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drunkoffsmoke · 6 months ago

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Hi I’m back again!And if you don’t mind do you have any more platonic Headcanons but this time for Erwin or Levi as a father figure?

a/n: erm. ermmm. we are not going to talk about how extremely late i am. let's just say i forgot about writing this and hope that you forgive me🙏 decided to write for both as a little treat for being this patient with me. (im 100% sure you forgot about this too).

PAIRING: FATHER FIGURE!LEVI ACKERMAN x GN!READER, FATHER FIGURE!ERWIN SMITH x GN!READER (both separate)

FANDOM: SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN // ATTACK ON TITAN.

GENRE: PLATONIC, FLUFF, HEADCANONS.

! WARNING ! none.

Levi Ackerman.

He knows his job very well, he knows he's bound to serve and protect humanity for the rest of his life. Not like he wants it any other way, somebody needs blood on their hands so others can live peacefully. He'll be the one to bare his teeth.

But one thing he couldn't understand is you. You in general. No matter how many times he shoo's you away or throws snappy remarks, you always seem to be trailing around him like a lost dog. You don't ask for his attention, you just — sit there. Admiring him, even.

He's used to people admiring him. He's Humanity's Strongest Soldier after all, but your admiration is different from the rest. At first he thinks it's love and he was more than prepared to turn down your feelings for him, but then he realized;

It's not the romantic kind of love.

He overhears one of his subordinates talking to another one about you, specifically about how you constantly trail around and the reason why. Turns out your father packed his bags and left when you were young, leaving you and your mother behind with little to no pity.

Suddenly, it all clicks together. The greetings, the constant following, just the desire to be near him likely filled the empty hole in your heart, the hole your father left once he did too.

Truth to be told, he doesn't know how to act, how to think. He can't look at you the same anymore.

He no longer ushers you away. He kind of stopped with the remarks, too. They're still there, but they only come out in order to remind you that you need to do better in training or while on expeditions. Other than that, it's just pure silence.

He doesn't get affectionate in public, but while you two are alone, he might praise you or even pat your shoulder in comfort. His cold heart warms at the happy look you have on your face after he does that.

You might get accepted at the 'big guys' (where Levi and the other superiors sit) table, but it's unlikely. Still, he does glance at you from all the way over there.

Despite all of this, the training isn't easier — it's harder. He makes you do a couple more push-ups than the rest, make you run a few more laps and chooses stronger opponents during sparring. You have to be prepared if he's not with you on a mission, he can't afford to lose you.

He won't admit it, but he's afraid. Deeply afraid of growing too attached, of having to see you die just like the rest. That's the reasoning behind the harsher training. But in the end, your hard efforts are rewarded with a cup of tea he made for you and a few words of affirmation. Levi wasn't one to use many words either way.

Comforting is not his strongest suit, but if anything ever bothers you, he can listen. He can and will be the shoulder you can lean on.

You've never expressed your issues to him, or anyone for that matter — but Levi always seemed to know. Whatever troubled you, he knew. Or at least, had a slight idea. Sometimes he could relate, sometimes he couldn't, but he always cheered you up at the end of your rants with silly jokes.

While on expeditions together, you bet that he will be by your side constantly. If you ever get out of his sight, he'll begin silently panicking and desperately search for you. At the end of the day he won't scold you for leaving his side, but if you end up getting hurt, he'll either blame himself or grow irritated. You knew how to protect yourself and use the ODM gear, he was training you himself — so why is there a big gash in your arm?

He never says it but, he's sorry things have to be harsher with you. He wished he could be at ease more and actually be a decent father figure. It's just not in his nature to be like that.

But you know and understand that. And he's forever grateful for it.

Erwin Smith.

He notices almost instantly — the way you work extra hard whenever he's supervising the training alongside Levi, the way you always greet him and ask about his day, how you always tried to cheer him up after a tough expedition.

You're young, he's old. He knows not to confuse these feelings with romantic ones, so there's really just one option left:

You see him as a father figure.

He's heard of your issues from Levi. It wouldn't affect him if it were any other cadet, but it affected him because it was about you. The lovable and cheerful recruit who was never seen with a frown on their face. I guess it affects him because you're always present in his life, whether it be day or night.

He swore to keep things professional either way, to treat you just like he treats the others, that you're nothing more than a subordinate even with this growing fondness you had for him.

But subconsciously he grew attached. Subconsciously, he gave you soft smiles from across the room whenever your eyes would meet, waved at you and asked about your day whenever you passed by eachother in the hallways.

Much like Levi, he will train you just as hard. He can't risk it. He's getting older and older, who knows how long he'll be able to protect you?

But to his ease, you put up with such exercises and ever surpass his expectations. He can't help but feel proud whenever you return to him after running countless laps with sweat glistening on your skin. He can rest well knowing that you're capable of taking care of yourself.

Unlike with the captain, the conversations with him are always deep and meaningful — either about history or poetry, sometimes even about the unknown. Debates between you two happen often, and he enjoys every one of them because he's getting to know you and your morals better.

He's more prone to showing affection in public and that can sometimes get other recruits jealous. If they make ill-intended comments on your relationship with him, he'll step in and show that it's not their business.

One of his favorite activities with you is play chess. He, almost all the time, is black — that's because he wants to know what your first move is. He needs to know if you're learning from him or not.

Will probably not invite you to the 'big guys' table. He thinks you should spend time with your friends instead of with some old blokes who are also your superiors. But if you have none (you're not the only one) and the others are fine with it, he'll invite you over on small occasions.

Doesn't know how to comfort either, but he will give you his opinion on things that bother you. He'll hold you close as your facade finally breaks down and affectionately rub your back.

Asks Hange about things he could do with you. He wants to spend time with you and fill that gaping hole in your heart because you deserve better.

On expeditions, you will also be under his watchful gaze at all times. Won't panic if you're out of sight, he trusts that you know how to take care of yourself. Is proud whenever you return unscathed, but if luck is not on your side and you wound your leg, he won't be mad nor dissappointed. He'll spend some time with you and get your mind off the expedition, then return to his usual duties.

It's a bit harder for you two to spend a whole day together, mostly because Erwin is a commander and all of the responsibilities are on his shoulders, but those little moments where you just bring him a cup of coffee whenever he's been at his desk for more than two hours and leave right after make him smile.

He's thankful to have you.

#x male reader #x gn reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #levi ackerman #erwin x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #aot erwin #platonic #headcanons #fluff

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dostoevskya · 4 months ago

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アルミン — STUCK IN THE MIDDLE.

꩜ [ attack on titan ] armin arlert x reader (ft. eren and mikasa)

wc: 800+

-> third person pov; crack and fluff; established relationship; heavy eremika themes; breakups and getting back together; being supportive for your newly-separated friends 👍

now playing… i don’t love you by my chemical romance

“WHEN YOU GO, AND WOULD YOU SAY, ‘I DON’T LOVE YOU LIKE I DID YESTERDAAAAY’?”

armin cringed at the cacophony that was eren’s heartbroken voice. he watched on pitifully as his best friend hunched over a cheeseburger and inharmoniously cried out to a my chemical romance song.

it was a bit past 11pm, and they were parked outside the downtown wendy’s. the parking lot was deserted save for armin’s blue mini cooper, but the fast food chain’s neon “open 24/7” sign still flickered underneath the february stars. the highway was silent, aside from the occasional speeding SUVs.

between the chorus and the next verse, eren’s voice cracked, and he choked on a french fry. armin punched his back and successfully dislodged the offensive potato wedge from eren’s throat.

eren sniffed, giving up on attempting to (unsuccessfully and painfully) duet gerard way. his red-rimmed eyes flickered to armin, tears threatening to spill over his waterline again. “why couldn’t she just admit it?” his voice shook, thick with snot and emotion. “why-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, and instead turned to the window and held his fist up to his trembling lips.

it was the second time this year, and it was barely even march yet. armin sighed, deeming it best not to reply. as he reached out to turn up the heater, his smartwatch buzzed. a notification came in from his girlfriend.

[ 1 new message! ]

from: (username)

hi hon. you doing ok?

“i’m gonna step outside for a while, eren, i’ll give you some... space,” armin murmured awkwardly, hurriedly stepping out of the stuffy car before eren could reply.

the crisp air of the dying winter sent a small chill through his body, and he pulled his jacket tighter around him. he took out his phone and pressed call.

“(name)?” he said weakly into the phone.

“yeah, hi,” she replied. the sound of something being moved around echoed from the other line, but armin sighed in relief upon hearing her voice, sagging against the mini’s door. “how’s it going?”

“terribly.” his blue eyes darted to eren, who had reclined the passenger seat and had taken to staring up into the car’s ceiling in a dissociative state. “eren has been belting MCR songs for the past hour and choked on his food more times than i can count. he’s, uh... dissociating right now, i’m pretty sure.”

(name) snorted at that, then he felt the phone vibrate against his ear. he quickly accepted the FaceTime invite and was greeted by her exhausted face.

“tell me about it,” she remarked exasperatedly. armin could hear familiar music playing faintly in the background and it got louder as (name) continued to walk to the living room.

“is that mitski?” he asked incredulously, carefully walking away from the car so eren wouldn’t see that he was on video call.

she said nothing, instead sending him a deadpan look before flipping the camera.

lo and behold, there lay mikasa ackerman, draped unceremoniously over the armrest of the couch. the lower half of her body was spread limply across the seats, but her abdomen and head hung suspended over the leather Lawson arm. ‘i bet on losing dogs’ played on repeat for the umpteenth time.

“oh.”

“yep,” (name) flipped the camera again and offered a perplexed smile. “she’s been like that all night. i’m not sure if she’s still breathing.”

“that’s dark,” armin chuckled nervously.

“no, seriously,” she retreated back into the hallway, then slid down against the wall to sit on the carpeted floor. “the position she’s in really gets the blood rushing to your head and makes it super hard to respirate because of the angle your stomach is held at.”

armin blinked. “i don’t think i even want to know why you know that.”

“eh, i’ve been through some stuff,” she shrugged. “anyways. do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

he glanced at the car. “sorry, hon, i don’t think so,” armin replied apologetically. “eren shouldn’t be left alone right now. the jaegers are out of town for the weekend and zeke’s been working the night shifts at the hospital. if i don’t go with him, he’ll be home alone.”

(name) winced. “ooh, yeah, that’s tough.” she ran a hand over her face and exhaled wearily. “well, doesn’t look like mikasa’s moving anytime soon either, so...”

armin smiled ruefully, sighing in half-amusement. “yeah, no, i get it.”

“yeah...” she echoed, chewing on her lip. “so... i’ll see you tomorrow?”

“hopefully. i have a feeling they’ll be back together by then.”

(name) scoffed, though a corner of her lips turned up. “when do they not?”

armin laughed. “good luck, honey. i love you.”

“same to you, arlert. stay strong. sending thoughts and prayers,” she joked, then smiled at him softly. “i love you too.”

—

and, well, true enough, eren and mikasa made up two days later. just like they always did.

꩜ a/n: wow i finally wrote a fic for the actual loml !! (・□・；) about time, it only took me nearly half a decade LMAOO. here’s my first work of the year! yay!

i thought of this silly idea while talking to my best friend. thank you, moses <3

꩜ taglist: @snowthatareblack , @circeee

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please do not copy, edit, or repost any of my works. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

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hadilsblog · 5 months ago

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Idiot || Levi Ackerman

The sky was heavy with clouds, the air thick with the scent of soil and blood. Soldiers' screams merged with the clash of steel, the ground trembling beneath the steps of titans.

She launched herself with her ODM gear, the whir of metal mixing with her ragged breaths. Her body pushed to reach the source of the cries that echoed minutes ago.

Seconds later—there it was. A towering titan, hand outstretched toward a wounded soldier lying helplessly below.

"Damn it," she muttered through clenched teeth. This was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission. How the hell did it end up like this?

Her grappling hook shot toward a nearby tree. With a swift pull, she surged toward the titan, blades drawn, ready to slice at the nape.

Boom!

Before she could react, another titan snatched her mid-air. Her breath caught, eyes widening in horror as she watched the soldier below become prey, his final scream silenced between gnashing teeth.

A strangled sound escaped her throat—

And then—

A blur. A shadow of a man descended with lightning speed, carving through flesh like paper. Her back collided with a chest, strong and steady—

Levi.

His blades dripped crimson, face unreadable as always. But... was that concern flickering in his gaze? No—Levi didn’t worry. That’s what she kept telling herself.

Her knees hit the ground, lungs burning with every shaky inhale.

"Have you lost your damn mind?!" His voice, though low, crackled with anger.

She grit her teeth. "I was trying to save him!" Her words came out sharper than intended, frustration boiling over.

"And did you?" His tone turned cold, a blade sharper than the ones in his hands.

Silence. The soldier was gone. She thought she could be fast enough—but she wasn’t.

The weight of that unspoken truth settled between them, heavier than any reprimand. He finally broke the stillness, voice flat:

"We’re pulling out. Now."

---temporary camp

The temporary camp was a shadowed refuge. Fires crackled softly, casting flickering light across worn faces. Some soldiers wrapped wounds; others stared into nothingness, lost in battlefields their bodies had left but minds hadn’t.

She sat on a severed log, fingers absently scrubbing at the dried blood staining her jacket. Her hands had stopped trembling, but the tight knot in her chest refused to loosen. The crunch of bones, the dying screams—his face before being devoured—they played on repeat.

"You almost got yourself killed out there, idiot."

Her heart plummeted. Slowly, she turned.

Levi. Arms crossed, gaze sharp enough to cut through her defenses. Even exhausted, he carried that same relentless edge.

"If I’m such an idiot, why’d you bother saving me?" she shot back, meeting his stare head-on.

A pause. The fire crackled between them.

Then, quieter—almost a whisper—"Because I’m sick of watching people around me die."

Simple words, but they landed like a blow. She never asked about his past, never needed to. Loss clung to him like a shadow, always there, always felt.

Moments stretched, heavy with things left unsaid. He finally spoke again, voice softer:

"The dead don’t need you. The ones still breathing do."

Her gaze drifted upward. The clouds had begun to part, the moon breaking through with a faint glow. She exhaled, the weight not gone—but bearable.

"I’ll be more careful," she promised, sincerity lacing every word.

"You better." He turned to leave, boots crunching against dirt. "Not in the mood to haul back another idiot’s corpse."

A faint smile tugged at her lips. Levi—sharp-tongued, brutally honest—but somewhere beneath that rough exterior... something else lingered.

He walked off, steps steady despite the fatigue pulling at everyone else. Her voice chased after him before she could stop it:

"Levi!"

He paused, half-turning.

"Thanks," she said, genuine and unguarded.

A beat. Then, just as he turned away—his voice, barely above the wind and crackle of embers:

"Stay alive. That’s all I ask."

I haven't posted anything in a while (I forgot I had a tumblr..)

Guess who is in the last year of high school ? Me!

Guess who might die from it?Me!

If i succeed this year, don't tell me: Congratulations!

Say: Thank God you are safe!

My goals for this year:

High school graduation

Graduating from high school with full mental and physical faculties (optional)

#platonic reader #Aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #Levi x platonic reader #Aot x platonic reader #Platonic #Anime #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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iloveyanderes · 3 months ago

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Just out of curiosity are there any fics or books out there where omegas are worshipped or treated really good?

I've read so many stories where there treated like second class citizens and I'm getting tired of it.

It reminds me of how a lot of modern and past day people were treated.

So I need some omega appreciation stories to cure the brain

Thank you! Have a good day or night or morning or evening

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l0v3rg1ri · 1 year ago

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Heya! Could a request a platonic!Levi Ackerman x cadet!reader? The reader used to live in the underground and kind of finds a sort of kinship with Levi, bonding over their shared trauma- if that makes sense

Ofc, no pressure to write this! But, if you do write it, I hope you have fun with it!!

Writer note:

Hello! Thank you for requesting <3! And ofc! I would love to write this fun idea! :3 He might be abit ooc, but hopefully not so much! I made a small snip it and a headcannon area since I didn't know which one you wanted! -----------------

Tw: Mention of child trafficking

Platonic!Levi Ackerman x Cadet!Reader who comes from the under-ground "Instead of seeking people who can stop the bleeding, we're attracted to those with similar wounds, who may not know how to find a way out of the darkness, but suffice, simply because they're in the same boat as us."

Headcannon:

his first reaction to hearing a cadet being from the underground was a bit mixed. For one, the undergrounds weren't an area a child would normally be unless they were from a poor or broken family. Even in dark cases, child trafficking. Another is, he doesn't like to get into people's personal life so he just shrugs it off. I imagine him being surprised but also not that interested to just ask you about it.

If you did decide to talk to him and figure out more about him he'll turn interested about how you got to the undergrounds. He will say a thing or two of his own experience in the start of you both talking.

Once you tell him how you got there he can react multiple way. For one if you were from a poor family he'd feel connected to that since he grew up dirty and without anything. The only money and resources coming from his mother who was a prostitute.

But if you were a child being trafficked he'd feel anger rise. His mother was a prostitute and was trafficked into that lifestyle because of lack of resources. Seeing her cry and wonder what she can do and even if she could continue whilst having Levi as a young child at home while she was gone for hours. That's one hell of an image stuck in his head ever since he was a child. He couldn't imagine a young child or teenager going through that made his world crumble. He always hated children getting hurt even if he had no interest in having his own or even being around children

The more and more you both continue to talk he felt like he met someone who could relate to him besides his old friends. He grew comfort in knowing someone could relate and he wasn't the only who had these feelings.

soon he started to see you like a sibling or his child you could say. Talking to you more and checking up on you, though he never gave special treatment during training since he wanted you to grow as your own person just like him, yet he also wanted you to defend yourself enough against titans.

he starts giving you small head pats and small learning lessons he's gotten from Erwin when he was first brought into the Survey Corps. Though he changed a couple of things to make it more understanding.

If you ever gained some sort of mental health disorder then he would try his best to help. In this period of time mental health disorders wouldn't be known as much, but Levi as far as he was concern he knew these were stress signs since he had gotten PTSD from his time of serving and even his underground times. So he would spend nights with you giving you tea and calming you down even if it was just sitting in silence.

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It was night time and Levi was awake since he couldn't fall asleep for some odd reason. Sitting in his office drinking tea and just writing papers and papers. Documents he had to fill days ago and he had fallen behind. Suddenly his peace of silence was broken by a light knock at his door. He sighed as he spoke up. "come in"

The door made a small creak as it was open before letting out a loud thud as it was shut. He raised an eyebrow at who entered but soon recognized the familiar face. "Couldn't sleep again?"

"no....I keep getting those weird pauses again" you shrugged as you took a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. "mh...you want me to make that tea for you again or?" Levi asked as he looked up at you from looking at his papers. You nodded your head as he stood up and went to a small area of his office. He had his personal area to make tea since he didn't want to walk all the way down to the kitchen to make his tea. Once he was finished he settled down the cup in front of you as he sat down drinking his own tea while the sounds of rain hit against the window. "Levi...does..it ever go away?"

The question surprised him before he just sighed putting down the papers he held in his hands. "no...some may say scars will heal, but they never do. Scars can't go away no matter what you do. You can bandage them, wash them, cover them, or just ignore them. Yet they will always be there because huge scars aren't always healed up. You need to come to terms that the scar is there and always will be and the only thing you can do is understand why the scar is there." "as much as it is shitty to feel like crap you can't heal a wound, but you can learn to live with it and understand why it's there. Learn to grow and understand the world." he sighed as he stared right at you. His grey eyes looking genuine and comforting. He looked back down and then noticed the time. "how about you go to bed now? you need your strength for tomorrows training" "I want to stay just for abit.."

"be my guest then, but if you wake up tired don't blame me and I'll make sure to kick your ass if you can't function tomorrow" "I know sir" "good.."

---------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this! It was a very fun prompt and I loved writing it! :3 Hope you liked it !!

#levi x reader #levi aot #x reader #platonic #aot #comfort #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #aot fandom #levi ackerman #headcanon

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7077070707 · 2 years ago

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Hey!if you do headcanons can you do platonic relationship headcanons for Mikasa and Reiner and maybe a parental relationship with Levi?also you don’t have to do all of them lolol (and I would prefer a fem reader please!)

aot platonic relationship headcannons

ft — levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, reiner braun.

warnings — none, which is surprising for something aot related

a/n — MY FIRST REQUEST! I’M SO HAPPY!

LEVI ACKERMAN

you and all the rest of the gang lowkey viewed levi as a father figure of some sorts.

it makes sense since you were orphaned and young, craving for parental affection and stuff.

you all had been through a lot together, and levi’s dealt with a lot of loss in his lifetime.

he would let the beast titan chuck him like a baseball before ever admitting he held any amount of care for you (but we all know it’s in there somewhere).

he’s a great mentor and parental figure, despite being harsh.

i definitely feel like you could just go and vent to him about whatever, and he’d either just sit there and listen silently or give a few words of advice.

DEFINITELY the type to scold you. you and the crew would be doing all kinds of shit (obv spurred on by hange) and he’d be on the verge of losing his shit.

“for god’s sake, would you all just FUCK O–”

but usually when he’s annoyed by your antics, he’d just glare at you or say “tch..” under his breath.

a great hand to hand combat teacher, but you’d get absolutely shitted on whenever you’d fight him.

he’d blankly state where you went wrong, what you could’ve done, or if you missed a blind spot as he’s throwing out punches and sidestepping.

after the sessions, you’d always leave with a bunch of muscle pain and bruises.

calls you brat so frequently to the point it was a bit of a shocker whenever he’d call you by your actual name.

you and the squad have accidentally called him ‘dad’ on MANY occasions and usually he’d just side eye you.

gets so MAD whenever a place is unclean or if you’ve made a mess.

“y/n.. get over here. clean this mess you’ve made.

“on it dad!” you’d salute and he’d threaten to throw you into a titans mouth if you didn’t hurry the fuck up.

overall, a traumatised man makes an elite parental figure for a bunch of equally traumatised teenagers.

MIKASA ACKERMAN

you guys met in the cadet corps, and you were basically in awe with how she seemed to do everything so effortlessly.

you noticed how she hung around with eren and armin a lot, but stayed alone whenever all the girls stayed in the barracks.

it wasn’t that she was hostile, she was just quiet and probably passed the eyes of a lot of people.

you decided to make your way up to her and strike up a conversation. at first, you could tell she was quite reserved, but overtime as your friendship blossomed you grew fond of her dry humour and passive expression.

through mikasa, you also grew quite close to eren and armin.

through you, mikasa got closer to the rest of the squad.

DEFINITELY the mother hen of the group.

constantly badgering you over injuries you suffered, or telling you to eat or to get some rest.

would probably slam you during training sessions, but would try her best to help you with technique and forms.

i feel like she’s the type of person to ominously hover behind you as you’re talking to someone else and kinda just stare at them until they get uncomfortable and leave.

it wouldn’t even be on purpose, she just wanted to hang around you silently.

HOWEVER, could definitely scare off someone who’s visibly pissing you off with a silent death stare.

the best person to tell secrets to, she would never tell a soul.

late night talks where you’d just talk about everything and anything under the stars.

she’d open up to you about eren and the mixed feelings she felt about him.

you’d also open up to her about whatever, and she’d be the best listener.

gives very straightforward advice but it’s oddly comforting.

overall, a 10/10 friend in whether you want someone to confide in, or someone to beat a dude’s ass.

REINER BRAUN (before the armoured titan reveal)

best older brother figure!!!!!

for some reason, it felt easy to trust him.

he was just a dude everyone liked and respected, since he was so good natured and down to earth.

he’d also give crazy bear hugs.

you’d widen your arms for a casual hug and he’d absolutely engulf you.

it may or may not seem like it, but he’s got a great sense of humour.

i feel like he’d be scarily good at card games.

he’d teach you how to shuffle and how to play loads of random games.

the only time you were ever able to beat him was in a game of snap, but that was only because he sneezed the moment the cards were matched up and you slapped your hands on top of them.

you cheer and celebrate, and he just lets you have it despite the unfair circumstances.

but don’t think he’ll ever let you win again.

has really good vibes and is just a guy you can’t hate.

overall, a very great and supportive buddy.

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tender-hearteddd · 7 months ago

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homecoming crush

platonic! bertholdt x annie, RBA, slight hitchannie but isn’t the main focus, bertholdt kinda has a romantic partner (you can imagine it as you 🤭) but it’s not the main focus

modern au, high school au, crackfic but not really, annie has comphet, bertholdt is jokingly using the phrase ‘ur so in there’ not seriously lol, also im not a lesbian so im sorry if this isn’t totally accurate to the experience for queer women 😭, i just feel that annie would have romantic feelings for women lol

a/n - i sent this idea to another blog before and just now writing it so if that blog sees this randomly, hi 👋🏽 im the anon who sent you this scenario heehee

The air feels so much more crisp after a school event.

Football games, school dances, morning of a field trip.

Annie can’t find the reason why she came here. She feels awkward in the dress she’s wearing and she’s not even wearing the right shoes. She didn’t even know there were designated shoes for certain outfits until Pieck told her she looked like the protagonist of an old Disney channel show from 2008. All jokes of course.

Annie never lets it get to her. But right now, she is a 16 years old girl in a dress too tight around her growing body and in her old dirtied tennis shoes she wears everyday. Never has it ever occurred to her that looking like an old Disney channel star was a bad thing. Annie has never felt ugly, or pretty for that matter, in her life until now. And it is the most excruciating thing she has ever experienced. Ugly doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels. The eyes of her peers she never cared about are all of a sudden all on her and suddenly she has every reason to care about them now. Her hair is in a low bun and the only makeup she has on is lip balm.

It is homecoming night. The gymnasium has been turned into a starry night in Paris. Armin Arlert had been stressed about it the weeks leading up to the dance. Complaining to Mikasa in their shared history class how it seems like no one apart of the leadership committee actually wants to stick to the theme this year. Annie just felt stressed out listening to him. Perhaps this is the reason why Annie said yes to him when he had asked her to be his date for homecoming, perhaps this is the reason why she’s even in the old sweaty gym anyways outside of school hours.

She wasn’t planning to go. School events weren’t really her scene. But Armin, sweet old Armin who is practically a parents wet dream, needed a date. He practically deserved this just for somehow turning the old sweaty, stinky gymnasium into a romantic Parisian night sky. Who was she to say no? Armin was already on his way to earning the class presidency and later in life, he’ll probably earn the real thing. Compared to herself, quiet, drawn into the background, made to be forgotten - Armin could possibly be the best thing for her. When he asked her out to be his homecoming date, she tried to imagine a life with him, that this date would go really well and they’ll be boyfriend-girlfriend, high school sweethearts. They’d go off to different colleges, maybe go through a weird separation, but eventually find their ways back to each other, get married, have a few kids, grow old together - the whole shindig. The key word is tried though, she tried to think about it working; something in her can’t bring herself to even muster an image of it.

Dread stirs inside her as she realizes she might’ve been stood up. Well, technically she wasn’t, as she did arrive to the event with Armin in hand. But he was nowhere to be found, as he was running around trying to prevent his perfect homecoming dance turning into a disaster. Not only does she feel ugly, but now she feels embarrassed by the fact that she came to this stupid dance for no real reason. She could’ve said no and it wouldn’t have made any difference. She should’ve realized it beforehand. Of course the head of leadership would be busy at a school dance he was in charge of. She wants to cry, she feels stupid about it. It’s so stupid how badly she wants to cry right now. This stupid insignificant dance has done emotional damage to her own being.

Annie’s never felt this alone in her life. Some stupid song is playing and people are moshing around the star football player Reiner Braun as they lift him into the air, or as she knows him, the guy who she used to beat up when they were kids. She watches from a distance, twinges of nostalgia tugging at her heart at the sight of her old friend being celebrated for once in his life. She knew how his home life was and he knew how hers was; they have virtually nothing in common except not liking their home lives. But hey, at least Reiner Braun is dancing tonight and Annie Leonhart is in the corner.

Hitch from her Math class is there too. She’s jumping and shouting with the rest of the crowd, celebrating her old friend. She has her heels in her right hand and she has this big smile on her face and doesn’t feel embarrassed about taking a high school dance this serious, probably from the booze or probably because she’s still in high school, or probably because she didn’t have a bad home life holding her back. I bet Hitch doesn’t feel ugly, Annie thinks.

She can’t feel ugly looking like how she looks right now, at this moment; under the fake starry lights in fake sweaty gym Paris, her gums are showing as she smiles this big toothy smile and her eyes are crinkled like crescent moons, and the baby pink of her dress just further extenuates her whole entire being; this is what beauty is, Annie thinks - a girl laughing and dancing.

Hitch catches Annie staring at her, and her smile just gets even wider as she keeps her eyes on the quiet girl from her math class. Annie returns her eyes and just continues to watch her dance, and she feels a little awkward about it but it sure does beat watching Armin and Jean trying to keep the cardboard Eiffel Tower upright.

Annie doesn’t know much about Hitch. All she knows about her are all the observations she’s made while sitting behind her in Math this school year. How she’s often scolded and told that this isn’t a beauty salon every time she reapplies her lip combo, and how she still continues to do whatever she pleases, how she always has ‘tea to spill’ as she calls it to Mina (Annie secretly listens), how she always plays games on her laptop instead of taking notes, and how she often smiles at Annie when she catches her glance in the hallway, and even if they never talked outside of math class, their conversations being limited to geometry, she still thinks to smile at her, pulling at Annie’s heart, and that’s gotta mean something.

Oh god.

Annie can feel her heart in her throat.

She runs to the nearest exit for a breath of fresh air but instead, runs into a slightly disheveled Bertholdt as he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s been doing nothing but smoke and wait for a drunk Reiner to be done so he can finally go home.

Bertholdt is a bit frightened by Annie’s abrupt appearance, hiding his cigarette in the process thinking Annie was going to be a staff member.

“You scared me!” Bertholdt sits back down against the hood of his dad’s car.

Annie calms down at the sight of her childhood friend. Bertholdt hiding outside makes her feel less bad about her hiding in the corner while their childhood friend gets all the glory. At least they’re both losers.

Annie doesn’t say anything to Bertholdt but goes and sits with him.

“Can I get a cigarette?”

Bertholdt looks at Annie a little surprised. He carefully takes out a cigarette for her, making sure to not mess up the formation, and gives it to her.

Annie puts the cigarette in between her lips, not taking her eyes off the double doors separating her and Hitch.

“Light.”

Bertholdt takes out a candle lighter out of his pocket to light Annie’s cigarette, Annie looks down at the enormous lighter and looks to Bertholdt for an explanation.

“Sorry,” he says while trying to fit the candle lighter into the pocket of his suit, “I’ve been outside this whole time and my lighter ran out of fluid.”

“I’m so fucked Bertholdt.” Annie says, her eyes solemnly closing for a moment. “I’m so insanely fucked.” her sad cerulean eyes open back up, looking at those dreadful double gym doors again.

Bertholdt’s eyebrows furrow in worry. This isn’t the Annie he knows, the Annie who he’s known since they were 7, the Annie who can only express herself through labored sighs and punching Reiner, the Annie who he hasn’t had a proper conversation with since the summer and has made it her lifeline mission to completely ignore the two boys who’s she somehow manages to create a meaningful friendship with. What could fuck up the Annie Leonhardt, who Bertholdt hasn’t even seen angry, let alone sad, let alone happy, this bad to the point where she is expressing her fucked up feelings to an old childhood friend?

Hitch, Hitch from math class is what fucks her up, Hitch and her stupid fucking moshing is what’s fucking Annie up, Hitch and her lip combo, Hitch and her stupid gossip, Hitch and her stupid smile.

“Uhhhh..” Bertholdt doesn’t really know what to say as he starts looking at anything else but Annie, “did Armin do something?” he asks, knowing she went to this dance with Armin in hand. He doesn’t know what else could fuck up her night like this, he hasn’t talked to her in months and he’s desperately looking for answers.

“No. I wish he did.”

“Well what didn’t he do?” Bertholdt still doesn’t know what to say or how to comfort his old friend. He’s literally searching up on his phone how to comfort an old friend and typing out Reddit right afterwards because he doesn’t have the time to read PsychologyToday.com’s whole ass article.

“He did nothing.”

“I’m sorr-“

“He literally did nothing. He was just running around trying to make sure that the fucking lights didn’t go out and the speakers wouldn’t malfunction. As soon as we came into the gym, he’s running right to Jean fucking Kierstein to lecture him about whatever the fuck those leadership nerds even worry about.” Annie is starting to shake and tear up a bit. Bertholdt awkwardly places his large hand on her shoulder, literally doesn’t even try to soothe her, just places his hand on her shoulder.

“I feel so fucking stupid. I don’t even know why I said yes to go to this dance with him just so he can run around doing whatever the fuck he’s doing. I don’t even know him like that.” Annie holds her head in her hands, knowing damn well it isn’t Armin turning her into a crying mess.

“All I did was stand in the fucking corner while the ‘star quarterback’ Reiner Braun was having the time of his life.” Annie is just now finding things to be mad at, trying her hardest to avoid these feelings she can’t possibly be having right now. She knows she’s not mad at Reiner or even Armin, but that foreign ache in heart is trying to find someone to blame.

“Is it Reiner you’re upset about?” Bertholdt softly asks.

Annie doesn’t respond as she quietly cries into her hands.

“I get how you feel. I know me, you and Reiner haven’t been close friends since freshmen year but I really did miss when we were all close. Now all I talk to is Reiner. Sometimes it feels like I don’t even know Reiner.” Bertholdt mindlessly says, his thoughts drifting back to when it was just them three, unburdened by the possibility of becoming strangers, old stories to tell their future children about. He starts to ponder about the old days, when the three of them were still kids and had all the time for each other. Now, Reiner is being celebrated for the star athlete he is and the pasts of his childhood is outside, smoking fakedeep cigarettes and talking about their feelings. It’s gayer than Annie.

“But honestly,” he starts to confess, “I don’t think Reiner really knows me either. And Annie,” his eyes flicker to her, “i don’t think I even know you, Annie. We haven’t talked in a while.” Bertholdt said without thinking, the words slipping out as if they’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. Deep inside he knows they’re outgrowing each other; he knows that the versions of Reiner and Annie who would spend weekly nights at his house whenever their parents became too much to deal with are long gone. The versions of themselves who knew each others deepest secrets and the most embarrassing, the versions of themselves that they’ve only given permission to each other to see; the versions of themselves they’re not sure other people would ever get the pleasure to witness.

And yet, Annie and Reiner weren’t the only ones who’ve changed over the years, meek and timid Bertholdt has changed as well. And he at least has the courage to try and keep this lifelong friendship lifelong. He owes it not to just himself but to them. He knows what they have is special, a bond that transcends lifetimes and he wants to keep it that way.

“I mean the new and growing and developed Annie! I’d love to get to know new Annie!” Bertholdt frantically explains just in case Annie understood what he said the wrong way.

“It’s not Reiner, or even Armin, it’s Hitch.” Annie admits, her voice heavy trying to move past her throat, leaving a guttural admission; Annie hasn’t fully comprehended what Bertholdt was trying to say but it made her feel comfortable enough to show Bertholdt who she really is, what she’s realized tonight.

“Dreyse?”

“Yeah.” Annie sighs.

“Well what about Hitch-”

“I like girls, Bertholdt.” Annie finally spits it out. These foreign feelings that slowly crept up to her just from seeing Hitch Dreyse dance has manifested into this very moment, where she’s quite literally sobbing into the palms of her hands because she thinks it’s the worse thing in the world - to love a woman and to be loved by a woman. Tears only rush out once more once she realizes it feels so right, that it’s something she could actually dream about, something that’s so natural to her.

Bertholdt doesn’t know what to say. He isn’t really equipped to deal with situations like this. Now he’s searching up on Reddit how to react when your former friend comes out to you. But school Wi-Fi always sucks, and Reddit isn’t loading. So he says the next the best thing.

“I mean, I like girls too.” Bertholdt admits like it’s wrong for him to like women. He’s a bit shy about it as he bashfully rubs the back of his head thinking about a certain girl he’s been texting back and forth for the whole entirety of the dance he’s been outside.

Annie looks up at him, a little sick from the cigarette smell in the palm of her hand and her light eyebrows furrowed while her eyes widened in awe of Bertholdt’s awkwardness.

“You’re so brave Bertholdt.” Annie says sarcastically and chuckles softly, a light smile gracing her lips.

Bertholdt returns her smile, his nerves relieved as he suspected his friend felt better.

“Me and Reiner were gonna go get some burgers after this. You wanna join us? We can talk about girls together?” Bertholdt places his large hand behind his even bigger head, rubbing the back of his head bashfully.

“Please,” Annie doesn’t mean for it to sound desperate, but she’s just now realizing how hungry she is and she misses her two only friends.

Bertholdt’s lips curl into a small smile, subtly changing the subject just so Annie won’t feel too bad, “Yeah, now we’ll have to wait on Reiner’s fat ass, you know how he is.”

Annie scoffs, “don’t get me started, he was crowd surfing when I was in there. I’m not sure how they could even hold his fat ass up.”

Bertholdt lets out a calming laugh.

For a moment, they sit in a comfortable silence. The night air feels cooler now, less suffocating, full of hope and wonder similar to the morning air of a field trip.

“Thanks, Bertl,” Annie says suddenly, her voice calmer than he’s ever heard it.

He looks at her, surprised, “For what?”

She wants to say some corny shit like ‘for accepting her,’ but Annie has expressed herself far too much than she would like too tonight.

“For being here,” she says like it’s second nature, her gaze still fixed on those damned double doors. “and for staying outside with me while Reiner gets all the glory.”

Bertholdt looks back at up, “Yeah, well he’s deserved it.” He praised his best friend, compensating for calling him a fat ass a few minutes prior.

“At least we’re losers together.”

“Holy shit, is it fucking hot in there!” Reiner comes rushing out like he’s escaped hellfire, huffing and puffing as he put his hands on his knees.

“Finally, it took you long enough,” Bertholdt stands up, going up to Reiner to pat him on the back. “Come on, we’re starving.”

“We’re?” Reiner looks up to find the we’re in question and finds Annie awkwardly looking back at him, a little frightened from his sudden appearance and intrusion of her little moment of vulnerability. Reiner notices her eyes a little worn out, like she’s been crying. He doesn’t say anything. He’s just glad she was here with them.

“Oh hi Annie,” he cheeses at her, “you’re coming with us?” he questioned, hoping for a yes.

“Yup,” she gets off from the hood of Bertholdt’s dad’s car, and makes her way towards her designated seat she used to always sit in (behind the passenger seat). Reiner and Bertholdt follow her.

Bertholdt begins to play the static noise he calls music and Reiner tries to change it but Bertholdt keeps his foot down about how it’s his car, his music. Reiner offers to pay for gas and Bertholdt complies, but as soon as Reiner plays ‘Better Now’ by Post Malone, he immediately revokes his radio rights, even passing on free gas. Annie would rather listen to the static noise Bertholdt calls music than Top 40.

She casts one last look at the double doors from the back of her window, and she solemnly thinks about Hitch and her stupid smile, Hitch and her stupid lip combo, Hitch and her stupid dancing. Annie still doesn’t know what to do with all of her feelings. But for now, eating burgers with her two childhood best friends and talking about girls together will have to do.

And somehow, that’s more than enough.

“I don’t know man, I think I really have a shot with Historia. Even Ymir thinks so.” Reiner says to Bertholdt. He’s eating Annie’s leftover fries she never finishes as Bertholdt and Annie give each other a knowing look. A look that doesn’t know whether they should let Reiner know that Historia is a girl kisser.

Ymir and Bertholdt are a lot closer than some people think, and there’s only a few lesbians in this whole entire school for Annie to flock to so she keeps her options known.

“You’re so in there, dude.” Bertholdt chides Reiner, not wanting to out Historia while also attempting to encourage his best friend. He’ll ponder whether this is fucked up or not later when he’s about to go to sleep.

“What about you, with your little thing going on with that 53 year old man?”

Annie lets out an unexpected laugh that would originally be a huff through her nose in the last, not even letting Reiner know she thought he was funny at times. Reiner looks at her, a surprised smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Bertholdt retorts, “53 year old man or not, I’m still in it.” He jokes, looking down at the goodnight text from the girl he’s been talking to the whole night. His eyes glint in love, sending her a goodnight text back.

“Yeah, me too.” Annie says sheepishly, a bit embarrassed.

Reiner looks to her laughing a bit, smiling as this is the first time he’s ever seen Annie embarrassed. “Who’s the lucky boy?”he slightly laughed.

Bertholdt begins to laugh at the mention of a boy.

“Girl actually.” Annie admitted in an elated tone, contrasting her usual deadpan nature.

Bertholdt gave Annie a surprised look, a proud smile decorating his face as he was happy she was more comfortable about who she was.

“Oh? Then who’s the lucky girl?” Reiner has the same smile on his face, not even questioning Annie’s sexuality, like he knew this whole time.

Annie slightly laughs to herself, a big smile painted on her own face, her porcelain skin blushed and warm, “I…was lying, there is no girl,” Annie’s ears perk up at the sound of the door opening, Hitch Dreyse coming in with her own group of friends. That toothy grin is painted onto her face and her curls are starting to unravel out of her bun, her face is flushed from the bottle of booze someone had snuck in and from how much she danced tonight; “Yet.” she finished her sentence.

“Weirdo, weirdo, weirdo,” Reiner jokingly chants at Annie’s lie.

Annie flips him off and shakes her head unseriously, “Shut up dumbass.”

Bertholdt audibly laughs at Reiner and Annie’s bickering, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Oh god you’re so in there, Annie.” he joked, adding his own 2 cents to their banter, already knowing who she was talking about. Reiner and Annie laugh at Bertholdt’s comment.

He missed this; his childhood comes back to him in a burger joint after homecoming, he’s trying to make it poetic but all he can think is how much he’s missed this.

So he takes the long way home when he’s dropping off both Reiner and Annie. They’re in his dad’s old minivan and it smells like the time Reiner threw up in the back seat and all the windows are down. All 3 of them are sharing Reiner’s dying penjamin and Ribs by Lorde is playing. It’s one of those nights where summer creeps back into fall and it’s warm, and the wind feels good against her skin, and their old hometown of Liberio starts to look too good to leave. It’s the way everything starts to look like an oil painting when you’re looking out a car window; with the night sky being the canvas, emphasizing the street lights blending together in warm hues, and the familiar houses they’ve walked/drove past their whole entire lives combines into an array of colors that paints nostalgia. Annie can feel tears in her eyes and it makes her feel free and it’s pathetic but Hitch Dreyse would never feel pathetic and she looked so beautiful tonight and she loves her friends.

Her face begins to warm up as Bertholdt slowly pulled up to her house, driving slower than usual, not wanting this night to end.

“Thanks for the ride.” Annie smiled at both him and Reiner. She left the car, a bit awkward coming down from her high.

“Annie,” Bertholdt called out to her. She looks back, Bertholdt and Reiner’s eyes being red from the dying penjamin. She smiles, just knowing they’re gonna say the stupidest shit she’s ever heard.

“We’re proud of you, Annie.” Bertholdt told her. “Thank you for telling us that you’re gay.” Reiner puts his hands together and bows his head at her.

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolls her eyes at them. She began to walk away.

“Annie!” Bertholdt called out to her one more time, driving up so she can hear him.

Annie looks back once again.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

Annie chuckles lightly, “Okay,” she waves him off, “now go home already freaks.”

Bertholdt and Reiner wave goodbye and Annie sees them drive off. She began to make her way towards her home, entering quietly. It’s close to 12 am and Annie’s glad she wore her dirtied sneakers instead of the “right shoes.” She’s a bit bloated from the burgers and the girl talk, her dress a bit tight and uncomfortable. She looks in the mirror as she got ready for bed, her eyes a bit red and a small smile still decorating her usual stoic features. She’s still a bit high off of Reiner’s pen and she takes in her features.

And for the first time, she feels pretty. Maybe it’s the way the light redness and slight hood in her eyes accentuates the blue in them, maybe it’s the way her aquiline nose hooks so elegantly, maybe it’s the way she feels tonight, maybe it’s the way Hitch smiles at her.

She feels like an old Disney movie protagonist and her arc of loving and accepting herself has come to an end. She’s in bed and she’s looking up at her ceiling, no longer feeling stuck, like she wants the ceiling to crash onto her, and she just thinks about going off to college, getting a job that would be enough, creating a life with Hitch, meeting new people and having weekly dinners with Reiner and Bertholdt. She thinks about adopting children, and loving them to the point where they’ll always feel like this and never have to feel shame.

And Annie takes the first step.

She pulls out her phone, enters the passcode, goes into the Instagram account she forgot about, and she goes to @/hitchdr3yse, the first account that popped up in her search history. She’ll feel embarrassed about it in the morning, but she quickly follows her, watches her story, pausing at a mirror selfie she took of her in her dress, and she almost swipes up to send this message but she decides against it, because than she’ll feel really embarrassed.

But she has no reason to be embarrassed. Because when she hastily sends Hitch a message: hey, I saw you at the dance and I wanted to say you looked really..” she wanted to say beautiful, gorgeous, the light of her life, but than she realizes it may be too creepy so she goes with “you looked really cool. I was wondering if you would wanna hangout sometime?” and when she hits send, she sits up quickly and puts her face warm with blush into her pillow, and screams.

But than she hears the joyful ping of Instagram, matching the smile on her lips when she reads hitch’s text message: ‘OMGGGG YESSSSS!!!!:D’

And Annie likes her message, and tells her she’ll see her in geometry on Monday. She takes a quick screenshot of her text with Hitch, and sends it to the group chat labeled, ‘zaaaa boyzzzzzzzz’ that hasn’t been active since the summer.

She sends the screenshot, and she feels a little shy when Reiner and Bertholdt read it. It instantly receives both hearts from both of them, and she breathes through her nose and lets out a chuckle from their responding text messages.

@/armoredbraun - YEAHHHHH GEDDIT ANNIE RAHHHH ‼️🤝

@/bhoover You’re so in there Annie 😭💪🏽💪🏽

hope you enjoyed!

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the-fantasy-maker · 2 years ago

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Hello people!

This is my first ever AOT x Reader attempt so it isn't gonna be perfect! I might keep writing more idk, but it all will be platonic. That's all basically. Hope ya'all enjoy. 🖤

Levi x gn!injured reader (platonic)

You, growing up with Levi since the underground, were like a sibling to him. Someone who has been through hell with him. Someone who he sweared to protect no matter what.

That being said, he trusted you and your skills. He knew you could handle yourself just fine. No one underestimated you and your strength. But even so he could not help himself but to worry. Not that he would show it.

His eyes scanned every single corner as he flyed effortlessly with his ODM gear through the half demolished town. Hoping to catch a sight of you. Alive and unharmed.

"Tch". He grumbled to himself as his brows furrowed in distress, unable to deny his distraught thoughts.

Landing on one of the buildings with ease, he observed the debries down. All he could see was destroyed buildings.

Not far from where he was, he noticed a titan running mindlessly toward a building. He contemplated his decision for a second wether to kill the monster or just leave it be so he could start over looking for you.

Deciding to finish off the titan, he swiftly swayed in air, landing a firm and deadly slice to its nape before the giant fell down with a loud thud, motionless.

From the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of a green cape on the ground not too far from him. Turning his head to it, his stoice eyes widened in disbelieve.

Your (e/c) eyes, half opened, staring at the half clouded sky. Seemingly about to rain any moment now.

You winced in pain as you clutched your bloodied side with your left hand. Not able to move your right arm too much, as you tried to sit up, only to fall back down instantly. Feeling pain all over your body.

You came crashing down hard minutes ago while trying to kill a titan. But you acted too recklessly, as the titan snatched the wire on your ODM gear, sending you flying to a building.

Your right shoulder getting dislocated on the first impact. Trying to stabilize yourself as you fell, you lost grip on one of your swords, the blade breaking into pieces on the second impact falling down, the sharp shards lunging to your right side. You were sure you sprained one of your ankles too since at the moment you didn't feel much due to adrenaline.

You didn't know how long has it been since you were lying there, staring at the sky.

Blood covering your right side, hand and clothes, it felt warm. Making a small red puddle beside you, yet you shivered in cold.

"(Y/N)!"

You heard someone calling your name. Completely missing the loud thud due to your hazy mind.

"(Y/N)!"

Again! Your lips turned to a small smile, thinking you heard Levi. To you it seemed as if you were only dreaming. Untill a hand cupped your cheek gently, jolting you awake from your hazed thoughts.

"Hey! Eyes on me!" His grey eyes scanned your form as he kneeled beside you, taking note of your injuries. It seemed his brows furrowed even further and frown even deeper.

Shakely calling his name, his eyes turned to your eyes. "I messed up."

Admitting, you wince as your breath hitched. Your eyes fluttering.

"Shh! Keep your eyes open." His voice stern, but you could see his eyes softening as he carefully and gently picked you up in his strong arms. At this point he didn't care about the blood making his hands and uniform dirty.

Letting out few grunts as the pain soared in your body, Levi almost regreted his choice of actions. No matter what he did, you still were going to be in pain. He didn't like it, but he didn't have any other choice. If you were going to make it, he had to take you back to the medics as soon as he could.

The side effect of losing blood finally catching up, you felt light headed. Your lids feeling heavy no matter how much you tried to keep them open.

"Stay awake. Don't you dare fall asleep." His voice lulled you even deeper into closing your eyes and just sleeping.

"Sorry..." You managed before your eyes closed completely, body going limp as your head rested on his chest.

"Tch. Brat! Stay with me." He couldn't help letting his voice waver. He couldn't lose you too. He wasn't ready to lose you. Not yet.

His speed increased. Holding you close, his grip tightened around you. He wanted to make sure you are still there. He wanted to make sure you survived. He wished he wasn't so late...

You felt a single drop of water on your bloodied cheek before your consciousness slipped away completely.

'Was it the rain?' You wondered.

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damn-stark · 2 years ago

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Hi, i know that you're currently hiatus on aot fanfic but can i have more backstory about Cherry and Levi in No Regret arc? Cant help but thinkin 'bout soft levi taking care of us, Levi need more huggies. Gonna sobbing myself at the corner while waiting for the final season to be released.

Psst sorry for the bad english and grammar

TAKES PLACE DURING CHAPTER 1 OF CHERRY

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Our little life

A/N- so Bella’s back? (Tell me that you know where that’s from)

Warning- FLUFF

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Takes place- Before No Regrets Arc

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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It’s been what? A few weeks since you came into his life—or since he’s let you stay in his life.

He can’t say you’ve changed much, you’re still just as quiet with most of the words that come out of you being ‘yes’ and ‘no’. It’s like you're almost scared to say too much. You also still don’t seem to know your own name, nor do you utter your parent's names, or actually ask for them. You don’t move much which was good for him.

You do eat though, everything he served you you ate quickly, which kept him busy because he needed to remind you to eat slower or you’d choke and die.

He also bought you a cheap doll but you hardly paid any mind to it, instead you passed your time watching the window as if you were waiting for someone to come. Probably you’re good for nothing father.

Oftentimes Levi will find himself worrying about you, but he tries not to. Life underground is hard, especially for children, there might be a chance you don’t survive past a certain age so he’s trying to keep his distance, but he does worry that you might really hate living here. Furlan says to give you time to adjust, but it’s been weeks.

Maybe he should leave you an orphanage, at least there will be more kids your age there. You’d have friends, and who knows there might be some super slight chance that you’d get adopted by some nice family trying to stroke their ego, or you can even get picked up by the military above ground so you can die for them when you’re older. You’d be better off in either setting.

Then again…

Those chances are slim and you were left for him to take care of. And he doesn’t owe Kenny any favors, he isn’t taking care of you because of him, but…he can’t show Kenny that he couldn’t take care of a kid, he needs to prove to Kenny that he can be what Kenny never was.

Plus his mother would've taken you in without a doubt…

But! This raising a kid thing is harder than he thought.

“Damn,” he sighs and lolls his head to the side to ponder when he should be sleeping.

Nevertheless, a few minutes later the door to the room creaks open, and out you come dragging along the blanket on the ground, and your eyes droopy.

You stop past the door and rub your eyes before they adjust on Levi. “Dark,” you mutter and catch him by surprise.

That’s the only thing you say before you slowly walk over and climb on the couch to lay beside him with your head close to his lap.

That catches Levi by surprise too, but soon he feels discomfort that you were��finding comfort so close to him. It’s weird. Plus you took over his room, why aren’t you there?

“Go back,” Levi commands as he scoots away so you won’t touch him.

You drag yourself up like a worm to be closer to him and you talk back. “No. It’s dark.”

You’re talking. He just heard you talk!

It’s weird.

Thus he gets up instead and walks into his room to finally lay on his bed after days of abandonment all so you could be comfortable. But now he’s on it again and he missed it. He likes his bed, as hard and thin as it is, he likes his bed and not the couch.

However, before Levi can close his eyes the light coming from the living room casts a larger light as sees you walking in.

“Uh.”

You hop on your feet and cling onto the sheets to climb up.

“What are you doing?” Levi asks with what was almost disgust in his voice.

Albeit you don’t answer now, you lay beside him and throw the blanket over you.

“It’s not dark out there,” he sasses you. But again you ignore him and close your eyes, so now Levi slides himself off the bed and once again walks away to leave you be. He even leaves the door open this time hoping that would be enough light for you.

Now perhaps he can finally get some fucking sleep? It’s been a long day especially because he hasn’t slept in a while.

So he closes his eyes and lets out an exhausted sigh. Nevertheless, only moments later the patter of feet against the wooden panels approaches the couch, so he opens his eyes and there you are once again climbing up on the couch next to him.

There’s so much space on the other side of the couch but, no, you lay your head by his lap and quickly throw your blanket over yourself. So now what can he do? It doesn’t seem like you listen.

This is why instead of spending more time walking off he reaches over for the top of your head and pushes you away. You snap your eyes open and look up at him as you’re being easily pushed away and can’t help but laugh.

You laugh for the first time since you were left at his doorstep. It’s short since you quickly cut yourself off to fall asleep as if you had been knocked out, but you laughed.

It’s such a simple thing. So mundane…

Yet when he leans his head back and closes his eyes he can’t help but let a faint smile tug on his lips because he made you laugh.

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#fanfiction #damn-stark #cherry #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman #Levi Ackerman x platonic reader #Jean kirstein x fem!reader #aot #aot fanfiction #no regrets arc

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kywaslost · 2 years ago

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Anxious Tendencies - Armin Arlert

A/N: I haven’t written for Attack on Titan in such a long while! For those who don’t know, I’m in the process of writing for everyone in my masterlist because 1) why not and 2) it builds character I guess lol. I spin a wheel to decide what character to write for, then I spin another wheel that gives me a prompt theme. Today’s piece is Armin with Y/N who has nervous tics. But I guess these aren’t tics as much as they are just nervous habits. Oh well. Needless to say I went ecstatic for this one because I’m a simp for characters comforting reader with nervous tics/habits because I struggle with them! Anyway I hope y’all like this one <3

Prompt/s Used: rubbing/fidgeting with their hands / Humming / Avoiding eye contact / Leg shaking

It wasn’t unusual for you to sit on the sidelines of a conversation, so to say. You were relatively quiet, only speaking up when you needed to. You were much more of a listener, which is maybe why you got along so well with Armin and his friends. Eren or Mikasa would give commands and you rarely fought back, even if you didn’t agree with them.

Armin knew all of this, yet was still intrigued as he studied your body language one night. The four of you were outside after dinner, sitting around a small campfire just outside HQ, enjoying the cool night’s breeze. Armin was sitting beside you, close enough that your legs would brush every now and then. Mikasa and Eren sat across from you, arguing about something Armin could only assume Eren said incorrectly. If he were to be honest, he stopped listening when he first noticed your change in behavior just before the other two began arguing.

You kept rubbing at your hands, roughly running one thumb over the other hand’s palm before switching, attempting to crack your knuckles every so often. Your gaze was downcast, almost as if you had zoned out a while ago. You nervously bounced the leg closest to his, creating a soft ruffling sound as your pants brushed against his. Low hums came from you every so often, increasing in length and volume as time passed.

Armin could practically feel the anxiety radiating from you and it worried him. You first met him and the others when you all were first training to be scouts, and here you were, somehow best friends with the group. Regardless, Armin had never seen you like this before. His warm hand rested on the knee of your shaking leg, giving it a gentle squeeze to try and catch your attention. Your leg stilled.

You hummed gently as you shook your head sharply. You closed your eyes for a second before turning your head slightly to meet Armin’s gaze. He offered you a soft smile. “Hi.” You only hummed in response, wringing your hands even harder together. Armin gently replaced the hand on your knee with his other one, sliding his now free hand in between yours. He laced his fingers through yours and rubbed his thumb gently across your skin. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. You averted your gaze again, quickly looking over to where Mikasa and Eren’s argument was getting even more heated, voices growing louder and louder. You hummed again. Armin noticed your movements, slowly connecting the dots.

“Are they making you anxious?”

You nodded.

“Here. Come with me.” Armin didn’t let go of your hand, even as he helped you stand and led you back into the main building. Most soldiers were retreating to their rooms, leaving the main gathering room quiet, aside from small whispers passed between friends. Armin guided you to sit on an empty couch, pulling you to rest against his side. The arm draped around your shoulders provided you with little comfort.

Upon feeling so vulnerable, you subconsciously began bouncing your leg again. Your humming picked up and your eyes filled with tears. Armin only noticed when you avoided his eyes again, turning your head just enough that the light from a nearby lantern highlighted the tears falling against your skin.

“Honey, don’t cry,” he coos as he hugs you tighter. “You’ve been feeling this way for a while, haven’t you?” When you nodded, his heart sank. “Oh, love. Just let it out, ok?”

Your head fell to his chest as you curled in on yourself, legs thrown over Armin’s. You were beyond grateful for his understanding, taking this opportunity to let your stims and tics take over. It felt nice, letting it all out after suppressing it for such a long time. You felt better about the situation knowing that Armin was with you, and this wasn’t happening around anyone else.

You eventually calmed down, hands folded between Armin’s and your humming long ceased. Your eyes drooped closed, exhaustion taking over you. Events such as these never fail to leave you weak and tired.

You felt Armin’s head rest against yours, a soft kiss quickly pressed to the crown of your head. “Do you feel better?” His voice was soft and comforting.

“Much,” you replied quietly. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Of course, love. Anytime you feel this way, find me. I don’t mind, I promise.”

You nodded one last time before closing your eyes for good, dozing off against the chest of the man holding you.

#comfort #x reader #platonic #armin aot #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin art #armin x y/n #shingeki no kyojin

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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what kind of dad he’d be hcs ; reiner braun

requested by ; anonymous (10/10/23)

fandom(s) ; attack on titan

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; reiner braun

outline ; “Hello! Can I request a dad headcanons (as in reader is his kid) about Reiner or Zeke [you can do both of them if you feel like it] (AoT)? What kind of father would he be and how would he deal with being a single parent. Those dudes have some issues, so I'm curious how that would impact their parenting styles. Have a nice day or night!”

note ; very shaky characterisation as i haven’t written for reiner before — also this spans from pre-rumbling to after eren’s death

warning(s) ; canon typical references to violence and angst, but mostly fluff!

reiner is a deeply traumatised person who grew up wholeheartedly believing the idea that his blood is lesser, that he and those like him are devils, and as a result of that he’d undoubtedly struggle a lot to cope with being a single parent — especially if you’re his biological child, someone that shares the same blood that he grew up despising

he doesn’t have any positive parental role models to default to as he raises you on his own, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try his best to be there for you — he refuses to be like his father and only ever does things that he believes are in your best interests

(even if he can’t help but tell you all about his childhood and the shame associated with his — your — heritage)

he instills a strong set of values in you as you grow up, some that originate from his own upbringing and others that come from his experiences as a soldier, and as a result you’ll come into adulthood as someone who values hard work, dedication to your cause, and extreme empathy — a desire to protect the innocent and weak whenever you can

there are times when the guilt of his past actions and attacks on his fellow scouts gets too much for him, you’ll see your father start to isolate himself completely — leaving you mostly to fend for yourself, and to care for him, as he spirals into self hatred, guilt, and suicidal ideation

you’re the only thing keeping him from pulling the trigger, and that makes him feel even worse because he’s all too aware of the weight and stress that puts on your young shoulders

reiner does his best to keep you away from the dangers and darkness that follows him through his life — in fact, on multiple occasions he even considered giving you up so that you could live a happier, safer, and more comfortable life than anything he could ever provide

and, of course, he made sure to set things up so that you’d have someone to take you in after his time is up — though that specific fear is much less prominent after all of the titans, including his armoured titan form and the shortened life span it represented, have been wiped out

he wants to make the world a better place for you and that’s why he keeps on atoning by working with the scouts, why he keeps on pushing even when it feels impossible to do so — but it’s undeniable how relieved he gets when he gets home from a mission and gets to see you, see his beloved child, again with your kind smile and open arms and all of those drawings you made in his absence

after the final battle, once he no longer has to fight as he once did, reiner makes an effort to be as present of a parent as he can be for you — trying to navigate his work as a peace ambassador whilst also doing his best to give you a semblance of a ‘normal’ childhood in what’s left of the world after the rumbling

his mother, thankfully, is there to help and becomes a much more prominent (and doting) maternal figure in your life when your father is busy or abroad trying to diffuse political tensions with his fellow former scouts — and while neither of them is perfect, it’s clear that they’re both trying their best to do right by you

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #child reader #platonic x reader #fluff #fluff hcs #aot x reader #snk x reader #platonic aot x reader #platonic snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #platonic attack on titan x reader #reiner braun fluff #platonic reiner braun x reader #aot fluff #attack on titan fluff #snk fluff

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mirrorsblogs · 2 years ago

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝟐)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

Lina arrived in Paradise years before any of the shifters did, she was a test experiment. Sent for a specific mission of analyzing the progress of those in the Walls. She had a sole purpose of being in the Walls, it was never supposed to be him, Levi.

“I’m sorry,” she would cry to his sleeping form after he was so exhausted he could only sleep. The guilt clawed at her insides like a dull parasite waiting to be hatched and evolved. Sometimes, to comfort herself, she would stay up the whole night and watch him sleep to make sure he stayed safe.

Like the biggest danger to him was not lying next to him.

“Why’re you still up?” He sleepily asked, pulling Lina closer to him.

“Couldn’t fall asleep,” she muttered. “Now I can.”

Levi laughed when she cuddled closer into him, his warmth enveloping her.

“Night, sunshine.” She stiffened in his grip at the pet name he used. His upbringing made him value what the surface offered, mainly the light. He was calling her what he valued most. She felt acidic internally, how could she put him through this?

“Night, Lee,” Lina murmured dutifully.

I’m sorry , she would think when she made eye contact with him.

You deserve the world , she would think when he saved a slice of banana bread for her.

How did I do that to him , she thought when she stood on that wall looking down at his ailing form.

Lina took a small step forward, about to surge towards him and abandon her role, her purpose.

“Don’t,” Zeke commanded. “Think about your duty to your country.”

As if my every waking thought has not been about that.

“When’s the boat back?” Her voice was hoarse from crying previously.

She rode atop Zeke’s shoulder in his titan form, forced to abandon the majority of her scout uniform safe for her basic blouse and slacks. For a minute moment, Lina turned to look at the fleeting Maria Reiner had toppled so many years ago.

Levi. He’s back there, fighting for everything he holds dear. That doesn’t include me anymore.

The ride back she stayed silent for the majority of it, avoiding War Chief Yeager’s questions on Paradisian society and politics. He was entirely uninformed and asked cringe-worthy questions about the world she had been immersed in.

“Do they hate themselves for being devils?”

“Is there brainwashing to believe otherwise?”

“Is there a hierarchy and class divide and can that be used as a weakness?”

On and on, hilarious questions were asked. Reiner was more forward about actually answering straightforwardly, he was exempt from the ‘rehabilitation’ program. His enthusiasm to return to Marley and clear outward disdain for Paradise made Command suspect him of being less likely to defect. After all, he only became the Armored Titan because of his faith in Marley.

“Who are you loyal to?” They asked periodically throughout the day, constantly preying on the lone fact that Lina had barely enough food and water to sustain any average thought.

“Marley. I am loyal to Marley,” she sobbed over and over, desperate to be free of this cell so far beneath the surface.

“Who is the enemy?”

“The island devils,” she said, the only acceptable answer her torturers accepted.

“And who are you?”

“A tool for Marley, a nameless soldier in the fight for good.”

When she was released the first thing she relished in was the sunlight. She understood Levi craving it after being so deprived of it for so long. Levi. What would he be doing right now?

“Why can’t I make your afternoon tea, Lee?” She whined, trying to grab his stirring spoon which he expertly snatched away.

“You don’t make it right,” Levi said, looking up and finally meeting her pleading eyes.

“Harsh.”

“Accurate. Now go sit and I’ll have both of our tea ready, ok sunshine?”

“I’m not a child.” Levi stood still waiting for an appropriate answer. “Fine.”

She grazed the wide variety of tea flavors the markets of Liberio offered, it had tea leaves from all corners of the world. It never tasted the same no matter how she prepared it to how Levi made it. Always lacking the right thing.

“Wanna try?” A large clown said from behind Lina, she shirked away and glared at the man.

“Try that again and I stab you,” she said, harsher than she intended. Paradise had hardened her shell into something mainly impenetrable.

“Sorry, miss.” The clown scurried away which made her laugh loudly. People stared but passed by quickly, they had all seen weirder.

She wandered further through the coastal market, trying to find a tea flavor she had not already tried. Her hand stopped on a batch of leaves, they looked similar to the ones in Levi’s cabinet, then again every batch looked similar.

“I’ll take this bag.”

“That one, are you sure?” The stall worker asked.

“Yes, why?” Lina was tempted to drop the bag.

“It’s from an island near to Heaven, most people wouldn’t want it.”

“I’m not most people,” she said, passing coins to the worker.

“No, it appears not.” The worker grimly took the coin, pocketing it, and went off to help another customer. Lina sighed and continued walking further down the pier, failing to look ahead of her. Levi always said her head-

“Is your head up in the clouds?” Levi reprimanded, dusting his jacket off after colliding his body first with someone else. He looked up and blanched.

Shit , Levi thought.

Fuck, Lina thought.

“What are you-” She started yelling. Levi grabbed her upper arm and dragged her into a decrepit alleyway, some rats scurried away when they entered. He pushed her up against a brick wall, knife already at her throat though somewhat sheathed by his sleeve. “Levi, what are you doing here?”

“Why should I tell you, traitor?” She deserved that but it still hurt deep within her.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lina whispered, she dared to push the knife away gently. “I had to do it for my country.”

“Your country? Do you mean the one that oppresses you? You would choose this hell instead of me,” Levi hissed, pressing the knife back against her throat with a new vengeance.

“If it were that simple I would have chosen you time and time again.”

“Why?” Levi felt his mind leave him and got a distant look in his eyes, Lina took full advantage and snatched the blade from out of his wrist. She used his heartbreak against him and pinned him to the opposite wall.

“Levi-”

“Why isn’t it that simple?” He did not look surprised that his blade was stolen.

“If I betray you I betray myself. If I betray the Warriors, I betray my country.” Tears lined Lina’s eyes. “My country is very dear to me.”

Images of young warrior candidates flashed through her mind, all so little. She wanted to protect them even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.

“Dearer than I?” Levi asked, his chest cracked open again. There was nothing left to pick, yet Lina found more things to take from him.

“No,” she gasped. “No, not dearer than you.”

“So what? You’ll kill me now?”

“You don’t think I will?” Lina raised her voice, digging her knife further into his neck, careful not to draw blood. “You wouldn’t be so unphased otherwise…well, I can kill you!”

“You deceived me, you lied to me-” Levi listed before he was rudely interrupted.

“I’m tired of listening to you drudge this up,” Lina whispered.

“Then what are we fighting about?” Levi emphasized every word with a grit of his teeth, conscious of the persistent blade.

“You gave me your heart. You’d like me to hand it back to you, whole again so that you may finally spend an eternity without me.”

“I’ve had everything stolen from me, won’t you give me that small mercy?”

“Never.” Lina stepped away and removed the knife from his neck.

“I hate you,” Levi whispered again and again, pushing her into the wall. He whispered it against her lips, neck, and even her collarbone.

“I wish you did hate me. It would make this easier.”

Levi stayed silent, if he spoke it would ruin this perfect moment. He felt filled again, he could feel his own beating heart. He felt alive. This was profound, this was it.

“Go,” Lina pushed him away. “Go to your people. I’ll pretend I never saw you.”

“Come with me.” Levi extended his hand, the one he held the knife in previously.

Lina looked at his hand longingly, desirable. She turned around and exited the alley on the other side, Levi stood there with his hand still outstretched.

Country first, everything else is second. He is second.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3

#levi ackerman #levi #ackerman #aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot x yn #aot x you #attack on titan x yn #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #levi x reader #levi x original female character platonic #levi ackerman x original female character #levi x you #levi x yn

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out101 · 2 years ago

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Eyyy I’m done, this year been year of pop star inspiration from an anime. I think you would know *wink wink wink

Land new character YAY, someone more ‘tame’ I should say.

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aventurineswife · 7 months ago

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👀 Attack on Titan mention on one of your posts…! I’m inspired, huhuhu~ 🤭

Can we get maybe Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Feixiao, Blade, Gallagher or Gepard sparring with a young Galaxy Ranger Reader (prolly about Yanqing’s age) who fights like Annie and/or Eren? Platonic, of course!

With Every Strike, We Find Ourselves

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Blade x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Teen!Galaxy Ranger!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Sparring Scenes, Mentorship Themes, Combat Training, Action-Packed, Annie Leonhart and Eren Yeager Inspired Fighting Style(probably ooc because idk much about them).

Warnings: Mild Violence, Competitive Atmosphere, Mentions of Injury, Combat Realism.

The sparring ring buzzed with quiet anticipation. Jing Yuan lounged on the edge of the training arena, his eyes half-closed, as though he hadn’t noticed the young Galaxy Ranger standing before him. You shifted in place, your movements lithe and calculated, waiting for his signal.

"Relax," he drawled, his voice smooth and unhurried. "You’re too tense. It’ll burn through your energy before we even start."

You gritted your teeth. Was he trying to distract you? Before you could respond, Jing Yuan rose gracefully, his sword unsheathed in a single fluid motion.

"Show me what the Rangers are made of." he said, his usual laziness replaced by a sharp focus that sent a shiver down your spine.

You lunged first, aiming low, your combat style a chaotic blend of acrobatics and brute force. Jing Yuan parried easily, his calm demeanor frustratingly unshaken. Twisting mid-air, you aimed a kick at his chest. He sidestepped, his blade flashing toward you in a measured arc.

"Good instincts," he remarked. "But predictable."

Growling, you launched into a feint, using your smaller frame to slip under his guard. Your fists collided with his armored forearm, and for a brief moment, he grunted in acknowledgment.

"Not bad," he said, smiling faintly. "But battles aren’t won by raw determination alone."

With a quick step, Jing Yuan swept you off your feet, his sword tip hovering inches from your throat. The match was over. As he helped you up, his gaze softened.

"You’ll make a fine warrior," he said. "But remember, true strength lies in knowing when to hold back."

Dan Heng stood quietly at the edge of the training grounds, Cloud-Piercer in hand. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your jittery energy. You’d heard tales of his skill, and now, sparring against him, you were determined to prove yourself.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice measured.

"Always." you replied, charging forward.

Your erratic footwork and spinning kicks were meant to throw him off balance, but Dan Heng reacted with a precision that was almost supernatural. His spear danced in elegant arcs, deflecting your attacks effortlessly. You aimed a hard punch at his torso, only for him to twist away, the butt of his spear catching your ankle mid-motion.

"Overextension," he murmured as you stumbled but quickly recovered.

You feigned a retreat before launching yourself at him again, your fists moving in a blur. Dan Heng frowned slightly as he parried, his spear spinning to create a defensive barrier. He was calm, almost too calm, and it infuriated you.

When you finally managed to knock the spear from his grip, a rare look of surprise flickered across his face. You didn’t hesitate, attempting to press your advantage, but before your next attack could land, he sidestepped and swept your legs out from under you.

"You’re reckless," Dan Heng said, offering you a hand. "But resourceful. Discipline that energy, and you’ll be unstoppable."

Feixiao’s sharp eyes gleamed with excitement as she studied you in the ring. Her unrestrained energy was infectious, and you found yourself grinning despite the nerves coursing through you.

"Show me what you’ve got, kid," she said, cracking her knuckles. "And don’t hold back. I sure won’t."

The moment the match began, Feixiao was a blur of motion. You dodged her opening strike—a swift, devastating kick—and retaliated with a spinning punch aimed at her side. She blocked it with ease, her laughter ringing out as she countered with a series of rapid strikes.

"You fight like a wild animal," she teased, dodging a low kick. "I like it. But you’ll need more than brute force to take me down."

Her movements were overwhelming, but you adapted quickly, slipping into the rhythm of her attacks. Using your smaller size to your advantage, you ducked under her guard and aimed a fierce uppercut at her jaw. It connected, and Feixiao staggered back, grinning like a maniac.

"Not bad!" she exclaimed. "But don’t get cocky."

In the blink of an eye, she surged forward, landing a light but firm strike on your chest that sent you sprawling. Standing over you, she offered a hand, her expression warm despite the fierce sparring.

"You’ve got potential, Ranger," she said. "Now, let’s see if you can keep up next time."

The sparring ground was silent, save for the whisper of wind through the trees. Blade stood across from you, his expression impassive as he regarded you with crimson eyes.

"Don’t hesitate," he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge of warning. "Hesitation is death."

You nodded, rushing toward him with a burst of energy. Your fists flew in a chaotic barrage, aiming to overwhelm him. Blade deflected each strike with a calculated efficiency, his movements smooth and unyielding.

"You rely too much on aggression," he said, sidestepping a spinning kick. "Control it, or it’ll control you."

Frustrated, you switched tactics, feinting left before launching a powerful punch at his ribs. For a moment, you thought you’d caught him off guard—but then his hand closed around your wrist like a vice. He twisted, sending you sprawling to the ground.

"Again," he commanded, his tone unreadable.

You rose, determination burning in your chest. This time, you waited for him to make the first move. When he did, you ducked under his strike and countered with a low sweep, catching him off balance. He stumbled slightly, and you pressed the attack, landing a solid hit to his side.

Blade’s lips quirked into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"Good," he said, stepping back. "You’re learning."

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