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[big-trouble-in-little-eldia]

A deep dive into AO3′s Bertolt Hoover shipping tags

I got bored and I like making lists and excel sheets, so I went ahead and mined all the data from the various Bertholdt relationships that exist on AO3. The resulting statistics and graphs are quite interesting, so I want to share them!

To start, I went to AO3′s tag search page, searched for every ship that contains Bertholdt OR Bertolt, picked the Relationship category, selected Canon and Non-Canon, and sorted by chronological ascending so that they would show up in the order in which they were created.

Then, I went ahead and collected the following data: 

The canonical ship name

Characters involved

Type (romantic or platonic)

Genders involved

Number of characters in the ship

Number of fics in the tag

The order in which they were created

A link to the works and tag page

The number of G, T, M, E, and Not Rated fics

In doing so, I ignored synonym ships. Half of all of Bertholdt’s current 525 ship tags are variations on Reiner/Bertholdt. I’ve only catalogued the canon tag, or if that was missing, the most canon spelling.

Then, I went ahead and created some tables to count totals and other numbers that seemed interesting.

Important to note is that the total number of fics isn’t an accurate sum of total fics that are on the archive. For example, if a single fic is tagged with both “Armin Arlert/Bertolt Hoover” and “Armin Arlert & Bertolt Hoover”, then this fic will represent itself twice in the data. The numbers are more to be taken as relative: how many fics contain this ship tag and how does that compare to other ships?

I went with ships because these are the easiest way to ensure that the fic is at least a little bit about Bertholdt. Most fics that tag him have him in the background or he doesn’t even show up in them. When at least one relationship with him is tagged, the odds that he’s relevant in the fic increase by a lot. The number of fics that have him as a main character but that don’t tag him in any relationships is rather insignificant, so this is the best way to go through Bertholdt fics and collect some data.

You can find the full sheet here. Data was captured on the 8th of January 2023. The newest ship tag at the time was Bertolt Hoover/Onyankopon and I will likely not update these stats since it’s quite a bit of work. Unless some really bad life decisions lead me to still be in this fandom in five years and data has shifted enough to see an evolution.

Find the full sheet with data here.

Let’s go through the data!

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Number of fics

When sorted by size, these are the ships with the most fics:

Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover (2666)

Bertolt Hoover/Annie Leonhart (465)

Bertolt Hoover/You (310)

Reiner Braun & Bertolt Hoover (300)

Reiner Braun & Bertolt Hoover & Annie Leonhart (275)

Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover/Annie Leonhart (125)

Armin Arlert/Bertolt Hoover (75)

Bertolt Hoover & Annie Leonhart (63)

Bertolt Hoover/Eren Yeager (61)

Bertolt Hoover/Original Character(s) (59)

Bertolt Hoover/Jean Kirstein (58)

Marco Bott/Bertolt Hoover (55)

Bertolt Hoover & Reader (40)

Armin Arlert & Bertolt Hoover (32)

Sasha Blouse/Bertolt Hoover (30)

Reiner Braun & Pieck Finger & Marcel Galliard & Porco Galliard & Bertolt Hoover & Annie Leonhart (29)

Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover/Reader (25)

Mikasa Ackerman/Bertolt Hoover (23)

Porco Galliard/Bertolt Hoover (23)

Bertolt Hoover/Ymir (20)

Not unexpected that RBA ships and reader ships are at the top, considering the former has always been popular and the latter is a large trend at the moment. 

I was surprised that Bertholdt/Armin is the largest rarepair considering that when I first got into this ship in September of 2020, there were about 20 fics in this tag and over half of them were either crack, didn’t contain them, or had them as background characters. It’s nice to see it boom!

Ships with Eren, Jean, and Marco are one of the first Bertholdt ship tags to be created on AO3. They used to be popular in the early days but are quieter in recent years due to a shift in character spotlight.

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Characters

Ships

The following graph shows how many Bertholdt ships each character is a part of.

Reiner, Annie, Marco, Jean, Eren, Marcel, Armin, and Reader take up the top spots for characters who appear in the most ships.

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Fics ‎

When you bring in how many fics are tagged with a ship containing each character, the view becomes quite skewed.

Because of the sheer number of Reiner/Bertholdt fics, Reiner racks in 3530 fics, representing 65,8% of all Bertholdt fics. Annie comes in second at 996 fics or 18,4% and Reader is third with 310 or 5,7% of fics.

To give a more representative overview of the other ships, Reiner, Annie, and Reader’s data were removed from this graph.

Armin (122 fics), Jean (115 fics), Marco (106), and Eren (100) are notably higher than the rest.

In the second grouped tier, we have Porco (63), OC (58), Marcel (54), Sasha (48), Pieck (41), Ymir (41), and Mikasa (27). 

In the third, we have Erwin (17), Connie (14), Historia (10), Levi (7), Gabi (5), Colt (4), Hange (4), Zeke (3), The Colossal Titan (2), and Mina (2).

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Romantic vs Platonic

The table shows some interesting data. Let’s look at that as graphs.

An interesting number when it comes down to ships: 41,6% of all ships on AO3 are platonic ships (&) and 58,4% are romantic (/). However, this also shows that the number of ships can deviate wildly from the number of fics:

If you look at the bulk of fics that are associated with a romantic Bertholdt ship, suddenly that number becomes 16,7% platonic vs 83,3% romantic.

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Fic Rating

A fic can only have one rating. There are five ratings available:

G, or General Audiences, for fics that can be read by anyone

T, or Teens and Up, for fics that contain slightly more mature themes

M, or Mature, for fics that contain mature themes or mild sexual content

E, or Explicit, for fics that contain explicit sexual content, violence, or gore

Not Rated, for when the author doesn’t think the fic fits neatly within one category and they leave it open

For every ship, I went ahead and counted how many fics there are in each category. Check out the full sheet for every ship’s percentages.

First off, the number of ships that have at least one fic per rating. For example, G’s 50 means that 50 different ships have at least one fic that is rated G.

Interestingly enough, E is the most represented rating among the differing ships, followed by T, then M, G, and Not Rated. But the statistics are generally well-balanced.

Second: the number of fics that are tagged with each rating.

In terms of fic representation:

T > M > E > G > Not Rated

Note that just because a fic is rated E, that doesn’t mean that the content of that warning applies to the Bertholdt ship, for example when they’re tagged as a side ship in another character’s ship.

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Number of partners

General

Most ships (41,6%) consist of Bertholdt and one other person. 30,4% has two other people, 13,6% has three other people, 4% four, 2,4% six, and 8% can’t be counted because the character can be plural, for example Original Character(s).

Despite the decent number of 3+ partner ships, an overwhelming majority of fics is about mono ships, namely 86,7%. 9,3% is three partners, 0,9% four, 0,1% five, 0,6% six, and 2,5% can’t be counted.

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Romantic

Looking at solely romantic ships, there is a notable increase in 3 partner ships.

Percentage-wise, the number of fics for mono ships is even higher than in the global numbers. Mono ships represent 92% of all romantic Bertholdt fics. Three partner fics are 4,7%, four are 0,6%, five and six are both 0,02%, and 2,6% can’t be classified.

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Platonic

There is a notably small amount of 3+ platonic ships compared to the others.

However, the number of fics that contain a friendship between three characters is higher. Two platonic partners accounts for 60,5% of all platonic fics, three for 32%, four for 2,1%, five for 0,3%, six for 3,3%, and others for 0,4%. The uptick in six characters is probably due to the number of RBAMPP fics.

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Ship composition

Romantic

M/M, M/M/M, M/F, and M/M/F have the largest amount of ships.

There are more M/M romantic ships than there are M/F ones. Notable is how the number of M/M ‎fics is about 5x higher than the number of M/F fics. Only one M/X ship and two fics exist.

When it comes to ships with a total of three partners, a funny pattern emerges. While M/M/F only have about the third of the amount of ships that M/M/M has, it has almost 3x the amount of fics because of M/M/M. M/F/F has only one fic, which goes to his ship with Ymir and Historia.

Looking at 4+ partners, there aren’t many ships. Still, despite being represented by only two ships, M/M/M/M sticks out above the rest, which is due to RBJM being paired pretty often.

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Platonic

2M, MF, 3M, and 2MF are the largest platonic ships.

The gap between MM and MF ships is smaller for platonic ships than for romantic ones. Still, M&M dominates in terms of fics, with almost 4x the amount of fics compared to M&F.

3+ platonic partner ships show a large skew due to RBA ships as well: 278 fics are M&M&F and the next highest number is M&M&M&M&F&F, mostly inhabited by respectively RBA and RBAMPP. That’s almost 10x as many fics as the next item! Hence why it’s been removed from the graph.

Notable is that there is no RBAMPPZ relationship yet.

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I kinda of lost the plot at this point and have run out of information to showcase

If there’s anything else you’d like me to make a graph out of, I’d love to do so. I can pretty much compare every data point against every other data point.

(Go and populate the smaller ship tags!)

[rejected-restaurant]

Sasha Blouse

Age: 21*

SW: 135 pounds

CW: 575 pounds

Height: Cis Female

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Bi Curious

Body Type: All Around

FFA Status: Feedee

Vore Status: Prey

Ships with: Mikasa Ackerman

Kinks: Heavy Stuffing, Force feeding, Navel play/navel fucking, Tube feeding, Messy Eating, Slob/Extreme Slob, Gas, Oral Sex (Giving), BDSM, Gang bang, Anal Sex, Bimbofication, Degradation, TF (Pig), Cumflation, Gas Expansion, Getting Vored, Health Issues

Sasha is through and through a shameless hog who’s given in to her gluttonous urges~

*Canon is set between Season 3 Part 2 and Final Season Part 1

AUs: None at the moment, feel free to request!

[folklorelise]

That one time the kids called you “mom”

HC / OS (i don’t know) about that one time the kids called you “mom” and that one-time Jean called Captain Levi “dad” (not related with the “being a mom to the survey corps” -- you’re a squad leader in this).

 -          Armin

Armin was a smart kid and he loved spending time at the survey corps library. Armin grew up with his grandfather and he had to work very hard to provide enough food for the both of them. When Armin’s grandfather died, he was still a kid. When they all joined the survey corps, Armin instantly loved you – you would always be in the library, reading different books every week. He obviously wanted to come to you and talk about books with you, but that boy was too shy. You were a squad leader which meant that you were his superior officer.

You would notice Armin of course. He would always read and study strategies sitting in front of you. Sometimes he would open his mouth, thinking ‘today I’ll talk to her’ but he never did. Once you decided that you would start the conversation, but as soon as you put your book down, Armin ran away. After that, you told Levi, your boyfriend, what happened earlier.

“I think he’s scared of me.” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why did he run away then?”

“Maybe he needed to take a sh!t. Like really needed to so he ran away.”

Meanwhile in Armin’s bedroom, with Eren and Mikasa.

“Why did you do that?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know!” Armin inquired, “I’m so embarrassed right now.”

“That was a weird move.” Eren admitted, “Next time just say something, anything really.”

That very next day, Armin was determined to tell you how much he wanted to discuss books with you. He saw you at your usual place and he took his. He repeated his sentence over and over, ‘squad leader Y/N I’ve seen you here multiple times and I’d like to discuss books together.’ But before he could say anything, you started to talk.

“Why did you run off yesterday?” you asked.

“Books.” Armin shouted which only startled you a little, “I like books and you do too.”

“I do like to read.”

After that, Armin was more and more comfortable around you. You would always read together before an expedition or after an intense training day – it became your little tradition.

A few weeks later, Armin wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. He has read a book that he knew you would like, and he needed to tell you about it. He was eating with his friends and when he saw you and Captain Levi entering the mess hall, he shouted “MOM! I-“and stopped immediately after.

Everyone was staring at him and all Armin wanted at this moment was to be eaten by a titan. You on the other side were just smiling widely at Armin.

“You look like a creep, stop smiling.” Levi told you.

After dinner, you went to the library and found Armin sitting at your usual table, arms crossed on the table with his head on his arms.

“Armin, hey. How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed. I – I don’t know why I called you that.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” you reassured him.

“But I embarrassed you too!”

“Who said you did?”

“Everyone was laughing.” Armin guessed.

Then, you spend your night like you always do which is reading together until Levi came to bring you back to bed.

“Good night Armin.” Levi told him before leaving.

“Good night Captain, squad leader.”

“Good night… son.” you finished before joining Levi, laughing slightly.

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-          Eren

Eren was outside with all the others resting after training with Levi. They were discussing their skills after Levi made them do hand to hand combat to know who could have a day off from cleaning duties (it was your idea – Levi would never give a day off for cleaning).

“I am obviously the best here.” Jean acknowledged.

“Mikasa won against you!” Eren screamed back.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about us. Today, I won!” Jean replied.

“That’s because I was too tired from the titan experiments!”

“Riight. You are a titan. You shouldn’t even be tired!”

“Yeah because you know everything!” Eren shouted even louder.

Both were ready to fight, but they were expecting their friends to stop them, but they were just talking between them, ignoring their little dispute. Both of them just stared at each other, waiting for something to happen or someone but nothing – so they just stared at each other awkwardly. Eren spotted you not too far away and screamed at the top of his lungs:

“MOM! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”

You were taking a walk with Levi as one of your rituals with him since during daytime, you could hardly see each other. You both looked at Eren surprised but still walked towards him and his friends.

“Yes? What did you need me for?”

“Eren said he was better than me at hand-to-hand combat which is obviously not true.” Jean explained.

“You agree with me, right?” Eren said to you.

“Hm…” you turned to Levi expecting help, but he just had a smirk on his face, waiting for you answer too. “Well… I mean…” you paused each time a word was said, “I just want to say that I love you guys but it’s late and I’m tired,” you tried to avoid the topic of the conversation. “Levi, let’s leave the kids.”

“But m-“ Eren suddenly stopped his sentence and thought ‘wait, did I just almost called squad leader Y/N mom? Did I call her mom earlier?’

“What’s wrong Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Nothing, squad leader Y/N,” Eren insisted on these words heavily, “is right, it’s late, let’s all go to sleep.” Eren then run to his bedroom.

“Such a weirdo.” Levi stated before walking away with you.

In the middle of the night, Eren was still awake thinking about what he said. He was moving loudly, and Armin woke up very annoyed.

“Eren stop moving so energetically!”

“I’m not.” Eren mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did I call squad leader… you know.”

“Did you do an Armin? Yes. You call her mom. Welcome to the club! Now sleep.”

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-          Mikasa

Mikasa was hanging with Eren and Armin outside after dinner. Eren and Armin were frenetically about Eren’s next prank on Jean.

“You always prepare something either too dangerous or just normal dangerous. Jean could get hurt!” Armin protested.

“That’s the idea I was going for. Plus, it’s not that dangerous.”

“You want to push him off the wall!”

“Yeah, but he has his gear on and we’ll just all laugh at this anyway. Right Mikasa?” Eren asked her friend.

“Jean could die if he doesn’t use his gear.” Mikasa observed.

“He’s not that stupid.” Eren replied.

“Ask mom then and look at her being disappointed by you.” Mikasa told them.

They both turned their head towards Mikasa and glared at her, with a shocked look.

“What?”

“You just called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren burst out laughing.

“No, I didn’t. I said mom… as in…” Mikasa tried to correct herself.

“Yeah right, what other mom you possibly could be talking about?” Eren pointed out.

“It’s because you two keep calling her that! And I just forgot her name and…” Mikasa defended herself, “It’s your fault!”

“It’s fine, that makes the three of us in the club!” Armin shouted.

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-          Historia

Everyone just discovered that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne, and no one knew what to do.

“Fine. Then run.” Levi said taking Historia by her blouse collar.

“Oh my, Levi!” you screamed rushing towards Historia. “Let her go!”

Levi let her go and left. You took Historia in your arms as she was ready to collapse on the ground.

“Are you okay sweetie?” you questioned her worried. She just held you close and thanked you. “Levi didn’t mean it. I’m going to ask to apologise.”

“It’s fine. He’s right. I should do something about this.” Historia waited a few minutes before saying “thanks mom,” blushing.

Everyone else wanted to throw a comment but no one dared after seeing you glaring at them. Only Armin whispered “welcome to the club” for himself.

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 -          Annie

Instructor Shadis sent you a letter asking you a favour. He was feeling ill and asked you to substitute him while he recovers. You obviously agreed to it. You were surprised at how Annie was at hand-to-hand combat.

“Who taught you that?” you asked marvelled by her technique.

“My father.”

“Well good job!”

The whole time you were here you would constantly compliment her. You would really compliment everyone on their asset.

One night, Annie was outside with Reiner and Bertolt, talking together.

“I like squad leader Y/N, she is nice.” Reiner said in a moment of silence.

“Or she could just pretend to be nice so we wouldn’t try so hard when she’s here and that’s how we fail.” Annie pointed out.

“She’s not like that.” Bertolt insisted, “She seems genuinely nice. Never felt that supported in such a long time.”

“Yeah.” Reiner agreed.

Annie did not want to say it, but she agreed with them. You were always so supportive, always encouraging people do to better. Always telling them that they did a great job when they messed up. Annie wanted to add something, but she heard footsteps and she turned around ready to fight but it was only you.

“Mom! I was ready to fight you.” Annie yelled.

“What did you just call squad leader Y/N?” Reiner asked surprised.

“I– I said mam.”

“No, you said mom.” Reined laughed.

“NO! I said mam as in sir but for a woman!”

“I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright,” you admitted, “it’s late and I don’t want you guys to be tired since I know how instructor Shadis can be.”

“Instructor Shadis?” Bertolt asked.

“Yes, he’s feeling much better and he’s coming back tomorrow. I also came to say goodbye since I’m leaving tonight. I wish you luck and I know you guys are going to be amazing!” you end your little speech with a hug to each one of them. “I’ll probably see you around if you ever decide to join the survey corps.”

Annie was right, she was going to miss you.

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-          Sasha

Sasha was a great kid, a great fighter but more importantly, she was a food lover. She never had enough food at lunch or dinner. She would always ask her friend for their bread or a piece of their meat when they did eat meat.

Once, Sasha was late to dinner because she had cleaning duties and she was a slow cleaner which made her late. Being late meant no food too but she still came to the kitchen hoping for leftovers – there were none. She went to the mess hall and collapse on the table. She heard a person sat down in front of her but did not move.

“You should eat Sasha.” she heard.

“No food.”

“Look up.”

She did and there was a tray with a bowl of soup that was still hot and two pieces of bread. She gasped and started to cry tears of joy.

“Thank you, mom! I was so hungry!” Sasha thanked you with her mouth full of a mix of soup and bread.

“You’re welcome, next time you can come to me and I’ll help you clean alright?” you told her.

You waited for her to be finished before going back to your bedroom. In the middle of that night, Sasha suddenly woke up, panting.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked ready to fight an intruder.

“Nooo. I’m in the club now too.” Sasha realised.

“What? You called squad leader Y/N mom too?” Mikasa joked.

“Yeah…”

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 -          Jean

Jean had cleaning duties in the equipment area. He and Connie were talking and being careless as usual when they were cleaning. So careless that Jean somehow caused a shelf full of heavy books to fall on his leg.

When Connie explained to you what happened you rushed to where Jean was. You and Connie helped Jean out and took him to the infirmary. Jean was now on bed rest for at least a week since he could not move his right leg anymore.

“How am I going to live now?” Jean complained after hearing the news.

“I’m taking care of you until further notice.” you reassured him.

Levi decided that Jean would still be attending training even if that meant only watching. After two weeks, Jean was still hurt – according to him anyway. Which the nurse found weird because that type of injury did not last long if he was resting correctly which is something you made sur of. Levi told you that it was suspicious, but you believed Jean.

“Your love for this kid is making you blind! Jean is obviously fine now!” Levi told you desperately every night.

“He’ll get better, if he’s still hurt and he goes back training then he might not be able to fight at all.” you explained.

You should have believed Levi because one day, you were stuck in a meeting with Commander Erwin which meant you couldn’t stay with the cadets training. Thankfully, the meeting ended sooner than you thought so you went to see the kids, only to find Jean perfectly healthy, on his feet, fighting Eren.

“JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU SON OF A B–“ you yelled.

“NO!” Jean screamed collapsing to the ground dramatically, “It’s not what you think mom! NO!” Jean put his hands on his mouth.

“Oouh Jean called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren chanted.

“Now that they almost all called you mom,” Hange stated coming out of nowhere, “does that mean Levi is their daddy?”

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-          That one-time Jean called Captain Levi ‘dad’

It was during one of the expeditions outside. You brought tents and prepared them but none of you wanted to sleep yet. You built a fire, and all sat around it. The cadets took turn telling horror stories and once Jean was done, you all applauded him.

“That was great.” Levi complimented him.

“Thanks, daaa–ptain!” Jean corrected himself hallway through his sentence.

Everyone burst out laughing and Jean was blushing hard, while Levi was only smirking drinking his tea.

“Jean, it’s official, you’re their kid now.” Hange kept laughing.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jean grunted, “I’m sorry d– captain! What is wrong with me!”  

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From then on, they wouldn’t even hide the fact that they all called you mom from time to time. At one point, new recruits thought that it was you name so some of them would call you “squad leader mom”.

MASTERLIST

[gloriousporcodenial]

Life is a Spiderweb (1)

Author's note : There I go ! A complex fanfiction that includes different endings depending on the decisions you make... In France we call this a Book in which you are the Hero... But have a fanfiction !

In this story, you, the reader, can make your own choices, by clicking one of the two links at the end of the chapter if they are present. Otherwise, just choose A or B and tell me in the comments so I know what part to write next (because there is a lot to do here). Of course, it won't always lead to a happy ending ! This is a Reader x Porco type, regardless of the scenario you "pick", it might go right or wrong. Also, be aware that you or he may die in the story. There will be sexual content (I mean, lime/lemon), but you can always avoid that (you'll have a yes or no pick), so the sex scenes will only be implied. Chapters are going to be a little bit short, but I have so many of them to write... I might have skipped triggers, if you are worried you might encounter one, reach me out so I can tell you what chapters to avoid if any of them could be problematic. There is also a possibility for the story to contain some reader x another character then Porco. The good news is that you can re-read this fanfic and get a very different story the second time ! Several chapters are going to have the same number (for exemple, there are 4 different "Chapter 3"), but next to the title I wrote a number that is specific to a text, allowing you to keep track of where you were (like the 4 chapters number 3 are numbered 4, 5, 6 and 7. I currently havn't written 6 and 7 yet). I don't know if this is clear or not...

Well, here it goes !

Chapter One : The 104th

Finally, you were there, among many other young men and women, ready to start your training. Your aim was to be on the top 10 best soldiers, so you could choose where to land. Of course, the Survey Corp was going to be your pick. To be allowed outside of the walls, what a joy ! Even if you died there, you would have had a taste of freedom. Something worth dying for.

You grew up alone within the walls, an orphan without a story. You did your best in this cruel world, with other homeless kids in the streets. So many of them had died now, but you were here, ready to go where none of them had. You took note of a few of your new comrades as your head Instructor, Keith Sadies, walked among you, ignoring some, pointing out others. You were lucky enough to blend in the mass, unlike that poor girl Sasha Blouse.

In the evening, she was still running outside as you all were eating inside. Quickly, you spotted an empty spot at a table where you sat, and listened to the conversations around you. On your left were Eren Jeager, Armin Arlet, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein and right next to you, Marco Bott. On your right, the benches were filled with a group of quiet people, Reiner Braun, Bertold Hoover, and Marcel Galliard.

After listening a little, you had started talking with Marco as Eren and Jean were arguing, when you felt someone's hand pulling you back by the shoulder. Caught off, you turned your head to face a very angry young man, his gray eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

"What the fuck are you doing on my spot!?"

"Porco !"

The young man turned his head toward Marcel, and you were struck by their ressemblance, how they had the same nose and eyes, the rounded shape of their faces... Marcel did seem to be older, but it was clear that they were brothers. Only their hair were significantly different, one being brune and the other a dark blonde.

"There's enought room, we'll just move over a bit. Don't make a fuss here already!" Marcel scolded. Porco glared at you, before sighting sharply.

"Whatever."

Everyone moved over, and the newcomer squeezed between you and his brother. You glanced a few times at Porco, noting that he was quite nice looking, despite his perpetual frown. He openly ignored you, and barely spoke to anyone else then Marcel, or enventually Reiner. It quickly became clear to you that the young man deeply disliked the tall blonde man facing him.

The next day, the training began. Quickly enough, you were noticed, like a few others, for being quite good already. Everyone was running at a steady pace, you had started out slow to allow yourself to warm up, but now you were pacing up... And you noticed Porco. He kept the same pace as his brother, glaring occasionnaly at Reiner that was a little bit behind them. You couldn't hold your mischivious smile back as you ran past them all easily, wondering if this would annoy the moody blonde man. You couldn't help yourself, you wanted to tease him, then again, he did yell at you last night without an apology.

That's how it started out. Everyday, as you would all run to warm up, you'll stay behind for a moment, before accelerating to run past him, glancing quickly on your right to capture Porco's frown. You turned out to be among the best trainee of the 104th, along with the Galliard brothers, and a few others, but you were very satisfied to be better then the blonde man. Not by far, but just enough to bother him. Quickly, it became obvious that you were his goal. Several of your comrades noticed this discrete competition between you.

You would always playfully smile at him whenever you would notice his frown on you, amused. You also enjoyed the attention, his stare in your back as you were running, the way he never stayed very far from you to observe... It was a nice change after being an invisible kid starving in the streets.

From time to time, the two of you would argue, he'd call you annoying and shallow, you'll remind him that you were still the best and that he was jealous. You loved the way he would internally blow, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at you with his storm-like grey eyes. He did look quite handsome like this, as if he was holding back something far more powerful. You really liked how he always looked a little bit threatening, you couldn't explain why. But he never bursted out in violence against you, and maybe that was it.

He could hurt you, but never did.

You knew your smiles annoyed him, but you kept smiling at him, hopeful that one day a little grin will stretch his lips as well. You had to admit that he looked good to you, and quite hot when he frowned, but you were desperately curious to see him smile. Well, you had already. As he spoke with Marcel a few times, you even heard him laugh and the way his face would brighten in joy was definitively charming. But you wanted to be the reason for it. You wanted his gaze to land on you and his face to light up as a smile spread across it.

You did notice that he tended to remain apart most of the time, rarely interacting with anyone else then his brother, or eventually Reiner and Berthold. Marcel was clearly the most friendly out of the two of them. Porco was simply almost always grumpy, and you knew that sometimes, you were the reason for it. You like to play with him like that, creating a little bond with him. As long as you were better then him, you knew you would have his attention, and you were quite hopeful that this would lead to something more friendly. How many times did you befriend your fellow orphans back then by teasing them at first ?

You never realised to what extent your little game was hurtful to him, until he snapped.

You couldn't tell what had started it. He was pissed, snarling at you as usual, and you smiled again. You don't remember what the two of you were saying. But you then saw him clench his fist, and for a brief second, you thought he was going to punch you. You felt your face growing pale, and he finally shifted to punch the wall next to him in a terrifyingly violent bang.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU Y/N !!!!! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE !!!!????"

Your heart was beating hard. Suddenly, he didn't seem attractively threatening, no, he seemed brutal. For the first time, you realised that he might actually want to hurt you, and had been holding back to avoid troubles. He did hate you sincerely, and right now, you could clearly see it in his eyes. A blend of anger and fear, sadness and guilt overwhelemed you for a moment. You hated violence, but you never meant to truly anger him, you thought that your competition was quite friendly, but you had been wrong...

Here is the part where you can choose where the story goes ! Just write your pick (A or B) in the comments, and I'll get the next part ready. If by any chance, both possible chapters are already written, I'll post them both, but this way gives me a chance to focus on fewer storylines, because right now, I have more then 30 possible endings and it's hard to pick what to write next !

>A: You burst out in anger as well (2) >B: You apologize and decide to stop teasing Porco (3)

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[happyandticklish]

On The Subject Of Dares

Notes: For the anon request. That’s right! Finally getting back to requests! I’m gonna be out of town for a bit in November, so I’m gonna endeavor to knock a bunch of these out before then. We will see how successful I’ll actually be with it. That being said, I hope you enjoy!! I’m sorry it was so ungodly late. 

Summary: A dare lands Eren in a different kind of trouble.

“I dare you.”

The comment, spoken tauntingly from the mouth of one Sasha Blouse, stemmed from a conversation the group was having early one morning. It was difficult to say how they had gotten on the topic. Connie had made some innocent comment about Levi being a hardass, which had led to Jean replying that he was an emotionless dick, which had led to Armin wondering if the captain could genuinely smile. Thus the group had spent the first half of their morning brainstorming different methods to get the man to smile, all of which were quickly shot down.

It was Sasha who first suggested the idea that Levi might be ticklish. Eren had scoffed and called it impossible, claiming that a man such as Levi couldn’t possibly be ticklish—it was too human of a concept. Besides, it would be too dangerous. Anyone who even attempted would either have their head cut off or be put to work cleaning the entire building for weeks afterwards. Sensing a challenge, Sasha had leaned across the table, uttering those three damning words: I dare you.

“No,” Eren said flatly, crossing his arms. “Absolutely not. Do you want me to actually die?”

“Oh c’mon,” Connie protested. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Eren bristled. “No, I—”

“The great Eren Jaeger, sent running by the threat of one man,” Jean taunted, a smirk playing at his lips. Personally, he wasn’t that invested in the eventual outcome of their little challenge. He did enjoy seeing Eren squirm, however, and so he persisted. “How many titans have you killed, exactly? How many times have you almost died risking it all on the battlefield? But you won’t take on Levi?”

“The titans weren’t in control of my position here,” Eren protested, shooting daggers at him. “Levi is. I can’t risk getting thrown out of the regiment for this.”

“You’re not gonna get thrown out,” Sasha said, waving one hand dismissively. “He’ll probably just yell at you and freak out. But won’t it be worth it to see the look on his face?”

Eren had to admit that it did sound pretty tempting. He glanced over at the captain, discussing something in hushed tones to Commander Erwin, his back turned to them. It was the perfect oppurtunity for a sneak attack, probably better than he was going to get again.

“If Eren doesn’t want to do it, he doesn’t have to,” Mikasa interrupted calmly, her expression neutral. Still, the others could hear the underlying threat in her words.

“Whatever,” Jean muttered after a moment, averting his gaze in annoyed reluctance. “If Eren’s too scared, that’s not my problem.”

He knew he was being manipulated, but Eren couldn’t help the irritation that rose at the jab. Mikasa coming to his defense wasn’t helping either. He stood up suddenly, surprising the rest of them.

“I’ll show you who’s scared!”

He whirled around, marching over to the other. Levi still hadn’t noticed him, but Erwin caught his eye, raising a brow curiously. He didn’t say anything though, merely continued chatting with the other as though Eren wasn’t there. Levi raised his arms to make some point, gesturing animatedly, and Eren saw his chance.

“So if we circle ar—ahAHA!” Levi’s eyes went wide as a sudden fit of giggling interrupted his words. His arms shot down defensively, trapping Eren’s hands where they had previously been wiggling against his sides. Levi’s mouth was twisted up into a weird grin, a helpless reaction to the sudden tickling. Eren only caught a glimpse of the sight however, before Levi wiped the expression from his face, replacing it with a furious scowl.

The cafeteria was silent, soldiers cautiously glancing between the two. Across the room, his friends were staring wide-eyed, clearly not having expected it to work. Erwin lifted a hand to his mouth, trying to hide his own amused smile.

“Jaeger.” Levi turned around to face him, staring at him with cold, hard eyes. Eren felt his stomach drop somewhere around his knees. “Do you, perhaps, have a death wish?”

Eren swallowed, tossing an anxious glance back at his friends, all of whom stared back sympathetically as if to say you’re on your own now. “I—uh, no, I don’t.”

“You don’t,” Levi repeated slowly, musingly. “Then why, might I ask, did you think it would be a good idea to breach protocol in such a severe manner as to do what you did?”

“It was a dare!” Eren blurted out quickly, and Jean stiffened from their table, clearly worried about being roped into this himself. “A stupid dare, I know, and I shouldn’t have done it—”

“But you did,” Levi concluded. “Which means you must have thought out the consequences of your actions, correct? Surely you now understand that whatever happens next has been caused by your own foolishness, and is, therefore, a well-deserved punishment?”

Eren struggled to find the correct thing to say in the situation, but he came up blank. He wasn’t sure if agreeing with Levi would be a smart idea or not.

“Erwin.”

With a start, Eren found his arms quickly tugged behind his back by the commander, and he yelped, struggling to pull free. “What the hell?”

“I’m sorry, soldier,” Erwin said, failing to hide his own smile at the turn of events. “You’ve brought this upon yourself. I would help you, but I hardly think Levi is one to be crossed when he sets his mind on something.”

“W-What are you going to do to me?” Eren stammered, whipping his head back around to where Levi stood before him, suddenly a thousand times more intimidating now that the former was defenseless.

“Well, as they say—” Levi dug his hands into his ribs, vibrating them intensely—“an eye for an eye.”

Eren had a moment to take in the wild reality of the captain of the Survey Corp tickling him, tickling of all things, in front of the garrison, before he broke out into hysterical laughter and squirming.

“Wahahahait!” he begged, jerking back in Erwin’s hold in a desperate attempt to escape the intensity of those hands. “Nohohoho, ahahaha, dohohohon’t!’

“Is something the matter?” Levi asked sweetly, his voice calm as though he wasn’t currently driving the other up the wall with the mind-melting tickling. “Regretting your actions yet?”

Eren kicked out his legs, scrabbling on the floor for a foothold, anything to help him escape. But no matter what he did, Erwin’s grip on him was too strong. Normally he was thankful for Erwin’s strength as it served as a wonderful asset in fighting off titans, but in this case it was being severely unhelpful.

“Hehehelp!” he giggled, a frantic plea towards his friends. They all quickly averted their gaze, knowing they would be next if they tried to get involved. “Thihihis ihihihihisn’t fahahahahair! Ah, wait!”

He snorted as Levi’s fingers crawled around, curling at the backs of his ribs. Eren hadn’t even realized he was ticklish there, though he was quickly becoming aware of the fact. “I would say it’s a perfectly fair arrangement, wouldn’t you Erwin?”

Erwin glanced down at the squealing boy, shaking his head a little. “It is a bit much. After all, he hardly even touched you—you wouldn’t know from your reaction, of course.”

Levi’s fingers stumbled a bit in surprise, falling out of their strategic rhythm, and a faint blush tinged the tips of his ears. “Yes, well, this will teach him not to do it again.”

“You’ve never had a problem with it before,” Erwin murmured, smirking down at the other man.

“I have no idea what you are referring to.”

“Is that right?”

Their words were hushed, a conversation meant just for them clearly, but seeing as Eren was trapped in-between them he could hear everything. Levi was hardly paying attention to Eren now, and as a result his fingers were unmoving from that one spot, scratching in the most unbearable manner. Eren’s laughter rose several octaves and his squirming increased as he fought to get him to move anywhere else but there.

“L-Lehehehevi!” he managed, and the other’s gaze quickly snapped over to him at the use of his first name. “I-Ihihihit tihihihihickles! Nahahahat thehehehere!”

“Of course it tickles, that’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Levi asked, raising a brow at the inane plea. “And that’s Captain Levi to you. Don’t presume to be so familiar.” He focused his attack on the spot curiously, and Eren shrieked, jerking back hard in Erwin’s arm to get away. Levi smiled. “Interesting.”

“Ihihihit fuhuhuhucking tihihihihickles!” Eren whined once more, the only thing he could think to say in the situation. Giggles were tripping over themselves in their haste to get out, and his legs had gone limp, Erwin the only thing supporting him now. Levi’s nails were blunt, which meant he could really dig his fingers in, sending shocks of sensation coursing out from the spot. It felt like lightning in a way that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, and yet at the same time was wholly unbearable. “Stahahahap!”

“Stop? I’ve barely done anything.” Levi spidered his fingers upwards suddenly, a soft, teasing touch under his arms that was entirely different from the intensity of before. Somehow, it was far, far worse. Eren jumped, tugging on his arms and cackling wildly. “I bet you wish I’d stayed there now, don’t you?”

Eren wasn’t sure he could have answered his question even if he had the breath to do so. Either spot was far too sensitive in his opinion. The whole garrison was staring now, not even trying to hide their interest in the spectacle. Eren felt his face burn a bright red; he could already hear the teasing comments he would be met with in the dorms later.

Deciding to switch tactics, he turned his pleading towards Erwin, sure the other would be more sympathetic to his case. “Cohohohommander, plehehehease! I’m sohohohorry!”

Erwin allowed him an appraising look. “I hope this has taught you not to uptake silly dares from your peers. We’re a serious operation, as you well know, and we don’t have the time for childish acts such as pranks.”

The comment seemed a bit out of place in the face of Levi tickling him silly, but he decided it would be best not to argue this point in the moment. “Ihihihi wohohohon’t!” he giggled, scrabbling against the floor to try to get away. “Ihihihi prohohohomise!”

“Alright then.”

Erwin released him all at once, and Eren almost fell to the floor as the force of his earlier struggling carried him backwards. Levi’s hands fell carelessly back to his sides, but there was a playfulness to his words as he said, “Try to keep out of trouble, Jaeger. I wouldn’t want your friends influencing you in the wrong directions.”

Eren waited until his back was turned to stick his tongue out at him. His whole body felt warm with embarrassment, but at the same time there was a strange buzzy feeling in his limbs, like electricity and butterflies combined. It wasn’t bad, necessarily. He couldn’t figure out what it was. Either way, he hardly had time to figure it out before he had reached his table once more and was thrown to his fate.          

For a moment, it seemed like no one was sure what to say, until at last Connie piped up, “You’re ticklish?”

“Shut up,” Eren groaned, collapsing into the seat next to Mikasa and burying his face in his arms. He was quite possibly never going to live this down. He would have to leave the garrison, go out on his own. Sure, there was always the risk that he would be eaten by a Titan, but that seemed a far more merciful fate than having to face any of the others after the embarrassing display.

“It’s nothing to feel ashamed of,” Sasha assured him, gesturing with her spoon as she talked. “Everyone’s ticklish. Besides, I don’t think any of us would have fared better in that situation.”

There was a collective shiver as the group imagined themselves at the mercy of the captain.

Eren glanced up, furrowing his brows a little. “You… don’t think it makes me weak?”

“To be ticklish?” Jean scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please. If being ticklish made you weak, there wouldn’t be anyone left who could claim to be strong. You’re just the same as everyone else, moron.”

Despite the gruffness of his tone, it was clear he was trying to extend his comfort in the only way Jean knew how. Eren cracked a small smile, feeling a little better.

“Of course, now that we know,” Connie added after a moment, scooting closer over to him. “It would be a crime for us not to take advantage of it.”

Eren yelped as a poke in his ribs sent him flying back into Mikasa. “Connie! C’mon, not again!”

“It’s okay guys, he likes it,” Armin assured them, an uncharacteristic smirk flitting across his features. “He’s just too tough to admit it. So you don’t have to worry about holding back or anything.”

Eren glared at him in betrayal, the tips of his ears flushing red. He had hoped the other had forgotten about that by now, but evidently that little factoid from their childhood had stuck with him. “Armin! I do no—ah! Mihikasa!”

Mikasa shrugged unapologetically, continuing to wiggle her fingers under his arms where Eren had inadvertently trapped them. “Go for his knees,” she advised Connie calmly as Eren cackled and squirmed in her arms. “That was always a bad spot for him.”

“Gah! Ahaha, yohohohou guhuhuys!” Eren jumped as Connie did just that, jerking his leg quickly away. “Thihihihis ihihihisn’t fahahahahair!”

“He’s not saying no,” Jean noticed, raising a brow.

“That’s true,” Sasha agreed. “Or stop. Maybe Armin was right.”

Eren groaned through his laughter, but in the end he couldn’t really find it in himself to be mad at them. The next couple minutes went by like that, Mikasa and Connie tickling him and the others occasionally joining in while suggesting new spots to try. He complained in the moment, laughing and attempting to somehow get away on the tiny bench, but not as hard as he could have, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

Later, Eren decided he was never accepting dares again.

[z3nitsusgf]

Metafisica dei panni stessi

Jean Kirstein x reader

A trip to Catania, Italy for Eren’s birthday gets Jean a little more than he expected.

Warnings: nsfw, afab fem reader, choking, spit, fingering, big dick Jean, oral (both receiving) thigh riding, masturbation, quick fuck (y’all know each other for like a day)

A/n: hiii !! This is technically my first fic, it’s a lot longe than my other works and actually has plot (crazy ik) anyways, I hope you guys enjoy <3

Jean, meets you on a bright Saturday morning during vacation in Catania. The coastal port on Sicily’s east coast, a down-at-the-heel city - an entire 8 hours from Rome, where he originally flew in from. It lies on the Ionian Sea, under the shadow of A Montagna. It is a city that prospers on trading fresh and live seafood, and where you grew up. The Yeager’s, Carla and Grisha, agreed to do something special for Eren’s 23rd birthday. Taking him and his friends on a month-long retreat to the small Italian city. They would stay with a family that they had known for decades. And to celebrate, Grisha wanted to treat them all to “the best seafood in the world”. Telling them that the good friend would cook the feast for free. Sasha had practically fainted when she heard the news.

And so from their small town in Nördlingen to Catania in just 2 and a half hours, they were before a large traditional house. It was built of local lava stone bricks, topped in baked terra cotta roofing, and thick white stucco painted walls. It was a grand 3 stories, with large open windows that let in the morning light and then the setting sun of the over the sea. Balconies on the second and third floors let you enjoy the scenery, carved metal work on the windows told a tale of timelessness. It was not overly ornate or crowded, eye-catching tiles and large wooden tables gave it a sense of unity.

Rustic open kitchens spread with hanged copper pots and pans, large tiled sinks that had a big carved window that overlooked the cliff side. It was a picture perfect paradise that was exactly what they were hoping for. And the group is greeting your mother and father, Grisha and Carla giving hugs as your parents welcome them. Jean is tired from the flight and long drive. Until you step out. And suddenly he’s got all the energy in the world to talk to you and figure out who you are. You’re wearing a light tunic blouse and linen lalita pants, letting the sea air breeze under your skin. Tan mesh braided hat that shielded the Venetian sun off your face, sandals slapping quietly against the pavement.

Giving the group a small smile and welcome in your native tongue, and Jean almost falls over as he makes his way up to you.

“Hello. I’m y/n.” He’s breathless, almost stuttering when he tries to answer you. “I’m Jean.”

You’ve got a white tote bag slung on your shoulder, like you’re leaving and for some reason it makes an ache pang in his chest. Your mother comes beside you and tells them that you’re their lovely daughter, and she’s sending you to get things for the very special dinner tonight. You were in search of fresh seafood to make for dinner, or a feast to be more accurate, your mother had informed you that a great friend of theirs was bringing her family to have a special dinner for his son. That they were going to stay among you in your home for a month, and to be kind to them. So she sent you out to acquire the needed ingredients for dinner.

“Get the freshest pesce only.” Your mother had told you, pressing a long list into your palms and kissing your cheek - ushering you to hurry so she could tend to her guests. You walked down the stepping stone path, past the front garden and the iron gate, all the way to the market at the bottom. Jean turns to your mother and asks if you need help, your mother gives him a small grin and tells him yes. And he practically runs after you. You hear his shoes slap against the pavement, and you turn to see the handsome man from before.

“Your mother thought you might need help with the groceries.” He panted out, you smirked.

“Yes, I do. Thank you Jean, you’re so kind.” And he’s blushing at your tone.

You both walked through La Pescheria, the local fish market that was surrounded by seafood restaurants. Every morning on weekdays and Saturdays, fresh fish and food of all kinds are sold here, from around 7:30 am until 2 pm. And you come like clockwork every time, since you were a child, knowing the streets like the back of your hand. Greeting neighbors and older gentlemen as you make your way down the street. Smiling at teenagers that hold cups of espresso, telling the little girls in their church dresses how pretty they look, nodding your head at the vendors you’ve known all your life.

You trailed over grey brick roads, and passed tipped red umbrellas that protected the fish from the sun, and shade the stallholders who carefully prepared the fish. Local housewives, entire families, and elderly pensioners jostle through the crowds perusing the merchandise and looking for the day’s array. The chatter of merchants, barking about their deals in Sicilian dialect to anyone who will listen, and customers bargaining over prices. Live music that floats through the street, salty ocean air that mixes with the scent of fish and fresh fruit. It’s much milder, and smells an awful lot like the ocean in addition to fish.

Catania is known for its baroque architecture, with large, wide-open squares and avenues, many of the buildings constructed from dark grey basalt lava rock. Walking along the promenade through Villafranca, on any given day you can see a dozen little fishing boats out in the sea. Even if you don’t notice them during the morning or early afternoon, you notice that there are considerably more boats on the beach in the evenings.

He trails his eyes over the large selection of seafood before him. There were heaps of twirling octopuses, pails full of snails and small clams, elegant arrangements of eels and rays, swordfish from Favignana, anchovies from Sciacca, and any other form of sea life imaginable. You stop in front and of a stall and ask for a pound of fish and various other things. He can see you pointing to certain fish, only picking a select few that you deem worthy.

“How can you tell?” Jean inquires, voice slightly slurred and slowed due to his lack of confidence. You don’t comment on his scarce Italian, nor his absence of accent that lets you know instantly that he’s a foreigner. If he were by himself he would’ve been scammed out of his money immediately.

“You know the fish is fresh – their eyes are bright and the shells and scales glisten in the sun.” You explain, happily with a genuine smile, accent thick but understandable. Jean is lucky he picked up some Italian for the limited time he’d been there after high school. He’s grateful that most locals can speak some French or German. And you both make do, speaking in limited Italian while throwing in some small French here and there.

The market was overflowing with local seasonal produce, meat, and cheese. Lining the street were stalls overflowing with oranges, lemons, artichokes and eggplants. The abundance of dried fruits, dates, nuts, and spices. You walk beside him, stopping briefly to pick up wrapped goat cheese, dates, spiced jams, and bread. Giving the vendors wide smiles, nodding your head at their hands and speaking your native tongue. Jean notices the simplistic beauty of it all.

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After you’ve made your rounds, you both are carrying many bags filled with delicious foods to make for dinner. Beginning to make your way back home. The entire time you’re getting to know him. Why he’s here, his friends names, what he does for a living, how does he like it so far, does he have a girlfriend (he does not). You come to learn that he’s almost done with college, an English major who adores all types of books. Jean asks about you in turn. Finds out you’re an art student, going to study in Florence maybe. That you are carefree and beautifully in love with the world around you.

Jean actually likes you, maybe it’s one of those things where you fall for someone and fling it out. Like the season of summer itself, flying in and then leaving just as quickly. But he finds himself being invested in you, wants you to keep telling him all about you and your plans. Wants to know what you think about this and that.

And when you return you’re swift to help your mother in the kitchen, thanking your newfound friend and telling Jean to relax in his room. After all he must be exhausted. And he relents, though all he’d like to do it sit next to you and here you speak more. Is it too soon to say he wants you to sit on his lap? He certainly wouldn’t mind it. The way your hips swing as you dash around the open kitchen. Hair tied back, you’ve shedded your button up, leaving you in a skin tight tank top that lets him see your nipples through it.

And Jean’s cock swells in his pants at the sight. Quickly turning his back and making his way to his room, not even bothering to tell Armin or Eren he’s back. Opting to quickly get in the shower, hardly waiting for the water to warm since it’s quite hot out. Jean doesn’t know what it is about you that’s got him so pent up, maybe the long trip has gotten to his head but fuck - he wants you so bad. Cock hard at the dirty thoughts of you, the way your ass looked when you bent over, and the way you sounded breathless when you started up the hill.

Jean groans, putting his fist in his mouth and biting down. Thinks about the little bit of water on your Cupid’s bow when you drank water, and how good you’d look with your lips wrapped around his dick. Pumping his weepy cock in his palm, thrusting into it till he spills all over his hand. Washes off and makes sure to get himself under control.

And you? You’re not doing much better, thinking about him the entire time he’s upstairs. It seems so abject but you can't stop thinking about it. What would he wear to dinner? Another buttoned black shirt that traverses over his chest, rolled sleeves wearing along his forearm, and his sunglasses sat atop his head? So willfully carefree, but no one appears to notice. Does he savor flavors, letting the zest and seasoning blend in his mouth, or does he consume only for sustenance?

What variety of wine does he appreciate? Did he enjoy wine at all? Would he enjoy the food or simply pick at it like a bird? What would he talk about? None of this matters because what you crave is to just glimpse him again, immerse the same space. Gaze how his lips move when he speaks, how his big dark eyes react, and how they flutter when he chuckle.

You want him. Want to hear him speak and breathe the same air as him. Kiss his jaw and spread your hands over his wide chest. Want to hear his gruff voice whisper into your ear while he slams into you, and you tug on his smooth hair. There’s a pooling in your gut at the thought, and you clench your thighs. Shaking your head and continue to help prepare the food. And after everything’s ready and set out, the group washed up and starving - bounding down the stairs at the smell of the mouth watering food. You watch for Jean and see where he sits, making sure to sit right next to him. And he gives you a soft smile.

His eyes rake over you, you’ve changed into a dress. Fitted against your body but not in a way that’ll make you overheat, light and airy. Swishes as you walk and let’s him imagine what’s underneath. Your bare feet padding on the tiled floor, a dainty anklet glimmering under the overhead light of the dining room. Low cut around your chest, and when you lean over to place a bowl of something he can’t describe, he peeks down and sees your breasts still bare underneath.

You all get to talking, making light conversation as you dig into the food. Everyone is focused on your guests, or your father. Soon everyone is having their own little conversations with one another. And Jean takes the opportunity to speak just with you. You spoke to him of the history of Catania, ancient fishing methods that many fishermen still use, the architecture that surpasses time, your neighbor’s noisiness, and everything he could think of. And he was enraptured by you, completely and utterly taken by the way every single word fell from your lips like a sweet miele.

He tried many dishes that night, more than he ever had in his entire life. Delicious plates of foods he’s never heard of, but taste like heaven. Surely that is where he is. Scarfing down sarde a beccafico, snacking on neonata, and sipping zibibbo, a floral white wine that’s often served with fish. Laughing with the entire group, Sasha nearly falling in love with you and your cooking. Eren complimenting your food, which is a rarity. And Armin asking you about the history of your city. Everyone is laughing and enjoying their food, and afterwards you wish Eren a happy birthday and watch his father pat him on the back.

When everyone is done eating, Mikasa and Armin offer to to clean up. Taking plates and cups, wiping down the table and throwing away any trash. And Jean stands next to you as you wash dishes, helping you dry them as you both continue to just talk. Your parents taking off with Eren’s to go speak on more old matters like business and whatnot. You’re quite tired from the whole ordeal, and you notice that everyone but Jean has left you alone. It’s exactly what you were hoping for.

You wipe your hands on a spare towel and turn to where Jean is leaning against the counter, “Would you like to watch the sunset? It’s quite beautiful this time of year.”

You offer, grabbing another bottle of wine of the rack and two clean glasses. Jean is nodding his head like a puppy, and you’re both making your way to the upstairs patio. Sitting in warmed comfy chairs while Jean pours your glasses. And you both continue conversing, sipping on the wine and watching the sun dip below the horizon.

You’re quite literally oogling at him, watching his jaw move when he speaks, the slight stubble of his 5 o’ clock shadow. The way his button up hugs his biceps, a few of the buttons let open for you to take a quick dip into his chest. His slicked back hair, that makes you want to run your hands through it. And the way he crosses his long legs, pant legs hugging his delicious thighs, along with the way his beautiful fingers curl over the base of the wine neck.

Jean catches your staring, noticing your lack of movement and quietness. And when he looks straight at you, you don’t look away in embarrassment. Jean knows you want the same thing as him, and he’s in heaven. Setting his glass down and leaning closer to your face, you sigh and reach your hands up to his collar pulling him to your mouth. You taste of sweet miel and something faintly spicy, the wine coating your tongue makes him want more. Your mouth moving against his, Jean brings his hand to the back of your head keeping you there. Moving his lips on yours and when you sigh, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth and you let out a muffled mewl.

You pull back and Jean almost wants to cry, you’re quietly panting and grinning. “Come on, we can’t do much out here. We have nosy neighbors.” You whisper against his ear, voice thick as honey, and Jean shudders at the thought. You lace your hand with his, tugging him upstairs to your bedroom. Everyone else already in their rooms and presumably asleep. And when you get inside and manage to lock the door Jean pounces on you. Pushing you back onto the door.

“Is this okay?”

He’s panting into your ear, maneuvering you to his liking. You whine out a hushed yes, and Jean takes that as his go ahead. His hurried but confident motions are making you dizzy. Head spinning with a need, arousal pooling in your panties. Jean, who’s a bit older than you are. More experienced and versatile. Presses robust open mouthed kisses on your collarbone and neck, mouthing at your skin and lightly sucking faint marks on it. Gripping your hips and sliding you on his thigh, pressing the hard muscle against your wet cunt. You’ve got your head thrown back against the wall, hand clamped over your mouth so the other guests wouldn’t hear you moaning.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well , being so good for me.” He huffs into your ear, swirling your hips harder over his thigh. Reaching down to push your panties to the side so your bare cunt slides on his exposed skin. You keen, letting out a choked whimper and Jean smiles. The fabric of his pants catching on your puffy needy clit, slicking up his pants in way that’ll leave a certified stain.

Taking the hand on your mouth and kissing your wrist before he’s pressing his lips to yours, maneuvering you to the bed. Cool linen sheets soothing your heated skin. Jean is sliding your panties down and off of you, and you’re shimmying your dress off. Whining when Jean takes to long, leaning up and yanking down his pants and taking his cock out of his briefs. Eyes going wide at the sheer size of him. You sit up, pushing Jean to sit on the bed. Kneeling in between his spread legs. Taking his length in your hand. His cock is heavy in your palm, thick and throbbing. Beautiful mauve head that’s leaking pre and making him sticky. Protruding veins that pulse in your grip.

Mouth watering in anticipation you lean forward, kitten licking his tip, watching Jean through your eyelashes as he clenches his eyes shut. You lick and suck all down his shaft down to his balls. Kissing up and down his skin, watching him twitch with need. Drooling over his cock and spreading it with your palms, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking. Jean throws his head back, abs clenched as he tries to stifle his groans. You start bobbing your head, getting used to feeling of him filling your mouth and throat. Liking the fullness.

You’re too good at this, he thinks. And before he can let himself cum he’s pushing your head back gently and wrapping his fingers around your chin, kissing you softly. He hauls you onto the bed, spreading you out.

“May I return the favor?” He asks, smiling at you. And you nod with a fervor, Jean pushing your legs apart and slicking his fingers with your juices. Drops his mouth down to your cunt and laps at it, sucking your lips and rubbing your thighs. He’s inching his fingers closer to your dripping hole, pushing two fingers all at once. Makes your hips jerk at the stretch, his fingers are long and hook up into a spot you could never reach. Jean suctions your pearly nub in his mouth, curling his fingers this way and that. You’re trying your damnest not to moan out loud and let everyone hear you. When the man between your legs gives a particularly hard suck you gush all over his hands, tummy clenching as you bring the pillow over your face. 

Jean keeps lapping at your sensitive pussy, making you jerk back. With one final kiss to your clit Jean rises, cock harder than ever and turning a deep purple. “You’ve been so good pretty angel, keep it up and you’ll get to cum as much as you want.” He says, kissing up your body and neck. Leaning over you, grabbing your thighs in his big hands and pushing them to your chest. He’s sliding his dick between your lips, teasing you with his tip. You whine, “Please Jean, please more-” 

He shushes you by slipping his tongue into your mouth, pushing his thick heavy length into your sopping mess. You yelp, the way your velvety walls are struggling to fit his cock makes your head spin. Jean is panting into your mouth, trying to control the jerk of his hips and let you adjust. Mouthing your neck to keep him occupied till you’re swiveling your hips to get him to move. You're so wet and tight around him, makes it hard to him thrust in and out. 

But once he starts he can’t fuckin’ stop, starting a steady but fierce rhythm that makes your navel ache from how deep he is, with him digging his fingertips into your plush thighs and snapping up into your wetness. Disgusting schlicking of your creamy cunt and his balls papping against your ass can be heard in the otherwise quiet room. Jean reaches one hand to swirl on your sore clit when he feels himself getting ready to cum, you grip his shoulders tightly leaning your head into his neck and biting down so you won’t make noise. 

“M’ gonna pull out, kay?” As much as it pains him to do so he can’t risk blowing his load inside. You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist trapping him there. “Inside, m’ on the pill, cum inside please-” Jean shudders and feels his balls clench immediately, groaning at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his neck, and cums when you clamp down on him like a vice. Thrusts stuttering as he empties himself inside. You feel so full, eyes rolling back as you cum again. Pleasure rolling through you like waves. Jean pulls out and watches the thick white begin the pour out your pussy. 

You lay on the bed panting when you feel Jean get up from the bed, your heart plummets a little when you hear him shuffling around, thinking he was just going to fuck you and then leave. But you hear him run your bathroom sink, and then he’s stepping out with a damp washcloth and wiping your inner thighs and sensitive mound. And after you’re all taken care of, he plops onto your bed with a tired smile. Wrapping you in his arms as if you’d been lovers forever. 

You get a little sad thinking about how he’ll go back to Germany, but remember that he’s going to be here for the whole month - and earlier you got a letter saying that your scholarship in Munich was accepted.

[oneofthosesimps]

Martyr

pairing: levi x reader I nsfw

word count: 5729

summary: after a long day and lots of tension, levi takes care of you and fucks you into your dilirium

warnings: choking (i mean like you get no air at all), rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, sub x dom

authors note: ok, i'm absolutely not satisfied with the fanfic, but i've been sitting on it for way too long and i have to get it out now, because i can't work on anything else. the next one will be better, i promise.

all credits to the artist of this pic

i hope that's right

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"They're miserable" Oluo says to you and wrinkles his nose. You look at Marco Bott in front of you, hanging in the ropes of the ODM gear and trying with all his might to keep his balance.

A gust of air swirls individual leaves around you, causing a few strands of your hair to fall into your face. The ropes of the ODM gear blow back and forth slightly and this small movement completely throws Bott off balance. You can see the effort and sweat beading on his face, he clenches his teeth tightly before panic overcomes him. His body can't find balance and he starts to row his arms, but it's too late. He topples over backwards and with a dull thud his head hits the stone floor. "Pathetic," you mutter, grabbing your forehead with your hand. Actually, such an impact shouldn't even happen, but judging by the appearance, since Bott slipped out of the leather straps, he hadn't fastened them properly. "The students are a disaster," Oluo says in your direction, and you nod slightly at him.

"Okay, Bott, out of the harnesses! Arlert, you're up next!" he shouts to the other group members, then runs to Marco to help him out of his predicament.

Your eyes roam over the other groups and their contraptions. Oluo was right with his statement. It's been a long time since you've seen such a pile of work. There are individual exceptions like Mikasa Ackerman or Annie Leonhardt, but as mentioned before, these are only exceptions. The rest are doing just as poorly as Bott. A long sigh escapes you.

"They are a bunch of shit.” Your hackles stand up and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The goosebumps start at your shoulders and then spread down your arms. Your heart seems to skip a beat.

"Yes, they are, Captain." Oluo stands next to you again and your captain joins in as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you look to your left at Levi, who looks straight ahead with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"Oi, Arlert, you're a disgrace to our troop. Get a grip."

"Yes, sir," Armin shouts back, but you can see the uncertainty Levi's words bring and his whole-body tenses. He also loses his balance, his body swings backwards and he hangs upside down in the ropes, like Marco Bott before - at least he doesn't hit his head.

"What did I tell you!!! Tighten the center!" roars Oluo, stomping his feet as he makes his way to Arlert.

A breeze comes up again, stronger this time, and the cadets have great difficulty keeping their balance. In fact, everyone sails back, except, to your surprise, Connie Springer, who is cheered on by the rest of his group. You pull your jacket tighter around you, hoping it would catch some of the spring wind, but you shiver anyway.

"Your jaw is tight," Levi's deep voice says beside you, and you turn your gaze to him in surprise. His grey eyes look down at you from above and you swallow hard. He's such a handsome man. His shoulders show well through his uniform and his shirt tightens a bit at his chest due to his muscles. His eyes sparkle slightly from the sun shining on his face. The wind has spread some hair on his forehead and your fingertips start to tickle. How you would like to brush them away. You clench your hands into fists to stop yourself.

"Didn't even realize it," you reply, turning your gaze back to Oluo and Arlert to stay calm. Your heart drums a little in your chest. Your comrade is trying his best to help him and give him instructions and assistance.

"To be honest, your whole body is tense". You feel Levi's calm gaze still resting on you and you put your head back and stare at the sky. A few clouds drift across the sky, white and fluffy.

"It's been a busy day, too." Your eyes shift back to him and you both look into each other's eyes. His grey eyes seem almost a bright silver. He studies you more closely and the corners of his mouth lift up ever so slightly. "Understandable, with this bunch of idiots." You roll your eyes and have to grin slightly before sighing again. It was admittedly leaching to complete the first training sessions with new cadets. They are all so full of anticipation before harsh reality catches up with them and about a third of all are sent back home - if they still have a home after Wall Maria was breached and Shiganshina District had to be left.

Of course, it was little different for you back then, but you performed solidly right from the start and made it to the top 3 of all graduates after hard training. That was also the reason why Levi included you in his squad.

Nonetheless, you just got annoyed and wanted a break from all the frustration and instruction you had to give. Being a teacher is not the reason you joined the Survey Corps.

Levi is just opening his mouth to say something when Petra's loud voice echoes across the square.

"Captain, I need your help." Over Levi's shoulder, you can see her, hands flailing in the air. Levi clicks his tongue and his expression changes, becomes slightly annoyed. You do the same. He leans over to you, his head right next to yours. His strong scent of black tea and citrus rises to your nose and your knees go weak. His hot breath hits the shell of your ear and goosebumps cover your body again. "I'll make you feel better later." Your heart starts beating faster and a deep blush settles over your cheeks. You hold your breath as he turns and walks with strong strides back to his spot by Petra, the Wings of Freedom emblazoned large on his back.

"Tch, I haven't seen a fucking weakling like that in a long time, Yaeger," you hear him shout further back. Again, a slight grin comes over you.

"Ma'am, can you help me with the straps?" calls Christa Renz over to you. She snaps you out of your thoughts and you come back to yourself. You expel your long-held breath and make your way over to her.

The rest of the training was like chewing gum compared to before. The remaining part of your group wasn't a total bust, but Levi's words left a sweet note and butterflies in your stomach. Your whole body tingled with joy and the scenarios in your head took their own course. Every now and then your gaze swung to Levi, even as you have pulled yourself together, but the temptation was far too great. And then when he caught your gaze, you could see the change in him even across the distance. At one point you even thought he winked at you, which was the most uncharacteristic thing ever for him, but just the pure thought that you were right made your knees weak again. For this reason, you were more concerned with your students, who were not very happy about it. You had the reputation of being almost as strict as Levi - but with less insults - and that although your size made you look more like a dwarf. At the end of the training, the Levi Squad then condemned the worst to clean up the mess. The sun was lower by now, it was late afternoon and the wind was blowing stronger. You walked together as a group back to the large building and followed the cadets to the mess hall.

As usual, you took your food first before the rest could strike, which you were more than happy about. At least on days when there was meat, it was always an advantage for everything and everyone to fill their plates before Sasha Blouse. Her love for food was immeasurable. After her, there wasn't that much left for others to lead and sharing was out of the question for her. You plod along behind Eld with your full plate and settle into the seat next to him and Oluo.

"What a day, huh guys?" groans Petra, sliding onto the bench across from you, followed by Gunther and then Levi, who grabs the seat across from yours.

You stare at the potatoes, meat and bread in front of you and start eating, almost burning yourself.

The others do the same, while Levi drinks his tea and lets his gaze roam the room to observe the other cadets.

"There, you say something. I wonder when it's going to be expedition time again. Time to kill some titans again, isn't it?" grins Oluo next to you, poking you in the side. You give him a dry look. "You mean so I can do all the work again and you can rest?" Oluo blushes slightly, whether from anger or shame, and slashes at the table with his knife in his right hand.

"I was here long before you even got around to it, kid".

"That makes your 39 kills all the sadder," you mock, and the others stifle their laughter.

Oluo contorts his face and is about to open his mouth when Eld slaps him on the back, "Oh Oluo, I can still remember when you wet yourself on your first expedition."

The blow startles Oluo slightly and he yelps in pain. He slaps his hand over his mouth and contorts his face. "I bit my tongue," he mumbles, which really makes the others laugh now. You, on the other hand, just roll your eyes again and are pleased inwardly.

No matter how much you get on each other's nerves sometimes, you are a family that always stands up for each other. Most of the happy moments you can still remember were spent with this group. Each had its strengths and weaknesses, which in turn compensated for another. Your gaze falls on each of them as they still laugh and Oluo still complains before you look at Levi.

Again, your breath catches slightly. His gaze pierces you and holds you spellbound. He looks at you as he slowly eats. A shiver runs down your spine again and you press your legs together. His gaze is intense and deep, going straight to your soul. His silver eyes are darker and possessive. No one at the table seems to notice what's happening, as Levi has always been good at hiding your personal moments. It's a mystery to you how he did it since you always felt caught and like your body didn't really belong to you. He was the one thing that always upset you and left you breathless. You smile slightly at him and his gaze darkens even more, making you swallow.

"Captain, how about a little break for us tonight? We could all sit down together for a bit and have a little drink," Petra catches your attention. She blushes slightly and you have to suppress the gagging. Never, never, would Levi ever feel anything for Petra. Everyone liked her, including him and yourself, of course, but not in that way. They were much too different for that and didn't have the same goals. But you had already noticed how Petra looked at Levi and blushed and bit her lip and stroked through her hair and smiled and laughed extra and positioned herself well and always stood next to him, sat down, tried to work with him, always addressed him directly, took him in protection. You were never jealous because Levi never gave you a reason to be, but Petra made it really hard for you sometimes. Especially since no one, except Hange, of course, knew about how things were between Levi and you.

"Oi, your hand," Gunther says, touching it. You recoil and realize how your hand hurts. You clutch your knife tightly, your knuckles white. Everyone is looking at you. You let go of it and it falls to the table before you mumble a quiet apology and continue eating. Speaking of which, you were bad at hiding your feelings for Levi. The others let go of you and turn their attention back to Petra and Levi.

"Tch, do what you want, I still have workto do". Petra looks slightly disappointed and starts eating again. The rest of the meal was quieter as everyone was busy filling their bellies. Eld and Gunther are the first to leave before Levi raises his voice. "Oi, Petra, take my dishes away as soon as you finished". The girl seems hopeful for a brief moment before Levi smashes her hopes. He looks at you and your almost empty plates. "... And the other one here too".

With these words he straightens up. You look up at him. "Would you help me just now?" His eyes show a sparkle again and your gaze falls on Petra and Oluo for a brief moment before you nod. With those words, he trots off. You quickly get up, say goodbye, and walk after him. Your path past the cadets is quiet and the murmuring around you also quiets, which always happened when Levi was around. No one would dare to accidentally say something that might upset him. Levi headed for the stone stairs in the hallway, down the long hallway to the door of his office. A few torches flicker on the wall, lighting your way, even with the sun still providing more than enough light from outside. All the while, you follow him quietly until he unlocks the door and both of you step inside.

You close the door behind you with a soft click and turn around. Levi is standing in front of you with his arms folded in front of his chest. He leans slightly against his desk and examines you from top to bottom. The evening sun shines through the window behind him and strong shadows stand out on his face. "How are you?" You bite your lower lip and swallow hard. "Pretty good, I guess," you say and avert your gaze, looking down at the ground. You continue to feel his gaze and you blush slightly. Your breathing gets a little heavier and you swallow again. The tension in this room is heavy and oppressive. The energy between you is crackling and the hairs on your arms are standing up. It is amazing how different Levi could behave. Toward everyone else on the planet, he was an ass, no question about it. But to you, he treated you like you were a flower that would wilt if he didn't take proper care of it. You bite your lower lip. Levi's footsteps come toward you until he's standing right in front of you and you can look at his shoes. He puts a finger under your chin and lifts your face. His eyes are impenetrable, and he can probably read you again like one of his books.

"You know better than to bite your lip," he whispers to you. He places his left hand against the door behind you and leans against you. His eyes pull you in before you close them and feel his lips on yours. In the background, you hear him turn the key in the lock, locking you in this room. His teeth graze over your bottom lip and he captures it, sucking on it before releasing it. "I'll do that for you, won't I?" A low moan escapes you and you open your eyes again. He was even closer to you, your noses almost grazing each other, and his hot breathing and warmth befuddle you.

"Remember what I promised you earlier?" You nod and lick your lips. His gaze immediately darts to that movement before he looks into your soul again. "Repeat it."

"You promised me that you would make me feel better".

A slight smile curls his lips and he takes your face in his right hand. You nestle into it and your heart flutters.

"So, do you still want this?" What a question, you think and nod slightly, kissing the inside palm of his hand and staring at him. Please make me feel good. Again, he has to smirk slightly and presses a feather-light kiss to your forehead before stepping away from you, taking his warmth with him. He steps back to his desk and resumes his previous posture there. His face and body tension are harder and his eyes seem much darker than before.

"Take off your clothes," comes his instruction. His voice is also low and hard. You look at him a little unsettled and surprised before you start undoing the buttons of your blouse. His gaze follows your movements and he tilts his head slightly. You kick your shoes aside. The removal of your pants in particular seems to fascinate him, and you swear you saw a sparkle in his eyes as your bra and panties follow the other garments as well. So, you stand in front of him, shivering slightly from the temperature difference, causing your nipples to poke hard at him and your skin to be covered in goosebumps again. He licks his lips and takes off his jacket, placing it on his desk behind him. He undoes the straps that wrap around his torso and sets them aside as well.

"Kneel down." You do as you were told and kneel on the cold wooden floor. This causes the cold to shoot more strongly through your body and you shake yourself slightly. Levi is still watching you and slowly lets his gaze roam over you. After your next blink, he rises and steps to the other side of his desk, which faces his window. He opens the first drawer on the left and pulls out something. After closing it, he comes back to your side and slowly steps towards you. You are a little surprised at what he just did since you can't see anything in his hands. He stops in front of you and looks down. You follow his hands, which reach for the buttons of his shirt, which he then slowly opens bit by bit. His gaze stares at you again, while he moves as if in slow motion. For you, it was all much too slow and with each button your heart beat a beat faster again. If it were up to you, you would have torn it from his body so that the buttons would fly across the room. But your hands remain still in your lap as you wait for each button. Finally arriving at the last one, he undoes it as well before slipping his shirt off his torso. His shoulders and arms work as he does so, and your knees soften. You love his body, he's a god. With all the years of training and fighting experience, it goes without saying that he is trained, but his cross and arms especially make your heart weak. You don't know what that is because of, but it's just a preference of yours on him. One of the many you have to mention about it. And you love every single scar from his skin you've run along them so many times with your lips and fingers. Slowly your temperature changes. Your body becomes warm and you notice how your center becomes moist. He reaches into his right pants pocket and pulls out a long piece of rope. Your breath catches and your eyes widen. Levi still just looks at you and plays with it a bit, tightens it and let’s go again. As he does, the muscles under his skin play again, looking indescribable with the setting sun in the background. Veins come out from under his skin and you pull your eyebrows together in frustration. He shines like a saint that you love to cling to so that he can keep all the evil in the world away from you.

"Hands behind your back." Immediately you do as he said and follow him as long as you can with your gaze as he walks around you and then kneels behind you. His fingers are warm as they graze your skin and he ties the rope around your wrists to join your two hands together. After he's done, he runs his hands up your arms, touching the haunches above your collarbones for seconds before pulling his hands away again.

"Close your eyes," he whispers in your right ear. The last thing you see before your eyes flutter shut are the last rays of the sun, which bathe the room in a deep orange-red. You feel something being placed over your eyes. Levi ties the piece of cloth to the back of your head and then rises. As soon as you realize he's done, your eyes open briefly, only to see deep black. Butterflies spread through your lower stomach and you press your lips together to stifle a moan. With excitement and anticipation, you feel more wetness between your legs and squirm slightly to create some pressure, but to no avail. Now without sight, you rely more on your ears and the sounds of the environment around you. Levi moves quietly around the room, you locate him at his desk and hear him light a match. The smell of smoke fills the room. When he seems to be finished, he moves back toward you. You hear the rattle of the buckles of his belts, which then fall to the floor with a sound. He loosens one strap after another until the sounds stop. You feel his presence in front of you and squeeze your legs together again. Fabric rustles before it's quiet again. Suddenly, a hand reaches into your hair and pulls your head almost painfully to the back of your neck. Air escapes your throat and you make a surprised sound.

"Open your mouth." Levi's voice seems even deeper than usual and hard, almost cold. You open it on command and stick out your tongue. You hear him smirk and feel one of his fingers, which slowly works its way to your throat. "I raised you so well," Levi murmurs, and you suck on his finger. Shortly after, two more join him. "I'm going to use you so well. You're going to do exactly what you were made to do: choke on my cock and milk it afterwards." A long moan escapes you and you suck on his fingers, your tongue playing with them before withdrawing them again. A feather-light touch brushes over your left nipple and you sigh. "I saw the look on your face earlier. How shamelessly you fantasize about such things while your cadets are in front of you and that idiot Oluo is standing next to you. How I would have loved to take his place". Your saliva causes your nipples to harden again as the cold air swirls around them. The hand in your hair loosens. Shortly after, you feel something warm and soft against your lips. Your mouth opens again and you groan. Levi's cock slides between your teeth into the roof of your mouth and he moans out too. "Fuck, finally." You feel the wetness between your legs run down your thigh before it drips onto the floor. Levi's hand finds its way into your hair again, and he pulls his hips back before they shoot forward again and his cock buries itself in your mouth once more. He holds this speed for some time. You get warmer and warmer, especially at the thought of you kneeling there right now in front of him and him using your mouth. "You're doing so good, slut," Levi murmurs from above, thrusting harder. The sound of your mouth smacking and his increasingly heavy breathing echoes through the room. You taste a few drops of his juice and your eyes roll back into your skull. Again, a long moan escapes you and the hand in your hair grips harder. Slight pain jolts through your scalp and goosebumps form on your skin again.

"Your mouth is so warm and wet. Just not as tight as your cunt, but I can change that". His cock finds its way deeper into your throat, almost hitting the back it before withdrawing completely. For a brief moment you feel his lips on yours, his tongue exploring the path his cock had paved earlier. He tastes himself on your lips and wants much more of it. The kiss is wild and he leaves you with throbbing, swollen lips. "Tongue out." Before you can take a breath, you're sticking it out at him again. He slaps his cock on it a few times before burying himself inside you again with one smooth thrust. His entire length fills your mouth, and you gag slightly as his tip sticks way too deep in your throat. Levi doesn't let up though, keeping you that way before resuming his previous speed and hardness. You squeeze your eyes shut, but tears escape your eyelids anyway. They wet the fabric on your eyes and find their way along under it, flowing down your cheeks and dripping on your legs. The more your throat hurts, the heavier Levi's breathing becomes. His balls hit your chin and his second hand finds its way into your hair as well, holding you in place.

"You feel so good," his deep, dry voice comes out. "...The way you sit here in front of me and suck me so good. Other men dream about it. Who would believe what a slut you are?" You moan and the vibration makes him wince and he claws into your scalp. As best you can, you slide your tongue around his shaft, grasping his tip, sucking on him while his hips keep thrusting. Your mouth and neck feel painful and your jaw hurts from the constant mouthing. As your tongue touches his balls, his hips twitch and he pulls back breathlessly. His cock pulls out of you again and you gasp for air. You cough heavily and saliva runs down the corners of your mouth.

Suddenly, Levi's hands push at your hips and pull you upward. Your legs are jello, which is why he catches your weight and supports you. The soles of your feet touch the ground for only a few moments before you feel his shoulder against your stomach and your face comes to rest on his back. The air is forced from your lungs and blood rushes to your head. He grips the rope at your wrists, thus holding you tight before he moves. “Levi, I want more”, you mumble and feel the juice running between your legs. He opens the door to his bedroom and carries you to his bed, where he lays you down somewhat roughly. The room smells like him. The bed linen is freshly washed, which is normal for him. The smell of tea is also heavy in the air, as well as its own note, which is that of Levi himself. “Tch, it's clear to me that you little bitch can't get enough. But do not worry, my big cock will fill you up in a minute.”

He turns you onto your stomach and pulls your butt up and towards him. You feel his warm breath at your center and your muscles tremble. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being so wet?" He blows against your wet lips and you squirm slightly under him. You feel his tongue licking once along your slit. You moan loudly as you finally get some touch before his hand hits your right ass cheek and you howl in pain. Without warning, his cock drills deep into your cunt and your moans mingle in the small space, echoing out to you. Immediately, Levi picks up the pace he had earlier while fucking your mouth. You jerk beneath him, moaning into the mattress beneath you, and your fingernails each dig into the wrist of the other arm. Again, Levi's hand closes around the rope and he pulls you up to him, grasping your throat with his other hand and biting your shoulder. You moan his name loudly and press against the warmth of his chest. He licks over the bite marks and fucks you harder. Your walls close tightly around his cock and he moans loudly next to your ear. "How tight can you get?" he murmurs, and his hand around your throat squeezes tighter. His fingers are right against your main arteries. Your air gets shorter, your pulse beats faster to push the blood into your head, but because of the pressure from his fingers it doesn't work. Light panic overcomes you and mixes with your lust. "Levi...I-I," you try to say before everything around you goes black. Your whole-body collapses and you can't finish your sentence. He immediately releases the pressure of his hand before you finally lose consciousness and the blood rushes back to your head. The difference in pressure makes you dizzy as you slowly regain consciousness. His thrusts don't stop, his endurance was immeasurable. He moans into your neck and your whole belly tingles with satisfaction. Your moans get louder again.

"Again?"

"Yes," you groan out. You hear him laugh softly before the pressure around your throat intensifies again and the scenario from just now repeats itself. The mixture of dizziness and pleasure is a deadly mix. Nothing feels better and you want more, more and more, but Levi knows exactly when to stop before he puts your little body through too much. As you come to yourself again, Levi loosens his hand around the rope and wraps his arm around your stomach. He presses you tighter against him, holding your weak body tight. "You're the biggest slut," he murmurs against your ear. The hand on your belly slowly strokes to your pelvic bones, slowly finding its way between your legs. He circles your clit with his middle finger, making you twitch and squirm against his chest as you praise his name. His lips settle on your neck, beginning to suck as his hand pushes deeper. He feels his own cock thrusting into you and adds his index and middle fingers, burying them in your creamy hole as well, which they grip tightly, and your moans grow louder again. No one must ever know what Levi does with you during all those hours in his bedroom. No one would probably believe it. How many marks he has left on your body, how many times he has cut off your air, how many times he has fucked you into unconsciousness, left your cunt sore. If Levi would be a religion, you would be its first martyr.

You lay your head in your neck and his hand around your throat rests on your forehead, pressing your head back. This makes it easier for him to get to your throat with his mouth. He licks away the sweat next to the mark before making more. "I'm so sick of no one knowing what I do to you," he hums against your neck. "I'm so fed up with the fact that some complete idiots actually still think they have a chance with you, can fuck you the way I'm doing right now". At these words he fucks you incessantly, his two fingers in addition inside you, which stretch you further and you are in heaven. Your delirium is near. He feels his way forward, curves his fingers, massages the inside of your walls. He just can't get to your g-spot due to the extra space his dick takes up and you will think you are going insane. "Even though yes I love how jealous you get of Petra. Tch, as if I would touch that filthy bitch." His thrusts get even harder and your whole-body tenses, groaning in pain. "No one can give me what you give me," he whispers. No one could give him the power he had over you. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you would get wet with lust and horniness. You were a dream come true, not just in that way. Levi loves you more than anything else in the world, even if he never says it, but deep inside you know it.

The thumb of his hand moves between your legs again to your clitoris and presses against it. A second, two seconds pass before you explode. Your vision goes white despite your blindfold, your body writhes, the muscles in your thighs twitch wildly, and you scream the room together. His name falls from your lips again as he fucks you through your orgasm. Each thrust brings sparks, his lips on your neck and his hands on and inside you. As your body slowly calms, he releases you, removes his hands, and pushes you back into the mattress. Your face shifts over the fabric before he has you back in the right position. His right leg settles next to your hip and you hear the bed creak beneath you. He continues to increase his speed, getting harder. His head settles into your neck and he moans loudly as he fucks you, finally meeting his end. Tears run down your cheeks as your body is drained, screaming at you to take a break. But the sensation between your legs pulls through your body again, making you moan once more. His hands dig painfully into your ass before Levi explodes inside you. His juice squirts into you and your name falls from his lips, giving you butterflies again. He thrusts with light strokes before gradually slowing down and dropping against your body.

He gives himself a brief moment before rising from you and untying your hands. without any remaining body tension, you fall onto the mattress beneath you and tear the blindfold from your head. The room is dark. The sun has set in time and your sense of time is confused. The light from the candle in the office brings a little light into the room, so that you can make out the outlines of the furniture.

"Better?" You hum to him and snuggle into the blanket beneath you. "Oi, I'll run us a bath, don't fall asleep." You grumble again and look after him as he leaves you alone and drained in the dark room.

[chili-aux]

So, I was browsing my notes and there's this draft that has been sitting in there for months now. I don't have the strength to continue it anymore cuz this was supposed to be longer but yeah, I finished the rest of the draft cuz I can't sleep. And so, I want to share it with you all ^_^

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"Gosh, where is it?! I'm so so doomed!"

As Hange walked into the wide kitchen area to procure food for her rumbling stomach, she stopped upon hearing a low voice, seemingly muttering to herself in front of the food containers. The girl, Sasha Blouse, is urgently rummaging the cabinets, finding food to stop her endless hunger, Hange assumed.

The girl luckily doesn't notice her yet.

With stealthy steps, Hange slowly walked towards Sasha's back. Upon reaching her destination, Hange raised her arms and with a jolt, she put her plan into action, "Boo!"

A scream that seemed like the Female Titan's roar resonated from the frightened brunette. She turned back to look at who had the guts to surprise her, raising her right arm to punch the hell out of them. But she stopped as she saw Hange dying in a fit of laughter, holding her stomach and wiping tears of joy from her eyes.

"Hange-san! Why did you do that?" Retreating her raised arm, she put the balled hands on her chest, both as a salute to the commander in front of her and to feel her shocked heart rocking inside it. With a cry, "You scared me!"

"I-I'm sorry, Sasha! You seemed so tense there, so I just decided to loosen you up a bit. Anyways," Coming down from her high, the commander fixed her skewed glasses, and continued, "you're hungry, aren't you?"

As if on cue, a loud growl emitted from Sasha's hungry tummy. Sasha shyly put her hands on it. They both looked at it for a moment before laughing once again.

"Well, that answers my question. I'm quite hungry, too. Want me to cook for you?" Hange offered.

"You will!?" Sasha is now salivating from the thought. Hange just laughed at this while opening the cabinet to look at the ingredients and decide thereafter what she will cook.

"Yes. Oh and don't worry, if Levi's the clean master, I'm the head of the kitchen."

"Oh really, four eyes?" This time, Sasha isn't just the one who jumped from surprise. Hange immediately closed the opened cabinet and placed her hand on her chest, turning back to the intruder with a comical look on her face.

"Levi!" "Captain!" Hange and Sasha simultaneously blurted out. The man in question just send them his usual stoic expression and walked towards them.

"Did you forget that you're banned from the kitchen, Commander four-eyes? Because if my memory serves me right, you cooked as if you're conducting some experimental shits last time you were here."

Breaking out of her trance, Hange retorted, "For your information, Captain shorty, measurements are necessary in cooking. It just so happens that I'm meticulous in that department."

"And you think that using your lab equipment is appropriate for cooking? There are proper shits for that."

As their bickering continues, Sasha just stood by the kitchen table and watched the heated exchange. This isn't new to her, including the rest of the 104th squad. They had seen them fight and tease each other before, looking as if like they're an old married couple who loves to get on each other’s asses and take the others attention just for them, albeit, unconsciously.

Ever since retaking Wall Maria though, responsibilities of being the new commander of the Survey Corps had changed the once eccentric Titan Scientist. Her joyfulness and enthusiasm about things, trivial or not, decreased considerably with the light slowly fading in her right eye. Her lips once stretched with the widest grin and loudest laugh were now pulled into a tight nipped one, expression being always surrounded with seriousness and tiredness.

The captain, despite displaying a blank expression all the time, grew somewhat overprotective of the Commander. Since Hange's loyal assistant passed away, he puts it to himself in taking the role of being the nagger of the two, however, tamer than Moblit did. He would still knock her up if she's not minding her needs again - quite uniquely delivering his concern via bathing her, cooking food for her, assisting her in meetings, assemblies, and paperwork. He never even once left her side, save for those times she requested him to not go or he has important matters to attend to.

In spite of this gradual change in their Captain's behavior, what Sasha noticed that accentuated the true relationship of her two superiors was the toleration of their quirks, their sneaky sweet gestures, and the respect, trust, and love they had for each other. Observant as ever, she knew that she had just scratched the icetip, as she believes that there is something more that only the two of them are allowed to see.

"Sasha, are you okay dear?" Hange's concerned voice registered in her senses. She blinked then looked at her two superiors who were gazing at her with worry dancing in their eyes.

"Ah y-yeah, I am."

"Well, why don't you two sits now, do you? I'll cook. And I won't accept buts, Commander." The brunettes lightened up, immediately obeying the man's words.

"Who said that I will complain, hmm Mister?" Hange teased while Sasha just snickered beside her.

"Shut up." Levi retorted.

Twenty minutes later, three platefuls of omelettes were placed on the kitchen table. Sasha wasted no time and dug her spoon in. She hummed, delightfully savoring the rich taste.

Hange just watched her, affectionately wishing that after this every blood her comrades shed, these kids, her kids, will live a long life and fulfill the life they imagined.

Her trail of thought was stopped when she felt a light jab on her right.

"Eat up now, will you? Or do you want me to put that spoon on that mouth of yours?" Levi lowly said.

"Don't stress your ass too much, Captain. But, fine."

Sasha once again stared at their interactions while putting the last piece of omelettes in her mouth.

"Y'know," Sasha started, startling her two superiors.

"Know what, Sasha?" Hange asked as she put down her spoon. Levi just waited, though curious, too.

Sasha leisurely took her time cleaning herself from crumbs. Once done, she continued. "You look like a married couple."

Hange and Levi collectively broadened their eyes from surprise. Raging pinkish tint of blush occured thereafter on Hange's face while Levi drank the tea to hide his slipping delight.

Satisfied, Sasha stood up and collected her utensils, putting them on the sink before washing her hands. She can still sense the chaos she had ensued. However, unfortunately for her two superiors, she is still not yet done.

When she finally fixed herself, she saluted to the two, "I'm going to go back to Mikasa now. Please excuse me, sires."

Hange just nodded while trying her best to gather her lost breath. With this, Sasha finally walked her way out of the kitchen.

Then she turned back.

"By the way, thank you for the meal..." Sasha began, "... mom and dad."

Levi blasted out his tea.

[sweettodo]

LMFAO- can u headcannon the aot warriors + y/n in a zoom meeting. and y’know y/n a little baddie and wears a revealing outfit 😩😏

i just saw this tiktok of some fanart of them in a zoom meet and it was the cutest thing EVERRRR.

EREN-

• doesn’t even bother to get out of bed, he just rolls over, picks his laptop from the floor and joins the zoom only to fall back asleep.

• levi constantly attempts to get his attention, and eren doesn’t even budge.

• seldom awake, but when he IS, he will usually interrupt to ask a stupid question: ‘hange where did you get that cool plant?’ or ‘jean i smell you through the zoom call, did you shower today?’

• enjoys changing his background to an odd photo of jean or one of his friends.

• hange will be the first to kick eren out of the zoom, and it’s not like mr. jaeger cares or anything.

• not to mention, he leaves his camera on too. so everyone sees shirtless eren passed out under the blankets with not a regard in the world.

• eats while on the call.

• one day, ( he still thanks god he was awake to see this ) you were working out in the morning before realizing you were already 10 minutes late to your meeting.

• jumping on to the meeting, sweaty, in a revealing sports bra and shorts, you’re apologizing profusely to levi and hange for being late.

• ‘lookin’ good y/n’ eren cackles, but what you or your friends realizing was that eren was now breathless, trying not to stare at you with every bit of will-power he could muster up.

• ‘seems that eren’s pretty awake now, heh’ jean taunts, eren quickly turns off his camera, so he could enjoy looking at you, who decided to wear... that

JEAN-

~ also likes to change his background, plays on his xbox with or without connie, headphones on his head and screaming while levi is muting jean to proceed talking.

~ jean has the pc set up and everything with the two monitors and the colorful custom pc.

~ eren makes fun of him because he uses a microphone. like the ones that have the stand and everything.

~ his room is never fully lit. he used leds, ( blue or green tbh ) shades are always closed.

~ ‘jean, turn off the game. now’ hange swears she tells him everyday.

~ ‘hey jean, didn’t you wear that sweatshirt last time? do you have any other clothes?’ eren ridicules, of course interrupting levi, who’s talking.

~ ‘i see the crumbs on your bed, jaeger!’

~ jean finds himself staring at you once you joined the call, wearing a... revealing... tank top with a very generous bra. his mouth growing increasingly dry.

~ he assumes that no one seems to notice, but when his friends see that he’s quite literally frozen in place, mouth slightly open as he’s looking at your chest.

~ ‘jean’

~ no answer.

~ ‘jean!’

~ ‘hu- yeah, yes?’

~ ‘is your internet having issues? you’re frozen’

MIKASA-

: sits at her desk, she has a picture collage of her, eren and armin on her wall.

: pristine white walls, very clean.

: always needs to call eren to wake him up before the meeting so he doesn’t miss it.

: if she forgets to call eren to wake him up, he blames her for missing the meeting.

: mikasa and armin are always firsts to the meeting.

: she always speaks, and fully participates.

: levi and hange usually are apt to call on her first for her opinions.

: she never turns her camera off, she’s wearing a comfortable but appropriate outfit, jeans and a blouse or shorts and a t shirt.

: sends group emails, for literally whatever reason.

: compliments others backgrounds ( their rooms ).

: reminds eren that his room is a pigsty and he needs to get out of bed, ‘eren, it’s 11:30am, get up.’

: ‘jean, you need to make your bed once and awhile’

: she always compliments what you’re wearing too, ‘i love that top y/n, where’d you get it?’

: and will have absolutely no problem with putting the boys in their place when she catches them gawking at you.

: ‘you guys are like dogs’

: she tells levi to kick them from the meet if they keep staring at you.

ARMIN-

∘ always early.

∘ room is neat, warm looking and he sits on the edge of his bed with his laptop in his lap.

∘ most talkative one here besides levi and hange.

∘ also calls eren every morning to ensure he’s awake.

∘ armin has a notebook and pencil next to him, constantly writing down notes.

∘ always has a presentation ready, a powerpoint or a document to show everyone.

∘ usually sticks to casual, t shirt and jeans.

∘ room is well lit, camera and mic are always on.

∘ also reminds the others to pay attention and be quiet, pleading with them, ‘guys, captain levi is trying to talk.’ also always lectures eren to get out of bed once and awhile.

∘ he doesn’t really pay much attention to what the others are wearing, but he can’t help but glance a few times at your outfit for the day.

∘ it makes his heart pound of his chest when you move to stretch or prop for hand under your chin to listen, your chest on display, arms squeezing them together only a little. he was in awe, swallowing hard and trying not to blush.

∘ avoiding you at all costs.

∘ armin won’t admit it, but he’s a hypocrite, so he’s gonna lecture the boys not to objectify you and tells you that he’s sorry for their immaturity.

∘ but yet here he is.

LEVI-

» cup of tea ready.

» sits at his dining room table.

» dreads having to do the zoom meet, so he’s pretty short tempered the whole time.

» wearing a button up per usual.

» well lit, has a plant in the corner of the room, most likely a cat in the windowsill.

» very english teacher-esque.

» swears the whole time at eren.

» kicks eren and jean out almost every zoom meeting.

» relies on armin for detailed information and analysis’

» needed to ask hange in secret how to present his screen, pin / mute people because he was pretty inept at computers for the most part.

» doesn’t use the mouse pad on his laptop, he connects a mouse because he despises that stupid mouse pad.

» the second he sees what you’re wearing, he shakes his head, ‘tch, i can hear these hounds now’

» yells at the boys to stop being perverts.

CONNIE-

‣  similar to jean, he also used led’s most of the time.

‣  has posters on his walls of music artists, shows, games and people

‣  he sits at his desk, which is cluttered, occasionally plays video games ( not as much as jean )

‣  zones out, looking at something random and blocks out a lot of what hange and levi says.

‣  yawns like 80 times in the span of an hour.

‣  drinks soda, or surfs the web.

‣  his bed is made, and he wears sweatshirts and sweats because like eren, he just got out of bed too.

‣  though connies bed is made, he still has clothes littered here and there, has a rack of shoes in the corner of his room ( he’s a sneaker head )

‣  most likely to not turn his camera on because he leaves the room to do god knows what.

‣  plays imessage games during the call.

‣  teases eren constantly.

‣  he won’t be AS dog-ish when he sees what you’re wearing, but he will say to himself, ‘she has some pretty nice tits’ and will probably text jean saying exactly that. but then he just moved on with his day.

‣  presents memes before the meeting to try and get levi to laugh. it doesn’t work.

HANGE-

≈ shes on her couch.

≈ wears casual outfits.

≈ ushers the boys to participate.

≈ very upbeat and happy.

≈ first person to make an interactive slideshow to get everyone to participate.

≈ shes into sending levi cat memes.

≈ has a cup of coffee next to her, plants and pictures of plants on her wall.

≈ likes to unmute people purposely if their mic is muted.

≈ emails back and fourth with armin and levi for plans for the upcoming meetings.

≈ she will not tolerate anyone disrespecting one another. kicking the boys out to stop them from harassing you about what you’re wearing.

HISORIA-

‹ her room is like a oasis, pastel walls, the vines on her walls and everything.

‹ diffuser in the background and incense.

‹ shes drinking coffee, always dressed, makeup on ( if she chooses to wear it ) and she attends these meetings on her laptop, sitting in front of her vanity.

‹ wears pretty blouses, or a summery dress, hair always fixed to perfection.

‹ sometimes her mom comes in, with cut up fruit and ice water, giving it to her and then leaving.

‹ she has framed pictures of her and everyone on her wall.

‹ also has honor roll certificates on her wall.

‹ she makes sure her vanity light is on so she has good lighting.

‹ also takes notes- color coordinating notes.

‹ she does participate, she laughs at the boys when they act up.

‹ also compliments everyone.

‹ when she catches the boys looking at you, she tells levi to make them knock it off, and then shakes her head in disappointment, ‘you all are so weird, leave y/n alone, you’re making her uncomfortable’

YMIR-

≍ shes usually propped up on her side, laying on her bed or the couch.

≍ she doesn’t participate unless she’s chosen to.

≍ keeps quiet, pays good attention.

≍ she sticks to wearing a sweatshirt and shorts or just a t shirt and leggings.

≍ clean room, warm blue sheets and gray walls.

≍ she gets furious when jean and eren go at it.

≍ shes gonna defend you against the boys pertaining to what you’re wearing, saying, ‘take your dirty eyes off of her’

≍ she doesn’t mind what you’re wearing, she thinks you look really good, but you wouldn’t catch her dead making a comment on your body.

≍ won’t admit it but it makes her flustered seeing how your body looks.

SASHA-

⇝ sits at her kitchen table.

⇝ eating full meals while the meeting takes place.

⇝ doesn’t hesitate to talk when her mouth is full so levi keeps her muted.

⇝ house is very home-y, warm and decorated well, her kitchen is seen in the background with her mom or dad occasionally walking past.

⇝ sometimes asking her mom to make her another sandwich, ( after her third one ).

⇝ always laughing with connie and jean.

⇝ sticks to casual outfits, sweatshirt and leggings, hair always up.

⇝ no filter, so if she catches eren or jean looking at you, she’s gonna jump into action.

⇝ ‘i know you’re not looking at her like that!’

⇝ ‘you better stop looking at her before i go over there!’

⇝ ‘captain if you don’t kick these fools out right now i’ll go over there and kick their asses instead!’

[ackerfics]

hi! i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are would you be interested in a soulmate au with mikasa. i adore soulmates au a lot! mikasa x fem!reader (aot cast reincarnated into the modern world and they get to have a happy and not stressful life)

she is half of my soul, as the poets say  — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (soulmate au)

— warnings: none, just fluff

— summary: you finally found each other.

— word count: 3.2k

— author’s notes: thank you so much for the request !! i hope you enjoy reading this because i had a blast putting this all together. plus, i couldn't help but place a quote from 'the song of achilles' bc that was a masterpiece.

Underwater.

Your surroundings were submerged in the depths of the ocean to you.

The professor in front of the lecture hall continued his lesson in a cacophony of white noise. The occasional flipping of textbooks and the clacking of the keyboard droned, a majority of the students tried taking down what the middle-aged man was reciting. You should be doing those, too, but there was something about your day that made you want to skip class and bury yourself in a mound of blankets. The air-conditioning wasn’t helping at all, it just made you drift away, even more, images of flying people and humanoid giants flickering through your mind. Even your vision was becoming blurry as you stared at the seat in front of you, not noticing how your Ethics professor dismissed your class with a reminder of the paper that was due the following week. You were still seated as most of the students stood up, eager to spend the rest of their day inside their dormitories and apartments.

“[Name].” Somebody called out to you but the raw feeling of swinging in midair acted like a bubble, keeping you from going back to reality. The voice groaned in frustration at your lack of response. “Earth to [Name]! Hey, wake up!”

You shook out of your stupor with a blink, turning your head slowly at the person waiting for you. You took in her casual attire, so different from the daydream you were in. At first, you didn’t know about your whereabouts, making you look around the lecture hall — empty except for the two of you and the professor at front. The feeling of confusion once again dominated your sound mind as you breathed out, “Where am I? I thought I was just outside in this desert and I was surrounded by people who were crying like they were a hopeless case. Then there was someone screaming my name, saying they wouldn’t let me go.”

The person pursed their lips, concerned and slightly creeped out at the nonsense coming out of your mouth. There weren’t any deserts near you right now because you two were in the middle of the city, inside a university. The way you phrased those words sounded like a plot from an apocalyptic movie you were bound to binge during academic breaks. There were accounts scattered around the internet about reincarnation that the person drank in the early hours of dawn when they couldn’t go to sleep but witnessing it in front of them, was another whole level of conspiracy theories. A hand was planted on your shoulder, your friend smiling sympathetically at you, knowing that you sometimes have these episodes inside your shared apartment. The look you gave them was enough to erase the wariness bubbling in your friend’s stomach, which spurred them to gather your things and placing them inside your backpack. Your friend worked in silence, however, they were aware of the stare you never took off from the side of their head.

“In case you don’t remember me,” your friend looked up at you with a twinkle of mischief in their irises, “I’m Hitch and I’m your roommate.” She was speaking to you as if you were a toddler, something that made annoyance tickle your chest.

“Hitch?” You mumbled, looking down on your lap for a solid minute until you gasped out loud, the sound echoing inside the lecture hall without any warning. The professor looked up from his seat, glare already in place at the disruption you caused. You buried your face in your hands, face erupting in hues of red because of the embarrassment creeping in your throat. “Oh, my God, don’t tell me I did it again.”

Hitch nodded with a shrug. “I mean, I’m used to your episodes but it always amazed me how you wake up from them all disoriented.” Finishing with her task of tidying your bag, she pulled on your arm. “I think I should record whatever you say next time, this could be my viral moment.” When you gave her a dry glare, she laughed. “Oh, come on, think of the possibilities! But pushing that aside, let’s have dinner first.”

“Hitch, it’s only four in the afternoon.”

She scoffed lightheartedly. “We can always have a midnight snack later. Right now, I’m craving something savory.” The two of you went outside the lecture hall’s door, not missing the look of relief from your Ethics professor as you linked your arm with Hitch’s. She turned to you expectantly. “Any ideas for dinner, bub?”

There was a churning feeling inside your stomach, very much like those life-and-death situations during exams where you rely on your gut for the correct answer if the test includes multiple-choice questions. This time, instead of the nagging voice telling you to encircle the first choice, your gut was telling you to head to the café near your university. Aside from their famous coffee blends and teas (the latter being one of their specialties), the café houses a variety of dishes in its menu, which doesn’t make them a café anymore but the owner still insisted that they’ll be known as that establishment. It was more of a restaurant than your regular coffee shop, making it a hit among the students in the University of Eldia, where a majority of the student body was either caffeine-dependent or reliant on fast food take-outs. The quaint café owned by Levi Ackerman was the perfect solution to yours and Hitch’s grumbling stomachs. 

“How about the café just outside of uni?” You suggested, hoping that Hitch will consider the idea.

The said girl hummed, a finger placed on her chin. “The one owned by that grumpy short-stack?” 

“Hey, that’s rude.”

Hitch shrugged without care, hoisting her tote bag up to her shoulder. “Even his cousin calls him that, you know?” At your raised eyebrow, all Hitch could do was laugh at your adorable, clueless expression. Between the two of you, the light-haired girl was the social butterfly in your friendship and you wouldn’t be surprised if she even had an inkling of the gossips happening around your year level. 

“Relax, his cousin is a good person (that is if she doesn’t kill you with her blank stare), along with their little friendship circle. I must say, all of them look so adorable. You remember Annie, right?” She continued when she saw you nod, the mention of the blonde made you remember your time when the three of you shared your apartment. It was a good kind of chaotic, the three of you balancing out each other’s personalities. Annie was always the indifferent one, Hitch the most sociable, and you being the mediator of the two. “She’s dating one of Mikasa’s friends, Armin. Mikasa is the cousin, by the way, and I can clearly see the resemblance between her and the café’s owner. With the permanent scowl and all.”

“Uh-huh.”

You didn’t know what to do with the information so you only hummed and nodded your head every time Hitch spewed out a couple of trivia involving people you have heard down the hallways or being called during roll-calls. She even told you how one of Mikasa’s friends, Sasha Braus, was reprimanded for eating inside the class of an infamous terror teacher, which landed the girl on that professor’s blacklist. The girl, Sasha, was actually in one of your classes but you never really talked to her, all of your attention poured out into absorbing what the teacher relayed in the class. All of Hitch's ramblings spanned the entirety of your walk to the café — a talent your roommate has that amazed you every time it happened. 

The smell of cinnamon greeted you once you stepped inside the café, the homey decorations making your heart warm in an instant. There were a couple of college students in separate tables, all of them draping their textbooks and readings in front of them, headphones plugged in despite the soothing background music brought by the café’s speakers. Now that you mention it in your head, midterms were coming up in a month and you hadn’t started organizing your revisions. As your mind was filled with the scent of flowers and coffee, Hitch tugged on the sleeves of your blouse, your light-haired friend wordlessly gesturing her head towards one of the empty tables overlooking the window showing the small garden beside the café. You nodded and flashed a thumbs-up, already knowing what Hitch’s order is the number of times she went home with take-outs from this establishment.

Thinking that you should order something for a change, you looked up at the menu board above the counter. With your order listed in your mind, you faced the person manning the counter, ready to relay your order to her. What greeted you, though, wasn’t a smiling cashier, instead, wide gray eyes stared at you with a slacked jaw — irises flecked with an emotion that sent your heart lurching inside your chest. She was a tall girl with muscles in the right places, black hair styled in a pixie cut that made you appreciate her features more. You faintly recalled that she was in one of your majors, which should explain the air of familiarity surrounding her. Her hands on the small notepad hovered over the current lilac paper, her posture rod straight as her breath hitched while staring into you. You weren’t sure what made her react like that so you slightly tilted your head back to look at the booths behind you. Hitch caught your eyes, raising her eyebrow in a silent question. Facing the counter attendant again, you were shocked to see that star-like tears were decorating her eyelashes, chapped lips wobbly. 

It felt like you’ve seen that expression too many times but you were sure this was the first time you saw her face to face.

“Oi, Mikasa, why are you stalling?” A short black-haired man entered the space behind the counter, arms crossed and gaze questioning as he took in the breaking form of his employee. “It’s been a full minute and you still didn’t take the customer’s order.” 

“Can I stay in the breakroom for a while?”

Your breath was taken away at the sound of her voice. It sounded like all four seasons were present in the soft-spoken tone she carried, very different from her tough physical appearance. You were left staring at her back, chest nearly bursting open because of how fast your heart pounded just from that sentence. Images of late-night trysts played in your head; of secret kisses that created an ocean of emotions inside you; of eyes looking at each other with tendrils of hope before the gates open, death beckoning you in its arms; of desperate promises, neither person could ever keep. All of them were so familiar and nostalgic that a swarm of butterflies was starting to infest your ribs and chest, sprouting flowers that clogged your throat from speaking. 

Levi glanced at you, eyes analyzing your form with a hint of concern for his relative and wondering what made Mikasa act like that. “Sure, go ahead, brat, your friends are at the back. Hello, ma’am, I’ll be taking your order.”

“Oh, sure,” you murmured before beginning to list down the food you and Hitch will be indulging in, eyes curiously staring at the girl going inside the breakroom. “Uhm, is she going to be alright?” You tried asking Levi, who only looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “It looks like she had a fright here.”

“It’s the first time I saw her in that state, to be honest,” Levi simply answered, with no room for other discussions. “Your drinks will be served shortly.” He gave you a small gadget, his pointer finger pushing a button on the device, making it light up in a blinding red. “Once your drinks are ready, this will light up and you can get it here on the counter. Thank you for your patronage.”

“Thank you, too.”

It was only when you seated yourself in front of Hitch that you realized Mikasa’s voice sounded like the one always shouting your name in your daydreams, failing to keep the promise of never letting you go.

-

Mikasa was a mess.

First, before waking up for her 7 A.M. class one autumn day, she was haunted by the memories of her previous life (or this is what Armin told her, with him also remembering being born again from a different timeline, another universe altogether rather). In that more outdated version of this world, they were on the constant grapple with these beings called Titans. Her dreams became more complex the more time passed by as these Titans disappeared, replacing with it a looming war between two countries. Her daydreams always resulted in tear-stained cheeks, eyes then finding her best friend who started a mass genocide in their previous lives, Eren. When Mikasa remembered that part of her last life, she would often find herself staring deeply at the side of Eren’s head, resulting in the brown-haired man complaining about her soulless eyes. It looked like Eren didn’t remember it, which nearly drove Mikasa mad. 

Until that day Eren came up to her after a three-hour lecture, all haggard with his man-bun in disarray, and shouting, “I’m so sorry for laughing at you, Mikasa! I had a dream during a lecture of those titan things you and Armin are talking about. I believe you!”

Second, the warmth of somebody was a constant in balancing out the horrors of her daydreams. Among the carnage, a body fitting against hers with the morning rays passing through the slit of the windows was a sight she didn’t want to wake up from. Threads of soft hair tickled her cheek, making way for an unforgettable shade of irises that she compared to the crystals they found underneath the Reiss estate. A smile so vibrant that it paled in comparison to the blue expanse of unknown waters they saw after killing all the Titans in Paradis. The smell of freshly picked flowers lingered in the air, acting like the comforting blanket Mikasa had when she was young. At first, she couldn’t see the face of the person but as the episodes became more vivid, Mikasa finally saw the woman of her dreams. 

Pulchritudinous — that’s what you are.

After that encounter with you in the café, Mikasa immediately talked everything out with her two friends.

“So you’re saying that you kind of knew her but you don’t?” Eren pointed out after a spoonful of ice cream. “This is some conspiracy theory shit right here.”

“Eren,” Armin sighed. “This is not one of those videos you watch at 3 A.M., okay?” The blonde glanced at the last member of their little trio, who was pacing in front of them with a queasy expression on her face. “Mikasa, I know you feel like you’re in a pinch but please calm down.”

Eren leaned forward and took a spoonful of ice cream from the tub on the low table. “It’s no use, Armin. You know Mikasa.” He nodded his head towards the said girl. “Once she enters that state, we can’t do anything about it.”

“I know,” Armin trailed off, dejected.

Mikasa buried her hands through her hair. “This was so unexpected.”

“Clearly,” Eren dryly stated.

The blue-eyed boy beside him instantly hit the back of his head. “Eren!”

Mikasa stopped pacing, not hearing how Eren exclaimed ‘finally’, her face and neck erupting in a warm shade of red that made her two friends exchange a concerned glance. Placing a hand on her pounding chest, she murmured with half-lidded eyes, “She’s much more beautiful than my dreams depicted her to be.”

Armin breathed out a silent ‘oh’ while Eren snickered, “Great, she turned into a simp,” to which the former slapped another hand at the back of the green-eyed boy’s head.

“That explains it,” the black-haired girl exclaimed. “There were times where a voice inside my head tells me to be at this specific place at a specific time.” (“I’m concerned,” Eren stage-whispered to Armin.) “While applying for this university, I had a feeling that I should take up medical sciences. Every time I’m at the campus, I will always find myself in the library after five o’clock and there are instances that I would search the tables. And you guys know how I hate helping Levi in the café.” Eren and Armin nodded as if they were children. “I just realized that she was always there, I can see her now. Why did I miss her when all this time, I was meant to find her? And now that she’s finally in the café right when I told Levi that I felt like helping the shop, I ran away! I’m such an idiot!” Mikasa then sunk on one of the plush chairs, her groans mingling with the gloomy atmosphere she created.

“You’re not an idiot, Mikasa,” Armin told her, to which she replied with an aggravated groan.

“Yeah, you’re not an idiot, you’re just having a gay panic moment,” Eren casually announced. Both of his friends slowly turned their heads toward him. He stared right back, blinking as he shrugged. “You have to admit, I’m not wrong.”

“You’re not helping right now.”

“I’m just stating a fact, Armin!”

The blonde boy rolled his eyes. “So what are you going to do about this, Mikasa?”

“About Eren?”

“No,” Armin shook his head. “Eren will be fine with his two brain cells.”

“Hey, I’m right here.”

Armin rolled his eyes and fixed his gaze on his gray-eyed best friend. “So are you going to tell [Name] that you two are star-crossed lovers pre-destined since your previous lives?”

The confidence she gained the day before during that conversation with her childhood friends dissipated as Mikasa awkwardly stood in the middle of the university’s library, eyes widely staring at you, who was browsing the shelves for the reference material for your papers. She didn’t expect to meet you this suddenly. All she was supposed to do was borrow a reference material and there she realized that the two of you share the same major so most of your schedule line up with one another — the both of you share a free period. Almost as if you were surrounded by a magnetic field, Mikasa went in your direction, her heart matching her footsteps. Meters became feet as she looked at your captivating figure. Even with a shirt tucked inside a pair of jeans, you are still the most beautiful girl inside the library. 

And as you lifted your gaze, your glinting irises meeting her gray ones, Mikasa swore her orbit was waiting for this moment to be tilted to you.

Tears were immediately present in your eyes when she stood in front of you, it was as if you remembered her.

“Hey,” Mikasa breathed shakily, hands gripping the strap of her backpack.

“Hey, starlight.”

That nickname. The one you blurted out when Mikasa invited you stargazing in the meadow beside the Survey Corps Headquarters. You said it suited her because her eyes reminded you of the glow of the stars forming a canopy above you. But for her, you were brighter than any star in the sky, you were an entire cosmos altogether. “You became a part of me the moment I laid my eyes on you in our town. Right then and there — wherever you go, I’ll go. Because I know, I’m a part of you as well.”

“You finally found me.”

You are half of her soul, as the poets say, and the Fates will do everything in their power that it stays like that for eternity. 

[starfinss]

Summer Heat — Ch. 2

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman + Reader

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 3,280

Levi arrived last summer, and when the summer was over, he took your heart with him.

It wasn’t originally like that. You used to hate his guts, perfect face and all. But the two of you had an unspoken sort of friendship between you, born from you snickering at his dry jokes or the way you bickered almost playfully. Your slung insults back and forth as a form of verbal warfare at first, but one day you took it upon yourself to ask if he was the long forgotten dwarf that nobody talked about, and you swear to god you heard him stifle a laugh.

The war of insults continued, but there was no longer any bite to them. He sometimes talked to you without being forced to. It was improvement. And you found yourself falling for him, sailor mouthed Napoleon complex and all.

But even so, when you sat down at the counselor’s table, it surprised you that Levi sat down beside you. When you looked at him in mild shock, he looked back with the enthusiasm of a dead trout, then focused his charcoal gaze towards Erwin, who was now standing at the front of the crowd of teenagers and children surrounding the empty fire pit.

“Welcome to Scout Camp!” He boomed, crossing his arms. You tuned him out as he began going over the rules, you knew them all by heart, anyway. You were tired from your drive, even if it was only a few hours. He was just beginning to go over curfew times when Levi spoke.

“Which one’s your brother?”

You looked at him quizzically. “How’d you know about that?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “I read the roster. You have the same last name.”

You shrugged. “Mikasa has the same last name as you and you two aren’t related.”

Levi gave you a deadpan look. “Just answer the damn question, you brat.”

You felt a smile creep its way onto your lips, biting back a retort. “Fine. He’s the brunette with the green eyes, see him? He’s sitting with the sweet looking blonde guy and the pretty girl with black hair.” “Wow, (Y/N), didn’t know you were into younger men.”

You scowled at him. “That’s rich, coming from someone who can probably only date younger women because they’re the only ones short enough to—”

Levi growled and smacked you on the back of your head, sending you into a fit of stifled laughter as you rubbed the now sore spot he’d left behind.

“Don’t even finish that sentence. Fucking weirdo.”

You met Eren’s eyes from across the field and watched him struggle to contain his laughter. He’d apparently seen the whole interaction. You stuck your middle finger up at him, and he stuck out his tongue mockingly. Mikasa followed his gaze, and her eyes flicked from Levi and then back to you. She whispered something to Eren, who nodded, and when she looked back at you, she gave you a knowing look.

You made a mental note to yell at your brother about that later.

You caught Erwin’s eye and he made a slicing motion over his neck with his index finger, telling you to stop fooling around. His eyes remained on you as he began going over the week’s schedule, and Mike went around passing the blue index cards containing said schedule out to the campers. This was usually how things went at the beginning of the week, but since it was the beginning of the session, Erwin just combined the introduction with the weekly announcements.

Hange eventually took Erwin’s place, a clipboard in hand.

“Alright, you little urchins, let’s get the matter of where you’re sleeping squared away. When I call your name, go find the counselor who’s staying in the cabin with you and get a key.”

On cue, Moblit came by the counselor’s table to pass out key rings. There were eight keys on the ring, one for each camper, one for the counselor, and an extra in case someone lost theirs. It happened every summer without fail.

“Cabin one is with the lovely miss (Y/N) Jaeger. Her charges include Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Blouse, Krista Lenz, Ymir... Something-or-other, and Annie Leonhart.”

You stood from your seat as the gaggle of girls made their way over to the counselor’s table, handing out keys as they arrived.

“Don’t worry, guys,” you said, “I’m the cool counselor. We’re gonna have a great—”

“No you aren’t,” Levi said without looking up.

You gave him the side eye. “Fuck you.”

“She’d like that!” Eren said as he approached, his name having been called.

Levi’s eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You turned your hardened gaze towards Eren.

“Bite. Me.”

He put his hands up in defense, and you reached out to flick him in the forehead. He tried to do the same, but you backed out of his reach, gesturing for the girls to follow you.

“Let’s get cracking,” you said, voice lacking some of its earlier enthusiasm.

This was going to be a long summer.

After a short trip back to the administrative building to grab your luggage, you met the girls by the director’s cabin. You knew Sasha, a tall brunette with a bottomless stomach, from last summer and of course, you already knew Mikasa.

The other three girls were new, though. One was tall with dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. She had a serious face with a spray of freckles forming a bridge across her nose. There was a tiny blonde girl with a sweet face and wide blue eyes standing close to her. The final girl was also blonde, but her blue eyes were sharper. Her hair was tied back into a bun, the expression on her face almost permanently annoyed.

“Okay,” you said, “My name is (Y/N), it’s my first year as a full counselor, and if you met Eren, I’m his older sister. Also, besides Mikasa and Sasha, can you remind me of your names? I’ll try my best to remember them.”

The tall brunette nodded once. “Ymir.”

The small blonde smiled, waving cheerfully, “I’m Krista. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Annie,” said the final girl, expression unchanging.

“(Y/N)!” Sasha cried, taking your hands in her own, “it’s so good to see you again.”

You grinned. “Yeah, it’s good to see you again too, girlie. Let’s get to the cabin, yeah?”

The girls talked amongst themselves as you went down the middle path, the massive structure that was the mess hall appearing over the hill, as well as the medical building. A circular path surrounded the mess hall, and branching off like a pair of antennae were two more paths. The one on the right could be taken to the lake if you went all the way down it, but the roadside was lined with some of the boys cabins. The leftmost path also led to cabins, though it could also be taken to reach the crafts building. The difference was that this path led to the majority of the girls cabins.

You took the right path a short distance to where the boys and girls cabins met, the row broken up by a rocky outcropping lush with shrubbery. If you took the path behind this outcropping, it would lead you into the woods.

You approached the cabin directly to the left of the outcropping. It was a good sized building, situated on a raised porch. It was made up of logs, much like the rest of the camp’s buildings. A lantern hung above the door, switched off. A few benches and chairs sat on the porch, their cushions missing. You’d have to get that set up later. The porch itself was covered by a a dark wooden awning, the rafters laced with little white lights. There was a plaque by the front door, and in neat white brushstrokes was the word ‘one.’

“Home, sweet, home,” you said, making your way up the steps and onto the porch.

You put your key in the lock and turned.

The cabin had been cleaned thoroughly, and you weren’t at all doubtful that Levi had arrived early just to make sure everything was spotless, even if the cleaning staff had already given the cabins a thorough scrubbing. The room was square in shape, three sets of bunk beds pressed against the walls in an L-shape. Simple white linen sheets were decorating the beds, their comforters folded neatly at their ends. The pillows were without any creases, their cases spotless as well. There was a small kitchenette in the right hand corner, complete with a mini fridge, a microwave and a sink. It wasn’t the mess hall, but it would do for midnight snacks or storing drinks. A large braided area rug dominated most of the floor space, circular and shape and made up of many neutral toned threads. A hanging light was in the middle of the ceiling. It was a collection of wrought iron lanterns attached to a ring. Various woodland animals, also made of iron, decorated the sides of the lanterns.

Beside the kitchenette was a small red loveseat with a coffee table and a matching armchair. Dominating the far wall was a red brick fireplace. Finally, to the left of the door were two large dressers made of dark wood. A rectangular mirror with a silver frame hung above them. To your right was a door, which you assumed led to your room.

“Alright, everyone,” you said, “pick a bunk and get settled in. The welcome feast will start at six thirty, so until then, feel free to explore the camp. Older campers have activities after dinner, so you have some time off. Some of the counselors will be doing intro level activities, but it’s optional to join them. Food is currently being served in the mess hall if you want to get lunch.”

“Are we allowed to go anywhere?” Ymir asked, “like, what’re the limits?”

You considered this. “Uh, yeah, you can go wherever, just make sure you stay in pairs if you go into the forest, and stay on the trails.”

“Gotcha,” she said, exchanging a look with Krista, who smiled.

The girls got to work unpacking, and you did as well, taking your luggage with you into your bedroom and shutting the door behind you.

The room wasn’t very big, but it was cozy. A double bed was against the left wall in the center. The frame was made up of polished dark wood slats, and the army green duvet was without a crease. A sky blue throw blanket sat folded at the foot. Beside the door, on your right, was a large wooden dresser made of the same wood as the bed. A small mirror sat atop it, as well as a little pine scented candle. The hardwood floor was covered by another braided rug, but this one was white and blue. There was a window above the bed, the curtains thick and slate grey, patterned with little white dots.

Directly across from the entryway was another door, leading to what you assumed was the bathroom.

You unpacked your clothes and loaded them into the dresser, then slotted your suitcase beneath the bed. After that was taken care of, you took your small toiletry bag with you into the bathroom.

The bathroom was small but clean, the tiles glimmering in the late morning light streaming in through the window on the far wall. Blue and white striped curtains hung from the curtain rod. The shower was a stall with spotless glass doors. The toilet was tucked beside it, the sink across from it. A fuzzy off-white bathmat sat on the floor in front of the shower. You set your shampoos up in the shower stall, then set your other necessities down on the tank of the toilet.

When you went back into the main room, it was mostly deserted save for Annie, who was sprawled out on the loveseat with her nose buried in a beat up paperback. She didn’t look up when you entered the room and the same went for when you opened the front door to leave. You wanted to go see the lake, and as far as you knew, nothing was stopping you.

“(Y/N),” you head a voice say, and you jumped, reaching out to grab the porch railing for balance.

Levi was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest.

You put a hand over your thundering heart. “I need to put a bell on you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

You blinked, studying his impassive face. “Huh? No. I doin’t think so.”

“You have paperwork to do. Now get your ass to the office before I drag it there.”

Oh. That.

You deflated a bit, but you kept your composure. “Unneeded hostility aside, I was already on my way there.”

Levi scoffed. “No you weren’t.”

“How would you know that?”

He shrugged half heartedly. “Lucky guess. Get moving. I’m not picking up your slack and neither are any of the other counselors.”

You rolled your eyes. “And I don’t expect them to, smartass. I’m a grown woman.”

“Then do your paperwork without being asked, smartass.”

Walking down the steps with a roll of your eyes, you squeezed Levi on the shoulder as you passed him, the firmness of the muscle you found there surprising you. You turned back to face him, your expression slightly miffed.

“What do you bench press, baby elephants?”

Levi raised his eyebrows, expression lightly condescending, but he said nothing. He simply turned and began to walk away, apparently too good to grace you with a response.

With a huff of annoyance, you jogged to catch up with him.

“So, what’s on the schedule for the teens after the feast?”

Levi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’d know if you read the memo Erwin sent.”

You furrowed your brows. “Memo? What memo?”

”The one Erwin sent out.”

A groan. “No shit, Sherlock. Where did he send the memo? Because I didn’t get it. I’ve been checking my email since last month for updates on camp and there was nothing new when I checked last night.”

“That’s because he sent it this morning. You do have the week’s schedule, don’t you?”

You looked at Levi incredulously. “Who the fuck checks their email when they’re getting ready to leave the house?”

“Smart people.”

You held back a snicker. “So not you?”

A deeper scowl. “I hope you suffer from serious constipation.”

You did laugh that time. “I’ll check the email when I get to the office, but can you just tell me what we’re doing after the feast?”

His dull silver hues flared. “And reward your irresponsibility? Fuck no.”

You snorted. “Quit being such a hardass.”

An arm slung around your shoulders, and you nearly jumped out of your skin for the third time that day.

It was Hange, who was grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, Levi, quit being such a hardass. Is he giving you a hard time, (Y/N)?”

You put on a fake puppy dog pout. “He won’t tell me what we’re doing after the feast.”

Hange nodded. “Ah, that. We’re... I forgot.”

Levi growled. “Both of you are absolutely hopeless.” Hange giggled in a way that scared you. “(Y/N) is hopelessly in lo—”

You clamped a hand over her mouth, shooting her a dangerous look. You snatched it away when you felt her lick your palm, wiping your now damp hand on her shirt. You gave her your biggest ‘what the hell’ look, but she simply smiled.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “I rest my case.”

You were nearing the administrative building now as you reached the crest of the hill the dining hall sat on, your legs growing tired from climbing it.

“Oh!” Hange cried, startling both you and Levi, “I remember. We’re doing a round of partner manhunt after the feast.”

You felt yourself begin to grin. “Awesome!”

You were excellent at manhunt. The Maria Woods, where the game was usually played, was a dense forest of abnormally massive trees, which made for the perfect hiding places. And for the perfect hunting grounds. You were pretty limber if you did say so yourself, and you’d gotten the award for best tree climber at the end of one summer a couple years back. You had this one in the bag. Now, if you only knew who your partner was.

“Are counselors playing, or are we just supervising?”

Hange gave you a maniacal grin. “Counselors are playing. With the little kids in bed, we’ll be low on people, so it’ll be one team of counselors and one team of campers, all paired up. It’ll be so much fun, aren’t you excited?”

“Rolling through the dirt isn’t my idea of fun,” Levi said.

“Yeah,” you said, “but who doesn’t like winning?”

You arrived at the administrative building soon after, and Hange darted off to go check in on the various campers around the grounds to make sure they were all safe and not causing trouble. You vaguely wondered what Eren was doing then. It occurred to you that you should have asked Hange to check in on him, but you could always just find him later.

Levi simply nodded as he went into his office, across the hall from yours, and you went into your own.

The room was made up of dark wood flooring and off white walls. The desk sat in the center of the room, a slim monitor on the surface as well as a keyboard. There were three chairs pressed against the wall beside the door. You crossed to the desk, sinking into the swivel chair with a sigh. The wall behind you had large windows, their blinds drawn, and you twisted the wand to open them, buttery light spilling into the room. You glanced across the hall where Levi’s door was also open, but his gaze was fixed on his computer screen. He didn’t look up at you.

You logged into your email account after taking note of the pile of paperwork on your desk, and sure enough, just as Levi said, there was the memo. You tapped your mouse to open it. It listed the week’s schedule, which you found in print form on your desk, as well as the after dinner activities. Like Hange said, it was partner manhunt. It also listed partners. You skimmed the list for your name.

Hange was with Moblit, Petra was with Oluo, Gunther was with Eld, Ness was with Rico, Nanaba was with Mike... ah!

Levi Ackerman, (Y/N) Jaeger.

Oh. You weren’t even surprised at this point. It wasn’t like you were complaining, even if Hange would tease you and Eren wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. But he was your brother, so that was his job. You took a breath in through your teeth, the hissing sound earning an irritated look from Levi across the hall.

The email also contained the campers and who they were partnered with, and you skimmed the list to find Eren’s name. He was paired with someone named Jean Kirschtein, and since Jean could be pronounced several ways, you weren’t entirely sure what gender that person was, but you guessed you’d find out. You sat back in your chair and got to work on reading the girls files to make sure you knew everything you needed to know.

You took another look at the pile of paperwork, which looked even more daunting at second glance, and you slumped forward, groaning.

It really was going to be a long summer.

But really, you didn’t mind.

[bruhstories]

Vogel und Jäger

- PART TWO

Summary: After waking up, you realise the realities of the world you've been pulled into. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: stabbing, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: make sure to read part one, otherwise this won't make any sense xD there's still a bit of build up going on, but starting with part three we'll be getting some action

You woke up from a restless sleep, crumbs of mascara stuck to your face. God, you needed a shower and a toilet immediately. The club was dead empty from the view upstairs, only a few people cleaning the tables and moping the floor. You stretched your arms and walked to the door, surprised it wasn't locked.

"Ah, miss Y/L/N, good morning! I hope you had a pleasant sleep." Someone startled you and you cleared your voice.

"Hi, who are you?"

"Oh, my apologies, I am Onyankopon." The man smiled and handed you a paper bag. You peekee inside and saw something which resembled clothes and toiletries. You recognised the stag pin in his chest, another of Zeke's employees. "I assume you'd like to clean yourself up. Please follow me."

"I'd love that, thank you." You smiled and followed Onyankopon downstairs. He told you bits and pieces of the Jaeger family overthrowing the police and gaining control of Paradis City, how the Marleyans wanted control over the city's resources and docks, all kinds of information you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to know. He walked you to the backstage, where all the strippersdancers got ready, encouraging you to use whatever you needed for you'd be the star of the club. That didn't help you in any way, instead it was anxiety-inducing, and your toes curled at his affirmation. You quickly took off last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, washed your face and body in a sink and got dressed. The clothes were simple, a long, light blue shirt — clearly a man's — and a pair of leggings. You wondered whom they belonged to, perhaps that grim-looking lady, Yelena. She terrified you with her look that could kill. Your hands hovered over the vanity in the dressing room but decided not to waste any more time and folded your old clothes, placing them in the paper bag.

"I'm ready." You walked out of the room and met with Onyankopon. He smiled and guided you out through the back door. "Hey, Onyankopon, who's Mikasa?"

"Oh, miss Mikasa is our best assassin. She's loyal only to Eren, though, which is an impediment for Zeke... I probably shouldn't have said that." He opened the door of a superb black car and you climbed inside with a sigh. You heard how the mafia was based on trust, and no one trusted you.

Most of the ride was silent, your eyes wandering out the window until Onyankopon parked in front of a huge and heavily guarded mansion. You knew the Jaegers were rich, but this was beyond obscene. You opened the door and Onyankopon scolded you for doing that, but you assured him you were perfectly capable of doing things by yourself. He walked you through the beautiful front garden of the mansion, through the large hallway and into what you assumed to be a living room. Or an office? Whatever that was, it was as big as the dining room of the orphanage.

"Ah, the little bird has arrived! You look splendid in my shirt." Zeke welcomed you and you felt your cheeks warm up at his words. The heat disappeared just as quickly when your eyes met with Yelena's. "Come, sit. I suppose you're hungry."

You nodded, feeling saliva building up in your mouth at the sight of croissants, bagels and all kinds of foods you've never had before. Historia was rich, but even her money wasn't enough to feed so many mouths. Doors swung open and you saw Eren barge in, followed by a few people close behind. He plopped on a couch opposite you, the same inexpensive look on his face.

"Let's get over with this. I've got shit to do."

"Impatient as always." Zeke rolled his eyes. "Y/N, do you swear to obey and serve the Jaeger family?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded.

"I do."

"There, done." The older Jaeger brother shrugged and Eren clicked his tongue.

"You almost didn't let Mikasa walk out of this room alive because she swore loyalty to me and this is all you do to her? You're getting soft, brother."

The air in the room grew thick, almost impossible to breathe it in. All eyes were on you, and you didn't know if what you felt was shame or fear, or both.

"Very well." Zeke walked behind you and took your left hand, placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Hold that there, will you, love?" He smiled and you slightly relaxed. Until — a sharp pain, followed by electricity and heat shot from your hand, through your arm. A blood-curling scream erupted from your throat, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you squirmed and thrashed at burning sensation, your hanned pinned to the table with a knife. Blood seeped from the wound and you panicked, no one in that room rushing to your aid. No one blinked, no one felt sorry. "Swear your loyalty to me. To the Jaeger family."

"I swear! Oh, God, I s-swear! Please!" You begged, feeling your temperature falling from your cheeks. Zeke twisted the knife and you fell from the couch, knees hitting the wooden floor.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, unphased by your whimpers, sobs and yelling, as he let go of the knife that still pierced your flesh.

"T-to you! Make it stop, p-please!"

"Good enough for me. Any objections?" Zeke eyed his little brother.

"Just stitch her hand. She's annoying." Eren clicked his tongue and poured himself a cup of coffee. When Onyankopon pulled the knife out, blood gushed out of the fresh wound and you felt the room spin and your head heavy, vision blurry — you fainted.

A hard slap across your cheek woke you up and you met with Yelena, eyes drifting to your bandaged hand. It was damn painful to move it, and you used your other hand to support your weight, shifting your position on the couch.

"Finally." Eren got up and and handed you a file. You flipped through it and found pictures and information of the men from the club.

"Y/N, this is Armin, our bookkeeper. He'll be paying you after every successful show. And this is Mikasa, she'll train you in self-defence. I suspect you won't need it, but it's better to be safe than sorry." Zeke pushed the glasses with his index finger.

"You stabbed me." You bluntly stated, eyes glued to the bandages.

"It'll heal."

"It'll heal? I'm already in debt, you didn't need to stab me!" You got up and instantly felt a gun to your head. Great.

"Sit." Yelena's voice was brash and commanding. Your brain told you to listen to her, but your instincts told you to provoke her, to taunt her. Teeth gritting, you took a deep breath and lowered yourself down, deciding to do both.

"You're not gonna shoot me without Mr. Jaeger's permission, so don't point your gun at me." A satisfied smirk creeped on your lips — you didn't technically provoke her, just stated the obvious.

"Can I shoot her?"

"No." Zeke enjoyed the show, and unbeknownst to you, he, too, felt somewhat proud of your little snarky remark. "You still have to prove your loyalty. Talk to the band, choose some songs for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You're free to settle your training hours with Mikasa, and to go wherever you want, but you are not allowed to step foot anywhere outside the centre of Paradis. Last thing I need is some Marleyan kidnapping you and torturing you for information. Or the cops. Dismissed."

"Mr. Jaeger, if I may?" You waited for his nod of approval. "Since I won't be living at the orphanage anymore, where exactly am I going to stay?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Blouse, Springer, come here." Zeke waved his hand. More people, more names.

It slowly dawned to you that the Jaegers had a thorough structure with extremely loyal people, and you'd have to quickly find your place there and earn their trust, lest you died a painful death. A bubbly brown-eyed woman and a cheerful-looking man approached Zeke's desk, and finally you saw someone less serious. Onyankopon was nice and all, but he wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine. These two seemed... fun.

"These are Sasha Blouse and Connie Springer, leaders of the drug cartel. You'll stay with them until you're capable of living by yourself."

The duo smiled at you and you felt genuine warmth from them, making you wonder just how bad the mafia was. They seemed to like working for the Jaeger brothers, but you couldn't judge that just yet.

"Oh, we've already moved your stuff to their place, so there is no need for you to visit Historia. Now go, we've got work to do." Zeke placed a cigarette between his lips before turning his back at you.

You were right, Sasha and Connie were fun people. They talked a lot, and you warmed up to them with a few jokes and puns. Connie handed you a phone containing a few contacts, neither of which were Zeke or Eren— apparently you weren't allowed to speak to them, they would speak to you. Sasha explained how you had to forget your past, and dedicate yourself solely to the family — no relationships, no friends, no acquaintances. You were not permitted to fall in love, which was understandable, considering the circumstances, but hard, considering the inability to control feelings.

"Don't worry about it too much. Zeke and Eren care about their subordinates, as long as you listen." Connie wrapped an arm around your neck. Besides, you're one of the lucky ones. Boss never spares witnesses, so he clearly saw potential in you." Somehow, that didn't make you feel any better, you only felt more weight on your shoulders.

"Yeah, I heard you can sing!" Sasha beamed, clapping her hands. "I can't wait for your first show, I bet it'll be awesome."

"It has to be, otherwise you'll have to come to my funeral." You shook your head, exiting Jaeger Manor. A honk caught your attention and you saw Mikasa impatiently waiting for you in a car. "Any advice before I go?"

"Don't get attached to any of us." Connie sighed.

"But trust that the family will protect you if you're loyal." The woman encouraged you before hugging you. A hug, something you never thought you'd get from a mobster.

[stableoftheunstable]

summary: You and Sasha decide to actually socialise but doubting your curiosity, you end up finding out one of the deepest secrets that’s been happening behind your back.

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notes : hi! this is my first full story- and i promise the plot will get better!! Thanks for even attempting to read, I hope you enjoy, updates will be on my twitter @d3villi3r !!!

this is also on ao3 !

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Which one to you think looks better?” a voice echoed from above you. Instantly, you peered your head from above your laptop to see your roommate switching between two dresses in the mirror, “Well?” She questioned; her eyes fixated on you with an eager expression on her face. Your eyes analysed the two options she laid in front of you, one was an emerald V-neck dress that looked like it was made of some type of silk and the other one was a standard little black dress. “Aren’t they both mine?” you asked Sasha as she tried to change onto a separate subject” Anyway I say green, it’ll look cute” paying her no further mind you carried on typing on your laptop paying no mind to Sasha, “The black one it is!” Sasha excitedly skipped out of your room to change. Well, what was the point of asking me then? You murmured under your breath.

You brushed off Sasha’s clear shade to you and carried on searching, as depressing as it sounds you just wanted to relax, between university and work, everything just drained you. Yes, it meant you had no life outside the two, but it also meant you had your life together for once. Moving in with Sasha was cost effective but as much as you loved Sasha it felt like she was always there, literally.

“Okay be honest how do I look?” Sasha aimlessly walked into your room pulling her dress down as she waddled. Sasha stood in front of you twirling her reddish-brown hair that she threw into her usual loose ponytail with her bangs neatly parted to the left side of her face. “You look great!” you shot a quick smile towards Sasha before she could get offended at anything. Suddenly, you felt the empty space on your bed sink; at the corner of your eye Sasha sat next to you, and aggressively stared at the wisps of your hair that stood out.

“Sasha...?” you turned towards her almost banging heads with her because of how close she was, “What are you doing?”. “Before you make up your mind please just hear me out!” She pleaded. “Come to this party with me please! Even Mikasa is going and when has that girl ever left her house!” Sasha begged and begged, she softly pouted and bounced up and down on your bed disrupting the set up you had. She put on her best puppy dog eyes and fluttered her eyelashes till you answered.

“Whose party is it anyway?” you questioned hoping she would stop bouncing. Sasha stopped in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows towards you “I’m not sure, something to do with Connie and Armin” You looked back at Sasha and gently sighed, “What time do I need to be ready?” Sasha’s eyes lit up with a gleaming smile she jumped off your bed dragging you with her, “YES!!, okay you have until 9:45” Sasha sang as she headed for the door, you peered at the time on your laptop seeing it said 9:25, “I have 20 minutes?!” You said as you gawked at her “See you in twenty!” she said as she slammed the door behind her.

After ages of Sasha thanking you for coming with her the pair of you arrived. The house was quite big for a pair university students to own, music boomed from the house piercing your ears as Sasha pulled you through the house, people stood squished together as they danced some of them cursing at you as you pushed passed but Sasha paid no mind towards them, none of the faces you grazed seemed familiar until Sasha pulled you into a basement. As Sasha skipped down the stairs together a swarm of familiar voices flooded you.

“Hi Sasha! and hi y/n!” a voice called from the corner. For a basement it wasn’t too shabby, besides from the odd choice of white walls there was 2 couches and table in the corner filled with drinks, the music that played from above was still loud yet was muffled perfectly. You and Sasha walked towards the voice and to your surprise it was Hitch who stood next to Mikasa who paid you and Sasha no mind,

“Surprised to see you y/n, you barley leave your house. Like Mikasa!” Hitch exclaimed as she nudged Mikasa. You sarcastically laughed at Hitch with no care for what she was saying as you already didn’t want to be here, why let her make it worse. Your eyes drifted throughout the room and to no surprise as per usual you saw Armin and Connie awkwardly trying to flirt with a group of girls. The interior of the basement was beautiful, with fitted lights and basic decor, you’d never assume that a bunch of guys lived here you thought. In the corner of the room stood a shortish guy who stood mixing brown and white. ‘Note to self don’t drink from wherever he’s pouring that into,’ you thought as you continued looking all you continued to see was sweaty people making out in all corners of the room. After scanning the whole scene, you tried to join back into whatever Hitch and Sasha were blabbing on about. “We’ll be back y/n alright!” Sasha giggled as Hitch grabbed onto her “Oh and don’t go upstairs bye!” her voice muffled as her and Hitch ran of like a couple of schoolgirls to the opposite side of the room. You smiled towards Sasha and gave her a sheepish wave as you and Mikasa stood there awkwardly in silence, you didn’t really know much about her apart from her overprotectiveness, even though it was a little too excessive it seemed sweet but that was the only thing you knew about her, you aimlessly stood there in complete and utter silence until Annie slithered next to Mikasa. Annie and Mikasa had to be the most anti-social out of most people you knew, they were so quiet and secretive almost as if they were made for each other. Annie looked up and locked eyes with you and confusedly furrowed her eyebrows at you; with no idea with what she was trying to say, catching on to what you thought she was trying to say you slipped away leaving them to their own devices.

After walking around aimlessly, you ended up walking to the table filled with drinks trying to avoid the disgusting concoction of white and dark alcohol, your eyes glazed over the table and just grabbed the quickest soft drink and made eye contact with the stairs, you swiftly made your way towards them forgetting the demands Sasha made earlier. You hopped up the stairs with your drink in one hand and the other pushing through the basement door as you did the music boomed into your face slightly making you jump, the room was filled with dancing people and people casually playing card games on the floor, what was the point of me staying down there? You thought,

Using your feet to guide you through the crowd, you stumbled through trying to avoid any rowdy drunk you approached earlier. As you approached the end of the sweaty crowd, you unconsciously fell onto a tall figure causing parts of your drink to spill onto them. “please don’t be drunk, please don’t be drunk, please don’t be drunk” you pleaded under your voice hoping they wouldn’t be too fussed over the spill on them

Regardless, the figure laced their hands up your back bracing you from any fall. Without thinking you raised your head to see who the tall figure that lured over you was. A waft of cherries and a deepened cologne hit you. Your eyes aligned with them before backing off them “I’m sorry,” you shouted hoping they heard you over the music, the tall figures eyebrow furrowed and mouthed “huh?” Before pulling you somewhere quiet, your face grew confused as they pulled you into a kitchen. Trying to hide the fact you were phased you repeated what you said before.

The guy propped himself onto a countertop, he sat there in a pair of grey joggers with a black hoodie that was slightly damp from the drink you spilt on him. “it’s no problem cutie,” he chuckled placing his arm onto his neck, the loose sleeve of his hoodie shifted down causing a fresh tattoo peer from his sleeve. A Japanese dragon swarmed up his forearm with his veins lightly popping up leaving them on display, the black and red ink of his tattoo complimented the warm undertones of his skin. His hair was thrown up into a sleek messy bun showing a freshly cut undercut that shaped his face. You awkwardly stared at him, he extended his hand while announcing his name to you, “I’m Eren” you planted your drink down before grasping onto his hand “I’m y/n” you replied, Eren shot you a smile, “I’m sorry about the drink spill,” you blurted out hoping he wouldn’t get mad,

“It’s cool, honestly don’t worry,” he reassured looking at you up and down before continuing, “Who you here with?” Eren asked, he grabbed your drink and shot some of it back without asking.

“Sasha, I don’t know if you know her” you felt completely out of your skin, the husky undertones in his voice made the blood rush to your face and your eyes wonder.

You heard many things about him on campus like how he dropped out to move onto ‘better things’ he was like the one everyone wanted to be. However, his voice sounded like a dream to you, something about it seemed new.

Suddenly, he softly pulled you closer to him, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you beautiful what did you say?” Butterflies grew in your stomach as you found yourself standing in between his legs closer He rested his hands on your waist for a few seconds anticipating your reaction, his hooded eyes looked down at your reaction as he grazed your skin his laugh echoed as you felt your face violently blush at his slow touch. Eren’s emerald green eyes smirked at you igniting a certain flame in you, shaking off the feelings he brought to you, you repeated what you said about Sasha and his whole expression changed,

“Sasha? Sasha Blouse?” He asked. Confused as you were you just nodded at him, no clue what Sasha was known for, but it didn’t feel like it was good. You stood there dazed as why he was so shocked at her name. It was just Sasha the same girl who sits in her room and eats all day and occasionally comes in your room to ask if you have food. However, you dismissed the thought of Sasha being known for something weird.

“What brings you here? You don’t look like you’d be at one of these types of parties”. Eren tilted his head down at you, softly lifting your chin to make eye contact with you, his warm hands on your cold skin intoxicated you. But what did he mean by these types of parties? Is he high or something? Isn’t this a normal party? “I don’t understand what you mean?” Eren just gazed towards you before pulling something out of joggers.

Cautiously, you crinkled your nose while slowly creating a distance between the two of you backing away unaware of what he pulled out. Eren pulled the object into his hands grasping the gun that laid in it. The steel frame stood between his hand, his lengthy fingers wrapped around the metal frame, you unconsciously widened your eyes at the sight. Unexpectedly, you could feel the steel of the gun align with your chin, your skin tingled with your eyes staying narrowed at the marbled floor. The hand that clasped onto the gun lifted the small pistol to align your endearing face with theirs, the man’s green eyes captured itself into yours: his fingers stayed cocked onto the guns trigger leaving it piercing your skin. Blood crawled to your face, you wanted to say it was at the fact a what seemed to be loaded gun stayed aligned to your chin your life aligned with a guy you just met, but butterflies grew at the way he peered down at you from the counter, he licked his chapped lips softly grinning as your eyes dimmed at the sight of him “One like this,” he uttered, Eren’s words echoed throughput your mind, his words crawled out with no care keeping his tone low. The distance between the two of you spoke louder than words, seeing your tension he took the pistol from your face and tucked it back into the waistband of his joggers, still spaced out Eren’s hands met your waist pulling you back into the space his legs made as he sat on the counter.

“A party like this” he uttered under his breath. Eren removed the gun from your face placing it back to the waistband of his joggers. The feeling of your heart sunk to your stomach his face stared down smug at your distress, “So what does that mean…?” your hands greeted your face as you stood more confused at before the feeling of the gun lingered on your skin. “it means you are involved in a gang activity,” Eren again pulled you closer towards the gap in between his legs his words echoed through you making you screw your face. Eren’s words sat in your brain the way they slipped out of his mouth with no precaution or hesitation. “Gang activity?” you quivered, slightly crawling out of your skin, his legs hit against you as he swung them against the counter; “Yeah the one Sasha is apart of.”

Gang activities? What does that even mean… Sasha brought me to a gang party? “Are you like in a gang?” confusion bubbled as Eren swung his legs hitting you along the way, his hands gripped onto the marble countertop. Eren’s slender eyes admired you with the same grin staying plastered over his face, the music of the house filled the small side room leaving you saying huh to all his questions.

Mid conversation the rooms door swung open to reveal Connie with a stern face on his look, closing through the door he walked towards Eren who faced him as confused as you were. Connie ushered Eren down from the counter and whispered something throughout his ear. Eren’s face dropped “Are you serious right now?” Eren snickered towards Connie. Reaching for the gun that laid on his waistband Eren gave the gun to Connie before giving a faint nod. Awkwardly you stood by the counter watching the two converse.

Connie left with the gun and closed the door behind him, “we’re gonna need to go.” He said approaching you making you feel small but trying your hardest to not show it and dismiss the feeling. “we? I’ll just find Sasha it’s cool” you blurted out inelegantly, “no WE need to go before-“Eren’s sentence was cut off by sirens that got closer by the second, Leaving you no time to react Eren took your arm and pulled you through a backdoor that led to a garage filled with sleek cars with dark tints which you thought were too dark to be legal. In the dimness of the garage, you saw Eren walk around what looked like a 2018 model of Karma Revero to open the passage side door to you. Slipping into the car seat a “Thanks” slipped out with a faint smile plastered on your face, ‘what the fuck is going on,’ you whispered to yourself before Eren hopped into the driver’s seat and swerved out of the garage.

The scent of cherries filled your nose as you sat longer in the car, red L.E.D lights went around the interior of the Revero. The car mats were engraved with the letters ‘E.J’ which appeared mostly everywhere, the floor mats, the glove compartment, and the gear box all somehow showcased the two letters. Eren drifted around corners making the sounds of house party and the sirens a distant memory; it was almost as if he was trying to dominate the gear shift when he pushed it every 2 seconds, he pushed it forward accelerating and indicating his lane changes. You couldn’t help admiring the way he focused himself on the road, his eyes stayed narrow it seemed like he was in his element as the loose hairs that stuck out of his bun flew with the harsh winds that snuck out of the window. His head moved with music causing him to turn it up more with the buttons on the wheel. As much as you hate to admit in falling for someone and first sight, the confidence Eren exhorted made you kind of gawk over him longer than you’d ever would. While you indulged in the sight in front of you, you failed to notice the blaring of your phone screen that flooded with texts,

‘I told you to stay in the basement, where are you??’

‘Y/N???’

‘Are you okay??’

Sasha’s texts flooded your phone with her panic, trying to soothe her anxiety you replied with a

‘I’m sorry about the whole basement thing, I’m okay though!’

Placing your phone down you felt a pair of eyes observing at you, “What?” you asked shifting your attention towards to Eren rather than Sasha who was blowing up your phone. “Nothing, you just seem tense,” Eren uttered while changing gears for the umpteenth time before looking back at you. “Where are you driving me-” you tried to say before you were interrupted by a phone call, you mouthed sorry towards him before answering the phone.

“Y/N are you okay? Where are you, and why is it so loud?” Sasha screamed over the phone, before replying you mimed to Eren to turn the music down allowing you to hear her better. “Sasha I told you I’m fine, I’m with someone don’t worry-” Eren grabbed the phone out of your phone out of your hands loose grip before shooting you a quick smirk that peered at the side of his mouth, leaving you twiddling with your thumbs. “Hey Sasha” he croaked while slowing the car down. Sasha’s voice reverberated throughout the phone almost as if she was lecturing him. “Sasha she’s fine, It’s not like I’m going to hurt her, calm down” ignoring his reassurance Sasha continued to complain over the phone. Awkwardly, you sat not knowing what Sasha was blaming him for your eyes looked at the skylines: the stars silently twinkled as the building lights stayed lit. Nothing but industrial buildings surrounded you along with people in suits exited and entered the beige buildings most on their phones in heated debates or carrying cases of information. “Sasha, I have no product on me, everything is with Connie, I’ll text you where to meet later, see you” Eren uttered into the phone before ending the call and tossing it back into your lap. You sat puzzled; the night went too quick all of these events occurring because Sasha wanted you to leave the house and now you sat in the passenger seat of a random guys car who’s driving you somewhere. Hesitantly, you shifted to face him watching him accelerate, “Do you like street race or something?”

“Sometimes why?” he admired you from the corner of his eye while driving round corners.

“You just control the car well, and you have a bunch of initials everywhere, I don’t think that’s normal… is it?”

“Hmm yeah the cars custom,”

“so what does E.J. mean?”

“Eren Jeager”

“So it’s your name? Jeager?”

Unbothered by your question he shot you a “yeah” before he swerved into a block of condos his face laid stern as he pulled up to a pair of black glazed gates scanning his thumb to open the gates.

While the gates rolled open you could see yourself grow with awe at the exterior Eren reversed the car leaving it in park, leaning over he opened the glove box and pulling out a set of keys. Eren left the car, jogging around to open the passenger side door for you offering his hand to pull you out. Taking him up on his offer you latched onto his hand and closed the door behind you, hoping a smile would show your appreciation for his sweet actions. Eren jetted up towards the condo doors leaving you aimlessly walking towards him like a lost dog. Shivers shot down your spine as the nights wind hitting you, leading you throughout the condos walls you ended up at his door. After fumbling with the keys Eren pushed through the door revealing the levelled apartment.

Ushering you through the door you were suddenly surrounded by the white and grey exterior, two sofa’s laid on the soft beige floor. Walking in further you felt yourself get lost in the décor of the house, leaving your stuff at the door you stood in the middle of the room staring at the glass roof. After staring in awe at the roof in the corner of your eye you could see Eren beacon you towards him, he was sat on a grey sofa that sat in the middle of the room. Following his gestures you sat down next to him making sure to leave a defined gap of space, noticing your barrier he he tried to engage with you.

“What’s your major?” Eren croaked before clearing his throat “psychology, what about you?” you could feel your nerves settle allowing you to sink more into the.

“ I don’t do university, well not anymore ,”

“Well what did you major in?”

“I also did psychology,” Eren sat unbothered, scrolling through his phone paying you no mind.

“Psychology!?” You asked, you shifted your weight to the side and faced Eren, his lips stayed pursed making his eyebrows furrow. Almost as if he could feel your eyes, he looked up to meet your shocked face; making his puzzled. “What? Do I not seem smart enough for a subject like that, is my brain too small?” Eren sarcastically asked while he jokingly pouted. “No… just a surprise that’s all,” Eren dropped his phone down turning all his attention to you, “but why would you do psychology” leaving emphasis on the ‘you’ .Anticipating his reply you leant your elbow onto the arm rest feeling Eren scoot a few inches closer.

Following on from before you could feel that flame that grew from earlier, his green eyes seemed fuelled by desire. “I don’t know, I like the way people think,”

“So why drop out?” You could feel yourself leaning in, he didn’t seem as cocky as earlier as he pulled his guard down.” Just got caught up in some things” his eyes dimmed slightly almost like he was ashamed of something. “Things like?” at this point after constant inching Eren’s arm snaked around you with his head resting against you” I just needed to pay off some student debts, so I got involved in things.”

“So, you’re a criminal?” silence fell between the two of you, hoping you didn’t hit a nerve “Yeah, what about it” his reply sounded empty almost heartless.

Everything Eren continued to talk but seemed as though he was crushed by something, his arms raised from you and while turning to face you.

The olive and hazelnut shades in his eyes flashed towards yours. Helping guide him you felt yourself lean in towards him, a smirk grew on your face as you left the rest up to him.

Taking initiative he pushed his lips onto yours the slight roughness of his colliding with the soft touch of yours.

Deepening the kiss Eren’s hands clutched onto your waist lifting you up to straddle onto him. Your legs straddled either side of his waist with his hands lacing themselves around your waist, making your arms meet the back of his neck. Eren slipped his tongue through a parted gap that was pursed into his lips, causing an overwhelming taste of cherries that swarmed your tastebuds. Eren’s lips escaped yours; grinning he made his way to the sensitive spots of your neck.

You could feel your body push onto his lean frame; the quiet, breathy moans twirled out of your mouth making its way into his ears. You could feel a heinous grin grow on your neck, your words fuelling his passion. Eren’s breath against your neck was hot and heavy, it wrapped around your neck making straight butterflies grown in you.

Eren clung onto your waist allowing yourself to grind on his lap, the friction between you and the thin material of his joggers allowed you to feel the stiffness of his cock grow beneath you. Abruptly, flipping you off his lap Eren aggressively placed you beneath him, his knee placed in between your legs barley grazing over your clothed cunt.

Stopping in his tracks, Eren lured over your face raising his eyebrows for approval.

“Are you okay with this?”

Wrapping your fingers around his hoodie strings that dangled in your face along with the key necklace that laid on his neck you nodded and smiled with your approval leaving everything up to him. Eren grinned making his way down towards your hips, his hands feeling rough against the sheerness of your skin as he trailed along it.

Eren slipped his hands up your dress rolling it up giving himself easier access. The blood rushed to your face the second you could feel Eren tease his way through. He sloppily kissed against the inside of your thighs, skipping your obviously aching core. He laughed as you struggled to contain yourself the closer and harder he kissed along your thighs. Paying extra attention to your sounds he went softer in some places; ignoring other places.

“Eren please?” you whispered under a groan.

Noticing your struggle of speech, Eren attempted to prolong your struggle by circling his thumb around your clothed clit. Your legs squirmed at the sudden impact of his thumb. Tired of the same movements he clawed down your underwear and left it on the side.

“Fuck princess,” Eren uttered from under you.

Out of embarrassment you could feel your face flushing, the feeling quickly rushed away the second Eren’s tongue took one swift lick up your sensitive bud your back arching at the sudden wave of pleasure.

The circling around your sensitive bud almost sent you into overdrive. With your hand gripped around his hair multiple small gasps left your mouth, the hold on

his hair getting rougher loosening his bun.

With his bun falling out and his chestnut locks wrapped around your hand, Eren slipped through two stern digits into you, your walls tightening around his two fingers.

“Oh fuck Eren-“ you moaned out, the second you adjusted to the pace of him.

“Fuck you feel good” Eren groaned under his breath.

Coming close to your high, the inhales you took became sharper with your thighs aching to close. Realising you were close Eren pulled away, lifting his head up- his hair flew down his face resting against his shoulders.

Pulling you back onto his lap, you straddled onto him a sweat-filled mess, Eren removed his hoodie and pulled down his joggers slightly just above his knees.

Catching his own breath, Eren clutched onto your neck loosely- pulling you down making his lips connect to your ear.

“Can you ride princess?”

His words hit you straight at your core making you hum in approval. Pulling his boxers down- you raised yourself onto him inching down slowly allowing you to take him whole.

You grinned as Eren groaned tilting his head back as you clenched around him. Breathless, you rocked yourself into him feeling the top of cock kiss your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” his wrists clutched harder against your hips, his nails ever so slightly digging in. His hands slipped down your waist , his palms growing with sweat with every thrust he pushed into you.

Ungodly words left you and Eren’s mouth, his hair clung onto his face due to his sweat. His words becoming more degrading the closer he got , your nails clung at his back grasping for support. With your mouth close at his ear- every beg you had for him went through his ear.

Words of how you wanted him and only him, how good he felt , the way his moans made you hit the edge.

“So you’re a whore for my dick?” he breathed out, smirking at you as you pulled your head out of his neck. Nodding at his statement you took in one of the last thrusts he pulled Eren lifted your face to meet his. His face filled with lust

“Use your words princess,” his eyes drew to your lips waiting for your answer

“y-yes” you stirred out.

Reaching your limit, you took in one of the last thrusts as your sight turned white with no recollection, soon after reality hit back at you, you could feel Eren twitch violently against you. Wanting to eye contact he engaged his eyes with yours, making a few looks at you before asking,

“Tell me where you want it kitten,” Butterflies hit you as you said “inside.”

Not waiting another second Eren used this to realise himself into you, the warmth poured down your walls as Eren shot his head back.

A few minutes went by of you staying warmed onto him. Lifting yourself off, you asked for the the bathroom and made your way there.

After a few minutes of cleaning up, you returned to see Eren standing by the door with his hair thrown up again and a stern look on his face.

“what’s the issue?”

“Sasha”

“what about her?”

“There was a shipment issue,”

“A shipment issue? What’s that ?”

“It doesn’t matter we need to go come on”

[space-lynn]

I’m back with another Unintentional Gods AU snippet! A big thank you to my friends (Fen and Marcus) for inspiring me to write this. Nash Viseriox and Q’ryxthec are OCs that belong to me. They’ll probably show up more in future snippets.

Just a little fyi, Sasha’s transmasc and transitioned when he was 19, and since the name Sasha is already unisex, no point in changing it. Enjoy reading!

@fermented-writers-block Sorry for the mention, thought you’d wanna see this :)

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Perfect, everything had to be absolutely perfect for tonight. 22-year-old Sasha Waybright, ever the perfectionist, had to make sure his plans were perfect. It was his and his girlfriends’ anniversary and he had a special surprise waiting for them. He was excited and nervous as he flitted about, making sure nothing was amiss. Once he had finished his 294th inspection, he was satisfied.

“Excited for tonight?” a deep voice asked behind him, chuckling.

“Yes! And nervous,” the blond laughed, turning around to face Nash Viseriox, one of his celestial best friends and a fellow space god. “Thanks for helping me out with this.”

“No problem,” Nash said, looking around. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“You think they’ll like it?”

“Oh, they’ll love it.”

Sasha nervously pushed his thumbs together, eyes darting around the area, seeking out whatever thing could be out of place.

“Are the other gods actually fine with this?”

“Y’know they are, you’re not the first to start something like this and you won’t be the last. The three of you deserve a break, Sash. What better way than to give you all a day off on the day of your 6-year anniversary.”

An anxious but grateful smile made its way onto Sasha’s lips.

“Now, I’m no time god but shouldn’t you be heading back to get dressed?”

“Shit. Right! Thanks again, Nash.”

Another chuckle from the draconic god, “Go and have fun tonight.”

Sasha nodded, teleporting away.

-----

He arrived at the doorstep to their home and placed a hand on the doorknob. It glowed red at his touch, the magical mechanism within unlocking the door for him. He opened it and stepped in, calling out, “Hey, girls! I’m back!”

“Hey, Sashimi!” Marcy chirped.

“Hi, Sash!” Anne greeted.

He grinned, moving forward and wrapping his arms around them both, pressing a kiss on each girl’s forehead. They were both dressed up, Anne in a light blue sundress and white ballet flats and Marcy in a green blouse, a black pleated skirt and black flats. “Are you two ready for tonight?”

“Mhm,” Anne nodded. “Food’s all packed. Sorry if that’s my anniversary gift for the two of you.”

“That’s good enough for us, Anna-Banana.”

“Mar Mar is right, as always.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see what you two have in store.”

“Neither can I,” Sasha said.

“How do I not know your surprise? I’m literally a goddess of knowledge.”

Sasha smirked, “I’ve had some help. From certain gods who know a thing or two about keeping things from gods like you. Could you two wait outside? I need to change.”

“You look good enough like this,” Anne teased.

“Kind of sweaty and dressed in messy clothes? Yeah, no,” he snorted.

Marcy laughed, “Go ahead, Anne and I will wait.”

He gave both of his girlfriends kisses of thanks, and went upstairs to change into a red casual button down shirt, jeans and black chelsea boots. He traveled back down the stairs and to his girlfriends outside, fingers twitching as he summoned two pieces of cloth. 

“Took you long enough,” Marcy said and he rolled his eyes.

He offered the cloth to them, looks of bewilderment on their faces.

“Blindfolds,” he said, as if that could answer their unsaid questions.

“Uh, Sash?” Anne asked, her hands fiddled with the boxes of food she held.

“Trust me,” he smiled reassuringly.

The girls looked at one another then nodded at him, taking the blindfolds from him. He held onto their food, willing them away to a safe space. Once his girlfriends’ eyes were covered, without them able to peek through, Sasha warned them before he teleported them to his surprise. It threw Anne and Marcy off but they patiently waited for Sasha as he said, “Hang on a second.”

Their boyfriend moved a few steps in front of them, grinning. “You can take them off.”

And they did, blinking their eyes. Anne and Marcy looked around with awe in their eyes.

“So? Do you like it?” Sasha asked, getting nervous.

“Holy shit, Sash,” Marcy whispered. “We love it.”

Anne nodded, a grin stretching her lips. “This is so fucking beautiful.”

God, he sure hoped it was. He’d spent months on this surprise, hoping his girls would like it.

With the help of certain gods, he’d created a small floating island in space, big enough for what he’d placed there and big enough for the three of them. There was a large tree to the side, a cherry blossom eternally in full bloom, flowers colored pink, blue and green. In front of it was a pond lined with rocks, lily pads floating about and koi fishes swimming within, their bodies made from condensed nebulae, their eyes, fins, whiskers and tail a bright white color. The water ran from the pond, creating a small stream to the edge and to a mini waterfall, disappearing into space. There were bookshelves lined in a semicircle opposite of the tree, filled with tomes, novels and other reading materials. There in the middle was a table with three chairs. In the center of the island was a blue-red-and-green picnic blanket, laid out and ready for them. There were wooden posts that surrounded the entire area, carrying lanterns that held starflies, celestial creatures born from supernovas that were pretty much like fireflies.

He watched as his girlfriends walked around, examining everything.

Marcy turned to him, one hand on the spines of the books, and asked, “How did you… do all this?”

“Had some help. The tree, the pond and the island, got to thank Fen for that. And to Marcus for this being a date night idea.”

“No wonder Fen was occupied in the last few months.” Anne shot him a look. “He was busy helping you out with” -- she motioned around them -- “this.”

“The next time I see Marcus, I’m giving him my thanks,” Marcy said. “And the books?”

“Q’ryxthec.”

“I did tell them my faves from other worlds.”

“And the koi and fireflies?” Anne knelt down by the pond, watching the koi fish swim.

“Nash helped me catch the starflies and I made the koi,” he said shyly. “Boy, did I fail a lot.”

“Well, they're gorgeous. Everything here is!”

For the hundredth time that day, a smile graced Sasha’s lips. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, I just wanted to make this night special.”

His girlfriends walked towards, lacing their fingers together. A few bouts of giggles escaped them.

“It’s special enough with you,” Marcy said softly.

The blond chuckled. He glanced at the two of them. With a snap of his fingers, their meal was on the blanket, already out of their boxes and on plates with utensils, still warm.

“Now how about we have some dinner?”

-----

After their meal, Marcy’s gifts -- matching necklaces made from a special metal from another planet with gems in their colors -- and a conversation underneath the stars, Anne stood up, stretching her legs and arms. Marcy followed suit, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

The goddess of knowledge smiled at Sasha. “This was a really awesome night Sashimi. Thank you.”

“I agree with Marshmallow,” Anne chirped, a giggle escaping her lips. “How long did this take you?”

Sasha grinned at them, “7 months, give or take.”

Marcy’s eyes widened, “Wow. All this effort” -- she motioned around them -- “for us?”

Anne’s smile softened, “You didn’t have to, you know?”

The space god stood up, taking both of his girlfriend’s hands in his. “I wanted to.”

“Dork,” Anne teased.

“Your one and only,” Sasha smirked.

They kissed him on the cheeks and he chuckled.

“There’s... still one more surprise I have for the two of you.”

The happy looks on their faces turned into confusion. It made Sasha gulp, hands sweating at what he was about to do.

“There’s more?” Anne asked, bewildered. Marcy was just as puzzled beside her.

The blond nodded. “Yes. We-We’ve been together for 6 years now, and it’s been the best 6 years of my life. Sure, there were a couple of hiccups in our relationship but we’ve been through them together. I love you both so much that I wouldn’t mind going through them with both of you for the rest of eternity.”

He then got down on one knee, timidly watching his two lovers’ eyes grow wide. He held his right hand out, two black rings materialising in his palm, both with glowing intricate carvings etched onto the surface. One in blue, the other in green.

“Anne Boonchuy and Marcy Wu, my sunshine and my moonlight,” -- Anne sniffled while Marcy choked back a sob -- “will you both do me the honor of becoming my wives?”

“YES!” they both screamed, tackling Sasha into the ground.

Anne nuzzled her cheek against her boyfriend’s-- no wait, her fiance’s cheek, saying, “Yes, yes, a million times yes!”

Marcy grabbed onto Sasha’s shirt, pressing kisses on one side of his face. She pulled back just a bit to say, “Always a yes.”

Sasha beamed brightly at them, sharing a kiss with the two of them and watched as Anne and Marcy shared a kiss with one another, a warm and fuzzy feeling blooming in his chest.

They decidedly snuggled up together to watch the stars above for a few more hours, happy and content on their little island. The future was looking bright for them, and they honestly couldn’t wait.

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Just pure fluff. My face hurts so much from smiling when I wrote this. I hope all of you enjoyed reading this! Have a very nice morning, afternoon or evening! Until my next snippet~ :3

[seireinoryuu]

Of peach-pink lipstick and dead frogs.

Rating: K

Pairing: Mikahisto

Description: For the first time in her entire high school life, Historia Reiss sat alone under the courtyard’s old oak tree. Highschool AU

Notes: Yes I know Hange is technically the chemistry teacher in this environment but whatever.

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For the first time in her entire high school life, Historia Reiss sat alone under the courtyard's old oak tree. It was lunchtime; usually, she'd be surrounded by her gaggle of friends. Ymir would be hanging off her shoulder, Reiner Braun and Bertolt Hoover playing catch—or attempting to play catch. Most of the time Bertolt often missed his catches, usually landing face first in the grass. Reiner would laugh, stealing glances her way to see if she was laughing too. It was funny the first few times, then it became incredibly boring after the thirtieth fall. Hitch and Marlowe would be in the back bickering about something she has long since tuned out.

Historia wasn't used to sitting alone like this. She tried to maintain her usual air by crossing her legs and staring at whatever notification popped up on her phone, but soon that became boring too.

Yet, despite the lack of her usual company, Historia did not hate the solitude at all.

Still, she had nothing to do and so continued staring at her phone, scrolling back and forth on her news feed to find something—anything—engaging. She heard voices and briefly looked up to see Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, and Mikasa Ackerman walk by. Armin was, per usual, chatting about something regarding the latest game he had been playing and some tactic he managed to pull off that scored big points while Eren kept walking. Mikasa tagged along, a rather thick black book in the crook of her arm.

Mikasa briefly looked her way and Historia averted her gaze back to her phone, pretending as if she never noticed them. It was a few minutes later when she looked up again, the trio was halfway across the courtyard.

~

"Next month, we will have dissections!" exclaimed the biology teacher Hange Zoe. The entire class remained silent but there was a definite air of dread hanging over everyone. Hange, apparently the only one who was excited about the project, walked through the tables of her classroom, handing out one piece of paper on each table.

"This is a review worksheet in preparation for the unit. Each of you will be working with your table partner for this. No changing partners!"

Usually, Historia would pair up with Marlowe since they were in the same class, but he had been keeping his distance and moved to the table on the other side of the room, making Marco Bott his partner for this project.

She turned to the seat beside her to see a girl dressed in all black writing her name on the paper before sliding it to her.

Mikasa Ackerman was her partner.

~

"Reiss. Reiss."

"Hmmm?"

"There's a spider on your shoulder."

"Where!"

Every head in the classroom looked in their direction. Historia's cheeks burned as she plopped back on her seat, wiping her shoulders.

"There's no spider."

Historia glared at the goth girl, who merely shrugged.

"Time to do your part," she said, sliding the paper towards Historia. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and glanced at the questions; she understood none of them but was in awe of Mikasa Ackerman's neat handwriting.

~

They were in the library.

Historia could not answer a single question on the sheet, and Mikasa refused to cover for her and so Hange Zoe assigned them extra homework. At Hange's suggestion, they were to come to her classroom after school for assistance if needed. Well, if Historia needed assistance. Mikasa managed to answer half the questions on her own so Historia doubted she would have any trouble answering the rest. If only she wasn't so freaking stubborn. Ymir would have answered these without her having to ask.

Too bad Ymir wasn't talking to her either. The biggest surprise there.

They sat opposite each other on the table, Historia hunched over the worksheet while Mikasa rested her chin on her palm, her fingers tapping the surface of the table. Lightly, but to Historia it sounded like she might as well have been beating a drum.

"Would you stop that?" she snapped.

"Why are you taking so long? This is literally labeling animal kingdoms."

Historia glared and returned to the current problem she was on.

"Historia, is this class hard for you?"

She remained silent, still staring at the problem in front of her. The same problem she had been working on for the past seven minutes.

Mikasa slid into the chair next to her, pulling out a blank piece of notebook paper. "So there are six animal kingdoms . . . ."

~

Cheerleading practice was to be indoors today. It was raining outside, so Coach Dietrich managed to secure half of the gym for them. The other half belonged to the volleyball team; there was a net that stretched from one side to the next, separating the two teams.

Historia was in the process of forming the top of the pyramid, a privilege given her short stature. It was no secret that everyone on the team was envious that she was always picked to be on the top. She ignored their whispers; she can't combat genetics. As long as her teammates catch her, then that was all she cared about.

"T-I-T-A-N-S!" she shouted, following the same formations Dietrich drilled into them. From up above Historia could see the volleyball team practicing. She saw Mikasa among them, having discarded her jewelry and exchanged her usual dark, long-sleeved shirt, dark-colored skirt, and combat boots for tank top and shorts with knee pads (all in black of course). Her black hair, which was usually pulled into two twin tails behind her head was now one ponytail, her bangs held away from her face by a red headband.

Historia was startled by Coach Dietrich's whistle, allowing herself to drop into the arms of her teammates.

"Historia, you okay?" asked her teammate, Mina Carolina. "You were spacing out up there."

Historia waved her hand. Thankfully, Dietrich called for a break. A five-minute break, but a break nonetheless. Historia took a seat on the bleachers, taking a long gulp from her water bottle. Mikasa was now in the front row, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Someone on her side of the net shouted something and Mikasa jumped, one arm raised above her head and coming down onto the ball, slamming it onto the floor on the other side of the net. Her form was very graceful.

The gym doors opened and the football team trudged in, soaked from the rain. Reiner appeared followed by Bertolt. Reiner glanced her way then looked away, jaw tense. It was only Bertolt who held her gaze a little longer, before following his friend.

Historia took another long sip from her water bottle until it was empty.

~

Again, they were in the library. Marco Bott had joined them because, according to Mikasa, he's a wiz at this stuff. Historia was a little surprised to hear that someone was smarter than Mikasa, though everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Besides, if Marco and Mikasa are willing to help then all the better.

They had been studying for over an hour until they finally called a break. Marco went to the bathroom and offered to buy them all snacks, leaving just Historia and Mikasa alone.

"So . . . volleyball, huh?" Historia began. She mentally cringed at how obvious she was trying to create small talk.

Mikasa took no notice of it, flipping through her notes. "Yep. Been on the team since last year."

"Really?" Historia never knew that Mikasa was on the volleyball team last year. Of course, the cheer team rarely attends other sporting teams aside from football or basketball, but still. If Mikasa has been on the team since last year, especially with her skills, Historia would have at least heard about it from the others. "I never pegged you for a volleyball player. You just . . . didn't seem that type."

At that Mikasa gave her an incredulous look. "Seriously? Why? Just because of how I dress?" Mikasa scoffed. Historia didn't mean it that way, but she could see how Mikasa would interpret her words like that. Mikasa snorted. "You'd know that if you paid attention."

Historia said nothing, fidgeting with her hands. Then she sighed, her lips pulling into a grimace. "Yeah, you're right."

After a few minutes of silence, Mikasa then spoke. "I have a game. This Friday. A home game against Orvud High. You can come if you want."

Historia glanced at Mikasa. The taller girl kept looking at the wall next to her as if it had something remarkably interesting, and Historia noticed she had a pink tinge on her cheeks. It was adorable.

"Sure," she grinned.

Marco then returned with snacks in hand. He had a bag of chips for each of them, though Historia preferred the little stack of cookies from the vending machines. Marco apologized profusely, but Historia reassured him it was okay, and there was always next time.

~

Historia sat by herself in the bleachers as the Trost volleyball team jogged onto the court, earning the applause of the crowd. Immediately, she caught sight of Mikasa, wearing the red uniform of their school and the matching red headband. Mikasa looked in her direction and waved. Historia waved back until a few seats below her, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, and Jean Kirstein waved back, standing on their feet and whooping. Historia blushed; maybe she wasn't waving at her. Maybe she didn't see her.

Regardless, Historia stayed.

It was a gripping game; many volleys back and forth on the courts, lots of shouting and dives. Historia was in awe of Mikasa's prowess on the court, how she dashed, jumped, dived, and spiked the ball onto the other side of the net. It was apparent the other team too was in awe and even scared as well. Historia couldn't help but beam when it was Mikasa's turn to serve and Orvud High tensed, some backing away in fear of the force in which Mikasa served the ball.

And the crowd loved every minute.

Really the cheerleading team should cheer for the volleyball players.

Historia cheered in her own way and stood up with the crowd when they won. Historia made her way down the bleachers when it was over. She had just reached the floor when Mikasa appeared in front of her.

"Glad you came," she said. Her gray eyes shined bright, flushed with the adrenaline of victory.

"Yeah. That was a good game. And congrats on the win."

"Thanks. I saw you up there. I even waved at you. You should have joined my friends; they were a few seats below you."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"I—I—"

"Mikasa!" another volleyball player came by, tackling Mikasa in a hug. "Awesome play back there." She high-fived Mikasa, which was when she noticed Historia. She didn't say anything and turned back to Mikasa. "Let's head back to the locker rooms. Coach needs to give her post-game speech."

"Right." Mikasa then turned back to her. "Hey, why don't you join me and my friends later? It's tradition for us to go out for dinner after a win."

Historia glanced at Mikasa's friends. All of them were chatting happily with each other. Sasha Blouse suddenly struck a pose much to Jean Kirstein's chagrin and the others in the group were laughing. She wasn't part of this group of friends, never ever was. She used to think they were an insane bunch, and she was sure they still remember her attitude towards them. "I dunno—"

"I want you to," she said. With that, Mikasa ran off with her team for the post-game speech from her coach.

~

It was the most awkward moment of Historia's life.

Standing in front of the locker rooms, leaning against the wall just outside the circle Mikasa's friends had formed. They were talking about a bunch of random things. Armin about some random update in a game he has been playing and his new strategy to boost his guild. Connie was fully engrossed though it was clear he was just as lost as her. Sasha was daydreaming about food while Eren and Jean shook their heads in amusement.

"Historia."

Historia looked up as Eren called her, having separated from the group, and approached her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I called you three times and you didn't answer."

"I'm fine."

"You waiting on someone? I don't think Reiner had football practice at all today."

"I'm not waiting on Reiner."

"She's waiting on me."

Mikasa appeared, her volleyball uniform exchanged for her typical darker clothes. The silver jewelry also returned as well as her signature black lipstick. However, Historia noticed Mikasa had skipped out on the dark eyeshadow.

"I invited her to come to dinner."

It was clear everyone in the group had questions. Connie opened his mouth to ask why but Sasha quickly shut him up with a playful chokehold. That seemed to send a message to everyone else. Sasha was the first one to speak.

"Let's go! I'm going to die of starvation; we don't even know where we're going to eat!"

"Hell's Kitchen," Mikasa said automatically.

"No."

"Let's go someplace with Wifi—"

"Armin, you're not playing games while we celebrate Mikasa's victory."

Historia couldn't help but laugh as she followed them.

~

She reached for the last chocolate milk at the same time another hand appeared. She looked up, following the tall, lanky body of Bertolt Hoover.

"Bertolt," she greeted. The tall boy pulled his hand back and said nothing. Historia took the last carton. "How are things?"

Again, Bertolt remained silent. Someone else appeared, Annie Leonhardt. She peered into the fridge where all the milk was kept. "Out of chocolate milk." She clicked her tongue and walked away. Historia glanced at Bertolt who was watching her go. Historia rolled her eyes.

"You're really lame you know."

Historia marched up to the counter, paid for the milk, and placed it on Bertolt's tray. "There. Give that to Annie. She likes to eat by herself in the back of the school near the JV fields."

"What?"

"Annie. JV fields. Don't give me that look Bertolt. I know. Everybody knows. Annie likely doesn't since she's almost never here. Just give it to her. Now go, before things get more awkward."

Despite how short she was compared to Bertolt, Historia managed to push him in the direction Annie went. He tensed and looked back at her. Historia nodded, and with a deep breath, went in the same direction as Annie.

~

Mikasa wanted to study at her place. There wasn't any real reason for why, just that she wanted to be at home. Historia had no objection to that. Mikasa's goading by saying her mother had some snacks at home for them to munch on wasn't really needed for her to say yes, but she still looked forward to having a snack or two.

Mikasa's home was a modest apartment in the city where she lived with her mother (Mikasa is literally the spitting image of her mother, Historia thought). Her mother worked as an accountant. Her father died when she was ten (Historia had to do a double-take when showed a picture of Mikasa's father; she didn't believe Mikasa when she said that was her biological dad), and ever since then, it had just been Mikasa and her mom.

"Will you be staying for dinner?" asked Mrs. Ackerman as she set a plate of cookies in Mikasa's room where they were studying. "I don't mind if you do."

"Mom."

"Oh. Um, if you're alright with it, sure."

Mrs. Ackerman smiled brightly. "Great! I'm making spaghetti tonight, so I hope you're in the mood for that." She left the girls alone and they continued studying. After some time passed, they decided to stop.

"Ugh, my brain is overflowing with biology," Historia whined, leaning back into her seat.

"Aah."

Historia craned her neck to see Mikasa's look of horror, her eye shadow smudged all the way down to her cheek. Mikasa stood up, moving to her dresser's mirror and pouting at the damage. She pulled out a pack of makeup wipes, cleaning her face of her makeup. "And I was so proud of it too."

"I've always wondered what you used to do your makeup," Historia said, standing next to Mikasa and examining her makeup stand. "Now I get to see how you do your thing. And I'm not really surprised by the color choice either." She laughed.

Mikasa's entire makeup stand was in all shades of deep, dark, and mysterious. Dark lipstick, dark eye shadow, dark eyeliner. She had a few lighter colors, but it was clear Mikasa was more prone to a certain end of the spectrum. Historia picked up a used tube of dark red lipstick aptly named 'Blood Wine.'

"Your favorite?" she asked, holding up the tube.

Mikasa nodded. "This I use more since it can go with anything." Mikasa held up a very, very used tube which was named 'Black Soul.' Historia chuckled, glancing at the rest of Mikasa's makeup display before noticing a small peach pink lipstick.

"This is such a cute color. You should use it!" Historia could only laugh at the look of disgust on Mikasa's features. "You should! Why did you buy it if you were never going to use it?"

"I didn't buy it," she said. "It was a gift. From my cousin Levi for my fourteenth birthday. I told him I liked makeup, but he didn't know what shade to get."

Historia nodded. "Well, I still think you should at least give it a try. I think it would look cute on you. Oh, I know! For one day—just one day—why don't you try a girly style?" At Mikasa's incredulous look, Historia quickly added, "Just for one day, that's it." She held up one finger. "I can imagine all the hilarious looks you'd get if you did that."

Mikasa paused. "Okay, I'll try it. But you're going to do this with me. So that means, you are going to dress up goth." Mikasa smirked, a mischievous light dancing in her eyes.

"Deal. We pick out each other's outfits and do makeup. No way I can replicate your style. Besides, I want to look like a vampire queen." She raised her hands in the air, forming claws and hissing. Mikasa laughed, a big hearty kind of laugh, and it sent Historia's heart racing.

"This is going to be fun."

~

The looks she received in school the next day were so entertaining. Clad in all black and dramatic makeup, her blonde hair as the only piece of color in her ensemble, Historia walked through the doors of the school with purpose. All heads turned to her. Historia couldn't help but lift her chin and walk like a regal queen. A regal vampire queen.

She passed by Reiner. She almost laughed at his double-take as she walked down the hall. Ymir was just around the corner too, her eyes wide.

While she felt like an all-powerful goddess of darkness, she still had to go to class. Opening her locker briefly interrupted the dark gothic image as she exchanged her government textbook for her biology one. There was a light tap on her shoulder, and she turned around to see Hitch.

"Oh," was all she said.

"Hello, Hitch," greeted Historia. "Do you need something?"

Hitch paused. "Uh, no. I—um," Hitch stared at something behind Historia. "That's a new look for you."

"Oh, thanks!" Historia beamed. "I was going for a vampire queen look. Do I make for a good vampire queen?"

Hitch drew a blank stare, clearly not used to such a light response from her. Someone called Historia's name and both girls turned as Mikasa Ackerman, wearing a pink sweater with a lacy collar, pink polka dot skirt, black stockings, and a pair of rose-gold ballet flats, approach. Her peach-tinted lips quirked upwards. It was also clear that Mikasa couldn't help but bob her head up and down, playing with the bouncy half curls in her dark hair.

"Hey," she greeted. "Ready to head to class?"

"Yep! Let's go!" Historia closed her locker, joining Mikasa and making their way down the hall. "I really like the hair clip. It's cute."

A slight pink shade dusted the bridge of Mikasa's nose. "Thanks. It's actually my mom's." It was a simple little red bow that swept her bangs to the side instead of her usual fringe. "Love the smokey eye shadow. It really makes your eyes pop. I like your eyes."

Historia's stomach flipped at the compliment. She always received compliments on her eyes but hearing it from Mikasa just seemed to floor her.

"Do I look like a vampire queen?"

Mikasa laughed. "Yes. You do look like a terrifying vampire queen."

~

Dissection day came and Historia dreaded it. She was prepared, she went over the material hundreds of times. Marco and Mikasa helped her, but she still dreaded it. She lost so much sleep too. Just imagining the little frog corpse, cutting through the flesh, and seeing all its insides.

Historia shuddered.

Historia sat at her desk, fidgeting with her thumbs. Mikasa was silent, but she occasionally glanced at Historia and at her twiddling thumbs. All the items were laid out before them and the two girls snapped on a pair of gloves. Then the frog was laid out on the table before them.

Mikasa had grabbed the scalpel before her. "I'll do the physical stuff, you fill out the worksheet."

Historia had never felt more grateful.

They got an A.

~

Mikasa and Historia decided to hang out at Historia's place this time. There wasn't an actual reason why. They had no tests to study for, no projects to complete, no upcoming dissections. There weren't even any games either. They just wanted to hang out.

"Hello!" Historia's elder half-sister, Frieda, greeted Mikasa, flashing her a bright smile. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"I'm not sure," said Mikasa simply. "Oh, I'm Mikasa, by the way."

"Oh shoot, my apologies. I'm Frieda." The dark-haired girl shook Mikasa's hand, flashing another one of her bright smiles. "Nice to meet you!"

Historia gripped Mikasa's sleeve, tugging her to follow. Mikasa noted the pout forming on her lips.

"Sorry, I gotta go. It was nice meeting you."

Mikasa followed Historia, allowing the blonde woman to practically drag her to her room. Despite Historia's demeanor in school, the décor of her room was plain. She had a simple dresser and mirror. A small makeup stand, and a simple closet. Historia's room was simple. Well, mostly simple. Historia's bed was rather large, and the frame was intricate with fancy drapery around it. Not to mention it was also quite big.

A hand waving across her face broke her out of her thoughts. Historia giggled.

"Oh shush," Mikasa said, her cheeks burning.

"Sorry for rushing you earlier. My half-sister can be a chatterbox at times," said Historia.

"It's fine," she replied, stepping closer to the dresser and looking at the photos on top. Some were of Historia through the years, others with her and her sister or her other siblings and family members. Though she did notice the lack of pictures of her friends.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What happened to you and the others?" she asked. Historia gave her a confused look to which she continued. "Reiner, Bertolt, Ymir and the rest."

Historia lay down on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling.

"I kissed Ymir," she said. Mikasa said nothing, prompting her to continue. "We were all hanging out at Hitch's one day. She had a Wii, but only three controls. Hitch, Marlowe, and Bertolt were playing. Reiner wouldn't stop talking, and then there was Ymir, and so I kissed her, on the lips, in front of everyone." She half laughed. "Man, you should have seen the looks on all their faces. Then after that—" she shrugged "—it is what it is."

"Do you regret it?"

Historia shook her head. "No. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. Like as if I didn't have to hide that anymore since it was all out in the open. I'm disappointed they all just stopped talking to me like that, but it proved that none of them were really my friends."

Mikasa sat next to Historia on the bed.

"Do you want to try?" she asked, her voice tiny.

Historia sat up, staring at Mikasa. Did she hear right? Mikasa didn't look at her, but there was a lovely shade of red on her cheeks.

"Do you?" she asked. "I mean, do you want to?"

Mikasa paused, the blush becoming more prominent. After another moment, she nodded.

Historia's heart began to race but she calmed herself down. She sat on her knees, back straight as she faced Mikasa. Mikasa turned towards her too, her face red as a tomato but with determination in her eyes. No wavering, no doubt in those gray pools. It was as if Mikasa felt the same as well.

Historia leaned forward, closing her eyes. Every inch felt like a mile, every second like an eternity, but it was an instant and she felt soft lips against hers. The scent of Mikasa's hair—coconut milk—filled her nose, and the warmth of the other girl so near. And then all too soon, it was over.

Historia opened her eyes. Mikasa sat back, eyes fixed on something on her sheet while one hand covered her mouth. Historia's stomach dropped.

"Not really into it?" she asked.

"What? No, no," she said, her voice raising an octave higher. She blushed again when she realized how loud she was. "No, it's not that." She paused, trying to think of what to say next. "It's just, I got nervous. I thought you might have had expectations."

Historia paused, then giggled. "Mikasa. You're so cute." She giggled again. "I don't know what made you think I was like that. It's not like I've kissed a plethora of other girls." Her face felt warm. "It's only been you and Ymir. I've only had enough courage to kiss you two."

"Right. Yeah."

"But—" she fidgeted in her seat "—you're the only one I like. I like you and I can proudly say I got to kiss the girl I like."

"Sure. Like as if we'd really say that was a kiss," she replied sarcastically. "But I want to try again." Mikasa leaned closer. "Because I like you too. I like you a lot."

Historia blinked once. Twice. She wanted to ask Mikasa to say it again, to confirm that she heard Mikasa correctly. She doubted she'd get her to say it though. Mikasa was still blushing immensely, even with the determined look in her gray eyes. Honestly, if things were reversed and Mikasa had asked her, Historia knew she wouldn't be able to say it again.

So instead of asking her, Historia leaned in. She took Mikasa's face in her hands, happy the other girl didn't flinch. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Mikasa's. The kiss was different this time. For one, it was longer, much longer than the first one. Deeper, as she opened her mouth against Mikasa's. Historia could tell that Mikasa was enjoying this as well as her, which made it even better. Historia gently took Mikasa's lower lip, tugging it before putting space between them.

Both girls were silent for a long moment, and then they started laughing.

"I think we may need to keep working on that," said Historia.

"I agree," said Mikasa.

~

Historia sat alone under the courtyard's old oak tree. She was dressed in her cheerleading uniform, her pompoms in a gym bag next to her. She was waiting, flicking through the notifications on her phone. It wasn't long before a shadow loomed over her, blocking the sunlight. She looked up, covering her eyes as she took in the sight of Reiner Braun's hulking figure.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi, Reiner."

"Can I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the bench. Historia nodded, throwing her gym bag to the ground, and scooting over to give the bigger man enough room. "How have you been?"

"Good. I'm in my cheerleader uniform—" she gestured to her herself "—so soon I'll be leaving for the cheer team tonight."

"Girls' Volleyball team, right? I heard it was you who pushed for the cheer team to be at one of their games," he said. He chuckled at Historia's proud nod. "I hear they've been doing very good this year."

"Yep!" she beamed. "And if we win today's game, we qualify for the semi-finals."

"'We' huh?" Reiner said. "It's been a long time since I've heard you say that. Back when that 'we' meant you and I."

"Reiner I—" Historia paused. "Reiner, there was never a 'you and I' between us."

Reiner nodded. There wasn't a sad look in his eye, just an accepted look. "I know. I guess I've always known, but I never fully realized it until then." He paused. "A lot of people said we looked good together and I guess hearing all that made me a fool."

Historia nodded. "I should apologize Reiner. I should have said—"

He shook his head. "No need to apologize. We both played into it, and it almost seemed real. Almost. It's different with you and Mikasa." He smiled cordially. "You'll still be cheering for the football team in the playoffs, right?"

"Definitely."

"Awesome." Then Reiner stood up. "Well, I'll be heading out now. Ma wants me to watch over my cousin while her parents work late. Maybe I can bring her over for the game."

"That would be great! See you around."

Reiner waved goodbye and left.

A few minutes later, another figure approached, this time the lanky figure of Ymir.

"'Sup?" she greeted, taking Reiner's old seat. "So, you're heading over to today's volleyball game. And the entire cheer team will be there. That's exciting."

"Yep! And then if we win, we'll be in the semifinals."

"Neat. How have you been?"

"Well. And you?"

"No complaints. I hear you and Mikasa Ackerman are a thing. Never thought Goth Girl would tickle your fancy."

"Mikasa is honestly really cool," said Historia. "She's really smart, good with makeup, and is amazing at volleyball—well, actually any sport you can think of. You should've seen her on the basketball court—"

"Whoa, girl. No need to try and make me jealous now! Especially of Goth Girl," Ymir laughed. "You know, you've changed." At Historia's inquisitive look, Ymir added, "You're just more . . . spirited. I don't think I've ever seen that in you, Historia."

"Oh. Thank you."

Ymir nodded, a smile spreading across her lips. "Well, I better get going then. Just wanted to check up on you."

"Wait, Ymir," Historia called. When the other girl looked back, she added, "Why don't you come and watch the game tonight?"

Ymir laughed. "Nah, sports were never really my thing. Watching the Big Lug run around bored me to death. I only went because everyone else did. I'll be fine; I'm going to the arcade anyways. Ya'll have fun."

With a wave, Ymir left.

Historia leaned back in the bench, pulling up her phone again. She went through all the notifications, read all the status updates, and thumbed a like wherever she felt like it. And then suddenly she was in the dark, cool fingers gently covering her eyes.

"Guess who?"

"Oh, let's see," Historia giggled. She pulled the other person's hands down and looked up. "It's Mikasa!"

The other girl laughed. "Were you waiting long?"

Historia shook her head, standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Nope, not really. I mean I had a few people come by and chat with me."

"Like whom?"

"I'll tell you on the way there. Let's get going or else we'll be late!" She took Mikasa's hand and together they made their way out of the courtyard.

[axoxtxhxh]

Not Without Trying - Chapter 11

Summary: Levi takes Reader on a special mission. While they are there, Reader opens up about her childhood.

LevixFem!Reader

Warnings: Nudity?

Word Count: ~ 2,800

Levi walked into his office and set his paperwork down on his desk. He noticed his bedroom door opened. He never left it opened, in fact, he rarely ever used it. He walked over to the entrance and was about to close it when he saw Y/N. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked, folding her clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He stepped in and closed the door behind him quickly.

“I’m folding my clothes…?” She looked at him confused. “I noticed that you had them hanging up in here.”

“Could you please put some damn clothes on!” He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her. “Someone could easily walk in here. I don’t need anyone getting any ideas.”

“I don’t have any issues with people seeing me.” She laughed. “Besides, I can’t even get any of the cadets to look at me. You’ve laid your claim so intensely that no one is going to get any ideas.” She started putting on her shirt.

“As much as I would love to take credit for that, it’s not because of me. They’re not looking at you because of you.” He watched her as she put on her pants.

“What are you talking about?”

“They’re just as scared of you as they are of me.” He explained. She looked at him, confused. “I beat the shit out of you and you still got up and dragged my ass through the training fields… No one wants to mess with that.”

He smiled to himself, feeling so much pride for her.

“I see.”

“I’m sorry for this.” He rubbed the scratch on her cheek, still healing from when they were sparring. He pressed his lips together, angry at himself for doing it.

“Don’t be.” She put her hand on his. “I needed that wake-up call.”

It seemed like such a long time ago that she was moping around feeling sorry for herself.

“I need you to do me a favor.” He held her hand. “It’s sort of a mission.” “A mission?” She stared at him, confused. “Erwin said we were done for the night, we haven’t even eaten dinner yet.” “It’s only for us. No one else knows about it.” The corner of his lips moved up to a small smile.

“Oh.” Y/N stopped what she was doing, thinking about what the mission could be, her eyes searching and her mouth slightly open.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it.” Levi teased. “Also, get out, I need to change and so do you.”

“I just put on my uniform.”

“Yeah, we can’t wear our uniforms this time.” He took off his jacket. “It has to be our civilian clothes.” He smiled to himself. “Our nicer civilian clothes.”

“You come in here and tell me to put some clothes on and now I have to put on different clothes.” She crossed her arms. “Fine.”

“Be downstairs in 15 minutes.” He reached up and caressed her cheek, then went back to pulling out his outfit. She walked up behind him, putting her arms around his waist and pulling him towards her body.

“You think that was enough? A tiny little cheek rub?” She chuckled and planted kisses all over his cheek.

“Ugh, come on…” He struggled against her, but still leaned back into her arms. She let him go and walked towards the door. “15 minutes.” He repeated.

Y/N had no idea what to wear, most of her clothes were her uniform and anything that wasn’t her uniform looked exactly like her uniform. Maybe if she was younger she would still have some civilian clothing, but she ditched those once she reached captain.

She could ask one of the girls. Mikasa and Sasha still wore civilians sometimes. But they were so much smaller than her. Maybe I could borrow something from Erwin? Ugh. She flipped through her clothes and found a sweater that she hadn’t worn in a while. She put it over her white blouse and pants, looking at herself in the mirror. I look like a civilian, right?She nodded and made her way downstairs.

The mess hall was already getting busy, everyone sitting down to eat. She passed it up, her stomach rumbling, and headed outside. Levi was waiting near the door, sitting on a bench. He stood up when he saw her.

“What kind of mission is—Wow… you look…” She watched as he walked over to her. He was wearing his black suit with his white shirt and cravat, his jacket resting on his shoulders. She had seen Levi in his civilians before, but for some reason, he looked different. Maybe because this time she knew what was under it. She blushed a little at the thought.

“I remember telling you 15 minutes.” He lectured and they made their way into town.

“It took me so long to figure out what to wear. I don’t really have much civilian clothing anymore.” She mumbled. “I had to settle for this.” She gestured at her outfit.

“I think you look lovely.” He looked at her and clasped her hand in his as they walked.

“I see you don’t seem to have that problem.” She looked him up and down again. “You look… really handsome.”

“I wear this all the time.” He brushed it off. They continued walking down the street. They made it to town after about 10 minutes of walking. Levi pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist as the sidewalks got busier.

“So where are we going? Are we undercover?” She whispered. “Are we supposed to just be an ordinary couple?”

“Something like that.” He smiled. “We’re just about there.”

Y/N looked at all the shops they were passing. There were so many stores she has never been in. She remembered shopping with her mom when she was a little girl. Her mom knew everyone in their neighborhood, always stopping at each and every shop just to chat. It was definitely a bit different now.

“It’s just up here.” Levi pointed his finger two shops down. He opened the door for Y/N and she walked inside. It was a bar. What kind of mission…? As soon as the man in front saw Levi, he quickly walked over to him.

“Good evening, Mr. Ackerman. We have the table you requested back here.”

The man led them to the back of the bar, through some curtains to a darker room, just one table and two chairs in the corner.

“Is it to your liking?” Levi nodded and the man let out a small sigh of relief. “Someone will be with you in a moment.” And he disappeared behind the curtains.

“Do… do you want to sit?” He was looking at Y/N.

“Sure.” They sat at the table and Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but someone came in the room with a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. They both thanked him and he left.

Levi was starting to look nervous. He reached his hand across the table and rested it on Y/N’s. He looked at her, trying to see what she was thinking.

“Levi…” She started, “Are we on a date?” He looked down, a small blush coming to his cheeks as the corners of his mouth turned into a smile.

“I wasn’t sure how to ask you.” He admitted. “This seemed like the next best thing.”

“We’re on a date!” She laughed and held his hand tighter, looking into his eyes and smiling. “Thank you.”

“So you’re okay with this?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “This is a good date?”

“I mean, I haven’t been on a real date in so long. You’re probably asking the wrong person.” She smiled at him. “But this is great. This is perfect.”

The smile that Levi had on his face at her words was the biggest she’d ever seen him smile.

Y/N could tell Levi was nervous, but she couldn’t figure out why. They had a lot of silence in their conversations every day, but that was mainly because Levi was a quiet person. She did most of the talking and was okay with that. It felt strange now though, sitting in silence staring at each other.

At the same time, the silence was comfortable. It wasn’t often that they had time to just sit with each other and not have to discuss something about a mission or something with the scouts. Maybe that’s why it felt strange. This was what normal dates were like. It had been a long time since she was able to experience normal.

Levi took a sip of his wine as he watched her think. She was looking around the room and he was worried that maybe this wasn’t impressive enough. He never felt like he needed to impress Y/N, she was always so happy with what she was given and he loved not having that pressure. Now, though, she was looking around the room and the room wasn’t that remarkable.

When he had walked through town a little while ago, he was trying to find anywhere he could take her, anything he could take her to do. They were quite limited with how far they could go and what she would actually like. Their relationship was odd that way. He knew her so well when it came to leading and fighting, they could coordinate a titan kill without even speaking and he trusted her with his life just as she trusted him. When it came to actually knowing her, he realized that he didn’t. Not when it came to things like favorite color, favorite food, or idea of a perfect date. He got more nervous as he watched her. She must not be impressed.

“Erwin said we might be getting some new recruits soon.” Levi spoke quietly.

“That’s great,” she replied, “it would be nice to have them on the next mission.”

Levi nodded. It was so awkward and it kept getting worse. It was as if they were shoved in this room on a blind date and had no idea how to talk to the other person. She laughed to herself and Levi looked up.

“I guess when it comes to talking about things unrelated to work, we’re lacking a bit.” She laughed.

“Sorry.” He smiled. “I’m not the greatest company. I’ve never been on a date. I’m not sure what I should be doing.”

“No, no,” she encouraged him, “you’re doing fine. This is great actually. I like how dark and private the room is.”

“You do?” She nodded and a man walked in with plates of food and set them on the table in front of them before leaving quickly.

“How did you get a pub to serve food to us in a private room?” She whispered over the hot plates.

“I just asked.” He shrugged in his indifferent way.

“Oh.” She laughed. “Pays to be intimidating.”

They picked up their forks and started eating. Y/N wasn’t a particularly picky eater. She sort of just ate what was in front of her, but one thing she loved to eat was fish. They didn’t often get to eat fish in the scouts. Most of their meals consisted of potatoes, cabbage and bread. She wasn’t sure if Levi knew this or didn’t even think about it, but seeing the piping hot, steaming fish in front of her, she was already drooling.

She leaned in and stuck her fork into the fish at the exact same time as Levi did and they both looked at each other and smiled.

“You like fish?” He asked, his eyebrow raised.

“I love fish.”

“I would have thought you liked bread.” He moved his fork back and reached for another dish.

“Why would you think that?” She scooped some fish for her plate and added some to his while she waited for an answer. He only opened and closed his mouth, not sure of what to say and Y/N realized what he meant by it. “You mean because of my sister.”

He nodded, not sure if it was appropriate to talk about or if she even wanted to talk about it. He had never really asked her anything personal like this before and accidentally bringing it up now had his hands sweaty.

“You don’t have to talk about it.”

“It was a long time ago.” She shrugged. “You know, the first time I ever ate fish was the first time my sister decided she would become a baker.”

She paused her story to take a bite of her food and as soon as it hit her mouth, she was smiling. She closed her eyes while she chewed, a satisfied hum coming out and Levi only smiled at her, looking down as his food so she wouldn’t see.

“This is so good.” She opened her eyes. “Have you tasted it yet?”

He only nodded and took a sip of his drink.

“So anyway, I was maybe seven years old. My dad took us to a May Day festival in our town and there were so many vendors selling their food.” Levi watched her as she spoke, reliving the memory in front of him. “My dad loved bread. Loved bread. I have never seen anyone that loves bread as much as him.

“We always went to the same vendor to get bread, but the winter before, the baker passed away and we were so heartbroken. We found another vendor and bought so much, sitting at a fountain to eat it. The second we took a bite, we all looked at each other because it was so bad.”

She laughed and took a sip of her wine. Levi did the same.

“My brother was really small then, maybe one or two years old. My dad had given him some crust to suck on and he just cried.” She paused for a minute, smiling as she thought about them. “So anyway, we didn’t want to leave disappointed and the only vendor that was close by was selling fish so my dad went over and quickly bought some for us and that was pretty much it for me.”

She took another bite of her food, smiling at the flavor as much as she did the first bite.

“I had never tasted something so soft and buttery and warm. And fish just has this taste that no other food has.” She took another bite.

“I didn’t know that about you.” Levi smiled.

“That I liked fish?” She asked, looking confused.

“Your family,” he started, “you never talk about them.”

“There’s not really much to say, honestly.”

“But I… I like hearing it.” He admitted. She smiled at him. “So how did this May Day make your sister want to bake?”

“Oh, right.” She put her fork down. “So, after eating the bread and hating it and eating the fish, which I loved, but my sister hated. She vowed that she would become the best baker in Shinganshina so that everyone could have good bread. She was only 11, but she was kind of always dramatic.”

“Well if she’s the one that taught you how to make that bread you always make, I’d say she definitely achieved that.” He took a sip of his wine. “The bread? You liked it?” She asked excitedly.

“I actually really did.”

“I should make it again,” she said, “for you.”

“I’d like that.” He looked back down at his food, hoping she didn’t notice the blush on his cheeks.

Y/N could try as hard as she wanted, but she honestly couldn’t remember the last date she had been on. Not that she wanted to compare any of them to this one because this one would definitely knock the others out of the park.

She watched Levi eat his food. He was always so gentle with things, not like everyone else she’s met in the military. They almost always scarfed the food down quickly, moving on to the next thing that needed to get done, but Levi always took his time. His lips gently sliding the food off the fork, never making a mess.

It was amazing that she never noticed him until recently. What was she doing that in three whole years she never once looked at him in the way she looks at him now.

“You’re staring.” He stated without looking up.

“Yeah,” she said, dreamily, propping her head up on her elbow.

“Why are you staring?” He asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“Just wishing I was that fork.” She smiled and Levi started coughing, choking on the gulp of wine he just took.

She laughed at him, but started standing up to help him and he put his hand up to stop her, coughing it out himself. It took him a minute, but he finally stopped coughing, moving back to his food and pretending she didn’t say what she just said.

“Levi?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for this.”

He looked up at her and she was smiling that smile that always got him to smile back.

“It was my pleasure.”

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