit jacket that completely covers her top half. “If he’s so shy, he shouldn’t have competed in the first place. Not that I’m complaining. It makes it easier for me to win.”  

“Are you even trying to win? No offense, but your swimsuit isn’t exactly flattering,” Historia grumbles. She’s only an audience member this time, having chosen to step down from competing after her sister Frieda had been selected as a judge. While she does wear a swimsuit, she’s covered it up with a white sundress.  

“Do you want me to take a competition seriously? I didn’t want you to get jealous. I’m wearing a string bikini underneath,” Ymir says. She reaches up for her zipper and begins to pull it down slowly, a mischievous grin on her face.  

Historia stops Ymir midway, her face beginning to flush despite the wide brimmed sunhat she wears. “You can show me later. I can book us a stay at the resort. We should leave the prize to someone who can’t actually afford to book it themselves.” 

Ymir laughs and pulls Historia in for a hug. “As long as you’re the one paying.” 

“Must be nice to be rich,” Mikasa muses as she observes Ymir and Historia. She had opted for a sleek, black one piece. It’s cut deep in the back to show off her finely toned muscles, but she doesn’t bother flaunting them to the crowd. Even though she’s entered the swimsuit competition with the rest of her friends, she’ll still as modest as ever.  

“At least Historia’s not competing. I think I finally have a chance this time. Baking’s not really my forte, but I can stand in a swimsuit and look good,” Eren says. He strikes a power pose, his chest puffed out proudly, but it’s his loud, garish swim trunks that are catching everyone’s eyes. He glances over at Armin who’s standing awkwardly beside him. “You should have worn something more noticeable, Armin. You’re just going to blend in with everyone else like that.”  

“I think I’m okay with that,” Armin mumbles. He looks down at his feet, wiggling his sand-covered toes. He thought he would be fine participating if Eren and Mikasa were there with him, but he’s finding it more embarrassing than he had anticipated.  

Some participants, like Eld, are enjoying themselves. Eld assumes the pose of classical statues — Discobolus just about to throw a discus, Michaelangelo’s David, the pensive Thinker — and grins as he draws laughs from the crowd as well as his friends. Levi, however, is much less amused. 

“You look like you’re taking a shit,” Levi tells Eld, who hurriedly gets out of the Thinker pose and tries to think of another pose to assume. Unlike the rest of his friends, Levi is much less enthusiastic about the whole swimsuit competition. Although he’s wearing swim trunks, he’s covered up with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat to protect his skin from the sun.  

Petra leans over and tugs Levi’s sleeve gently. “Come on, Levi. Aren’t you having a little bit of fun?”  

Levi looks over at Petra and takes in her outfit — a crocheted cover up made by Gunther thrown over a white bikini. Finally, he concedes, “It’s not the worst.”  

“It’s going to get even better because I’m going to win.” Auruo stands beside Petra confidently. He’s flexing his muscles so hard that he has to speak through gritted teeth. Sweat rolls down his forehead under the bright sunlight and the strain of flexing his muscles, but his smile doesn’t break. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Petra.”  

“Just because you’re wearing a speedo doesn’t mean you’re going to win,” Petra says with a roll of her eyes. 

“Why not?” Auruo says with an indignant huff. He forgets posing for a moment, not bothering to make sure the light is hitting his abs at the right angle. “Zeke is getting a lot of attention. I’d say we’re about the same in terms of popularity.” 

Petra scoffs at the comparison. “You’re nowhere near the same level.”  

“I should hope not,” Levi says dryly as he watches Zeke flirts with Frieda Reiss as she comes around to judge. He rolls his eyes when Zeke offers a bicep out for Frieda to touch, which she does with a bashful giggle.  

Gunther runs up to his friends. His arms are filled with water bottles fresh from the ice cooler while his hands clutch electric fans that he passes out. While his friends are drinking water and fanning themselves, he’s fussing over them and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen from his fanny pack. 

“You guys need to stay hydrated. Didn’t I tell you it was going to be sunny today? The temperature’s up from yesterday, too. They should have held the competition on a different day,” Gunther grumbles as he slathers sunscreen on Auruo’s arm. He ignores Auruo’s complaints about sunscreen not being cool and scolds his friend saying, “Do you know what else isn’t cool? Sunburn and skin cancer.”  

Hanji isn’t participating this time, instead observing from a lounge chair under an umbrella that Moblit had set up. Moblit is seated beside them on a beach towel with an electric fan in his hand that he points towards Hanji. 

“What an excellent competition,” Hanji comments before taking a sip of coconut water. They pass it over to Moblit to take a sip. “Who do you think will win this time?” 

“Hm? I don’t really know. I haven’t been paying much attention,” Moblit says, which is true. He’s spent much of this time just making sure Hanji was in the shade and staying hydrated. “Maybe we should have participated, though. You could use a vacation. You’re always working.” 

“Aw, you really think I’d have a chance at winning?” Hanji laughs. They look over at their companion affectionately. “I suppose I have been working a lot. Maybe we could book a vacation soon.”  

Moblit beams. “I can pack.”  

Pieck is also watching as Gunther applies sunblock to Eld’s back despite Eld’s complaints. She turns to Porco with a sleepy smile. “That looks fun. Should we do that, too? It’s important to take care of your skin.”  

“You were very generous when you gave me sunblock before we left the house this morning,” Porco reminds her. He tries to act nonchalant, but his cheeks are flushed pink as he remembers just how eager Pieck had been to apply his sunscreen.  

“As you were with me,” Pieck nods, not embarrassed at all, “but it’s important to reapply every few hours.”  

Porco is a weak man. If they weren’t in public, he would have fallen on his knees already and agreed. “Let’s wait until the competition is over.”  

“Wonderful!” Pieck smiles.  

The air is filled with the sound of a bell and the judges wait for the crowd to quiet down before they take their place in front of the contestants. Frieda Reiss stands front and center with Willy Warhammer and Erwin Smith on either side of her. She looks absolutely stunning in her white sundress and wide-brimmed straw hat. When the wind blows, her skirt billows behind her, making her look like a goddess.  

“Hello, all. Thank you for everyone who participated in this year’s swimsuit competition. We had many stunning entries, some even wearing suits from our Reiss and Warhammer stores,” Frieda says, nodding towards Zeke who gives the crowd a wave. Frieda pauses to let the crowd swoon before continuing. “We hope you’ll be able to join us for our barbeque after the winner is announced.”  

The crowd cheers at the mention of free food. Sasha and Connie are particularly loud, and it elicits a smile from Erwin.  

“It is with great pleasure that I announce the winner of the all-expenses paid trip to one of the Fritz 5-star island resorts ...” Willy announces with great gusto. He pauses for dramatic affect, smiling as the crowd waits in suspense. “... Bertholdt Hoover!”  

Reiner is ecstatic. As soon as Bertholdt’s name was called, he swept his friend up in a hug and lifted him off his feet. “You won! Isn't this great?” 

“Just wonderful,” he lies. Bertholdt grits his teeth and smiles for the cameras that are already snapping away. He wants to sink into the sand and never come out. 

[pickalilywrites]

Can you write a scene based on part 2 of the rumbling when Armin and Zeke are talking in paths. When armin talks about how he felt while holding the leaf, Zeke feels a connection between them. Like how eren said that him and reiner are the same, Zeke remembers how his mentor was like a father to him. And how Erwin was like a mentor to armin, also when Zeke saw Armins burnt body in shiganshina❤🖤💚

this reminded me a lot of my older fics, so it was fun to write. thank you for requesting it. i hope you enjoy it. ❤️🖤💚

forever in the palm of your hand

zeke jaeger. armin arlert. canonverse. 1517 words.

We were all born to die, so why must you cling to this life so desperately?  

Zeke doesn’t understand it. He could never understand it. It must be why the goddess Ymir had chosen his younger brother over him. There must be something to life he has overlooked even though he’s convinced it’s the same for everyone: birth, suffering, and then dying. He’s seen it all his life, had it beaten into his bones ever since he was a child, so then why is he here sitting in front of a boy who will never understand?  

He’s not even certain the boy has heard any of his nihilistic lament. The boy — Armin, Eren’s childhood friend — is staring at something in the white sand. His hand reaches out, brushing the sand away to pull out a baseball. The sight of it makes Zeke’s eyes widen in surprise. 

Armin holds the baseball, old and worn down, carefully as if it might break if he grasps it too hard. It looks just like the baseball that Zeke had thrown around as a child with Mr. Xavier.  

“It was as the sun was setting,” Armin begins as he gazes down at the baseball sitting in his hand. "I was racing Eren and Mikasa ... racing to the tree on the hill.” 

Armin’s eyes become distant as he recalls the memories of his childhood. As he speaks, grass begins to spring from the sand. The stars in the night sky within the Paths fade as the surrounding brightens and the sky becomes a perfect sky-blue. Clouds are painted in the sky like a beautiful portrait and the sun shines with a brilliant light. The gentle breeze caresses Zeke’s cheek and the grass rustles against the wind. He no longer sits in an endless desert but on a grassy hill. He can hear the sound of children running in the distance. When he turns his head, he sees his younger brother running up the hill with Mikasa following closely — but not too closely — behind. Trailing behind them is a young Armin Arlert struggling to keep up but with a smile on his face nonetheless. 

Zeke returns his gaze to the present day Armin and he sees a village some distance away. It’s a small village nowhere near the size of the Eldian compound that Zeke had grown up in, and it was far from being as developed as the Marelyan colonies across the sea.  

“Eren started running the moment after he suggested the race, Mikasa deliberately lagged behind him. Of course, I was last,” Armin says, smiling as the event takes place in front of them just as he had described. There is no bitterness or grief as he recounts his memory, only fondness. “But the wind that day was slightly warm, and it felt so good just running. The wind stirred up all the dead leaves.”  

A zephyr brushes past and the fallen leaves swirl across the hill. It’s such a simple moment, one that Zeke would have otherwise overlooked, but he cannot deny the beauty of it. All this time, he had been too bitter to truly enjoy anything of the world.  

“When I would read inside on rainy days,” Armin says, and the scene changes around them once more. 

They sit inside a cabin, a fire flickering in the fireplace with blankets draped across their shoulders. By the window with a candle lit for light, a young Armin sits with his eyes fixed on a book. He reads ravenously, only blinking when he had finished a page and needed to turn it. His fingers traces the words as he reads, his lips moving ever so slightly as he read to himself in the dark. The corners of his mouth are turned upward in an insuppressible smile. 

“... when I fed acorns to a squirrel ...” 

Zeke sees Armin crouched on the ground, his hand outstretched to a squirrel. In his hand is an offering of nuts he had gathered from the forest Zeke and Armin sit in now. The younger Armin — older than he had been in the previous flashbacks, perhaps a teenager at this moment — wears a familiar uniform that Zeke remembers as the old Scouting Legion uniform. Behind Armin are his friends, some observing the squirrel with interest while others make jokes at each other in the background.  

“... and when we walked around the market together I felt the same way,” Armin says. 

Zeke stands with Armin at a market now. The air is filled with the smell of freshly baked pastries and delicious street food — skewers of tender meat dripping in creamy ranch-mayo, sandwiches stuffed with smoked herring, onions, radish, pickles between a toasted golden bun, and thick potato noodles fried in oil and sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. The streets are crumbling and the stalls are weathered and worn, the wood peeling from years under the sun and the fabric faded, but the merchants smile and call out to customers easily, coaxing them to at least try a bite.  

Zeke sees Armin once more strolling through the stalls with his friends, all of them snacking on a drumstick or two. It’s probably all they can afford on their military wages, but they seem content anyway. They laugh and smile as they walk through the stalls, pointing at simple things that they find amusing — a dog running off with a string of sausages, a child playing in the fountain, a nobleman who has lost his hat to the wind. Despite their suffering, they’ve found something to laugh about.  

“... I had the sense that these insignificant moments were incredibly precious,” Armin says. He raises the baseball and Zeke wonders why he feels the same warmth gazing at it that he had felt when he watched his younger brother race up the hill with his friends all those years ago. 

“Where did you get that?” Zeke asks.  

“This ...?” Armin holds the baseball out towards Zeke just for a moment. “I found it buried in the sand.” 

“Why would it be there?” Zeke wonders aloud.  

“Who can say?” Armin replies. “But even though this isn’t needed to multiply, to me, it’s an incredibly precious thing.”  

Feelings that Zeke had long forgotten, feelings that he had buried deep in the sands of his memory, flood him with warmth. He remembers the sting of his hand when he had caught the ball for the first time, the flush of his cheeks when Mr. Xaver had praised him for his talent, and the feeling of the sun on his skin as he threw and caught the ball over and over and over. 

“That’s right,” Zeke says as he’s transported back in time to his youth. He can see Mr. Xaver, whose face he has nearly forgotten, raising his hand to throw the ball towards him again. It was a meaningless game, and still they would throw and catch the ball until the sun set. “We would just throw the ball, and catch it, and then throw it again. Just like that. Over and over.”  

He sees himself meeting Mr. Xaver eagerly, running to the empty alleyway that they would always play catch. The sun is high in the sky, and sweat drips down a young Zeke’s face after a long day of Warrior training. Still, his lips are stretched into a smile as he catches the ball Mr. Xaver throws at him and his smile grows wider still when Mr. Xaver offers him praise for such a brilliant catch. They play like that, throwing the ball back and forth with Mr. Xaver occasionally offering Zeke tips or giving him praise, and neither notices when the sky darkens as the sun begins to set. 

He looks at Armin and the boy’s memories flash before him: the late Commander Smith smiling down at him as he offers Armin advice on the field, the Commander making a rousing speech as Armin looks on admiringly, the late Commander barely breathing as he bleeds out from his injuries while Armin similarly clings to life after having been nearly burnt to ashes from the Colossal Titan. So this boy had suffered as well, had grieved the loss of his mentor, and had gone through unspeakable pain. Still, this child can remember his past fondly and look forward to the future. 

Armin’s hand remains outstretched, the baseball still offered to Zeke.  

Zeke looks down at it, the bitterness he has felt all his life fading. He had never found beauty in life, but now that it has been revealed to him he can’t look away. He shouldn’t reach for the baseball being offered to him, not when he’s convinced himself that all life ever led to was death, but his hand moves without him thinking and Zeke finds his fingers close around the baseball he had thrown around with Mr. Xaver all those years ago.  

“... but it’s as you say,” Zeke says, his voice trembling slightly. “I would’ve been happy just playing catch forever.”  

Zeke looks up at Armin and finds the boy smiling at him without any malice, and Zeke smiles back.  

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104th Valentines day dance. Modern AU fic.

leave your love on the dance floor

104th trainee squad. high school au. 1558 words.

A small crowd of students has gathered on the dance floor, watching as Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein compete in an impromptu dance off. What had started as a competition for a girl’s attention has evolved into something more: a battle to flaunt their rhythmic prowess. The stakes? There are none. The judges? Nobody, save themselves because both boys are convinced that anyone else who has an opinion is biased in some way. The prize? Presumably the praise of Mikasa Ackerman, who had abandoned the battle two minutes in because sweaty teenaged boys flailing around underneath bright lights can only be interesting for so long.  

“Is that all you got, Kirstein?” Eren pants as he spins around and strikes what he thinks is a slick pose. His movements have lost their earlier crispness. Each movement bleeds into the next as he hurriedly thinks up his next move before his mind goes completely blank.  

“I’m just getting started,” Jean growls, but he takes a few beats to catch his breath before he begins a series of isolations that start from one hand and travels to the other: the fingers of his right hand connecting to the fingers of his left moving in a wave that travels across his arms and then back again. Once the wave meets at his fingers once more, his whole body shivers and his body moves robotically. It would be impressive if he hadn’t done the same move three times that night already.  

By now, their classmates are less excited and more intrigued, curious to see which of the two will collapse first. They’ve set up a betting pool at the back of the gymnasium, but so far the bets are evenly split. There are a few bonus pools being set up with some of the more interesting ones being: how many times Jean will do the robot on the dance floor, which teacher will eventually break the two up, and how much sweat is going to bleed through Eren’s dress shirt.  

Ymir’s arm is slung across Historia’s shoulders. The two are observing Eren and Jean’s dance off like the other students, but they’ve chosen to stay in the corner of the gymnasium rather to avoid the mass of sweaty bodies underneath the bright lights of the dance floor. While Ymir is grinning with amusement, Historia’s upper lip is curled in disgust as she wonders how anyone could find this entertaining. 

“Don’t they look like they’re trying to mate each other?” Ymir snickers. She glances towards the betting table. She’s already visited it multiple times to make different bets, each one more ridiculous than the next. “Do you think I can set up a pool on whether or not they’re going to fall in love with each other by the end of the night?”  

“Ugh, I don’t know how they’re still going at it,” Historia says with a sniff. She carefully places a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear where it belongs. All the while, she scrutinizes Eren and Jean as they continue to dance. “I’d rather be dead than caught dancing like an idiot.” 

“Really?” Ymir asks. She leans down slightly and grins cheekily at Historia. “What if you were dancing with me? Maybe in a place with a little more privacy?” 

Historia rolls her eyes, but it’s impossible for her to suppress her smile as Ymir nudges her towards the back exit of the gymnasium. Eventually, she lets out a laugh and places a hand on the arm Ymir offers her and allows the brunette to guide her towards the exit for a dance away from any prying eyes. 

Near the snack bar, Sasha is trying to stuff as many chocolates into her tiny purse as possible. Connie, as always, is her willing accomplice, looking over their shoulders every once in a while before shoving more chocolates into Sasha’s purse.  

“What are you two doing?” Marco asks, startling Sasha so that a handful of her chocolates fall from her hand and scatter across the floor. 

“Oh my god! Connie, you said you were looking for teachers,” Sasha hisses before bending down to gather the chocolates she’s dropped. 

“Marco’s not a teacher,” Connie protests before stooping down to help Sasha gather the fallen sweets. He looks up at Marco with a threatening glare. “You’re now an accomplice to our crimes. You snitch, you die.”  

Marco disguises a laugh with a cough. He also kneels to help Sasha and Connie pick up the chocolates. “You know that these are going to melt, right?” he asks. He drops the remaining chocolates he’s gathered into Sasha’s giddy hands. 

“What? No, they won’t. It’s not like I’m holding them,” Sasha says. To prove it, she holds open her purse for Marco to see. She takes a glance for herself as well and is horrified to see some of the chocolates oozing out of their shiny wrappers. “Oh no!”  

“They melted? But they were barely in there!” Connie cries. He’s as equally horrified as Sasha. 

Marco presses his lips together as he tries hard not to smile at his friends’ childishness. “You know, we could go shopping tomorrow. Valentine’s chocolates usually get a huge discount the day after.”  

Sasha and Connie immediately stop morning and look to Marco, clinging to his sleeves with their eyes shining with excitement. Sasha’s earlier frown is now stretched into an ecstatic smile. “You’ll really buy us all the chocolate we want?” she asks.  

“Ah, that isn’t what I said,” Marco says with a nervous laugh, but he doesn’t want to kill his friends’ vibes so he doesn’t outright deny them all the chocolate their hearts desire. After all, how much chocolate can they eat before they get sick of it?  

In another corner of the gymnasium, Reiner Braun has dragged his two unwilling friends to the photobooth. He’s decked them from head to toe with all the props and Valentine's Day accessories that the booth provided. He loves mementos and, in his excitement, doesn’t notice his friends’ lack of enthusiasm. He’s grinning from ear to ear, posing for one more “last photo” even though he’s been saying that for the past fifteen minutes and the line for the photobooth is growing longer and longer.  

“Ah, Annie, you’re not smiling in this one either,” Reiner laughs as he examines the photo strip. He tucks it into the pocket of his blazer and throws his arms around Bertholdt and Annie, getting ready for another photo. “Let’s take one more and we can go. Smile this time!”  

“I am,” Annie grumbles, but her mouth has been curved downward the entire night. 

“Can we stop now?” Bertholdt asks through teeth that have been clenched in a smile the entire time. Even though he smiles, his eyes beg for someone to put him out of his misery. He clutches the pink stuffed bear Reiner had handed him earlier so tightly that the stuffing is threatening to burst through its hot pink seams.  

“Just one more. I want to take a really good photo!” Reiner says, pulling Annie and Bertholdt even closer, oblivious to their groans.  

In addition to the photobooth, the student council also had various games set up against the side of the gym for students to win Valentine's Day themed prizes: plushies, chocolates, and coupons for couples activities like movies or restaurants. Mikasa and Armin are currently occupying themselves at one of the games — a skeeball game where you can win after achieving a certain number of points. They had decided to play games rather than staying on the dance floor after watching Eren and Jean compete against each other. Mikasa had left because she didn’t find it interesting and Armin because he couldn’t watch without dying inside from secondhand embarrassment.  

Mikasa is clearing out the entire prize inventory, much to the dismay of the booth manager who has subtly hinting for Mikasa to try out a different booth for the past five games.  

“You have so many stuffed animals now,” Armin says almost wistfully as he gazes at Mikasa’s ever-growing pile of plushies. His winnings are abysmal in comparison. He has only one a small plushie the size of his palm. “Where are you even going to keep them?” 

“They’re for Eren,” Mikasa replies before throwing another ball directly into the center hole, once again scoring enough points to win another large stuffed animal. 

“Oh,” Armin says.  

Mikasa notices Armin’s crestfallen face. She takes a moment to gesture for the booth master to get her one of the remaining stuffed animals: a large dolphin. Instead of adding it to her bag of prizes, she instead presents it to Armin. “This one is for you, though,” she tells him. 

“O-oh!” Armin stammers, his cheeks turning pink. He looks at the only prize he’s won, a fluffy pink bunny holding a red heart. He offers it out to Mikasa shyly. “You should have this one then, Mikasa.”  

Mikasa trades her dolphin for Armin’s bunny stuffed animal. She touches the soft fabric of the bunny’s ear, rubbing it between her fingers with a smile on her face. “Thank you,” she tells Armin. Her gaze rests on him, eyes filled with affection. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”  

“Yeah,” Armin says as he feels himself fill with warmth underneath her gaze. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”  

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Rivetra. Levetra. Levi and Petra. Doing something, whatever you want :)

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The Prince Arrives

Rivetra. Royal Guard AU. 

5199 words. 

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“Disappointed?” Eld asks as they line up to meet the new prince.

It’s not really a new prince. It’s more like the missing prince, the one that no one ever really knew existed. Some say that he’s not a real prince. He’s a bastard, they whisper, a thug who lived in the dark alleys and would have stayed where he belongs if he hadn’t tried to raid the wrong carriage. Prince Erwin immediately recognized him as an Ackerman, taking him under his wing kindly, although others would gossip about how he was planning on using this newly uncovered royal gem as a way to claim the kingdom next door.

Ah, but that’s all politics really and guards aren’t supposed to bother themselves with it. They are meant to serve and protect the king and his family, not whisper behind their back.

“Disappointed?” Petra mumbles, barely moving her lips. She looks straight ahead, trying to maintain the stoic face that all guards are expected to have at all times. People complain about how laughing or smiling too much hurt their cheeks, but Petra thinks keeping such a straight face is exhausting. “Why would I be disappointed?”

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Pickalily’s Rivetra Masterpost

A masterpost of all of my Rivetra fics and drabbles~ Will be updated accordingly ^^ Feel free to let me know if there any issues with it!

10 Kisses Canonverse. One-Shot. A collection of ships finding their way under the mistletoe during Christmas.

All The Stars Canonverse. One-Shot. In the forest where he had last seen her living, Levi reminisces.

To Be Loved Canonverse. One-Shot. Smut. Levi understands what it is to be loved.

The Best Gift Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi celebrates Christmas with his wife, his daughter, and his squad.

Christmas With You Canonverse. One-Shot. Christmas isn’t a day that Levi normally celebrates, but Petra won’t have him spending the holiday alone.

Cute Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi finds himself becoming jealous of his newest subordinate’s relationship with Petra.

Day Off Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi learns how to take time off.

Don’t You Think? Canonverse. One-Shot. Of course that annoying scientist would know exactly what question would make Humanity’s Strongest choke on his coffee so early in the morning.

Fine Canonverse. One-Shot. Petra hides behind a smile and convinces the captain that she’s fine, just fine.

First Impressions Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi encounters a drunk Petra at a bar as she acts out an exaggerated caricature of the surly captain’s character.

Gentle Kiss Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi’s bite is far gentler than anyone might have imagined.

In the Silence Canonverse. One-Shot. Together they lay in bed, soaking in the silence.

Is It Too Late to Say I’m Sorry? Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi seeks forgiveness.

Kindness and Cruelty Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi finds that her smile cuts deeper than a knife in the heart.

Last Dance of the Night. Canonverse. One-Shot. Entranced, Levi watches as Petra waltzes across the ballroom floor, her partners always changing to everyone else but him.

Let Go Canonverse. One-Shot. Before she leaves, Petra learns to let go.

Love Unrequited Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi knows she will never love him. He doesn’t deserve it.

Memories Canonverse. One-Shot. The memories of her are painful, and yet he can’t help but remember.

No Happy Endings Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi should have known they were doomed from the start.

Not Yet Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi and Petra share one last dance.

Something Sweet The taste of peaches and flaky pastry crusts reminds Levi of the kindness of a stranger he encountered long ago.

Something to Drink to Canonverse. One-Shot. During a party to celebrate New Year’s, various ships in the Scouting Legion find something to drink to.

Untitled*** Canonverse. One-Shot. Levi doesn’t blame her for running into the arms of another. In a way, it was his fault.

Untitled*** Canonverse. One-Shot. Petra visit’s Levi beyond the grave. He’d rather be alone.

Untitled*** Canonverse. One-Shot. Smut.

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Daddy’s Little Girl Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Levi’s Squad visits the Ackermans and their little girl Grace.

Here and Now Canon Divergence. One-Shot. A series of Christmases from Levi’s childhood in the underground until now.

Holding Up the World Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Levi comes home to his pregant wife and knows what it’s like to hold the world in his hands.

Never Be the Same Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Petra returns home to Paradis after the mission in Liberio is a success.

Tomorrow Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Levi considers marriage after the war.

The Most Beautiful Sound in the World Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Levi has known death for so long, the sound of life brings him to tears.

Baby Talk Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Levi’s son says “Merry Christmas.” Or, well, tries to as well as any month-old baby can.

Can You Please Stay With Me? Series Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 . Modern AU. After years of being together, Levi and Petra’s roads diverge.

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Christmas Surprise Modern AU. One-Shot. The Ackerman parents spend Chirstmas morning with their darling daughter Grace.

Is It Too Late? Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi’s friend’s struggle to find the perfect birthday present, but all Levi really wants is to spend his day with a special someone.

Misplaced Mistletoe Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi and Petra return home from a Christmas party and Levi discovers what Petra has done with the mistletoe she had mischievously taken with her.

Missed Under the Mistletoe Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi finds himself in a foul mood when he catches Petra spending time with someone else on Christmas. It’s nothing a little mistletoe can’t fix.

Mistletoe Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi is Petra’s Secret Santa but he finds it difficult to find the perfect Christmas gift for her.

Office Party Modern AU. One-Shot. Petra is unfortunately paired with her least favorite coworker to help plan the holiday office party.

Old-Fashioned Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi learns what it means to define a relationship.

A Perfect Evening Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi finds the perfect way to propose to Petra on Christmas day.

Santa Levi Modern AU. One-Shot. Levi dons a Santa suit to please the children, but it doesn’t fool his daughter.

Subtle Modern AU. One-Shot. Despite finally having the courage to express his romantic feelings to Petra and becoming her boyfriend, Levi still struggles to fully convey just how much he likes her. EruHan helps him. Subtly, of course.

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50 Shades of Clean 50 Shades of Gray AU. Crack. Petra finds out what Levi’s singular interest is.

Finding a Place Called Home Chapter 1.  Anastasia AU. After the fall of the Ackerman family, the Bolsheviks rise and Russia falls into even greater despair and poverty. Years later, there are rumors that an Ackerman managed to escape with many claiming to be the missing Ackerman. After Petra and her friends stumble across a man with a striking resemblance to the Ackerman prince, they come up with a scheme to escape the life that they know.

Inner Demons Angel and Demon AU. Angel Petra Ral is paired with Demon Levi Ackerman to tally up the good and evil in the world to determine if the earth is worth saving.

When Winter Comes ASOIAF AU. Petra Ral is a member of the Night’s Watch, a military order that guards the Walls to keep the kingdom safe. During a nightly patrol on the Wall, Captain Levi Ackerman suggests that danger to the kingdom is much closer than she might think.  

Author AU 1 | 2. Levi Ackerman is the author of the popular series Attack on Titan, but he hides behind a pen name. During a visit to the mall during a Christmas holiday, he runs into a little ginger elf who happens to be a big fan of his.

What Are You Doing Christmas Eve? Band AU. One-Shot. On New Year’s Eve, Levi’s band performs for a New Year’s stage and asks a shy redhead to perform with them.

Mille-Fieulle Bakery AU. One-Shot. Levi bakes a sweet dessert in an attempt to ask out the cute ginger-haired customer out.

Heart Skips a Beat College AU. One-Shot. Coming home from the annual Halloween party from the frat house down the street, Petra is very drunk and all she really wants is to do is cuddle with the very cute guy dressed as an EMT. Unfortunately, he’s very in character and more interested in seeing that she gets home safely and NOT jumping into bed with her. 

Hidden Track College Band AU. One-Shot. Levi has always kept his private life separate from his professional life. It's what he's used to and what he prefers. He doesn't know why the nosy ginger in his music composition class is so hellbent on disrupting that balance, but he doesn't like it one bit.

IT Help Desk College AU. One-Shot. It’s always hectic during finals week, but it’s a little more so when Levi finds a ginger-haired student having a mental breakdown in front of him at the IT help desk.

Love Hurts <<Discontinued>> Chapter 1 | 2. Cop!Petra & Nurse!Levi AU. Officer Petra finds herself under the care of surly nurse Levi after she lands herself in the hospital.

Let’s Fall in Love! Series Chapter 1 | 2 | 3. Dating Show AU. Petra Ral, lead singer of Wings of Freedom, participates in Let’s Fall in Love!, a reality TV show where celebrities pretend to date. She gets paired up with Levi Ackerman, the vocalist of No Name and someone she’s long dreamed of meeting, only to find out that he’s nothing at all like she imagined.

Tears for the Devil Devil AU. One-Shot. For the first time in his wretched existence, Levi finds someone who will cry for him.

The Secret to Flying The Greatest Showman AU. One-Shot. Acrobat Petra teaches Levi how to detach himself from the rules that confine him so that he can fly.

But It’s Not Like You’d Do Anything High School AU. One-Shot. Levi detests high school parties, but he finds himself at one yet again when he hears that there’ll be an unlikely partygoer - Petra Ral, the shy girl in band that plays the French horn.

Last Dance High School AU. One-Shot. Petra Ral returns home from prom only to find Levi waiting for her on her front porch.

Parents High School AU. One-Shot. Levi has some very ... unconventional methods of proving how good of a dad he is.

Be Still My Beating Heart Chapter 1 | 2. Jane Eyre AU. At Rosewood Manor, Petra works as a governess under the handsome Master Walcott and though he claims he has nothing to hide, the strange sounds in the attic are difficult to ignore.

A Love That Blooms Series Chapter 1. K-Drama AU. In an attempt to save her father’s beloved bookstore, Petra enters into a marriage contract with the city’s most influential businessman - Levi Ackerman. 

I’ll See You in the Place Where We’ll Meet Kimi no Na wa AU. One-Shot. Petra sees the same person in her dreams and wakes up in his body the next day. In a strange way, it must be fate.

The Next Five Years Part 1. The Last Five Years AU. After a failed marriage and struggling to land a career in Broadway, Petra finds herself a burnt-out waitress working multiple part-time jobs just to make ends meet. Life is almost unbearable until a quiet but kind neighbor moves in next door.

Oh, oh, oh, It’s Magic! Series Part 1 | 2. Magic Coffee Shop AU. Levi stumbles into a coffee shop that his friend Erwin swears is magic.

Something Like Magic Series Chapter 1 | 2. Magicians AU. Levi detests the type of stage magic that rising magician Petra Ral performs. It’s gaudy and extravagant with the kind of showiness that he finds excessive, and yet he finds he can’t take his eyes off her.

A Love More Than Diamonds Series Chapter 1. My Girl + My Strange Hero AU. To fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish, Levi hires Petra to pose as his fiancée.

In the Bleak Midwinter Series Chapter 1 | 2. Peaky Blinders/Gang AU. After struggling to find work after the Great War, Petra’s friends become involved with the dangerous Ackerman Clan in order to bring home enough money to support their families. Petra manages to convince the head of the Ackerman Clan to employ her in exchange for her friends’ safety.

A Place Where We Belong Rapunzel AU. One-Shot. Master thief Levi originally planned to run away with a crown only to find himself stuck with a strange girl that’s been locked in a tower for years. Oh, and she has magical hair, too.

Waiting For You Reincarnation AU. One-Shot. Levi sees her in dreams. Somehow it feels like destiny.

Make a Wish Rise of the Guardians AU. One-Shot. Jack Frost spirit Levi visits a sick girl and tries to grant her a wish.

Royal Guard AU Part 1. Petra meets Prince Ackerman, a new arrival under the protection of the Smiths, and attempts to become a part of the royal guard meant to protect him.

Shoujo Manga AU 1 | 2 | 3 | 4. All Levi really wants is to get close to the cute kouhai in his friend’s math club. Zeke Jaeger is making it a little more difficult than it needs to be.

You Don’t Have to Be Alone Spiderman AU. One-Shot. Levi is a hero, but it’s difficult to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders all alone.

This Love Series <<Discontinued>> Chapter 1 | 2. This Lullaby AU. Levi has long since given up on love, but a hopelessly romantic musician waltzes into his life insisting that the stuff’s not only sung in songs just for show.

Late Night Snack Vampire AU. One-Shot. Levi Ackerman goes out for a midnight snack when an enticing redhead catches his eye.

When the Full Moon Rises, Give Me Your Love  Vampire AU. One-Shot. Petra Ral: dutiful daugther, a woman of the 1800s, and betrothed to the honorable Zeke Jaeger. Levi Ackerman: a centuries-old vampire, a night creature that thirsts for blood, and a frequent visitor of Petra's dreams.

Witch Boy Part 1 | 2. Witch AU. Her red hair marks her as the devil’s, and hysterical villagers attempt to drown her. Petra finds herself saved by a real witch.

Promise Me You’ll Write WW2 AU. One-Shot. Soldiers come to seek refuge in Petra’s father’s house, and Petra reluctantly allows them to stay.

Wish xxxHolic AU. One-Shot. Eren Jaeger returns home to find a very affectionate fox spirit waiting for the wish shop keeper.

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Pickalily’s Falbi Masterpost

A masterpost of my Falbi fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Please Look At Me Canonverse. One-Shot. All Falco really wants is for Gabi to notice him. 

Run Away Canonverse. One-Shot. Falco and Gabi seek shelter only to find themselves being housed by the family of the woman Gabi killed. 

Somewhere We Belong Canonverse. One-Shot. Gabi doesn’t plan on apologizing. She doesn’t understand why Connie Springer forgives her anyway.  A Stubborn Love  Canonverse. One-Shot. Kaya doesn’t understand why Falco cares about Gabi so deeply. Frankly, Falco doesn’t understand it either, but he still clings Gabi almost desperately. 

Stupid Game Canonverse. One-Shot. In an attempt to hide their identities, Falco and Gabi pretend to be normal people in front of Sasha’s sister Kaya. 

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From the Top of the Mountain Canon Divergence. One-Shot. Falco confesses his love for Gabi who refuses to acknowledge his feelings. 

Save You Canon Divergent. One-Shot. He’s weak and slow and far from the hero he wants to be, but Falco would still risk everything to save Gabi. 

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You and Me at the End of the World  SF8 AU. One-Shot. The world is ending in a week. While others have abandoned their normal lives to pursue dreams they might otherwise never get to, Falco lives his life as normally as he ever did: waking up, going to school, and coming back home to complete homework assignments that will never be graded. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he prefers it because there isn't really much he wants to do aside from live his life normally. When his friend Zofia draws his attention to a post from a message board asking for people with superpowers to reveal themselves, Falco meets Gabi and somehow gets roped into her plan to save the world.