#rivaille x mikasa

[byhimawari]

“Chamomile”

(a RivaMika drabble)

“Captain?”

Really, fate could be so cruel. And he only calls it fate because given how comedically instantaneous this all happened – ‘this all’ being that he, her damn superior, was caught red handed pathetically slipping an envelope of his proclaimed feelings under her door like some lovesick teenager – it’s as though it was simply meant to be. Add in the fact that since that cursed letter is already in her room, he can’t take back the evidence of his humiliation.

But ever the stubborn type refusing to accept he’s embarrassed — because Captain Levi never gets embarrassed; no, not him — he plays it cool.

“Ackerman.”

“What are you doing here?” She asks, her tone a bit more surprised than curious, much to his relief.

“Hall monitoring,” his sarcasm a mask to hide any hint of suspicion, “What are you even doing out at the halls right now? It’s past curfew, you’re supposed to be in bed —“

“What did you just slide under my door?”

And like a fleeting bubble, the relief is gone. Of course it is. It’s Mikasa. Nothing ever comes easy with her, especially not the predicaments he puts himself in.

It’s when she raises a dubious brow that Levi knows he’s lost, that no matter what direction this conversation goes, Mikasa is inevitably going to see the envelope and read it. He obviously can’t take or ask for it back — because if he’s going to lose the whole battle, may he at least keep some dignity — so facing the music is his final card.

Though his mask stoic, he chooses to speak with honesty.

“A letter.”

“A letter?”

“Yes,” his heart races and it beats at his ear drums, but his voice is firm with resolve, “Read it thoroughly. Good night.”

“But — “

“I said good night, Ackerman.”

He feels her gaze on his back as he walks away, and when he turns the corner that, hears her door shut, the click of her lock an echo. By the time he reaches his quarters, she’s sure to have finished reading the letter. Levi tries to block off any possible reaction she may have, not wanting the picture the best in case it comes to the worse.

But still her smile creeps in.

Levi closes his door and approaches his desk, needing to keep himself productive before he’s consumed by the image of Mikasa finishing his letter with what he hopes is the same smile that keeps fighting to stay in his mind.

But on his desk is something that wasn’t there when he left. A small box. Inside the box are transparent mesh tea bags, a blend of tea leaves carefully sealed in each, its aroma herbaceous and floral. But it is what’s under the box that captures his eye: a folded paper. He unfolds it. It’s a letter.

—

Dear Captain,

I promise this is not a prank.

In fact, this is very hard for me to say, which I guess is why I’m writing to you in a letter.

I’m starting to fall in love with you. Actually, I think I already am. I miss you when you’re gone and I’m happy when you’re around, even if you’re grumpy and annoying. You make me feel complete, a feeling I believed no longer existed for me.

I know you’re my captain and that I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. I really don’t know when this happened. Or how. Or even why my heart chooses you despite it all. All I know is in this world of chaos, you are my calm.

And I hope when we next see each other, you’ll let me be yours.

Sincerely,

Mikasa

P.S. Chamomile is good for sleep.

—

He reads it, again and again. He even folds and unfolds the letter just to see if the words remained the same, if what he read is real.

Chamomile tea is good for sleep. Levi looks back at the box of teabags, each beautifully and intentionally handcrafted with care, with him and his poor sleeping habits in mind. Him in her mind.

Just how often does she look at him?

While his insomniac nature is no mystery to anyone in the Scouts, there’s this warmth in her gesture, this thoughtfulness that makes the act feel more than a result of mere observation. And as much as he’d hate to admit, he can’t deny the pull in his heart at the fact that this is the same stubborn brat who picks fights with him like a hobby – endearingly-so now to some degree, enough for him to write a damn confessional – that cares enough to individually tie bags of dried and diced chamomile leaves to help his with his sleep, gifted together with a letter of love…

A heartbeat thuds in his ear and his throat. His breath hitches softly as he looks back at the letter, entranced by Mikasa’s words that quite literally tell him she loves him, the tea a symbol of it. And if she read his letter, which he’s absolutely certain she did, she now knows that he does too.

And that realization alone is enough to tug at the corner of his lips, a rare smile that he’s not trying to hide for once, a smile reserved only for her. Levi’s never felt so elated. They’re in love with each other, now without any doubt, and it feels like a damn victory.

He has to see her.

But first…

—

Mikasa looks at the envelope in her hands, her name neatly scripted on the front with his distinctive handwriting. She doesn’t know what’s more incredible: that her captain just slipped a letter under her door or the fact that she literally returned from doing the very same. Albeit, she left hers by sneaking into his office to place it on his desk while knowing he’s out on night watch. Fortunately, she didn’t get caught.

And the only reason she didn’t get caught was because Levi, unbeknownst to her, was at her door.

Her heart races nervously as she rips open the envelope, pulling out the neatly folded paper.

—

Mikasa,

As I write this letter, I’m inconvenienced with emotions that words often struggle to convey. It’s not always easy to articulate what’s in my heart, but I feel it is essential to share these thoughts with you.

You’re a gloomy brat. Through and through. But it’s the way you carry yourself with grace and integrity, even in the face of challenges that made me fall for you in more ways than one.

And in this cruel life where tomorrow is not promised, I don’t want to live nor die with the regret that I’ve never told you that I love you.

Thank you for being who you are — stubborn, gloomy, and endlessly captivating.

Yours, regardless of not if you’ll have me.

Levi

—

The entirety of his letter was nearly overlooked with that pretentious closure of his, almost scoffing at his audacity. Of course he’d never miss the opportunity to make it clear that everything will always be his way.

Yet, it’s that very audacity that warms her cheeks and curves her lips, the kind that unleashes the butterfly-like flutters in her chest and tells her that this is the ‘calm’ she sought for from him all this time.

Her words and his, both hand delivered, a request…

In this world of chaos, you are my calm. And I hope when we next see each other, you’ll let me be yours.

… and an answer.

Yours, regardless or not if you’ll have me.

—

The smile on her face grows, her eyes softening into admiration and something like relief. His answer had already been ready for her, long before she dropped off hers.

He loves her. He *loves* her. A profound emotion overwhelms her, like that of a lost hope reincarnating into something that tells her she’s actually worth loving. And as she reads over the letter once more, the warmth in her heart and the glisten in her eyes reassure her that she is.

There’s a knock on her door, startling her out of her trance. Figuring it must be important for someone to see her at this hour, she quickly settles the letter down on her desk. She makes her way to her door and opens it…just to see the very man who, per his words, is already hers.

“I figured you’d still be awake.”

She still feels the heat in her cheeks from his letter, and now standing face to face with him knowing exactly how he feels about her, and him knowing exactly how she feels about him, she can’t help but feel bashful.

“Did you need something, Captain?”

He answers with movement, holding out a cup of tea to her, one that she didn’t even realize he was holding this whole time, the steam filling the space between them with its soothing and familiar aroma. Very familiar.

Chamomile.

Chamomile.

Mikasa’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as she gazes at the cup, realizing what it really is.

“Is that–”

“For you? Yes,” he answers simply, though his expression is softer than she’s ever seen it.

He extends the cup to her and she holds it with both hands, gazing down at it with the same confusion but surprise. It hits her then, the actual answer she was seeking, seeing now with certainty that this is indeed from the tea bags she made for him. And by realizing this, it’s clear he did see her gift…and her letter.

“Chamomile is good for sleep.”

A soft hitch of her breath escapes her. Verbatim are those words from her confession, a question written in a form of a sentence in which he alas answered. His voice is quiet but the words are loud, chiming in with this expression on his face, softer than she’s ever seen it, that tells her she got what she wanted.

But did she really? Is he really accepting her love for him? He’s beating around the bush here, his words so far all suggestive but not definite. But then, as though he just read her mind – something he’s frustratingly quite good at – he leans in, distracting her from all her unsureness.

“Yours,” he whispers tenderly, leaving no room for doubt, followed by a fleeting touch of his lips on her cheek, chaste and light as a feather, yet heavy on the promise that he was, is, and will always be, hers.

Just like he wrote.

“Now go to bed, brat, before I write you up for breaking curfew,” he says sternly as he pulls away, but there’s no bite to his tone, the familiarity of their banter turn love language making it all the more comfortable between them. .

Mikasa can’t help but respond in turn, a small smile on her face, “Not for sneaking into your office?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a short scoff, and like a warm blanket draped around her, he then gives a soft smile of his own, a rarity in itself, “Good night, Mikasa.”

With that, he leaves her be, and she retreats back into her room, sitting down on bed with the cup still warm in her hands. It’s when she takes a small sip that at last unveils the big smile on her face that she can no longer mask. And with every giddy sip she takes, each flowing through her system like a rush, she realizes that perhaps chamomile isn’t so good for sleep after all.

[artpizhma]

❤️‍🩹

[arminsfavoritepookie]

SOLITUDE by @arminsfavoritepookie

Pairing: MIKASA X FEM READER

(modern au pt.1). pt2 | I’ll post pt.3 if anyone requests it

Synopsis: In which you engage in a illicit forbidden relationship with your boyfriend’s best friend

Contains: Cheating, WLW smut, toxic relationships, cursing, smoking, alcoholism, forced proximity, jealously, public sex, secret relationship, choking, sexual tension, idk gay shit, etc Plot is nonexistent it's just smut...

Mikasa reached for her ancient, sputtering lighter and held it to the end of her cigarette. The flame flared up and illuminated her relaxed pose - her legs spread wide, her eyes hooded with some unidentifiable emotion.  Smoke quickly pervaded the room as she took a deep drag, and a sense of anticipation spread throughout. There was something powerful in the way she inhaled and exhaled, and it held you captive, watching her as you felt an unfamiliar feeling swell up in your chest. 

The tobacco aroma wafted across the room, enveloping you in an embrace of a million sensations that were as mystifying as they were magnetic. There was a certain peace in the moment and you couldn't help but to admire her enigmatic presence as you tried to puzzle out her silent and emotion-filled expression.

Mikasa kept smiling, no hint of her true emotions peeking through her relaxed facade. You found it almost infuriating how nonchalant she was about the whole situation, yet you couldn't bring yourself to get angry. A heavy, uneasy silence fell between the two of you, and all you wanted was for the moment to pass quickly. Why was she here, you wondered. Your boyfriend was, unfortunately, not present, yet Mikasa had shown no sign of surprise.

And you, with your gracious and hospitable attitude, had extended an offer of refreshments, regretting the invitation even before it had left your lips. All you wanted to do was escape the oppressive atmosphere that had developed, but all you could do was sit there, waiting for some kind of cue to give you an excuse to leave.

You shifted restlessly on the couch, your fingertips almost itchy with the urge to reach out to her. An unknown unease brewed within your being, it could have been from the anticipation that had filled your being since the start or it might have been the massaging of your own thighs in an effort to draw her attention to you. As the charged atmosphere hung between the two of you, an immense desire to make your feelings known took over, enveloping you completely. Just being in her vicinity had caused a flurry of intense emotions to arise within you

❝How you been, pretty?❞ she whispered, her arm stretched out along the couch and her lavender scent filled the room. Her gaze directed at the television, yet you could tell that she was entirely focused on you.

You lifted your head up from the depth of its hibernation, responding to her faint plea for acknowledgment. You hesitated before delivering your words, contemplating every possible answer you could conjure up within your soul.

"I'm doing alright, just feeling a bit exhausted," you said. She gave you a subtle nod, yet her eyes betrayed her discontentment. Your words hung in the air, and you could feel the tension building. You knew she wasn't pleased with your answer and it left you feeling very uneasy. A weary smile grazed across your face as the minutes dragged.

As you forced your gaze to the ceiling, a red hue passed through the otherwise gray fog from the burning tip of the cigarette. Even with your lungs slowly dying, the overpowering fragrance of the smoke seemed like a powerful reminder of her presence in the room. Her smoky tendrils danced across the floor like a spell was being woven and captivated your senses. You turned to Mikasa, coughing and found yourself momentarily transfixed.

Her formfitting clothes revealed the well-toned muscles beneath her shirt as she smoothly exhaled her smoke with every movement. A playful glimmer lit up her eyes as she cocked an eyebrow, clearly aware of the effects she had on you. Her grin widened and she carelessly flicked the remaining embers of her cigarette into the tray. You sighed in response, wishing you could focus on anything but her. Yet you couldn't look away from the enchanting figure as the smoke engulfed the room, capturing you both within it.

Mikasa's sensual laugh reverberated around the room, sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine and making you feel flushed with embarrassment. Despite trying to ignore it, you could still feel her piercing gaze upon you, knowing that smirk was never too far away.  "Fuck, pretty, I'm sorry, I should have asked if it was okay to smoke in here," Mikasa said in a voice that was both sweet and dangerous. "Forgive me?"

Your heart raced against your chest, as you locked eyes with Mikasa. She had come closer to you, and your body tensed as her thigh pressed against yours. Taking a deep breath, you said with a feigned confidence,

"I'm not a baby Mikasa, I've smoked plenty of times". To emphasize your point, you let out a raspy cough.  Mikasa seemed amused by your attempts to impress her and gave you a mischievous smirk. "Don't be afraid to tell me the truth, pretty, there's nobody here except you and me." Her words had a playfulness in them that made you feel annoyed—her dark eyes sparkled as she held your gaze

And to everyone else, that statement of hers could've come off as polite and conversational, like she was just a good friend of Armin's. But you knew the truth - she was up to no good. It was her trademark move - unannounced visits, overly intimate touches and gestures, endearments like 'pretty,' when she had no right to say them. Knowing how you reacted to words like that. And she kept at it despite the fact that Armin was in a relationship with you - and she was his best friend.

Your sweet boyfriend whom is completely oblivious to her flirting, blissfully unaware of the simmering desire that swells in every exchange of looks and touch.

���What are you thinking now?❞ You saw the smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, almost as if she had read your mind, and that is what sends shivers down your spine: her power to guess what is going on inside of you, tease you, ask you what you are feeling when she probably knows already. She was merely unabashedly flirting with you.

Deep down, a dark and twisted side of you enjoyed the situation, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell her off and simply kept your gaze fixed ahead and pretended to be entertained by her flirting and touches. You lacked courage, and she was all too aware of it. "Are you just going to ignore me, pretty?" Mikasa came closer, placing her hand on your thigh, sending a wave of alarm, nervousness, and excitement through your body as the boundaries slowly faded away.

❝Come on, tell me what's going through your mind,❞ she said, her breath caressing your skin. Her hands gently moved dangerously near your clit,  sending jolts of electricity to your heat. You let out a desperate sigh, a need so strong that you could barely control it. In the midst of your desire, you surprisingly asked if she had any more cigarettes left. She stared at you in shock before slowly retrieving another cigarette and lighter from her pocket, her lips quirked in amusement.

❝Shall we do a shotgun since you seem so eager?❞ A knowing smirk painted her face and the air around them suddenly seemed to crackle with something new, something captivating, something electrifying. You felt a flicker of unease; you had stepped into unknown territory.

❝Don't be scared, my love, it's only a lil smoke, I promise just inhale for me,❞ she cooed as she raised the cigarette to her lips again, her eyes glimmering in the darkness. You nervously took up the lighter and flipped it open, holding the flame to the end of the cigarette. Your heart raced and you looked up, meeting her gaze in the momentary burst of light.

She inhaled deeply from the cigarette, holding the smoke in her mouth while her palm was placed on your face. A cool sensation swept through you as she exhaled the smoke through your lips, their softness just barely touching each other as if a silent game was being played between you, and a fight ensued to see who would surrender first. Mikasa flicked her tongue across your lower lip, which resulted in a quiet moan erupting from you. Her heavy eyes locked with yours, an amused expression gracing her features.

"God, baby you really are filthy you know that?." White streams of smoke lingered in the air while she pulled back and studied you. The feel of her mouth pressed against yours stirred up a frenzy of feelings inside you. Every inch of your body was enveloped in sensations that can only be described as chaotic and blissful all at once.

As you gazed upon her with your heart ablaze with desire, she inhaled the last bit of the cigarette with her eyes closed, the hint of a smirk spread across her lips and her head tilted back against the sofa. The smoky air was heavy, almost palpable.

And then—Suddenly, you heard your cellphone ringing.

[tulip22-things]

A fanfic one-shot for Levi Ackerman and Mikasa Ackerman.

[selkiemoonofficial]

Kind of a random Eremika-centered one, but I thought I'd continue the post-war one I did here

[levi4mikasa]

Credit: Rivamikaart @ Twitter.

[chantalvonrosen]

[byhimawari]

A whole masterpiece! Thank you for putting in so much effort to create this beautiful animation for us rivamika fans to swoon over 🥺 we love you so much!! ❤️❤️❤️

All I Wanted Was You.

thanks to @byhimawari and @cryinginthebackseat for nudging me to making this animation. <3

[sorthern]

someone: a miraculous x attack on titan au?!

Me: yes. An alternative universe of a universe where every character has a counterpart in a franchise/anime. But because of this, Levi's ending was corrupted by an unknown entity which had origins from multiple places. It was (???)'s orders to finally restore his timeline. The 9 titans exist in the same timeline of miraculous ladybug, but they are actually super powers individually implented to trusted holders. The counterpart of Levi in the miraculous, rivaille, currently holds the two miraculouses that are equally strong as the ladybug and cat noir miraculous, especially designed for the "Ackerman bloodline". (Mikasa is the second holder because she is his younger sister in this timeline). The attack on titan story was a mere fairytale to those in Paris, but seems like Eren Yeager's spirit has been reawakened by all the miraculouses. After all, history repeats itself.

[lucymeyer5]

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[byhimawari]

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Mikasa likes to frequently visit her captain’s quarters for stress relief 😉

[artpizhma]

Levi and Mikasa sketch 💞

[gilly-bj]

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[sophia-on-ice]

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[amp-archive]

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[indymbras]

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