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brotheramberland · 2 years ago

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Senseis' as fathers with a child!reader that was born blind.

Senseis' include: Kakashi Hatake, Satoru Gojo, Yami Sukehiro, and Levi Ackerman.

Please keep in mind: All character & reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

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Kakashi Hatake

"Do you have a good sense of your surroundings?" Kakashi asked from where he knelt beside you.

You sported a determined expression that he couldn't help but to find both adorable and admirable. Even blind you still tried your hardest to improve your skills no matter how dangerous it may be. It made him proud and also worried him to death.

"Mhm," You nodded, tilting your head, "There's a tree five meters that way. I think I know where to go."

"Very good," Kakashi patted your back, "Just remember, if you happen to fall, I'll be right there to catch you."

"Ok, daddy," You smiled at him before focusing all your attention on using echolocation to navigate the branch you wanted to jump on. If you were going to be a ninja one day, you had to practice and train with all your might, "Here I go."

Kakashi held his breath while calmly waiting for you to make your jump, his body braced in precaution. A lump grew in his throat and sweat lightly dampened his clothes. Honestly, he might be over-thinking a bit, but he couldn't help it. He loved you so much, and while he respected your desires to train, he still worried about you tremendously.

He had lost so much in his life. Losing the most precious piece of it would cause him to go infinitely insane. Your blindness was an extreme vulnerability, and although you had grown well adapted to it, there was still much you had left to learn. And it didn't help his anxiety any when you decided to do dangerous activities like this.

In a flash, you jumped.

With a stumble, you landed perfectly on the tree branch. Wobbling to regain balance, you blushed in triumph and giggled, "Ah! Did you see that, daddy? I made it!"

Kakashi swiftly jumped onto the same branch, smiling proudly behind his mask, "Yes I did. That was well done, dongo, good job. At this rate, you'll be a ninja in no time."

Delighted by his praise, you grinned and began looking around, getting excited when you sensed yet another nearby branch. "There's another one," You grinned and went to jump.

Kakashi gasped and reached out for you, "Wait, (y/n), not so fast."

This time around, you didn't land where you were supposed to. In fact you didn't come into contact with any trees, and instead fell to the far away ground. "Ahh, daddy!" You cried.

Kakashi caught you in an instant, safely securing you in his arms while landing on a nearby branch, "You okay?"

You whimpered, hugging him tightly and frowning in failure, "Yes, but... I missed."

"That's okay," Kakashi quickly reassured you, running a soothing hand through your messy hair, "We all make mistakes. Why don't you try again, but this time, try not to let your emotions overwhelm you, ok? Often times emotions can be more blinding than blindness itself."

"But... What if I miss again?" You say sadly, "I-if I can't jump like I'm supposed to, then I'll never get to be a ninja, an-and you'll hate me, a-and I w-won't get to be like you-"

"Hey, hey, where's this coming from?" Kakashi grasped your shaking shoulders, looking into your milky, watery eyes, "Dongo, I could never hate you, so don't ever assume that, ok? And this was only your second attempt. You have plenty more to go. Don't be so hard on yourself. One of the most important things about being a ninja is never giving up. You're not giving up, are you?"

Quickly wiping your eyes, you shook your head and say softly, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Kakashi smiled and went to playfully pinch your cheek, kissing you on the forehead through his mask before saying, "I know you can. There's nothing you can't do, (y/n), and I'll always be right here by your side to make sure of that."

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Levi Ackerman

Levi was enjoying one of his rare days off from the ever tiring Survey Corps. He hadn't gotten to see you in over a week- something he chewed Erwin out for sternly. By the time he entered his house, you came rushing towards him, your tiny figure accidentally bumping into things along the way.

"What did I say about running?" He grumbled, unable to resist hugging you whenever you were close enough, "Damn runt, gonna hurt yourself."

"I missed you, daddy," You say in a mixture of sadness and excitement, your cracking voice causing him to frown, "You were gone so long. I-I was scared you wouldn't come back."

"Hmp, so much for faith," Levi ruffled your hair, relief flooding him at finally getting to be at your side again, "Has nanny been good to you?"

You whimpered a bit, your glossy eyes pointing towards the ground, "I like her, but... She doesn't let me draw... or cook... or sew."

At that answer, Levi sighed and palmed his face, cursing nonsense underneath his breath. This was a common problem for you and him; nannies and babysitters not letting you do anything fun all because you were blind. None of them had any patience or consideration and it really got on his nerves.

"Tell me she read to you at least?" He rubbed his temple, not really in the mood to threaten another dumb nanny for mistreating his child, but if he had to he would absolutely give her a piece of his mind.

Your small "yes" was the only thing that saved her.

Seeing the dejection decorating your face, Levi tapped on your nose and said, "Well, you should know it's been a while since I've had some decent food. Get your little butt in there and cook me something already."

Gasping in joy at his given permission to do one of your favorite activities, you nearly leaped into the air, twirling around and giggling excitedly, "Yay! I get to cook for daddy."

Before you could run off, Levi grabbed your hand and grumbled, "No running this time."

You grumbled back at him and marched to the kitchen with a silly pout on your face. Levi shook his head, grinning as he thought about how much he loved you. Honestly, you being blind was kind of a relief to him simply because it meant that you would never be able to fight. And being the protective father he was, he rather preferred it that way.

You were already doing such a good job at basic daily activities like reading braille, learning how to write, cooking small meals, navigating your way through familiar places, and even drawing and sewing. People said you wouldn't develop properly when you were born. Well, Levi would like to see them say that to his face now.

Taking off his jacket, Levi none-too-politely paid the nanny and threw her out of his house. Then he went into the kitchen where you were currently working on mixing eggs in a bowl, your eyes staring mindlessly at the wall. You may be blind, but you made him so unbelievably proud, you had no idea.

"I'm making your favorite, daddy," You say cheerfully when you noticed his presence.

Levi smirked and went to put some fire in the stove, "'Bout time I was spoiled."

You giggled, carefully climbed down from the chair, and walked over to him, reaching out to feel for his hand, "Can I see you?"

After getting the fire started, Levi knelt down in front of you and patiently allowed you to touch his face with your hands. You often did this during moments when he held you, your little hands gently feeling the structure of his face in an attempt to get an idea of what he really looked like.

"I missed you, daddy," You say quietly.

Levi reached forward and pulled you into a firm, loving hug, kissing the side of your cheek, "Missed you too, you little runt."

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Satoru Gojo

Who would have thought that his child would be born with beautiful crystal eyes like he himself had, and yet be cursed never to use them? Even though your disability was not his fault, Gojo still felt guiltily accountable, and always sought protecting you and making you the happiest he possibly could.

Starting a new morning, Gojo carried some fresh, folded clothes into your bedroom, quiet and stealthy. You were sleeping peacefully on your bed, your little snores causing his heart to flood with endearment. Gosh, you were so precious to him.

Setting the clothes down, Gojo knelt beside the bed and reached out to brush a gentle hand through your hair. You whimpered, your head stirring around on the pillow. "Hm? Hello? Rise and shine," He playfully sang.

You groaned softly, your body stretching out as your eyes squinted open. "Mm... Daddy?" You reached out to feel for him as your eyes stayed aimed towards the ceiling.

"Morning, my little angel," Gojo grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, "Time to get up."

"Are you taking me to work today?" You asked curiously, tilting your head towards him, your hand tensing within his own larger one, "What if they don't like me?"

"Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you," Gojo blew raspberries and laughed, "And if they don't, then guess what? More butts' for me to leave my ultra-famous, Gojo styled foot print on."

Giggling at his joke, you reached out with your free hand and go to feel the blind-fold covering his powerful eyes, "I wish I could be more like you."

That sent a bullet roaring through Gojo's heart. He absolutely hated it when you degraded yourself and/or claimed that you wished you were different. It broke his heart more than you could ever imagine. "Hmm, well I love you just the way you are," He said casually.

"In fact I'd give up my own eyes any day to be just like you; free house, free food, the world's most riveting, handsome dad (if I do say so myself), and of course the opportunity to never have to work in a dangerous environment," Gojo smiled and patted your head, "There are plenty of reasons to be like you. Quit being so negative- you'll make the walls cry- and they don't even have eyes."

Letting go of your hand, Gojo grabbed your clothes and unceremoniously tossed them onto your face, "Hurry, hurry, or I'll eat all of the breakfast. Hm? Breakfast... Oh no, the breakfast!"

Sensing your father quickly disappear, you only manage to frown when the fire alarms began going off seconds later. Looks like he burnt breakfast... Again...

After you got dressed, brushed your teeth and headed down the hallway, you grimaced at the stench of burnt eggs. Goodness, what a silly father you had, but you loved him. Coming to a stop at the table where you sensed he was sitting at, you timidly held out a single band of cloth.

"Oh? What's this?" Gojo asked nonchalantly, pretending not to be embarrassed about, yet again, burning breakfast, "A scarf?"

"I... I thought that maybe... S-since I'm blind, maybe I could wear something like what you wear to cover your eyes. Then that way..." You frowned, tilting your nose down at the ground, "That way they won't know I'm blind. They'll think I'm strong, like you."

If your words could be knives, then they would have just sliced right through his chest. Still though, he managed to maintain his optimistic, calm persona, "What? You wanna lie to your new friends? Well that's not very nice. Their hearts would be broken in seconds."

"But..." You whimpered.

"Listen, (y/n)," Gojo reached out to grasp your shoulder, squeezing it gently, "You're not like me. You will never be anything like me. Why- you may ask? Because you're already a million times better."

You sniffled, leaning in to hug him, grateful that he so greatly accepted and loved you no matter how flawed you were, "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, little angel who is stronger and cooler and- while I hate to admit it- better looking than me," Gojo teased, your laughter his haven that he could live in forever.

He loves you, (y/n), remember that.

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Yami Sukehiro

Yami, in general, was already extremely protective of you, especially after he discovered that you would forever be blind. Now that's not to say that he didn't encourage you to push past your limits. In fact he helped you train all the time. But see, the only problem he had with you training was when you trained by yourself.

And when he found out that you had been flying around on a broom by yourself thus leading to the breaking of your arm, Yami just about tore the rooftops off buildings with his sheer rage alone.

He was in the medical ward giving Magna and Luck a good scolding until you came prattling up, your arm perfectly healed by healing-magic. "Daddy, please stop being mean to Magna and Luck," You whined, tears in your eyes as you lightly shook, "I'm sorry. It's my fault... I went outside without their permission and rode the broom... It's my fault."

The entire ward went dead silent as Yami turned all his attention to you. Considering how bad his temper could get, you were pretty brave for admitting your mistake. And the look on your face; embarrassed, frightened and sad. He knew that you were telling the truth.

"Alright then," Yami relaxed and stepped forward to take your healed hand in his, his voice calm as he said, "Think it's 'bout time you and I had a little chat."

You whimpered but otherwise said nothing the entire time your father lead you just outside the ward. You knew from how he treated others that making him angry resulted in a scary outcome, and you worried what he would do to you now that you've finally done something to upset him. You felt bad too. Sad and regretful.

Once you were outside, Yami let go of your hand and lit a cigarette, "So... Ya just thought ya could do whatever the heck ya wanted to, huh?"

You tensed, your blind eyes staring at the ground, "I did a bad thing. I'm sorry, daddy."

Yami considered you. Unlike other people who annoyed him, he had never really ever gotten mad at you. Seeing how scared you were right now was suffocating enough to make him pout. Was he really making you that uncomfortable? But... He was your father. You shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Ya know, if this were me an' my dad, I woulda' already got my head beat in," Yami blew out a cloud of smoke, "Lucky for you though, I ain't him... I do wanna know one thing though- If all ya wanted to do was ride a damn broom, why didn't ya ask for help?"

You swayed back and forth, fiddling with your hands, "'Cause... You don't need help, an'..."

Ah. So you wanted to be like him. Yami closed his eyes in understanding. "Squirt, get over here an' look at me," Yami crouched down and guided your tiny hand to rest against the side of his face.

He in return cupped your face, gazing into your foggy eyes and saying, "I don't need help 'cause I'm all grown an' got full control over my mana. You're still a tiny, little sprout. Now if ya wanna train, that's fine, but 'till then, you train when someone else is around to help, ya hear?"

You nodded, your lower lip wobbling, "Yes, daddy."

"Eh? I go easy on ya an' you're still about'a cry? Talk about sensitive," Yami chuckled a bit, gently whacking your nose with his thumb.

"I-it's not you, daddy, I..." You whimpered, your body buckling up, "When I fell- i-it... It was just so scary a-and it hurt..."

Oh. Yami's face bloomed with realization. Oh... That was your first traumatic experience, huh? No wonder you were so upset. At first he thought about teasing you or making a sarcastic remark, but ultimately decided against it.

Instead he settled for wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his large chest. "It'll be alright, squirt. You're tough. You'll pull through. Everything's gonna be alright, ya hear?"

Soaking up his comforting warmth and attention, you whimpered and nodded, trying your hardest to hide in the safety of his chest. Your father was so strong and comforting. With him around, it was guaranteed that you would always be safe.

#fanfic drabble #kakashi hatake x reader #levi ackerman x reader #gojo saturo x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #child!reader #platonic #no romantic relationships #Father drabbles #blind reader #black clover #attack on titan #naruto #jujutsu kaisen

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auclairedetoru · 2 months ago

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Alrightyy, hii :3

May I request Levi with a reader who basically grew up around him? Like they were a child when Erwin found them and basically dropped them to Levi's care when he was busy. They have no home or parents and they have been a subject of experiments because of an ability connected to their blood (in my story it's healing but can be anything)

Reader is a 17 yro Survey Corp member but higher up than Eren and the other cadets since they started earlier.

(I'm very sorry if this is way too specific, I'm lowkey just requesting this for oc story purposes <33)

So sorry this is late, life happens lol 😭

tried my best to interpret it as close to your vision as possible. I've never written a reader/oc with powerful abilities, but it was fun to imagine it all and put it into words. I hope you like it 🤍

WARNING!! Spoilers to Levi's story in the OVA.

Levi never thought he'd take someone under his wing after what happened to Furlan and Isabel. He might not have expressed it but constantly losing people he cares about hurts him a lot, that's why he refuses to form any kind of relationship with anyone, too afraid they'll end up dead as well.

But now thanks to Erwin he's stuck with this grumpy kid who is in a very rough shape and whose frown gets deeper every time he looks at them. He was told that they had some sort of powers and that he's the perfect candidate for training them. Levi scoffed when he heard that but eventually agreed to do it.

He was instructed to take them into a random office and get them to talk about what happened to them wherever Erwin found them and then explain what the plan for them is. Time is very precious to Levi though and he has a lot of work he still hasn't finished so he's hoping he'll be done with them in a matter of minutes and send them on their way.

“What's your name again?”

Yeah, he remembers their name, it was the first thing Erwin told him about them, but he had to get them to talk somehow.

They glare at him and look away, their arms tightly crossed across their chest to show that they do not like being here and whatever it is he has planned. Levi sighs with a roll of his eyes. He doesn't like to deal with adults, let alone a kid who probably just became a teen and is starting to develop that shitty teenagers attitude.

“The longer you take to answer the longer you have to sit in this room with me and we both don't want that. So I'll ask again, what's your name?”

That got them to answer him with a mumble of their name. It's nothing major, but it's a step closer to making progress with them and ending this meeting quickly. Levi's not liking being stuck in this situation either and he wants to get it over and done with as fast as possible. He can already feel a headache creeping up on him at the thought of the mountain of paperwork waiting for him in his office. He could've gone through half of them by now.

“Where did you come from?”

“I don't know,” they shrug their shoulders, still refusing to look at him. He raises an eyebrow, where on earth did Erwin find this one? In the underground again? He hopes not. He doesn't want a constant reminder of that god awfully place.

“What do you mean you don't know?”

The kid huffs in frustration, “All I remember is being in the lab, is this what you wanted to know? Can I go now?”

A lab? What lab? He looks down at the paper Erwin gave him with information about them. It only mentions their name, age, physical description, and possible history. There's no mention of a lab or anything similar.

“What were you doing in the lab?”

They scoff and roll their eyes, “I don't know, they wanted to extract my healing abilities or something like that. I might not know how to read and write, but I do know that it's not possible. They wouldn't listen to me, though.”

Levi quickly writes down everything they said to report it back to Erwin, he has a feeling this has nothing to do with the underground, but a more bigger problem.

“what do your healing abilities do exactly?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Guess we'll be spending the night here, then.”

Levi doesn't spare them a glance as they throw their head back and groan. He's starting to understand why Erwin brought them here instead of taking them anywhere else. The survey corps could benefit greatly from their abilities, especially during expeditions. Training them will be the hard part, they're very stubborn, but he already has a plan on how to tackle that.

“my blood can heal injuries quickly, the worse the wound is the more blood is needed, but more like a few drops, not a lot. Those greedy bastards at the labs forgot I needed it to survive and got mad when I got sick from them extracting from me every single day without feeding me properly.” the kid scoffs as they remember those stupid blurry faces of the "doctors" yelling at them for passing out. It's not like they could control how their body reacted to literal torture.

“Humans can be very shitty,” Levi mumbles and looks back up at them after he finishes writing down all that they said, “that's why your first training lessons will be in hand to hand combat, you'll also be attending classes to learn how to write and read.”

Their face morphs into a shocked expression, their eyes following him frantically as he stands up and collects his papers, “what? No! I don't want to do all that, I want to leave!”

Levi stares down at them, his expression neutral yet intimidating making them gulp slightly, “you have two choices, either wake up bright and early tomorrow to start your training, or leave and try to fend for yourself, however don't expect those shitty doctors not to find you again.”

Safe to say those last words scared them more than he intended because they immediately get up and follow him wherever he's planning on taking them, as long as they don't go back to those scary experiments and tests.

A couple of years later...

“Captain! There you are!”

Levi turns slightly to look at the smiling 17 year old. A lot of changes have happened in the last few years. Y/n is now a different person than the one he first met. They're a lot more relaxed, a lot more happy. They tell him that it's because of their "very awesome and strong captain" but Levi thinks it's their determination to change that got them to where they are now.

“you're done with training for the day?” he asks them as they walk side by side.

“yep!”, they nod their head, “but Hange told me they need me for the experiments they're gonna do with Eren later today, just in case something goes wrong.”

Levi nods and looks ahead, “make sure four eyes doesn't go crazy with the experiments, the more they go overboard the more they'll use your blood and their stupid brain won't remind them that you're not a never ending fountain of healing.”

The young soldier nods, “will do. Plus, I need to take care of myself for the expedition next month, a lot of people rely on me during those.”

There's a moment of silence between them as they walk inside the building. Their relationship has developed into one where they could both stay silent for hours without it getting awkward or uncomfortable, and they both quite like that. Y/n did turn out to be the talkative type, like they're making up for the years they were practically mute, but they mostly rambled with the other soldiers they befriended, with him however, just his presence made them happy.

“Captain ?”

Levi hums to let them know he's listening.

“If Furlan and Isabel were still... Alive, would I get along with them?”

He pauses and looks over at them. He only talked about those two once, and it happened years ago to help them open up and continue training. He didn't think they'd still remember that talk or ask him about them.

“Maybe with Isabel. You're both a pain in my ass and love animals.”

Y/n nods and continues walking. They want to know more about Levi's past, about his life in the underground, about how he got to his position as a captain at the survey corps. They want to ask the people who knew him before them but at the same time they want to hear it coming from the source itself.

He is actually a huge inspiration for them and they look up to him a lot. He is very skillful and smart and they hoped to become like him one day, maybe not humanity's strongest soldier, but something close to that. Levi isn't just a mentor to them, but something much closer. According to their friends who have families, older brothers protect their younger siblings and teach them how to defend themselves, and that's exactly what the captain does to them, so in their heart he is their older brother.

Y/n bites the bottom of their lips as they look over at him nervously. Levi can sense their stare and he can tell they want to ask something else but are too nervous to do so. He sighs as the slowly approaches his office, “spill it out already, brat.”

“I didn't say anything!”

“But I know you want to say something,” he glances at them from the corner of his eyes, “so hurry up, my time is precious.”

Y/n looks down at their shoes to avoid looking at his intimidating eyes, what they're about to request is something very simple, but they're afraid he'd say no.

“...can I nap in your office?”

Levi scoffs. This habit started years ago and it's one of the things that made him gain their trust. They would nap on the uncomfortable sofa he has in his office while he gets work done. He should've never let them do it in the first place but it all happened by accident and now it became a regular occurrence. He planned on stopping it as soon as it started but then Erwin told him to do it and suddenly he didn't feel like doing it anymore.

He has that in common with y/n, being told to do something they were already planning on doing makes them not want to do it anymore. Now that he thinks about it, Hange and Erwin have mentioned on several occasions that spending so much time with him has turned y/n into a mini version of him. Apparently they have the same stare, same speech, same techniques, they even drink tea the same way he does. He never paid attention to those details, but maybe they were right.

“will that get you to leave me alone and not talk my head off?”

Seeing how they excitedly nodded, Levi sighs and opens the door to let them in. They run straight to the sofa where a pillow and blanket are already waiting for them, just like last time, and the time before that.

He would never admit this, not even to himself, but if you look deep down in his heart, you'd find y/n sleeping on a much more comfortable sofa, in a place where they're protected from any harm, whether it's humans or titans. He cares about them at a level he never felt before. Is this how it feels to care about family? Maybe. He never cared about Kenny like this, but it feels close to how he feels about his mother.

Sometimes he likes to imagine what life would be like if titans didn't exist and he never experienced any traumatic events that turned him into the person he is today. It's not always the same thing, but in every version, y/n is standing next to him, being the annoying brat they are, and he couldn't have them any other way.

Levi doesn't believe in religion, yet each day he prays and hopes that nothing will harm them or take them away from him as it has with others he once cared about. Losing them would be his last straw, it would be the last stab to his heart that kills him.

He looks over at their sleeping form from his seat behind his desk, and in that moment he promises to protect them with all his might, even if it hurts others in the process.

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7077070707 · 1 year 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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l0v3rg1ri · 11 months 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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the-fantasy-maker · 1 year 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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tender-hearteddd · 21 days 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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damn-stark · 1 year 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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I Know Your Pain - Levi Ackerman

A/N: I started writing this a long time ago when I was working through writing for everyone on my masterlist, before my inbox was flooded with requests. I hope this turned out alright. And for the person who sent in a Levi request months ago, I promise I haven’t deleted it yet. I just want to finish the show before I get around to your request. I’m sorry for the long wait. I hope this is something, though.

Warnings: Loss of a loved one, vomiting

Just because you weren’t a part of Levi’s squad doesn’t mean he doesn’t know who you are. You worked with Hange, and her squad always worked with Levi’s, so he was aware of your presence. In fact, you were one of the few people he’d willingly eat with, or spend his free time with. You got your work done in a timely manner and your presence wasn’t unbearable. You were quiet but could carry a conversation.

You usually spent the evenings with Levi in his office. You always claimed that your roommates were too loud, and Hange’s constant movements and outbursts stressed you out, so you asked Levi if you could work in his office.

So when you didn’t show up one night after an expedition with Hange’s squad, Levi was slightly concerned. Were you hurt and in the infirmary? He hoped not, he’d taken a liking to you and didn’t want to see you injured. Where you dead? God, you better not be. He’d kill you himself if you were. He didn’t want to keep thinking these terrible thoughts, so he went to ask Hange himself.

“Four eyes!” Ah, yes, his go-to greeting. “Where’s Y/N? I have work for them to do.”

Hange slowly lifted her head from her hands, eyes drooped low. Now Levi knew something was wrong. His best friend was never this quiet. Were you really dead? No, you were too strong of a soldier to have died out there.

Hange cleared her throat, then wiped at her eyes. “I don’t know. I gave her the rest of the week off.”

Levi’s jaw tensed. “The rest of the week? It’s only Monday!” His voice was rough. He hoped it covered up his worry.

“Considering their best friend just died only a few hours ago, I think they’ll need the week to recover and grieve.”

So someone did die. Levi took a deep breath, relieved that you were at least alive. “Oh, I see.” The man turned to the door and stepped out of the room. “I will leave them be, then.” That was a lie. Levi was now on the hunt, looking everywhere for you.

Your bedroom was empty. You weren’t in the kitchen, library, or with the other cadets. You were nowhere to be found. Not even Erwin knew where you were. Levi was at a loss. As he walked through the corridors, he listened to the rain as it poured outside. Surely you weren’t out there.

“Captain!” Levi turned around, watching as a cadet ran towards him.

Levi raised an eyebrow. “What is it, cadet?”

The man running slowed to a stop. He took a deep breath. “There’s someone outside.”

“And why does this concern me?” Levi was growing agitated. He had more pressing matters than someone standing out in the rain. That was their choice, therefore it wasn’t his problem.

“I think it’s one of Hange’s squad members,” the cadet spoke. “I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t think something was wrong, sir. But they’ve been out there ever since their squad returned.”

“Where?” Levi’s voice was stern now.

“Out by the stables-”

Levi didn’t let the boy finish, taking off running towards the stables. That had to have been you out there. Where else could you have been? But how long have you been out there? Hange returned to her office at least 3 hours ago. Levi had seen her walk down the hall and past his office. So you had to have been out there for hours now at least.

When the door to the outside opened, Levi was immediately stung with hard, monstrous rain drops. It was raining so hard he could barely see. Running off in the direction of the stables, Levi almost slipped and fell several times due to all of the mud. He cursed the weather as he kept running.

Soon enough, Levi could see the silhouette of a stray horse standing out in the rain. As he got closer he could see someone sat upon the horse.

“Easy,” he said, slowing to a walk when he neared the horse. He put his hand on the horse’s behind, petting the creature as he walked to the saddle. He looked up to see you sat still, looking down to your hands. They had remnants of blood left on them, the rest having been washed off by the rain. The scout’s regime’s symbol was gripped tightly in your hands. It must have belonged to your friend.

“Y/N,” Levi said softly. “Come inside.” He received no response. He wasn’t even sure you had even heard him. He sighed, then reached for the lead of your horse, slowly leading it inside of the barn and out of the rain. He brought it into its stable and stepped up on a small set of stairs to be eye level with you. The sight hurt him. You were absolutely drenched, clothes clinging to you in any way they could. Your skin was pale but your eyes were a vibrant red. Levi was sure you were going to get sick.

“Come on,” he soothed, placing a warm hand against your cool arm. He pulled gently, sliding you off of your horse partially. He guided you down, catching you when you stumbled as your feet hit the ground. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.” He gently tugged you towards the entrance of the barn when a gut-wrenching sob escaped your lips. Then you screamed, falling limp and landing on your knees on the ground.

Levi quickly fell beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s ok. You’re alright.” He rocked you slowly as he let you sob into his scouting cloak. He knew how much pain you were in. How it felt to lose your best friend. And so he lets you scream and cry for as long as you need. Or, until you began to gag, choking on your own sobs. You pushed yourself away from Levi, moved a few feet away from him, and then turned your head to throw up.

When you were finished, Levi slowly placed a hand on your back to make sure you were alright. “Let’s go inside. We need to get you warmed up.” He gently slid an arm under your knees and one behind your back, pulling you to him as he stood.

He took you to his office first. There was a much smaller chance that anyone would see you like this, and he has better control of your surroundings when in his office. He sat you down in a chair across from his desk. When he pulled back to walk away, he noticed how you still hadn’t let go of your friend’s patch. “I’ll be back, I promise.” He placed a hand on your head for a moment before leaving.

Levi stepped into his bathroom. He crouched down at the sink and pulled out a clean towel. On his way back to you he set a pot of water to warm up for you. Some tea and soup would do you well. Then he made his way to kneel in front of you. “I’m going to dry you off, alright?” he said quietly. “We’ll get you into some dry clothes and then under some blankets, yeah?”

He started with your face, softly wiping away the tears and raindrops that stained your face. The towel moved from your face up to your hair where Levi patted it as dry as he could. You looked like a disaster. There were remnants of blood all over your body, and Levi hoped to God that it wasn’t your blood. You looked as pale as the reports on his desk, yet your eyes were bloodshot a deep red color.

Your captain tried as best he could to get the rest of you dry but you had been in the rain so long that your clothes could be considered ruined. There was nothing he could do to save them. His silver eyes met your (e/c) ones and his gaze softened. “We’re going to get you taken care of,” he promised. Then he stood, draping the now damp towel over his shoulder. “Stay here.” He wasn’t sure you’d be able to go anywhere in this state, but he needed something to fill the silence.

“I’m going to get you a change of clothes. I promise, you won’t be left alone for long.”

Levi made his way back to Hange’s office, hoping the scientist was still awake. Stepping into the room, he saw her just where she was last time he had come into her office.

“What do you want now, Levi?” she grumbled quietly, quickly sparing the man a glimpse before laying her head back down on her desk. “I’d like to be left alone.”

“I know, but I found Y/N,” he said softly. “They aren’t in a good state. They’ve been out in the rain ever since your squad returned.” He sighed, then continued. “I was wondering if you had any clothes that could fit her, or if she left any spare clothes in here.”

Hange slowly lifted herself from her desk and over to a cabinet, pulling out a folded outfit. She handed it to Levi. “These are their spare overnight clothes, for when they’re in the lab overnight or they’re too tired to go home.” She sighed tiredly. Hange looked almost as worn down as you, except she was much more functional than you were at the moment. “Good night, Levi. And make sure Y/N sees a medic. I’m not sure they’ve had their check-up yet.”

Levi bid his friend good night and made his way back to his office. He prayed you were alright still. This small trip took longer than he’d expected.

You were still slumped in the chair Levi had left you in. You were trembling now, and it sounded like you had stopped crying. Levi kneeled down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee to try and grab your attention. “Y/N,” he said softly, turning his head ever so slightly to meet your distant gaze. “I’ve returned with some dry clothes for you to change into while I start a fire.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t even acknowledge him. Levi was beginning to worry even more. You’ve been unresponsive for a while now. He hoped changing your clothes and your environment would help you feel better

“I can help you, if you'd like,” Levi offered, and when he still didn’t receive a response he placed the dry clothes on the floor behind him. His warm hands gently undone your cloak, hanging it on the side of the chair next to you. Next was your jacket, except you refused to let go of the wings of freedom you had clutched in your hands.

Levi slowly attempted to take the torn fabric from you. “I’ll give it back, I promise. Just let me help you change, then you can do whatever you want with it.”

You responded this time, only with a short nod as you loosened your grip on the wings of freedom, letting Levi set it to the side yet still in your sight. He peeled your jacket down your arms and set it on top of your cloak. His fingertips brushed over your hips as he pulled your shirt over your shoulders and arms, adding it to the pile of wet clothes. Your socks, shoes, and pants eventually made their way off as well, leaving you in your underclothes.

Levi took this time to look over you for any injuries. Usually one would be nervous, sitting undressed in front of their captain like this. Except Levi had performed routine exams after expeditions several times in your presence, sometimes even on you, so you thought nothing of it. There was a huge bruise forming across your back, but that seemed to be the worst of your injuries. You had a few cuts and scrapes here and there but nothing that required medical attention.

Levi carefully dressed you, pulling your night-shirt over your head and then guiding your legs through your lounge pants. Sticking to his word, he handed you the last remains of your friend’s uniform before making his way over to the fireplace. Sticking a few logs into the heated coals, he pushed the fire to grow, warming up the room even more. Then he moved over to the tea pot, pouting you a cup of tea as well as himself. Levi picked you up, carefully moving you over to the small sofa in front of the fireplace, sitting beside you. He handed you your tea, and the two of you sat in silence.

Later in the night, when you had finally warmed up and began to move a bit more, Levi instructed you to sit between his legs as he tried running a hairbrush through your ratted hair. You appreciated the personal attention, letting your captain do things you could not currently do on your own. His soft hands ran through your hair, trailing the brush as it smoothed out all of the rats and tangles.

It was going to be a rough next few days, weeks, maybe even months for you, but Levi would always be there to pick you up when you could no longer move on your own.

#comfort #x reader #platonic #attack on titan levi #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin levi #levi #levi ackerman x reader comfort #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shigeki no kyojin #aot comfort #snk comfort #loss of loved one #grief comfort

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underthetree845 · 1 year ago

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Armin: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Y/n meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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#Armin x y/n #armin Arlert #cat #f/o imagines #Armin x reader #could be platonic I guess #The cats name is Apollo by the way #armin snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #armin aot #snk #armin fluff #Funny #aot funny #armin x you

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yvette-tal · 2 years ago

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Levi Ackerman + you coming out as ftm

(Platonic)

Levi’s wondering what you had to discuss with him as he watches you nervously pace in front of his desk, patiently waiting for you to say something. Just a few moments ago you seemed so eager and so ready to tell him the (seemingly) big news you had, so what had changed in such a short amount of time?

I’ll be so fr, you were shitting bricks rn. You were feeling so giddy upon finally realizing your identity that you just wanted—you needed to tell someone, and who other than Levi? You (not so secretly) viewed him as an older brother but now that you’ve got him in his office you’re second guessing EVERYTHING

There’s no going back now though. So, you take a deep breath to calm yourself down and turn towards Levi, hoping someone would find a set of stairs to push you down when you find him already calmly looking at you.

“I-I’m uh..I…tr…t….boy…” IS ALL YOU CAN GET OUT LMAOO

Levi is just staring at you with this sorta confused look on his face that he’s trying so hard to hide for your sake cause he can see the sweat forming on your hands and forehead as you start to fan yourself off. He’s trying so hard to put whatever shaped pieces you just gave him together but he’s getting NOTHING

“C-Captain..” You decide to try again, your hands trembling and your voice shaky “I’m…Uhm…” You look up at him finally, your teary eyes meeting his (still) patient ones “I-I’m a boy…”

“Oh ok, thank you for telling me.” To say you were flabbergasted would be an understatement. You were standing there frozen with tears falling from your eyes, making Levi sigh quietly to himself as he looked away, wondering if he’d said the right thing.

“Is there a different name you’d like to be called?” Levi asks after a long moment of you not saying anything. You shakily nod and tell him, a slow smile creeping up on your face at how giddy and warm you feel at the acceptance from Levi. He talks about anything he can think of that’d possibly be important going forward, like where’d you like to sleep now, if you’d slowly start using your correct pronouns and name or not, if you want to tell Erwin or if he should—I dunno

Overall this only made you look up to him more, 10/10 experience

#levi ackerman #Levi x male reader platonic #platonic #ftm reader #male reader #aot #attack on titan levi #coming out #Levi Ackerman x ftm reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months 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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brotheramberland · 1 year ago

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Hello I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with Zuko Levi Kakashi , Gojo with their child that’s like a totally a daddy’s kid(?😭) that wants be like them when they grow up and just looks up to them so much and just mimic the things they do and just follows them+how would they feel about it 🥹🫶

Anime characters as fathers with a child!reader.

Characters include: Zuko, Kakashi Hatake, Levi Ackerman, and Satoru Gojo.

Summary: The character's reaction to their child who looks up to them and aspires to be exactly like them.

Please keep in mind: All character and reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

Notes: For @bellhella. Hi las, I hope you're doing grand. Cute request too, I enjoyed writing it. I added a tiny splash of angst but everything is still pretty fluffy. I try to make each individual drabble unique and different so that viewers can experience a variety of emotions. I hope that's alright. Remember to keep your head up, stay safe and stay awesome!

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Fire Lord Zuko

Ever since you were an infant, you had always clung to him and taken after him, claiming that you wanted to be just like him when you grew up. It was an attitude that Zuko found endearing and it made him beam with pride. After all of his past mistakes, a part of him was against your aspirations, but he wouldn't let his own insecurities get in the way of your dreams.

At a surprisingly young age- barely over your toddler years- you had requested to train. And train you did. Constantly you were trying your hardest to learn new maneuvers, techniques and skills. When you mastered something, you always sought his approval and praise. Zuko was impressed by how well you accepted constructive criticism and fought to grow.

During meetings or speeches, you would always sit back quietly and observe him. Then later Zuko would have to clear out rooms so that you could pretend like you were the fire lord giving hundreds of people a big, inspirational speech. Just like him.

Zuko, to say the least, was extremely proud of how you were growing and exceeding in life. He was just as attached to you as you were to him, and he would do anything to help you grow up to be healthier, happier and safer than he ever got to be during his childhood.

Today you had been training outside. Your father had been teaching you how to spit fire by using the strength of your stomach. Despite how strict and serious he could be, Zuko loved how you displayed your own ways of having fun. You say you want to be just like him, but you were also just so unmistakably 'you' and he loved that.

But today you did something that he didn't quite like.

"Daddy," You turned towards your father on the bench you were sitting on, "Will you... Will you burn my eye? The left one."

And the way your question made Zuko feel on the inside was far more painful than any lightning strike could ever be. He dropped his goblet and froze, unable to believe that you could ask such a thing. You wanted him to 'burn' you? Burn you in such a way similar to how he had been burned?

"Dad?" You asked in light concern.

Zuko shot up, his hair swishing as he went to stand in front of you, "You- don't you dare ask for something like that ever again. Do you hear me?"

Flinching, you gape and stutter in fear at his sudden outburst of anger, "I..." You didn't know what to say, "I-I'm sorry, I... I just wanted to be like you-"

"By wanting me to burn you? That's how you justify yourself right now? Nonsense. I will not tolerate this irrational behavior. If you ever ask me or anyone else to burn you again, then I swear on my life you will regret it, do you understand me?"

You couldn't believe he was so angry. You stiffened up, tears pouring out your eyes.

Zuko nearly shouted, his arms shaking, "I said 'do you understand me'?"

"Yes," You cried, burying your face in your hands, "I'm sorry, ok. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad, daddy, please-uhh... I'm sorry."

Breathing fast, Zuko stared at you and felt a sudden cloud of guilt envelope him, and he frowned in regret. He didn't mean to be so harsh, nor did he want you to cry. He just... He just couldn't stand the thought of you suffering in any of the ways he himself had to.

Calming down, Zuko took in a deep breath and went to kneel in front of you. He reached out, grabbed your hands and gently coaxed them away from your face, "I'm sorry."

Using a spare handkerchief, Zuko gently cleaned your teary eyes and running nose, "I didn't mean to get so angry with you. I was just... You have to understand, (y/n), not all parts of me are honorable, and that includes this mark. My father gave me this mark because he despised me, and... Well... I don't despise you, so even if I did burn you it wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same."

Zuko cupped your face and stroked his thumb over your left cheek, "Please know that I am grateful that we are not the same in this way, and I hope that we never will be."

"I'm sorry..." You croak, still ashamed of yourself, "I didn't know."

"It's okay," Zuko lifted his arms out, "It's okay. I'm not angry."

Standing up, you go to bury yourself into the divine safety of your father's arms, sadness still beating within your heart, "I love you, daddy."

Zuko smiled and hugged you close, "I love you too, (y/n), and I can't wait to see what an excellent fire lord you're going to become one day. Even greater than me."

You whimpered, still upset but lifted by his faith and understanding. You had made a mistake today, but it was okay. You would never do it again. And while you would like to be just like your father in every way that counts, there were some things that could never be the same no matter how similar the situation.

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Levi Ackerman

He woke up to the obnoxious sensation of someone's hand shaking his shoulder, and he groaned grumpily in irritation. "Wake up, daddy," Your ridiculously energetic voice called, "Daddy, come on, it's time to get up."

Levi creaked open his eyes and glared at you, "Hey, wanna know how you can be just like me?"

"How?" You instantly beamed.

"By being tired and going back to sleep," Levi grumbled, grabbing the blankets and yanking them up over his head.

You weren't having any of it though, and you crawled on top of him and began wrestling to get the blanket off. Technically this was how Levi used to have to get you out of bed when you were smaller, but the more you grew the more you wanted to be 'just like him'.

Yay...

By the time you both had playfully wrestled each other out of bed, Levi yawned multiple times while being drug to the bathroom. Darn thing, you were getting good at locating his ticklish spots... In the bathroom, you both brushed your teeth, washed your faces and combed your messy hair.

Although half asleep, Levi still adored how you continously glanced at him to see how he was dressed, what he was doing and how he was doing it. You were always mimicking silly little things he did, exclaiming that you were practicing to be just like him.

Deep down, Levi had nothing but adoration for you. He loved the way you stood to be like him. It made him feel a sense of pride inside that he had such a strong, brave, loyal pipsqueak for a child, and you had no idea how much he loved you.

The only thing Levi disliked about you aspiring to him was how you ranted about joining the Survey Corps and going over the wall to fight titans. Now that... That made his overprotective, paternal instincts scream in disagreement. In no way did he want you going anywhere near the wall. So many people died out there all the time. If he lost you?

Levi wouldn't be able to handle it.

Before breakfast, you got dressed in nearly the exact same outfit as him (courtesy of Hange). "Daddy, can I wear your cape-thingy?" You asked, already wrapped up in his cape.

"Well what do you expect me to wear?" Levi asked, soaking in the endearing display of you all twisted up in his cape.

"I don't know..." You mumble innocently, smiling, "A blanky?"

"Ha... ha... Very funny, squirt," Levi bent down to untangle you from his cape, bopping you on the nose and pinching your cheek, "Why don't I wear this and 'you' go wear the blanket."

"Mmm..." You pouted at him, "But daddy..."

Levi hid a smile and patted your head fondly, "What if I told you that I used to do the same thing when I was your age?"

"Really?" You asked in surprise. If he wore blankets when he was your age, then that meant that you could do the same thing- follow in his footsteps, "Yay!"

"I never said 'yay' though," Levi rolled his eyes, teasing you.

Your arms dropped as you sneered at him, reacting in a manner he would approve of, "Booo..."

"That's more like it," Levi chuckled and went to make some food.

After breakfast, you held your father's hand while walking to the training grounds, a small blanket secured around your neck to thus act like a cape. When you saw the leader of the Survey Corps, you instantly brightened and cheered, "Erwin!"

Erwin looked in your direction and smiled warmly, "Ah, there's my finest cadet."

Levi watched as you sprinted happily up to his leader, his heart skipping beats when Erwin picked you up and lifted you into the air a bit. Your smile and the sound of your laughter was the inspirational fuel that powered his life.

Blindly joining you and his leader, Levi shrugged and gave you a disapproving look, "Just so you know... I've never hugged that imbecile- not once."

Erwin raised a brow, "On the contrary, I remember once when-"

Levi gave him a death glare, "Dont. Even."

You giggled and said joyfully, "Daddys silly. He loves hugs."

"Yes, that is correct," Erwin chuckled and turned briefly to grab something out of the satchel on his horse. "Come, fellow cadet, I brought you something."

"What is it?" You asked.

Levi felt his chest nearly implode at the sight of a miniature cape. The cape itself was plain with no logo, but yet was perfect enough in size that it would fit you for years to come. He watched as Erwin helped replace the blanket you were wearing with it.

Once he was done, you hugged Erwin, thanked him a dozen times, and then ran over to your father, "Daddy, daddy look! I have a cape, an-and it's just like the one you have. Do you like it, daddy? Do I look like you?"

'The spitting image.' Levi smirked and knelt down, "What're you talking about, squirt? You've got way too much energy to be like me."

"Booo," You pouted at him.

Levi laughed and pulled you into a big hug, "It looks good on you, kid. Now, let's get training."

You would be like him one day. Only Levi believed that you would be better.

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Kakashi Hatake

It was night time; five hours after the Chunin Exams were declared over. You were currently hiding in your little tree-bungalow, isolated, quiet and shut-off from the rest of the world. Ever since you lost the exam, you hadn't moved from your hidey-hole nor spoken to anyone.

It broke Kakashi's heart to see you this upset. He knew how hard you had been training to keep up with him, following him in his footsteps and mimicking specific personality traits like his attire and the way he fought. At first it was a habit Kakashi thought was pretty adorable, but as the seriousness of your obsession grew over the years, the more he began to grow concerned.

Kakashi didn't mind you taking after him, but there was a limit. You didn't understand it because you envied him too much, but he saw it. You weren't like him- at least not when it came down to your fighting spirit. See, Kakashi developed a cold heart at a young age. Anger, hatred and determination pushed him to become stronger.

But you weren't cursed with anger, hate and sadness. You weren't a natural born fighter. If anything, Kakashi could see you becoming a strong-willed medic or a superior ginjutsu artist, but definitely not anyone who wants to hurt another person physically. It just wasn't how you were. And Kakashi was grateful for that.

Sighing softly, Kakashi jumped up to the ledge of your tree-bungalow, crouching as he waved, "Hey, dongo."

You didn't say anything from where you laid on the wooden floor. Kakashi frowned at the sight of your multiple bruises and bloody bandages. He really shouldn't have let you take that exam. "Can I come in?"

You nodded.

Kakashi moved a ways in further, finding himself a spot against the wall and leaning against it, "How are you feeling?"

For a few seconds you didn't answer. Kakashi tilted his head in concern when he noticed that you were shaking, the sound of sniffles soon filling the air, "I... I... I'm a failure, daddy."

You looked at him, your mask a mess as you sobbed behind it, "I'm a failure-uh! I-I-I just wanted-uh- t-to be like you..."

"Whoa, hey, it's okay," Kakashi leaned forward, placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed softly, "It's okay, (y/n). You're not a failure."

"Yes I am," You whined, "You passed the Chunin Exams when 'you' were six, b-but I? I... How am I supposed to be like you now, daddy?"

This? This is what broke Kakashi's heart. You getting upset all because you failed to amount to a broken monster like him. "Oh, dongo, come here," Kakashi lifted his arms out.

You still cried as you crawled into your father's lap and leaned against the warmth and safety of his chest. He slipped a finger up and tugged your mask down to your chin thus making it easier to breathe. You whimpered, clinging to him as shame blurred your heart.

"I wanna talk to you about something," Kakashi held you securely while going to wipe your nose with his sleeve, "I understand why you're trying so hard to follow in my footsteps, but I believe that your ambitions are misguided."

"What... What do you mean?" You ask him sadly, confused, "I wanna be like you."

"I know, but perhaps you are trying a little too hard? I mean, you've even gotten to the point you won't eat the food 'you' love anymore all because it's not my preference."

"But... That's how I be like you, daddy," You exclaim.

Kakashi sighed, looking you in your big, teary eyes. He couldn't believe that it had come down to this, but he couldn't hold it in any longer, "(y/n)... I don't want you to be like me. I want you to be like you."

You jerked at that, gaping hurtfully, "What?"

"I know it sounds harsh, but I want you to know that what I'm saying to you right now is in no way meant to hurt you. I just want you to stop pushing yourself so hard to be something you're not. Yes, we are alike in many ways, but we're also different. And those differences are what make us unique- they define who we are and how we grow. And if you continue to grow ignoring all those important things about yourself, pretending to be something you're not, then I fear that you'll never be completely happy. "

You blinked at him, fiddling slowly with your hands and bowing your head, "I..."

Kakashi cupped your face, lifted your chin and wiped away your tears, "You failed the exams today because you weren't ready, (y/n). You're using fighting techniques that don't suit you because they're 'mine'. You haven't even tried to discover your own fighting skills yet. Haven't you ever been curious?"

"But..." More tears began leaking out of your eyes as you looked at him, "I-I love you so much and I... I wanna be just like you-huh."

"(y/n)," Kakashi said lovingly as he pressed your foreheads together, "You can still be just like me by doing the things that make 'you' happy. I'm a great ninja, and you can be one too if you simply try to be more like you instead of me. No matter what, just know that I'll always, always be proud of you and love you till the day my chakra runs out."

You sniffed at him, still upset by your failure but relieved that your father still loved you despite it all. Yes, you wanted to be just like him, but maybe being yourself sometimes too wasn't such a bad thing either.

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Satoru Gojo

When people looked at you, they felt as if they were looking at a miniature Gojo but with a different hair color. You were quite literally the spitting image of your father, and anyone who knew you or Gojo personally would know that you two were practical besties.

Ever since you were born, you magically seemed to take after Gojo- not that it was your fault because Gojo had a really bad habit of dressing you up like him and pretending that you were the world's greatest sorcerer... Besides him, of course. He couldn't help it. You were his little pal and he loved you more than anything.

As you grew, you pretty much wore identical outfits to that of your father. You had even acquired a pair of reflective sunglasses that you wore almost ninety-percent of the time. But outfits weren't the only areas where you excelled in being like him.

Gojo, even as a parent, wasn't afraid to push people to their limits, especially when they genuinely wanted to become stronger. Ever since your powers developed, he had trained you constantly in order to help you learn and grow. You were exceptional like him, and he knew that there was no time to waste.

Your father pretty much took you everywhere and that even included trips on his most dangerous missions. He would carry you on his hip or back while you watched and listened to him explain how to observe and take down enemies. Later he would quiz you, tossing toys or pieces of candy at you in reward.

Some say that Gojo wasn't so much a father to you as he was a best friend. Especially on days when he didn't have to work or train. He happily expressed his childish side, playing games with you, playing dress-up, going to carnivals, riding on miniature scooters, cooking or coloring pictures. He did it all. It was almost as if he loved being like you as much as you loved being like him.

Every time you expressed your admiration and love for him, Gojo's ego was stroked and his confidence boosted. Of course you wanted to be like him. Why wouldn't you? Narcissistic nature aside, Gojo had to admit that there was a sense of self-worth that he felt deep inside at the fact that you loved him and took after him so strongly. It made him happy. He was always proud of you.

And today he was even more proud of you.

You had just successfully made your very first domain expansion- it was rough, unstable and destructive, and it only lasted a few tiny seconds, but it was still a success. A success... That nearly destroyed the house.

Fushiguro, his cereal now all over the floor in ruins, sat in his chair with a frustrated glare on his face, "What kind of monster have you created?"

Gojo was practically dancing like a feather in the wind, singing excitedly, "One that can make domains at (age) years old."

"Oh brother..." Fushiguro rolled his eyes, gesturing to your unconscious body, "Shouldn't you be helping them?"

"Eh?" Gojo blinked ignorantly, concern flooding his body at the sight of you laying unresponsive on the floor, "Aw, we can't be having any of that now, can we?"

Teleporting over to your body, Gojo scooped you up and took you to the medical bay. It was soon confirmed that the force of your actions had merely knocked you out and given you a bloody nose. With a good lecturing from Nanami about "being a better parent", Gojo carried you back home with an endless grin on his face.

"Daddy?" You groaned in his arms.

Gojo gave you no time to talk as he leaned down and nuzzled your cheek, singing again, "Oh my incredible, amazing, talented, devilishly striking, little sorcerer, I'm so proud of you. You did your first domain expansion. Ohhh, I could cry I'm so happy."

Albeit exhausted, you still grinned in his arms and nuzzled his cheek back. It was always a good feeling to witness your father this excited after one of your successes went through. Still though, that move had taken a lot out of you. "Sleepy."

"I bet," Gojo chuckled, maneuvering you to his hip so that he could properly make his way through the mild debris of the house, "You've rightfully earned yourself a nice bath, a delicious meal, and a warm bed."

"With the heated blanky?" You softly croak.

Gojo stuck his thumb up, "Especially with the heated blanky. You've earned it."

"Thank you, daddy," You whimpered, hugging him and pressing the side of your face against his chest. His heartbeat was fast but comforting, his figure safe, warm and protective. You were so happy that you had managed to pull off such an advanced technique.

Prepping you a bath, Gojo let you wash while he was forced to clean up your mess by the ever fussy Fushiguro- aka: the real adult of the house. After you were both done, he fed you something that would soothe your tummy, and then carried you to bed.

Wrapping you up in your heated blanket, Gojo knelt down and caressed your head, "Good job today, my little jujutsu sorcerer. You really made daddy proud."

You whimpered happily and mumbled, "I hope I can do better. I wanna be just like you one of these days."

Gojo smiled, all the love he felt for you fueling his desire to keep moving forward in this cruel world, "You already are, (y/n)... You already are."

#attack on titan #avatar the last airbender #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #zuko x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #levi ackerman x reader #gojo saturo x reader #child!reader #Platonic love only #no romantic relationships #father drabbles #fluff #comfort

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crisalidaseason · 2 years ago

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Short story featuring Armin and Mikasa talking about Armin's recent relationship and some other painful topics.

Content warning: angst, arumika being cute besties, Armin loves Mika so much (platonic), Armin x gn!reader, reader is implied to be a foreigner, story set during timeskip before S4, mentioned distant Eren, Eren/Mika/Armin friendship is strained, mentions of stealing from Levi. I think that's all.

"This is cruel, don't you think?" Mikasa whispered.

Armin didn't reply, pretending to write down something important. He usually enjoyed her company whenever he was doing paperwork for Hange or his own interests, while she had moments of peace from Eren's growing apathy. It was a silent agreement between them, never leaving the other alone.

But tonight she was too much.

"Please, Mika, not this, not now"

She did as he asked, but Armin knew the matter wasn't nearly settled. He stopped scribbling, putting the pen down and relaxing into the chair.

"It was one of the first things we discussed when this relationship started" he caved in.

He knew Mikasa would advocate for them, and he was grateful for that. They were so new to this titan-shifter world, so new to Paradise in itself. Armin told his lover multiple times that he had a short life ahead, but they still wanted him.

"Still, it's gonna hurt them the same when you...you know" she said, hugging her knees.

"When I die?" He said back "I know, and I feel horrible about it. Knowing I'm gonna leave them eventually"

"Again, isn't it cruel? To indulge this relationship just to break them in the end?"

"Just as cruel as being your friend for all those years and also leaving you in the end" he replied.

"it's not the same-"

"It is!" Armin stood up "I have limited time not only for them, but also for you and everyone else"

He sighed, feeling the familiar sting of the tears. He thought the crying over his short second life was over at this point, but it still caught from time to time. He was good at pretending that his 13 year limit wasn't an issue, but he mourned every single day.

"I know that not engaging with them would be better, that distancing myself from everyone will supposedly hurt less, but I want to be selfish"

He sat next to her, on the edge of his bed. She was still hugging her knees, face partially hidden by that stupid red scarf.

"He might think it's better to abandon us all, but I don't. I want to experience the frights of a relationship, to live my remaining years with all of you. I want to be a lover, a friend and a comrade for as long as I can"

She remained silent, still not looking at him. Slowly she put her legs down and turned to face Armin, taking one of his hands on both of hers.

"I'm sorry" she said "I don't want you to stay away from anyone, not even for a second. I was worried about them, that's all"

"I know, don't be sorry. It's good to know they have someone to trust when I'm gone" he smiled at her.

"I'll take care of them, I promise" she said, holding his hand tightly.

"I know you will, and I know they will care for you as well"

He embraced Mikasa softly and she returned it with a contrasting delicacy to her strength. When they separated, Armin stood and offered his hand to her.

"Come on, I'll make you some tea" he said.

"Only if you steal from the Captain's supply"

"Stolen black tea it is then"

#armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #armin x reader #armin x you #mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #mikasa x armin #arumika #arumika for life #as platonic soulmates #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #armin #aot fanfic

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mirrorsblogs · 1 year 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

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