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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 || 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

“𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: 5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth

Pairing: mobboss!Mikasa x Fem!reader

Summary: Mikasa was protective to what she had made for herself. Out of the criminal spiderweb she’s threaded, you were at the center. And when someone tries to taint you, there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do to keep what belongs to her.

Warnings: Dark!fic, torture, talk of sexual assualt, Mikasa being very possesive, and fluffy shit.

Words 1354

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Do you have something you care about, Lily?”

The injured girl didn’t answer. Her head hung forward with a dim light above her shining above her. The sound of a pair of shoes bouncing off the walls in the quiet wine cellar was all that could be heard. With the smell of her own bitter blood invading every inch of her mouth and her nose.

A hand threaded through her hair, yanking her head up to look at the towering figure above her. But she was greeted by the emotionless deadpan belonging to Mikasa. The woman was notorious all over Tokyo for the criminal empire she’d built. And even though she showed no ounce of emotion on her face, her eyes spoke differently.

They were darker than anything she had seen. A pure generated darkness in them. She was a dark fucking spirit made to vanquish anything in her path. Coincidentally, Lily had found herself in the path of the dangerous, Mikasa Ackerman. No hope of leaving this dingy, dusty cellar with her life.

“I asked you a question, Lily.” Mikasa’s fingers tightened in their hold on the blonde’s hair. Her nails dug into the smaller girl’s scalp at a painful level. Likely leaving cuts where blood would seep through and cause strands to stick together.

“I- I don’t know-”

Her head swung to the side by the force of Mikasa backhanding her. Blood spilled from her bruised lips as she cried, whimpering in pain that was red hot across her body. She could barely register the intensity before someone else grabbed her head and lifted it up. Just enough to see Mikasa fixing her black leather gloves.

“I have something to care about,” Mikasa said. “My kitten.” A soft laugh fell from her lips. One full of content and love. “So innocent, yet, so wicked. I can’t imagine a life without her at this point. If anything was to happen to her, I don’t know what I would do.”

“Ms. Ackerman, I- I promise nothing happened,” Lily whimpered. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” Mikasa interrupted. “I mean, why else touch her when you knew who she was with. Not to mention that you didn’t stop your friends from deciding to lay their fingers on her.”

A deep sigh fell from Mikasa as she, for once, cracked a smile. But in no way was it one that could be considered kind or lighthearted. That was something Lily knew just from the entire existence of Mikasa. Nothing ever made her smile besides the idea of torment or her fiancé.

“And for you not to have been paying for the protection I provide you and your family isn’t even on my mind.” Mikasa turned to the table behind her. A wide option of tools at her disposal that Lily had yet to notice from her bruised eyes. “But, the blood on my hands from your untidiness is a price I’ve had to pay. So, you will send me all the money you have for the misfortunes you have caused for me and my business.”

“Mikasa-”

“After that, you can then deal with the next debt you have created,” Mikasa interrupted. “As stated, I am not emotional about the money. But I am emotional about the fact that someone laid their hands on my wife.”

Mikasa still remembers how you had tried to clean your skin. She found the shower floor to be coated in your blood from how hard you had rubbed your skin. It was raw to the touch and forever damaged. At this point, Mikasa didn’t expect you to tell her what exactly happened. All it took was a few questions around, extensive amounts of blood to destroy her clothing and then she was given the answer.

There was a slight twitch of Mikasa’s upper lip as she glared down at the blonde. “My wife!” She yelled, causing the woman to yelp and bow her head in fear. “No amount of money on God’s green Earth can pay for that transgression, Lily. No, for that…”

The painful sound of a metal screeching across its familiar counterpart filled the air. Before Lily was greeted by the sight of a Bowie Knife held heavily in Mikasa’s hand. Crouching down in front of her and motioning to her with said knife. “I want a pound of flesh.”

For a moment, Lily didn’t understand. Stammering out her confusion until Mikasa grabbed her face. Cheeks squished together with her lips pursing like a pufferfish. That same dark glint in Mikasa’s eyes was ever more unrelenting and resentful.

“I do not care where on your anatomy it is withdrawn from,” Mikasa stated. “If you don’t have the stomach to take it for yourself, I am sure my friend, Eren, would not mind doing it for you. But a penny short, a gram shy, you don’t walk out of here alive. You will watch every hour each of your loved ones be killed in front of you.”

Lily was flabbergasted, understandably. But Mikasa didn’t show much care as she slapped Lily. “Am I clear, Lily?” All that could be given in response was a whimper. Mikasa took it and stood to her feet, holding the knife out for her childhood best friend to take. “Remember Lily, I want my pound. Ruin that, I’ll kill you myself.”

And with that, Mikasa left Lily with an ultimatum whilst the mob boss went to go comfort her fiancé. Mikasa walked up the spiralling steps of the cellar until met by the large wooden door. Its frame was cracking and moulding from the many years of holding its place in this large mansion. She should replace it soon.

Pushing that large decrepit door open, Mikasa was greeted by the fluorescent lights of her kitchen. The marble island top shone brightly as she quickly noticed how the creaking of the door was all that could be heard throughout the mansion. It was unnerving, even for Mikasa who was used to your giddy and flourishing personality.

But she shouldn’t have expected you to feel such a way. Not after the shit you went through at the party two days ago. She just wished she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her work. Maybe then, she might’ve been able to kill Lily and her friends in front of everyone. Sending a clear message to everyone who would quickly understand to not touch what was hers.

Making her way up the stairs towards your shared bedroom, she could hear the faint sound of music and the running showerhead. With such elegance, Mikasa entered the bedroom to find the bathroom door wide open, almost inviting her. Of course, she took the chance and entered. From the glass that fogged up the glace, she could see your petite, sleek figure under the water.

“Y/n.” Your body stilled for a moment, startled by the sudden presence of your future wife. But you relaxed when you saw her on the other side of the glass. Running a wet hand across the glass, you smiled at the soft eyes Mikasa held. “Mind if I hop in, kitten?”

“I think we’re past the stage of asking, Mika,” you teased softly and the woman took that as the answer she needed.

Slowly relieving herself of her clothes, she soon stepped into the shower. Body pressing against your soaked back with her arms wrapping around your waist. Face dipping into the crook of your neck, angling her head well enough that she was being hit with water. Your hands reached down to hers that rested on your abdomen. Interlocking them, you turned your head enough to kiss Mikasa on the forehead.

“Is it done?” You murmured, feeling her hands tighten their hold with yours.

“It is,” Mikasa whispered. “No one is left to hurt you.”

And you believed her. If it had come from anyone else, their reassurance would be nothing but a lie to try and ease your anxiety. But Mikasa was the most powerful woman in Tokyo. There wasn’t anyone that could make that promise come true beside her.

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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Hi hi!! Congrats on your milestone :) can i request “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” (9) + with mikasa !! Thank u :)

♡ certifiedjaeger’s 800 event ♡

Character: Mikasa Ackerman x fem!reader

Prompt: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Word Count: 500+

A/N: Thank you so much!! <3 I originally planned to do something else with this, but decided to take a different route (kinda wanna do a part 2 tbh 😈)

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“Mikasa, wake up.”

The girl beneath you rustles around slowly in her bed as you shake her body, a small groan leaving her lips as she begins to wake from her slumber. “What?” Her voice speaks out in an annoyed tone, still very much filled with sleep.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. So… Get. Up.” You emphasize each word with a small, gentle hit from one of her spare pillows.

“You’ll be fine,” she groans again, taking the pillow from your hands as she begins to sit up. “Trust me, you’ll be just fine,” she says more gently now, hoping to comfort the best friend she’s secretly been in love with for a year. “Why are you so nervous anyways?”

“I’m not nervous,” you say–even unconvincingly to yourself–as you fidget with your fingers, suddenly casting your eyes down.

“Yeah, sure,” she lets out a small chuckle as she stretches her tired body, a small sliver of skin revealing itself as her thin shirt rides up. When you don’t respond, she softly tilts your chin up with her pointer finger and forces you to meet her eyes; almost as if daring you to tell her that she’s wrong, that she doesn’t know exactly what’s going on in that little head of yours.

“I– I don’t know. Blind dates just freak me out.”

“It’s just coffee,” she points out, trying to soothe your nerves even though it hurts to think about you going on a date with someone who isn’t her. “Plus, I’m sure Hitch hasn’t set you up with anyone… weird or anything. You’ll be fine, babe,” she lets the little pet name slip out as she offers you a smile–even if it is a pained one. “And if you’re not and he is weird, I’ll beat his ass. And then afterward, we can watch movies in bed together and you’ll forget all about him, I promise.”

“Thanks,” you pout, looking at her with soft eyes. “You don’t have to assault people for me though.”

“I think I do, actually. If anybody messes with you, it’s simply what they deserve,” she shrugs, glancing down at your lips for half a second. “I always have your back, you know.”

“I know,” you smile warmly, taking her hand in yours. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah,” she offers a weak smile back, feeling you squeeze her hand lightly before pulling her into your arms and hugging her tightly to your body. The feeling of your chest flush against hers as your scent fills her in an intoxicating manner is bittersweet. You’re so close–so close–and yet, she can’t have you. Not in the way that she really wants anyways. She bites down any desire that she has for you and swallows her pathetic need to scream from the top of her lungs just how badly she’s in love with you– She lets it all disappear from her as she lets out a small sigh. “Yeah… What are best friends for?”

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badkarma-a · 2 years

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Bartender!Mikasa x Tattoo Artist!Reader

synopsis: After a messy break up, and promising yourself to take a break from the dating scene and heal. You’d think that would be the end of it. Until you meet a pretty bartender with eyes the color of the moon.

note 6: Whipped - wc: 3k

song: The Moment by Tame Impala

warnings: suggestive content, foreplay, (food play), super sweet content :,)

taglist: open!

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It’s been two days since the night at the bar. Pieck left back for college yesterday, you asked her why she was going back considering Christmas was so close. She just smiled, stating, “I will be back for Christmas Day, I just needed to come here for a quick visit with my dad.” Her dad has been having health scares recently, and it shocked her enough to book a flight down. You also never got to know of Piecks friends, she just said it was two guys who wanted to accompany her.

“Do you have any appointments tomorrow?” Mikasa asks, fingers dancing up your arm, as you lay in her embrace on the couch. You both have been no farther than arms lengths since the night, since Mikasa suddenly felt the urgency to keep you.

“Just one at noon, why?” Your eyes watch as Mikasa hands start to rub your arm, her other hand holding her head up on the top of the couch.

“Well I was just thinking of maybe trying to make an appointment with my favorite artist.” You whip your head around to see Mikasa’s small smile, her eyes looking over your excited and shocked face.

“Really? I mean- yeah of course! Sorry I’m just shocked, but also so excited,” you say out of breath smiling, your smile reaching your eyes. “What’re you thinking of getting?”

“Well I’m thinking maybe a dragon, some flowers, I don’t really know yet,” Mikasa hums, thinking as she moves her hand keeping her head up, moving it to lightly rub the back of your neck, inching into your hair.

“What about a tiger and some flowers, I think it would fit you,” you smile, imagining all the details you could adorn Mikasa’s body with.

“Why a tiger?”

“Well, tigers represent strength, independence, and royalty. I also think they are such beautiful and majestic creatures, I just think it would fit you well Mika.” Mikasa feels a jump in her heart, having such nice words spoken about her, feeling her heart thumping harder and harder.

You suddenly feel Mikasa’s arm enveloping you into a warm and comforting hug. Mikasa never really has been a person to hug you a whole lot, but you happily wrap your arms around her body, giving her a tight squeeze.

“I like your idea,” she mumbles into your back, feeling her hands rubbing lowly in your back. You smile into her neck, giving her neck a small peck.

“Want me to go pick up dinner?” Mikasa asks shifting in your embrace, you laugh at the sudden subject change. It’s very Mikasa to go from sweet and sentimental to suddenly asking about dinner.

“Sure Mika, what’re you thinking?” You ask unraveling your arms from around her. Mikasa’s heart melts at the big smile on your face, yours doing the same at her sweet face.

“What do you want?” She questions opening up her phone, searching for food places near your apartment. She’s only been to yours one other time, so she isn’t familiar with the area of your apartment.

“Well there’s the food trucks just down the street, a Thai food truck that should be open for another hour, I think even the Chinese food one is open, oh! I think there’s Sushi too!” You recite, trying to remember what food trucks are in the lot near your house.

“Hmm i'll surprise you,” she hums, getting off the couch, moving to get her shoes.

“Do you want me to come?” You smile standing up, hoping to stay by her side.

“It’s okay, just stay here.” She smiles, giving you a kiss on your forehead, leaving out the door with her shoes on.

If it weren’t for the small kiss, you would’ve assumed Mikasa wasn’t happy with you. It did hurt a bit to not be invited to get dinner, but knowing Mikasa, she probably just wanted you to relax and not have to walk there.

You frown at the now empty apartment, feeling the eerie quietness nipping at your skin. You quickly feel the grime on your skin, all your sense feeling heightened having to be alone in your house. While it’s never been an issue, it may be because of Mikasa not letting you come with her and feeling down about it.

You quickly think of taking a quick shower, with Mikasa’s walk and the wait for the food, you should be able to take a shower easily.

You bypass your room, not caring about getting clothes, walking straight into your bathroom, immediately turning the knob in your shower just below the hottest setting. You strip your day clothes from your body, leaving them in the corner of your bathroom, making a mental note to grab them and put them in the hamper in your room.

You step into the shower, letting the water engulf you, already feeling the hot water soothe your skin. You lose track in the shower, usually you bring your phone in the bathroom for music, but today you left it on the couch. After what felt like just a second in the shower you turn off the shower, stepping onto the fuzzy bath mat, feeling the fibers tickle your feet. You smile at the feeling, quickly grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. After feeling the towel now just gliding over your dry skin, you quickly set it on the counter, grabbing your clothes and setting it on top of the towel. Your fingers entrapping your fluffy bathrobe, quickly putting in on to prevent the cold hair from getting to you.

You trail out of the bathroom, quickly into your room to set your towel and clothes into the hamper. Smelling something sweet, that wasn’t there previously. You cautiously walk into the kitchen to see the candle in the kitchen now lit, a white plastic bag on the counter, and Mikasa standing by the lit candle, holding flowers.

As Mikasa sees the confused look illustrated on your face, she begins to speak.

“I know I haven’t been the most upfront person with you, and we haven’t really labeled anything. I hope you don’t mind that I left you home alone, but I had to go get these flowers, and there’s a slice of cake in that bag too. There was a food truck that had cheesecake and I don’t know if it’s good or not, but it looked good! Anyways, what I’m trying to say, well ask, is if I could be your girlfriend.”

Your eyes brim with tears as you nod your head, quickly moving to take the flowers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Of course Mika,” you say quietly into her neck, tightening your grip just a tad. Her free hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. You step away and wipe your eyes, feeling the wetness now on the back of your hand.

“These flowers are beautiful, where’d you get these?” You question looking at the array of pinks, purples, and white flowers, all wrapped in brown paper, taking a deep whiff of the fresh flowers.

“I had Historia meet me at the food trucks with them, Ymir was there too. She owns a flower store and she said she’d personally deliver them because she already closed up her store for the day.” Mikasa explains, grabbing the plastic bag on the kitchen counter, grabbing and placing styrofoam boxes on the counter.

You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the urge to cry once again. Mikasa has done so much to get the flowers, food, even a little dessert, just to ask you to be her girlfriend.

“So what did you get my lovely girlfriend,” you smile, walking over to a kitchen cabinet, grabbing a colorful vase.

“I got us Thai food, because we had Sushi yesterday and Chinese food a few days ago,” she says as she opens up the containers checking the contents.

You nod your head as Mikasa explains her reasoning, you begin filling up the bright vase with water, once it fills up you unravel the brown paper from the flowers. Admiring them for a few seconds, before setting them inside, adjusting them as needed.

“Do you like them?” Mikasa points at the flowers, one brow arched.

“They’re the best Mika, they’re so pretty and smell amazing, also just the thought makes them the best ever.” You grin widely, smelling them once again, setting them down by the candle she lit. It’s a candle you picked out when the two of you were shopping not too long ago. You look up from the flowers at Mikasa, seeing her face blooming with a red hue.

“So what’s this about a cheesecake food truck?” You smile, walking over to sit besides Mikasa on the chairs by the island. Seeing black sharpie on top of the containers, indicating the food.

“They just got there like a week ago, they do a lot of cheesecake stuff mainly. I got us just some regular cheesecake, and then I got us a chocolate dipped one to try.” She brings out two plastic triangle shaped containers, seeing the cheesecake through them.

“You're the best Mika,” you smile leaning over, placing a peck on her cheek, then peppering kisses all over the side of her face.

“It’s taking everything in me not to pull you to my bedroom, and kiss every inch of you,” you whisper into her ear, seeing her body suddenly freeze. You sit back up in your chair, navigating your focus to the container in front of you, opening it to see Pad Thai.

“Just so you know, the feeling is mutual, all I want right now is to see everything under your robe.” She smirks, opening up her red curry and rice. You feel heat bloom in your face, as you cross your legs trying to gain some friction.

You both sit and eat, making small conversation from time to time. The brief silence between conversations is soothing, and not harsh like most silence. You both talk about your work schedule, you telling Mikasa about the tattoo you plan on giving her tomorrow. Mikasa talks about how Levi came and watched her and Jean bartend the other day, and how he laid into Jean about his speed behind the bar.

“I mean I think I go a bit faster, but Jean still goes fast. I think Levi just expects to be human robots at this point, since we’ve been working there so long.” She chuckles, shoveling curry and rice into her mouth, doing the same with you Pad Thai.

As you both finish up your food, you get up and grab the both of you a glass of water, setting it down in your spots.

“Should I get some extra whip cream? I like cheese cake a lot of whip cream,” you announce, grabbing the red can of whip cream and setting it in between you guys’ water. Mikasa chuckles as you set the can down, as she moves the cheesecakes by the two of you.

As you sit back down, Mikasa looks inside the bag, in hopes of finding a fork, to only find one flimsy plastic one.

“Here I can get—”

“No worries, come here,” Mikasa challenges, grabbing your stool and moving it to be closer to her. You hold the slit of your robe close, feeling it start to fly up a bit because of her speed.

Mikasa opens the container with the chocolate covered cheesecake in it, using the plastic fork to take the front ‘v’ chunk. She grabs the can of whip cream, putting a small dollop on top of it, guiding it towards your mouth. You open your mouth widely, closing your lips around the fork, tasting the sweet cold textures in your mouth. Moaning as the chocolate, and sugary cheesecake hit your taste buds.

“Mika, it's so good! My turn,” you quickly grab the fork from her hand, coping her, including whip cream without even asking if she wants it. You feed her as well, seeing her face contort into a smile at the dessert. As you see a small smudge of whip cream on the top of her lip, you quickly lean in and kiss the spot, getting a sweet kiss.

You pull away from her face, sitting in silence as you both look at each other with an undetermined look on your faces. Until Mikasa grasps the back of your neck with her hand, pulling you harshly back to her.

Mikasa kisses have always felt similar, hot, deep, and sensual. Unlike this kiss, which is feeling more intimate, slow, and passionate. As Mikasa traps you in the kiss, which you aren’t complaining about, you wrap your hands around the base of her neck.

As Mikasa feels your hands beginning to tangle into her hair, she takes the initiative to rub her hands down the outside of your robe, playing with the belt.

“Can I take this off?” She mumble on your lips, as you quickly nod, wet lips clasping back on hers.

She slowly unties the belt of your robe, leaving it limp. She doesn’t fully take off your robe, just letting it dangle, the inside of your breasts visible. As Mikasa's hands dance around your waist, lightly massaging under your breast. A moan ripples out of your throat as her cold hands lightly graze your nipple, going back to massaging lightly.

“Mika,” you groan into the kiss, while she is more focused on your chest than the kiss.

“Can I try something,” she slowly separates from the kiss, putting her forehead on yours. Your putty in Mikasa's hands, as you let out an airy ‘yes’.

Mikasa moves back into the kiss, standing up from the stool as she does so. Now being in front of you, she lightly pushes some pressure, your back now hitting the cold granite you can feel a bit through your thin bathrobe. You let out a hiss at the cold feeling, Mikasa still having her tongue hit yours.

You suddenly hear Mikasa moving stuff from the counter, letting you lay back farther on the counter, while still sitting down, but not hitting any of your guys’ food. Until you hear a sudden pop sound, as you open your eyes to see Mikasa with the can of whip cream, and the plastic lid hitting the floor.

“You promise you’re okay with this?” Mikasa asks, pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to hers. As she shakes the can vigorously in her right hand, her left still lightly on your ribs.

“I trust you Mika,” you nod, panting heavily, chest rising and falling with every breath. Mikasa smirks at the sight of your distressed form, breast rising and falling under the shear fabric.

You watch as Mikasa takes her left hand, pulling you robe to the side, your breast on full display. As she takes the can, swirling a small amount on your nipple. You let out a surprised yelp, the cold airy textures being foreign. Mikasa chuckles a bit, as she takes the van putting another skirl on your other bare nipple. You press your legs together, trying to gain pressure.

“Please Mika, it’s so cold,” you whine, as Mikasa sets the can back down on the table, leaning down and pressing kisses just around the dessert. Her hands roam your waist, lightly pressing on your back.

When Mikasa finally placed an opened mouth kiss to your nipple, licking over the whip cream, sucking lightly. A high pitched moan leaves your throat, as you clench your legs in slightly. Mikasa uses her teeth just slightly, not painful but enough to feel it.

She pulls back, whip cream on her top lip, as she licks over your hardened nipple, no sight of whip cream. She massages at your breast, whip cream still on your other nipple, as she licks and bites at the one she already cleaned.

She begins to leave opened mouth kisses on your breast, starting to suck a bit harder on the top of your breast.

“Mika—“ you groan as you feel her begin to use her teeth a bit, definitely leaving a mark. Mikasa looks down as she licks over her mark, seeing the hickey beginning to form, already a bright hue.

“I love seeing your body, especially when my marks are littered all over it,” she slurs, looking at your other breast. Flattening her tongue, she wipes the whip cream up slowly. Smiling at your hardened nipple, and the high pitch squeal that comes from your mouth. Beginning to suck once again, biting on your sensitive nipple.

“I also love the tattoos you have,” she smiles, saliva connecting her mouth to your nipple. As she traces the tattoo you have on your ribs, almost under your boob. The tattoo that was done by Annie, just a month after you guys met. You told her about the pretty design you made the other day and the idea of getting your first rib piece. She offered to do it, and as you sat getting the tattoo done, you both discussed anything and everything. Life events, animals, work, and even beverages. Which led you to find out that Annie is an avid tea person.

“I l-love your hair, a-and your mouth,” you hum, gripping her dark hair. She chuckles at your remark, smiling at your worn out face. The mixture of flexing your core to look at Mikasa’s face and the pure pleasure of her mouth, has you already feeling worn out.

She soothingly rubs your breast one more time, before running her hands down your waist and grazing your back. You pull her head into the crook of your neck, laying your yours on top of hers. Your breath syncs up with hers, as you both steady your breaths.

“Now I get why you add whip cream to everything, although you already are delicious.” She smiles deviously, grinning into your neck. You let out a belly laugh, clenching your arms around your stomach.

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loudteller · 1 year

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ackercoded · 6 months

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i am so soft for levi ackerman y’all don’t understand. a little ashamed to admit that when i’d just started aot i didn’t like him and thought he had a weird haircut but eventually grew to love the absolute living shit out of this 2D guy who’s truly like no other. he’s known to be stoic and reserved but to me he is the most emotional and humane character in the entire series, and still while being so he never let his emotions get in the way, he carried out his duty as a soldier to the very end and still remained the kindest most precious person, no matter how much pain and loss he had to suffer. no character will ever have a hold on me the way you do, levi ackerman. <3

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levi501ackerman · 4 days

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MASTERLIST by Levi501ackerman

Levi x Reader

She Looks Just Like a Dream | Fluff

"One day the scouts find out Levi has a wife. Everyone wants to meet her."

Living In A Dream | Pining

"Levi refuses to date a subordinate so instead he pines over you. Kind of ridiculous how much he overthinks every interaction with you."

Object of Affection | Fluff

"Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love."

Wish That I Could | Angst

"Levi missed his chance to date you. So he watches you from afar."

Allegiance | Part 1 Part 2

"You're a wealthy citizen from Stohess. When the survey corps are in the city, you can't help but fall for a cute captain."

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mimiwrites2000 · 6 months

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The Last One To Reach The Tree

Archive of Our Own

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried. If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart. If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down.

Mikasa was eager to meet with Eren, she was eager to reunite with him. And so was Armin.

~~~ Post Canon story about the theory that Armin is the last one to reunite with them.

He always knew Mikasa was more eager to reunite with Eren, and he knew she would join him as soon as she could.

And he knew that it would hurt as hell.

Even if it was after seventy years.

Even after they had kids and grandchildren.

He knew it would still hurt as hell.

He lived every moment with her, they were at each other’s weddings, they held each other’s first borns, they were there when they were called a grandma and a grandpa for the first time.

What else was there to happen?

What more were they to see?

He heard those words from those around him far too many times.

Mikasa lived her life to the fullest and mama had breathed until the very last word of her story.

But it hurt him, as hell.

It hurts him to look at a headstone, two headstones, and know that his friends were there.

Under the ground.

Six feet under the ground.

Beneath that tree, with its trunk aloft and proud, layers and layers of months and years and decades, and its leaves a varying charade of oranges, yellows, and occasionally, a bright blood-red, swaying in the spring’s warm breeze.

Armin looks up at the leaves above his head, just a quick glance, before he regrets it and tilts his head back down; the midday sun’s rays harsh in his eyes.

He leans against his cane, resting his chin on the hand that clutched the cane, and sways on his spot.

“The living and the dead,” he says, “oh the living and the dead.”

He gazes at Eren’s headstone, a much older headstone, the craving almost washed out; but Mikasa, for as long as she lived, had always taken care of it, as if the headstone had a heart of its own, as if it breathed and was alive. “Eren, you should’ve seen Mikasa, she lived a happy, long, life,” Armin mutters, “she had kids and grandkids, she held my kids and my grandkids, and my daughter is pregnant, I feel bad for her child, because her child will never know Mikasa.

“Eren,” Armin continues, tilting his head; he is tired, so tired. “We lived long lives, we lived very long lives, we even retired, can you believe that? We retired, for once, the scouts retired before dying.”

Then he turns his gaze at Mikasa’s headstone; speckless, new, “Mikasa…” he wants to say something, he should say something, he couldn’t know what to say, what is there to be said anyway?

“Mikasa…” he calls her name again, and with a broken voice, he quietly cries out, “I miss you… I miss you.”

Armin had so many things to tell Eren, to tell Mikasa, but words felt like a heavy weight, a very heavy weight he could no longer carry, instead, he reminisced.

Silently.

The times in Fort Salta, after the war.

In fact, Armin couldn’t remember those days too well, a thick fog obscured them from Armin’s eyes; not because of his old age, well through his seventh decade, but because he had been through so much pain, so much hurt, so much chaos that his brain just decided to take those days off of the shelve, and burn them, as if they never happened.

The only thing Armin remembers was holding Eren’s lifeless head in his arms.

But the months after it, Armin remembers them so well.

He remembers his friends, being closer than ever, he remembers Annie’s father, he remembers him so well, his cane and his face and his unyielding scrunched eyebrows. He remembers his face when he asked his permission to propose to Annie; shocked, yet happy, yet confused, yet unbelieving—

But relieved.

Armin remembers his wedding day so well, it was vivid in his mind. He could never forget his friends’ efforts to give him a wedding, so they held an intimate party on the boat, only for themselves. They got Armin a suit and Annie a white dress; they were simple, really, but it meant the world to him.

He was the first of his friends to get married, but the last to have a child.

It was a struggle, another hardship in life, but Annie got pregnant in the end, and her pregnancy was tough, hard, and difficult, but they had a beautiful boy that got his mother’s nose and his father’s eyes.

Then they had two more children; another boy, and their youngest, a girl.

A gorgeous, gorgeous girl.

She is Armin’s happiness.

He loves all his kids; of course he does, but his daughter is the light in his eyes, she is his happiness, his joy.

He loves her, and he loves her button nose, because she was the only one who didn’t get her mother’s nose, but she got her mother’s eyes and hair.

All of his kids grew up, and all of them had the best education they could have, and all of them got married; his daughter was the last of them to find a partner, and is pregnant with her first child.

“Oh, Eren,” Armin finds words, finds a few words that he could use, “I am sad, I am sad for you, I wish you know what it feels like to hold your child, to hold your grandchild.”

Armin lets out a strangled sigh, “It’s none of what I ever felt in my life. Holding your child, seeing them growing up, fighting with them, all the screams and the fights and the misunderstandings… Eren, I wish you lived to feel that too.”

Armin’s hand on the cane wobbles, and it jumps from its place, breaking in half. Armin falls on his knees, threads of winces and groans leave his mouth, the thorns of the weed around the graves dig mercilessly into his wrinkled hands.

He slowly sits straight, taking deep breaths. He closes his eyes; that wasn’t the first time his body let him down, his body had always betrayed him, had always given up at the worst of times and worst of places.

Armin pulls the thorns from his hand, plucks them one after the other. Some of the thorns left no trace behind, not even a scratch, but most of them left a scar and a trail of blood.

Armin hugged his hand, and breathed deeply.

“We lived long lives, Eren, we lived long lives.”

“Armin?”

Armin turns his head, and there she is.

“My love,” he greets her, as she approaches him.

She is older than him, two years older than, but she is the healthiest of them all. And Armin wondered how she did that; she carried kids and went through all of those decades, and there she is.

White hair invaded her head, wrinkles adorned her face, her hands thin and yet calloused, and her eyes as blue as the day he met her.

“You can’t leave the house unannounced, Armin, what did we say about that?” She tells him as she stands next to him, but he doesn't get up.

He doesn’t want her to know that he fell, he doesn’t want her to know that he broke his cane and fell.

But with one glance at the broken pieces of the cane, she understands. She kneels next to him, and sits beside him.

“I won’t stand in your way,” she assures him, “just let me know when you want to leave the house, the kids are worried about you.”

“Who is visiting?” He asks.

“All of them,” she informs him, “we invited them for lunch, don’t you remember?”

“Ah right,” but he doesn’t remember.

“Let’s head back home,” Annie starts to get up, but he holds her hand, halting her.

And her heart drops in her stomach.

“My love,” he calls her, watching his friends’ headstones, “we lived long lives, didn’t we?”

Annie’s eyebrows meet in the middle; Armin isn’t being himself, he is distant, far away.

In another time.

In another place.

“Armin?”

“We lived long, happy lives, didn’t we?” He asks her, turning his head, and looking at her.

She sits back down, “We did.”

“We did everything any human wishes to do, didn’t we?”

“We did.”

He hums, satisfied, and looks back at his friends’ graves.

Armin

“Do you think…” he asks, “they are together now?”

Annie’s throat closes on itself, she wants to shake him.

She wants him to take her hand and walk home with her.

She wants to tell him that he can’t go before her, that he can’t let go yet.

Not yet.

Not before her.

Please, please, please.

“They are together,” she mutters, taking a deep breath, the corner of her eyes burning, “they are together.”

“They are happy, they are together,” Armin continues, a tear sliding down his face. “Annie…” he breathes her name, the way he always pronounced it with his heart, “I want to be with them too.”

She gazes at his face, and she would’ve protested, she is supposed to tell him no, that his kids are waiting for him, lunch warm on the table.

She is supposed to tell him that he is still there with them.

But he isn’t.

Armin

He is already there, he is already a step out the door.

He is no longer with her.

He doesn’t ask her to forget about him, he doesn’t ask her to let him go, because a voice, a familiar voice, told him that she will be with him very soon.

“I miss them,” he says to Annie, “I miss them so much.”

“They miss you too,” Annie whispered, placing her forehead against his own. “And I will miss you, I will miss you.”

But his sight isn’t focused, and she doesn’t know if he heard her or not, she doesn’t know how far he is.

She kisses his forehead, a long, prudent kiss.

Annie gets up, she wipes her tears with the back of her hand, and walks away; he deserves to go easily, he deserves a painless departure.

She walks down the hill and never glances back at him, she walks back to their house, and when she walks in, the joyful chatter dies down.

“Ma,” one of her sons calls, “why are you pale?”

But she doesn’t answer. They get up from the dining table and approach her, “Ma, where’s father?”

She doesn’t answer; she knows the answer, but she can’t say it.

“Mother,” her pregnant daughter, the last to get up, “mother what’s wrong? Where is father?”

“He is with them,” Annie finds her words, “he is happy with them.”

A long thread of whats pierce the air, before the two sons pushed past Annie, rushing outside the house, towards that hill.

The daughter only looked at her mother, frozen in place, in time, as his sons ran to that tree under on that hill.

On that hill, under that tree, with his friends surrounding him, Armin took his last breath.

He doesn’t know for how long he slept, or if he even fell asleep in the first place.

The leaves above him; a bright, juvenile green, swaying with a soft, warm breeze, and the leaning sun casts a soft, warm light over the clouds drifting in the sky, cascading shades and hues of a heavenly glow that whispered unearthly melodies.

He has been to that tree and that hill far too many time, and yet, it feels… different.

It feels… unreal.

“Took you too long.”

Armin hears someone talking to him, a familiar voice.

A voice he didn’t hear in too long.

Way too long.

“Yeah,” Armin answers. He hears laughs, and footsteps, and someone sitting next to him.

Armin turns his head—

“Eren,” Armin says.

“Took you too long,” Eren repeats.

“You fucking asshole,” Armin says, then he smiles, and for the first time in so many years, he has no issues getting up fast.

He throws his arms around Eren, and despite his dilemma, despite his confusion of reality and dreams, he hugs Eren, tight and long and—

“Gosh, I missed you,” Armin says, the tears on his face choking his voice, “I missed you, you fucking asshole.”

“I missed you too,” Eren says, his voice steadier and softer than Armin’s. “I waited for you for so long.”

“Where is Mikasa?” Armin asks, looking around.

“She’s home,” Eren gets up.

“Did you treat her well? I swear to God—”

Eren laughs, “Hey hey! Relax!”

“When will I see Annie?” Armin asks Eren impatiently.

Eren smiles, stretching his hand towards Armin, “Soon, very soon.”

Armin takes Eren’s hand, and only then does he see his hands; smooth, young skin covering them.

“Let’s go home,” Eren tells Armin, pulling him up, standing on their feet.

“Let’s go home!” Armin chirps, a smile on his face.

And with that, the tree watched as Armin sprinted down the hill, Eren running after him, eager for the reunion, eager for the laughs and the warmth and the happiness.

Armin was impatient to reunite with Mikasa again, but secretly, a small part of him was pained to let go of Annie.

She is going to be here, he had to remind himself, she will be here very soon.

The tree was once again abandoned on that hill, observing the far horizon of mountains and blues that met together in the middle; complementing each other.

If the tree could speak, it would’ve cried.

If the tree could speak, it would’ve sobbed and wailed and mourned humanity, mourned the death of humanity in every human’s heart.

If the tree could speak, it would’ve begged to be burnt, to be cut down.

#aot #aruani #armin arlert #attack on titan #armin x annie #shingeki no kyojin #annie leonhart #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #Eremika #eren x mikasa #Post canon #Angst #Angst with a happy ending

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madeinparadis · 1 month

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SAFE | EREN JAEGER

pairing: eren jaeger × reader

cw: fluff and (mostly) angst, fear of loss/death, spoilers for the ending of the manga & anime ofc.

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: all characters

a/n: i was on the zaza (sleep deprived) while writing this, so the brief representation here of the paths is probably not the most accurate, especially given how the cabin scene in the anime & manga left some people confused. either way, hope you enjoy!

The birds chirped gleefully, flying over the roof of your cabin, their sound carrying the message that it was already morning– yet another day beginning and taking away your counted time with your lover, who lay serenely asleep beside you. You observed how the warm sunshine illuminated his face, casting a golden halo around his body that made him look angelic– it distracted you from the plans he would act out in the near future that were, in fact, the opposite of angelic. But pretending didn't hurt, and as long as you were here, you were safe.

You didn't understand the entire complexity and operation of the paths, but they were a very welcome escape for you. After all, if you were to live in reality on earth, Eren would be away from you, tormented and left alone to his own devices– instead, he built you both a home in the paths, which allowed you to run away from everything and just breathe, even if only momentarily.

As the sunlight passed between the curtains and hit his face directly, Eren slowly blinked his eyes open, looking at you.

“You should've slept some more. You seemed peaceful,” you asked, keeping a quiet tone.

“I was,” he replied, his gaze still melting into yours. “And if I got live like this by your side until my death, I'd live in peace.”

“Then don't go.”

“I don't want to go.”

“So stay.”

“You know I can't do that," he muttered. “I have to finish my plan.”

Your expression saddened as you listened to his words. You too knew he would have to leave you for his war, and you also knew you would be alone– all your comrades would go on with their lives, and you would be thinking back to the days when you lived in fear, but in love. It was a cruel reality, the one you lived in, and it was the price you paid for loving a man whose rage and determination made him a slave to freedom. You were, logically, more than aware of the fact that no matter how much Eren Jaeger loved you, he would never put a stop to his plan.

But you could always dream. Dream about a life where the titans never invaded your childhood home, or one where they didn't exist in the first place. In your dreamscape, you could both run off and get married, and Eren would build you a home even better than the one you had at the moment. You would live far away from the bustle in your hometown, somewhere in the countryside, where your days would be serene and quiet. Outside, you would gather the dry laundry with a big basket, watching your husband walk back home with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms. Perhaps, inside your little cottage, you could find room for children of your own– a boy and a girl, much like Eren and Mikasa– they would each have different features from their parents, both in appearance and character. What would they be like? Would they be stubborn like their father, or curious like you? The possibilities were endless, and you cherished the thought of all of them. You could be a good mother, and you wanted nothing more than to be his wife someday. Maybe in another lifetime. In this one, all you could do was daydream as you mindlessly stared at the man lying next to you in bed.

You focused your eyes on Eren's hair, strands messy from the friction against your pillowcases. He looked serious today, and you moved your dominant hand up to softly card your fingers through his hair, continuing your observation of his features.

“I wish I could stop you from doing it,” you spoke up again.

“I know.” His gaze dropped down to your collarbones.

“It's unfair, you know. I should hate you for leaving me before we even got to live...” you stopped for a second, feeling a knot form in your throat. “But even if all of our friends are going to marry and build their own families while I visit your grave, I still can't hate you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you mutter. “I just wish things had worked out differently for us.”

“I do too. You know, when we were younger, I used to think that I would kill every titan, and then we would run away together afterwards.”

Eren's eyes met your own again, and you could sense an odd feeling of nostalgia linger in the air.

“We were so naïve back then.” You smiled, remembering your past days.

“At least now I can save all of you guys.”

You stayed in silence for a moment.

“But no one can save you.” Your hand slid down from his scalp to caress his cheek.

“You've already saved me,” he contested, placing his hand on top of yours, over his face.

“Not from death.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“You can't stop me from dying.” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But you have stopped me from feeling like a dead man many times before.”

You reached your limit of stoicism, and what was a threat became a reality– Your eyes turned glossy and red as tears spilled out of them and fell on Eren's thumb, which brushed under your eyes and gathered your waterworks tenderly.

“What am I going to do without you?”

“Live your life freely.”

“I don't want freedom, I want you,” you choked out between sobs.

“You'll have me for as long as we're here.”

You curled up against him, letting him run his hands through your hair while your tears dried up. Despite it all, you were still with Eren, and he wasn't going to leave you just yet– so you enjoyed his presence while it lasted, listening to his heartbeat and engraving its sound and rhythm into your brain, in hopes that you would never forget it.

The two of you basked in the morning sunlight, and lay in bed curled up together until seconds turned into minutes, and you ended up losing track of time. Not very long after your tears dried, however, you tugged at Eren's shirt, gently guiding his face until his lips collided with yours, crashing like waves in a low tide– slow but impactful. Backing out to breathe, you let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, drinking in the sight before you like a relic, praying that all the memories you stored would stay with you for eternity.

Eren was right. You couldn't save him, and he could not stay with you forever. But as long as you were here, in your little cabin, he would be yours, and the two of you could be happy– away from the real world and the harsh truths that awaited you. It didn't hurt to play pretend. For now, you were safe.

#madeinparadis #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #aot oneshots #snk x reader #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #angst

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yunjitsu · 6 months

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Was she buried under the tree alongside the love of her life? Please. 😭 💔

I remember this scene being shown in the manga, but she was amongst the white roses. Glad they decided to change it like that. 💔

#attack on titan mikasa #mikasa #eren x mikasa #eremika #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #snk final season #shingeki #shingeki no kyojin #thank you isayama #attack on titan #attack on titan the final season #aot #aot analysis #aot anime #aot angst #under the tree

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nightfall-kachiniko · 7 months

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“Shh..shh… it’s alright my love,” the woman’s voice calmly drifted as her grasp laid tightly on you. Your sniffles and cries filled the air as the sound of your wife comforting you did the same. You tightly hugged her as she pecked a kiss on your head, her warmth sinking into you. All you could do was sob.

“im right here doll,” she said, in the most comforting tone.

“I’m right here.”

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fqiryspit · 2 years

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pornstar eren headcanons.

cw: angst.

he loves you so much. it hurts him so fucking much to go out and fuck other girls..he's cheating that's all he thinks while his cock is in another girls pussy. sucking him up, cumming all over him with a camera to show all the good stuff. but it's his job. it's how he lives. it's how he can manage to support you too.

he comes home guilty, and tired. showers the dirtiness that really never leaves and then goes and lays in bed with you.

he knows it hurts you. you hide it very well, but it comes out in sighs when he's too tired to pleasure you. it comes out in whimpers he can hear coming from you under the sheets, pretending to be asleep. but you still smile at him and kiss him good morning.

you're perfect. beautiful, smart, loving, everything he could ever want. so why are you with him? you're obviously not okay with what he's doing, hell, he's not okay with what he's doing. but you still stay around.

...

today eren had sex with another woman. a camera pointing at his cock sliding in and out of her pussy..but..fuck she was beautiful, i mean- all the girls he's with are pretty but dammit shes gorgeous, ethereal even. probably, no, the most beautiful girl he's ever see-...what? what the fuck did he just say? no fucking way. you're the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on, you're the most loving, caring, amazing girl he's ever been with..

so why is he enjoying this? why isn't he faking moans? why is he messing up his lines to say different ones he usually says to you?

why..why was he having sex with this woman?

her hair was cut into a pixie. black. grey eyes he was making roll into her skull. pink lips with a pink clit and moans like it's all she can do.

erens cheating.

she gave him her number, lips twisting as she confesses that all those moans were real, confessed she thought he was gorgeous. he gave the note to his manager, letting him know he wanted to work with her again and went home. went home to see you.

he walked in and immediately got hit with the smell of dinner and your arms around him, lips on his that he reached for comfort but now was wondering if you could taste the cherry of the girls chapstick.

...

he loved you so much. it hurts him so fucking much that he is slowly fading from you, slowly pushing himself away as fans gawk and love the duo of Eren and Mikasa! making more and more pornos of them come out. I'm cheating. that's all he knows as his cock is in mikasas pussy. sucking him up, cumming all over him without a camera to show all the good stuff but fucking trust him, his eyes is all he needs.

he knows you're catching on. he can only hope that you find out soon, slap him, cry and scream at him because it's what he deserves. he knows it. he aches for it. but not as much as he aches for mikasa.

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daydreamvalley · 9 months

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Mikasa Ackerman reimagined in my mind

I’m still in that phase of obsessing over planning the fanfic instead of writing it- I’m not posting this series for nothin ❕

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sonofthesaiyans · 6 months

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Okay, the ACKERTALK.....

Mikasa and Levi Ackerman, humanity's strongest warriors. The sole survivors of a powerful bloodline that's all but extinct on Paradis.

Well the results of my most recent poll have confirmed my belief that the Ackertalk, or Ackerbond, whatever you prefer to call it is still a major point of contention among us AOT Fans.....And Ex-Fans. We all know that the Ackerman bloodline is unique in the Titanverse and that they're immune to the effects of Titanization. Still, for something that was set up to be a major plot point in solving the mystery of the Titans, it seemed to become an afterthought the longer the story dragged out. Unfortunately a pattern that is undeniably prevalent in this faux pas that's been mistaken for a masterpiece.

Mikasa and Levi, we know they're distantly related somehow, so it was natural to expect there'd be more development between the two that further clarified their unique position in this fucked up world they're trying to salvage. Yet somehow that relationship only got surface level acknowledgement, and I think we can safely say never came into full circle........Neither did really any aspect of Mikasa's heritage in regards to Hizuru and the Azumabitos (Did the Azumabitos even ONCE acknowledge Levi either in any of that btw?) Since this is the clear winner in the poll, one simple question: What did you guys hope to see from this Ackertalk had it taken place as was long anticipated? What questions were you hoping to be answered had it come to pass?

Please, don't like or reblog this post unless you intend to answer. I think we all agree Isayama owes us something on this front.

I genuinely have to know, what did you guys hope for most from this? Oh yeah ,and if you happen to be a Rivamika fan, NO you can't bring that discussion here. Thank you.

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autumndory · 1 year

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thank you, tuesday...

Summary: The Ackermans have hosted all kinds of students from around the world and they came and went, hardly ever leaving a mark. Though none of them rivaled the curious and quirky character of Zoë Hange.

Read thank you, tuesday... on AO3

Read Fue un martes... in Spanish on Wattapad.

Let's start with the lovely cover of this fanfic. It was made by the talented @catyypss. She was the sweetest and I'm truly obsessed with it. I added the title to it and yes, the little paper plane I placed it there as a symbolism. I love it so much, I could cry. Follow Catyyps on her platforms and if you can, place a commission.

Also, this fic has been beta read by @dontatmethanks. Follow the amazing Ro and read all of her works on AO3. You'll not regret it.

Having that said, this work has been collecting dust for a while and even though I started writing the first chapter back in May, I finally got the courage to release it now because you know, lack of time. because I procrastinate a lot and I am a chicken too.

Now, onto the fic.

Let's start by saying/informing that I used she/her pronouns for Hange in this fic. Second, I have many head canons about Hange's past, since Isayama was SO kind of NOT giving us a backstory way to love the fourteenth commander. I have good head canons but I also have bad and heavy ones.

And I decided to explore the bad ones.

I do believe Hange talks a lot because her parents didn't pay attention to her growing up. Hange would be the type to overshare and then regret it because you know... trauma. I tried to explore that shattered relationship between Hange and her parents but also a life away from them.

We also have Levi, who suffers from older sibling syndrome. Protector, with an obsession in his case for cleaning, desire for perfection, and pressure to meet his parents' expectations; something that his little sister, Mikasa yes, they're siblings here is tired of experiencing.

A slice of life, like they say on the streets. You can place two fucked up people in a room and they can bond over trauma, right? Those are the topics I TRIED to explore in this fic. It has a little angst, but I incorporated some fluff too.

Anyway, I hope you you enjoy the first chapter of:

thank you, tuesday...

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astraeusasta · 4 months

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Never Meant To Be

Reiner Braun x Reader

You are a member of the scout regiment along with the rest of the main cast. Both Ymir and Annie have been confirmed Titans. Now Reiner and Bertholdt have become suspects of Titans too. You were with them all around the table to discuss this. However, you weren't having any of it. You are in love with Reiner and believes he feels the same.

CW: Mentions of delusion, Mentions of violence, Rejection. Tags: Mega angst, Unrequited love. Word Count: 1.9k words

Listening to the words of Armin Arlert made you quiver in a fear you’ve never known before. Denial filling your veins as you listened to his delusions. Reiner and Bertholdt could be the Colossal and Armored Titan? He was lying he had to be, based on such little evidence. Heck, we had more evidence for the female titan being Annie. You glared daggers into Armin, you’d always been skeptical of his remarkable deduction methods. Though, a certain captain seemed to pick up on the heat of your gaze and gave you a puzzled look.

“You seem to be unimpressed with Arlerts assumptions, do you have anything to say?” Though it came off as a question, you knew he wasn’t just asking you. He was demanding you to say what was on your mind. To be honest, there was a lot. You were rather close with Reiner, Bertholdt not so much. He was someone dear to you. You’d always be able to laugh with him, be yourself and he never judged. Though he looked tough, to you he was a large teddy bear who just put up a stoic front. You had grown to be extremely fond of the man who brought comfort and happiness to your days. You confided your life story to him, he knew everything about you. To the rest of the squad he played an older brother role, protective and kind while also being able to tease and joke. You couldn’t help but be skeptical of Armin’s skeptics of the two.

“I believe Arlerts assumptions are too far-fetched to do an investigation like we had done with Annie. We don’t have any definitive proof other than the titans look like them. Just because they came from the same place as Annie doesn’t mean they are associated with her, they barely even talked to her. By this logic, Armin and Mikasa could be titans too.” You spoke with confidence though after a moment, covering your mouth as you processed your final statement. Realizing how harsh you had come across, your emotions being thrown wild. Captain Levi took your statement wholeheartedly, awaiting for Armins response. All eyes fell on him, and yours were saying something different to the rest. Armin began to formulate his response, a little staggered at first. “I understand my logic here could be far-fetched and overall a little insane. But it had to be someone who saw Eren transform the first time. I just suggest we be cautious around them, and if it’s not too much to ask. ___, you’re close with Reiner. Right?” Hearing the final words of Armin’s response to you, your face softened before returning to its original angry state. You had an idea of what he was about to ask you, and honestly. You weren’t impressed. “I am yes.” You played along anyways, letting him say it out right. “He seems to trust you more than the rest of us and it’d be helpful if you could gather some extra information. Perhaps you don’t even have to ask questions, just be on the lookout for suspicious behaviors.” Your face angered more and everyone in the room seemed to be aware of the growing rage. You took a deep breath before responding to him, standing up from your seat.

“If anything suspicious happens, I’d be happy to inform you. But until you have solid evidence that it’s Reiner or Bertholdt. I want nothing to do with whatever you’re planning, if anything at all. I will not betray the trust of my friends over a hunch.” Then you proceeded to leave the room, you wanted no part in their dumb plans. If they had anything planned at all. You weren’t going to watch your friends be falsely accused and possibly imprisoned over Armin’s hunch. Even if his hunches were usually correct, there was no possibility that Reiner would lie to you like that. You had no doubt. You didn’t plan to tell Reiner or Bertholdt of the scouts suspicions of them - you understood that you would also be betraying Armin and the rest of the scouts trusts if you were to do that. So instead you went to let off some steam. Walking towards a tree around the scout headquarters. Reiner and the others were bound to be heading home soon from their adventures beyond Wall Rose. You planned to meet them.

Though that plan was cut short when you were sent on a rescue mission for them, worry filled your mind as you raced towards the area. Upon arrival, you noticed the saddened look on Reiners face - a face of loss and betrayal. One you recognized very well after being in the scouts for so long. You rushed towards the tall duo, noticing the look on Reiners face softened. “Are you both alright?” You scanned over their bodies before noticing Reiner’s arm, you looked straight up at him. Worry plastering your expression. His face turned to the side, shame and embarrassment clouding his eyes. “Your arm…” You reached out to touch it, gently laying your hand over the cloth that held it up and kept it secure. “I’m fine…____. I promise.” He spoke lightly, his face softened more as he looked at you. Before Bertholdt nudged him a little harshly, Reiner's soft expressions crackled into a bit of anger. He changed his line of sight to someone behind you, you followed his gaze as it landed on Ymir. Confusion clouded you, why were they angry at Ymir? Well it didn’t take you long to figure out after taking your horses back to the walls. The two boys explained everything to you. Ymir was a titan. Not the colossal or armored, but a titan. Another betrayal to add to the roster that seemed to be following the one hundred and fourth cadets.

You rubbed your temples after finally getting on top of the wall. Closing your eyes to process the recent times. The recent betrayals and discussions of it. Your eyes turned to look down from the wall, at the tall blonde who was being pulled up. Once he reached the top, you wanted to talk to him privately. So you tapped him and nodded your head in the direction of a space far enough away from everyone so that they couldn’t hear. After everything that had happened recently, you realized how much you liked Reiner, how much joy he truly brought you. The fear of losing him to someone else or to something else was weighing on your conscience. You had to tell him how you felt. “What’s wrong?” He asked you, looking directly at you with a light worry. You shook your head at him, looking directly into his eyes. “Nothing bad, don’t worry. It’s a bit difficult to say so give me a minute to wrap my head around it.” He nodded, giving you your time to gather your words and formulate what you wanted to say - He was always patient with you.

“Reiner, we’ve known each other for almost three years now. Even from the beginning you were always kind to me. You understood me and were patient. You still are and still do, or at least I believe so. I know right now emotions and adrenaline are high and you are probably still recovering mentally. But I couldn’t wait any longer and you don’t have to give me an answer now.” His face saddened at your proclamation, at your confession. However, you continued to speak. “Reiner Braun, what I am trying to say is that I like you. In a romantic sense. Again I don’t expect an answer now or ever if you don’t feel the same.” Then you looked up at him, fear struck his expression. Fear, shock and sadness. You were confused, utterly and dearly. You couldn’t say anything as you watched him. His eyes looked far away from you and towards his friend, Bertholdt. Then slowly, back towards you.

“I’m sorry..____. I can’t like you in that way. I appreciate you and you’re a dear friend. However, I do not wish to harm our friendship like that.” His words sounded insincere, his words sounded distant and cold. He averted his gaze once more before simply walking away. He didn’t look back at you. You stared blankly, feeling the trickle of something warm falling down your cheek. Heart sinking in your chest. You felt ill, sick to the stomach. You sat down on a nearby crate. Head in your hands trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to leak from your eyes. Suddenly, there was a call to head back to the headquarters. You headed and wiped your eyes. Pulling your hood over your head and beginning the walk back. You didn’t want to be near anyone so you walked alone. Lost in your own thoughts.

Until you heard commotion from behind you. Bertholdt shouted to Reiner about going home to their hometown. Finishing their mission and returning home. “I’ve been here too long, for my own good..” You could hear him say, scratching at his words as his voice became hoarse. Like he was in pain and longing for help. “It’s been three long years. We were just kids…we didn’t know anything. If only I never knew there were people like this.” His gaze fell upon you, before he looked away and began to remove the sling on his arm. “I…I wouldn’t have become such a half-arsed piece of shit! It’s too late now, I don’t know what’s right anymore. But the only choice for me now is to face the consequences of my actions.” His arm began to heal itself. At that moment, your entire body froze. Watching as the man you just poured your heart out revealed his true identity to you. The monster he truly was. “And as a warrior. Fulfill my duty to the very end!” He looked around at the audience that now watched his every move. Bertholdt looked at him with an almost fiery passion in his eyes. “We’re doing this? Right here, right now?!” He shouted. Reiner nodded and looked back at him. “Yeah. We’re ending this. NOW!” He screamed. As you all stared in utmost fear and betrayal as the scene poured out. Reiner begins to walk away. Mikasa sprung into action; cutting off Reiner’s hand and impaling his other with the blade. While also slicing Bertholdt’s neck, almost slitting his throat.

“EREN GET OUT OF THERE!!” You heard Armin shout as the yellow sparks and lightning came tumbling down onto the two of them, smoke filled the area. The colossal and armored Titan were now in view, Eren and Ymir within their grasp. You stood with your hands over your mouth, stomach churning and legs growing weak. Before long, you felt the cold wall hit your legs. Everyone else had begun to react yet you stayed put. Unable to process all that had just happened. That’s why he couldn’t love you right? All this time you’d fallen for a traitor. Someone who simply wanted to wipe you out. You felt your body jerk forward, sharply you swallowed to keep yourself from upchucking your breakfast. A sudden weight on your shoulder joined you back in with reality. Away from the venom your mind seemed to be implanting. As you looked over, you saw the kind face of Armin. You doubted him, why did you do that? Why did you doubt him? You looked up at him, tears clouding your eyes. What were you thinking?

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