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k-writesthings · 3 years

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The Fool Who Fights (Mike x Reader: Pirate AU)

Word Count: 3975

Warnings: Slight mention of blood, mention of puking, implied sexual content (still SFW)

As much as I didn’t want to be tying ropes at this late hour, I had to admit that the sea was truly breathtaking. It was a warm evening, the sun was just setting, and I had the perfect view from the largest mast as I fixed some faulty rigging. I wanted nothing more than to sit up there and watch the sun sink below the horizon, but unfortunately, I was a “pirate” and I had duties.

And just as I was about to finish those duties-

“Weigh anchor! Prep the sails! We have to reach the channel by midnight!”

The booming voice startled me, throwing my focus off and causing me to nearly topple over.

“Shit,” I swore softly, releasing the rough wood I hastily gripped in anticipation of falling. Great, now I have a splinter. The devilish wood chip was imbedded far into my palm, painfully protesting as I flexed my hand open and shut. My own jumpiness was really biting me in the tail. I did my best to ignore the slight throb from my hand and tugged the knot I had made one last time for good measure. Shimmying across the beam, I reached the netting and began the climb down to meet up with the loud, splinter-inducing Fleet Commander.

He stood on the upper deck, towering over every sailor that ran past him while preparing the ship. His green eyes scanned the progress, but always seemed to find their way back to me just long enough to cast a wary glance and look away.

Fleet Commander Mike Zacharias didn’t trust me, but fortunately, the feeling was mutual.

It wasn’t like I had signed up to be a part of his swashbuckling pirate party. No, quite the opposite happened. I was forced here by none other than Erwin the Egregious, famed leader of the ironically-named pirate clan The Wings of Freedom. He had “hired” me after I attempted to steal his gold rings that constantly adorned his fingers and a satchel of gold he was carrying as well. Ambitious, yes, but I was feeling lucky. As a talented pickpocket, I had usually made off with my bounty fairly easily. I overestimated my skill and underestimated how astute a rugged-looking pirate was.

Erwin caught me almost immediately, seeing right through my sweet-talking and seduction as I approached him in a shitty dive bar. Of course, I didn’t know that until he invited me into an alleyway behind the building and threatened to cut my fingers off if I didn’t give him his stuff back. At that point, I thought about making a break for it, but as soon as a dagger was to my throat, I dug through my pockets to return his goods. When he didn’t drop the dagger, I panicked, thinking he was gonna slit my throat and leave me to bleed out.

But instead Erwin offered me a job.

A place on one of his ships, under one of his right-hand men. I’d talk to royal sailors we planned to rob, making myself look like a noblewoman captured by rogue-ish scallywags. When they eventually bargained for my release, his men would board their ship and take their riches by force. In exchange, he’d let me live, give me my own room aboard one of his ships, and offer a purpose for my “dull, cowardly existence” as he put it. I would’ve accepted regardless of if he had a blade pressed to my jugular, but the threat of death made me answer quickly. Erwin dropped the dagger and smiled, offering a large hand for me to shake.

I was in.

Not a week later, I moved my little amount of belongings onto Fleet Commander Mike’s ship. Erwin had originally given me an option between him, Fleet Commander Hange, and Captain Levi (who led a small flotilla that did special jobs for Erwin). After meeting both Hange and Levi, I decided Mike was the least intimidating and opted to join his fleet.

At first, I mostly did charting under close inspection by a fellow sailor named Nanaba, but slowly Mike “trusted” me with harder tasks like checking rigging, fixing sails, and sometimes even steering the large ship. Even though I had been hired to trick royal sailors, I was starting to like being a pirate. It was freeing; the sea air filling my lungs, and the salty wind stinging my eyes. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, something I hadn’t experienced before. It was nice.

What wasn’t nice was the splinter in my hand.

I was pretty annoyed about it as I climbed onto the upper deck and walked towards Mike, who still had his eyes trained on me. He stood up a bit straighter as I approached, as if he needed to be any taller. With a quick inhale through his nose, he gestured for me to follow him into his office. I did, keeping pace with his long strides as best I could without looking strange. The large door swung open and he stepped inside, waiting for me to do the same before he swung the door closed behind me.

“Are we any closer to the Odetta yet?” I asked, knowing exactly why he called me in here.

“Yes, we should be there in a couple hours. Are you ready?” Mike confirmed, walking behind his desk and checking over some supply reports that Captain Levi had stolen to help us pull off this robbery.

“I am. Can’t be too hard, right? Fooling a bunch of rich, horny bastards?” I joked, trying to get the stoic commander to crack a smile. Of course, he smiled, even laughed, in the company of his friends. I had seen it many times with Nanaba, Hange, and even Levi (who didn’t smile or laugh, ever) in the month I’d been a part of the clan.

But he didn’t smile at my words, or even look up from his reports. The only indication I got that he even heard me was a grunt and the words, “Need any help getting into that outfit Hange gave you?”

“No… I’ll be alright. I can cinch a corset myself.”

“Well, go do that. Make yourself look as much like a kidnapped noblewoman as possible.” The way he said it sounded like the end of the conversation, and I began to wonder why he even brought me in here in the first place.

“Aye, aye, commander.” I saluted sarcastically, which he didn’t see with his nose in the reports, and began to make my way back to my room.

So… the job did not go according to plan. The royal sailors on the Odetta never saw through my act, but they were smart enough to realize that the pirates boarding their ship did not plan on bartering for me. They refused to hand over any of their gold, and when Mike decided to go over to talk some sense into them, they pulled out guns.

Oh shit, we did not plan on them having guns. I thought frantically, quickly freeing myself from the loose ropes that had “bound” me to a mast. Running to the side of the ship, I tried to see everything happening on the Odetta. Mike had his hands up and he was speaking calmly, but he was too far away for me to make out any words. But I did see that he was buying time. As he spoke, many of our sailors crept back across the planks of wood they used to board the noble ship in the first place.

Among them was Nanaba, who had climbed back first. As soon as she reached our deck, she gestured to two other sailors, Lynne and Gelgar, and then to the row of cannons lining the ship’s perimeter. I understood the order, but not the intention. Were we going to sink the ship? The ship that had our reserve on it? I watched as Lynne and Gelgar made short work of setting up the cannons and aiming them for the Odetta. Nanaba stood behind them with her back turned to me. But as if she could feel me watching her, she turned around and met my eyes.

“You know how to shoot a cannon?” She asked, crossing her arms. Fuck.

“Uh, no, not exactly. I could learn though.” I hoped my answer would suffice. I did want to help, and maybe this was the right way to do that.

“Good, get over here.” I did, quickly joining her behind the rows of cannons. “These are all loaded.” She started to explain. “It’s a simple process, really. You just aim for the other ship, light this,” Nanaba grabbed a rope protruding from the back of the cannon. “And stand back. It’ll fire on it’s own, but you don’t want to be near it when it does. When you aim, go about halfway down the hull. We need to have enough time to collect the money and get everyone off the ship before she goes down, but if we hit too low, we won’t have time to do that.” As she finished, she turned back to me. “Got it?”

I ran through the process once again in my head. “Yes, I got it.”

She nodded. “Don’t shoot unless Mike gives the order. He’ll raise and lower his left hand twice if he wants us to fire.” And with that, I was in charge of a death machine.

Turning my attention back to the confrontation happening on the Odetta’s deck, I watched Mike’s hands carefully. They were still above his head, and he was slowly backing up towards his escape route. Now, he was the only one from our ship over there, and I didn’t understand how he was planning on getting the gold and leaving with his life. It really seemed like one would prevent the other from happening. But if I had learned anything about Mike in these past weeks, it was that he was persistent, brave, and confident almost to a fault. It would be attractive in any situation besides a life-or-death one.

And these noble scumbags weren’t letting up.

They continued to advance on Mike, even as he was retreating, seemingly issuing apologies, and weaponless. Their guns were held in defense, trained on his figure as he finally made it to the planks. Showing off a bit, he walked back across, hands still up. I caught a few words he said to them as he walked back.

“Sorry, fellas! Won’t happen again, our mistake entirely!”

Alright, he has to have a plan. What’s his plan? The situation seemed increasingly hopeless as the noble men began to dislodge our only way across to their deck. Mike was still walking across, and their guns were still trained on him. What are they-

Oh. Oh, no.

“Mike, run!” I screamed, grasping the end of the rope leading to the cannon, striking a match, and lighting it up. He looked back at me, confused, before realizing what I was doing. I jumped back while he ran as fast as possible without falling off the planks.

Two different booms rang out at once. A gunshot and cannon fire.

The massive lead ball shot out of the barrel of the cannon, flew towards the Odetta, and hit her dead center. It was so structurally damaging that the ship immediately cracked and began to take on water. The impact had also knocked the planks off, and for a moment I thought I killed Mike. But Nanaba had grabbed his hand and threw his entire weight behind her and onto the deck, saving him from an impromptu watery end.

So, down went the Odetta, down went the treasure, and-

“(Y/N), what did you do?”

-down went my life.

Mike was cradling his left bicep as he walked towards me, which was slowly dripping crimson blood. I would’ve reached out and tried to help his injury if he wasn’t so visibly angry at me. His entire face looked like the beginning of a massive thunderstorm, telling me, in no uncertain terms, that he was absolutely furious.

“Mike, wait, let me explain!” I began, but he silenced me with one massive palm held out in front of him.

“That was our funds for the next three months. Because of you, it’ll be at the bottom of the ocean in about an hour. What on God’s green earth were you thinking?” Mike asked, his voice still calm and level, his emotion only portrayed by his face.

“They were going to shoot you! I couldn’t let them do that!” I fired back, feeling my face flush as I realized everyone was watching our exchange.

“That wasn’t a decision for you to make. You are not the captain of this vessel.” He sighed, wincing slightly as he shifted his arm in order to pinch the bridge of his nose. “25 lashings with the Rope’s End.”

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded. I saved him. I saved him, and this is what he had to say to me? “You would be dead if it wasn’t for me! And you’re going to lash me?”

“We will reconvene on the upper deck in half an hour, where (Y/N) (L/N) will receive her punishment.” Mike didn’t meet my eye as he delivered his “ruling”. The crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, Mike included.

Before he could get very far, I called to him. “Wait!” He turned around. But I didn’t have anything to say to him. Gathering as much dignity as I could, I ran past him and into my quarters with tears stinging my eyes.

I was bad with pain. I always had been. Even splinters, like the one I got earlier, had bugged me immensely. Being flogged would likely be the death of me. Whether it be from pain or embarrassment, the Grim Reaper was knocking on my door.

Okay, I was being dramatic.

The Rope’s End wasn’t the worst flogging tool, not by a long shot. It was short and only had one tail, which wasn’t even knotted. While, yes, it would hurt and I’d likely be sore for days, I would not bleed or pass out from the pain. It wasn’t the Cat O’ Nine Tails, which absolutely would make you bleed. That was a small kindness, at least.

I had just begun my climb to the upper deck when the nausea hit. Luckily, I had eaten very little today, but that didn’t stop the rising bile in the back of my throat. Oh, I really shouldn’t have shot that cannon. But then where would we be as a captain-less vessel? Erwin would be mad, he would probably take his anger and grief out on this crew. We would probably be split up among Hange and Levi’s crew, some of us even let go or killed to keep us from talking about our previous career as bloodthirsty pirates. No, I had made the right decision. I saved Mike, and I would be tough and take my punishment. If that meant he stayed alive, so be it.

Steeling myself completely, I stepped onto the deck. The crew had gathered in a circle around Mike, who had a bandage around his wound and a whip in his hand. A path cleared for me as I approached him. As I reached the inside of the circle, Mike grabbed my hands and tied them above my head by a hanging rope attached to the sail. Nanaba was suddenly by my side as well, and she lifted and secured my loose blouse to expose my back (thankfully, she was careful to leave me my decency by covering my chest). She left me once again, and I was alone as the center of attention.

I was surprised when Mike started to speak as he disappeared behind me. “A real pirate is fierce, strong, loyal, and brave. They can take a couple lashings with a whip and survive. They are not scared in the face of death. I take pride in delivering this punishment, as there is no doubt in my mind that (Y/N) has every one of the traits needed to be a good pirate. In her time here, I have seen her grow from a common thief to a real lady of the sea. I’m proud to call her my crewmate and subordinate. She will take these 25 lashings like a woman, only to become stronger and fiercer. Now,” Pain suddenly sliced across my back, stinging badly even before the crack of the whip reached my ears. The surprised cry ripped from my throat seemed to echo ominously back at me. “One.”

“Two.” This isn’t too bad.

“Three.” I can do this.

“Ten.” Everything is blurry.

“Fifteen.” There go my knees.

“Twenty.” The nausea is back.

“Twenty-five.”

I was released from the ropes, but instead of standing tall like I had originally planned, I collapsed to the ground. My vision was swimming, I couldn’t think through the stabbing pain in my back. I reached a hand around my own waist as I felt something warm dribble down my back. My fingertips were covered in my own blood when I looked at them. That was the final straw, and all of the acidic vomit from earlier pushed its way out of my insides on up onto the deck.

I sat panting for a couple moments until I had enough strength to stand. Everyone was still watching me, their faces probably paler than mine in that moment. I looked to Mike as I wiped my mouth, who approached me and took my hand, raising it above my head.

Cheers went up immediately, praises being thrown into the air. I wanted to smile, but I was in such pain that I probably only managed a grimace. This wasn’t the typical reaction, seeing as every one of these men and women around me has probably been flogged at least once. But I hadn’t, and I was not as accustomed to the ways of the sea as they were. So, the support felt nice, even if it was maybe a bit overzealous.

Eventually, it died down and the crew went about their work. Mike was still holding my hand, though not above my head anymore. I looked at him, only to see his emerald eyes trained on me already. Meeting his stony gaze, I tried to decipher what he was thinking. His features didn’t betray him this time. Instead, he tugged me across the deck and into a room that I didn’t recognize. It was larger than any other room I had been in besides the mess hall, with a small desk, an attached wash room, a massive bed, and a closet.

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize it was Mike’s quarters.

“Sit on the bed.” He mumbled after closing the door behind us. I did, wincing slightly as I lowered my body to the mattress. Mike retrieved a wet rag from his washroom and moved to sit behind me. The calloused hands on my sensitive and bleeding back made me jump, but the warmth from the rag calmed me again. “I’m sorry…” He whispered softly, his breath tickling the back of my neck slightly.

“It’s alright, I understand why it happened. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you. You had a plan and I ruined it.” I replied, running my hands down the fabric on my thighs to keep my mind off of the gentle hands on my back.

“No, it’s not alright. I-,” He sighed heavily, pausing the gentle touches to my back. “I didn’t actually have a plan. I didn’t know how we were going to get the money off the Odetta, and I didn’t know I was about to die. If you hadn’t shot that cannon, I would be dead right now.” My eyes widened at this, and despite the pain in my back, I turned around to face him.

“You mean…”

“I lashed you for being a hero, just to save face. If people don’t respect me as their superior, we may have an uprising and they could attempt to overthrow Erwin. I know it doesn’t make up for what I did to you, but… I did it for the good of our Regiment.” Mike’s eyes were trained on his hands, which still held the bloody rag he had been cleaning my back with.

All of this… to save The Wings of Freedom? He was so loyal, almost to a fault. Even this, which clearly went against his moral code, was not too far for him if it meant he saved his comrades from a theoretical uprising. And, though I should’ve been furious, I could not muster the emotion for it. Instead, I looked at this massive man sitting beside me looking like a kicked puppy and felt sorry for him.

“Hey,” I cooed, reaching to cup his cheek and bring his eyes to mine. “I don’t hold it against you. You acted for the same reason I did, to save someone you respect. That’s loyalty, and didn’t you say that was one of the qualities of a good pirate? Fleet Commander Mike, you are a great pirate and the bravest man I’ve ever met. You’re so brave you didn’t even realize you were in danger. And I appreciate you. You put me in my place, and everyone with an ego as big as mine needs that sometimes. Thank you.” As I finished speaking, I was surprised to find Mike’s eyes began to shine with tears. I was at a slight loss for words, but before I could say anything else, Mike leaned forward.

His lips touched mine softly at first, as if he was asking if it was okay. My whole face exploded in heat, but I pushed through my flushed daze and pressed my lips back firmly against his. My hand, which was still on his cheek, was slowly becoming wet with his tears and I brought my other one up to join it. My thumbs rubbed his tears away as we continued kissing, only breaking away for a moment to catch our breath and smile at each other before reattaching our lips.

At some point, his tongue found its way to the entrance of my mouth, prodding slightly before I parted my lips and let him in. I shivered as he grazed his teeth with my own, and, in a surge of sudden dominance (and maybe fear of laying on my back), I pushed him down and straddled his waist. His muscled arms wrapped around my lower waist (below the wounds) and pulled me down so I lay on top of his chest. From there, his lips left mine and he began kissing down my jaw and eventually reached my neck, quickly finding a particularly nice spot just below my ear that made me gasp. Mike paid extra special attention to that spot, rolling the skin between his teeth and kissing it in a way that sent spikes of pleasure through me. Jesus, he is good at this...

Why didn’t we do this sooner?

By the time we were finally done exploring each other with our tongues, the sun outside had completely set, leaving us tangled together on Mike’s bad, bathed in candlelight. He had bandaged my back up for me and was laying under me in just his briefs, leaving me in one of his nightshirt with my hair splayed out across his chest. He traced small shapes on my shoulder and hummed, which sent pleasant vibrations through me and kept time with his heartbeat.

As his breathing slowed, I knew he had fallen asleep. I snuggled further under the covers and closer against him, letting the rock of the sea lull me to sleep.

The fool who fights always comes out on top, hmm?

(Hello, all! I am alive! It’s been almost a month, I am so sorry. This was a request from over on AO3 from a super dedicated reader of mine. They are amazing, I wonder if they have Tumblr? Anyway, I love Mike and it is my firm belief that he deserved better, no questions asked. This was super interesting to write. I won’t tell you how much I know about pirates now, because it isn’t even funny.

I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the continued support!)

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Sparring (Levi x Reader)

Warnings: SFW-ish (Implied sex scene and mentions of the Devil’s Tango), cussing

Word Count: 2600 (What a satisfying number...)

“Jean, keep your arms up! Be ready to fight back. Eren, go for it!” I shouted over the grunts and cursing filling the training grounds. It was the tail end of our group sparring session. The sun glowed orange, hanging low in the sky. Small whispers of wind brushed across my shoulders, and a certain smell of grass and honeysuckle floated in the air. It was a gorgeous evening, and the perfect start to our monthly weekend off. All we had to do was finish this session, and then Levi and I would be free to have our alone time.

I longed for that rare time I had Levi all to myself. Usually, he was all work, all the time. He’d even work straight through his days off if I wasn’t there to remind him to relax. But I could see his demeanor change when he knew he could save his work for another time. He was more care-free, more spontaneously romantic, and even playful sometimes. Just imagining his adorable little smile, the kind he’d only show me, made my cheeks flush and my heart start to beat faster. I’d get that and more in just a couple hours.

I just had to finish this session.

“Ow! Jean! No head shots, I don’t need a concussion right now!” Eren yelled, dodging a close swing at his head from Jean, who scoffed at his complaint.

“Oh come on, Eren! You heal from worse in a matter of hours. How about you stop being a baby and come at me, shortie!” Jean taunted back, throwing his arms wide to further antagonize the hot-headed Titan-Shifter he was fighting. We hardly ever let these two fight. They were always overly aggressive and deviated from the exercise, often throwing dirt into each other’s eyes or making an unfair pass at the other’s crotch. Usually when it got that bad, Levi stepped in. Sometimes I even got involved, especially when Eren was far too angry. Jean didn’t heal like a Titan-Shifter, so those were the times we had to get him out of there.

Fortunately, neither had thrown any dirty blows, yet. But that didn’t stop Levi.

“Oi! Enough! Don’t make me come in there and kick your asses again.” He barked, prowling out of the barn where he was checking on the horses and coming to stand next to me. I smiled softly as I took in his perfect side profile. Levi looked especially handsome in the warm golden light, his inky black hair hanging in his eyes. But no matter how much I wanted to kiss him, he was very firm on his rules on public affection, especially while he was on “duty”. So I settled for reaching out and interlacing my pinky with his. He didn’t smile, but he did glance at me with a softened gaze. And that was enough for me.

Eren and Jean were still bickering as they finished their sparring, thankfully without any foul play. As they left the field, relief washed over my body. Finally, I could be alone with my lover. Levi fully grasped my hand, ready to yank me away. But before he could, a voice stopped us.

“Hey Captain! Corporal!” We both turned towards the voice. Connie was running towards us. He came to a skidding halt before us, smiled goofily and said, “You two should spar!”

A grin split across my face. As much as I wanted to get Levi alone, sparring could be fun. We haven’t done something like that since before the 104th joined the Scouts, and I wanted to see if I had even a sliver of a chance against him.

“No.” Levi told him firmly, trying to tug me away again.

“C’mon! We’ve never seen either of you spar before.” Connie insisted.

“You’ve seen us both take out Titans before. Sparring is much less exciting, trust me.” Levi was beginning to get annoyed, I could see it in his eyes.

“Levi,” I said as he turned to face me with that steely gaze of his. “It could be fun. It’s nothing serious.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? I’d like to see you try.” I challenged, punching him in the shoulder and shedding my long forest green military overcoat. Levi did the same and followed me to the sparring grounds.

The dispersing Scouts had gathered around again, pressing against the fence in preparation for the highly anticipated fight. I wasn’t entirely sure why this was such a big deal when we had fought Titans by the dozens, like Levi said, but I was willing to play along. We so rarely had dumb fun, it seemed like a great way to blow off some steam. And, it was a good excuse for Levi to touch me in public.

Levi stood in front of me, cravat gone, and got into his stance. “Ready?”

I copied him, smiling slightly. “Bring it on, Captain.”

Levi simply rolled his eyes and advanced on me, throwing a punch at my right shoulder, which I easily blocked. While his arm was extended from the punch, I used my angle to bring my left leg to land a kick to his side. He was caught off guard for a split second as the blow knocked him back, but quickly recovered. I caught his eyes as he squared up for another attack. They were sharp, dangerous even. His grey irises caught the light of the setting sun, causing them to flash threateningly. He paced slightly as he studied me. I felt like prey being stalked by a wild cat, every movement of mine charted, analyzed, and worked into how best to take me out. I must say, even I was scared of this predator. Luckily, I often found myself in his good graces, but I finally understood how Levi Ackerman looked to his enemies. And it was terrifying.

Levi rounded on me again, getting low to the ground, seemingly to sweep my feet out from under me. I backed up quickly, and aimed another kick for his shoulders, which were at the height of my hips. I had planned on knocking him over and pinning him that way, but of course nothing is that easy with Levi.

I realized he was faking me out just a second too late.

He caught my leg as I kicked, using the awkwardly balanced form of a ruined kick to throw my body to the ground chest first. I hit the dirt hard. Dust filled my mouth and eyes, but when I tried to cough, nothing happened. Panic rose in my stomach as I realized no oxygen was entering my body. The wind had been knocked from my lungs when that ass threw me. And now I couldn’t breathe. Tears began to stream down my face and my desperate hands flew to my throat. The sound of dry gasps filled my ears, only worsening my alarm. I knew I wasn’t going to suffocate, but that knowledge did nothing to help my paralyzed lungs start working again.

A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back as I continued trying to inflate my stupid fucking lungs. Levi stared down at me with concern bright in his eyes.

“(Y/N), don’t be aggressive with it. Try to draw breath slowly.” He told me, the calm tone of his voice a vast difference from the look on his face. I listened, trying to mimic the feeling of taking a deep breath. Suddenly, fresh oxygen flooded into my body, and I took gulping lungfuls as Levi massaged my ribs, just where my lungs would be. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, you asshole. You didn’t need to throw me that hard.” I responded, chuckling slightly to show him I wasn’t mad. “My mistake for trying to spar you.”

All at once, I realized the rest of the scouts were still watching us. I sat up with Levi’s help as he waved them away, telling them to go to dinner and enjoy their weekend. Jean and Connie stuck around for a bit longer, just to make sure I was okay. I told them I was and thanked them for their concern with a hug. I could tell neither had been hugged in a while when they stiffened beneath my touch before melting into the hug. Connie had tears in his eyes when I pulled away, and Jean looked rather sad as well. They didn’t say much after that and bid me and Levi a good night.

“Why’d you do that?” Levi asked as soon as the younger men were out of sight.

“They looked like they needed a hug.” I shrugged, clasping my hand in his and beginning our walk towards the Mess Hall.

We ended up getting back to our shared quarters about an hour later. The Mess Hall was relatively empty, likely due to most soldiers returning home for the weekend. Levi and I tried to eat quickly, but ended up talking to both Hange and Erwin. Hange wanted to know where Eren was going to be for the weekend, and that earned her a sharp glare and some choice words from Levi, basically telling her not to bug the poor kid on his weekend off. She simply smiled and left in a hurry. Next, Erwin wanted to talk to Levi about something regarding reports on some of the 104th recruits. He decided to fully explain his thought process before apologizing and telling Levi that he didn’t “need to think about that until Monday”. Which only set Levi on edge when we were supposed to be enjoying our time off. I practically had to drag him back to our room so he wouldn’t go ask Erwin for further details on the reports.

And then he sat at his desk and looked over reports anyway.

“Levi,” I called from our bedroom, where I was currently getting ready to sleep. “Come to bed. The reports can wait.”

“In a second…” He murmured back, obviously not listening to anything I was saying. I huffed and rolled my eyes. Some start to our weekend off…

Then, I got an idea. One that was sure to get him to pay attention to me.

Trying to hide my intentions, I walked back into the office area where Levi was sitting at his desk. He was scanning over a document that I didn’t particularly care to identify as I glided behind him. I ran my hands from the tops of his shoulders down to his chest, where I traced shapes. My mouth ended up ghosting along his jaw, leaving small kisses or the occasional nip as I followed his sharp bone structure. Under my touch, I felt him tense slightly, trying to stay focused on the work he shouldn’t be doing.

“Levi…” I breathed into his ear once I finished my attack on his jaw. “Worry about this on Monday, I think I need to get an apology for how badly you beat me earlier.” I smirked and untangled myself from him, hoping he believed what I wanted him to. “I’ll be in bed.” I told him, sauntering around the corner once again.

I had only just sat on the bed when Levi walked into the room. His cheeks were flushed and he looked focused, just not on his reports. I knew my words and actions had done the trick. He threw me a predatory glance (not unlike I had seen on the sparring field earlier) and turned around to begin removing his work clothes rather slowly, allowing me a bit of a show.

Stepping into some sweatpants, he flexed the rippling muscles on his back, no doubt to really get me in “the mood”. But I knew my objective and had to see it through without distractions, just like the good soldier I was trained to be.

I launched my assault just before he turned around.

“What the-” He began as I wrapped my arms around his waist, but was quickly cut off when I threw our combined weight backwards onto the bed. I quickly flipped us so I was straddling him. It goes without saying that he was pissed.

“Hi, baby.” I purred, grappling against him as he tried to throw me off of his hips.

“(Y/N), what the fuck?” Levi growled, his blush completely gone. I gripped his wrists where his fingertips were digging into my hips. He had stopped fighting back, and was now glowering up at me with his beautiful eyes.

“I just wanted payback for earlier, you know, when you threw me so hard I couldn’t breathe.” I tore his hands from my hips and attempted to push them up and over his head. He didn’t let me. “Figured I would pin you and make it all better, but it seems that I’ve bruised your fragile ego.”

He let out an annoyed sigh. “I apologized for that, and you didn’t bruise anything, shithead.”

“Ooh, toilet humor already? Why, Levi, you flatter me!”

“Get off of me, you behemoth.”

I giggled, stretching out on top of him and touching our noses together. ��Hmm… No, I don’t think I will. If you’re just going to lay there, why shouldn’t I make myself comfy too?”

He leaned his chin up and nipped at my lower lip. “You get up now, and I will still sleep with you tonight. Otherwise, no sex for a week.” Empty threats now, huh?

“That’s okay, I wasn’t in the mood anyway. I was just looking to get you all horned up so I could tease you like this.”

Levi’s eye twitched and he finally snapped. With a growl, he threw me off of him and was back above me in a flash.

“Fine, you want to pin me? Go for it.” He uttered, hot breath against my neck and chest as he peppered kisses along my skin. He was trying to get me in the mood.

But I had expected this and would not be persuaded to give in.

I pulled my wrists from his reach and snaked them around his torso, pulling his chest down towards me. Two could play at this game. I also started sucking and biting at his throat, quickly finding the one spot below his Adam’s apple that makes him very vocal. The soft groans began to pour out of him, and soon enough he pulled back.

“That’s cheating, you can’t just-,” I cut him off with my lips, sitting up to connect our them and roll him onto his back from where he was straddling me. Levi grunted into the kiss, wrapping his legs around mine and holding my arms to my sides. He held me fast, and at first I thought he was being cute. But he held me roughly, like a captor. I broke the kiss and sighed, realizing my predicament.

I was completely incapacitated and he won again.

“I hate that you can do this to me.” I grumbled, resting my head against his bare chest. He chuckled, which made me smile.

“Maybe we should spar more often.”

“Maybe I should learn how to tie a good knot.”

“You are NOT tying me up.”

“We’ll see…”

My limbs were released and I was yanked up to his eye level. Levi gave me his best “you better fucking not” scowl and I simply pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Now,” My leg nestled it’s way into between his. “What was this about sleeping with me?”

( Hi, so I haven’t posted anything in a week. I am so sorry. And on top of that this was completely unrequested. Uhmmmm... wow, I’m awful. I do have a request that has been sitting in my inbox that I’m going to get out before Halloween, and then a couple others I want out before Thanksgiving. I can and will do it, trust me! Anyway, I hope everyone has a great Halloween! Thank you for the wonderful support, I love you all!!)

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fluffy #self indulgence at its finest #also a bit of a social experiment because I think Levi x Reader will always get more notes lmao

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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Exposing myself more! I was tagged by @lonelypalmtree , thank you friend! This is going to be fun! 💜

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Angst is my crack. I love it. Give me it all. Same with dystopian anything. Making characters suffer is so fun.

But I also like some good fluff, especially if it’s canon-compliant fluff. Fix-it fics hold a special place in my heart, but there’s nothing like caring for your fav traumatized babies with some good old fashioned cuddling.

Another thing I think gets glossed over is Kid! fics. Seriously, there is so much you can do with it. Want an adorable mom and child scene? Say no more, I’m already on it. Want a ratty violent brat making friends with a genius brat? I’m there, 100%. (I’ve been writing kid fics for Levi, Hange, and Erwin and I may post them at some point)

(I also have awful baby fever atm, so we may get some Parent! Veterans soon. I don’t make the rules.)

Okay, I feel like my guts have been thoroughly spilled, so I’m going to tag @jour-de-printemps , @casualgnome , and @leviackermanyo !!!

#of course #feel free to do this #everyone is welcome

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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Moblit x Reader: Heartbeat

This was requested by @lonelypalmtree !!

Also, I’m playing around with different formats for my one-shots because I can’t decide how I want them to look, I apologize if it’s jarring to look at.

Warnings: The reader’s character is kind of an asshole to the 104th kids (I didn’t mean for this to happen, but it did??)

**Also I should probably specify that Hange uses she/her pronouns when I write for her unless specifically noted otherwise

Word count: 2194

It’s funny how quickly life can change. It could be the best, most victorious day ever, and then thirty seconds later everything goes to shit.

That’s what the last two days seemed like to (Y/N), at least.

First, it was Utgard Castle, where she had been the only survivor of Squad Mike. She lost all her closest comrades, and as far as she knew, Squad Leader Mike as well. But the rest of the Scouts came to the rescue, cutting down the offending Titans in a frantic flurry of blades and steaming blood. It was where she reunited with Moblit, her longtime partner. They made it back to Wall Rose before the next surprise came in the form of the Armoured and Colossal Titan hiding within the ranks of the Survey Corps.

“C’mon Eren! Tear the bastard’s head off!” (Y/N) screamed, her voice in perfect harmony with the similar sentiments being volleyed at the grappling Titans below them. The Scouts had descended down the wall, hanging from their hooks as they cheered Eren on. As sick as it may sound, she enjoyed this sight. This was justice.

These kids, no, these devils were responsible for the deaths of thousands. They deserved to get their heads ripped off a hundred times over, but once would do if Eren managed to kill Reiner in the process. And from the looks of the splintering shell on the Armoured Titan’s back, I’d say he is about to succeed. Eren’s Titan had Reiner’s in a tight hold, and it was clear Reiner knew he was done for. He even quit struggling.

Eren’s got him! (Y/N) thought, a small ghost of a smile being pulled to her lips, despite all she’d seen in that last 24 hours. She tossed a glance over to Moblit, who was by Hange’s side (as always). His face was calm, but even from her distance, she could see the fire in his eyes. It was the same intelligent, calculating burn that drew her in so long ago. Honestly, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to go over there, kiss him, hold him close to her, and feel safe. That wasn’t appropriate, of course. They were under strict orders (from Big Boss Eyebrows) to keep their relationship professional while in the field, and so far they hadn’t slipped up in that area. But it didn’t stop (Y/N) from appreciating her lover thoroughly from afar. And she planned on showing him just how much she missed him as soon as they got back, no matter how much she was grieving the loss of her squad.

She was pulled from her rather unprofessional thoughts by an ear-splitting roar, followed by-

“Above you! Look out!”

(Y/N) had just enough time to see the decomposing Colossal Titan plummeting towards the two Titans before a whip of singeing steam hit the Scouts on the wall like a racehorse. Eyes squeezed shut, she yanked her cloak over her face and turned to face the wall in an attempt to avoid breathing in the burning steam. The gust of steam whipped her hair around, and she could feel the telltale burning on the back of her head. Screams of pain echoed out around her, and the thud of Titan-sized footfalls told her that the Armoured and Colossal were getting away, likely with Eren in tow. And while she wanted to stop them, her face and lungs felt like they were on fire, which prevented her from doing much of anything except press herself against the wall and breathe slowly.

As the steam dissipated (mostly pouring out of the three Titan bodies as they disappeared), (Y/N) dared to turn around and look for her fellow Scouts on the wall. The skin on her cheeks felt white-hot, as did her throat. It was likely she had a first degree steam burn on her face, and she was pretty far away from the Colossal as it fell. Hange and Moblit were much closer and likely much worse off than she was, especially given that the jet of steam was probably enough to knock them back. She felt her chest tighten as her eyes scanned for them.

Her eyes found multiple other soldiers before her gaze landed on their familiar faces. Two Garrison soldiers were carrying them up the wall on ODM Gear.

They were both entirely unconscious.

“Scout, you alright?” A voice called down to her from a ways above her. He was a blond Garrison soldier, and she believed his name was Hannes.

“Yes.” Her voice was raspy from the burns in her throat. “I’m alright.”

“Great, take this one.” He gestured down to the girl in his arms. She was a new recruit, friends with Eren, named Mikasa. “Her friend is up there, a small kid named Armin.”

(Y/N) unhooked and scaled the wall until she was up next to Hannes. He handed her Mikasa’s unconscious body and nodded curtly before going to help get other Scouts still dangling from their gear like an old button dangles from a shirt.

Great. All I wanted to do was find Moblit and make sure he was alright. Now I’m stuck being a pack animal? (Y/N) thought, scoffing slightly as she repositioned Mikasa so her head was resting against (Y/N)’s sternum (which was awkward given she had to work around her ODM Gear). Mikasa was also oddly heavy for a girl of her age, making the older woman strain a bit against the weight as she shot her hooks to the top of the wall.

She landed heavily, right in front of a small blonde boy.

“You Armin?” She asked quickly, trying to seem concerned when all she really cared about was whether or not Moblit was okay. The boy looked at her with large, blue eyes (that seemed rather fraught with terror), nodded, and asked, “Will she be alright?”

“Yeah, just a concussion, most likely. Don’t worry, kid.” She told him, setting Mikasa down gently before she took off to look for the man she loved.

(Y/N) found them not thirty seconds later as they were being carried into a line with the rest of the wounded. Some Garrison soldiers were walking away from them and gave her a short analysis of their burns and possible concussions. Nothing life-threatening, they said. But, as (Y/N) approached them and the full extent of their injuries were revealed, her heart still dropped. Hange was much worse off, her face covered in angry, red steam burns. She also had a bad bump on her head, where she seemed to have hit it when the hot air blew her back against the wall. Moblit, on the other hand, was far less burned, but he also hit his head when the Colossal fell.

And while they both were breathing and would likely recover, (Y/N) couldn’t help but blanch and feel her pain fester as she looked at their faces.

She approached the two carefully and sat down next to Moblit, grasping his warm hand in her own. Though she should’ve been concerned about his burns, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice he was still just as attractive as he had been, maybe just a little more red and scuffed up. His usually perfect hair was a complete mess, which made the equally messy woman smile and run a hand through it affectionately. She really didn’t care if people saw her with Moblit. After the day she had, Erwin could go fuck himself if she got reported and he decided to write her up.

She stroked his hair, trailed her hand down to the back of his neck, and let her hand come to rest on his chest. The muscles under his shirt flexed involuntarily as (Y/N) attempted to find his heartbeat. There had been many nights when she had woken up panic-stricken from a nightmare; sweating; breathing heavily; crying. And the first time this happened in front of Moblit, he pulled her shaken body to his chest, placed her ear over his heart, and traced shapes on her back until she calmed down enough to go back to sleep. His heartbeat was like a drug for her, calming her when she was at her worst. And even if she couldn’t be pulled into his arms she could feel the steady thrum of his heart.

But, just as she found the rhythm, Moblit’s eyelids began to flutter and raise just a bit.

“Moblit?” (Y/N) whispered, her hand coming up to cup his face carefully, avoiding the raw, burnt flesh. Moblit’s hazel eyes met hers and suddenly lit up in recognition.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was just as raspy as hers, and he tried to sit up to embrace her. She kept a hand on his chest to keep him from moving and disturbing his head.

“Don’t sit up. You hit your head pretty hard.” (Y/N) soothed him like she would a small child. Moblit frowned at the rejection before he realized what she said.

“Wait- hit my head? What happened?” He asked her.

She explained to him as best she could, squeezing his hand that was still clasped in hers. “...And Hange is still out. We don’t know the full extent of her injuries, but she’s doing worse than you.”

“Hange…?” Moblit’s face fell as he glanced over and saw Hange’s body next to his own.

“Hey,” (Y/N) directed his attention back to her. “She’ll be fine. There’s no internal bleeding that they could see. We sent a team ahead to get supplies and organize for the badly injured to go back to Trost. The rest of us are going after Eren. But for now,” She leaned just over his face as he looked up at her with wide eyes. Her voice dropped back down to a whisper and she murmured, “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Their lips connected slowly, gently. Like they were scared to break the other. But, gradually the kiss grew more passionate and aggressive as their bottled emotions exploded forth. (Y/N) could practically taste the pain, relief, and heartache on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. She laid down on his chest, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. Her hands found their way into his hair, nails scratching the skin just behind his ears. His hands roamed her back and eventually made their way to her face. He attempted to grip her face like he usually did during one of their make-out sessions, but the fresh burns on her face screamed in protest against the rough skin of his palms, causing her to grunt and pull away quickly.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Moblit asked, propping himself up on his elbows. The sudden change in the elevation of his head caused him to grunt as well. (Y/N) sprung forward, cheeks still stinging, and helped him lower himself back down. “Thanks,” he groaned. “But seriously, are you hurt?”

She chuckled a bit and stroked his forehead. “Yes, I was burnt, it’s nothing you did. My cheeks are still tender, that’s all.”

“Ah, well, I’m sorry for not realizing. I’ll be more careful next-,” She accepted his apology by pressing her lips against his again. Her lover smiled into the kiss and opted to tangle his hands in her hair this time.

It was as if they weren’t on the wall, for a moment. They were somewhere secluded, warm, dark, and safe. Death and danger were far away from them, and so was-

“Haha! I’ve never seen you two do this on the field before!”

Hange.

(Y/N) broke away from Moblit and tossed an annoyed look to the crazy woman as she watched them. “Glad to see you’re awake, Hange.” She grumbled.

“I am awake! And I feel like shit.” Hange confirmed, cradling her head with an equally burnt hand.

“I’m not surprised. After the Colossal fell, it released such a strong jet of steam that it scorched all of the Scouts on the wall.” Moblit told her, turning his head away from (Y/N).

Hange simply groaned in acknowledgement and closed her eyes, seemingly falling asleep to escape her pain.

“What are we going to do with her, (Y/N)?”

“I don’t know, Moblit. I don’t know.”

(Small little bonus because I like to pretend to be funny):

-A week later-

“(Y/N)? Would you join me in my office for a moment?”

“Sure Erwin, what’s up?”

“I’m filling out a mission log for last week and it appears that there was a report filed that you and Moblit “fornicated in the field”. Care to explain?”

“Who wrote that report?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

“It was Hange, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

“Where’s Levi? I need help to kick her ass.”

(Well, that was fun! I don’t know why this one took me so long, but here we are. I’m thinking my next one-shot might be more self-indulgent bs, but I do have requests to write as well... Anyway, speaking of requests, they are still open. I’m kinda down for anything, so just go for it I guess!)

#moblit berner #snk moblit #aot x reader #aot x y/n #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #moblit x reader #snk fanfic #aot fanfic #request #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #i guess?#idk i like my angst

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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Tumblr Slam Book!!

Ooh! Exciting! I’ve never been tagged on Tumblr before (really exposing my lurker history).

Anyway, I was tagged by the wonderful @jour-de-printemps (who has kinda been keeping me sane recently, if I’m being honest)!

And I guess I’m going to spill my deepest, darkest secrets now. How fun!

1) You can call me- Karli, Karl, any other random things that kinda resemble my name...

2) Three random things about moi-

I’m pansexual

I’m really good at arm wrestling

My hair often defies the laws of gravity

3) Hobbies of mine- writing because I read a book once, burning candles at all hours of the day, slitting my eyebrow, attempting to get the SHARPEST eyeliner wing, playing my flute at 3am in a dimly lit forest clearing, trying to figure out my aesthetic and then giving up

4) Things I love- dark, warm, and cramped places, smelling like the entire fruit section of Bath & Body Works, simping for men 15+ years my senior (who are also fictional and/or married), smelling a really fucking old book, ✨procrastination✨

5) Things I hate- HTML text formatting, my 9th grade biology teacher, Jeff Bezos, RWSM (rich, white, straight men), bigotry, the patriarchy, that Hange is dead :)))))), my father’s political views

6) Things that make me happy- Jean Kirschstein with long hair, Levi Ackerman with all his fingers, Hange Zoe being alive, the thought of someone ever seeing me as a romantic interest. homosexuality, AOC, Linked Horizon

7) Things that make me upset- Bigotry, the amount of recently-dead characters in SNK, America, Trump’s COVID recovery, the fact that I will never spend a night in Levi’s, Hange’s, or Jean’s warm embrace, the deer that ate the pumpkins I was growing

8) I’m currently obsessed with- Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan (obviously), The Arcana Game (Seriously, I’m a Julian stan and y’all can fight me), The Walking Dead, skincare, -TEA-

9) If I had an anywhere door- I’d go to New Zealand or Norway. Literally anywhere that isn’t outwardly homophobic or bigoted. Get me out of the US. Please.

10) Favorite fictional character- Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Daryl Dixon

I’ll be tagging @lonelypalmtree , @cagedpandababe , @casualgnome , and if you wanna do the tag, do it. Everyone is welcome!

#tags #about me #get to know me i guess #I like aot and that's my personality #Also I have daddy issues and that's why i prefer older men #but anyway

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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Oh another snk writer! How do you feel about the rare pair Reiner X Mikasa?

Reiner x Mikasa: More Alike Than We Thought

Word Count: 2091

Warnings: !!Manga Spoilers!! Cussing, brief talk of suicidal tendencies

There were other places Mikasa wanted to be at the moment. She could be talking to Armin about Eren and their plan for when the three of them meet again. She could be making sure Connie was feeling alright, especially because he’d been so angry recently. She could be doing literally anything else. Hell, she’d even go change Captain Levi’s bandages, and he complained so much that she often couldn’t hear herself think. But no, she had to guard the two traitors, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart.

Reiner, who aided the massacre of Wall Maria, which killed thousands (including the woman who had raised her like a daughter). Annie, who had single-handedly taken out many Scouts with her Female Titan, including almost all of Squad Levi. She hated them, regardless of Armin’s feelings for Annie, regardless of how regretful Reiner was. Their actions were unforgivable, and she intended to make them aware of that at all times.

Mikasa groaned in annoyance and leaned back in the uncomfortable wooden chair she was forced to sit on. A pistol was strapped into a holster on her thigh, which she thumbed absentmindedly. Her anger seemed to radiate throughout the small hallway, filling her senses, tainting her vision, and stifling her breath. So much had happened in the weeks previous. There had been death, betrayal, and sadness. But, also the bitter hope that they would catch Eren and put a stop to this genocide. And by “catch”, they (Hange and Levi) likely meant “kill”. And Mikasa didn’t understand her feelings regarding that. All she knew is that she was lonely and angry. And that nothing else mattered besides Eren.

Nothing else besides guarding these two fuckers, it seemed.

Mikasa’s eyes lazily crept towards the clock that hung across the hallway. She had to check on the Titan Twins every hour, and unfortunately, the hour had rolled by again. God, when does Jean’s shift start? She thought, standing from her chair and approaching Annie’s door. Just as she raised a fist to knock on the door, a familiar voice piped up behind her.

“Ah, Mikasa! Glad I caught you.” Armin said, approaching the slightly taller woman.

“Armin,” She lowered her hand, already knowing why he was there. “I thought you were watching the kids and Pieck?”

“Yes, I was, but Hange came in and wanted to talk to her and Falco about their Titans. She told me I could leave and get some rest.”

“What about Yelena and the Captain?”

“Yelena is restrained, and both are asleep.” He paused momentarily. “Well, Captain Levi had to be sedated again, but regardless, he isn’t conscious.”

Mikasa nodded, stepping away from Annie’s door. “I see. And I assume you came here to see Annie?”

“I-,” His cheeks were tinged just slightly pink. “Uh, yes. I did. Could I? See her, I mean.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I’m sure she’ll appreciate seeing a friendly face. Ymir knows I wouldn’t be so kind to her.” She smirked slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Nor as intimate.”

Armin’s face was entirely red now and he swallowed suddenly. “M- Mikasa! I didn’t-, I mean I wouldn’t-.”

“Armin, relax. I was only teasing.” Mikasa chuckled, walking towards Reiner’s door.

“Right, of course…” Was all he said as she left him and his flustered-self to deal with his obvious feelings.

Mikasa shook her head and knocked on Reiner’s door, in a much better mood after joking with Armin. “Reiner! I’m coming in.” Her hand found the door knob and she cracked the door open.

Sobs broke the air.

“Goddammit! Why am I alive? I shouldn’t be here, not after what I did…” A large form sat in the corner of the small room, and even in the darkness, she could see their shoulders shaking from the sobs that burst from their lips.

“Reiner…?” Mikasa slipped into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her to salvage at least some of his dignity from prying ears down the hallway. Moonlight suddenly spilled into the room from the small windows arrayed on the wall opposite the door. It provided just enough light for Mikasa to make out Reiner sitting, knees pulled to his chest, palms wiping his eyes, against the wall in a nook between a small desk and an even smaller dresser.

“Mikasa. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize an hour had passed.” He told her, getting up from his place on the floor. A moon beam caught his face as he stood, allowing her to clearly see the wet trails his tears had left down his face.

“It’s alright, I didn’t realize either…” Reiner nodded at her words, sitting heavily on his bed. They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Mikasa felt too guilty not to ask the obvious question. “Are you okay?” The words came out soft and rather gentle, though she hadn’t meant them to sound any certain way.

His head was bowed slightly, and he seemed to be studying his socked feet. “Yes…” Then he seemed to rethink his answer. “No, actually. I guess I’m not okay. But,” Reiner looked her in the eye. “Why do you care?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe I have a habit. I asked Eren that question so many times, it might’ve just stuck.”

“Right, Eren… How far ahead of him are we?”

“Hange thinks maybe a day, but that’s just an estimate.”

“I see…” Their conversation broke off again, but Mikasa just couldn’t bring herself to leave. There was something about seeing a grown man crying in the corner like a child who had lost his favorite toy… She just couldn’t go, especially knowing that his reason for breaking down was much greater than an abandoned plaything. And yet, she didn’t know what to say, except-

“Are you sorry?”

“What do you mean?” Reiner questioned, but seemed to understand immediately after the words left his lips. “Oh, the wall…” His large hand ran through his cropped blonde hair as he processed, averting his gaze from her steely one. “Yes, of course I am. Marley… they brainwashed us. They gave us nothing and made us fight for anything better. My mom- she had almost nothing until I was chosen to inherit the Armoured Titan. I thought it was a blessing to be chosen to go to Paradis and take out the Eldians who hadn’t “atoned” for their sins. I was told they were devils, but really, they were just more people for Marley to oppress. I’ve killed so many people, ruined so many lives… I-,” Reiner sighed. “I don’t want to live anymore, Mikasa. Even if, when I reach the afterlife, I’m forced to face the consequences of my actions, well, I won’t mind. There’s a lot I need to redeem myself for.”

Mikasa didn’t bat an eyelash at his explanation outwardly, but on the inside she was rather surprised about how much he shared with her. It was endearing, no matter how much she disliked him. His vulnerability left her feeling rather open as well.

“You know, Reiner.” She began, sitting next to him on the mattress. “I felt similar when we launched that attack on Liberio. Our attack was far more justified than yours, but when Eren was spreading that debris- crushing children and adults alike- I couldn’t find any reason why he was killing so many. Why did the innocent citizens need to meet that bloody end? We didn’t learn from your mistakes, we just made the same ones. And I didn’t want to launch the attack, either. I was just following Eren, like I always did. And…” She trailed off, her throat feeling thick as she swallowed.

“Mikasa, you don’t have to-” Reiner started to say before she cut him off.

“No, I do. I have to. I followed Eren, brainwashed, just like you. And did you know… did you know that he said he hated me, Reiner?” Mikasa swallowed, trying to force down the thickness still rising in her esophagus. “After everything I’ve done for him, after I gave him all the love and affection I had left to give… he hates me. When he said that, my reason for living slipped away into the darkness. I wanted to die, too. Sometimes I still want to die. But before I can, I need to stop Eren. That comes first.”

She had zoned out as she talked, but his hands on her cheeks brought her back to reality. Reiner’s large thumbs wiped under her eyes, collecting stray tears Mikasa didn’t even realize she had cried. Panic bloomed in her chest, and she wanted to push him away. But she didn’t. Instead she leaned into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his calloused fingers of her soft skin.

“I’m sorry he said that to you, Mikasa. I know how much you care for him. But, I don’t think his feelings should matter. You have people who love you, people who would cry if you were dead. I have Gabi and Falco, but they’d get on fine without me, especially now that Pieck is here. You need to live. This world needs Mikasa Ackerman, even after Eren Jaeger is dead and gone.”

Mikasa hadn’t felt like this before Eren. While he told her all this, Reiner had turned her to face him, eyes locked. She sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as his gold eyes reflected the same affection she had hoped Eren’s would have for years. He cared for her, he was trying to talk her out of her loneliness. The only people who had done that before had been people she didn’t feel anything for. But now, she felt an overwhelming sense of… love? No, no, it wasn’t that strong. But it was an attraction, and all of the sudden Reiner Braun’s lips looked very kissable.

“Reiner…” She breathed, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. “I’d cry if you died.” His eyes widened just a bit before he pulled her face towards his and connected their lips.

The kiss was electric. Mikasa felt shocked back into full awareness. She reveled in the feel of Reiner’s lips on hers, shuddered as his hands left her face in order to pull her closer to him, and moaned when he deepened the kiss and prodded at her lips with his tongue. She parted them just enough for their tongues to dance together in a mysterious choreography they both seemed to know. He nipped at her bottom lip before kissing his way down her jaw and to her neck. Mikasa moaned at the new sensation of someone’s lips on her neck. She loved it. It was the perfect mixture of sensual and pleasurable, leaving her breathless and seeing stars. In a sudden jolt of confidence, Reiner pushed her down on the bed, trapping her smaller body under his own. His lips left her neck and reconnected with hers, attacking with so much ferocity that Mikasa was sure he was going to bruise her. Not that she minded, of course.

They continued like this for a while, much longer than Mikasa was supposed to be supervising the hallway. She knew Jean would come looking for her eventually, so she finally broke away from Reiner, who was a panting mess above her.

“I have to go… Jean will come to find me soon.” She whispered, her nose inches away from his. Reiner nodded and rolled off of her, offering his hand after he was standing. Mikasa took it gratefully, smoothing her hair and readjusting her uniform as she got up. “Well, this was… good, I think.”

“I have to agree with you there.” Reiner said, throwing a wry smile at her. Mikasa smiled back and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

“I have watch again tomorrow, can I come see you?” She asked before deepening the kiss they were both still desperate for. Reiner simply hummed into her lips as confirmation, breaking away only when a muffled voice called Mikasa’s name. She smiled one last time before heading for the door. “I’ll see you then.”

She crept out into the hallway, and luckily whoever had called for her wasn’t in sight. Mikasa knew she looked like a mess, and it was bound to draw questions that she didn’t want to answer.

She was perfectly fine keeping quiet about how alike she and Reiner were, at least just for now.

(This took way too long for me to write, and I am SO SORRY!! I had zero ideas until I started comparing things that Mr. Angsty and Mrs. Angsty had in common (spoiler alert, it was guilt) and then I had this story idea. I hope it satisfies! I certainly enjoyed writing it, though writing in the Manga timeline is slightly depressing, haha.)

#reiner braun #snk mikasa #mikasa ackerman #snk fandom #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #aot #attack on titan #fanfic #snk fanfiction #fanfiction #reiner x mikasa #reinkasa #reikasa #idk the ship name #request

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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So I have an OC, and her name is Nixie.

I also met this awesome person on Pinterest about a month ago. They’ve drawn Nixie for me TWICE! And I just got the second drawing and I am SO GRATEFUL AND HAPPY AHHHH

Here she is! This artist is only 12, and they’re already scarily good!! This took them two weeks! I cannot even fathom this, I feel blessed and honored and ahhhhhhh

This is the first drawing she did for me (colored and lined by yours truly). I LOVE THIS ONE!! It’s so cool and dynamic... I’m gonna cry again...

Also, they are crazy smart. Like, I thought I was talking to someone way older. But no, they’re just a genius, crazy-talented 12 year old.

I am so grateful for them, and I’m glad to call them my friend!!

Also, Nixie is in a story I’m currently editing for plot holes and things. Her love interest is supposed to be Levi, don’t @ me lmao. And my artist friend just offered to draw them together! In short, I am so excited and I hope to post the story here and on AO3 (@Rose_Gardens24)!

#art #shingeki no kyojin #snk #not my art #friends art #original character #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #aot #aot fanart #snk fanart #my friend is the best #Nixie Fuhr #that’s her full name btw #love her lots

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Early Mornings

I wrote this because I’m in the mood for some happy Levi Content, especially after Chapter 133, where my man is just BROKEN.

(Also this is x Reader because I want to try my hand at writing these, please let me know what you think!)

(And it’s first person because I’m not comfortable writing second person yet)

Word Count: 1655

Warnings: Cussing, Intimate Touching (SFW)

The soldiers of the Survey Corps had either seen too much or not enough. There was no in-between, because just one Titan attack would change the cockiest bastard into a war-weary soldier. That’s what happened to me, and that’s what happened to every other scout, too. With that sudden shift came night terrors, hallucinations, and shell shock. You’d be lucky to wake up and not be in a cold sweat after seeing, smelling, and hearing what I and so many others have. It plagued you, haunting your dreams, your thoughts, your life. And often, you couldn’t escape.

But sometimes, when you were safe…

You could forget.

Lazy mornings would help me forget. The memories that weighed on my conscience would slip away, melting into the seams of what I understood as I snuggled under the covers. The warm morning light cascading over my face would remind me of where I was and nothing else. A warm body next to me would let me know that I am loved. And I was alive, carefree even, for however long we were nestled beneath those blankets.

This was one of those mornings. A particularly nasty dream roused me, yanking me from my sleep like a fish caught on a line. It was shocking and sent my senses into overdrive, making me gasp for air as my eyes shot open. And then I realized. I wasn’t in danger, not at that moment. And I wouldn’t be, not for a while.

My fear subsided quickly, dissolving into a low hum of adrenaline that was guaranteed to keep me awake. The air was chilly and there was a slight draft in the room, probably from small gaps in the old walls. I yanked the covers up and over my shoulders and shifted to my side to keep out the cool air. I was faced by the man sleeping beside me, causing me to lose interest in my slightly cold shoulders. His sleeping face was a look of pure peace, something I would never see grace his features otherwise. Always worried about something or another, always stern and expressionless; that was the way Levi went about his everyday life. And while I knew he wasn’t actually an uncaring bastard, mornings like these proved his humanity, and made me love him even more.

I rarely woke up before Levi. He was an insomniac and usually only stayed asleep for about three hours. It was a blessing whenever he slept until after sunrise. He was also a lot more tolerant of everyone and everything when he slept for a healthy amount of time. That meant less stress for him and more sleep the next night. That cycle might continue for a couple days or maybe even a week, and I’d love to just see him well-rested and calm. But mostly, my favorite thing was waking him up when he slept in.

Today, Erwin had planned a meeting with Premiere Zackly about funding for the Regiment, and then Hange scheduled a training session for our three respective squads. As much as I didn’t want to wake Levi, I knew I had to. I glanced outside to get a feel for the general time. The sun was already ascending into the sky and the rays danced across his skin in time with a wind-blown tree that stood outside our window. A small smile played on my lips as I brushed some stray locks of hair away from his eyes, which were still closed. My fingers wandered to the back of his head as I scratched the short hair of his undercut. He let out a soft, unconscious groan at the touch.

Surprisingly, Levi craved physical affection, just not in public. But, when we were alone and in bed, he was usually touching me in some way. Whether it was just resting his foot against my leg, or cradling me close to his chest, there was almost always contact. While I wasn’t complaining, I quickly realized this was because of a lack of affection in his childhood. Much like with his obsessive cleaning stemming from growing up in dirt and squalor, he needed affection to make up for what he didn’t have in the Underground. And I was always happy to provide it.

I peeled back the comforter a bit to expose Levi’s shoulders and back, marred by bruises and areas rubbed raw from his frequent use of the ODM Gear. I leaned over and pressed kisses along the strap indents. We both loved when the other would pay specific attention to these areas, and it was how Levi usually woke me up. I was just returning the favor. As I continued my affectionate assault on his purple and red skin, his breathing began to quicken, and I could tell he was waking up.

“Hey, baby.” I whispered into his ear and pressed a kiss to his temple. He groaned again and I felt his hand come up to stroke the small of my back. “I can’t believe you slept so long. I almost didn’t wake you, but Erwin planned that meeting at noon.”

Levi’s eyes opened slowly and met mine, his icy grey irises cutting me to my very core. He closed them again and tugged my body closer to him, nestling his head into the crook of my neck.

“Damn Titan-sized bastard…” He spoke lowly, his voice sending vibrations through my chest. I giggled at the sensation and brought a hand up to rub the back of his head again. Levi sighed in contentment before he pulled away and looked me in the eye. “Did you sleep well?”

“As well as I ever do, I guess. I can’t stop seeing last month’s expedition in my dreams, but that always seems to happen.” My voice shook as my thoughts suddenly ventured to that shit-show. It was the highest amount of casualties we’d had that year. There was a sudden fog bank, which separated my squad from the rest of the Regiment. We-

“(Y/N).” Levi’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. His hand was resting on my cheek as I met his eyes again. He still looked stern, but there was a specific sense of concern lacing his features. “Don’t think about that right now. There was nothing you could do.”

I let out a quick, huffing chuckle as I leaned my forehead against his. “I’ll never understand how you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Read my thoughts.”

The tiniest smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “It’s cute that you think it’s hard. You have an expressive face.”

I rolled my eyes at Levi’s teasing and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. They were usually chapped and rough, but I had been making him put on a salve before he went to bed to save his perfectly kissable lips. They were nice and soft against mine, now, as he deepened the kiss. Without breaking our connection, I flipped Levi onto his back and straddled his waist, cupping his face in my hands as my tongue broke through his slightly parted lips. He moaned softly and grasped my waist. I felt his lips quirk up in a smirk against mine and savored the moment with him, knowing I wouldn’t get to touch him like this for almost twelve hours.

I reluctantly pulled away from our make-out session and listened to Levi’s heavy breathing. My eyes slowly opened, though I didn’t realize I had closed them in the first place. Levi’s eyes were still closed and there was a deep blush on his usually pale cheeks. I smiled, knowing I was the only one who could do that to him. I rolled off of him and laid against his side, resting my ear against his chest to listen to his thumping heartbeat.

“Levi?” I raised my head to look him in the eye. He was still blushing.

“Mmm?”

“You’re blushing. I made you blush, Captain.” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

His blush deepened (if that was even possible) and he averted his eyes from my face. “Tch, shut up. I could make you blush.”

I raised my eyebrows in faux surprise. “Could you now? I don’t blush at much, you know.” Of course he could make me blush, but I was just having fun messing with him.

In a flash, he was straddling me and leaning down to trail his tongue along my collarbone. The sensation sent sparks to my stomach. But, instead of my face heating up, I just felt the need to laugh.

“Levi! You’re just tickling me!” I cackled as he continued his assault. He grunted against my skin and he suddenly switched to sucking and biting at different parts of my neck. And that did make me blush, but also sent waves of panic through me. Before he could do too much damage, I shoved him off of me and leapt off the bed, running to the bathroom.

“(Y/N)?” I heard Levi call from the bedroom as he followed after me. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my neck. It already was becoming mottled with purple bruises. Groaning, I dropped my head against the glass. Levi put a hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him.

“You got fucking marks on my neck, you bastard.” I leaned into him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I can’t hide this shit, you know that! And we have to see so many people today. You’re the worst.” I mumbled into his skin.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. I expected an apology to grace those dastardly lips and I awaited it eagerly.

“I still made you blush.”

“Oh, you fucker.”

I wasn’t the only one with a marks on my neck after that comment.

(Alright, that made me feel better. Idk about anyone else, but I’ve always kind of headcanonned Levi as super submissive in bed because he craves contact. This was based off some rumor that Yams had said it in an interview, and I honestly think it’s really perfect for Levi. But that’s just me!)

(This was honestly just to indulge myself, but pleas don’t worry! I have not forgotten about my requests. They are on their way!)

(Also, please request more Levihan I love them)

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #levi snk #levi aot #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #x reader #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot #aot x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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k-writesthings · 4 years

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X Reader One-Shots Anyone??

I’m thinking of just writing these when I have freetime (which isn’t now, don’t worry, I’ll get the rest of my requests done).

So I could do anything from Levi x Reader, to Hange x Reader, to Mike x Reader, to Jean x Reader. Probably just whatever I’m feeling if I don’t get requests for them!

And I know it’s my blog so I can do whatever I want with it, but I just want to write what people want to read.

So, any feedback? Because I’m really in my feelings. I need random fictional romance in my life to account for the lack of social interaction I get on the daily.

#might even make a masterlist at some point

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Understanding - Levihan

This was requested by @lonelypalmtree based on a dream, which I think is actually awesome! I’m sorry it took so long... I may have gone a bit overboard with the word count, at least for my one-shot standards.

Word Count: 3102

Warnings: Cussing, “A Choice With No Regrets” OVA Spoilers!

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“Squad Isaac! Take up the defense position, we have one coming in on the right!” A masculine voice called over the thundering of hoof beats. Hange resisted the urge to take a swipe at him with her last blade.

This man, Commander Erwin Smith, was leading his soldiers out of yet another bloodbath. Every time they went outside the Walls they lost people, and every single fucking time, it was someone Hange cared about. First a friend she had trained with in the Cadet Corps, then a soldier she had feelings for, and now her entire squad… She was the only one from her unit to report back. No one else survived.

And there wasn’t a single thing she could have done about it.

Hange was just a measly soldier- Titan fodder, really. She had no authority, no power to scream “Retreat!” when she saw the massive hoard of Titans crest a hill. The only reason she was still alive was because she scaled a tree as soon as she killed the Titan who ate her squadmates. There was nothing else to do besides sit there and listen to the screams of innocent people as they were slaughtered. And she had to tell their story.

A sharp pain ran up Hange’s arm as she realized her hand had cramped from gripping the reins of her horse too hard. She sighed and flexed her palm open and closed to dispel the throb. As the ground shook from a massive thud (probably from the Titan Squad Isaac took down) behind her, she gritted her teeth and tried her hardest to burn holes in the back of Erwin’s head with her eyes. The Titans had ruined her life. This regiment had ruined her life. Why did she even become a scout again? She vaguely recalled a willingness to die for the “cause”, but now that feeling was almost all gone, dried up with the blood of the Titans she fell. Now, all she wanted was to know why. Why did the Titans eat people? Why did they exist? Why couldn’t they get rid of them? So many questions, so much hurt and anger.

And she needed answers, but not just from the Titans.

“Stop here!” Erwin’s voice suddenly rang out again, steering his horse towards a group of trees. “Tie off the horses and get into the trees. We are still waiting for word from the Cart Convoy, so until then we stay here and we stay quiet. If any Titans see us, cut them down immediately and as silently as possible.” He dismounted once we reached the trees and handed his horse to another soldier to tie off. “Squad Levi, Hange, on me.” Hange was momentarily taken aback by this sudden command, but nonetheless followed him up into the tree with her ODM Gear.

She landed roughly, nearly missing the branch entirely. But, she caught her balance and stood in front of her Commander. The one that all but condemned her comrades to death. He gazed at her with a solemn expression, eyebrows knit in thought, or maybe sadness. Hange stared back, careful not to show too much emotion. A sudden draft of air told her that Levi and his squad had arrived. The newly promoted captain approached Erwin as well, pausing in front of the commander only a bit further back than Hange. She glanced behind her and saw his squad of fresh-faced recruits. This was probably only their second expedition, but they all stood and watched Erwin, mimicking an expression that they had no doubt learned from Levi. Hange felt a stab of pain as she thought of her squadmates in some Titan’s stomach, while Levi’s squad was all alive and well. It made her blood boil and her eyes sting with tears at the same time.

“I’m going to put this plainly.” Erwin began, seeing we were all present. “It’s unlikely that we will make it back to Walls with all the soldiers we have here. Our numbers are simply too many for the Titan activity present in the area. We’ve drawn too much attention as is. And…” Hange couldn’t tell if he had trailed off for dramatic effect or because of the gravity of their situation. “The Cart Convoy isn’t coming back. I saw them send up red and purple signal flares just before the Left Wing Spotters were taken out. I didn’t have time to help them-,” Hange cut him off with a bark of mirthless laughter.

“So, who could you help, Erwin? Anybody?” she exclaimed, advancing on his much taller form. He watched her with an odd look of guilt, instead of trying to diffuse the situation like she thought he would. “I watched the ENTIRE Left Wing get taken out, I listened as they were eaten in front of me. I lost my comrades, the last people who were good to me!” She felt tears sting her eyes, obscuring her already shitty eyesight. “Where were you, Erwin? Where WERE you?!” She screamed her last question, locking the last blade into her sword hilt. With anger bubbling from every fissure of her soul, she swung up and over his head, determined to kill this murderer.

The next few moments happened in slow motion. Inches before she took off Erwin’s head, another blade collided with her own. She whipped around to see Levi’s angered face and harsh features staring back at her. He took a step forward and moved to kick her feet out from under her. His ankle crashed into hers, knocking her off balance and sending her tumbling off the branch. She freefell for what felt like a lifetime- but must have only been a second- before she reacted and shot her hooks into the underside of the branch. Hange swung down unharmed, and raced to retrieve her horse.

She had to leave. Now.

‘These goddamn Titans. This goddamn world! If only I knew more about them… I could’ve tried harder to save them. My friends…’ Hange’s thoughts flew through her head, only reinforcing her idea. Her plan. These Titans, these… creatures were dangerous, yes, but what could humanity gain from the knowledge they held? Would research be the difference between humanity’s freedom and humanity’s defeat? She didn’t know for sure, but she knew more than Erwin did. And she was determined to learn more.

Hange had always had an affinity for science and math; it was a hobby she prided herself in. And Titans interested her to no end. She wanted to know everything that was going on in the big, dumb head of theirs. Once she joined the Survey Corps, she realized she may have an opening to capture some for her studies. Though, she’d never thought like this before, her heart thrummed and her mind whirled. ‘I’m going to bring a Titan back to the Walls. I’m going to show Erwin what it’s like to actually help people.’

★

The wind whipped through Levi’s hair aggressively, as if telling him to turn back. Telling him that Shitty-Glasses was a lost cause. He agreed, and would’ve listened to the angered wind, but he was given direct orders from Erwin to bring her back. Alive. And that meant following the erratic scientist on horseback as she headed back towards where the Left Wing fell. He could just barely make out the outline of a horse as he chased after her. She had only had a minute head-start, and yet she was nearly a mile away from him.

And headed towards where the Left Wing Spotters were massacred.

He cursed quickly under his breath before kicking his horse to go faster. The horse whinnied in protest, but slowly picked up speed. Hange’s silhouette began to grow as he gained on her. His gaze narrowed as she tossed a glance over her shoulder, realizing she was being followed. Her hand flew to her belt, and Levi immediately knew what she was grabbing for. He was ready for the quick pop and plume of red smoke fired straight at him, which he dodged easily on horseback. He wasn’t hit with the signal flare, but it did manage to obscure his surroundings. Levi pulled to a stop and listened to the whistling wind. The soft sound of rustling bushes came from off to his left.

They had ridden past this area- there was forest here.

He gripped the reins and pulled sharply once again, steering off towards the forest. And as the red smoke cleared, horse tracks in the soft dirt told him he was headed in the right direction. But he had to be careful. Forests were a Titan hot-spot. They could hide here, ready to catch any soldier, even him, off-guard. And he had the advantage of being called “Humanity’s Strongest”. Hange may be smart, but she was not in her right mind. Levi had to get to her before a Titan did.

Quickly deciding it was better if he was on ODM Gear, he tied his horse to a tree and took to the treetops. From there, he could see everything around him, including one small Titan watching him too closely. He killed it without breaking a sweat and continued his search.

Levi flew through the trees for about fifteen minutes before he began to get annoyed and feel a familiar sinking feeling in his gut. ‘She’s probably dead by now. Damn Four-Eyes, running off and getting herself killed… making me carry her body back.’ Assuming there was a body to take back. Levi sighed and refocused. He knew better than to let his brain wander like this. Last time he did, he almost killed his entire squad. All because he was in his head. But not this time, he wouldn’t-

“That’s right! C’mon! Follow me, you big lug!”

Hange.

★

“C’mon, I didn’t ride all the way in here to leave empty-handed, now did I?” Hange walked backwards slowly, staring up at the massive humanoid face above her. She had just found this beauty. He was behind a tree, standing at ten meters, with big blue eyes and pursed lips. He also had shoulder length blonde hair that really complimented his eyes. In short, Hange was giddy just thinking about what she’d learn from dissecting him. “Now, darling? I just want you to follow me out of the forest. I have a home not far from here. And while I can’t promise you any food, you’ll never be short on companionship! Step out from behind the tree, don’t be shy!” She continued coaxing the Titan forward until she had reached her horse. The beast took a few steps forward, hand reaching out towards Hange as she untied her horse.

Hange smiled up at him. “Now, now. Let’s not get too handsy just yet!” She had just reached for her blades when a sudden splash of steaming blood crashed down on her. Before she could even register what was happening, the Titan collapsed to the ground- dead.

Levi stood before her breathing just a bit heavier than normal. His icy grey eyes met hers. “Hange…” He advanced on her quickly, raising his blade and backing her up into a tree. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

Hange didn’t quite hear him. Her gaze was trained on the smoking body disintegrating next to them. She felt angry tears sting her eyes. Her face grew red hot. How dare he?!

“Four-Eyes? Are you listening? I asked-,” She cut him off with a quick knee to his groin. He doubled over, clearly surprised she was fighting back.

“You killed him! You killed him, Levi!” She screamed, running at him with her blades drawn, blindly slashing as he bobbed and weaved around her manic movements. “He could’ve helped us! And you KILLED HIM!”

Levi was suddenly at her side, holding both her wrists away from him as he spoke to her. “Hange, stop this now. You could be put in jail for insubordination. On two counts.”

She tore her hands free from his grip and elbowed him in the throat. He choked and gasped for a second before she was on him again, kicking him in the stomach and knocking him flat on his back. “You’re a murderer, Levi.” She kneeled down, her nose inches from his. “A murder-”

And her world went black.

★

Hange woke up suddenly. Her eyes flew open and she sat up. Well, attempted to sit up. The sudden stabbing pain behind her eyes made her cry out, and when she tried to grasp her head in her hands, she found them both shackled to the side of (what seemed to be) a bed. As the pain subsided, her memories came flooding back. Her squad, Erwin, that Titan, and…

“You awake, Shitty-Glasses?”

Levi.

The emotionless man sat at a desk next to her bed. They were not in a jail cell… it looked like a normal bedroom. She just happened to be shackled to the bed in this normal bedroom. And apparently Levi was there, too.

He watched her for a moment, as if waiting for her to speak. Hange opened her mouth, but all that came out was a dry squeak. Levi sighed heavily and got up to release one of her hands.

Then, he handed her a cup of water.

Though she had to sit up to drink it without spilling, Hange still downed it gratefully. She savoured the feeling of her parched throat being satisfied by the cool drink. She handed the cup back to Levi, who set it on the desk as he sat back down.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Well,” Levi looked at her with a look best described as ‘done with Hange Zoë’s bullshit’. “You went crazy and tried to bring a Titan back to the Walls like a dumbass. Then you tried to kill me. Then I knocked you out and brought you back here.”

“Where is “here”? Headquarters?”

“No. You see, Premiere Zackly didn’t take kindly to you making an attempt on both Erwin’s and my life, so he wanted to hang you for treason. Erwin is currently at the Capitol trying to repeal your sentence, along with my squad.” Levi explained all of this without batting an eye, but Hange could tell he was pissed.

“Erwin’s trying to repeal it? Why? I tried to kill him…” Hange tried to wrap her head around this new information, but it began to give her a headache. She brought a hand up to her temple, about to touch it before Levi batted it away.

“Don’t. I had to hit you with a rock to knock your crazy ass out. You have a gash there.” She could’ve sworn she saw his gaze soften a bit before he continued. “But I couldn’t tell you why he did what he did. I voted for you to be thrown in jail for a couple years, but even that wasn’t enough for the bastard with a heart of gold. He’s trying to get you out without even so much as a strike on your record.” He paused for a second. “Which isn’t fair. I still have two on mine from when I joined the Corps.”

Hange smiled slightly, recognizing Levi’s dry humor. “I’m thankful, but I just don’t understand…”

“Do you feel like shit?” He asked her, his hand ghosting over his left side.

“Yes… I do.” She pressed her hand to the bridge of her nose to stop her vision from swimming. “I was just… so angry…”

Levi’s eyes left her form and he stared at the reports he was working on before she woke up. He looked like he was struggling with something. “I was, too. When I tried to kill Erwin.”

Hange’s hand flew down and her eyes widened hearing this. “You.. you what?”

“I tried to kill that Titan-sized bastard, too. Right after…” He trailed off, looking lost in thought and way more sullen than Hange had ever seen him before. He didn’t need to say their names, Hange knew what he was talking about.

“I-,” Her words caught in her throat just thinking about Farlan and Isabel. “I didn’t know.”

“How could you? Only one there to see it was Mike, and he doesn’t say a word when he’s told not to. I just wanted you to know that I understood what you were feeling.”

“I’m sorry. For them, for trying to kill you, for trying to bring a Titan back, for making you stay here and watch me…”

Levi seemed to ignore the Titan comment, instead leaning back in his chair and groaning lowly. “I’m not going to say it’s fine and all is forgiven. You bruised the hell out of my ribs, Shitty-Glasses.”

“You want me to take a look? I do have some medical experience, you know.” Hange reached forward and beckoned him closer. Levi grimaced, but moved towards her anyway. “But, I’d like use of my other hand as well, if you’d please.” This earned an audible grumble and Levi cursing as he leaned over her body and unshackled her left hand as well. “Thank you. Now raise your shirt.”

Levi untucked his pressed white shirt and lifted it a bit. Hange’s hands slowly poked and prodded at a small array of mottled purple bruises under his left pectoral muscle. She mostly muttered to herself, issuing an apology whenever she touched a particularly sore spot and made Levi hiss in pain. She also tried to keep her head down, face out of sight. She was fairly certain she was blushing as she conducted her examination. She had never been one to shy at the mention of anything medical, but this seemed much more… intimate somehow. Hange kept “examining” him until she was sure her blush had dissipated.

“Good news, Levi. It’s just a couple small bruises on three ribs. Just make sure to breathe deeply for about a minute at least ten times a day. You need to stretch your lungs so you don’t develop a lung disease.” Hange told him, leaning back in bed and touching her hair softly. She almost gasped in surprise. It was… clean.

Levi seemed to notice her surprise as he tugged his shirt down and re-tucked it. “I bathed you. You smelled like horse shit.”

Hange felt her face heat up again as she turned away from him in embarrassment. “You… bathed me?”

“Yes. I had to be in this room with you, I didn’t want you smelling the whole place up.” He sounded perfectly unbothered. The scratch of a quill told her that he had started filling out reports again.

“I-,” Hange sighed. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Right back at you, Four-Eyes.”

(Alright, so not super romantic, but that’s okay! I wanted Hange to be more naive and impulsive here, as she’s only about 21, while Levi is about 26-27. And don’t ask me what’s going on with the stars, I couldn’t tell you.)

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What about a little something for Eren and Armin? Doesn’t have to be romantic, but I like to think their friendship is just a bit under rated

This was honestly a joy to write! Thank you for being my very first request! @cagedpandababe

Platonic! Eren x Armin

Warnings: Mild drinking (By horse face🐴)

!!No Manga Spoilers!!

It was official. This was the first-ever successful trip outside the walls. They had made it; the seven surviving members of the 104th Cadet Corps and the last two veteran Survey Corps soldiers…

They made it to the ocean.

The vast blue abyss that stretched out beyond the horizon. Which held so many secrets. And even further stood Marley. A civilization, much like the one within the Walls, but with two major differences. They had knowledge, and the citizens of the Walls had man-eating Titans. Marley wanted to wipe out the people within the walls as some sort of mass racial cleansing. They were a threat. A massive, powerful threat. And the only information they had on this threat came from one long-dead man.

Yet, as grim as their current situation sounded, Armin couldn’t be bothered with it for the moment. He was at the sea. The sea! The place he had longed to find from the moment he set eyes on the book in his grandpa’s attic. From the moment he flipped to that page and drank in the words describing the body of water. The words fell short, however (as words often do), to describe what he saw in the first moment he laid eyes on it. Because as he stood, staring across the expanse of blue, Armin knew he could have never been prepared for the beauty before him.

So he stood, ankle deep in water he had only touched in his dreams, watching the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen.

A sudden splash and a feminine screech reminded Armin that he was the only one still taking the scene in. Sasha had tired of the beautiful horizon about a few hours ago, so she roped Mikasa into a game that consisted of jumping over the rolling waves as they approached the sandy beach. (And while Armin knew that she was just playing along, she kept it up because of how happy it made Sasha.) Jean had been rifling through various saddle bags to wash the taste of sea water out of his mouth. He found some mysterious liquor about an hour before the sun had set, so he was completely shit-faced by the time the light began to fade. Hange and Levi had gone off down the beach, claiming to be looking for test samples (Armin only half believed that). And Connie, on the other hand, had tired himself out and laid down in the warm afternoon sun to rest. Needless to say, he was asleep.

So that left Eren. Humanity’s most unlikely savior. The boy who got eaten by a Titan, only to become a Titan.

Eren had sat himself against the base of the cliff that overlooked the beach when the sunset began. He briefly said something to Armin about feeling cold and went to sit alone. But, Armin knew what he was thinking about. Marley. Their next big enemy. Ever since that day in the basement, the day their world grew monumentally, Eren was always thinking about Marley. Armin had caught him making attack plans and strategies, even before there was any word on a journey to the ocean. He was obsessed, even the freedom of finally leaving the walls wasn’t enough to quench his thirst for long. He had to defeat Marley.

Armin understood Eren’s wishes for complete and utter freedom from all things that threatened their way of life, but he also couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Eren had been called to Wall Maria in the weeks leading up to this expedition to try and scout out a safe way to the ocean. He had been staying in a temporary military encampment near Wall Maria for those weeks, so Armin hadn’t seen him for almost a month by the time they gathered for the journey. And while Armin hadn’t been at all bored, what with daily training to control the Colossus Titan, he still missed his best friend. There was no one to talk to about the soreness he felt when he transformed and stayed in his Titan body for too long. No one who had experienced the same trauma he went through (and had nightmares about). And of course there was Mikasa, but she was usually too tired from training with Levi to talk to him or entertain his theories like Eren did.

So when the date of departure was released, Armin was very excited to see Eren again. And what he found was a person he hardly recognized. But he knew what this stranger would talk to him about.

Armin stepped out of the chilly water, completely aware of how numb his feet were from standing there for so long. Eren seemed to be lost in thought as Armin made his way towards him. His turquoise eyes had a far-away look in them, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was quicker than normal. Armin sitting down next to him seemed to be the thing that pulled Eren out of his stupor.

“Nice night.” Armin drawled casually, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

Eren glanced at his childhood friend quickly, making a guttural sound that Armin took as an agreement. The air felt tense between the two boys, like two dogs about to brawl. But the “dogs” were thoughts and feelings, and the “fight” was talking about them.

And Armin knew he had to let the fight break-out.

“I wonder what Reiner and Zeke said to the Marley official-,” Armin was cut off before he could finish voicing his pondering.

“What are you doing over here, Armin?” Eren’s voice was husky from sitting silently for so long. He fully turned his head to face Armin, who met Eren’s steely gaze calmly.

“Talking to you.” Armin told the suicidal maniac next to him as he sat up a little straighter. “ We haven’t seen each other in a month; we should catch up.”

“I don’t want to talk about Marley.” Eren turned away from Armin once again.

“I know Marley has been the only thing on your mind since we got here. Since we got to see the ocean...” Armin breathed out a small chuckle, the sound barely escaping his lips. “We wanted to see this, be here, for so long. And now, here we are. I haven’t been able to fully wrap my mind around it yet.”

Eren sighed slowly, running a hand through his slightly grown out hair. “Of course I’ve been thinking about Marley, Armin.” He admitted, evidently choosing to ignore the comment about the beautiful scenery. “I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“It?”

Eren paused for a moment. “...The war we are going to wage against them. We know they won’t stop, that much was clear when Reiner and Zeke retreated. So the only way to ensure the people of the Walls true freedom is to eradicate the threat… and I don’t want to talk about that.”

Armin nodded absentmindedly, processing Eren’s words. Armin knew that they would eventually have to take a stand against Marley, especially with all the Titan-Shifter power they held. They were a threat, viewing the people inside the Walls as the spawn of the devil. A sickness to be cured. Armin also knew that he and Eren were likely to be spearheading the mission to Marley, whenever it would take place. There was no way to infer what the Marleyan world looked like, save for the pictures brought over by Grisha Jaeger. Was it widely military operated? Or was it more like the citizens of the Walls, a large percentage of their population being civilian lives? Was the eventual war going to kill innocent people who had nothing to do with the threat? Did it matter? There were so many unanswered questions, so much they didn’t know. Talking about Marley just confirmed the necessity of the war, regardless of how ethical it might be. And they didn’t need to worry about that, not for a while.

But there was one question Armin did have. One that could be answered. “Eren?”

Eren’s gaze was still fixated on the horizon. “Hmm?”

“Do you think you’re brave?” The question hung in the air for a moment, and then two.

But then, Eren spoke again. “You know me better than anyone else, Armin. What do you think?”

What did he think? Armin studied Eren’s side profile, though his features didn’t give any answer away. “I think,” He brushed his bangs away from his eyes. “That bravery is relative. For people like Mikasa and Levi, it relates to what is happening in the moment. They know their goal, they know how to achieve it, and they will stop at nothing to carry it through. And while I respect them both immensely, they don’t think ahead. I’m not particularly battle-savvy, but when I’m calm, I can think and make a clear plan. Commander Erwin was the same way. But you…” Armin almost struggled for the correct words. “You fight for freedom. Total and utter freedom. You’re like Mikasa and Levi that way. But freedom isn’t a short-term goal. It’s a rat race. First against the Titans, now against Marley. And because it’s so tough to earn freedom, you are able to think ahead as well. You analyze the situation, find your most immediate threat, get rid of them, and repeat. Regardless of the obstacles, you’ve learned to never give up. Not until you are truly free.” Eren had turned to look at Armin halfway through his speech. His once solemn expression was traded for that same look of cocky defiance he used to always wear. Armin met his eyes. “So yes, you are brave.”

“I’ve missed your monologues.” Eren told him, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“I do not monologue!” Armin protested, annoyed that that was the first thing Eren decided to say.

“Hell yes you do! It happens all the time, how don’t you notice?”

“Probably the same way you don’t notice Mikasa’s feelings…” Armin mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Eren snapped.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Armin teased him, shoving the taller boy’s shoulder. Eren scoffed and returned the shove, knocking Armin over. Armin’s body thudded softly against the sand on the ground before breaking into a laughing fit. Eren joined him, until the two teenagers were clutching their sides from laughing so hard.

★

“Oi brats, time to go.” A voice called from above as Eren stirred from his sleep. He and Armin had fallen asleep after their giggle fit, completely exhausted by the amount of tension they both had dispelled. Eren couldn’t remember the last time he laughed that hard, even if it was over something as trivial as Armin’s “monologues”.

Eren moved to sit up, but a pressure on his chest stopped him. Armin was still sprawled halfway on top of Eren, completely unconscious. Eren looked up to see the frowning face of Captain Levi staring down at him.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked down at Eren’s helpless face. “Look, I don’t care if you have to drag Arlert up here by his ears. We have to leave before sunrise or risk whatever is left of those damn Titan bastards showing up.”

“Yes, sir.” Eren told his superior, before trying to shake Armin awake. “Armin? We have to go now.” Armin just groaned and nestled against Eren’s chest. ‘Alright then. Looks like I'm carrying him.’ Eren thought with a sigh.

The years Eren trained had prepared him for this moment. Carrying his sleeping best friend up a cliff. Surprisingly, Armin wasn’t super heavy. The climb up to the horses was easy enough, but Mikasa had to help situate Armin on top of Eren’s horse. Eren had no idea Armin could sleep so deeply like this. Their entire adolescence had been plagued with the fear of Titans, and now they had almost nothing to worry about. No wonder Armin was so calm.

They rode for home, then. Eren gripped Armin’s unconscious body to his chest and smiled.

He had really missed his best friend.

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