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If you want some other game recommendations from a huge gamer that is NOT Hogwarts Legacy, I got you bc we do not support antisemitism or transphobia.
Full disclaimer: If your advocacy goes as far as for Trans and Jewish voices to fall on deaf ears about a VIDEOGAME?!? Then, you were never an ally to begin with.
But, as a videogame lover and player, I will make other recommendations for you to play if you really need a good game that will support the rights of other people and is not built on hate!
If you really want a wizard game:
Play Skyrim and Eldan Ring! Those are two great open-world/build your character/magic games that don’t center around magic but have magic nonetheless! They actually have more spells and than this stupid game centered around wizards! Plus, they both have HUGE open worlds that will take (I promise) hundreds of hours to play and explore.
Play the Witcher!!! Although I have not played it, my sister raves left and right about the Witcher 3! It’s a choice-based, super long, world-heavy game that just immerses you in both magic and spells from the get go! Although not a ton of spells, it’s a timeless game and WAY ahead of it’s time.
If you really want a choice based game:
We literally got Cyberpunk a few years ago! It has amazing features for custom characters and fun armor to mix and match. It also has a choice-based storyline and multiple endings based on the choices you make/categories of your personality you update! What’s also so great about this game is it naturally has great representation. I’ve never seen a game that has NPCs have a set sexual orientation and won’t stray from it: if you are a straight man and hit on the lesbian, she will TELL YOU she’s a lesbian. It’s very interesting and also have trans representation and her personality is not just her being trans. It’s compelling. So, play this game!!!
Another set of great choice games is the Life is Strange series! Although not open world, every choice you make impacts the ending/relationships you have with different characters. There is also GREAT LGBTQ+ rep in every game they produce. The first time I played these games, my brain chemistry changed.
The walking dead series is an AMAZING choice-based series with a lot of representation. Although not open world and depressing(lol), it is a super immersive experience and has your heart rip in half for the characters. In the last game, especially, we see a more immursive and creative fighting techniques that just made you binge the game.
Another great game (that isn’t exactly choice but has an interesting way for you to interact with the world based off the way you want to explore) is Disco Elysium. You get to choose how/why/when/where you interact with the world and people. I have literally never played a game like this and my jaw dropped when I started. I could NOT put it down. The clock ticks throughout the day so you need to be careful about what you do with the amount of time you have. EVERY relationship will unravel another part of the mystery going on throughout the game. And, it’s very intense, fun, and full of philosophical shit that just makes you excited. Plus, you can tell it was made with so much dedication and care.
Fallout 4!!!!! This game is super underrated now a days, but is it worth playing! You can customize your character and choose who you side with/who you kill/who you save/who your friend are/what clothes you wear/what weapons you weld. Like, you cannot ask for more out of this game!! And, the world is HUGE and filled with such intricaticay. I cant rave about this game enough.
Persona 5! This is one of the best games I have ever played in my life! Like Disco Elysium, you only have so much time throughout the day to complete tasks and your relationship with peers/the skills you have are gotten from that time. So, if you choose not to hang out with someone or do homework or whatever, you could not max different parts of your personality/combat techniques. Is game is also in part a choice game, where you get to choose which route you want your narrative to be. Super fun! Also, this game has super fun turn-based combat that just leaves you on your toes! It’s super fun and super immersive and super HARD. It will take you a hundred hours to play.
If you want an immersive open-world:
I already named a few up there, but I haven’t mentioned the Horizon series yet, which is just fantastic. Both games have HUGE open worlds and a great amount of representation that just comes so easy to it and feels so natural. It’s not forced or random or anything: it’s right and natural and not a HUGE deal. It also has very immersive worlds with quite a lot to do. Although Horizon Forbidden West only has about 28 hours of the main story, it took me 80 hours to complete it because that’s just how huge the world was. Plus, the lead character, Aloy, has so much depth and interesting tidbits about her that you KNOW the game was created so much love and care. Also, the face expressions are so real and beautiful, it literally brought tears to my EYES
Red Dead Redemption 2 literally has one of the greatest open-worlds of all time and y’all are gonna play that shitty wizard game 😭?? It’s SO intimate and fun. There are times where you’ll be stopped to do a side mission and, if you die, you can’t go back to do it! I can’t say enough about this game because im sure everyone has heard it already but it’s emotional, FILLED TO THE BRIM with character depth, and super goddamn fun.
We all know about Breath of the Wild, but if you haven’t played that yet and are choosing to play Hogwarts Legacy, what are you doing ??
And just other GREAT games:
All the Batman Arkham Series games are INCREDIBLE. They literally were the stepping stones to other great games and was one of the first to introduce such an interesting half-open world concept. They fighting and stealth is ridiculously fun, and I have replayed these games so many times!
The tomb raider games are FANTASTIC. Filled with puzzles, stealth, and fighting, you cannot milk out more from this game. Plus, you okay as the incredible Lara Croft, who is such an interesting character.
The Last of Us?!? Such great representation! And what great character depth! You can see the love that goes into this game and what it means for the people that create it. Although a linear game, it does not necessarily feel that way because of the amount of exploring you are forced to do. This is one of those rare games where crafting does not feel like a chore, but an immersive and anxious experience. Both games are perfect!!!
If I forgot any, repost and add them because yeah! And, if you’re still not convinced to play something else, you aren’t an ally and stop calling yourself one!
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hii can i request prompt 4? where reader sacrifices herself for hange.
Our Side | H.Z.
Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader
Summary: You're willing to endure anything for Hange, even death.
Content warning: heavy angst, betrayal, loss, gunshots, torture, mentions of suicide, blood (lmk if there's anything more)
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: i feel like all hange lovers daydreamed about dying for hange at some point and i'm no exception
A sliver of light bled through from the small lone window of that room. Rows of cells lined after the other as you walked in, bashing in the awful memories squeezing inside your head, demanding to be remembered. A reminder that there will be no end to the suffering thrust in your hands from that day Marley sent you to Paradis. Nothing would be expected from a soldier tweaked out to be a weapon and sent to Eldia but fruitful results about the island's ruination. You were ordered to retrieve information, kill, and betray. It made you lose your mind, and cling to the last strings of humanity you tried to keep intact. After grueling years, you found enough courage to betray Marley to live a life you were proud of despite all the blood that had to be spilled.
You could remember this cell vividly. You were captured by several soldiers, harshly shoved inside, and threatened to be tortured for being a filthy Marleyan outsider invading Eldia. It went on until the Commander stepped in to admonish the soldiers' behavior, and rescued you from their heinous treatment. That day, you didn't need to be tortured for information as Hange managed to pull you towards the light of things with kindness and tolerance. It was the first time you found someone not fueled by hatred but by a desire to understand. Your admiration turned to loyalty, and eventually, to love that was reciprocated twofold. The testament of your devotion remains on your ring finger to this day. But this time, you had to remove it and lock it away in a small box as your feet led you to the cell where prisoners are kept— a place where you were once detained.
You were ordered to keep watch of the Eldian prisoners against the Rumbling under Yelena's orders. Only one prisoner sat on that cell but you knew that this would become the most difficult moment of your life.
“Hange,” you said, forcing a commanding tone but it came out like a whisper.
Hange’s head turned from hearing your familiar voice and wasted no time reaching for you. The only restraint keeping them far was the jail bars dividing you. They have a frantic, broken look in their eyes as they tell you everything about the cruelty and massacre performed by the Yeagerists to make the Rumbling successful. Their hands clung to the bars, desperate to reach your heart— the heart they grew to love and loved them in return. The irony from where you both stood became stark as they stood inside the cell where they once rescued you.
“Come with me, you don't have to do this anymore. We can get out of here together,” Hange pleaded one last time, eager to get her back to their side, awaken the person they loved and married all those years ago. It wasn't like you to betray them and give up the life they worked for over this war.
“Hange...” You struggled to retain the hard look in your eyes as words bundled up in your throat, begging to come out as uncontrollable sobs but—
“...you're a war criminal. I will deny anything that goes against Marley.”
After leaving those words, the distraught in Hange's eyes shattered your insides, pain wasn't plucking at your heartstrings anymore. It was piercing hundreds and thousands of the sharpest nails to where it would hurt the most and it physically weakened you despite years of being a soldier. You wanted to give up this act, collapse on your knees, and cry in your lover's arms. The only person you ever loved, the reason why you didn't kill yourself last night, and your only home.
You hurt Hange. They found it absurd and strange that they just stared at you in hopelessness and misery.
You planned this for a long time since you found out about Yelena's plan. And you're willing to sacrifice anything for Hange. You never slept a wink on those nights that you manipulated them into thinking that you supported Marley. Every night you wanted to sob and give up this cursed Eldian life. But that was too selfish. You're not planning to die and leave Hange in this miserable place.
They knelt on the ground, their head down as tears dripped from their face.
“Is this what it has always been? I should've acted sooner, shouldn't I?” they spoke in regret, their voice hard against their throat.
“Hange, I...” you can't show them your tearful eyes, the hesitation of what comes after next. “I loved you. But we have changed. I'm letting you out of here in gratitude for the old times.”
Hange began sobbing, they felt as though the world kept crushing them to death. Irritated by a strong spirit trying to fight. Losing their comrades, the death of Eldia, and now their marriage...
They saw your ringless fingers, snapping the dam of pain welling inside them.
"I can't expect you to thrive off without betrayal, shouldn't I?" It was bitter, almost angry. An anger not directed to you but to your choice. "I can't believe you came crawling back to that country that hurt you."
Their cheeks are red with tears, their heart ripped open by what your love came to be. You could feel the last heartstrings snapping inside you, freezing your heart in a lifetime of anguish. It was true that your life became a series of betrayals and escapes but this time it was different, it wasn't for fear but for love.
You sneaked Hange outside the cell, walking in an awful silence until you reached a spot with no soldiers in sight. But when they faced you to say one last thing, you scurried away as fast as you could. You sprinted towards a dark, empty corner to slump down and cry. Screaming wordlessly to yourself, hitting the wall with your bare fist until it bled.
For a moment, the pistol at your side seemed to be whispering.
-
There was peace before the Rumbling came into discussion as you've always remembered. You cannot pinpoint when exactly things began to drift away but you have always noticed. Hange's intuition was sharp but yours brimmed enough to get you into trouble. You worked under Yelena's orders, the only agreement being set was Hange's survival and safety. In a way, you betrayed everyone.
Yelena has always known that your loyalty falters in a way that only fulfills your desire to protect Hange. She has to take you out. But your spirit was one for luck and survival, escaping her torture with a few bullets and shrapnel slowly slicing away your insides. Rain fell as you stumbled outside, dragging your weak form to the shady foliages with nothing but a pistol in hand. You followed the soldiers Yelena ordered to chase Hange, taking them out one by one from the sidelines. The sun began to sink into the horizon, blurring your vision as you crawled to the hundreds of leaves and twigs littered in the forest. It had been hours before you set Hange free but you had to find them somehow. The plan of the enemy finally pieced itself together in your head, but you have to find Hange to trust this information. Gunshots were heard from afar, two bullets fired, and no screams. You glimpsed Hange's form hidden behind a tree, defending themself from the onslaught.
You stumbled past the forest in desperation, your mind in extreme alert drawing out your pistol. You should have known this would happen. A soundless scream escaped your throat as soldiers from both sides erupted from the bushes. It was one of those moments when one forgets that their soul was attached to their body. Once, it happened to you when Hange accidentally burned their arm on a burning pot. Their scream triggered your insides, making you rushed past everything, knocking everything on your way just to get to them.
This time, your body burned from injury, numb from the bullets destroying your insides as you ran to them. You didn't stop until Hange was in your arms, shoving them towards a path the Marleyan soldiers didn't know. You kept Hange from the line of bullets, shielding them like a bird spreads its wings in protection.
After the gunshots ceased, Hange's hands found their way to your back, supporting your weakened, paling body right in their arms.
Hange brushed the hair out of your face, the strands leaving a soaked blood trail on your face and neck. Their hands clasped the back of your head, whispering almost in prayer for you to hold on and stay, for God's sake. Hange could almost feel your heartbeat getting distant, their resolved thinning to threads as they saw you drift away.
You grasped their hand, wincing as you held them tight enough. Your lips moved weakly, letting them know the information you need to cough out. All the plans of Marley, the Rumbling, all the threats awaiting the Alliance— information you knew Hange would use wisely.
Hange's tears spilled, their mind could not listen when all they could feel was your blood in their hands. How could they be so foolish to doubt your love and allegiance? Why would you let yourself play such a dangerous role just to end up dying in their arms?
"Hange, listen to me," your forehead leaned against theirs. You wanted to place a gentle kiss on their lips if only your mouth wasn't full of blood. "You have to go now, sweetheart. It's not safe here anymore."
Your lip trembled, eyes watering at the sight of Hange's tear-stained face. You forced your eyes close as if shutting down the aching.
"I'm sorry."
You choked out your sorrow, clinging to them as your vision blurred.
"I'm not leaving you here." Hange dismissed your plead to make them go, eager to carry you to safety once again. They clung to the hope that you could be saved, that this was like any other time they were able to save you. They always do, don't they?
Hange attempted to lift you off the cold ground once more but stopped as soon as they saw you winced in pain, putting a hand on their shoulder to stop them. You shook your head weakly, squeezing their hand gently as they set you back down again, holding you in defeat in their arms.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry..." Hange sobbed on your shoulder. An apology for all the time lost, for doubting your love, for not being able to save you this time. Hange's mind was nothing but regrets and apologies, wishing to every god to take them back in time. Their chest heaved as they held you but you smiled through bloodied lips, putting a hand over their heart.
"Hange," you began, death's touch running over your lips. "I'm a horrible woman. A traitor and a liar. But please know that I love you..."
I love you so much.
Your sobs prompted the struggle in your throat, blood, and words halting your speech. People would say that your life would flash before your eyes, but yours played as a gentle memory full of Hange as if your life began with them. Your world, your light.
The rain fell gently against your skin, washing the blood off your cheeks. Strangled sobs erupted from Hange's throat, their pain thick against the air.
"You're not. And even if you were, I'd still love you," Hange muttered, a silent pause came before they said, "I was ready to leave it all behind..."
A smile cracked on your lips at their confession. For a moment, you imagined what would it feel like to run away and leave with them. Probably live in a simple cottage house by the seaside, away from war and chaos.
Your head leaned against their chest as you said, "Stay with me just a little longer..."
Hange kissed your forehead, their warm tears getting washed by the rain. "I'm not going anywhere..."
You could feel yourself slipping away, your mind lost in a neverending haze. Something inside you wanted to scream and beg for another chance. Despite your wishes to accept things as they are, you don't want Hange to be left alone in such an unforgiving world.
"I'm not ready to die yet... so, my love, please live for me..." your mouth moved for the last time, the sorrow within replaced by a small smile as you felt Hange's lips on yours for the last time.
Hange wanted to wail against the rain, beating the loudness of thunder and the intensity of the downpour. There should be pain, anger, and even a desire for revenge but none came. Freezing emptiness was all there was.
Even as night fell, Hange refused to let you go, and your body turned colder than the blowing wind. Their mind only ran with one thought of going after you, of wishing for a life beyond where they could see your smiling face again. But Hange knows you wanted them to live on, to bear you in their heart, and live for the two of you. They wanted to fight this war carrying your resolve, strength, and devotion to make a just, peaceful world for those you loved.
Cold surrounded them deeper into the night. Hange kept their arms on yours, shivering against the biting cold with no intention to move aside and leave your body alone. At some point, their eyes would dry out and every sound they make would hurt their throat. Hange's head rested against yours as they fell deeper into slumber, dreaming of a collapsing world of boundless cruelty where everyone asking for help has your voice.
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Be Careful Not to Spill
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Marleyan! reader
Synopsis: Eren does not agree with the euthanasia plan and he will show them, with a little help from you.
Warnings: AOT S4 spoilers, violence, misogyny, dubcon, noncon, forced pregnancy.
Word Count: 2149
As a Marleyan you know three things as a fact.
One, the Eldians are monsters and they deserve every hate this world has to offer.
Two, to keep the balance from tipping, violence is necessary.
Three, the island beyond the sea is where the enemies are.
Or at least, that was what you were told.
When you find your ship being lifted off the waters, you start to consider if everything that was instilled in your brain is true.
You wanted to come to the island with clear judgement, free of prejudice, but it was difficult to do so when your ship is thrown to the ground, sending you to your knees, and breaking your skin.
They held Niccolo hostage apparently.
He is afraid, you can see in the way he shakes and how he screams in desperation as he asks for the Eldians to be shot despite the fact that it would cost him his life.
An honorable deed.
But then again, who would want to be taken alive by these devils?
The captain aims his gun but you walk over to him and place your delicate hand on the barrel to lower it down.
"What are you doing, Miss Y/N?" The captain demands.
You smile at him sardonically. "Are you that desperate to have your comrades die or can you not see that titan behind us?"
He glanced at the looming titan and he wobble on his feet. Yet the panic in his eyes was quick to turn into madness and he pushes you hard and aimed at the Eldian.
"Say hello to this!"
A gunshot rings on your ears and pieces of what should be inside his skull splattered on the deck.
A hand was offered for you to take. You thank Yelena and you stand by the taffrail and you try to put on a polite smile.
Negotiation is the only option you have.
"We'll gladly take up your offer." You announce, ignoring the commotion of the other soldiers around you as your comrades spring to action. "Shall we have a cup of tea?"
You are quick to establish rapport and gain their confidence, after years and years of being Marley's military strategist taught you how to bargain with people. Apparently, the same principles still apply in this corner of the world.
It was all falling into place.
The pieces start to fit together.
But you miscalculated.
You let yourself get too immersed of being a part of the people of the island.
And you notice how your eyes always seek him in crowds.
How your heart pounds when he is close.
How he can win an argument, with you not even trying to defend yourself as your brain struggles to keep up.
Eren clicks his tongue at another easily won conversation with you.
He wanted to hold a longer conversation, to rile you up and get you to tell him about your true intentions. But all he ever got from you were nods, it infuriated him how you always avoided his eyes.
He leaves you in your previously shared table.
And you wanted nothing more but to curl up and curse yourself for acting as you did.
It unnerved Eren, how tame you were. He understood that there is a something that is being kept from him but you had no business offering him your hanky when he transforms back into human form after a quick test supervised by you, the highly regarded strategist of their enemy country.
He takes the sickeningly sweet-smelling piece of the softest fabric that he has ever had the chance of touching, his eyes never leaving your face, which erupted in a flush, mumbling a quick excuse and scurrying away.
There was nothing smart about you.
There was nothing cunning about you.
You were just a lovesick fool.
And Eren knew it.
It would be a shame to not make the most out of it.
How does the Marleyan military function?
Suddenly, he was holding doors open for you.
What happens if soldiers receive injuries from a war?
He's constantly bumping into you and offering to carry your papers filled with your intricate plans to bring this country to the ground.
“Carefull, you’re spilling.” Eren carries the bowl of water that you were struggling not to slosh around and placed it in front of your stallion.
Your horse mysteriously collapses to the ground even though you made sure that it was well rested and well fed, making you have to ride on Eren's horse as he was quick to offer.
Eren hops off and clasps his large hands round your plump waist. He easily lifts you back to the ground. You flinch when he drags his hands to your hips but you try to think none of it, he was just steadying you.
Of course, he meant nothing by it.
Especially when you see him in Mikasa's embrace and seeing Eren kissing Mikasa's forehead brought you back to your senses.
It was difficult.
You were sent there to see the plan through.
But now, you were too occupied in thinking if your presence was ever significant to him, even just for a while.
It was gnawing on you.
Perhaps it was for the best.
Eliminating any traces of your affection for him would make the execution of the plan go smoothly.
It was not like it was supposed to go anywhere in the first place.
Naturally, anywhere where Eren is not, surprisingly becomes disorderly, and in need of your exceptional wisdom.
They needed you there, you don't care if you've checked their progress twice within that hour already. They're in need of your help and you are required to stay there.
Traveling from one base to another was the best possible option.
That way, you could monitor your people more closely.
And you will not have to worry about certain individuals who will make you question your value in their lives again.
Especially not one of these devils.
"Eren just arrived at camp."
You sit straighter as if a rod of steel materializes on your back. Your eyes snap to Floch.
"That is not possible, he was supposed to be in-"
"Don't assume that we are telling you everything, Marleyan." He spat.
Your brows furrow.
You witnessed racism more times than you can count but you have never been on the receiving side of it.
Until now.
Of course.
You are a fool.
You just gave yourself to them as hostage now, haven’t you?
The answers came to when you could no longer be permitted to go out of your tent.
Meals were served to you and the only times that sunlight touched you was when you have to go to bathrooms.
"I admired how well you could make everyone, including yourself, believe your lies."
You look up from the crackling fire when you hear the voice and you are quick to slip your bookmark between the pages of your book.
"How have you been?"
He scoffs. “Let’s skip the formalities. I know about Zeke’s plan.”
You stand up, sighing. Eyes flashing to the letter opener, knowing how futile it was against Eren but its presence brings you a false sense of reassurance.
“Tea?” You ignore him as you pour yourself a cup of the golden-brown liquid.
It was difficult not to spill when you feel him step behind you, his warm breath making the hair on your nape stand on end. You feel his fingers supporting your elbow when you accidentally pour a good amount on the saucer.
“Careful. You’re spilling.”
You gently place the tea pot on the table, swallowing the lump on your throat. “I need to meet with Yelena. Could you arrange a trip for me? Your people are adamant on having me remain here but frankly I do not see the need to-”
You gasp when Eren’s firm hands grasp your jaw, squishing your cheeks together as he lifts your chin up to make you meet his eyes.
“What makes you think you have the right to decide for our race to die out?”
His voice made your blood freeze up, your fingers turning cold and numb as you feel your knees buckle, and you would have long collapsed if Eren was not holding you too tightly.
Eren found it pathetic how tears were quick to erupt in your eyes, making your lashes clump together.
“It is necessary.”
His grip tightens.
“Eren, please. You’re hurting me.”
He almost did not hear you from how small and quivery your voice has become, losing its natural serene yet commanding tone.
One corner of his lip rises, a flash of his teeth made him look more menacing. “Did you honestly think you could come to the Island of the devils and leave unscathed?”
Before you could process his words, you feel the world tip and your impact against the table sent a sharp blow to your rib which made you suffocate on your own breath, the pain making it difficult for you to take in air. You could only slam your fist on Eren’s chest when he flips you on your back.
Your blood red dress decorated with the finest lace was ripped.
It had you realizing despite the panic that previously scrambled your thoughts.
“Unhand me!” You screamed.
The cold blunt edge of the letter opener dug on your hips when Eren held you down by placing his large hand on your abdomen.
“You’ll be coming back to Marley with a little souvenir.”
You choked up, eyes begging as pleas spill from your delicate mouth.
Eren was getting drunk on your fear.
He was quick to undo the strings holding his clothing and he leans down to press his body against yours, smothering you with his heat as he skims his nose along your cheeks that has gone streaked with tears.
“You’re so pathetic, you know that?” He catches your bloated lip between his teeth as his deep green eyes stare intently in your eyes that are blurred with tears. “You are not meant to be in a war.”
You are so beautiful it almost physically hurt him.
And he hated it.
Rough fingers glide on your hips and thighs.
“Women like you should be staying at home.” You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes close when he spreads your delicate petals. “Nursing a child.” He gathers your sweet nectar and taints your lips with it. “All the while, heavy with another one on the way.”
You cry out when his thumb traces your sweet pearl.
He lifts your arms to place them on his well-built shoulders as he rests himself against your flower that is slowly blooming just for him.
Eren’s eyes land on your bosom and he is quick to notice the buds becoming perky.
His lips part to take them in his mouth and your legs kick up in surprise, his name dripping from your tongue like the sweetest honey.
In contrast to all that he is, Eren nibbled on your bud so gently it had you clenching your thighs on both sides of his hips and you accidentally call his name so dearly, startling the two of you.
You come to your senses and try your hardest to push him away when he lifts your hips to place his tip on your untouched flower.
“Eren, please stop!” You cry out.
It falls on deaf ears as Eren sheaths himself between your quivering legs. He groans against your neck as he feels your juices sliding on his heavy balls, slowly dripping on his hulking thighs.
He breathes against your shoulder and snapped his hips.
You scream, feeling your dignity being peeled away. Every thrust sends your breath hitching. He was unforgiving, bruising your shoulder with his grip as he used it for leverage to sink deeper into you as if wanting to sear this fragment of time in your head, to keep him immortalized in your memory.
He can’t let his brother’s plan be fulfilled. He won’t allow it.
Marley’s name would be shamed with the result of this union.
Their esteemed strategist all rounded up because of Eren Jaeger, a devil from Paradis.
You let out the most beautiful song as you seized up against him and he captured your lips as you gush around him.
He can’t lose this.
Eren growled as he pulled you closer to him, you fear your bodies might mold as one. He kisses your cervix and showered your velvet walls with his thick seed.
You cover your face with your hands, not wanting to face the monster that defiled you.
He pulls your hands by your wrists and cups your face to kiss your jaw. He straightens up and pulls himself out of your warmth, sending his milky seed trickling out of you.
Eren clicks his tongue and presses your thighs close.
“Carefull, you’re spilling.”
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I think these two panels demonstrate one of the key, fundamental differences between Levi and Zeke, which I want to delve into.
I've talked before about Zeke's narcissism, and I think the above panels of him are really exemplary of that personality trait in him. But it's even more obvious when compared to the panels of Levi's monologue, because they're both talking about and demonstrating basically the same thing. That is, self-sacrifice to attain a certain outcome.
That self-sacrifice being getting their hands dirty, taking on the role of "the monster" in order to achieve their end goal.
But the key difference lies in what that end goal is, and that in turn exposes both the truth of Levi's words, and the falsity of Zeke's.
Levi is willing to get his hands dirty, to make the sacrifice of engaging in quote on quote "monstrous acts" in order to give people the freedom to choose for themselves, whether good or ill, while Zeke is willing to get his hands dirty, to make the "sacrifice" of engaging in "monstrous acts", but in order to choose for people, while calling it freedom and mercy.
The above panels of Zeke always struck me as deeply insincere, because there's a heavy quality of self-aggrandizement and self-pity to them. He's entirely focused on his own pain, in having to make the "hard choice" of killing two children, having the gall to look sad while doing it, while completely failing to acknowledge or even recognize Falco's and Colt's pain, pain he's causing by taking away, not only their autonomy and choice, but their very lives. He says he cares for Falco, too, so it's "a shame", then, that he has to do what he's about to, which is turn Falco into a titan, killing Colt in the process, all so he can use Falco as a weapon against Reiner. This after Colt had begged him desperately to let he and his brother get out of range before he screamed, not even trying to stop Zeke from going through with his plan, but just asking that he spare them. The "shame", for Zeke, isn't that Falco and Colt have to die, it's that he has to make the choice to kill them, that the burden is placed on him. He feels bad for himself, here, not these two children. Zeke claims to be doing this for the "greater good", to set people "free" from the burden of living, that his actions are noble and good and merciful because it's to end the Eldian people's suffering. But, again, the lie of that is exposed by Zeke's intentions. In the larger context of Zeke's obvious enjoyment in the torture and murder of others, his feigned remorse here only becomes more absurd and rings hollow. He's convinced himself it's for selfless reasons, but you know it's not, because he actually takes pride in his "strength" for being able to do these things. He thinks it's something deserving of praise. He thinks he's special for being able to do what he thinks no one else can, for understanding what he thinks needs to be done.
By contrast, Levi's words and remorse rings true, because he's plainly acknowledging his act of torturing Sannes as something ugly and monstrous, knowing it isn't something noble or good or heroic. He doesn't think he deserves praise or recognition for it, or that he's special for doing it. On the contrary, he calls himself "abnormal". He thinks there's something wrong with him for being able to do it. Not special, and not unique, the way Zeke thinks of himself, but as if he’s this way because he’s seen too much screwed-up stuff in his life, and he’s trying to prevent that from happening to anybody else. It’s a role he's willing to take on if it means no one else having to do the same. If it saves them from being damned in the same way. He's so upset by Historia's initial refusal to accept her role as queen for the self-pitying reason of not feeling good enough for it, precisely because he knows if she doesn't assume that role, it's only going to lead to more people getting hurt, having to engage further in the ugly sort of business he's just gotten through with Sannes, and he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to have to hurt anyone, and he doesn’t want anyone else to have to hurt anyone. He doesn't enjoy it. He recognizes it as something terrible and cruel, and also recognizes the toll it takes on him, and the toll it will take on everyone else if they should be forced to it. He’s willing to take that burden onto himself, bearing the weight of that burden, suffering that burden, as long as no one else has to go through it, as long as it keeps more of that sort of thing from happening. As long as it keeps anyone else, essentially, from turning out like him.
And here again, we see a key difference in Levi’s and Zeke’s mindsets. Whereas Zeke thinks everyone else should see things his way, and accept his view, indeed tries to force everyone to accept his view and his solution, (that classic narcissism again), Levi is actively trying to ensure nobody else has to live through the same “abnormal” circumstances he did, in the hopes they don’t end up like him, having to think about and do these ugly things he does, instead of developing into the people they could be if only their lives were better.
Because when he says he chooses the hell of people killing each other over the hell of being eaten, he means he wants people to be able to choose for themselves how they live and die, rather than that choice being made for them. And again, that's the key difference here between Levi and Zeke, and what gives these two scenes a completely opposing feel to one another.
Zeke is making hard choices in order to take people's freedom and choices away from them, deciding for them what they should be, making himself out to be a hero in the process, while Levi is making hard choices in order to give people the freedom to decide for themselves what they want to be, whether that’s good or bad, making himself into a "monster" so that they at least get the choice to be something else.
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Break Me Slowly|Part 15|Yandere Levi x Evelyn
(A/N: It's so crazy to think that 15 parts is already here, and the amount of love and support shown to these two has been amazing! As stated before but incase anyone didn't see, NSFW and smut will not be cut out of the main story! There will still be smut scenes and the dom Levi we all know. Thank you guys so much for the support, and once this series ends I would love to do one in the same universe but it's not only Reiner's POV but a Reiner x reader because let's be honest the one-sided pining is killing us. Also you guys will be able to tell that I've been waiting to write this chapter.)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Get out, get out, that's all she could think about. It was gone, everything Evelyn wanted was gone. Where even was Reiner? Was he killed too? All the people crushed by rubble, it was just like the Titans all over again. She was too late, she didn't stop whatever was supposed to happen from happening. So many dead, all because of her, and now Levi was here, he was coming to take her away. The terror gripping her is finally what made her stop, Gabi's hand slipping out hers.
"What are you doing? We're supposed to be running-"
A shake of the head clears her thoughts enough to form a stupid lie. "I-...I should go help the others- they're in danger and I have to help-!" Evelyn sprints in the opposite direction, pretending to return to the heated battle. When in reality she ducks down the nearest alleyway, forcing her head between her legs and sitting on the ground to calm her breathing, her own vomit staining the ground. She was a damn coward, countless battles she had fought in her career, a hardened veteran, one of the few who made it back, and because of one man she was shaking in fear. "Get ahold of yourself-"
"Miss? Miss are you alright? We can bring you to safety-"
Evelyn looks into the face of a Marley soldier, but all she sees in the rifle in his hand, with that she could keep Levi away. A thought comes to mind, a plan racing through her mind. "I can't get up, I think the rubble injured my leg-"
The soldier looks around before pulling a wobbly crutch from the body of a dead civilian. "Will this help?"
She nods and takes it, standing in mock pain. Now facing forward he can see the armband Reiner gave her, while it was red like the other warriors, the soldier still made a face of disgust. "Come with me Eldian."
The moment he turns, she raises the crutch as high as she can and brings it down on his head with the most force she can muster, the sickening crack on his skull ringing in her ears.
The man falls, and Evelyn uses the situation to grab the rifle and fire a shot off into his head, no witnesses, no one Levi could find and torture for the truth. Sure she was thinking a little too far ahead but she didn't doubt Levi's methods of returning her to his clutches. She takes off, running and running, not sure where else to go but away from the chaos.
But even if she did, where would she go? As long as they both lived he'd come looking for her. Every corner of the earth would be scoured until she was safe again his bed. Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks and stared down at the gun, what if...during all this Levi was killed in action by an unknown bullet? She'd be safe, she could go home..
Hope of a better life propelled her to the top of that building, there was no scope but she had a full clip of bullets. She searched for him among the screams and blood, Eren's carnage almost made her lose her nerve of being so close to the frontline. But the glimpse of her husband focused her once again.
A shot was fired, and missed, if only he would stop moving she could aim properly. Another shot and missed, and another, and another. She was desperate, not taking the time to aim as she should as the thought of returning to him filled her mind. The dreaded click of an empty chamber made her freeze, there had to be more! She couldn't be out! Not now! Evelyn threw the gun down on the roof tiles, frustrated, she had to find more.
"It's one of those dirty devil warriors." A voice from behind her said.
She turns, three soldiers close in on her, she couldn't get down now without breaking a leg, or her neck. How stupid did she have to be to not check her surroundings? Now she was vulnerable and at the mercy of gravity or the whims of angry men. Slowly Evelyn backed to the edge, she didn't have a plan, what could she do? Her feet struggled to stay on the tip of the roof, before eventually slipping, making her lose her balance and plummet rapidly towards the approaching ground.
The wind whistled in her ears as she fell, maybe finally she would die and be free of this hell. She didn't want to die, but maybe this was a sign that it's what needed to happen. The child in her stomach would perish as well, but maybe that was for the best, if she lived then she could love and nurture it, and not leave it to its cruel father. All this and more rushed through her head, her life achievements, and what little they amounted to.
She hit something, and then she was rising. If this is what the afterlife was it wasn't so bad, warmth and rising towards heaven. She felt...safe. A rare thing to feel.
It lasted until her eyes travelled up, Levi's face not focused on her, but on where they were going. He had snatched her from the paradise of life after death, selfishly wanting to keep her alive long enough to satisfy his desire.
She was set down in the floating ship, Levi taking only a moment to check her for any injury before flying off again. He didn't know, he couldn't have known that she had just tried and failed to kill him, if he did, he wouldn't act so concerned. Or maybe he had changed, but no, the thought was too ridiculous, he could never change.
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Levi studied his wife as he took off his gear, the death of his Scouts and even that of Sasha's was irrelevant when it came to her. What had she been doing in Marley? Why hadn't she made contact according to Eren. What kept her so damn busy? The way she avoided eye-contact wasn't helping his suspicions either.
"Evelyn." His voice was stern as he stood beside her.
"Captain." Her voice was cold, unfeeling, like her fear had died down.
His eye twitched before his foot contacted her jaw, busting her lip open and making it bleed, her face would bruise soon. "I don't like your attitude. You're gone for this long and this is how you treat me?"
Evelyn wipes her lip, studying the blood for a moment. "Nice to see you again too honey-"
"Watch it. Keep it up and I'll have you blow me in front of everyone."
To her credit she remains quiet, not daring to push him further but eyeing him with discontent.
"Much better. Now are you hurt anywhere?"
"Just a couple scratches and bruises."
"Glad to hear it, Petra!"
Almost instantly the woman in question appears, most likely waiting for a chance to be near her Captain again. She's all smiles looking at him, but her expressions change a few times when looking at Evelyn. "You called for me Levi?"
"Make sure my wife is fed and kept warm, she's done a lot in the past month." Levi takes his long green military coat and puts it around Evelyn's shoulders. "I'll be back love." With a kiss on the forehead he exits, most likely to interrogate their new prisoner.
The two women scowl at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.
Eventually Petra does, her arms crossed. "Hungry?"
"Well actually-"
"You know I was actually hoping to talk to you about something."
"I mean, go ahead?"
"Since you've been gone Levi's been kind of, needy- It's obvious that he never gives you a moment's peace does he?"
"I guess you could say so, why?"
"Be honest, you can barely keep up with his appetite. And, in the name of friendship, I've found a way to help get him off your back."
Evelyn is surprised, she always had a sneaking suspicion Petra didn't like her, but now she was willing to make her married life better. "Oh really? What is it?"
"Why don't you think about, opening your marriage?"
She blinks a few times to make sure she heard correctly. "Excuse me?"
"Well then he could have another outlet for his desires and you could get some rest."
"And let me guess, you want that outlet to be you?"
She blushes. "I-I'm not saying that, but I'd be open-"
Evelyn scoffs. "Of course you are, you're just looking to sleep with my husband you fucking whore."
Petra becomes visibly angry, upset that Evelyn would call her out like this. "How dare you! He should've been with me from the start, you just toy with his feelings and don't give him the love he deserves!"
"You don't know a damn thing about my marriage Petra, you don't know what kind of person he is. You don't know the things I know. You're head over heels to a man you've only scratched the surface on, I know who he is, I know what he is. And damn it he's the biggest fucking asshole known to man but I'll be damned if some bitch thinks it's fine to suck his dick when he's got a ring on his finger."
She's shocked and offended that Evelyn threw her love for Levi out the window like that. How dare she, Petra should push her right out the window and rid Levi of this bitch. Even as Evelyn steps in the opposite direction that Levi had come from minutes ago Petra can barely control the rage building up inside her. If only she knew while plotting such murderous thoughts that there was someone on the other side of the door listening in on their conversation.
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The one thing Evelyn never missed about the Survey Corps was reports, meaningless hours of eye-witness details surrounding a mission. It felt like no matter how much she described Erwin and Levi were still suspicious of what had exactly gone on, however she couldn't exactly blame them, telling either of them about the pregnancy was out of the question, they couldn't know.
"And you say that Braun offered you a place to stay out of his own free will? What could have been his angle?"
This was the part she kept repeating, while the two had been equally interrogating her when it came to describing her time with Reiner, Levi was deadly quiet.
"That's correct, although I suspect the angle was to win my trust."
Levi stared at his wife, jealousy burning through him, that punk bastard had tried to seduce his wife, he knew it. Taking her in to pounce on her vulnerability. If he ever saw that asshole again he would make sure he would never see another sunrise.
He glanced up and saw a familiar shape filling the small crack in the doorway. Exhaustion had kept either from mentioning the altercation Evelyn had with Petra the night before, and much to his annoyance exhaustion had kept them from doing something else he wanted too, but that was for another time.
"Will you excuse me a minute Commander?"
Erwin nods and Levi takes his leave, quickly stepping into the hall and chasing Petra down the hall.
"Petra wait-"
She turns, sunshine and rainbows as if their last interaction had never happened. "Captain?"
He puts on a mask of embarrassment. "About last time...I'm sorry, I just, reacted. I was testy over Evelyn being gone for so long. I hope there aren't any hard feelings."
She beams. "Of course not-! I understand, I do. And it's okay, it's been rough on you."
"Tell me about it. Ever since she came back-" He sighs. "I don't know, she's not the same."
"Oh?" The lack of concern in her voice is blatant, but he chooses to ignore it.
"She's just been avoiding me, and...I don't know. This isn't the place to talk about it."
Petra boldly touches his arm. "Is there somewhere you'd like to talk about it?"
"Well...she's in for interrogation, so the house will be empty. If you'd like."
Right on schedule she agrees, taking his arm as the two take the short walk home.
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When they arrive he sets her down in the living room, choosing to sit beside her and rest his hand on her leg. "It's been a while since it was just us Petra."
Once again her cheeks colour. "Yes it has..."
"Why did we stop?"
"Well, your marriage, it didn't seem right."
He sighs. "My marriage. What a mistake."
"You really think so?"
"If I had known I would be denied my marital rights I would've gone to someone else ages ago."
"Oh you poor thing, you're needy aren't you?" She takes his head in her hands, turning him towards her.
"So needy-" His voice is husky as she brings him in towards her lips. Until suddenly he pulls away. "Wait, not like this. I want it to be special."
"It?" She asks nervously.
"The moment you've been waiting for right?"
"Well, yes-"
"Then wait right there and close your eyes."
She follows his instructions, excited to finally have the moment she's been dreaming of come true. Her, and the love of her life. They could be together and he would leave Evelyn for her. Tingles raced up and down Petra's skin as she heard his footsteps renter the room, although she silently cursed herself for not wearing sexier panties into work today.
"I'm ready for my surprise now Levi." She says, heart racing as she hears him closer, letting out a little giggle. "Aren't you going to say something? Keeping me in suspense here."
Unease fills her, he was quiet, too quiet. Just as she's about to open her eyes his soft hands come to her neck, comforting her instantly. She was so wrong to doubt him.
"Shh my love...you'll have your reward now."
Petra could melt, how could Evelyn not appreciate this sexy and thoughtful man, getting this every night would be heaven. She sighs, truly this was worth the wait.
Or it was, until Levi's belt tightened around her neck, cutting off air. Her eyes flew open, clawing at him, the leather, anything, but there was no give.
"Evelyn was right you know, there's a lot you don't know about me." His voice was still that velvety soft calm.
She fought harder, she couldn't even cry out, he was too strong, this isn't what she imagined.
"You could never have truly loved me Petra." He chuckles once. "I'm not the man I seem to be. I rape my wife every night in an attempt to get her pregnant, beat her within an inch of her life if she refuses. I've starved, hit, overstimulated, and denied Evelyn every sensation, all to break her mind and make her my perfect housewife. I forced her to marry me after blackmailing Erwin, claiming anyone else she's crazy if the truth comes out." Again he laughs. "It's kinda nice getting this all out to someone. Thank you."
Petra feels weaker with each second, her attempts to fight back less and less potent.
"When I catch her trying to escape I lock her away, she's my prisoner. And anyone who comes between us, like you, is disposed of." He increases the pressure on her throat. "I've killed twelve people in the past month alone, I guess after you I'll have to break the unlucky number."
She feels herself fading, the image of this perfect man shredded before the stars in her eyes. Her world fading to black at the hands of the man she once loved.
"You got in between us Petra, only I have a right to say those things to my wife. You've insulted her and our marriage for the last time. May the fiery pits of hell open up for you my friend."
Levi drops her limp body, pushing it from the couch to the floor, making quick work of going to the shed and returning with an axe. Swinging blow after blow as he cuts her body to ribbons. Blood splatters everywhere, but in the high of death it barely phases him, this is how far he would go for his beloved.
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Evelyn opens the door to the house, she was a little surprised Levi let her walk home alone but she wasn't one to complain about a bit of freedom. It was dark and quiet, it seemed like no one was home at first, until she noticed the flicker of the fireplace in the living room.
"Levi? Are you home?"
As she steps in the room her whole body freezes, the blood, the body, all of it sinking in. She was horrified, but it didn't affect her as much as it should have. Levi's murderous rampages had become normal as of late, and she had killed a maid or two herself.
He sits on the couch in front of the body, smoking, he only did this when he had killed someone, the smoke filling the air hiding his piercing gaze.
"Come here." He motions to her without meeting her eyes.
With nothing to say she complies, sitting beside him on the couch, staring at the disfigured mess that was Petra. He was terrifying, but she knew he would protect her at whatever cost, that was oddly comforting.
Evelyn held her stomach, praying that she could find some way to tame this monster before his child was born.
#attack on titan#break me slowly#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi x oc#levi x reader#shingeki no kyojin#yandere levi#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi x reader
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A birthday gift for @moonspirit !!! Wrote a little drabble to go alongside this as well, for better context.
Christopher squints at the newspaper in his hand, as if the photograph would sharpen on its own after witnessing his effort. No less than a miracle is needed here, to fix a photograph taken by a semi broken camera and printed by a semi broken press.
There's rust everywhere.
Though perhaps, just the fact that he's holding a newspaper at all is a miracle. That he was one of the lucky few who caught a train and escaped. That his family lays in pulps somewhere, while he sits cross-legged on the ground, staring at a fucking newspaper.
"Armin Arlert, pictured with former female titan, Annie Leonhardt." He says the name printed just below the blurry photograph, tongue twisting as he struggles to pronounce these foreign, Eldian names.
"Savior of humanity." He grumbles, before the ration bell rings, and the newspaper is forgotten.
#happy birthday ily 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳 🎂🎂🎂🎂 ❤️❤️❤️#snk#aot#armin arlert#annie leonhardt#aruani#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#my art#fanart
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Eremika Drabble | His Beautiful Mikasa
cw!age gap, implied cheating, angst, kinda 18+
Hizuru, 1910
Eren Yeager is a nobleman from Paradis who falls in love with a noble young girl from Hizuru, Mikasa. he met her for the first time while visiting a teahouse close to his temporary luxury inn.
And it seems that the beautiful young girl also has an interest in him…
He was in love, Eren Yeager was in love…
For the first time, at the age of 32 years old now.
Skin as white as milk, felt soft as silk when they touched. Hair as black as night, straight and long, beautiful lips that he wanted to kiss, oh no, maybe he wanted to do something more intimate, dirty and wild.
Eren knows that the feelings he has for that young girl are wrong, he already has a wife and two beautiful sweet daughters, resulting from political and business marriages, without ties of love.
One day Eren was tempted, tempted to take her to the wheat field near his inn. Far from the reach of people and his personal assistant who usually inform his wife about everything.
The young girl with flushed cheeks took the initiative, she stripped herself slowly and surely. She wanted to show the man God's most beautiful creation that she had.
Eren swallowed hard with difficulty, while continuing to emit dirty and nasty compliments to his beautiful Mikasa. They made out passionately, Eren taught Mikasa many intimate lovely things, things that Eren was sure had never been done by a young virgin girl. The strange and funny Eldian with hizuruan accent that came out of Mikasa's sweet lips made Eren even more passionate about making love and thrusting himself inside her, moans like a melody ringing in his ears. Eren sprit everything he's been holding back since meeting Mikasa, but does that stop? no… their intimate activities will continue until the sun goes down.
They were in the wheat field, with sticky body, covered with sperm, covered only in thick blankets. It was all a parting gift from Eren, he will be returning home to Paradis in a few weeks.
But something held him back when he was about to return to his country, Mikasa came to his inn soaking wet from the rain, Eren hugged her fragile body, not caring if he got wet too. Kissing the head with words of affection. His beautiful Mikasa was crying, something he didn't want to see. so calm Eren asked Mikasa to say something. The young girl was shaking, she said that she was thrown out of her house, her family would kill her.
Because of she…
is pregnant…
the seed of her love with the man she loves, Eren Yeager.
However, a child who not conceived or born in lawful wedlock are not something to be proud of, they say it is a disgrace that must be destroyed.
Eren didn't know how to react, this news was a blessing or a disaster for him.
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i see the fanart and dang! i have idea to write drabble
#eremika au#eremika#mikasa ackerman#eren yeager#eren yeager au#mikasa ackerman au#eren x mikasa#eren x mikasa au#comeli's writing
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Working Title : OUT OF OUR HANDS
WIP
Rated: M
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The Mountains of Hizuru were as beautiful as they had looked in the history books. He rolled down the automobiles windows to allow the crisp coastal breeze to keep him up. The trip from Odiha to Hizuru had been a last minute one without much comfort.
13 years had passed since Eren had trampled upon the world upon the citizens of the proud nation of the North Eastern sea. Luckily most of it was located upon mountainous islands full of caves which had served as natural bunkers. What had done many of the citizens and survivors had been lack of food. But still they stood. Not as old, grand and mysterious but still just as proud.
He pulled over into a rest stop. In the walls they would bury or burn the dead. Burials where costly because their was little room for cemeteries it needed to be made useful. Here the cemeteries where different they where streaming with life, trees, ponds and hillsides. They doubled as parks. This one was dedicated to the victims of the rumbling.
Their where statues made of marble and bronze of angels. Shoguns, emperors and heroes of the past. Alongside statues of those who had fallen from familymen who always helped the community and grandma’s. Their stories written on plaques in both Hizuruan and Eldian. Every tree and statue had a story written upon it. Some where beginning to grow out of eyelevel becoming last to future eyes.
In the center was a large marble structure that contained all the names of those lost in Hizuru in their complicated writing.
“Ambassador!”
He turned around and nodded his head at the frantic scout who he had left asleep in his backseat.
“Please -uh– refrain from leaving sir.”
“Sorry Yua. Just needed to stretch.”
“Don’t do it again. It’s my job to protect you.” The young scout insisted.
He sighed. Even during a time of relative peace in an empty park a soldiers duty never seased he supposed.
“I used to be a soldier too yuh know?”
“This is my first mission out the castle and My Empress trusted me with you.”
Jean cocked his brow and huffed from his nose. Mikasa had
“Do you happen to know the reason for this visit.”
The Yua simply shrugged in reply suddenly unable to look him in the eye.
“How old are you, Miss Tanaka?” He asked taking one last look at the memorial.
“18 years.”
He hummed. She had been 5 at the time. He turned around and followed her back to the automobile.
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The palace was lovely and fresh but it lacked the grandeur of the original which he had only seen in paintings and photographs but one day it would be. Kiyomi boasted about how the building of the palace was part of the economic plan. It was a joint project between Paradise and Hizuru, the first of many she hoped. The lumber had been issued from the island and some of the stone as well.
It had been a tactic to show peace and to share access to Hizurus knowledge and industry.
The workers who built it were in contract to work on all co-country projects and many of those in the village were on the state's payroll.
Unlike Eldian palaces that were closed off and tall like fortresses the structure was wider, only going as high as three stories but usually just two .
“How was it?” He asked Mikasa once they were left to themselves. She had been so quiet but her eyes looked so inquisitive the whole tour.
“I wish we had more time to see it …before.” Jean nodded in agreement. “But I try not to dwell, I don’t like getting angry at him.” Jean nodded again. He understood it was a useless sort of anger.
“Hey.” Jean whispered. Mikasa leaned in her face perplexed over the sudden shift in his demeanor. “Ring the bell.” He smirked, pointing at the button.
“It’s my first night here.” Mikasa rolled her eyes.
“Come on.” Jean pleaded.
It didn’t take much convincing.Mikasa never needed much convincing when it came to Jean.
Within the hour they had a cart full of food and drinks wheeled into their room by an awestruck servant girl who spoke slightly broken but good Eldian. They asked her to join them as they ate dessert and asked her about life in Hizuru, working at the palace and her life.
To both Jean and Mikasa’s surprise what she said aligned closely with Kiyomis version of the truth.
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Once entering the grounds he saw her sons first. The twins, So and Kaito, were hitting a topiary with wood swords as their older brother, Wren, was supervising, pointing every which way yelling unintelligible commands.
He had thought that he would resent maybe even hate the boys but he quickly found that he could never hate anything that came from Mikasa.
Yua yelled in Hizuran once the twins began climbing the decorative tree and bending it into odd shapes , causing Wren to begin crying and hollering to try to gain his authority back over the younger boys.
The twins screamed and laughed until they recognized Yua stomping towards them.
“See this is why I need a promotion.” She said in annoyance although her lips were tugged slightly upwards.
Jean stopped to wait for Yua to fish the boys out of the bushes.
He looked down, swearing he heard a small thump.
Wren was standing in front of him as stiff and straight as he could muster and was giving him the old military salute of the walls.
Jean mimicked the gesture and bowed. “Crowned Prince Wren.” He addressed the boy as though he were a commander, one day he would be after all.
“Mr.Ambassador Jean.” The boy mimicked a soldier's tone. Jean tried his best not to laugh at the stern little boy.
“How have you been? It's been five months.”
“Yes, since the winter.” Wren was smart. Some six year olds barely knew the months or their birthdays. But the prince was smart like both his mother and father.
“How has everything been since winter?”
“I started mine schooling with the other children. Kaito and So still learn with the ummm babies.” Wren seemed quite smug. “My Hizuran and Eldian are very good my mommy and father say so. Oh! A-and uhhh Miss Ao is upset at father right now!”
“Huh, why?”Jean asked, trying not to seem too interested.
Ao Tanaka was the emperor's mistress and very much the love of his life. At first Jean had hated the man for not loving Mikasa. The emperor had the person in which Jean coveted and was practically spitting upon the blessing. But with time he saw that the arrangement seemed to work for everyone and that the world was larger than what he had been raised to know after all.
Ao was a kind woman and had been from the emperors home village in the countryside. They had grown up together and at one point thought they would make a life together.That was until the rumbling happened and he became the best and most supported candidate to lead the nation.
He was a kind man as well; Jean supposed.
He wondered what that bastard had done. Ao can barely swat a fly without looking guilty; he couldn't imagine her being angry.Espcially not enough for even the kids to take notice.
“I’m not sure… maybe you can cheer her up. Your very funny uncle!”
“What happened to Ambassador.” Jean faked indignation. Wren simply laughed. He was a confident little boy. Most kids needed an adult on their knees to feel comfortable speaking but Wren could hold a conversation looking up with complete ease and cheerfulness.
“I’ll try my best.” Jean bowed deeply which made the boy giggle with delight. No one really bowed to him unless the event was formal. Both Mikasa and her husband agreed that it would spoil the boys.
So ran up to his brother muttering some unintelligible Hizuran/Eldian mishmash of a sentence (Wren seemed to understand the bilingual squishing of words perfectly.);Jean could swear he heard the word child.
This was followed by another scolding from Yua trying to get the twins to sit on their hands for a few minutes until they calmed down. She quickly gave Jean a glance that left him uneasy.
“I give up! Do as you will. I need to take the ambassador to your parents. I’m going to give Chiyo a whipping later.” She announced.He supposed that had been her replacement while she undertook her first mission.
Wren gave him and Yua a final salute before they disappeared through the heavy palace doors.
INFO SHEET
The Imperial family of Hizuru
Her majesty the Empress Mikasa Ackerman
His majesty the Emperor Arata Azumabito-Ito
Crowned Prince Wren Ackerman-Ito (both sounds Eldian for the bird and sounds Hizuran)
Prince So Ackerman-Ito
Prince Kaito Ackerman-Ito
Courtesan to the Emperor Ao Tanaka
Yua Tanaka, Scout and serves the Imperial family. 18 years old 5 at the time of the rumbling.
Kiyomi Azumabito - states woman and ambassador
Unified Nations Federation
Jean Kirstein, Lead Ambassador of Eldia and The Unified Nations Federation.
Reiner Braun, Ambassador of Eldia and The Unified Nations Federation.
Connie Springer, Ambassador of Eldia and The United Nations Federation.
Pieck Finger, Ambassador of Eldia and The United Nations Federation
The Government of Eldia
Queen Historia Reiss of Eldia
Armin Arlert, Minister of the Eldian Empire.
Annie Leonhart, Retired Ambassador, Assistant and body guard to the Minister
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My thoughts on the final special, skip to the end if you just want the review and not my hilarious commentary as i watched
The ringing in armins ears was a very nice touch
Armoured titan continues to do all the heavy lifting
Uh ohhhh
Adding scenes with onyankopon at the fort was nice
Getting to see more of the nine was really nice
Pieck solos fr
Pieck getting got by the tybur warhammer and reiner by porco and marcel is kinda hilarious
Connie solos frrr
MIKASA JUST FUCKING RAPID FIRE 3 THUNDERSPEARS WTF
Dude ymir HATES reiner bringing up his whole past
WHAT REINER DOESNT GET EATEN IN THE MANGA WHAT THE FUCK
Nvm he does i just checked i forgot
HOW IS REINER SO FUCKING INVINCIBLE
Jean forgiving reiner L take jean
SNAKE TITAN
BOOOOO GABI THROW HER OFF
Why is falcos titan green
LETS GOO ANNIE
"Where's Arm- i mean, Pieck" ARUANI ARE SO WINNINGGGGGG
Booooo dont kill eren let him win
The eldians should kill all the marleyans fuck them shoot their asses
THEY HAVE LIGHTNING AND FUCKING BOWS AND ARROWS?????
AND FUCKING SWORDA???? AND AXES
Pieck solos again
PIECK KEEPS SOLOING
Jean does not solo bro please
Mikasa not being able to fuckung speak lmaooo
Fucking gabi tryna shoot the titans dumbass tell her ass levi
Cringe Levi L take stomp them all out he doesnt regret his choice bcuz hr knows erwin wpuldve done the based thing and wiped out humanity outside the walls
Slingshot mikasa we stan
Oopsie
Annie doing parkour off the spine of the titan shes the real mvp
Armin having an out of body experience
Damn armin hates himself, based tbh hes a lil bitch
Fucl yea all thosw bitches and the giraffes getting trampled
YO COLLOSSALS ON THE LAVA THATS SO SICK
Millenia of history getting wiped out only paradis deserves to stand 💪💪💪💪
Zeke building his lil castle
Ey its the explanation
"Being alive means dying eventually" zeke youre not smart please stfu
Baby eren ❤️
Zeke and armin talking about the same thing but seeing entirely different things might genuinely be my favourite image in the entire series holy shit
AND SCYTHES
Bertie boys fighring for the love of his life bros so cucked
Ymir saving reiners life bros so cucked
Fucking gabi and her stupid rifle hate that bitch
Aruani stays winning
Krugers so cool bro
Why does zeke love being naked so much
Zekes always fucking up erens shit man
Cucktoldt is back
Zeke getting to reconcile with grisha was nice
Levi gettjng the fucking brawl sound affect for killimg zeke lmaook
Booooo why didnt the baby get thrown
Imagine being the last guy to fall off that cliff thatd suck ass
Jean finally did something
Reiner continues to fucking carry the entire plan by himself
If only armin used his nuke on more civilians </3 him getting held up was sick asf tho
Gabi got to live and her parents booooo kill them all
LET REINER FUCKING DIE HOLY SHIT
LETS GO ERENS ALIVE ABSOLUTE LEGEND
Boooo the eldians and marleyans are working together L bozos kill the marleyans every man woman and child
How did connie figure that out
Honestly id accepy jean and connie dying if it meant gabis bloodline being ended right now
That was such a nice send off for connie and jean im kine of mad its a fake out tbh
REINER CARRYING ONCE AGAIN
Mikasa stop getting fucking headaches and do your job holy shit
Uh oh cabin time
The why are you crying symmetry oo
Cabin erens a lil bitch
HES SO TALL
ROCK HIS SHIT EREN
Mikasas cut looks so good in this
HE TURNED ARMINS FACE TO RUBBLEEEE
Mikasas such a traitor
WHYD SHE CUT HIS HAIR
Mikasas a necrophiliac and ymirs a voyeur
Child armin looks so mich like a girl in mappas style
Whys he tryna make mikasa the mc in the last chapter 🤡🤡🤡
Eren killed his own mom what a madlad
Get rocked eren
Whys armins face like rhat
Its the "worst manga panel of all time"
A sea of blood thats beautiful
80% not enough it shouldve been 90% with only the 10% on paradis left
"Im sure the hell we went through has happened over and over" i actually dont think this has happened before armin
Gross hes holding hair and teeth
"It was at out feet but you were always looking at the distance" is a very nice allegory for freedom and drive
0/10 armin didnt kiss him as well
Still mad we dont get to see anyone elses converstions with eren, especially floch
Pieck is so unserious
MICHE AND PETRA ON SCREEN LETS GO 10/10 FINALE
gabi on screen 0/10 finale
"Give him a proper burial" his is ass does NOT deserve that
"Prove it" cant prove a negative dumbass this is why marley deserves to die theyre all dumbasses
Ymirs all grown up and is it too early to say—
Erehisu stans are so fucking fuming rn holy shit
JAEGERIST INSIGNIA IS SO FUXKING COOL SHIT
Nicoli on screen 0/10 finale
HITCH ON SCREEN 10/10 FINALE
Reiner please calm down for 2 seconds
ANNIE IN A SUIT SHES SO SMALL I LOVE HER
Levi on screen L YO HIS EYE THOO THATS SICK
Can gabi and falco please fuck off
Paradis looks so pretty
Mikasa never threw away the scarf smh
Love the idea that shiganshina becomes a fucking cyberpunk capital and not just a big city
Anyway all jokes aside, the ending still feels a bit inconsequential seeing that no one dies in the final battle, considering how the rest of the show was. Eren's still a coward and a pussy and his inability to act with decisiveness is the reason shiganshina (and presumably the rest of Paradis) is inevitably destroyed, it also proves the Jaegarists point that no matter what happens theyll never stop trying to wipe out eldians, even centuries after titans are wiped out. Eren lied to the people of Paradis and got them killed so like 8 people could live half decent lives cleaning up his mess, most hollow victory of all time. Over all its like a 7/10 ending, there isnt any other way it really could have ended comsidering the story. The new paradis emblem is so fucming cool tho holy shit. Get Rumbled Stay Humbled.
#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyoujin#aot#snk#eren#eren jaeger#armin#armin arlert#mikasa#mikasa ackerman#jean#jean kirschstein#jean kirstein#gabi#gabi braun#falco#falco grice#levi#levi ackerman#onyankopon#yelena#hitch dreyse#niccolo#sasha#sasha braus#anime#manga#animanga#hajime isayama
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i don't wanna be okay without you
submission for: @h-shibas's "Lights, Camera, Action" Collab (also, here's wishing the organizer a happy birthday too <33)
type of writing: oneshot
trope: actor au, film au, love triangle (story’s inspired from many Hindi movies, especially Om Shanti Om minus the reincarnation part, iykyk)
warnings: living a hard life in the slums, familial isolation, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of domestic abuse, toxic marriage, mentions of miscarriage, adultery, angst from Erwin, comfort from Levi, Erwin being a sexist director, police arrest, suggestive (implied NSFW, so minors please DNI), please lmk if i miss any more cw . also this is kinda dark so i'm tagging it as dark content just in case
song: i don’t wanna be okay without you - charlie burg
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number of words: 4880
a/n: okay, so this took me A MONTH to do this, and I'm finally finally here. I know I touch on really sensitive topics here, but I've had this story in my head for weeks now, so i hope y'all understand. ALSO, I love Erwin Smith, okay? I've made him a villain for the sake of the plot, nothing else. Likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, fyi, i do not condone cheating in any way. Also, (Y/N) = Your name, (L/N) = Last Name, (E/C) = Eye Color
Levi was sprinting through the dimly lit halls, pursued by onlookers. When he used to dwell in The Underground, a covert term for the filthiest slums in Mitras, Wall Sheena's most populous city, he had stolen a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Thief, thief,” shouted the crowd behind him as he bolted for his life. He wasn't a coward, and he was a self-taught marksman and martial arts student, but he was in a hurry to assist his ailing mother, Kuchel. She could only eat one loaf of bread at a time. He tripped over a rock while running and was about to drop the loaf of bread when he screamed. As he yelled, his body jolted as he was startled awake by the ringing of his mobile alarm. He grumbled and turned off the alarm, taking deep breaths to bring himself back to reality.
He sat up and drew his legs closer to him, his elbows on his knees, his face on his open hands, and he groaned nonstop. He had been having recurring nightmares for a long time and had no idea how to stop them. With troubled eyes, he gazed to his left at a framed photo of his mother, who was currently in a coma, hoping that she would recover soon enough to witness his debut in his first cinematic venture. His phone abruptly rang at the right bedside table. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Furlan, one of his best pals who was now working as an assistant director in the Eldian Film Industry, along with two other people on the conference call.
Levi answers the phone, his jaw clenching in irritation, only to hear his two other close friends, Isabel and Hange, shriek at the fact that Levi was half-naked. “Put on a freaking shirt, Levi bro,” Isabel grumbles, her left arm concealing her eyes while her right grips the phone. He gets out of bed, throws the phone on the bed, looks for a black full-sleeve shirt, puts it on, and returns to the call with a large grunt.
Isabel teases, “It took you long enough, Levi bro.” “Get to the point, Isabel,” Levi continued, grumbling. “Why did you all call me?” says the narrator. Hange rambled on, enthralled. “I hope you remember, Leviiiii, that you have to meet him today.” “Who is he?” Levi wondered, his eyes narrowing. “Erwin Smith, the head of the Survey Corps Productions,” Furlan interjected. “He was the one who cast your mo-” “Shhh!” Isabel says to Furlan, calming him down. “Levi bro doesn't need to be reminded of his mother's lineage.”
“All right, I'll go,” Levi said, sighing. “Now, everyone, hang up, right now. Don't forget to meet me there, four-eyes,” he said, addressing Hange.
They saluted him and said, “Aye, captain,” putting an end to the call. “Ugh, Do I really have to do this?” he grumbled, but then turned to gaze at his mother's photo and replied, “Only for you, ma.”
Levi chose to go by a mononym when he discovered he was descended from the Ackerman family, one of Tinseltown's most prominent families along with the Yeager and Arlert families because he carried animosity towards the clan for isolating his mother when he was born out of wedlock. He'd worked odd jobs, extra roles, and minor actor roles ever since to develop a sense of punctuality, cleanliness, orderliness, and a sense of understanding of the profession so he could help her find work. Until she was involved in an accident and went into a long-term coma, with doctors unsure when she would wake up. That’s when a tall, blonde-haired man with a certain nobility about himself introduced himself to Levi as Erwin Smith, the renowned director.
“Levi, I was good friends with your mother. Ever since her banishment, I've made it a point to find her work in some capacity.”
Rolling his eyes, Levi says, “Look, Mr. Smith, I understand that you’ve extended your helping hand to my mother in the past, but now you can wash your hands of her,” gesturing to Erwin’s hands, “because she’s in a coma, and there’s nothing you can do to help.”
Erwin adds, folding his arms, “I knew you’d say something like that. Hence, I did not only come here to see Kuchel but also to see you. I'm offering you a lead role in my film, 'Attack on Titan,' as your first major cinematic role. You can then invest your money towards her treatment. How do you feel about that?”
He then turned to face his dying mother, who was still on a ventilator and fighting for her life. He then phoned his manager, Hange Zöe, as well as his best friends, Furlan Church and Isabel Magnolia, who had already entered the film industry, working as assistant directors to Miche Zacharius. They eventually persuaded him to do the film after a long and drawn-out argument. Levi then shook Erwin's hand and agreed to the bargain.
Erwin saw Levi and Hange come into the office with a black polo neck shirt and blue jeans on the first day of the script reading of “Attack on Titan.” “Okay, let's finish this soon,” Levi grunted, to which Erwin replied, “sure, sure, come in. The actress has yet to arrive.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door a couple of times before Erwin answered, “Come in,” causing the door to open and you to enter. In addition to your black jeans, you were wearing a white shirt with lace at the top. Every time you showed up, it was as if the entire world came to a halt for Levi.
When Levi saw you for the first time in the film, “Shiganshina Came Crumbling Down,” his eyes lit up. Not only was he in awe of your beauty, but also of the way you carried yourself. When he played small parts in TV shows and movies such as “Escape to Trost,” “Life at the Garrison,” and so on, he gained more respect for you. In your initial encounters and later interactions, you appeared kind to him.
He shook his head in disbelief, “Mr. Smith, am I-” Erwin smiled, continuing, “I remember you said you liked (Y/N) (L/N), so what better way to get to know her than by working with her?”
Both of you shook hands with each other, you stated while smiling, “It will be a pleasure to work with you, Levi,” and he agreed, replying “Same here, Ms. (L/N).” As they sat, she laughed and said, “Please, call me (Y/N). It's okay.”
As she turned to Erwin, Levi noticed that she had a genuine bond with him, one based on love and respect. You honestly felt glad that you had Erwin by your side. He’d been there for your ups and downs and stayed with you by your side. He was your husband after all.
However, because Erwin wanted to keep the marriage a secret (one of the reasons being that the industry is not kind to married women working in films), only both of your friends were the ones that knew, which included Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, and Sasha Braus. They were the ones who would keep an eye on you and warn you to be cautious around Erwin. Not because he didn't love you; he just had a different way of expressing it.
As you and Levi rehearsed the lines from the script, you both silently noticed that the flow was surprisingly smooth, as if they knew exactly what and how they were going to say the lines. Erwin was ecstatic about the interaction. The script readings went so well for a few days that you all decided to start shooting right away.
Months after the filming began, the level of difficulty gradually increased, especially for Levi. “I don't know how to channel these feelings into acting.”
“That's because you always have a straight face,” Furlan joked, and Isabel laughed along. Levi scowled at both of them, causing them to stand firm.
“Well, why don't you guys bond?” Hange suggested, laughing. “Start talking more, and maybe you guys will eventually help each other, and Leviii, maybe it will benefit you in some way,” they shrugged and grinned at him.
After some thought, Levi responded, “I don't see why that wouldn't be a good opportunity.” “So it's settled,” Erwin said as he clapped. “Levi, you and (Y/N) should get together and practice lines, stat.”
You went to Levi's house that day and began rehearsing the lines. While you two were taking a break, Levi nervously asked, “Would you like anything to drink? Tea, coffee, or something else?” You replied, “I'd like tea with milk, please.” Levi smiled at you, nodding in agreement and relieved that you liked tea as much as he did.
You enjoyed his way of making tea while you two were drinking. “Levi, this is some of the best tea I've ever had!” you exclaimed with twinkling eyes, “how did you learn to make it?”
Levi's eyes became sad as he looked down at the ground and said, “My mother used to teach me. She enjoyed drinking tea like this.”
You placed your hand on his and said, “Erwin informed me of the situation. I'm truly sorry. What is your mother's condition?”
Levi sighed, “She's doing okay, but I'm...,” his voice becoming softer as his shoulders sagged. “I'm terrified, (Y/N). What if she doesn't make it? Everything will be for naught.”
You took a deep breath and held his hand, “Levi, if it weren't for Erwin, I wouldn't be here today. As the world knows, the (L/N) family is well-known, but it wasn't always that way. They were in shambles and were unable to support themselves. When I was seven years old, my parents split, and I was raised by two families, one of whom, the (L/N) family, became famous. It was through them that I first met Erwin. Our conversation finally led to a strong friendship. However, both of my families liked to tell me what to do, how to eat, and how to look, and that bothered me a lot, it made me feel uncomfortable within my skin, but then Erwin promised them that he’d take care of me and I moved out of the house ever since.”
“The fact that I’m able to be the way I want to be where I am, was because I chose to do so,” you continued, putting your hand on Levi’s shoulder, smiling, “and so can you. I’m very sure that your mother loves you very much and wants nothing but the best for you. I know you’re doing this for her, and she must already be proud of you for going through this regardless.”
He turned to you with a sorrowful expression, his anxious breaths slowly calming down, smiling at you, “thank you, (Y/N). It meant a lot, and I’m sorry I had no idea you were going through a lot.”
Nodding, you smiled at him, and like gravity was trying to set you two up, you were about to stand up, but because your feet were sore, you stumbled and were about to fall off your chair, only for Levi to catch you. Both of you couldn’t explain what this pull you had towards each other but as you were going to give in to the moment, your faces approaching each other, you’re brought back to reality with a jolt as you receive a phone call from Erwin.
“Hi, Erwin,” you answer the call, and you hear from the other side, “babe, are you still at Levi’s house? Let me pick you up.” You nod, “yes, Erwin, I’m here. Thank you, please let me know whenever you’re here.”
You two adjust your clothing as if you were about to commit a travesty. “Can we not-” you start, but Levi interrupts you, “don’t worry, I won’t tell Erwin or anyone. Thank you, for everything.”
You nodded, thanking Levi, as you got a call from Erwin, where he informs you that he had reached. Levi waved goodbye to you as you got into the car with Erwin, who said, “I miss you, baby,” as he kissed you on the cheek, and you smiled while he drove you home.
Over the next few days, shooting continued as usual, but suddenly, one day, you felt uneasy, nauseated, even. So you said you would be back in five minutes. That five minutes turned into an hour. Erwin checked on you in the meantime, and another hour passed by.
Levi was then sent to your vanity car to call for you but as he approached you, he could hear you crying from outside. So, to avoid being caught, he stayed out of their line of vision, while peering through their window. “Babe, I can’t do this, I can’t hide whatever we have with us,” you vent to Erwin as Levi overhears with a confused expression.
“(Y/N),” Erwin said with a straight face, “you know that the fans of the Elysian Film Industry are not kind towards married women,” causing Levi to gasp silently in shock, but what was said next, caused him to go blank for a while, “let alone be married to me and be the mother of our child.”
In trying to comprehend what he had just heard, Levi realized he needed to get out of their sight before Erwin saw him. Thus, he hid behind the vanity car. His heart sank as he squatted on the ground, shocked to learn that his romantic interest was married and pregnant. It irked him more as he realized that you had to hide all of this due to prejudice against married women.
A moment later, he contemplated walking out of the film shooting, the reason being that it hit too close to home. He was reminded of why he hated this industry, to begin with, because his mother was isolated from him by it. Even so, he was determined not to leave you behind as he wiped the tears from his cheeks despite not having realized they were flowing. Instead, he will be by your side every step of the way.
Levi waited for Erwin to go before knocking on your door and calling out to you as he clenched his fist and clicked his tongue in annoyance. As Erwin left, he knocked, “Can I come in, (Y/N)?” You responded, “sure, please come in,” sniffling and wiping away your tears as you put on a phony grin.
When Levi enters, he kneels alongside you and takes your hand in both of his. He looks at you, concernedly. “(Y/N)? Is everything alright with you? Can I help you in any way?”
Even though you smiled, cupped his cheek, and said, “I'm fine, Levi. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I was just sick, that’s all,” he wasn't convinced by your response, but he was willing to overlook it all for the sake of your well-being.
Because you weren't feeling well during the next few days, production had to wind up early. Levi had noticed that your face had turned pale and you'd lost your usual pleasant smile one day at the shooting when you opted to leave early. Your shoulder had a bruise that he could see through. He sensed something had happened to you, and he was determined to find out what it was.
This time, Levi was the one who came home to see you, and when your butler opened the door, he was momentarily astonished, as if he had seen a ghost. Your face looked pale, your makeup was streaked with tears, there was a lot of material all over the place, and you were sobbing hysterically.
“(Y/N), are you okay? Please tell me what happened!” he exclaimed as he ran to you and took you in his arms. He looked at you with sad eyes, softly asking, “It’s okay, shhh,” quieting you, “I’m here. So, please, tell me what happened.”
That’s when you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing, “Levi, my baby, she’s gone. I had a miscarriage. Ever since then, Erwin’s been rude and distant with me, in private,” and showed her shoulders that had bruises, marks that most likely looked like from being hit. You continued, sniffling, “I even suspect that he's been cheating on me.”
This pissed Levi off but as he was about to suggest halting the production of the film, you said, sniffling, “Listen, Levi, we’re going ahead with the film. I don’t want this film’s reputation to be marred by this, it’ll cause a scandal and I don’t want that right now, so please, can we still do the film?”
He caressed your head and said, “okay, but I’ll be staying with you in the vanity car as a ruse for practicing lines. I want to protect you,” and that caused you to nod.
For the next few days, you hide your emotions and pain and channel it through acting out certain scenes. Erwin felt would make this your best performance, when in truth, you're terrified of his behavior if things go wrong.
However, the ambiance deteriorated. Erwin treated you rudely anytime you made a minor mistake, forcing you to shudder and be afraid of him. He insulted you in front of everyone by stating that he took you from nothing and made you the actress you are right now and that you needed to pull yourself together.
You were irritated especially since this was the first time he criticized you in public, but the completion of the project was critical to you. As you returned to the vanity car to rehearse lines, you found safety in Levi, who was wise beyond his years. He, a rookie, supplied more insight into his character than any seasoned actor you'd dealt with, and he incorporated that into their methods. It had gotten to the point where you only felt comfortable in the vanity car or other places where you hung out with Levi.
During one such vulnerable moment, in the vanity car, you were crying while he was hugging you. “Levi,” you sniffled, as you two were sitting in the car, “I don’t understand why he’s being rude to me, he’s not spoken a word of kindness to me these past few days, and I’m scared that he’ll leave me.”
Levi cups your cheeks with his hands and says, “If I were you, I’d walk out of the movie and the marriage, because you deserve much better, but I know that you’re a champion and you’ve handled him so far, I believe you can handle him till the end of the film. You should leave him, though,” smiling at you while wiping the tears off your face.
He examined your face for a moment, and looked at you in sheer awe. “(Y/N), do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Suddenly, something sparked in his mind as he took something out of his bag to give you something. It was a snow globe that had the figures of two of them kissing while the snow was falling. As he keeps the snow globe to a side, in awe of him and everything that he’d been doing, you put your hands around his neck, draw your face closer to him and place a peck on his lips. Levi was expectedly dumbfounded by this action but closed his eyes anyway to not let go of the moment.
However, what was supposed to be a peck evolved into something else as your lips start to lock with each other, and you two end up kissing hard, as your fingers raked through his hair and he places his hand on the nape of your neck. A good amount of time passed by as you two were kissing only for realization to hit you hard as you forcefully released yourself from the kiss. “Levi, this, this can’t happen.” You stutter as Levi nods, and while both of you stayed silent, both of you realized that this was the best kiss that each other had in the longest time.
Despite that moment, everyone behaved professionally, not wanting to interrupt the shooting schedule, ensuring the film’s success. However, both of you were oblivious to the fact that ever since the accidental kiss you two shared, you're all he thought about, and he was all that you thought about.
You were the light in his life that was shrouded in darkness, and he was the escape that you needed from your harsh reality. As his Instagram account was established, and he uploaded the photographs that Furlan forced him to upload from the photoshoot, many people loved him, and many people judged each other for loving him and claiming him to be theirs, but one day, when the shooting ended, as you turned to him while you were walking away with Erwin, the languages that your eyes spoke said a thousand words to each other than flattery ever could. You two were truly in love with each other in a world full of facades, and you didn’t want to be okay without each other.
During your usual hangout at your vanity car, once you were done rehearsing the lines, you stared into each other’s eyes continuously, and with panting breaths, it hit you two that both of you realized that you liked each other and couldn’t stay away from each other. That’s when you gave in to your desires as you drew your faces closer to each other enveloping yourselves into a deep kiss as you move back to the bedroom that you’d made for quick naps.
As the clothes started to peel off each other’s bodies, the sheets were witness to a new love story blossoming as Levi kissed you in places that had the bruises, which caused you to wince, but he didn’t lose eye contact with you, because before you went back to shooting, he needed to express how deeply in love with you he was.
This didn’t end up being a one-time thing as every day, whenever you two finished practicing, you two would sleep with each other. You thus started a tryst with Levi unbeknownst to Erwin, who was clearly in awe of the way you two acted eventually in the scene, bringing the passion you two had for each other towards the film.
You didn’t just get closer to Levi physically. You two talked more often, connected on a deeper level than you with Erwin, and he introduced you to Furlan and Isabel, who accepted you wholeheartedly and were willing to defend you with all they had. Hange, while being friendly with you, warned the both of you, suggesting that you two be careful as Erwin would make life uneasy for you if he found out.
When Mikasa found out about the situation, she was concerned and doubtful about Levi’s intentions. However, once they met, she realized that he truly possessed the blood of an Ackerman. Stern and stubborn, yet kind-hearted deep down and accepted him wholeheartedly, willing to pitch in to help in however she could to ensure Kuchel’s recovery. During this time, Erwin and you had a big argument which led to you exclaiming that you were moving out of the apartment, and you then moved into Isabel’s apartment to ensure you and Levi continued to meet in secret to avoid any scandal.
Five months later, the production was wrapped up and the film was set to release. A day before the private screening, Erwin called you, “(Y/N), are you excited about the private screening? I’d like it for us to go together.”
You scowled and were dumbfounded by his audacity to still appear on good terms in public. “Listen, Erwin,” you retorted, sitting up on the couch while you were initially lying down, “no matter how much you cajole me to come back to you, it’s not going to work. You’d made me feel miserable about myself ever since I had the miscarriage. Do you think I depended on you to get out of my miserable past? No, I chose to go with you. We married each other, remember? Or no, your reputation is too important for you, more important than our marriage!”
Erwin laughed maniacally as fear gripped you with his tone changing to something that she’d never heard. “Oh, poor (Y/N),” Erwin smirked, “did you think I’ll let the baby come into the world while we were supposed to be the most successful couple? Hah!” He scoffed, “absolutely not! Isn’t that right, Petra baby?” Petra? Baby?
You thought to yourself for a moment as it clicked. “Wait, Erwin,” you inquired, “did you cause the-” Erwin laughed again, as he responded arrogantly, “yes! I was the one who caused the miscarriage. Remember when I asked my assistant, Petra, to serve you tea before I came to call for you?”
Your eyes widened in the realization that that day, Erwin slipped a pill in the tea, that caused you to feel uneasy and that’s how you eventually lost the baby. You started seeing red as you clench your fists in rage, but as your (E/C) orbs land on the picture of the two of you in the hall, an idea pops in your mind as you take a deep breath and tell Erwin with a cunning smile, “you know what? Let’s go! There’s no point in arguing, right?”
As you walk in your red halter neck gown with Erwin and Levi to the private screening, several pictures were taken by different paparazzi. As you posed with different supporting actors, and finally, when you posed with Erwin and with Levi, people could observe the difference in your interactions. All of you went inside the theater, and as all of you saw the final product, Levi and you secretly held hands as you two saw that every scene was picturized beautifully and for his debut, Levi created magic on screen.
After coming out of the screening, Erwin was interviewed by Connie who had opted to be one of the interviewers for the screening. “Hello, Connie,” Erwin greeted him with a smile, following which Connie grinned, replying, “Hello, Mr. Erwin, I hope you can spare a couple of seconds for an interview.” Erwin nodded, causing Connie to tell Sasha to roll the camera and Jean to make notes. “So, Mr. Erwin,” Connie asked, “how did you like your film?” Erwin beamed and continued, “I can’t be more proud of my casting choices. As always, (Y/N) has left her mark on screen as one of the most talented actresses, period, but it was Levi’s night tonight as he shone on screen. He is a force to be reckoned with.”
Connie smiled, continuing, “that’s wonderful. Speaking of (Y/N), we’ve heard from different sources, that you two are actually married in secret, and that she even bore your child, is that true?”
Erwin scowled on hearing this, but put up a fake smile, saying, “Even if it was true, the industry sadly makes fun of married women, saying that they don’t deserve to work, so you should be able to understand why we kept our marriage a secret?”
Not fazing from his stance, Connie then asked a hard-hitting question. “Ah, that makes sense. Is that why you caused her to have a miscarriage?”
Erwin widened his eyes in shock, how did people come to know? Nervously laughing, Erwin said, “oh, but that’s nonsense. Who told you that?”
That’s when he heard a voice from a distance who replied, “I did,” Levi approached Erwin and Connie and replied, “Erwin, I thank you for the opportunity that you gave me. Working with you gave me the confidence I didn’t know I needed. However, I dug deep into some articles, and I realized that it was you, who reported to the press that my mother was pregnant with me, causing her to be isolated from the family. I also know, that my once close friend, Petra Ral, who now works with you, is now dating you. So, when I came to Isabel's house, I noticed that you and (Y/N) talking over the phone. So, I found a way to record the conversation and once I recorded the conversation, I found enough arsenal needed to take you down. So I took the tape to Mikasa, who took it to Eren and Armin, who then took it to Connie, Jean, and Sasha and we devised a plan, together.”
That’s when Levi’s uncle, Kenny Ackerman, a senior superintendent in the Military Brigade of Mitras, cuffed Erwin’s hands with Sasha continuing to record the whole thing. “Erwin Smith,” Kenny ordered, “you are under arrest for…”
As Kenny was reading out the crimes Erwin was arrested for, Levi walked away from there and ran to you to hug you. Your hug then caught the attention of a section of paparazzi. “It’s all over now, baby. We can be together without any fear and I promise to support you in every way,” he tells you while you smile, seeing that justice was finally served.
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this aot post-canon marley arc au project is coming along nicely! an outline of concepts below the cut:
Paths do not function as time travel/interdimensional meddling, but rather the candidate attempting to process what's essentially an onslaught of memories/information. The Founder can technically control all the Wall Titans & regular Titans, Shifters, at the cost of severe psychological strain. Without royal blood, the inheritor would just lose his or her mind completely. Shifter memories can also be inherited from past lives, when consuming a Shifter’s spinal fluid (as with Marcel > Ymir > Porco, Bertholdt > Armin).
The 2000 year war/Ymir Fritz debacle is fabricated history to keep the denizens of Paradis ignorant. The year 845 in Paradis is mid-1900s to the rest of the world; War for Paradis/Marley arc takes place during 1910s. Paradis is viewed as a penal colony, a haven for political dissidents, and their people no better than cattle (Marley calls them children of the devil). There is a Mid-Eastern conflict while Grisha is growing up, and it becomes a “cold war” during the infiltration of Paradis (from when Eren is nine to sixteen).
Grisha Jaeger goes through about the same events as in canon, losing his sister, becoming radicalized by that loss & the Owl, marrying Dina and unsuccessfully radicalizing his son, who turns them both over to the police. Instead of being sentenced to death by Titan like his wife and son (he’s told they were), Grisha becomes instrumental in a secret government program on Paradis, headed by the Mid-Eastern Alliance, to create Eldian “super soldiers” who won’t disobey orders. The project started a few decades before, and most of the world is unanimously for it (less soldiers have to die for the greater good, and if they’re Eldian they’re throwaways anyway). Grisha works with candidates for Attack, Armored (Female is a prototype of Warhammer), and Jaw. Colossus is just a repurposed Wall Titan. Grisha is taught both the injection and training processes, overseeing the candidates’ reaction to the serum, walking them through the process, curse of Ymir, etc.
In secret, an aged Kruger (working for the Mid-Eastern Alliance like Grisha, but secretly a double agent) gives Grisha a vial of the Attack Titan’s serum, telling him the only way to stop this endless war is to infiltrate Paradis and find someone of royal blood. Note: The Mid-Eastern Alliance wants the Founder’s power to take over Paradis and use its population as Titans for war/manpower + access to its resources. The Eldian sympathizers (Kruger, then Grisha) wish to stage a coup and eradicate Marley.
In 845, the top Warrior candidates are sent to retrieve the founder’s power (Annie, Bertholdt, Reiner and Marcel). Their assignment is to break into Paradis and assimilate as soldiers, infiltrating the military. When the “coordinate” is are found, to bring it back to Marley alive. Curse of Ymir is in effect, corresponding to titan activation and regeneration. Certain candidates are more/less susceptible to hypnotic suggestion than others (Reiner and Eren the most, Annie and Marcel/Ymir the least). But they have cues; Annie's ring, Eren's key, Reiner, Marcel and Bertholdt as "warriors" that want to get to their "hometown".
But wait, Eren is not a Warrior, so why is he included? Before the fall of Wall Maria (and a little while after rescuing Mikasa), Grisha injects Eren with the Attack Titan serum bestowed by Kruger, and hypnotizes Eren in the same manner as the Marley warriors. This is why Eren’s able to transform and act as a Shifter without thinking twice early-on. Additional contact w/Rod Reiss, Dina & Historia also brings the "warrior" side to the forefront.
Titan transformations/actions are not just determined by brainwashing (that’s mainly a special case with the Warriors), but by the shifter's subconscious. It’s why certain Titans are deemed aberrant (the Ragako villagers, Sonny, Bean, and Dina). They are more aware but lack the agency of a true Shifter, and cannot follow orders or revert back to human form without eating a Shifter. “Regular” Titans are less aware, but still seek out a Shifter to consume.
Ymir eating Marcel complicates the whole mission. She inherits Marcel's memories, but she hasn’t been programmed like the other Warriors. Hence why she comes to care for Historia on her own, and why she picks up on Reiner’s fugue state and the “warrior/hometown” cue before Eren does. I’d ideally love to give her a bigger role in the plot, but I need to flesh this out.
Bertholdt’s background doesn’t matter too much. Reiner is much the same as in canon. Annie is not adopted, but her mother does die a few years after giving birth to her and her father, himself a veteran of the Mid-Eastern conflict in Grisha’s time, never quite forgives this. Instead of telling Annie he loves her, he makes sure she’ll be the best damn Warrior candidate she can be, because to be born as Eldian is basically a death sentence. (Bertholdt and Reiner want to complete the mission for patriotic reasons, while Annie’s heart is not quite in it.)
During Stohess, Annie is captured by the Scouts. She admits, under pressure, that she was supposed to bring Eren to “hometown” because he’s like her. Irvin and Hanji appeal to the military tribunal to let her work with the Scouts, same as Eren, under the determination she was coerced into working for the enemy’s orders. This does not go over well initially. Levi is able to put his feelings aside for the good of the mission, but that’s as nice as he gets—she’s on thin ice after slaughtering his squad. Most of the Scouts are scared of Annie, but Armin, Eren, and Ymir show various degrees of sympathy.
Thanks to Marcel’s memories, Ymir suspects the coordinate is Eren (but doesn’t know the relation of Zeke to Eren, or why he’s so important) and that Reiner and Bertholdt will need to bring him to “hometown”. So Ymir and Annie initially work together to bring Eren in; but Ymir splits to protect Historia, while Annie sides with Bertholdt and Reiner.
Eren still punches the Smiling Titan. Historia becomes Queen of Paradis, etc. Flash forward to the Marley/War for Paradis Arc. Annie and Reiner survive, while Bertholdt does not (I’m quite fond of Ymir, but I also think her arc concluded pretty neatly, which is more than I can say for other characters).
With the help of Yelena and Floch, Eren goes AWOL for ten months, posing as an injured veteran and learning Marley’s situation. He develops a tendency for self-harm beyond the need to heal, and his regeneration begins to lessen with age.
Annie and Reiner return to Marley empty-handed, but with plenty of intel. Annie gets promoted to Vice-Commander. Reiner was the lynchpin of the operation (but he's really starting to lose it). Now she has to be the leader, and she didn't care about much else but getting home before this. Reiner is the only one who seems happy for Annie’s promotion (her heart wasn’t in it, point of contention with Marley’s Warriors and their zealotry) because he’s riddled with guilt for failing to save Bertholdt, thinks she’s better-suited for VC.
Annie recognizes the injured veteran in Liberio but no one believes that he's a threat (just like in Paradis!). She's doesn't want another tragedy, but she's also nursing a grudge about her lack of success in Paradis and her current bad blood despite the promotion (unhappy, now that she’s got what she once wanted). So she tracks Krueger down to his apartment and tries to find evidence he's up to something. He's a little drunk and physically impaired (has to keep injuring himself), but certainly remembers her.
She can't find his letters (he’s “cleaning house” to return home), nor turn him in on a hunch. So she gets a little tipsy and they end up reconciling. Maybe a little more than that. If I'm going to be self-indulgent, Eren admits he'd marry her despite the Curse of Ymir, etc., as they're both Eldian (because he's inebriated). She doesn't shut him down (because she's inebriated) and suggests he ask after the war's over. Eren says he will remember.
But when the time comes, Eren still kills Tybur and the Warhammer Titan. He’s taken back to Paradis. (Tenatively might kill off Reiner and have another kid take his powers.)
The Jaegerists encourage Eren’s goal of “genocide” under the guise of blind jingoism without understanding precisely what they’re asking for (they’re mostly seen as “useful idiots” outside of Paradis). The Anti-Marley group is more aware of Eren's underlying condition, and have been promised (falsely) by the Mid-Eastern Alliance that eradicating Paradis will make them heroes/grant them immunity—they are still Eldians in Marley’s eyes. All they have to do is manipulate Eren into starting a war with Marley.
Eren breaks out of confinement on Paradis, storms the interior, activates the Founder using Historia instead of Zeke and unleashes the Colossi to decimate Marley and anyone else who dares fire a shot on Paradis. Well, that’s the plan. What actually happens is: the Mid-Eastern Alliance takes him out by cooperating with the military on Paradis (the colossi can’t reach the zeppelins). Eren's connection is severed from the Founding Titan, but he’s not killed. He and all the Warriors/normal Titans lose their powers and revert back to human form. It effectively kills the Colossi crossing the sea. It's not a total massacre like in the comic/show.
With Paradis losing its greatest asset, they have to declare an armistice or risk total destruction by modern planes, boats, etc. "cutting edge" tactical warfare against titans. The island is in shambles, but not eradicated as the other side hoped. The narrative becomes that Eren Jaeger, a rogue soldier, sought to bring a casualty so massive the world leaders had no choice but to band together against the horror of the rumbling. He and the other Warriors + Jaegerists are tried for war crimes. Historia decrees Eren an “honorary Marleyan” and sends him to live in exile in Marley, as he can’t really harm anyone without his powers or public sway.
Eren’s a pariah, or a tragic war hero who fought for emancipation of the Eldians, depending on who you ask. He ends up in the same Liberio tenement he occupied during his ten-month stint. He goes through a lot of emotional processing, gets in fights, drinks heavily, yet slowly finds commonality with the surviving warriors (Pieck, Porco, Falco, Reiner, Annie) that they should have been fighting the Mid-Eastern Allies, not each other.
Public feelings are mixed. They're heroes for stopping Eren, but also an unpleasant reminder of Marley’s embracing of science without ethics. They frighten children and invite the ire of normal vets who cannot regenerate, and were displaced by titan shifters.
Pieck and Porco move to a different city, Eren gets a job as instructor at military college while Annie becomes a clerk for Marley’s military police (again!). They get "set up" by a colleague. Circumstances change and she has to live with him after a block of Liberio gets torched (not everyone in Marley is happy about the Warriors). They reunite, reconvene, and eventually find a life together in the rubble, eking out their remaining years as civilians. Think Curious Case of Benjamin Button in terms of bittersweet tearjerker. The love was there, in spite of the horrors of war.
#aot#snk#upcoming projects#meta?#a gratuitous amount of headcanon#marley arc#canon rewrite#ereannie if you really really squint
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Distant Echoes
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Length: 3,878 Words
Ratings/Warnings: M for semi-explicit descriptions of a death, (Not Permanent) Major Character Death
Relationships: Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart
Summary: Annie wasn’t fast enough, and Armin paid the price. And when she kneeled over his body, wailing, willing him to come back, she closes her eyes… and wakes up in Stohess.
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Armin is assassinated. Annie gets sent back in time.
She hadn’t been fast enough.
Annie knew she was excellent at combat, at violence. She had been molded, sharpened into a capable weapon by her father and Marley. Bones broken and sprained so many times that they had healed harder and stronger at contact points. Skin tough and calloused. Practice and drills had toned her muscles perfectly to execute kicks and strikes, every reaction instinctual and perfect. She was dangerous and lethal with no weapon, just as her father had intended.
She hadn’t liked the results of her violence, the suffering that it had caused to people she now considered her friends. And after so much violence and suffering, she had achieved her dream of becoming an ordinary person living a peaceful life, well, as peaceful as this world could support.
But she couldn’t deny that violence was a part of who she was. That when she returned to it, everything clicked back into place comfortingly, like how her old hoodie fit on her.
Being an ambassador was not risk-free. They had all known it when they signed up for the job. Whether it be Jaegerists wanting to take revenge on the people who had stopped their idol, Eren Yeager from achieving a glorious Paradisan victory, or the countless grieving radicals who wanted to kill the Eldian scum who had caused so much destruction throughout history, someone was always trying to kill them. And without the presence of her ring and the knowledge it brought that she had the power of a super weapon in her palm, or the comforting weight of ODM gear on her hips, Annie knew that her group, her family, were more vulnerable than ever.
They had managed. Between the now defunct Warriors of Marley and the most seasoned members the Survey Corps had to offer, they made a formidable group. More than enough to handle small isolated, desperate, almost laughable attempts. But the attempts got more organized and more elaborate, and it would only take one to slip through the cracks.
They had been holding negotiations in Paradis with Queen Historia. She would always be Krrista to Annie, but Annie made sure to use proper titles to avoid a scandal. Something about trade negotiations with Marley and immigration reforms. Annie had lost interest relatively quickly, returning to her old habits, feeling on edge while watching the crowd. A flash of silver caught her eye, and instinctively she ran forward, smoothly dodging the knife strike, grabbing the arm that held it and snapping it in two. The attacker, a military aged man, maybe five inches taller than her screamed in agony. Scanning again, she saw his companion, beginning to draw a pistol, a Mauser she identified, probably cloned from the Marleyan defectors. She closed the distance before the attacker could fully draw, smacked the pistol out of his hands, and used his weight against him, flipping him onto the ground face first. Absently, she noticed Connie rushing to her side to secure the first attacker, Pieck moving to evacuate the rest of the diplomats, before two shots rang out, thunderous echoes bouncing off the walls of the room. Annie looked over to see the shooter being tackled by members of the royal guard, but the screaming didn’t seem to stop.
“Armin!” Reiner's shout was tinged with worry. Annie felt a coldness wash over her, fear. Something she hadn’t felt that in a very long time. Running over to the mass of people crowding over to a rapidly expanding pool of blood, her vision narrowed, hearing getting more and more muffled.
Tunnel vision, a voice chided. You’re losing situational awareness . Someone in the crowd around the pool of blood, Jean, Annie absently identified, noticed her, gently pulling others away to clear her a path.
There in the middle of the pool of blood lay Armin. Panic immediately gripped Annie. “Get help!” she commanded, moving closer to try to staunch the bleeding from the wound in his abdomen. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything ? Her movements halted when her eyes tracked away from the abdomen and to Armin’s face.
His beautiful blue eyes, usually filled with such intelligence and kindness, lay open and blank. His hair, coated in blood, brain, and bits of bone. And on his forehead, where she had placed countless loving kisses before they fell asleep, was an ugly, misshapen hole. Everything stopped for Annie, she could not feel a single sensation other than the wrong, wrong image in front of her.
He’s dead . The analytical voice that kept her alive in combat pointed out. Probably dead before he even hit the floor.
“Armin?” Annie pleaded, dropping to her knees, putting her hands on his shoulders as if to shake him awake.
He’s dead, dead people don’t usually respond.
“Armin, please!” tingles ran up of every nerve fiber, this was so very wrong. Annie half picked Armin up, his head lolling backward limply, trying to embrace him as if that would change the current situation. Not you. Never you. Please not you too
Distantly, Annie noticed someone trying to pry her off Armin, someone gently whispering something in her ear. She wailed, something raw and primal. All of her dreams, her wishes, her love, all gone. It should have been me. I should have protected you. I promised Mikasa I would protect you. She gripped tighter, burying her face into her chest, expecting to hear a heartbeat like she had countless times before. Only silence greeted her. She screamed again, mixing with her sobs, not feeling anything except the fire of grief. Screwing her eyes shut, she noticed she was crying. Please please please please please not him. Anyone but him. Any rational thought was beginning to leave her. Please please please please please please please please—
Something shifted, pulling from inside her, a bright flash of lightning that she could notice even with her closed eyes.
Annie opened her eyes, gasping, doubling over, instinctively gripping her knees, heartbeat wildly pounding in her ears. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness out of her vision. Looking at her feet, she noticed she wasn’t exactly wearing her Ambassador uniform. Is that ODM gear?
“Hey! Are you okay? The carriages are going to be here at any minute!” She looked to her right and saw a soldier wearing a Paradisan uniform, emblazoned with the now defunct military police crest. What? “Sharpen up already!”
Annie unsteadily pulled herself up, looking around. Packed houses, cobblestone streets. Just like Stohess . She warily looked upward, dreading what she was going to see. Walls that towered over her, filled with a terrible secret. She looked down to see what she was wearing. A military police uniform with a rifle slung over her shoulder. Is this real? A dream? A nightmare? Punishment for letting Armin die?
The clattering of the horses warned her, and she instinctively joined the other soldiers in saluting the carriage. Her thoughts were swarming around her head, disjointed. Armin is dead. Armin is dead. Armin is dead because of me. But if I’m here, right now, that means…
Annie hadn’t noticed the carriages moving past her, the rest of the MP corps running to follow. But she did notice her name whispered from one of the many alleyways. “ Annie .”
She froze, swallowing down all the grief that came bubbling back up, helped by the relief she felt. He’s alive here. But what should I do? If I ignore him, will he live? Can I escape? Do I even deserve to see him? But…
Another, more insistent call out. “Annie!” She breathed. She was weak, and the temptation to see him, just once more, alive and breathing still won out. Shakily, Annie began to move toward the voice. Turning the corner, Armin, now about as tall as her, greeted her “Hey. You’re really a part of the Military Police Brigade now, huh.”
A prayer fell from her lips. “Armin.” She tried to take in the sight of him, but he was different. With his bowl cut haircut covered by a raincoat, more boyish features, and an expression that wasn’t the usual adoration that she saw directed at her, rather, a tense, conflicted determination. Right. It wasn’t him. He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t love me. Right now, he’s looking at the Female Titan. Annie tried to push down how utterly alone she suddenly felt.
Distantly, Annie realized she hadn’t responded yet, the silence dragging. Armin seemed to become more nervous, before saying, “I need your help, Annie.”
“Anything,” she easily replied.
Armin looked a bit taken a back at that answer. “Will you give us a hand in helping Eren escape?”
“Okay,” Annie answered, barely listening. “Lead the way.”
Armin seemed to stop in surprise, thrown for a loop. Despite the circumstances, Annie had to suppress a teasing laugh. Anyone else probably would have thought Armin was still put together, but she had learned his tells over the years. Armin was very clearly scrambling; things not going the way he was expecting. “Aren’t you going to ask about the plan?” Armin asked cautiously.
Annie shrugged. The last time she was here, she had been trying to gauge Armin’s intentions. Trying to figure out whether she had been discovered, and whether she should take this opportunity to capture Eren. She had guessed right, that Armin had always known what she was, but a part of her wanted him to think of her as a good person, and she had to take the chance to capture Eren to go home. “I assume you have one. You probably need me to get through the checkpoints, right?”
Armin blinked. “Yeah, that’s right. Just…” Armin seemed to uncomfortably shift his weight, “You’re not usually this easy to convince to help out.”
And what could she say to that? That she had promised him, four years from now, under the moonlight at the crumbled remnants of the world, that she would be there for him always? That she had already failed one of his promises to him and couldn’t bear failing another? That she knew he was walking her into a trap, but she would do it over and over again if it meant keeping him safe? Annie took in a breath, clearing her thoughts. “Let’s go Armin.”
She unslung and unloaded her rifle, placing it leaning on a wall. Little good it would do compared to her titan powers. Annie hesitated, before putting her ring on her trigger finger. A last resort, if she needed to crystallize again. She didn’t miss the way Armin carefully eyed the ring. Pride and admiration filled her. He had always been observant, she really had no chance of outsmarting him last time.
As Annie followed Armin, she desperately tried to think of a plan. Could she change things, save people? But if she changed things, there’s no telling what would happen. What if one of her changes got Armin killed even earlier? Gritting her teeth with frustration, she wished that Armin was here. Her Armin. He would know what to do, he would be able to save everyone, maybe prevent the rumbling.
If I make a break for it now, I can probably make it out with my ODM gear. Get to the wall, as high as I can, and transform. It’ll probably be safer for everyone involved. But what would I do after? What could I even do? What if something changes and Armin gets hurt?
Annie cut herself off. She only had one mission objective now. Keep Armin alive. And there was only one, sure fire way to do that. Swallowing down the dread of reentering the crystal, Annie reminded herself of why she was doing this. Kind, brilliant eyes, always attentive. Brave, inquisitive, intelligent. Arms that would hold her during her worst nightmares, or to remind her where home was. She focused on her plan. Once the flare was fired, she was going to try to get as far away from Armin as possible before transforming. She’d probably try to put up some weak excuse of a fight, trying to stay away from any of the scouts, before crystallizing herself.
Eren and Mikasa appeared to join Armin and her. Eren and Armin were talking about the laxness of the MPs or something similar, but Annie could only focus on Armin. If she was going to commit herself to the isolation again, she wanted to absorb as much of him as possible. To remember everything about him to get her through the darkness. His blonde hair that would change to frame his face handsomely. A jawline that would sharpen and that she would tenderly explore countless times. A posture that would become straighter and more confident.
“Hey Annie, are you okay? Do I have something on my face?” Armin had noticed her staring. Unbidden, a blush rose to her cheeks and she looked away. She caught Mikasa’s eye, who was thoughtfully looking at her. The rest of the walk passed in tense silence. And far too soon, they had arrived at the staircases.
“Well, we’ll pass through here” Armin’s voice seemed tentative. “It’s what remains of an underground city that they were planning to build way back when. If I’m right, it’ll lead us to the vicinity of the outer gate.”
“Nice work, Armin, that’s amazing!” Eren hastily agreed, following him down. Annie smirked. He was such a bad liar. Mikasa seemed to turn around contemplatively, before following Armin and Eren down the steps. Annie stood still at the top of the staircase, a tired acceptance beginning to fill her.
The trio paused when they noticed she wasn’t following. Eren turned around, teasing, levity forced into his voice, “What’s the matter, Annie? You’re not scared of dark, cramped spaces, are you?” Annie bit her lip. She had missed Eren, the suicidal blockhead. The reckless and brave boy who hated the Titans and wanted to liberate humanity. Who became someone who was willing to do monstrous things to ensure the safety of his friends. Someone she had both scorned and respected.
But there wasn’t any time to figure anything out. There was never any time. Annie sighed. “I think you know why I can’t go down there, Armin.” Armin met her eyes, horror and curiosity in them. She looked away, she couldn’t bear that look. Those eyes would always mean something different to her.
Eren yelled back, desperation in his voice. “What the hell are you doing? Quit screwing around and get over here!” He took a couple steps up, as if wanting to pull her down. “Don’t make those kinds of jokes. You can prove something just by stepping down here!”
Even now, when every fact pointed at her, Eren was still trying to desperately believe that she was innocent, that she was on their side. “I’m sorry, Eren,” Annie said. I’m sorry that I’m not doing a thing to save you. I have someone I need to protect.
“Please, let’s talk, Annie!” Armin pleaded. “We can work this out. Trust me!”
Annie felt the urge to look at Armin one last time, a cocktail of feelings–grief, love, shame, affection–beginning to overwhelm her. There was so much she wanted to express and no time to do it. “Why is it me, Armin?”
Armin’s anxiousness seemed to be split by confusion. “What?”
“It should have been you,” Annie continued, realizing she was making very little sense to this version of Armin. “If you were here, where I’m standing right now, you’d make the right choices. You’d know what to do.” Annie choked back a sob. “But I’m not you. It should have been you.” She had so many things she wanted to say, but couldn’t, not without changing what would happen irreparably. I love you. I should have been the one to die . I’m sorry for being a failure, for not protecting you. I’m not going to let it happen again. Resigned, Annie tried to take a deep breath in preparation for what came next. “Fire the flare, Armin,” her tone reverting to the flat, emotionless one she had held for so much of her life. A shield to prevent any feeling, any reaction. “You know it’s what you have to do.” She turned her eyes skyward, flicking open the blade on her ring, and waited for the violence to begin.
She waited, and waited, and waited. Instead of the whoosh of the flare, all she heard was clattering coming from the stairs. She instinctively turned toward it, and found Armin running toward her, arms outstretched. Probably the weirdest fighting form that she had ever seen, she had time to muse, before realizing that Armin was actively sabotaging her plan – she couldn’t transform with him so close. Gripping the handles of her ODM gear, Annie turned sharply, ready to launch the hooks. But Armin was faster, slamming into her with a …hug? She really could only blink, arms pinned to her side with the force of the hug. Annie tried to look at him to figure out what was going on, but he had already buried his face into her neck.
“I told you to fire the flare, not drop it,” Annie deadpanned, trying not to hope, to not melt into Armin’s embrace as was instinct.
Armin seemed to chuckle weakly at that. “You’re not supposed to boss me around like that yet.” He brought his face out of her shoulder, meeting her gaze, now with a familiar, protective, adoring gaze. It was different, a distant part of Annie noted, not having to look up at him while being so close. Then, the rest of Annie’s brain caught up. Yet? This time, she couldn’t stop the hope from blossoming in her chest.
“Armin.” Her voice was choked by emotion, a tone almost like she was an acolyte worshiping something precious.
“Annie.” She had always loved how he said her name, like it was something to be admired. It’s him. He’s alive. I’m not alone. Annie wanted to laugh and sob in relief, moving her hands to return his embrace. Her mouth moved, but there were no words to express what she was feeling right now. He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s mine and he’s alive. And then she looked over his shoulder and couldn’t stop herself from breaking into probably insane sounding laughter, a way to express everything that had bubbled up in her.
Eren looked flabbergasted, like she and Armin had grown three extra heads. “Armin, what are you doing!? Get away from her! Annie’s the female titan!” Eren began to start running, probably to pull Armin back, before Mikasa grabbed his shoulder, holding him firmly. Annie really looked at Mikasa now, and found her hands relaxed and empty, and face full of pride, relief, and confidence. Reminding Annie of a conversation eight years from now, in a different lifetime, where she had promised to protect Armin with her life. Her joy faded, turning into a rock of guilt deep in her stomach. I’m sorry, Mikasa. I didn’t protect him.
But the oriental girl just smiled back, knowing and supportive. You’re protecting him now.
Annie turned her attention back to Armin, whispering in his ear urgently. “He’s right, you know. You’ve got to get away from me. You’re going to be named as an accomplice, and I can’t shift with you this close.”
At that, Armin seemed to tighten his grip. “What were you planning to do, Annie?” Armin seemed to scan her face, looking for something.
Annie swallowed, shame filling her. She had been planning to do so little, change so little. “Whatever it took to keep you alive,” she whispered.
Armin seemed to realize what she meant, expression hardening in determination and resolve. “I won’t let them hurt you. I can’t let you go through that again.” A part of her melted at that, at the care he had always shown her. Another part screamed in frustration.
“Armin,” Annie warned. The scouts lying in wait were no doubt about to attack, and she had no way of ensuring his safety. He was in more danger now than he had been five minutes ago, when he was on the side trying to capture her. As if synced to her thoughts, the sound of ODM gear firing echoed throughout the air.
Commands echoed out. “Armin, step away from Annie!” She turned toward the threat, hand going toward her blades. Identifying the attackers as Jean and Connie with swords drawn, of course it was them, Annie resolved to try to disarm them.
“Annie, release Armin!” It did probably look like she was taking hostages, Annie accepted. But before she could take any further action, they seemed to stop, faces of surprise and shock on their faces. They must have made a strange sight, the unapproachable Annie Leonhart and the bookish Armin Arlert hugging like they were old lovers.
But maybe they weren’t such a strange sight to Jean and Connie after all, as Jean’s face seemed to fill with relief and cautious optimism. “Annie!” he called out cautiously, “Had a change of heart, yeah? No longer want to be the Female Titan?” Annie opened her mouth to reply, to identify herself, but the shit-eating expression on Connie’s face made her stop. Don’t you dare.
“You fell for the dashing Paradisan Commander, right, Annie?” Connie was grinning now, his voice already full of poorly disguised laughter.
Annie turned away, making a rude gesture with her hands, and responded in the only way she knew how, “Fuck off, Connie.” Laughter, full of relief, was their only reply, as they ran up to Armin and Annie, grinning. Both of them embraced Armin tightly, unwilling to let go. Mikasa walked up calmly, joining them, while Eren seemed to trail behind, still looking like the world was ending in front of him.
“Guys, I hope that this isn’t just a dream,” Connie expressed the entire group’s wishes.
“I don’t think it is,” Armin replied, “This feels too real.” Annie gripped him tighter at that. It better not be just a dream. She looked at Mikasa, catching her eye, before teasingly tilting her head toward Eren. A deep red blush coated Mikasa’s face.
More ODM gear firing alerted her to danger, sudden fear gripping her. Annie reflexively covered her nape, as much good that would be now. It was the Ackerman, Levi, looking at the group with an analytical eye, but also with fondness. “All units stand down!” He commanded. “This operation is called off.” The other scouts, lying in wait, started leaving their hiding places, walking toward them.
Annie recognized one of them, a spectacled woman with crazy hair, the one that died at Odiha. Lacking the eye patch Annie had seen last time. “Levi! Want to explain what this is about?”
Levi seemed to almost ignore her, walking toward the group. “I’ll explain later, four-eyes,” he dismissed. He cast a judgmental gaze on the group. “You brats couldn’t do this more discretely?”
Armin could only shrug at that, turning toward the Captain and promising, “We’ll make it right this time, Captain Levi.”
Levi held his gaze, giving a small nod before holding his fist in front of his heart in a salute. “I would expect no less, Commander Arlert.”
A/N:
This fic was inspired by some fanart I saw by Bella (@_superspicy) on Twitter/X. I can’t link the art directly since they privated their account, but basically it’s the confrontation in Stohess, Annie is like “Why’d you wait for a month to report me,” and Armin is like “Why’d you spare me” and they both look at each other and confess their love. Obviously, no way for that to happen in canon or even any reasonable AU, but what if it was time travel?
I’m unfortunately a sucker for time travel fics, especially where only one side of the pairing goes back. I think it leads to a lot of natural angst, especially if there are feelings involved. There’s actually a surprisingly few amount of AruAni ones, maybe 2? Unfortunately, I lack the indepth knowledge of the AoT plot to write a convincing multichapter time travel fic, so a quick self-contained oneshot it is. Checking the wiki, I realized that Jean and Connie couldn’t canonically be present for this situation, but after writing their interactions with Annie in Full Hearts I wanted to include them somehow, so AU!
I’m not as happy with this fic as I was with the first chapter of Absent Plans or Full Hearts. It’s kind of the first time I’ve tried to work with any plot elements at all, and I think it shows. Namely, I struggled really hard to find a reason to get Annie back to the staircase for the dramatic finale. It really doesn’t make the hugest amount of sense for Annie to let herself get led back into the trap, so I have this relatively weak reason of Annie prioritizing Armin’s life above all else. If I hadn’t set those constraints, I would have probably had Annie try to escape, or have her surrender, but that would be an entirely different type of fic that would need to be explored further with many more chapters. I considered plopping Annie back in the past right at the staircase, but that I think the buildup is critical. Also, she goes quite OOC imo near the end of the fic, when the dramatic tension is decreased. I’m happy enough with the fic until Armin reveals that he also traveled back in time, I couldn’t figure out a good satisfying way to convey all of Annie’s emotions and her reaction.
Anyway, let me know how early you figured out that Armin had come back too. I wanted to hint at it, but I made it pretty obvious, I think. Basically, Armin is trying to gauge whether Annie has come back too, and given it’s Armin, he memorized everything she had said the first time around because of guilt and his general simpiness. Which is why there’s this contrast of Armin trying to stay perfectly on script and Annie just being like yep, let’s go, I’m with you the whole way. And Mikasa is sitting here wondering “Did Annie always make goo goo eyes at Armin? I don’t remember that.”
I also noticed I made Annie way more spaced out this time, with like different parts of her brain noting different things. I think it’s fine for this fic, traumatic events and all that.
Thanks for reading, and as always, I welcome any and all feedback.
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LOOKING UP AT the other, Annie shrugged her shoulders. so what if people fought over ideas? to her, it didn't matter. she'll still play the role she was born to play ( what a perfect actress ). she came out of the womb with a gun in her one hand and her ring on the other.
"mankind likes war," she commented simply, hands in her hoodie pocket. of course she knew that. she was raised in a society where war was as common as breathing, and war wasn't some boogeyman haunched over people's shoulders, telling them to do bad things. it was child soldiers and indoctrination, the belief that her race needed to pay for its sins ( she was only half Eldian; but her other half was Marleyan, two warring countries within one another ).
war took the form of a child, around four-foot to five-foot, a heart full of earnest desire to perform well ( his name was Reiner ) and a trigger-happy devotion that lead to societies falling to their knees.
and Annie? she wants to smash war in the face, break it down beneath her heel, grind it out like a piece of sand.
she isn't impressed with the other, her eyes lazily hovering over him ( not knowing he was a child once too ). but that's the thing -- she's never been a child ( not here, not there ).
"whats your point?"
Ibara shrugged at that, arms crossed over a thin chest as he leaned against the building, dust transferring to his already dirty jacket. He was a slight boy, not quite yet a man, hair a dark ruby red and eyes clear blue as the sky above.
"No point," he replied slowly. "Merely an observation. And the people with the best ideas aren't always the ones who come out victorious in the end either."
"It's the ones who're not afraid to get their hands dirty. Who do the things no one else wants to. Who takes risks."
"That's why Erwin's a name that still holds weight. He took risks and he was unpredictable and that made the higher ups afraid of him."
"I'd gladly take risks, as long as they're calculated. I'd climb to the top and I'd be victorious... But does that make my ideas the right ones? The ones people ought to follow?"
"Hardly. Still, those that scream the loudest and bang their pots, they leave their mark."
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Righteous
part 1 part 2 PART 3 part 4 part 5
Reiner Braun Soulmate AU
- Soulmate AU (childhood friends to lovers. afab!reader. The entire chapter is flashbacks. Soft!Reiner. Depressed!Reiner. Clueless Children.)
cw: Season Four Spoilers (specifically episode 3 : The Door of Hope)
If we wanna make it back, this is our only hope. Once our mission is done. We can go home. I can go home and be with (y/n).
The small alleyway between the buildings was humid, the heat from the cement rolling off in waves. (y/n) pulled the sleeves of her sweater down as she waited for someone to turn up along with her. The meeting was over, the girl having ran out to get to the designated meeting spot.
They had to be talking a bit while everyone gathered their things. Lots of congratulations going around and good lucks. She would catch up with her dad for sure. But for now she was waiting for someone to talk with them one last time.
And she beamed when she saw him casually walk through the alley, trying not to dirty his uniform from whatever dirty could be on the side of the buildings.
"Hi." (y/n) smiled, hands clenching onto something.
"Hi, (n/n)." Reiner smiled, scratching the back of his head in a shy manner. He suddenly looked down at her, his eyes taking a sad look and smile turning into a sad one with them.
"I leave tomorrow." (y/n)'s lips frowned, but quickly tried to cover it.
"I know." She answered him. "Please be careful!"
Reiner stumbled back a bit as (y/n) drove her body forward, arms wrapping around the boy's middle. He sadly smiled, pulling an arm around her as the other landed on her head.
"I'll try to be." He whispered.
"Besides, I have something to come back to anyways!" He exclaimed, pulling her at arms length to look at her. She had tears but suddenly smiled up at him.
"Yeah! You have to come back! So we can get married and live together!"
"Of course! I'm going to get us a big house! So mom can live with us too!" Reiner told her equally enthusiastic.
(y/n)'s hand clenched onto the item it held, her mind suddenly remembering about it.
"Oh, I got this for you!" She pulled on a chain, a ring hanging on the string. "Made sure to put it on a necklace so you don't loose it!"
Reiner looked at the gift with wide eyes, hand slowly reaching out to touch the dangling jewelry.
"You didn't have to." He said with a soft smile. He gingerly touched the necklace, the girl letting go as the ring fell into his palm.
"I wanted to." (y/n) smiled. "Now we can match."
The girl giggled, pulling the chain she had bought to put the ring Reiner gave her on. As she moved to display the two rings together, her shoulders sagged and her smile fell into a sad one.
"You're my best friend, Reiner." She said somberly. "And I want you to come back."
Reiner's eyes twinkled as (y/n) looked up at him. He gave her a small smile back, gripping tightly onto the ring her got.
"You're mine too." He spoke. "Don't tell Bertolt, though."
"I'll see you at the docks tomorrow, okay. I'll be sure to wave you off!" (y/n) giggled, the boys cheeks flushing.
"I'd like that."
There was a small pause, (y/n) looking up at Reiner as she tried to come up with what to say. Instead though, she quickly leaned forward, her lips touching Reiner's in a fast paced manner. Reiner's face suddenly went hot, the boy not reacting to the kiss on time and just freezing as he was stunned.
"I love you, Reiner." She told him softly, the statement causing the boy to come back to Earth.
"I love you too, (y/n)."
And just as she had told him, she waved at him. Her hand raised high as she stood on another dock, away from the Eldians telling the warriors goodbye. Reiner gave a small smile, hand waving back as he saw her looking frantic to make sure he saw her.
****
She finished off the letter with another small heart, her name placed off to the side as she read over what she wrote. It talked about her day; talked about how much she remembers of Reiner and how she realized her feelings for him.
She sighed, folding the paper neatly and placing it inside an envelope. Her door opened, footsteps pounding as a little girl giggled as she looked around her older sister's room. She peaked her head over the desk, eyes glancing over all the papers that had neat calligraphy.
"What are you writing, sissy?" Her 5 year old sister asked, trying to get on her toes to look closer.
"A letter, (s/n)." (y/n) answered, sealing the envelope up with wax and reaching over to place them in a box on her desk. Her fingers rolled through all the other letters, three years worth.
"To a boy!?" (y/n) laughed, as another one of her sisters walked up to her, the girl a bit taller at the age of 8.
"Yes, to a boy."
"Who's Reiner?"
"(B/n)! Why are you snooping!?" (y/n) panicked, hearing the 12 year-olds deeper voice. He had a messed up letter in his hand, the name at the top still clear though.
"Isn't that the name of that one Eldian boy who father said got the armored titan?"
"It's none of your business." (y/n) scold, snatching the paper out of his hand and crumbling it back up to place back in the trash.
"Are you writing him love letters? Isn't he on the island of devils right now?" The two younger girls watched as their older siblings argued with wide eyes.
"Don't touch my things." (y/n) sneered.
"I would stop while you're ahead of yourself. Father would never let you be with an Eldian boy. A titan shifter no less." (B/n) said in an uptight matter, the boy folding his arms over one another.
"Don't tell anyone." (y/n) said in a threatening tone.
"I don't need to entertain myself with girlish things. I have more important things to do than play with emotions."
"Like what? You're just a 12 year-old boy."(S/n) spoke, a finger to her chin in thought.
"I shall have you know, father has started educating me to be part of the Maryleyan army! He says he's going to get me into the high positions once I come of age!" (b/n) mocked.
"There's no benefit in that." (y/n) deadpanned to her brother.
"Wrong!" He retorted. "I get to help my country."
"The same one who treats its people like trash." (y/n) whispered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, (b/n)." She said, moving around her room to gather some of the mess left laying around. "Go back to your war strategies. I'm busy."
She sat down at her desk, moving back to pick up all her stationary things and place them in their designated areas.
"I'm being serious, (y/n)." (b/n) told her, his tone going down. "If your boy does come back and father somehow lets you be with him."
"He only has so long left to live. It's been 6 years. He's reaching the half point of his life."
The boys footsteps bounced off the walls as he walked out of his sister's room, the girl giggling to themselves as they went to play in the room. The teen's shoulders sagged, glancing at all the notes she had. It was a subconscious thing, moving to rub at her pinky with the skin marked.
She swallowed, picturing what Reiner could possibly be going through at the moment. It had been three years, she knew trying to get the founding titan was going to take a while, but what if there was a slim chance of him not coming back.
No, she told herself. After all she would know if he was gone or not.
****
"Good day cadets. My name is (y/n) (l/n). I am going to be your new advisor." The girl told the new class of Warrior candidates. "I will be the one making sure you are all in top shape for being a warrior candidate. If I see you have failed to meet certain requirements, I will be forced to eliminate you from the list."
"With that being said, if you wish to inherit a titan, my advice to you: Work your ass off."
The cadets, who ranged from the ages of 6 to 12, all gave the girl a bow. Commander Magath stood off to the side, making sure the young girl wouldn't do anything he didn't like. She tried much too hard to get into this position; her father clearly having a hand in getting it for her.
She was the youngest applicant, but she had been exposed and educated since a young age. While she didn't have any field experience, she had knowledge of everything. So she was the most capable candidate. That didn't stop Magath in thinking it odd that she was the only female to want the position.
(y/n) went over the list of the candidates that were left over since they started the program once more. The old advisor had retired leaving the spot open; and (y/n) was quick to apply to it. Well, quick to beg her father for help in securing the position. The age limit was 18, and she was only 16. She had to prove she was smarter than the others, but she wasn't going to stop at nothing to get the position. Her one goal in mind was to reach a spot where she could be with Reiner. It was a selfish reason but it was her reason.
She had asked the kids to pair up and spar, trying to make out the skills that each one currently had. It was her way of weeding out those who had a chance of progressing and who didn't. She caught a name, standing in front of the girl who was trying to keep up with a bigger boy.
She was panting-sweating- but she didn't seem to stop throwing punches at the boy. He was getting annoyed with the little girl, his face twisting into one of irritation. (y/n) watched as he was about to strike her one more time, but the little girl moved and tackled the boy to the ground; a growl coming from her mouth.
"Gabi Braun." She looked up, getting off the boy who was angrily huffing on the ground. The 8 year old girl stood at attention, saluting the older girl who called for her.
"Why are you here?" (y/n) asked, her body language trying to make her look intimidating. She couldn't be soft; someone would be onto her if she was.
"I'm here to be the next holder of the Armored Titan!" The girl shouted.
(y/n)'s mouth twitched, trying her best to not show her emotions to them.
"The Armored Titan? Why that one?"
"Because my cousin is currently the one who has it! And I want to be just like him."
(y/n)'s shoulders dropped, but her expression stayed the same. She looked at the girl with an emotionless face, left hand clenching as a way to keep her anger down.
It's how they do things. One of these kids are gonna take it anyways. Why make a big deal if it was another Braun? It is a big deal. She was going to give up Reiner much quicker. He had a shorter life because they had to give the titan to someone else before he died.
That was if he made it back.
"Is that so?" (y/n) spoke to Gabi. She looked around watching as the boy Gabi was gone and it was just them two in that area.
"I think the Cart Titan is pretty cool. The Jaw Titan is also very useful as well."
"You think titans are cool?" Gabi asked in astonishment, eyes twinkling up at the girl.
"Of course. They help Marley fight off the bad guys." She told the girl. "Also it would be pretty cool to have their powers."
"It's very cool!" Gabi exclaimed.
"Why didn't you get a titan?" She asked in an innocent manner.
"Because she's not Eldian." The girls turned to the voice who spoke, a much taller boy with slicked back hair walking up to them.
Gabi frowned her eyebrows, looking back at (y/n). The woman had her head tilted away, but her lips were pulled into a frown.
"You're Marleyan?" Gabi asked, questioning what Porco had told them.
"I am." (y/n) answered. "I wouldn't be in this position if I wasn't."
Porco glared down at the girl, but she didn't pay him any mind; having gotten used to his temperament.
"Well, I'll try to make it for you! I'll try to get the titan!"
"Good luck to you, then, Braun." (y/n) gave her a closed eyed smile. "I'm sure you can do it."
(y/n) began to walk away from the girl, going back to watching over the other kids. Porco walked behind her, hands in his pockets.
"Why are you here, (y/n)?"
(y/n) didn't turn, instead looking at her clipboard to look at names and faces of the candidates.
"To help my country." Porco snorted.
"You really think I'm going to believe that? What a load of bullshit."
(y/n) abruptly stopped, turning to face Porco with a glare.
"What's it matter if it is a load of bullshit?" She asked him. The boy only started down at her.
"Your opinion in invalid to me." She twisted on her heel but Porco spoke once more.
"I know." He said. "About you and Reiner."
(y/n) suddenly turned back around and gripped onto the boy's arm, dragging him away from the field and towards a more secluded spot.
"Don't go talking out your ass, Galliard." (y/n) glared. "I can remind you, you're still in the unit. One word from me and you're out."
"As if you have that power. You might have it over the younger ones but I'm the one who trains them. They need me to mold their little heads."
"You really think Reiner would want to be with a Marleyan? After what his father did?" Porco glared. "Even if he did, no one would allow you to be with him. You're a princess; Reiner is just the peasant."
"What do you know?"
@rosec0urtz @quirked-catastrophe
#attack on titan#attack on titan imagine#attack on titan smut#attack on titan eren#armin aot#armin arlert#reiner x you#reiner braun#reiner imagine#soulmate#soulmate au#annie leonhart#bertolt hoover#eldia
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My OCs/FANFICs I'm Working On
Why am I posting this? Cause lol. It's taken me years to become confident in my writing to actually post what I've been writing so I thought I'd share. I'm writing this in reverse order so it'll be from my most recently conceived to my oldest.
Adela Kunzli - Attack on Titan; Eldian from Paradis and member of the Scouts. Her story is A Love Like This Burns So Deep, and each chapter has a section from the past and the present. The story is rated Explicit for both loving and dark reasons. I came up with her back at the start of the year. Like, I had her one week and went fuck it, I've got to write this lol. She's one of two OCs I have that I have a bunch of What If's/One-Shots for.
Sarah Evans - AEW/Wrestling; Only fic/oc to take place in the real world. Sarah's a wrestler who goes by Diana Spector in the ring. She exists because I became horny for some wrestlers and am not a fan of celeb x you/reader style stories personally, but I like the concept of them, so I came up with this. Originally started out as an Orange Cassidy/OC but is now Preston Vance/OC. My threesome chapter for her is just sitting in my drafts, and nothing else has been written outside of drabbles I keep deleting and re-writing.
Bryn Olasdotter - Teen Wolf; A Valkyrie and member of the McCall Pack. She is in Only The Moon Howls. Originally she was named Brandi Hale and was Derek's cousin and Stiles's love interest before evolving into Brandi Segher and being a weretiger after the episode came out where Derek said he's the only member of his family left. Between the airing of seasons one and two, she became Bryn and a Valkyrie. Bryn initially had a love interest named Miguel, who was a werejaguar, but I scrapped that because as Bryn evolved and the show continued, they didn't make sense together. Bryn has always, since the beginning, had body image issues (though she used to suffer from body dysmorphia and was bulimic) and has a contentious relationship with her mother.
Akiko - Naruto; I have a bunch of Naruto OCs, but she is my most prominent. Originally thought up back in 2003 (?), her name was initially Hikari Jasmin, and she was the great-granddaughter of Ebizo. She became Akiko more recently, and her family has changed, but her personality, looks, and skill set have all stayed the same. I'm currently writing the first chapter of the story, which is a Kankuro x OC and is mostly smut with some plot, lol.
Hal - Saint Seiya/KotZ; Hal stayed the same the most out of all my OCs from the time she was conceived till now, with only three changes happening. Originally her name was Alexandra; she was a Kido kidlet like the other Bronzes and had armour but was not a Saint of Athena but worked for another deity. Her name is now Hal (a nickname), and her father is the British Ambassador to Japan, and she's not a Saint/Knight/Warrior or whatever you want to call it to a deity. Originally she was the love interest for Hyoga, but I switched her over to Ikki once I realized that even though it was opposites attract, Hyoga's non-manga love interests aren't even close in personality to Hal's, and she is better suited for Ikki. And omg, was that the best thing because I think Ikki and Hal are absolutely adorable together, and I just can't with them. They're so wholesome but smutty at the same time, lol.
Amaunet - X-Men/Marvel; My first ever OC was not Amaunet; it was actually a mutant named Reign, but as I began creating other mutants and Marvel characters, she went from being the top to just being there, and Amaunet became the main. Her real name is Jochebed Nassar, and she is from Palestine. I won't go too far into her backstory as I am writing her story up, but where she grew up is extremely important to who she is. Originally her name was Jennifer Howlett, and she was Wolverine's daughter from Egypt, but that didn't last long once I realized her name didn't match; she did stay as a Howlett for a time, but I scrapped that back when I re-worked her to fit into New X-Men Academy X, becoming the person she is now. Jo is my main character in multiple X-Men multiverse fics, such as 'House of M Doesn't Happen,' and Universe 161, aka everything, is canon up until when I stopped reading comics because I hated how cross-overy it became and just made up the rest on my own. Jo is the only one I have drawings of because of her various gear/costumes. She has aerokinesis.
#fanfiction#original characters for existing work#oc's#i love them they are my babies and I just want to talk about them#x-men#saint seiya#naruto#teen wolf#aew#attack on titan
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Danger of a different kind awaited them outside the military compound, the risk growing as they suffered the long, slow slide into puberty. Some days, Annie felt as though she held her breath the whole way home, fearful she would draw the attention of the Marleyan guards. Lesser, for being Eldian. Lesser, for being female in a male-dominated military.
The nature of the candidate program had forced them in direct competition with one another, but Annie felt there was a furtive sort of solidarity. Instinct could not be blamed when she reached for Emily – not when Annie had never held a hand before, not when it was far from reflex.
Gaze half-veiled by her heavy fringe of blonde hair, she offered her companion a shy glance, and gave their threaded fingers a tentative squeeze. Gently, knowing first-hand the stiffness and ache that came from the repeated squeeze of a trigger, the memory of gunfire still ringing in their ears.
“I’ll walk you home.”
Training is nothing less than grueling for these kids. Long hours, from the crack of dawn to the setting sun on the horizon. Some days they’ll walk home in the dead of night. When they should be getting adequate sleep, they’re worked to the bone. Between daily drills and the heat of the battlefield, rest has become a luxury. All the while, they’re witnessing the worst of what humanity has to offer, through dirt, sweat, blood, and hidden tears.
Of course, this is what they signed up for, even if they don’t fully understand the consequences. But they are still human, these Warrior candidates, despite what the world tells them. Sheep in wolf’s skin—becoming the wolf.
Because Emily has seen the worst in humanity, nights like this make her nervous. Tense. With all the training the program has to offer, it does not prepare her for the dangers of simply existing as a young girl. A young woman. Familiar fingers interlace with her own, and it brings her back from her dazed thoughts. Her gaze trails from joined hands to her blonde friend beside her. ‘Friend’—Emily isn’t sure if that’s the right word. She would hope so.
She squeezes back, gently. Trembling. A knowing response.
“Thanks, Annie.”
Her voice is soft, quiet, like the evening breeze.
#austerulous#( ANSWERED. )#( V. AOT. ) – ashes on the fire.#girlies having each other in the face of danger only *they* can understand >>>>>>>
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