#snk romance

[stanurines1mp]

Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞���𝙩 ← 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Smith?" Armin repeated the girl's last name. 

Just before the girl could say anything more, Eren and another girl came toward Armin. The girl had dark black hair, sharp eyes, and a red scarf wrapping around her neck. 

"Who's this?" Eren asked Armin, looking from the blond to the brunette. 

"Erika Smith," she smiled, holding out a hand for her to shake. 

"I'm Eren Yeager," he replied, taking her hand in a firm shake. 

When the brunette turned to the dark-haired girl, the latter introduced herself. "Mikasa Ackerman," she softly said. 

"Are you all from Shiganshina?" Erika asked politely, not wanting to bring up any bitter memories. 

"Oh, yeah," Eren replied nonchalantly. "But it's fine. You don't have to walk on eggshells around us," he sighed casually, shrugging his shoulders. 

"I really wasn't going to," Erika shook her head as her lips thinned in a purse. 

"Wait a minute! You can't be..." Armin suddenly spoke up, eyes wide in shock. "Are you really..." 

"What ?" Erika questioned with confusion displayed on her face. 

"Erika... Smith... Are you, Commander Erwin Smith's sister?" 

"Oh," she laughed softly as she shook her head. "I'm too young to be his sister. I'm his younger cousin," she explained, still chuckling. 

"No way! That's so cool!" Eren exclaimed excitedly. "So you're probably already good with ODM and all!" 

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" She scoffed sweetly. "But my cousin wouldn't let me near any of his gear. So during our first ODM training tomorrow... It'll probably go shit for me," the girl shrugged as she laughed. 

Erika's words contradicted the action she displayed during training. Her body had floated gracefully with the gear, much to Eren's annoyance. Because his performance was almost the worst out of many others. Much too different than Erika and Mikasa's actions. 

He had fallen to the ground countless times, earning snickers from the crowd. Specifically, Jean and Connie. But truthfully, Erika too had snickered silently. Unlike Jean, she didn't mean it mockingly but just found Eren's mishap a little entertaining. 

What wasn't entertaining though was his constant complaints after the training ended. He was sitting across from Mikasa who was sitting next to Erika in the dining hall. Armin was sitting on the bench next to Eren and across from the brown-haired girl. Eren was hissing at the pain he felt, having an ice pack compressing the bruises. 

"Eren, can you shut the fuck up, I swear to God," Erika rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm trying to fucking read," she added, turning the page aggressively to prove a point. 

"Who even asked you to be here?" He retorted. 

"You literally did?" She quizzically looked at him before rolling her eyes once more at his stupidity. 

"What book are you reading?" Armin politely asked, trying to cease the tension. 

"Not sure. I just took it from my cousin's shelf," Erika shrugged, showing Armin the cover of the book. 

"Woah, that's Commander Erwin's book? So cool," Eren admired dumbly. 

"Are you in love with my cousin or something?" Erika frowned, raising her brows as she did so. "If you are, I can write him a letter telling him that he has a suitor," she giggled. "In this economy, he barely has time to meet anyone, you know?" She laughed even more watching Eren's display of annoyance. 

"Haha very funny," he sarcastically replied, making the brunette giggle. "By the way, thanks for lying to me, Erika," he added bitterly. 

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" She hummed, looking up from the book to Eren. 

"You said you had never used ODM before. How the hell were you so good at it, then?" He scoffed jealously. 

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Guess it just runs in the family." 

"Wow, that's so helpful," he sassed. 

"You asked!" She replied, putting her arms in the air as if accused. "Plus, I wasn't the only newbie who passed," she added, looking at Armin and Mikasa. 

"How did you guys do it but I couldn't?" He pouted, earning a saddened look from Armin. 

"Eren, maybe you're just trying too hard. Just try to let go of all your weight or something. Maybe fucking relax for once," she let out. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to read-"

"How am I ever going to be a Scout in this state?" He groaned, the ice pack discarded on the table as his hands held his face. 

Upon hearing his words, Erika placed her book on the table and looked at Eren with piqued interest. "Eren, can I ask you something?" She asked, head slightly tilted. 

"Yeah?" His voice was muffled but he looked up at her. 

"Do you have a death wish?" Her question shocked everyone there. When Eren didn't reply, Erika continued, "The Scouts have the highest death rate. I personally know that just in one mission, more than half of the Scouts die each time." 

"Let me guess, you want to be a Military Police? Live comfortably on the inside?" Eren crossed his arms, slowly leaning back straight, eyes intimidating the brunette. 

"Absolutely not," she scoffed with a slight smirk. "I'm joining my cousin as a Scout."

"Do you have a death wish, then?" He retorted. 

"Maybe," she hummed plainly. "I guess we're the same in that sense." 

Erika went back to her book, noticing Eren's slight grin as she leaned forward. After a while, she excused herself, asking if anyone wanted to join her but only Armin accepted her request. 

Leaving the other two in the hall, Erika and Armin walked towards the door. He held it open, allowing the girl to walk out first. She mumbled a low thanks to him, sending him a small smile.

"Can I ask you something?" Armin broke the silence as the duo walked towards the dormitories. 

"Sure," she shrugged casually. 

"Why do you want to join the Scouts even though you knew about the risks?" 

His question only made the girl smile as she looked into his bright blue eyes. "I wanna protect my family," she answered. 

"Oh," he nodded. "Your parents?"

"Nah, they died when I was younger. It's just me and Erwin," she explained. "He's protected me for a long time. I wanna do the same for him." 

"That's kind of you," he smiled. 

"What about you, Armin?" She returned the inquiry. 

"H-Huh?" 

"What? You think I didn't notice how you reacted when I asked Eren if he had a death wish?" She giggled softly, seeing Armin's shocked expression. "I saw you, too." 

"R-Right," he dimly said. "I want to explore the outside world," he said. "I read about it when I was a child-"

"You've read books about the outside world?" Erika gasped. "Aren't those illegal?" 

"Y-Yes," he stuttered shamefully. 

"Armin Arlert, I never expected you to do such a thing," she teased before laughing. "So your reason for risking your life is just so you can see the outside world?" 

"Yes," he said, eyes lowering to the ground. "I know it's stupid-"

"Huh? I never said that," she frowned, cutting his words. "I don't think that at all." 

"Really?" He looked up, blue eyes widening with joy and relief. 

"Yeah," she chuckled. "You remind me of my cousin in that sense. He wants to see what's on the other side of the Walls, too." 

"Oh," he nodded slowly. 

"Well, I'm here," she suddenly let out, pointing to the cabin that she was staying in. "Thanks for walking me back, Armin. I really like talking to you," she smiled widely, eyes twinkling under the moonlight. "We should talk more," she nodded. "I'm tired of talking to Eren and listening to his whining. Not sure how you survived your entire life with him," she laughed, causing Armin to break a smile. 

"See you tomorrow, Erika," he waved sweetly before walking back to his cabin. 

[susanoois]

and the most romantic line of aot

[jillsandwhichs]

What We Gain/Book 1/Levi x Reader, Chapter 1, Trost

Masterlist

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Summary: One moment, you and the Levi squad are out on a mission and then the next, you are all fighting in Trost to protect not only the Cadet Corp, but the citizens too

WC: 2.1k

Rating: Mature/Gore/Eventual smut

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That all too familiar fierce look overcame your face. It's your battle stare. All that remains on your mind is 'kill or be killed' and you'd rather commit to the first option. All that matters in moments like these is yourself and the safety of others - and of course-killing these bastards called Titans. You can't wait to slice the napes of these bad boys.

Not even ten minutes ago, you and the Levi squad were out on a mission alongside captain Erwin and commander Hange among others, it was just a simple wall sweep and now, you must defend Trost. That damn Colossal Titan made an appearance again from what you've overheard and it's a sickening thing to hear. You figured that since five years have passed, the fucker would've died or disappeared. Of course you just had to be wrong.

Getting off of your horse-her name is Vera - you and the others left them behind near the East side of Wall Rose, just a bit from Trost. The last thing you all need is for your horses to be injured in some way. Levi set his horse beside yours, Oluo left his by Levi's and so on. It's just the five of you on this mission, amongst others such as Hange's squad which is a lower ranked squad beneath Levi's. His has always had the highest appraisal.

Hange got off of her horse and walked over to you while gazing at the bright blue sky and all of the rundown yet stable (most) buildings of the outer parts of Trost. "Ready for this? Been a minute, hm?" Hange asked you in her regular high pitched voice. You chuckled, "I'm ready. Always ready for the action." You responded, checking on your blades & ODM gear. It needs to constantly be in commission. If it isn't, you're done for.

Levi glared at both you and Hange before making a growl to himself. "Do you two want to die? Move it." Were his words before he suddenly flew up into the sky. At least his gear is working. You nodded to yourself and looked at Hange. "Be safe." You muttered to her in a low voice. "I always am, don't wo-" She stopped speaking as you suddenly took off after Levi, Petra by your side.

You felt the cool breeze blow against your face and body. It made you shiver. It wasn't just due to the cold, but your nerves as well. You may be a scout, yes, but you can't deny that your adrenaline is always pumping and you can have your nervous moments. But working for Levi, you better hide it and hide it well. He doesn't like slackers. You've had your fair share of his lectures and he doesn't let you off easy. He's only let you off easy once-you had your fair share of luck that day.

Each of you came in from different angles as you landed on a roughened up brown roof. You were sure it belonged to a random shop in town. Officially, this is the center of Trost.

Petra said something to Levi but you couldn't quite make it out. All you heard from him was orders for you to follow. "You go opposite of me, so left. Take out any titans you see, got it?" "Yes!" You replied in a loud tone before boosting yourself off of the roof. You saw Levi immediately going in for some kills. He doesn't mess around.

On your left, you only saw one titan. It was short with brown hair. It was an ugly motherfucker, you could hardly bear to stare at the thing. This is what you've trained for; Killing these little shits. You find joy in it, actually. Let's you blow off steam and release all of your lividness that buries deep within you. You're still very careful. One wrong move and you're dead. A Titan could chomp you up in seconds and you wouldn't even be able to comprehend that you've been eaten.

You connected your ODM gear to the Titan before swooping down and slicing its nape. You did it twice for good measure. The Titan fell to its knees. One down, most likely more to go.

In your peripheral view, you saw Eld and Oulo taking out a few bigger Titans. They are doing the dirty work. Levi only had two to handle. You couldn't see anymore from the left.

You looked around from all angles. Damn, did the cadet corps really handle most of the Titans? You hope some of these talented kiddos choose the scout regiment. It'll benefit both parties. You remember when you were just a teenager, living it high and free in the cadet corps. You didn't even know how fucking easy you had it. These kids won't realize it unless they join the scouts. The MP's and Garrisons have it easy as hell compared to what you and the others endure daily.

Retreating to a nearby rooftop, what caught your attention was saddening. The sight was Levi & Petra along with a fallen soldier. He seemed to be taking his last breaths. Levi was holding his hands and giving him what seemed to be a pep talk. You sighed deeply. It's never nice to see this happen. So often casualties happen and there's nothing you can do. Luckily the success rate of people living has increased. That's a sign, right?

You then saw Commander Erwin show up on his white horse. You had wondered where he had gone off too. Numerous of the right hand men were with him as well. You studied Levi's face and could tell it was one of displeasure. Erwin must've said something that irked him. You used your ODM gear to fly down by Petra and Levi. They didn't really acknowledge you and were too embedded by Erwin's words.

You listened in as well.

-

The sky has a darker tint now. The moon will eventually make its way opposite of where the sun once was. The sun is slowly beginning to set. There's still daylight out and that makes it easier to see and work. You've received intell about a young boy-Eren Yeager. It's all kind of a blur but from what you've been able to gather, he's a Titan! This made your blood boil. He must be eradicated immediately.

When you brought up ending the kid's life, Commander Erwin was quick to shut your statement down. "According to our Commander, we must keep the boy alive." That made you confused. Very puzzled. Why are we trying to keep a Titan alive? Levi had the same reaction.

Now, just you and Levi are heading towards your horses.

"Why are we keeping a Titan alive?" Levi grumbled to himself. You looked over at him and sighed. "Beats me." You scoffed. "You'd think Erwin would be with us." "You should know better. He has to do anything Pyxis wants him to do and plus, he just will." You nodded. "Yes. You're right." He isn't wrong. Erwin and Pyxis go way back.

You watched as Levi hoisted himself onto his horse and was clearly ready for action. "Where are you off to?" "To help the Garrison regiment, and to see what all of the fuss is about. How about you rendezvous with the rest of the others? I'll see you later." He said softly. "Okay. See you then." You waved goodbye. Levi began to trot away on his horse to put him somewhere safer and so that he could protect this Titan boy.

Gazing at Vera, you caressed her fur. "We best get going girl." You mounted her, tugging on her reins. "Hiyah!" She then began to trot you off to safety. You hope Levi will be okay.

-

You can't exactly recall what time it is, only that it is late. You've heard very little about what's all going down but from what Eld let you in on, Erwin & Levi are on their way to visit this Eren boy. Eren is currently in the custody of the Military Police. You don't know why entirely, probably because he could be a danger to society and its citizens. It's for the best, you presume.

Today has been a rather exhausting one. You've been awake since the crack of dawn, training and now literally battling Titans. Being a scout, especially under Captain Levi isn't an easy task, but you handle it with grace. You can't wait to hit the hay and seek rest. Oddly enough though, you can't get Levi off of your mind.

You suppose that isn't uncommon for you. He has always peaked your curiosity. He's just been different today, less strict and more on edge. Guess you can't complain though, it has made you feel less stressed and more focused on the duty at hand. Whenever Levi is yelling at you all and throwing out orders, you get overwhelmed so today was surprisingly one of the best from these past two years.

You were a part of the Cadet Corps for three years total. Now you've been with the scouts for about two years. A good five years like this will change you as a person. You never expected to join the scouts, joining the military police was your original idea. What changed your mind was meeting Hange and Erwin. They are rather convincing. You were in the top two of your group and they saw you fit for the scouts.

That's just about how this all began.

You weren't with Levi at first either. You were working under Hange, hence why you two are so close now. Only about six months ago did Erwin come to you about a squad change.

Flashback:

"I just think it would suit you better to work under Captain Levi Ackerman." Levi? That man is a bum from what you've heard. A total asshole. "What's wrong with Hange? I enjoy working under her." "That's the thing, you enjoy it. You shouldn't. You don't enjoy work." You scoffed at Erwin but quickly checked yourself. "Sir, with all due respect, don't you think enjoying your captain or commander will enable you to have a better work life?" You got him there.

"Starting next week, you will be working under Captain Levi." Erwin said sternly. You sighed deeply and nodded. "Yes sir. I understand." You then stood up. "I have one question." "Ask." "Why am I suddenly being switched to his squad?" "Is this a matter of wanting an ego boost?" What the hell did that mean? You turned around to face him, your eyebrows crinkling in confusion. "Mind my manners but what are you talking about?" Erwin chuckled at your words.

"You are aware that you are far too skilled to just be on Hange's squad, yes?" "Not really?" You laughed in confusion. You are lost here. "Hange has a great team, sure, but Levi's is for the elites. That is where you belong." Not going to lie, this was an ego boost; You weren't seeking it out though. "Oh... I see..." You nodded leisurely. "Go get some rest, it's late." Were Erwin's final words before he shooed you out of his personal office.

You closed the door behind you and rubbed your temples.

Please let all of the rumors about Captain Levi be dramatic.

End Flashback:

You swung open the door to the barracks. You walked into your room and immediately crashed onto the bed. You can feel how tired your legs are. Here at the HQ for the Survey Corps, the females and males have separate housing. Each person gets their own tiny bedroom, but they all share a bathroom. It's annoying but it's easy to deal with, especially being a female where you're all organized and prepped unlike the men around here.

You didn't even remove your gear. You just laid there in your uniform and everything. There was no reason to remove it. It'll be right back on tomorrow. Besides, you're too fatigued to take the time to remove it. You could feel your eyes beginning to flutter and falter until you then fell asleep.

Hitting the hay alas.

[abiatackerman]

After drinking a lot when you'll become tipsy and won't notice how your curves are showing, Levi will wrap his coat around you without a second thought, shielding you from wandering eyes. He's not being overly possessive—just quietly looking out for you in his own way. As he carefully buttons it up, his fingers linger slightly, moving lower with each button. Once he fastens the last one, he straightens up, his gaze soft but firm.

"Make sure to bring it back tomorrow, brat… It looks better on you than I thought."

The scene is from "Iseop's Romance" btw. I was reading the manhwa and this scene kind of reminded me of Levi. It's a very cute and funny manhwa and one of my most favs! I highly recommend reading it!

[brattyjo]

having a crush on professor Levi would be so hard and embarrassing at the same time because why are you blushing while being scolded for not getting a simple formula?

you are currently in his office, seated on his chair under his desk. your hands fiddling with each finger as they nestled timidly down on your lap while he's explaining the problem you were having earlier in class. you are one of the top students and your grades in almost every subject were beyond excellent. well, almost.. except for professor Levi Ackerman’s class. his subject wasn’t even that hard, you just can’t seem to focus no matter how hard you try. it’s like he always finds his way to creep into your thoughts making it hard for you to listen attentively and keep your attention on the lesson. now you’re having trouble catching up with all the lectures you missed, thanks to your daydreaming about your hot professor who won’t leave you alone (in your mind at least)

“Did you get all of that?" his hard gaze on you makes your face heat up and you panic at the question. you just nodded, but the truth is you didn’t even understand any single word that he said. you were too focused on how close he was standing next to you. his arm resting perfectly on the back of your chair while the other flexes as he points at the screen in front of you and it’s not helping either with how good he smells, the scent of mint so intoxicating fills your senses and your breathing becomes ragged. your thoughts start to drift around dangerous waters and you can't help the image planted in your mind, you on his desk, him between your legs. your palms firmly placed against his chest while his hands are roaming at the small of your back. he pulls you against him making you gasp and he takes that as an opportunity to connect your lips with hi— you close your eyes and shake your head in attempt to push the dirty thoughts away, what the hell is wrong with you?

"tch. you’re clearly not listening again.” he flicks your forehead and that made you snap out of it.

“s-sorry sir, I was just..” you tried to reason but you couldn’t find anything to say, not even an excuse. you can’t just blatantly admit to him that the reason why you couldn’t focus is because of him and how badly you want him. you hear him let out a disappointed sigh and you feel bad. you can’t even look at him right now.

“something bothering you isn’t it? you need to tell me what is it so we can fix it.” Levi says as he grips your chair, twisting it around making you face him. fuck, your faces are now so close to each other. too close, you feel like you might pass out any second. you’ve never been this close to him before and if he leans a little more, your lips would definitely touch. why does he have to be so fuckin hot?

“tell me, what seems to be distracting you that you can’t even focus in my class?”

Levi isn’t dumb. he’s actually aware of your odd behavior in his class that has been going on for months now. he’s been observing you silently, but there hasn’t been a single improvement from you at all. in fact, you actually became worse. he knows that you are smart and that you aced almost every class you’re in, so what is it about his class that has a top student almost close to flunking?

then he figured it out when he called you into his office this morning.

“am I making you nervous?” this time, he says your name. the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, you feel chills inside your body causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. you gulped, trying to calm yourself. shit he knows.. of course he would! but still, he doesn’t know that you like him, right? he couldn’t possibly..

next chapter

[nanaba]

[dorminchu]

Every Day Like The Last: Masterlist

Masterlist will be updated as the story progresses. Art by @addictivities.

A year has passed since the Battle of Heaven and Earth. P. Galliard and P. Finger are married. Vice Captain A. Leonhardt steps down, waiting for her ailing father to outlive her. Eren Jaeger is exiled from Paradis as a renegade to spend his days in Liberio as an expat. Without the threat of Titans or a country to divide them, what comes after the armistice?

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[snaileater22]

I love all Armin ships he deserves to be with everyone at every time. Eremin? Armin deserves that friends to lovers getup. Aruani? Armin deserves to have his nerd era while dating the baddest women of the century. Jearmin? Armin deserves to be able to have his best friend’s enemy to lovers moment.

[the-traveling-poet]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2 ~

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ~ Though first promising amongst themselves to simmer down their bristling banter in the presence of the young woman, it quickly becomes apparent such a feat might just be beyond them. Between Nile’s insistence to continually undermine the Scouts, Levi’s eavesdropping, and Erwin’s ever wavering patience; not much progress is made.

That is, until Y/N intervenes.

The issue of the Scout’s missing parchment orders is resolved; or at least, nearly so. While the project itself is complete, delivery might no longer be an option. As such, Commander Erwin turns to Levi in this predicament; surely his newest Captain can handle this matter on his own?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 ~ Language, relationship drama, crude banter, mostly crack / See Masterlist for overall story content!

If preferred, you can read this fic on Wattpad or AO3 as well!

Ch.1 ~

The shop was alight in the glow of many candles, dimmed now by the sun’s shine pouring in from the uncurtained windows along the shop’s walls.

Still, the candles sitting in the window sills filled the room with a lovely scent of crisp apples of autumn’s harvest and stale cinnamon, greeting every customer to step within. Despite the season of autumn having since come to an end, the rich aroma suited the quaint shop. 

Near the door sat a carved wooden bench, a wool blanket over its backing and a set of throw pillows laid on its seat. A beautifully patterned rug led up to the front desk, which was surrounded by potted plants of varying species—it really added a splash of color to contrast the beige walls.

A shelf filled with thick leather bound books and worn-down files stood neatly in the corner behind the front desk, nearly reaching the ceiling in height.

Lastly, a tiny bell above the front entrance was a nice touch, as well; as it alerted the building to the arrival of customers with its muted dinging.

Overall, every little addition to the space made it feel pleasantly warm. Lived in, almost. 

A rustic sort of comfortability.

Behind the quaint desk stood a rather burly looking man, with broad shoulders and a full beard that nearly reached his chest. He held a folder with one large hand—one that he quickly set down onto the countertop upon seeing both Commander Erwin and Commander Nile waltzing through the front door.

With a small smile poking through tangles of hair and a kind twinkle to his eye, the—seemingly—middle aged man gave a polite nod to the trio. Though, for a moment that was too quick to truly tell, it seemed his eyes strayed to Levi longer than the two Commanders.

“Such a pleasure to see you stop by, Commander Dok. Commander Smith.” he greeted kindly, his tone even and soft despite his more rugged appearance.

“And Captain Levi, I’m pleased to finally make your acquaintance!”

Levi turned his gaze to the receptionist with a raised brow, but didn’t get the chance to speak even a word before Nile had started to chuckle.

Stepping forward, Nile leaned his arms onto the desktop with an easy going smile.

“It’s been too long, Henry. Say, Y/N hasn’t gone to lunch yet, has she? I’d stay and chat for a moment, but…”

Nile paused then and jutted a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to where Erwin and Levi still stood at a respectable distance, just off to the side of the desk.

“My company and I are here on business, and need to speak with her about some purchases.”

“Ahh, Y/N. I see,” Henry grunted in understanding, turning to jut his chin in the direction of a wooden door set against the furthest wall.

“She’s in the back at the workshop; at the press, as usual. You haven’t missed her just yet.”

“Thank you, Henry,” Nile nodded, moving around the desk with an easy going wave, foregoing the need to ask permission on his way towards the door a few paces away. 

“We won’t keep her too long.”

Nodding respectfully—maybe to compensate for his friend’s absent manners—Erwin gave his silent thanks to the man, Henry, behind the desk and made to follow after Nile.

Levi begrudgingly stayed on his heels, arms folded more loosely now than before over his chest. His observant gaze swiveled all across the shop’s furnishings, silently judging the space and the employee himself, but managed to keep his thoughts to himself. At least, for the time being.

As kind as the man had been, especially in addressing him personally—odd as it might have been—Levi still maintained his usual disinterested facade.

He’d settle for appreciation in silence for now.

“It might be best if I go in first. You know; check on her, ask her for some time to go over the order.”

Nile drawled on after a pause, turning his back to the closed employee door and thus preventing Erwin and Levi from taking another step towards it.

Huffing indignantly, Erwin crossed both arms over his broad chest, unknowingly mirroring Levi’s stance just a pace behind him.

“Nile, that’s the reason we’re here in the first place. You can have your moment with Y/N, but we aren’t here to stand idly by in the lobby while you handle our affairs for us.”

Behind him, Levi scoffed quietly in agreement, his eyes no longer wandering about the shop. Now he stared straight ahead, craning his neck a tad to meet the taller man’s eye. 

Nile at least had the sense to look a little unsure under such scrutiny from the pair, and hesitated.

“Fine, fine…I’ll come back and open the door after a moment so you can spiel your script yourself.” Nile eventually grumbled, his hand reaching up to grasp the door’s handle. Notably, his eyes shifted between the Scouts, as though looking for approval to his succumbent. Gaining no further argument, Nile’s hand twisted the knob.

The door swung open under his rough palm with a creak, giving way to a short hall. Beyond the narrow walls, not much of the room was visible; but every small sound from within the workshop echoed outwards towards them.

The moment the door stood ajar, the low hums and rhythmic clicking of a press met their ears. Though out of sight, the muffled ruffling of paper eluded to the idea of the woman being kept busy at her job, running many reams through the machine.

From what little they could see, the short hall led to a wide table set in the middle of the room, piled up both with stacks of varying parchment and several heaps of boxes.

As disarrayed as the tabletop looked, the long table couldn’t compete with the mess on the shelves.

Ceiling high, broad shelves lined one wall, nearly the length of the room in size, were packed tight with boxes of parchment of different papers and odd materials—except there was no rhyme or reason to their placement, unlike the neat tabletop before it.

Despite the mess, the musty scent of paper and inks and glues made the space feel more like a library than a workshop.

Somehow, through it all, the dainty elegance of the reception room behind them carried through the door and into the workshop.

A hint of a smile marked Nile’s face as he took in a deep breath and stepped through the door into the room.

Without so much as glancing back at the Scouts, he slid the creaking door shut behind him with a click—though both Erwin and Levi were able to clearly hear him call out to the woman somewhere beyond the stacks of crates.

It was quiet for a moment, save for the muffled whirring of the press from behind the closed door. Eventually, they picked up on a sound—a hushed conversation, muffled and unintelligible. 

A rough laugh from Nile that faded with heavy footsteps meandering farther from the door, a young woman’s voice ringing out above the many sounds of the shop…Soon there was no sound left for them to hear through thick oak.

All the while, the Scouts stood outside the door, impatiently awaiting their time to step through.

Levi stepped closer to the door after some time, surprising Erwin into arching a brow down at the man. But Levi paid the look no mind, choosing to concentrate on catching any small sound from beyond the wood. He furrowed his brow as he attempted to make their words out.

“She sounds young,” Levi commented dryly, listening closely.

“Little ditzy…I can imagine she easily forgot the parchment order, making us come all the way here for it.” 

“She’s a busy woman, Levi. I’m sure there’s a reason the supplies are late,” Erwin came to Y/N’s defense in an instant, glancing from Levi’s face and then back towards the oak door with a sigh.

“I can’t hear a thing; how is it you hear them?” Erwin continued on after a moment.

Grunting in acknowledgment, without answering his Commander’s last question, Levi went back to listening through the door. 

Leaning in closer and bending a little at the waist, he strained to hear what might be discussed between Nile and this Y/N character that, apparently, his Commander was adamant on excusing. For whatever reason.

“I never took you for one to eavesdrop so casually,” Erwin commented lowly, after a tense moment in which he received no response. He took to leaning against the nearby wall when he still got no response from his subordinate. Undeterred, he carried on.

“It’s rude, you know.”

“Well, I wasn’t aware you shit talked your comrades. You’d be surprised by the bullshit I’ve heard you spout behind closed doors. It’s a tactical advantage for me, and a terrible woe for you, should I ever utilize what I’ve learned to my favor.”

Levi recounted rather quickly this time, without so much as sparing him a glance. Instead, he stayed preoccupied with staring intently at the door now only a couple of inches from his nose.

“Miche would hate to know what you’ve spouted off regarding his ‘absurdly keen nose’.”

“…You know, you’re such a pissy man, Levi. Oh my god.”

The door’s handle twisted to the side and creaked back open not even a second after Erwin sighed, revealing Nile as he attempted to wipe away a grin still etched onto his face.

“Alright you lousy Scouts, you-“

He paused suddenly, having stepped through the door’s threshold rather quickly and, nearly, ran his chest straight into Levi’s face.

Looking down, expressionlessly, towards the shorter man, Nile took a hesitant step backwards.

“What are you-“

“What.” Levi interjected, already having snapped back up to attention to cut him off with a glare. 

He kept his sharp gaze averted from the MP Commander.

“…What are you doing.” Nile demanded in a rather monotone voice.

“Tch, waiting for an old man to hurry up and open the damn door.” Levi spat back, though quietly this time.

Nile sighed, nearly what looked to be in disappointment. Where that disappointment was aimed, remained unstated. For now, at least.

“You know what…You both can come in. I’ve briefed her. I’m not dealing with this right now.”

Pinching at his brow in exasperation, Erwin sighed for the uptenth time and gave a stiff nod.

“Right, cause we’re incompetent. I forgot. Thank you, Nile.”

“‘Course. Just doing my job,” Nile grunted, standing back to hold open the door for the pair.

“Come on, in you get; she doesn’t have all day. She needs to get to lunch soon.”

Down the short hall they finally walked, eyeing the many crookedly stacked boxes and crates littering the floor along the way. Only once they were fully inside the room did they realize the expanse of it.

Not only was there a tall wooden table stood at the center of the room, cluttered with boxes, and a wide shelf stretching the length of one wall, laden with various reams of parchments—there was also an assortment of odd little stations scattered around the spacious workshop.

There was an easel of sorts, with many jars crudely labeled things like ‘glue’ or ‘paint’ sat on its shelf. Some feet away sat a small, rounded table stacked with plates and other miniature utensils—most of which they couldn’t name or identify.

At a closer look, the boxes on the shelves each had their own label, ranging from color, to texture, and to the type of paper itself. It was organized, if not a touch cramped.

Clean floors and tabletops greeted their eyes, yet unmistakable lines of unfinished products were set in a row upon a secondary, smaller table. Scraps of paper and splinters of wood had been responsibly thrown away; but, the bin the scraps now occupied was now heavily overflowing with the wasted materials.

In some way, it was an organized mess, of sorts. Throughout the entire, albeit large, room.

Above the whir of the press still in action, came the quiet humming of a woman’s voice.

Some sort of song, perhaps, she hummed the tune of. Though it was broken and muffled by the occasional scoff, or muttered curse word over the clunking and hissing of the printing machine.

Though she stood out of sight, her voice echoed off the higher ceilings and was easily heard.

Coming to stand alongside the full table, Nile cleared his throat loudly, catching the wandering attentions of both Erwin and Levi.

“Y/N, my dear, if you could step away from the press for a moment? I’ve brought them in.”

“Hell, I figured you meant you were out on your way to fetch them!”

Responded a soft voice, several octaves higher than the low humming that resonated within the large room.

Abruptly the machine whirred to a stop, clunking in protest to the sudden shut down.

Now without the obnoxious noise from the press, they heard quick footsteps clicking and clacking against the wooden floors, heading their way.

From around a corner the woman suddenly appeared, her hair ratty and frayed from the bun she must have placed it into sometime earlier that morning, with a couple smudges of grease smeared across her round cheeks.

Smiling crookedly their way once she caught their eye in turn, she strode towards the large table at the center of the room and removed a pair of leather gloves from her hands, tucking the fabric under an arm.

“Good morning, Commander Smith,” Y/N chirped as she reached Nile’s side, propping her elbows up onto the table and setting her gloves aside.

“It’s about time you stopped by; welcome to Quick crafts!”

“Quick Crafts,” Erein echoed with a chuckle, taking an appreciative look around once more.

“You’ve chosen quite the name, Y/N.”

Dismissively waving his comment away, Y/N averted her attention over to Levi, curiously looking him over as he came to stand off to the side of the table.

“And Cadet Levi, right? I believe Nile said…Anyways, my pleasure!”

Narrowed eyes shot to Nile from across the work table, the latter avoiding the darker haired man’s glare.

“Ah, perhaps I misspoke earlier, dear Y/N-“ Nile started to correct, only to be abruptly cut off.

“I know better than to believe that was any accident,” Levi hissed, arms folded tightly over his chest.

“You ass. It’s Captain. Captain Levi.”

Glancing between the pair, Y/N watched on curiously for a moment before snorting out a chuckle—one that she quickly covered with a hand over her mouth.

This pulled Levi’s attention away from Nile, and he stared at the way her eyes crinkled around the corners from the grin she hid.

“I apologize on behalf of Commander Dok; the bastard’s a bit dense. I’ve long since been on the receiving end of his mocking banter, so I understand your frustration. Anyways; Captain Levi, huh? It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. Word travels fast—I’d already caught wind of a new Captain in the Scouts from the customers who come through here.”

Y/N rattled off, removing her hand from her face once she’d quelled her own amusement.

Giving her a blank stare, Levi attempted to take in all that she’d said. After a moment, he seemed to collect his wits and opened his mouth.

“Y/N, huh? You’re a chatterbox.”

“If you wanna call it that, go ahead. Some call it ‘manners’. You know, making conversation and pleasantries and all that bullshit,”

Y/N smiled his way, waving off his rather dull comment. It seemed to not phase her much.

“Though, maybe that’s not something you and Nile quite get. You’re both a bit…Blunt, it seems.”

Levi’s scowl slowly disappeared as she spoke, his eyes going a tad wide and his brows raised up.

A civilian not only apologizing on behalf of a Regime Commander, no less cursing his reputation, but also testing his own resolve?

This was new for Levi. It was…refreshing, oddly enough. He couldn’t remember the last time someone outside the military had met his level of sarcasm with some of their own, even if her’s was more refined in nature than his.

Slowly his arms lowered from his chest, coming to hang loosely at his sides as he stared straight ahead at the rather outspoken woman, something in his demeanor changing just briefly.

“So you are a woman of class, aren’t you…”

He quietly mumbled, mostly to himself.

His comment didn’t quite reach Y/N’s ears, and as such she started to lean forward and ask him to repeat himself; but before she could Nile had already stood up straighter over on his side of the table.

Levi’s muttered words hadn’t slipped past Nile, making the man pause with subtle suspicion. When he turned to see the look on the newest Captain’s face—his expression morphing from aggravation to something akin to interest, whilst staring at the woman—Nile frowned.

Coming around the table to step slightly in front of Y/N, Nile suddenly cleared his throat.

“All pleasantries aside, last I recalled we were here on business. Smith; the report you wanted from her?”

“Right…Ms. Y/N, we came today to inquire about the crates of parchment we had ordered,” Erwin offered with a kind smile, seemingly nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“I was merely wondering what had happened after payment had been received?”

Y/N paused for a moment, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of her head; this only resulted in the ruffling of her hair—further so than it had already been during her shift thus far.

Seeming to remember, she removed her hand with raised brows.

“Ahh, that parchment; bond ivory at eight and a half by eleven? Six tall crates worth?”

She mused to herself, nodding along and heading over to the shelf lining the wall. She had to look up to spot the boxes in question, the shelf standing several feet taller than her eye level.

Reaching up, she slapped the side of a box barely within her reach, pointing to the labels lining the fronts, one through six.

“I’ve got them right here, ready for delivery!”

“…Then why weren’t they? Delivered, I mean,” Erwin hummed, taking a step forward to survey the boxes for himself.

“Oh, well…” Y/N began, only to be cut off by Nile.

“Jesus Erwin, she’s busy. She has nearly twenty orders a day to complete, don’t you?”

Here Nike turned to Y/N for confirmation to his claim—to which she merely shrugged at, her gaze cast aside.

“More or less, depending on the day,” she mumbled almost uncertainty.

“I hadn’t meant to reprimand, Nile,” Erwin grumbled, shooting an apologetic glance Y/N’s way. Y/N easily dismissed the look with a wave of her hand, unbothered by his previous question

“No, he’s right. I’d meant to have it delivered to the Scouts by now,” Y/N sighed.

“I got so caught up in finalizing the details on this other order we got…I apologize, it’s my fault you didn’t get your order in the time it was promised to you.”

“I understand, Y/N. Running a business takes discipline. But may I ask; just what was it you were working on?”

Erwin decided to ask, glancing down at a lone folder set out on the table near where he stood. A worn yellow paper was jutting out from the top, exposing half of the work order’s content. Poking out of the top half were the words ‘banners’ and ‘embroidery’, printed in bold black ink.

“Funny enough…his majesty in Wall Sina requested banners be fabricated for his banquet hall. I’d just finished with the design last week, when he sent word of changing the embroidery design. Naturally that set me back on time—I focused on that project to make up for lost time on the deadline he set,” she scoffed, giving the folder on the table a frown, like it was the source of all her problems.

“For the king?” Erwin exclaimed, bushy brows raised high as he straightened up.

“Not only is that an honor, but I imagine quite a task to fulfill.”

“It wouldn’t be such a task, if the damned fool could make up his mind,” Y/N scoffed, but upon seeing the look of surprise on all three men’s faces, she cleared her throat and added on in a rush. “Praise the walls.”

“Ah, well,” Erwin cleared his throat, disrupting the momentary silence that followed Y/N explanation.

“I’d wondered when we could expect to have the boxes delivered to the Scouts HQ?”

Looking up from the folder, Y/N suddenly grinned, her look of disdain wiped away in an instant.

“To the Scout’s big ass castle? Or, whatever other fancy name you thought up for the building.”

“It’s just HeadQuarters, Y/N.” Erwin smiled, though it dropped the instant she snickered in disbelief.

“The address is the same.”

“I hardly believe there’s not have another name for it, knowing you. Either way, I’ll see to it that it’s delivered within the week.” Y/N mused as she stepped away from the shelf and once more rested her elbows onto the table top, back beside Nile.

Nile started to chuckle at Erwin’s expense, finding amusement in the man’s expression from her description. Though he didnt get to the point of verbal harassment, before Y/N was rounding on him. Stepping closer to reach him, Y/N raised a finger and pointed it under his crooked nose, as though to scold him.

The raised brow she aimed his way made his his smile briefly falter.

“You don’t get to jest. Didn’t you start referring to the Military Police’s base as ‘The Superior Regimen’s Base of Actual Accomplishment’ just last year? I hope you know I never label the products you order under that silly ass name.”

Looking highly offended all of the sudden, Erwin’s hand flew to his hips as he, too, immediately rounded on Nile as well. Though the effect held less weight than Y/N’s look, standing much further away across the table then she was to him.

“What the hell, Nile? ‘Base of Actual Accomplishment’? Just what do you mean by that?”

“Oh come now, Erwin. It’s a joke amongst the MP’s; I’m sure every regiment mocks the others.”

Nile rolled his eyes with a scoff; hardly paying his look any actual mind.

Erwin paused for a moment, looking contemplative as he mulled over Nile’s claim. The room went quiet for a moment, before he heavily sighed.

“Acceptable counter-argument,” he finally admitted while averting his gaze. Changing tactics, he turned to face Y/N once more.

“Obviously, the king’s order takes precedence, but might I ask when you think you could have these boxes delivered to us? Without rushing you too much, of course.”

“Tomorrow works for me,” Y/N shrugged, glancing back over to the stack of boxes on the shelf.

“I could deliver them early tomorrow morning, but I’d require your signature upon arrival to confirm the process; yknow, regulation bullshit like that.”

Erwin opened his mouth to respond, but quickly closed it with a slight frown.

“I’m afraid I have other places to be tomorrow until noon; would you be available then, by chance?”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to frown as she glanced at a calendar hung up by a nail on the far wall, squinting to read the lines of scribbled ink under the dates.

“I’m sorry…I leave for Sina just before noon tomorrow to speak with the king’s assistants about the decor change for the banners. If you’re a fan of early mornings, the best I could offer would be…this time, next week.”

“We’d need this parchment before then; perhaps we could just come pick it up?” Erwin tried, glancing from the calendar she studied from afar and then back towards her.

“It’d have to be early on, in the morning. Before we open shop, that is.” Y/N bit her lip, mentally calculating her own schedule.

All went quiet for a brief moment as they attempted to come to an agreement, when Levi’s voice broke the silence with a simple statement.

“I’ll do it.”

Both Erwin and Y/N perked up at the sudden intrusion, both their eyes swiveling over to Levi, who’d taken a step back from resting against the tabletop near Erwin. He glanced toward Erwin, meeting his eye through inky bangs.

“If you want this damned paper so badly, I’ll just come get it tomorrow morning. I’m always up early as it is; might as well do something useful with it,” Levi huffed before turning his gaze away.

A sort of gleam shone in Erwin’s eyes as he briefly thought it over, no doubt some sort of plan forming in his mind.

“That works for me, if it works for you, Y/N.”

“Sure. I can get here earlier than usual and just have him sign the necessary paperwork. He’s of higher rank, it should be fine.”

Y/N chimed in after a moment after mulling the idea over.

Looks were exchanged from both sides of the table, a silent agreement settling between them all. Briefly Y/N’s eyes met Levi’s, observing, calculating…Neither looked away, until Nike spoke up.

“Well, now that that’s all settled,” he groaned, pushing off of the table.

“We’ll leave you to it, kid. Go grab some lunch, take a break, sit down awhile. Don’t overwork yourself, yeah?”

“Yes, sir,” Y/N smiled softly, then turned to face Erwin and Levi once more.

“It was nice to formally meet you both,”she smiled, walking around the table to offer out a hand—surprisingly well weathered and a bit chapped—for them to shake in turn.

Erwin grasped her hand without hesitation and gave it a soft, but firm, shake. His hand dropped from hers a moment later, only to wrap around her shoulders and pull her into a quick embrace.

“It was nice to see you again, dear. I should hope to see you again soon.”

“I have a feeling you will, Erwin. With you running the Scouts, I’m sure there will be a lot more paperwork orders coming through my shop.” Y/N snorted.

She then pulled away from Erwin’s embrace to face Levi, extending the same hand out to him. Hesitantly, he took it, and gave a firm shake as well.

Again his eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment he didn’t dare blink as she began to speak directly to him once more.

“I appreciate you coming in tomorrow and getting this off my hands. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, Levi.”

It took Levi an unusual amount of time to respond, almost as if his mind were elsewhere while his eyes flickered across her dirtied face. Eventually he cleared his throat and removed his hand from hers quickly, casting his gaze aside.

“Just doing my job, apparently. I wasn’t aware my duties covered this, but so be it,” he grumbled, taking a step back from her.

Once again stepping forward, it was Nile’s turn to clear his throat—again. Though, not before casting a sidelong glance Levi’s way this time.

“You two take the carriage back. I’ll call another after a moment, so don’t wait up.” He droned, glancing between the two.

“I’m going to stay here awhile longer, I think.”

Nodding respectfully, Erwin turned to take his leave, signaling for Levi to do the same.

“Thank you, again, Ms. Y/N. It’s truly appreciated.” Erwin spoke over his shoulder, offering one last kind smile as he paced towards the workshop’s door.

Mimicking it, Y/N shifted her weight to rest against the end of the table where she now stood.

“Of course, Erwin. I’ll see you around,” she chirped back, watching the pair leave.

One last time her eyes met with Levi’s, curiously, this time, before the workshop door was closed behind him a solid a thud.

As Quick Craft’s front door closed behind the Scouts with a soft chime, Levi took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

By now the sun was higher up in the sky, though the breeze was still cool enough to prompt him to tug at the collars of his uniform jacket.

Seeing his frown from over his shoulder, Erwin raised a thick brow.

“Was that so bad? You act as though it were.”

“It wasn’t all bad, I suppose,” Levi grumbled, making his way past Erwin’s slower pace to reach the carriage first. Opening the door ahead of the coachman, Levi rushed inside to take his seat.

“At least now we can put this scandal behind us and focus on more important things.”

“More important things? I’d like to think this task was just as important as any other task you’re assigned to with your new rank,”

Erwin mused with a slight upturn to his lips as he followed Levi inside the carriage and took his seat. With a nod to the coachman through the window—to which the man gave a sullen nod in response to—Erwin turned a curious eye onto his companion.

Once the coachman had climbed up into his own seat and the cart began to move.

“Just think; without the parchment necessary, how else could I write out your wages?”

Erwin tried, observing closely the way Levi scowled.

“I’d get them one way or another.” He mumbled quietly.

“This, I don’t doubt,” Erwin sighed, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“The shop opens at eight o’clock sharp; you’ll be sure to be here before then?”

“Of course I will,” Levi clicked his tongue, though the way his eyes wandered back towards the shop slowly fading into the distance gave away he truly didn’t mind the task, despite his tone. He looked almost…Contented, somehow.

“I’ll be here, and I’ll sign the damned papers. I’ll have the boxes in HQ well before noon.”

His response was met with silence; a contented silence, in which Erwin finally removed his scrutinizing gaze from the shorter man and went about peering through his window once more.

The streets were more alive now, civilians milling about on their daily tasks and errand runs. Despite the slower speed of the carriage because of this, it proved for some more interesting sights this time around.

“I saw the way you watched her,” Erwin suddenly spoke up, his gaze focused elsewhere out the window as he spoke.

Feigning ignorance, Levi huffed, stiffening a bit around the shoulders.

“Watched who?”

“Don’t play dumb, Levi. You’re not so good at that as you are dealing out sarcasm.”

“I wasn’t watching Y/N any sort of way.”

Levi defended, having the gall to even look offended at the mere prospect. To this, Erwin only grinned.

“Ah, but I didn’t say her name, did I? I could have been referring to the woman standing in the lobby when we left.”

Erwin chuckled, briefly meeting his eye before Levi quickly looked away with a scowl.

“That old hag? Eyebrows, between the two of us, you’re more likely to be the one to go for a woman twice your age than I would be. No offence.”

“I’ve learned to never truly take offence whenever you speak,” Erwin grumbled back, biting back another sigh.

“Either way, I’m trusting you with this; don’t get too distracted. I’m going to need those papers for documents in a couple of days, I can’t afford another set back.”

For a moment it didn’t seem that Levi would respond; just leave him in baited silence, But after a pause, he sighed, nearly hanging his head in defeat—though he’d never go so far as to physically show submission like that, and refrained.

“Whatever you say, Eyebrows. I’ll get the damned job done. Since it seems I have to…”

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~More Levi Ackerman content here~

𝓐/𝓝 ~ I struggled with this chapter. I truly did. Sure, it’s only the second one of the series so far, but I got so stuck on making it ‘perfect’ (for myself and others) that I forgot to have fun with it. After some time to sort through some personal shit, which took a couple months, I came back to this with a lighter mind. Now, we’re back :) Thanks for being patient with me while life was throwing curveballs my way! And as always thanks for reading!

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will never stop claiming and insisting that eren and armin, guess what, were in love

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I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket

Tags: Eren x gn!Reader, Oneshot, After S4, Somewhat Angsty, Reminiscing On The Past, Second Person POV, Aftermath, Unrequited Love (Except You Just Never Had The Chance To Confess)

Warnings: None

But I'll soon forget the colour of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.

PTV inspired because of that one theory that Eren's eye colour always changes in the anime since Armin is the narrator and is forgetting what they look like. But what about your perspective?

guess yall could say he... collided with the sky? LMFAO

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His eyes were the most stunning blue.

Or were they green?

You're not so sure. You weren't so sure when you forgot - when you forgot how his brows would pucker at the mention of titans, or how you could glimpse sparkles of gold when the warmth of the sun glistened across his skin just so.

His tawny complexion was speckled in freckles, youth carved into his features and demeanour irrespective of what he'd been through. There was something so utterly childish about him, and his ardent enthusiasm drove you up the wall. How could someone like him dream big but see so small?

Maybe that's why you fell for Eren Yeagar: he had a drive and a purpose, even if it was a suicidal one, as Jean would call it. He was belligerent and awkward, yet despite his abrasiveness, he loved profoundly for those he knew.

You were no exception.

At fifteen, you two clashed endlessly about every. Little. Thing. Contrary to what Eren would claim about you being obnoxious, he'd do it in order to capture your attention, and you'd do it deliberately to rile him up. One-upmanship in the ranks, continual sparring in training until you were exhausted beyond belief.

Jumping into crazy competitions and cursing each other out amid teamwork-assigned missions. Lord knows why you two were constantly paired together. That was simply how both of you were: two adolescents who were unfamiliar with how to express their emotions like other teenagers.

You despised the way his nose scrunched when he was determined, and how that dumb gold key dangled around his neck as a symbol of freedom. You two were far from normal, but who else in the corps knew what normalcy was?

Everyone allowed you two bicker like that, because at least even when surrounded by death and fighting, they could count on the simplicity of your relationship with Eren to remind them how you all still had your humanity.

There was one particular night when the two of you had accidentally snuck out past curfew at the same time, and instead of clawing the other’s eyes out, you made pictures out of the constellations and talked about what you hoped for the future.

At sixteen, he grew his hair out, and perhaps one could concede that he looked... pretty with it. Eren was a touch dishevelled, but being boisterous and imperfect was not unusual for him. You hated how unfair it was how this boy could be so beautiful.

You used to muss Eren's hair and make fun of him, but after the discovery of Marley, you became less unkind. The key around his neck had no longer represented freedom, but rather oppression. You attempted to ignore it, instead concentrating on the head it was attached to.

Eren was still an emotional skip fire, of course, but you could see something had shifted in him. But he was still Eren, and despite the external changes thrust onto you, he remained the same on the inside. A reliable constant.

Eren was reliable. Mostly.

At seventeen, that was undoubtedly the very last time you beheld the beautiful hazel-eyed boy you'd met and fallen in love with. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and you can still recognize that Eren is there, but he appeared to be inhabited by another completely.

He steadfastly refuses to let you reach him, but remnants of him are still present. He's just not as angry, loud, or opinionated as he was during training days. There were nights when you'd stargaze together as you used to, pretending to be foolishly young and dreaming on fallen stars.

He shifted at the age of eighteen. You, like everyone else, hung onto recollections of who he was. Were you stupid for scanning those blue pools of his, hoping that you might catch a glimpse of the old him? Probably. Eren made you feel silly at times, but not in the same way he did when you were younger.

This time, it was genuine. As opposed to your infantile bickering, he'd said things to hurt you on purpose. At least when you were younger, your bickering had held an endearing tone. Now his tone was just devoid of any sort of passion.

That's why, at nineteen, you couldn't bring yourself to despise the man he'd grown into. Because how could you? You were so deeply in love with him, so devoted, that you were unable to wrench your gaze away from him even as he ventured further from what you knew to be the right path. And that was meant to be with you.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why did his stare back at yours, so grey and lifeless?

If the key represented oppression, letting Eren's head roll was the key to freedom. You had cradled his head in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably because this boy, your dumb, beautiful boy, had given his life for his idiotic dream at your hands.

Because, perhaps after all, his lunacy was a constant in your life amidst the chaos of war, and being slain by you was one last selfish wish. To be just another set of bones to be laid to rest.

It’d been awhile since you visited his grave, the old age getting to you. You caressed the engraved stone, reminiscing again – forever left to grapple with your unresolved feelings towards him, forever nineteen. You wonder what he might look like if you could have grown old together.

You've forgotten what the colour of Eren's eyes are.

He'd long forgotten yours.

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Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

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𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ← 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Erika Smith had her eyes focused on the writings in the book she held. Just a random book she found on one of her cousin's shelves but she took an interest in it. Her body slouched against the chair she was sitting on by the window, feeling the warmth of the sun hitting her skin. 

Her lips were confined between her teeth, her eyebrows furrowed as her pupils followed the words intensely, her focus solely on the content of the book. She was much too invested that she couldn't even hear the voice of her cousin who had just entered the room, calling her name multiple times already. It was only when she caught a glimpse of his shadow over the pages of the book that she noticed his presence. 

She looked up, seeing the tall man standing in front of her, intimidating eyes and thick brows staring down at her, his hands crossed over his chest in a serious demeanor. She could sense the tension in his shoulders, which only proved the situation to be a serious one. She took a sharp inhale, closing the book shut quickly that she forgot to mark the page she had stopped at. She cursed herself silently for having forgotten that. 

"Is everything okay?" The girl questioned, her tone careful and polite but curious all the same. 

"We need to talk," he commanded, turning around to lead her to the living room or somewhere less private than her room. 

She followed after him, watching as he took a seat in an armchair. She followed his action, taking a seat on the sofa across from him. He leaned back against the chair, his eyes still holding the same sentiment as before. "What's this about?" She asked again. 

"I know you signed up to be a Cadet," he plainly said, though his eyes contradicted the calmness in his voice. 

Upon hearing his words, her green-colored orbs widened, and another curse to herself sent in silence. "I can expl-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because I know you'd react this way!" She defended lightly. 

"Then why apply?" 

"Because I want to help. Like you helped!" She let out, though she knew that wasn't really the reason. "Why are you so against it, Erwin?" 

"You know why," he firmly said, leaning forward, eyes more stern than before. If that was even possible. "I've watched many of my comrades die and I don't want you to meet the same end." 

"That's because you're a Scout. I don't have to be a Scout," she reasoned. "I can be in a Military Police-"

"And if you don't qualify for it?"

"I'd have the Garrison Regiment," she said plainly. 

"So you'd choose those over the Scout Regiment?" He asked, tone steady as his brows quirked. 

It took the young girl a second to reply. Her head was tilted down, her tone lowered as she let out a small "No."

"That's what I thought," he replied in a matter-of-factly tone. "I don't want to have to worry about you-"

"Then what about me?" She suddenly asked, her voice louder than before, almost angry. When she saw the puzzled look on his complexion, she continued, "I have to stay home every day and worry for you! I have to wait days and days for you to come back home!"

"Erika-"

"Then, even when you all have returned, I still have to search for you in the crowd! Because there is no guarantee that you're safe! That you're alive! I've already lost most of my family, I can't lose you too!" She vented, her eyes full of emotion as her words slipped out of her tongue. "But I can't stop you from achieving your goals," she added, her voice now lowered. "So you can't stop me either. Whether you approve or not, I will join to become a Cadet." 

The older man had no words left on the tip of his tongue. As his younger cousin was typically a lively girl, he was shocked to have witnessed her outburst. Maybe her emotions were kept bottled up all this while. Remaining silent, his lips agape as his eyes stared blankly at her figure, she left the living room and went to her room instead. 

She carefully closed the door, not wanting to slam it in case of a sign of disrespect. Because after all, that was the man who had taken care of her since she was young. Erika laid herself on her bed, taking a pillow to cover her face that was tainted red in the embarrassment of her own rant. 

She could then hear footsteps approaching her bedroom door, belonging to none other than Erwin. The young brunette knew her cousin was right outside her door through the shadow he cast over the gap under the door, probably to 'discuss' with her about things. 

But she felt like she needed to be alone at that moment. And she was praying under her breath for him not to continue his intention by rapping his knuckles against the wooden door. By some miracle, her wish was answered. 

On the other side of the door, the blond man let out a defeated sigh as he lowered his fist from the door and down to his side. He began to walk away, his mind already thinking of his next moves. 

The girl refused to leave her room but she had no choice when darkness loomed over her room, the lack of sunlight indicating that dinnertime shouldn't be much longer. She slowly removed the pillow that rested on her face and pushed herself upwards. Her legs moved to the side, dangling over the edge of the bed. 

She got up and walked towards the door, turning the doorknob. She made her way towards the kitchen and rustled through the pantry for any appropriate ingredients. Then, her routine began. Not much longer, the kitchen smelled aromatic and her cousin soon appeared in the room. Neither of them said a word, only doing their actions as usual even once the two were seated by the table and ready to eat. 

"I have decided," Erwin suddenly broke the silence of the night. His words caught the young girl's attention. Her eyes looked up to meet his, patiently waiting for his next words. "I will allow you to join the military," he lowly let out. He watched as his cousin's plain eyes lighted up brightly. 

"Are you serious?!" She squeaked in happiness upon seeing his nod. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She giggled excitedly, getting off her chair to rush towards him, her arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. "You won't regret it!" She gushed happily, not noticing the small smile the man wore on his complexion. 

"I know you'll make me proud one day, Erika," he hummed, raising his hands to wrap around the girl in a warm embrace. 

His words replayed in her mind, even as she placed a goodbye kiss on his cheek, her arms refusing to let him go on his mission. God knows when would be the next time they would see each other again. He's leaving for a new mission just as she was leaving for the training camp.  

Upon her arrival at the compound, she was told to present herself before being assigned her bunk. Once registrations ended, everyone was told to line up in their uniforms. It was mostly an introduction from the instructor. 

Afterward, Erika headed back to her bunk to change into something a little more comfortable for the night. As she was about to head to the dining hall, she overheard some people talking on the veranda of a dorm. 

"We're from Shiganshina," a boy said, his hair a light brown, paired with jewel green eyes. 

As she walked past them, her head glanced over her shoulders to look at the boy. He also had another boy beside him who Erika assumed was the 'we' in question. The other boy had bright blond hair that vaguely reminded her of her cousin. The boy, too, had piercing blue ocean eyes. 

One that had accidentally met Erika's. His orbs widened just as hers did but she immediately looked away and made her way to the dining hall as planned. Erika took a tray of food and sat at an empty table, not sure just yet if she should approach others. But she remained in solitude as she ate. 

She just watched the night unfold in front of her, listening in silence as the brown-haired boy from before told the others of his traumatic experience in Shiganshina when the wall was broken. When Erika wanted to leave, she pushed herself off the bench and brought her tray to the designated bin. 

She walked towards the door, opening it before she left the room, the night air was cold as it hit her skin. She took off her hair tie and let it rest on her wrist, the breeze causing her hair to softly dance in nature's rhythm. 

She felt a tingling sensation on her neck, taking her eyes off the road and onto the silver necklace that dangled out of her shirt. She quickly went to tuck it back into her shirt though not stopping her movements. Just when she had finally looked up, she collided with someone. She took a step back, pushing strands of hair behind. 

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going," she cut the boy off only to realize that it was one of the boys from Shiganshina. She caught the brown-haired boy's name from the way others were talking to him loudly earlier. But she didn't know his name. "I'm Erika Smith," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips. 

"I'm Armin."

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Memoirs from a Gilded Cage: CH. 1

Attack on Titan x Reader

Masterlist

MDNI! FROM THIS SENTENCE ON YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE 18+

FROM THIS SENTENCE ON NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS!

Black!Reader

Levi x Reader

Erwin x Reader

Eventual Romance/Slow Burn

CH. 1 Warnings: None

Summary: As a privileged member of Mitras' elite, your life has been one of comfort and prestige—until your father’s sudden illness unearths a shocking revelation buried in his memoirs. What you discover shatters the foundation of your world, drawing you into the shadowy depths of the underground. Driven by a hunger for answers, you embark on a perilous journey through unforgiving streets. Along the way, you uncover not just buried truths, but the strength, love, and self-worth you never could have imagined.

Words: 5k+

CHILD OF THE SUNRISE

High above the sky you were. The moonlight reflecting off of your skin like sunlight against the finest jewels. A gorgeous red dress flowing behind you. No wall to hold you back, as you could soar over it with ease. Freedom alas. A premonition begotten.

“My lady, we have arrived.” A gentle voice called to you.

Your eyes cracked open, and certainly you were not above the sky. No. You were grounded right where you always were. Hm… what an interesting dream…

Greville Estate : 1:35pm : Mitras

Your black heels clicked softly against the freshly polished marble flooring, and echoed in the vast hallway. The long royal blue curtains were pulled open and let in the balmy afternoon rays. Fresh poppies lined the windows outside, which caused a lot of little visitors to stop by. You loved the butterflies and the bees, maybe even envied them. They had freedom that you didn’t. 

The Greville Estate was a sight to behold. Even amongst the wealthy here in Mitras, this home still turned heads. It was grand. It was gaudy. It was… your childhood home. A place you grew up and lived most of your days until recently. 

“Oh! Goodness! You scared me!” A young man of high class nearly ran into you as you were turning the corner. “You can’t be walking around here looking like that.”

Dark brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a smug ass grin that you just wanted to slap right off of his face sometimes. Your brother; Cassius Greville.

“Looking like what?” Your eyebrow rose. 

You were certain he wasn’t actually talking about your appearance. As the most revered seamstress in Mitras, there was no way he had anything to say about your clothing. A long sleeve, hand beaded, open back, form fitting, black dress. You were light years ahead of your time in terms of fashion, and he knew that. Maybe he was talking about…

“Your hair.” He shrugged, “It’s just- so crazy today.”

Of course he was talking about that. You were what people called a medical anomaly�� if they were being nice that is. One of one. Brown skin, curly hair, and features like none other. You looked nothing like your late mother Celeste Greville, nor did you look like your father. Was the world really so cruel to curse you with this diseased brown skin? Yes, though you’d word it a little differently.

“It’s not crazy idiot.” You rolled your eyes, “This is just how it looks when I don’t straighten it. How’s father anyway?”

“Asking about you again. He swears you’ll leave him for good every time you get up to take a piss.” Cassius brushed past you, “Go say hi, favorite child .”

You stood slightly sideways as your brother shoulder bumped you. He really was in a mood today. It’s true, you were always your father’s favorite, but now that he was on his deathbed the genuine feelings about his kids were coming out, and Cassius was on the bottom of that totem pole. 

Finally you fully turned the corner, faced with two massive double doors. You’d pull it open and walk into your father’s room. There he lay sick and frail in his grand oak bed. Canopy pulled open for his visitors to see him. At his bedside in a white high back throne chair was your sister. She stood up to greet you.

Dark brown hair and blue eyes just like your brother. Pale skin and pink cheeks. The epitome of beauty. Tinsley Greville.

Her hand fluffed your curls before she gave you a hug. “It’s cute.” She smiled. “Father is sleeping now, but I’m sure he’ll still want you at his bedside.” 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

Your sister closed the door and you’d walk to your father’s bedside, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. As you did, his pale, sickly blue eyes cracked open followed by a weak smile.

“My little angel.” He grabbed your hand. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly as you attempted not to give way to the sadness of the moment.

His eyes closed once again, and you could tell that he was at peace just from having you nearby. In fact, all of the things he loved were nearby. Your father was a top engineer for the royal government before he fell ill, and he wanted to be surrounded by all of his inventions.

Perhaps that’s why you picked up sewing. Watching your father create masterpieces made you want to make some of your own. Well, in your own way of course.

You walked around the room, your perfectly manicured fingers lightly grazed the showcases displayed about. You looked at them a million times, but it still held intrigue.

In the back of the room was a bookshelf. It was your favorite part of the room, because it held so many books about towns just outside of Mitras. Villages that stood beyond wall Rose. Places that you could never visit beyond just looking at a book, but it was nice to dream.

Ever since you were born you were never allowed to leave the walled capital that is Mitras. That was an order from your father and the royal government that was carried out by the Military Police. Due to your rare condition, they deemed it best to keep you here so it wouldn’t spread to anyone else. Seemed a little unfair. You’d been around your family your whole life and they never got it, but an ordinance is still an ordinance. 

As your eyes traced up the bookshelf, you noticed an unremarkable black book hanging out just a little more than the rest. You’d reach up for the book and pull it from the shelf. Weird. You hadn’t even seen this one before.

Your delicate fingers slid the hard cover open, and just as you did.

“Stop!” Your father yelled in his raspy, sick voice. “P-put that back right now!” He coughed vigorously, “Don’t t-touch that!”

His yelling startled you, causing you to drop the book. Your father never yelled at you even once. Never rose his hand to you. Never said a bad word about you. Why did he snap at you for pulling the book? You were always more than welcome to read anything on the shelf, but why not this?

As you knelt down to pick up the book, your eyes fell on the page it landed on. You skimmed as quickly as you could. A tribe called Kuremi. A group of people with brown skin forced into the underground. A woman named Abeni? A daughter? Wait, what?

“Put it back-k!” Your father nearly choked as he coughed. 

“Sorry father. My dress got caught.” You rose with the book in hand and placed it back on the shelf.

You felt breathless. That book was not a fairytale or some forged documents. That was…  your father’s memoirs. You had to read it again. No. You didn’t have enough time to look at it. Surly you misread it. 

You couldn’t face him. You felt hot, scorching even. You needed to act like everything was fine until he fell asleep again. 

The nurses came in right on time with your father’s medicine. An elixir of herbs that would put him to sleep soon. 

You spoke now attempting to shake off the nervousness in your voice, “I think my father needs another dose of that. His cough is worsening.” You turned around to look at the women, “Please.”

“Of course.” They bowed at your grace.

You’d walk over to the seat your sister formerly occupied and sat with a delicateness that showed no hesitancy, but inside you were all nerves. 

It felt like hours you waited for your father to sleep. The sun was lowering more and more, and all you could think about was getting that one little book off the shelf again. Your hands felt clammy and there was nothing to do but wait. You were in your head. 

Did you read that right? Of course not. You were skimming. 

The time to act was now. Your father was out cold, double dosed on who knows what concoction those nurses gave him. You’d slip out of your heels in order to make less noise as you approached the bookshelf once more.

You reached for the black book and slid it out as best you could. Seemed easy enough. Okay, now where were you? You looked over your shoulder as your father snorted in his sleep. 

With your back turned to him, you flipped quickly and quietly. Aha!

The Kuremi or People of the Sunrise is what they called themselves. Father was there when they were forced underground. Corralled like cattle and shoved into the deep caverns below Mitras. Men, women, and children whose names would be lost to the sands of time.

Their mere existence challenged the belief of what existed beyond the walls. These brown skinned settlers appeared seemingly from thin air and forced underground to be forgotten. Father took an interest in one though. A woman with dark ebony curls and skin like earth after a summer rain. Her name was Abeni. He was in love with her. 

He dug a tunnel from his workshop that reached the underground so he could be with her without causing suspicion. She was terrified of him. She was married to a man, and by the time father met them they were the last two of their kind. All others had been wiped out in a single generation from famine and disease. 

She hated him, but father dragged her up to Mitras anyway and kept her there in secret. The royal government found out and father said he was running experiments so they allowed it. Months later her belly grew round with child. Father knew it wasn’t his. The timing was too quick. The baby was born the same day as Tinsley. Both mothers died in childbirth. 

The Royal Government allowed father to keep this child on the condition that she never leave Mitras. Abeni’s people may have died in the shadows, but their legacy will live on through her daughter. His daughter. The last child of the sunrise…

You clutched your chest as you tried to accept what you just read. There’s no way. There had to be more, right? Your fingers flipped through the pages, and as you did you saw that some were missing. The beginning pages, perhaps about where these people came from.

There has to be answers for this. It was absurd! Father’s old workshop was your current tailoring shop. If that were true, then that meant…

You quickly and quietly put the book of memoirs back in its place. You slipped your shoes back on and sped walked out of the room. Nearly running, you were until you reached outside. The dusk sunset began to settle on you, and you were greeted by a carriage driver and two Military Police escorts.

“I need to go to my shop, now please.” You wanted to make it sound urgent without it being dire. 

One man grabbed your hand as he helped you inside the carriage. Your mind was spiraling. So you weren’t even related to these people you spent your whole life with? You were the child of a woman that your father was obsessed with and tormented until the day she died. He was a monster. Not at all the man you thought you knew. 

If his memoirs were correct, that would mean there should be evidence of something regarding the Kuremi still lingering in the underground. Your father did not see Abeni’s husband, or rather, your biological father, die. It just said he was very sick. Maybe he was still down there, or any evidence of them.

You needed to know the truth. Who were they, and where did they come from? 

As the carriage stopped, you were right in front of your shop. Refurbished from your father’s old workshop. It was beautiful now. Adorned with many windows so customers could see the gorgeous handmade pieces you crafted. 

The door opened for you, and you yawned fictitiously as you were helped out of the carriage. 

“I’m gonna call it a night, okay?” You smiled at the men as you stepped toward your shop. “Sorry, don’t mean to put you on guard duty this early, but I’m kind of tired.”

Yes, the Military Police were tasked with watching over you. When you said it’s time for sleep, that meant it was time for one of them to guard the front of the shop, and the other to guard the rear. 

“Goodnight guys.” You reached into your bag and handed each of them a large bill.

It was the only way you could ever gain an ounce of autonomy in your life. Pay off the guards, and they loosen your leash a bit. Meaning, you do what you do, and they don’t ask questions. Be it inside or outside of the shop. They were your alibi. You were here all night according to them. So long as you didn’t leave Mitras of course.

It wasn’t one of those going out type nights though. No, tonight you were staying in.

As you entered your shop the smell of roses filled your senses. It was nice. Bolts of fabric lined the walls. Mannequins dressed to the nines, and your little workshop in the back behind a closed door so no one had to see what a mess you really were.

You’d draw the thick black curtains of your shop together to give yourself some privacy. Okay, your father said he built a tunnel under his workshop so that he could sneak a woman who didn’t love him up here and hold her captive. With that knowledge this shop didn’t seem quite as homey anymore. 

Obviously the tunnel had to be in your back room. You began to head in that direction. It was the only place that- your thoughts stopped abruptly as your foot walked against something hollow in the flooring. No way you walked through this hall thousands of times and never noticed. Why in the hallway? 

You pulled back the rug and still found nothing remarkable about the floor. It wasn’t until you tapped your foot again that you were sure. You grabbed a pair of shears from a nearby table and placed it in between the cracks. Slowly it lifted, but not just one board, it was a cutout big enough for a person, and a ladder that led into a dark tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Underground : 7:48pm

It seemed like you were descending for hours, though it wasn’t even close to that long. The smell got worse and worse as you lowered. The underground was not for the faint of heart, clearly. 

Your black heels settled onto the craggily floor, and you were in complete pitch blackness. Your hands pressed against the walls, and only one side felt different, wooden. 

You pushed it forward, and that stench hit you like a thousand sand bags. It was awful. As you pushed it more, you stepped in. You were in a room from what it looked like. Damn, you should have brought some candles with you because it was hard to see. 

You would be absolutely beside yourself if you climbed all the way up for some candles, so you figured making a quick trip to the market wouldn’t be too bad. They had markets down here, right?

One of your hands clutched your bag packed full of essentials for your first trip underground. The other hand felt around for a doorknob. Didn’t take too long to find it. You’d twist and walk out into the city of forgotten souls for the first time.

It was so vastly different from Mitras up above. The people down here seemed kind of to themselves. Mean scowls on their faces and ready to act at the drop of a hat. 

“Hey!” One man yelled to you. “The exotic lookin’ broad!”

“Hi.” You said nervously, walking in the opposite direction.

“What’s in the bag?” Another stepped in front of you.

“Fancy clothes.” One laughed in an eerie manner that caused your blood to run cold.

“Thanks.” You smiled quickly and attempted to walk past him.

The first man’s arm stopped you and pushed you into the wall. His hand tracing your waist down to your hips. “You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were fierce like a woman who no longer had the option of flight. “Get the fuck away from me!” 

The screech of metal piercing stone sounded and you looked above. A man with blonde hair was swinging by with ODM gear. 

“Whoa! Looks like that girl’s in trouble.” Furlan looked over at you. His eyes narrowing as he’d never seen anyone like you down here before. 

You were like a diamond peeking out from the dirt. Your masterpiece of an outfit was a stark contrast to the world around you. Your eyes were quite the trap, able to lure anyone in with just a glance. A testament to your strange mystique.

“We should help.”

“Not our problem.��� The uninterested voice of Levi spoke. Yes, not his problem and yet his curiosity couldn’t help but look back not once, but twice. Who the hell?

As the man pulled you closer, a voice sounded behind him. “Let her go. She doesn’t want it. You don’t take no for an answer?” 

As your head tilted a bit to the side, you saw the sandy blonde hair of Furlan, followed by his big blue eyes and a smug grin.

“Leave.” He speaks again, voice like ice.

The man in front of you snarls, shoving you aside. You stumble, catching yourself against the wall. “Think you can tell us what to do? You don’t even belong over here. This ain’t your business.”

“We’re making it our business.” Furlan speaks again.

Levi hops in beside him, he pulls out a blade, twirling it lazily in his hand. “I don’t have the patience for this.”

The gang doesn’t take the hint. They charge. The fight is swift and brutal—a blur of blades and limbs. You press yourself against the wall, heart pounding, as the two strangers dispatch the men with terrifying efficiency. Seemed like it was over in an instant, but you could still describe every brutal second of it.

The sandy haired man wiped his blade clean on the gang leader’s shirt. “Still think you’re tough?” He turns to you, smiling softly. “You alright?”

You nod, hands trembling as they clutch your bag. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Where ya from?” Furlan follows up.

“Hmm, how about- far enough to keep you curious, but close enough to make it dangerous.” You make a joke to cut the tension.

“We don’t have time for this.” Levi spoke. “The MP’s are still on us.”

Your eyes widened, “The MP’s? Wait!” You held your hand out as the two were getting ready to take off.

This wasn't good. Not all MP's were paid off by you so you could wander the streets of Mitras. That being said, even those that were wouldn't hesitate to drag you back topside and snitch if they saw you down here. This was no place for a woman of nobility.

“What?” Levi’s sharp eyes cut in your direction.

“Take me with you, please. I’ll pay you. I can’t get caught.” You rose the bag in your hand, “I stole and I’ll b- ah!”

You let out a sharp squeak as your little spiel was cut short from Levi grabbing your wrist. He’d then hoist you up with surprising ease and take off. Pretty strong for a man of this stature.

Your arms were holding on around his neck for dear life. He fires his ODM gear and the world tilts as you’re suddenly airborne, soaring above the streets.

The wind whips past your face, and for a moment, terror grips you. You clutch Levi tightly, your arms wrapping even more snug around his neck as you bury your face against his shoulder. You tremble, both from fear and exhilaration. The underground spreads out below you. It’s a sprawling maze of shadows and ruins, but from up here, it almost looks beautiful.

Despite the grime and decay, there’s something mesmerizing about the view. The flicker of torchlight, the distant murmur of voices, the labyrinthine alleys that twist and turn like veins beneath the city. It’s awful, yes, but it’s alive. Something stimulating to the eyes that you’d never seen beyond your cage in Mitras up above.

Levi doesn’t say a word as he swings between buildings, his movements smooth and practiced. But you can feel the tension in his frame, the careful control he exerts over every motion. You hold on tighter, feeling a strange rush of euphoria as the two of you glide through the air.

“Wow.” Your voice is soft. It’s as if you were able to pluck the beauty from this unsightly town.

You feel your body jerk as Levi lands on the ground. He releases you, and you feel dizzy as you release him too. Hard to get your footing actually.

“You good?” Furlan asks with his eyebrows upturned with a tinge of worry. 

“I am.” You reach inside your bag and grab some bills you brought with you. You’d give one to each of them. “Thanks for that.”

“Wait, you’re really giving us this much just to get away from the MP’s?” Furlan’s eyes amplify.

You didn’t really think it was all that much, but perhaps it was for the service provided? 

“Inside. Quickly.” Levi rushed the two of you as he placed the fresh crisp bill in his pocket.

You step into the dimly lit room, your eyes adjusting to the shadows. The place is sparse but clean. There’s a small table with mismatched chairs, a worn couch, and a collection of neatly stacked papers sitting atop a makeshift desk. It’s utilitarian, yet it feels lived in. The faint scent of leather and ink lingers in the air, mixing with the smell of bleach and water.

Furlan closes the door behind you. “You’ll be safe here.”

“Thank you.” You smile softly, smoothing the fabric of your gown. 

The black velvet feels out of place in such a worn down space, but you carry yourself with practiced poise, aware of how closely both men are watching you.

Levi crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. His gaze hasn’t softened even a little bit. “Why are the MP’s really after you?”

You hesitate, considering your words carefully. “I don’t leave home much, and there was a bag I saw just sitting there... It’s complicated.”

“That’s an understatement.” Furlan mutters, glancing at your gown. “You stand out like a sore thumb.”

You force a smile. “Yes, the reason I stay inside so much.”

Silence stretches between you until you clear your throat. “Do you mind if I stay for a few hours? Just until the MP’s are gone. I’ll cook and clean.”

Furlan raises an eyebrow. “Cook?”

You nod. “I have ingredients. I was going to use them for myself, but…” You shrug. “It’s the least I can do.”

Levi exchanges a glance with Furlan, then nods once. “Fine, but don’t touch anything else.”

You set to work, tying your curls back with a silk ribbon before gathering your supplies. Fresh vegetables, herbs, and spices. All virtually unknown treasures in the underground. The vibrant colors of the produce seem almost otherworldly in this dim space. You move with practiced efficiency, chopping, stirring, and seasoning with care, the rhythm of cooking soothing your nerves.

The scent of the meal fills the room, drawing Furlan closer. He watches you with open curiosity, leaning against the table as you work.

“Where did you get all this?” He asks, his tone incredulous. “These don’t have a speck of mold, and none of them are squishy from being rotten.

You smile faintly. “I grow what I can. It’s a little hobby of mine.”

“Underground?” The blonde follows up, a wave of shock in his voice.

You shrug. “I told you I’m a shut in. I get a lot done at home. Sometimes all you need is a touch of care.”

Levi watches you silently, his expression unreadable. He doesn’t trust you at all. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you act, the items you possess. It’s all too perfect to be from slums like this. 

“I probably should have asked earlier, but what are your names?” You look up from the boiling food with curiosity.

“Furlan Church.” The man grins widely. “And that’s Levi.”

“Oh.” You nod, “Nice to meet you. My name is-”

“On your bag, right?” Levi cut’s you off. 

You move to grab the bag that’s on the table and sure enough there is your name on a steel plate attached to the bag. Fancy.

“The bag you stole from the MP’s has your name on it?” Levi’s voice cuts with suspicion. 

“Of course not.” You roll your eyes, “I wasn’t talking about the bag I’m carrying my things in. I was talking about the bag of money inside the large bag.”

It was quick thinking on your part. You definitely were talking about the larger bag that you completely forgot was encrusted with your name. Shit! You just knew this Levi guy wasn’t going to forget that either.

You’d reach for some bowls and set them down at the table as you prepared to serve the dinner. The aroma was so nice. It was like absolutely nothing else in this world.

“You guys are really good with that ODM gear, huh?” You brought the pot over to the table using oven mitts. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some lessons?”

Furlan rose an eyebrow, “You wanna learn?”

“Could be fun.” You grinned.

“If it’s just for fun then you don’t need to learn.” The dark haired man took a seat at the table, his eyes practically burning a hole into you.

“I say fun, but really it’d be an escape.” You put the pot back and joined the two men at the table. “Let’s just say I never get out much because the door to my house is locked from the outside. You understand?”

Furlan was scratching his head on that one. “Not… really?”

“I get it, but I don’t know you, and I’m not gonna teach someone I don’t trust.” 

Damn, Levi was straight to the point, though the tension did ease as the men took their first bites of food. 

Furlan’s eyes widened. “This is incredible. You really grow your own vegetables down here?”

You offer a cryptic smile. “Anything is possible.”

They eat in silence for a while, savoring each bite. You watch them carefully, noting the way Furlan devours his meal with enthusiasm, while Levi eats with quiet precision. The contrast between them is striking, yet there’s an unspoken bond between the two that speaks to years of trust and shared hardship.

As the meal winds down, Furlan leans back with a contented sigh. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal that good.” 

“Really?” You smile, “Well allow me to extend my courtesy a bit further. I did say I would cook and clean.”

You’d collect the empty bowls from the men and place it into the sink. 

Levi watches you with a critical eye as if he is just waiting for you to miss a spot, and strangely, you don’t. Far be it for him to say someone's cleaning is on par with his… but maybe. 

You wipe down the table and wash the dishes. Sweep, mop, clean the baseboards, dust and wipe down all surfaces. It smells fresh in here.

As you are finishing the last bit of cleaning your fingers brush against a folded map on the desk. Curiosity piqued, you open it. It’s a plan for a heist- routes, schedules, and escape points marked in ink.

Your brows furrow. “This is just sloppy work.”

Furlan stands up from his seat. “Excuse me?”

You trace a route with your finger. “You’re planning a heist, yeah? You’re going to get caught here.”

Levi steps closer, peering over your shoulder. His gaze sharpens, and you can feel the weight of his scrutiny.

You continue, “The patrols overlap. But if you adjust your timing…” You grab a pen and make a quick correction, drawing a cleaner path. “You’ll avoid them entirely.”

“Who taught you that?” The shorter man asks with that deep scepticism in the back of his tone.

“No one.” You shrug lightly. “It’s just common sense.”

Furlan chuckles. “Common sense, huh? Well, you’ve got a sharp mind.”

Levi doesn’t laugh, but you catch a small glimpse of something. Approval maybe in his eyes?  He takes the map from you and studies your corrections silently.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks less skeptical and more curious.

“Not exactly, but I know how to plan.”

You turn to them both. “I could help you. Be your formulator. In exchange, you teach me how to use the ODM gear.”

Furlan grins. “Deal.”

Levi doesn’t look convinced. “We’ll see. After the plan goes through.”

You nod, slightly frustrated it’s not an instant yes. “That’s fair. I will be back here after the heist. If it’s a success, which it will be, then you teach me. If it goes left… then, fuck it, rob me.”

“We’re not gonna rob you.” Furlan laughs.

Levi on the other hand was not joking at all. His expression remained the same. A bit unsettling. Yeah, it seemed like robbing you wasn’t off the table. 

“See you in a couple days. Thanks for the hideout.” You say with a gratuitous smile.

It was time to resurface now. You had no idea what time it was as the concept of said thing seemed to fade down here. Was it still night? Was it morning? The walk back to your secret shack wasn’t too far. If you hurry, maybe you won’t get harassed this time!

Shop : 4:49am : Mitras

It’d been hours you spent in the underground, and now you were able to slip out unseen. The dark rooted town faded below you as you made your way back to the surface. Your tunnel remained undiscovered, and you emerged in your shop without a soul noticing. A sigh of relief.

Your hand grabbed onto the hanging latch that was used to shut the door behind you, and pushed it open. It was like a breath of fresh air, but you still had the stench of the underground laced all throughout your clothes.

The gown comes off as you head for the bath. The fabric carefully folded away. You wash the grime from your skin, each stroke of the cloth wiping away the memory of the underground. The tension in your shoulders slowly eases, but your mind keeps wandering back to the two men you left behind.

As you sit in the warm lavender scented bath, your thoughts linger on Levi and Furlan. Their world is so different from yours, yet you find yourself drawn to it. You learned nothing about your family, but you found something else. A spark of something you can’t quite name.

Perhaps the underground had a little more for you than unearthing the past. 

[jillsandwhichs]

What we Gain/Book 1/Chapter 3, Spring Cleaning

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Summary: The Levi squad goes to the very old Survey Corps/Scouts HQ. Reason being to learn more about Eren and his Titan ability. But first, cleaning time

WC: 3.2k

Rating: Mature/Gore/Smut

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Vera was trotting at a slow pace for you. The heat today was unbearable. The sunshine seemed to be beaming primarily on you. What have you done to be subjected to such torture? You hate the Sun and it's heat; You are much more a fan of Winter and snow. Just like yesterday everyone but you seems to be fine with it. You need to grow up, seriously.

Your horse was riding beside Levi's and everyone else was in front of the both of you. Eren even managed to use a horse properly and somehow better than Gunther who can't seem to ever keep Percy in check. Petra, Eld and Oulo were talking amongst themselves with Eren. You even seen Oulo speak to Eren which was surprising but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Captain, are there any set in orders for us once we reach the castle?" "We're going to deep clean every room we plan to use, even extras. We'll play it by ear after that." You gave him a firm nod. Seems like a good plan for now.

Just from where you all are, you could spot the castle off in the distance. It was just as Petra described. It's large and tall with cobblestone and brick surrounding the whole thing. It was a metallic color with tints of blue and white on it. You were excited. According to Oulo, it was once a place of royalty and high honor. You were never wealthy growing up so this'll be your first time ever in a place that was once ran by a monarchy.

"It's huge!" "Thank you Captain obvious." Oulo said to you. You scoffed. "Leave me be." "We get it, you grew up poor, you're an adult now so get used to new experiences." Oulo added on. You and him never fully got along. He's more a dick than Levi. Levi glared at Oulo. "Oulo." "Yes Captain?" "Don't talk to her like that." You then looked to Levi. You were confused. Anytime Oulo teases you, Levi ignores it or tells you to both stuff it.

Oulo just mumbled to himself and kept trotting forwards.

"You can't let him get to you." "I know." "Don't let some dumbass affect your pleasant work performance." Levi added. "I won't." You reassured him. Levi looked you up and down and nodded. He looked forward again and surpassed the entire group. "Put your horses up and rendezvous near the North entrance." He shouted out before having Lee ride off fast with him.

North entrance, got it.

-

You got off of Vera and hitched her to one of the countless wooden fences surrounding the area. She'd be good and stay there just for now. Once the stables are cleared out you can put her there. You turned to your right and saw Petra & Oulo speaking to each other and Eren was just a short distance in front of them. Gunther and Eld must've went off somewhere else, possibly to where Levi went.

You fed Vera a quick snack and adjusted her saddle. You don't want her to be uncomfortable. Vera is all you have, honestly.

Eventually, you were all at the North entrance and that was where Levi was. "I think I only told her but to the rest of you as well, it's cleaning time. Grab a broom or a rag and find a room. Get to it." Everyone groaned (Other than you and Eren) but they all proceeded to listen and do as the captain said. "And grab a handkerchief to cover your face, there are some inside near the entry."

Levi waited for all of you to enter in first. He wasn't wrong, this place definitely needs cleaned. "God." Eld coughed and tied the white cloth around his face. "Captain wasn't kidding." Eld then grabbed a rag and made his way to a random room.

Everyone sort of separated and found their own ways of cleaning. You planned to sweep, you're great at it. You picked up a handkerchief and tried to tie it around your face but your efforts were futile. You just couldn't get it to tie. "Ugh." You groaned, trying even harder but simply not being able to. "How is it that you make it into the scouts, getting on my team at that and yet, you can't tie a rag?" Levi teased you while walking up from behind you.

"I'm sorry Sir, my fingers just can't get it through it's loop." You tried it once more but each time the rag faltered. "Here, let me." Levi hummed. You let go and allowed him to tie it for you. His fingers worked the thick cloth skillfully and he tied it off tightly. "There. It won't fall off." "Thank you Levi." You said softly. You were grateful for his help. He looked you up and down. "Your thigh harnesses are loose." "What?" You looked down. Shit, they are loose.

You kneeled down and began to fix them.

"Get to cleaning right after that." "Yes Sir!" You replied loudly.

-

It's been about an hour. You swept about six rooms. Most were sleeping quarters and the other two were random rooms that could be used for anything. You find peace in cleaning. It is a calming chore for you. You can't help but hum a tune to yourself as you sweep. For a little bit, you wiped down the windows from the inside but Levi and Oulo were already doing that their selves. Sweeping it is.

The dust collected onto the bristles of the broom and onto the dustpan. It was pretty dirty on this floor. You occasionally found yourself coughing and needing a breath of fresh air. According to Levi, this place has been out of use for a few years now which answers the question as to why it's so putrid.

You ran your fingers through your hair and pulled it into a low ponytail. It kept getting in your face and it was a bother. As you did this, Petra walked in. "Hey Petra." "Hi! How is your cleaning coming along?" "Fine. Yours?" "I'm almost done. Captain told me to do some yard work since I finished in here." "That's good. More orders are always the best orders." You joked and that earned a giggle out of you.

"How do you feel about this kid Eren?" "I don't know. I haven't spoken to him much." "Same. He seems alright, but I'm still nervous." "Me too Petra, me too." You nodded, sticking your head out of the window to breathe in some nice smelling breezy air. "I heard Levi gave him a real beating. Is that right?" "He did. It was brutal. Eren forgave him though." "That's sweet, I think?" Petra laughed. "That makes Eren seem even weirder." "Tell me about it."

Petra stood up and stretched. "Well I'll leave you to it. Best of luck." "Thanks Petra." "See you later." "Bye."

She then left to continue with her work.

Shortly after Petra left, Levi came in. He seemed to have an irritated look on his face. Someone must've set him off. "Hello." You said kindly, sweeping up the last bit of dirt off of the floor. "Hey." Levi scanned the room. "It's a pleasure to see you can actually clean unlike the others." Levi scoffed to himself. He's clearly disappointed. "How did Eren do?" "How do you think?" That answered it for you.

You chuckled and looked at him. "If it's that much of a bother I don't mind cleaning after the others. Cleaning is kind of a safe haven." You said softly. Those words were a key to Levi's heart. He's a clean freak too. He hates messes and disgusting people. People who lack manners are his main pet peeve. A small smirk tugged on his lips but he played it off as if it were nothing. "I appreciate your offer but Eren and Eld but be the ones to clean it up; It is their job."

So it was Eren and Eld. What a surprise that Oulo wasn't topped off on that list.

"Understood." You gave him a nod. "How many rooms did you clean." "Seven now." "Take a break then." Levi sighed deeply, removing his handkerchief. "I can actually breathe in here. Well done." Levi praised you. That meant so much. Any appraisal from the captain is sacred. You remember the first time he gave you a real compliment.

You had taken down Gunther in a hand to hand training session with ease. You remember his face when Gunther hit the ground, hard. Not even Petra could pull it off, hence why she's ranked the lowest in that section. Once the training session had concluded, Levi went up to you and placed a hand on your back as he helped you up onto your horse (You were going for a ride).

"Good job on getting Gunther down. Someone had to put him in his place." "Thank you." You then rode off for a good hour or so. That entire ride, his words replayed in your mind. Ever since, he's complimented you from time to time and you can recall just about each one. He's sweet when he wants to be.

You snapped the memory from your head.

"Is there anything you want me to do? I can help Petra with the yard work." "No. She's fine. If you want to do something, meet me near the dining hall in an hour. I'd like to make tea for us all. Hange will be here later tonight, by the way." "Wonderful. I miss her. Sure, see you in an hour then." He snorted at your words. "Miss her? How can anyone miss that freak?" Leon spurred to himself whilst walking out of the room.

He just doesn't get it.

-

An hour later, just as Levi said. You stepped down the creaky staircase and saw Levi pulling chairs off of the now cleansed tables. They were all stacked onto the tables when the floors had to be swept and mopped. Your hand dragged off of the railing as you slowly ambled over towards him. Levi looked over to you. He lost his breath for a second but you were unclear as to why. Maybe he's catching a cold.

He cleared his throat and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Can you start up the tea?" "Yeah, of course." You smiled. Your eyes went to right beside you were the doorway to the kitchen was. "How many cups?" "Seven please." "Alright." You entered the kitchen to begin the tea.

Before you came down to Levi, you changed. Maybe that was what caught his attention. You're still wearing your gear but you took your jacket off and put on a tighter shirt. The other one got stained and you felt unprofessional wearing it. You hate wearing this gear all day but it's prohibited not to. Wearing casual clothes feels even weirder though and rarely do you do so.

You poured the heated water into each mug and set the Jasmine tea into each one afterwards. The tea smelled amazing and you can't wait to sip on it. While it heats up and marinates, you'll help Levi out with whatever else he needs.

You exited the kitchen area and pulled the final chair off of the table. "We really cleaned this place up, huh?" "It was really only me, you and Gunther. I guess Petra too, she did good outside." "Nice to hear. She's a hard worker, don't you think?" "I suppose." Levi raised an eyebrow. "You know I am surprised Petra even speaks to you?" What does he mean by that. "Wait, what? How come?" Fear was evident in your tone. Does she secretly hate you???

"Nothing major. I just remember when you first joined she told me she was scared of you. She said it again more recently after you screamed at Eld for eating the final biscuit." Levi snorted. "Scared? Of me? But why?" You were dazed by this. You've always been so sweet to her. You are just a girl, not a threat. Especially not to any of the Levi squad, even Oulo as much as he engages you. "It isn't far of a stretch. You come off as mean sometimes." "I do?" Now you're even more puzzled.

This is a new revelation. You've tried your best to be a sweet girl. You hate coming off as bitchy. "It's nothing personal. You're just strong and very will powered. That kind of head strong attitude will intimidate someone, take it from me." Levi leaned against the wooden beam supporting the floor above you. "You don't think I'm mean?" "I've never felt that way-no. You've always came off as generous and kind, a bit more than you should be in this line of work." What a back handed compliment that was.

"I'm mean to Oulo... Maybe I should tone it down." "Don't. The runt deserves it." Levi shook his head. "You're right." You tittered, crossing your arms. The silence between the two of you was somehow loud and deafening at the same time. The eye contact between you two was different too. It felt like if you pulled your eyes away, he'd disappear. Did he feel the same? Your stomach twisted and you felt your face heating up. Levi does weird things to you.

You remembered the tea.

"I should go see if the tea is ready." "Yep." Levi cleared his throat. "I'll go get the others then. Thanks for uhm, helping." Levi nodded. "Anytime." You gave him a quick smile before heading back into the kitchen.

Why was that encounter son awkward yet so adrenaline inducing? Your heart is beating at a rapid rate. Him calling you kind and generous wasn't just it. It was also how he looked at you. He doesn't gaze at Petra like that. Hell, he's gotten on her for looking at him for to long yet he maintains eye contact with you? Maybe he's just having a better day. You don't know but Levi has always seemed to be different with you. That, you've noticed.

Each cup of tea was warm and ready. You took a quick sip and melted in it. It tasted good and was the perfect temp. Only picking up two mugs at a time, you had to take a few trips back and forth to even get them placed at the dining table. Once they all were though, everyone showed up and took their places. Eren seemed happy to finally have a moment of relaxation. Boy will he learn quick...

You sat down by Levi. He was at the end head of the table and you were to his left. He took a swig and nodded before whispering to you. "Lovely. Thank you." Two for two today! Meeting his expectations in cleaning and tea. This is a home run.

-

After a bit of talking, you heard Hange on the other side of the main door. "Ow!" She shouted with a cackle. "Hange." You whispered to yourself and smiled. Levi just slurped some of his tea. Petra was quick to let her in. "I'm sorry. Good evening team Levi!" She said happily whilst waving. "Hange, hey." You whispered. She smirked at you. You two are very close. She's your day one.

"How is castle life treating everyone?" Her words are adorable. "You're too early." Levi said in a dreadful voice. "Am I? Suppose I couldn't help myself." Hange replied while she stepped over to the one and only-Eren. "Section Commander Hange?" Eren stuttered out and looked over at her. Your eyes wandered to Levi and he was looking at you. You gave him a slight grin but he just went back to looking at Hange and Eren. Weird.

"Hello Eren. In the event you haven't pieced it together yet it's my job to lead the scout regiments research efforts." Here we go...

Everyone at the table remained quiet as Hange and Eren conversed. This is going to be so fucking long. You just laughed to yourself. Once Eren asked that forbidden question, you couldn't help but giggle. "Have a nice night Eren and Hange." You waved goodbye as the entire Levi squad left the room. There was no way you'd be sitting through that "lovely" conversation again as you had to when you first joined her squad those two years ago.

-

You are glad Hange showed up and it gave you all an excuse to leave and do your own thing. You are exhausted. All that riding and cleaning, it wears you out. Petra and Eld decided to sleep in the upstairs chambers (Separate rooms, of course) Gunther and Oulo took the East side chambers and you & Levi took the lowest floor. Each floor and section had one to three rooms, that's why everyone was spread out.

"Goodnight Petra, get your beauty sleep." You chortled. "You too!" She then closed her door. You walked her to her room because funnily enough, she hates dark hallways and Eld is too much of a ditz to help her. You began to make your way back down to the lowest floor. It wasn't the actual lowest but it was the lowest with sleeping quarters in it. There are two floors below it.

You pushed open the door and saw Levi leaving his room. "Hey Levi." You didn't even really mean to say that. It just sort of came out. "Hey." He stopped, holding a glass of tea. "Sorry if my tea wasn't as good." You chuckled, referencing his new glass. "It was. Don't worry. I'm just an addict." He joked. You smiled and nodded. "So I've noticed." You've never seen Levi out of uniform and in resting clothes. He looks great. Very handsome.

He's just wearing a long sleeve white shirt with black pants. You are wearing a beige sweater with pants. It gets cold here at night.

"Any plans for tomorrow? For us?" "I'm playing it by ear." "Gotcha." You kept your arms crossed. "You always ask me that." "What?" " "Any plans for tomorrow?" I've noticed you ask me that often." "Is it an issue?" "No. I like it. It shows me you care about your work." "I really do." "I know." Levi hummed in response. It's good to know he acknowledges your hard efforts. "You're different than the other members. You're always on your A game." "Thank you Captain." You blushed.

Levi scoffed to himself before letting out a low chuckle. "Excuse me but this is bothering me." He ambled to you and reached his hand behind your neck, tugging the tag of your sweater in. You snickered and thanked him. "I would've never noticed." His fingers grazed against your neck slowly as he dropped his arm to his side. "Yeah." He said softly, looking into your eyes.

As you gazed back into his brown orbs, you bit your lip. It was unintentional. Levi just makes you go crazy. Admittedly, you are crazy about him. You two have hit it off rather well. He's different with you despite it not being very professional.

"I hope you rest well." He spoke. "You too Levi." "Night. "Goodnight." You replied and he then walked back into his room and you did the same.

[brattyjo]

SUGARDADDY!REINER

cw: 18+ MDNI! (yall seen the title, dont play dumb)

summary: reiner as your sugar daddy, detailed nsfw routines

— forehead kisses

— butterfly and wet open-mouthed kisses on your neck

— nibbles on your ear

— plays with your hair

✦ asks you how’s your day while you are sat on his lap

✦ always let’s you pick the tie he’s gonna wear before going to work in the morning. it’s basically your job to do his tie and he never fails to get a hard-on every single time you do it.

✦ calls you in the middle of the day just to tell you how much he misses you and the way you feel around his cock while he’s at work.

✦ wraps his arms around you and drowns you with his kisses the moment he gets home.

"Did my little doll miss her daddy?”

loves it when you massage his temples while he grinds you up and down the tent of his bulging boxers to the point that the head of his cock slips out and meets your clothed needy cunt, your soaking panties being the only barrier between you two.

doesn’t cuddle, he prefers you seated on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you while watching your favorite tv shows or him just doing work-at-home paperworks as you try your best not to move around and squirm too much+

"behave unless you don’t plan on cumming tonight.”

★ is a menace in the sheets, but could go soft and slow when you ask him to.

★ his favorite position is you under him, but you both know that he cums faster when you ride him.

★ could go on for hours and hours, but it’s you who needs rest and sometimes passes out from overstimulation and pleasure.

🪞

˗ˏˋmirrors.. did I mention that man loves to watch himself fuck you on his bed in the big ass mirror of his room that he bought just for that reason? he needs to see your face when he’s giving you the best backshots of your life.´ˎ˗

★ missionary so you two can continue arguing about the guy from your class who keeps on lingering around you+

"he doesn’t like me! he just needed some notes and lectures that he missed because of his injuries.”

…

“oh I bet, doll. and the only injury that little shit’s gonna get is my fist in his punchable face.”

“he’s a twink!!”

“Jaëger’s lil brother is not gay.

tell him gone or I will.”

❥ loves to tease you with how needy you are+

"beg for it, doll.”

“tell me how bad you need it.”

"what was that? you want my cock?—where? c’mon use your mouth, slut.”

🎀

takes off your panties with his teeth before diving into your soaking cunt, his big arms caging around your thighs. handprints that will definitely leave marks you love to send him pictures of when he’s away.

★ loves it when you give him head as if his dick is the only left thing in the world and his cum is water in the desert (his words).

★ fucks you senselessly until you gush over and over, bed is soaked and his goal is to make you squirt; which you did three times.

★ rolls his hip into you faster when he sees your legs shaking from pleasure.

🛌

ends the night with you screaming his name and his cum painting your insides white. he fills you up soo good that seeing it leak out of your hole makes your heart ache+

fucks it back into you slowly until he cums again and doesn’t pull out for awhile, you are both crazy with the feeling of him inside you.

🛁

showers with you and you both clean each other, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he dries your hair with a towel.

loves to rail you in his bathroom, your back against the wall as he pummels his cock in and out of your cunt. your legs hanging in the air with his arms hooked under them for support.

🌃

sleeps only with his boxers so he can easily slip his cock inside your wet cunt in the middle of the night.

🌤️

loves to wake you up in the morning with his head locked between your thighs as he eats you out for breakfast.

grabs a handful of your ass before rubbing his half-hard dick between them while you’re making breakfast.

🧺

makes out with you while doing laundry.

bends you over and pulls down your underwear only to have his fingers fuck you instead of his cock. his big fingers alone are godly enough, but you’re desperate for his cock+

“you know how it goes—“

“words, doll. need’a hear’em.”

🥘

loves to rub his hard-on behind you while you do the dishes.

🧸

makes you beg for his cock until you cry when you’re being a brat.

secretly loves it when you’re being naughty by not wearing any underwear, your naked figure being the only thing underneath his sky blue lacoste that is three times bigger than you.

📲

makes you ride his cock while you try to explain the previous lecture to Eren on the phone (that guy doesn’t just get the message)

"aah— umm yes! I sent it to Armin, ca\~l#*?¥—"

“sorry? I didn’t get that last part. Are you okay?”

“Eren! I need to g-go.. bad cramps! and phone’s uu-hh dying aa—“

**line cuts off**

“ohmygod yes! fuck me daddy!!”