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Chapter 1

Attack on Titan || Royal AU

Female Version

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"Well.. first, you must read through and sign papers pertaining about merchants and changes in the kingdom."

The princess's study, whilst spacious, felt claustrophobic with every pile of paper placed upon her desk. "..Bertolt, how would one go about.. well, doing this?" While he hadn't spoken a peep, he was shuffling. His shoes annoyingly rubbed against the carpet and the rhythmic muffle erked the silence unpleasantly. It reminded her of when her father paced back and forth within the dining room. She couldn't find it within herself to scold him back then so why scold someone now?

"Oh, your highness!" A sweet gasp tickled the princess's ears, bringing a smile to her face. Bertolt seized his feet as well, which pleased her even more. "I was wondering when I would see you today." The mop of golden hair that peaked around the corner could only belong to the soft spoken librarian, Armin Arlert. His hair swept at his brow when he shifted the books within his arms, "..do you need help with anything?" She pushed a breath past her lips, "Yes, please, I don't know how to tackle all this paperwork. I truly don't wish to be here all day." It was the clearing of Bertolt's throat that brought her attention back to him, "You have a meeting with Lord Erwin at tea time, princess. Pieck will take you then." She wasted no time in nodding, shifting her feet so she could stand behind the cluttered desk. "Please help her in the meantime, Arlert." He and Armin switched places, but Bertolt left as soon as he could.

"So.. what should we start with, your highness?" Humming, the princess slides forward a paper pile, "How about this one?" Armin grinned, "As you wish."

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It was an hour later when she sighed. Her fingers weaved and tangled in the hair closest to her scalp. "This never seems to end.. how do you look at words for so long, Mister Arlert?" Tapping her pen against the desktop, she frees her hair of her fingers and leans back with another sigh. "Everything in moderation, your highness!" He breathed out, taking the time to lower the glasses he had been wearing to his chest, "Although if you wish for a break, we shall take one. Does a walk in the courtyard sound nice?" His eyes shone with a certain gleam as he rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head in feigned curiosity. He knew the princess wanted to get the work done and over with, but if she left the library she wouldn't return- that was if anything he learned from all the years he's gotten to know her were true.

"..we truly shouldn't, but... ah, maybe we could move to a different part of the library?" His lips lifted, "Of course, we can do anything you want, 'highness." Her chair lightly skidded against the floor, but the carpet muffled it enough to not be ear piercing. Armin followed suit, pushing in his chair just as she did and lead the way to the door. He adored the laxed smile she wore as she walked beside him, he couldn't help but mirror it while they approached the windows.

"Oh!" Pressing her hand against the molding, she leans forward, lifting a knee to the sill, "Yelena, hello!" Just out the open window was the garden's keeper. Despite the hours she dwelled outside, she remained pale. Many servants joked about her homeland being Romania and she was one to always go along with it. But was she joking too? "Ah, afternoon, princess!" Even through the hard labor she kept a relaxed expression, she was always one mystery after another. "Y-your highness, be careful!" Armin grasped the princess's waist as she began slipping, her dress not having much grip. "Oh my, were you about to fall for me? I am quite honored." Yelena teased, lifting a hand to her heart as she bowed her head. Her heart racing from the panic she refused to show. Sputtering for a moment, the princess felt her cheeks burn. "Come now, Yelena, that's no way to treat the soon to be queen." Onyankopon, another keeper of the many plants around the palace, was quick to wave the blonde over.

But their words were covered as the window was pulled shut by the man beside her. "Armin? Is something...ah.." When the princess faced him, she found him close- too close. It wasn't the first time he had been, but it felt quite different now that the both of them were adults. Their shared breaths melded together with how close they were, it felt electrifying. "..'highness.." His lips just about brushed against hers as he spoke, "..you-" She watched as he froze, her heart leaping when her nose bumped his. It seemed she had been leaning toward him.

It was slow, but he released his hold on her, parting his lips as he finally realized what he was doing. "Y.. your highness, I- I'm terribly sorry..!" He knew he should bow, but he found himself shielding his reddening face rather than doing what's proper. "...Armin.." Her fingers graced her bottom lip before her eyes darted to the entrance of the library. "Princess~" The cheery voice of her maid made her relieved, she would breathe normally if she could just- "Oh..! Am I interrupting something, dears?" She sounded much older than she was whenever she spoke this way, but it was very much her.

"No, of course not!" The princess almost faltered when Armin spoke too, thankfully he cut himself off before Pieck could poke any more fun. "Great! I'll be kidnapping you for a little while, tea with a possible suitor is a mighty fine occasion after all~" She grasped her hand, lightly swinging it back and forth with a giggle, "Chin up now, you don't get the chance to doll up very often!" Intertwining their fingers, the princess finds herself aching with anxiety. Taking a look back at the dear librarian was all she could manage before disappearing through the doors that had secluded them moments before.

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ackermantihora · 1 year

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an illustration to "HMS Maria" by @lostcauses-noregrets, the greatest fic about naval captain Erwin Smith and smuggler Levi Ackerman ⚓️

#エルリ #eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x levi #fan art #snk #aot #historical au #early 19th century #naval officer #royal navy

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Yes, Your Highness.

Prince Levi x fem!Reader

Royal AU, romance, fluff, falling in love, arranged marriage that became love, Levi always liked you, using a hunting rifle, hunting.

Levi is madly in love with you, but you are a little hesitant. Levi and his mother arranged the engagement due to his burning feelings for you. So, to get you to fall for him he takes you on dates. Today he takes you for a horseback ride in the snow to a hunting spot where he intimately teaches you how to hunt deer.

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The winter air bit at your skin as you stood outside on the palace steps. Even though you were wrapped up in a winter dress, robe and gloves the cold air still managed to get in. Snow covered the land adding a clean white blanket over everything. Spider's webs were turned into beautiful jewels with gems of ice.

Your breath curled in front of your eyes when you released a sigh. The Prince had asked you to come with him for a date. So, you were stood in the snow waiting for him. You rather liked the Prince, but there was just something holding you back and you weren't sure what. You wanted to love him like he clearly loved you, but it was hard to ignore the rumours about him being a bit of a tyrant.

You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name called. Your eyes flicked to the path. Your heart skipped a beat when Prince Levi in black clothes and a cloak with fur around the neck rode over to you on his black horse.

Levi pulled on the reins of his horse to bring him to a stop. His black leather gloves groaned at his actions. He twisted his muscular body and jumped off his horse. The cloak around him bloomed around him as he turned to face you.

Levi walked towards you, his long boots gripping his legs. He paused before you. The snow crunched under Levi's knee when he knelt before you. His warm, soft leather gloved hand lightly took yours. His warm loving lips pressed against your hand making you flush.

The dazzling grey-blue eyes of Levi flicked up and locked with yours. A sweet smile spread across his lips. "You look enchanting today."

You hummed a little as you felt flustered. "Thank you. May I say you are looking rather dashing today."

He rose to his feet and smiled. "Getting one up on me, huh?"

"Mm."

He scooped you up into his arms making you squeal. "You will be riding with me."

"R-Really? Would it not be better for me to have my own horse?"

Levi sat you at the front of his saddle. "Riding in the snow can be tricky." He climbed up behind you and pressed his chest firmly against your back. "This will allow me to ensure your safety." He snaked one arm around you to hold you in place. "This also allows me to keep you close and warm."

You leaned against Levi's chest and felt yourself relax. "You are rather warm."

He leaned closer and whispered against your ear. "I will happily keep you warm whenever you desire it."

With a quick tap of his heels, the two of you raced off into the woods that the royal family owned. Riding through the snow was exciting and nerve-wracking all in one. So, you firmly gripped Levi as best as you could to ensure you didn't fall. Levi had a tight grip on you, so you were never going to fall.

Levi was on cloud nine because he was able to embrace you for this long. His adoration for you was almost on a crazy level. He was besotted by you. His engagement to you was fuelled by strong true feelings. He wanted to grow old with you and raise a few adorable little children. He loved you endlessly and hoped that he could possess your heart and love.

You turned your head to look at Levi as the nerves and worry took over. "Levi."

Elation consumed Levi because he had longed for you to use his name instead of your highness. He slowed his horse and gave you a reassuring smile. "I am right here. I'll protect you."

You smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you."

He pulled on the reins again and came to a stop. "This is perfect." He slipped off the horse first before lifting you up and placing you on your feet. "Are you ready to go hunting?"

"Y-Yes, but I don't know how to use a gun."

He grabbed the rifle from his horse. "I'll show you." He put his arm around you and tugged you close. "Careful as you go. Lean on me."

You hugged Levi's side as you let him guide you through the thick snow. "I find this weather rather beautiful."

"As do I." He chuckled. "Allows me to get close to you for warmth."

Your cheeks burned as your heart raced. "I too enjoy that."

Levi's eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks heated up. His blush was adorable. "Now, that makes me very happy to hear."

You lowered your head. "You are doing that thing again."

"And what might that be?"

You glanced up at him. "Staring at me."

"I can't help but look at such a divine being."

You whined a little. "My heart cannot take the kind and sweet words."

He stood behind you and whispered in your ear. "The more I do it the more you will be used to it. I cannot help myself with you."

"You are a tyrant of a prince."

He shifted and placed the rifle in your hands. "Indeed I am."

You gripped the long gun and gulped hard. "Must I kill a deer? I worry I will fail in killing it."

"You will. I will guide you. We will feast on it tonight. I know my staff will be elated at hearing their princess-to-be provided food for them." He gripped your hips and shifted you slightly. "Correct your stance. You must ground yourself."

You shifted a little in the snow. "Like this?"

"Correct." He lifted the gun a little. "Firmly place the butt of the gun against your shoulder, if you do not and it kicks back you'll hurt yourself." He dragged his hands up your body to your waist before firmly squeezing. "I would not know what to do with myself if you got hurt under my watch."

"I will be careful."

"Good girl."

You shivered at the words of praise. "Mm."

Levi made a mental note to use those two words often. "Tilt your head a little and close one eye. Look down the sight. Do you see the deer ahead?"

"I do."

He placed his hand on yours over the trigger. "There are multiple places you can shoot, the heart, the neck or a key artery. You could attempt the head for a quick kill." He pressed his body against yours and whispered. "We shall go for the head. When I say, slowly squeeze the trigger. Do not yank or press hard. It must be a slow squeeze. Breathe in and hold your breath to steady your aim, then release your breath when you fire."

You rolled your shoulders. "There's a lot to it."

"There is, but you'll be a natural in no time. Now, no tensing up." He kissed the side of your head. "You're doing so well. Good girl. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Levi placed his hands on yours. "Together then. If the deer walks, lead with the gun, do not follow. Now, breathe in." He hummed. "That's it, good girl." He whispered gently. "Now."

The gun went off with a bang and kicked back a little, but thankfully Levi was grounding you in place. Your eyes instantly shut tightly at the bang and light. You yanked the gun up and turned in Levi's arms as your ears rang. The strong warm arms of the prince wrapped firmly around you to comfort you.

Levi took the gun when you turned and tossed it down into the snow. He gazed at the deer and saw you had killed it with one shot to the head. "Good girl. You did it. You got the head. I'm very impressed."

You looked up at him with your adorable wide puppy eyes. "Really?"

He chuckled a little. "Really. I'm proud of you. So proud that I would love to kiss you, but I know you are still cautious with me."

You gulped hard and gripped his lapels. "Perhaps I would like to try this kissing. I-If you wish to."

Levi's lips crashed against yours before you could utter another word. Though the air around you was freezing cold, what was between you was blazing hot. With bodies firmly pressed together, it was hard to determine when one body started and ended. You were driven by weeks of wanting, tension and temptation. There was no going back after this moment. Your heart was forever Levi's now.

Levi released your lips and found it amusing when you tried to chase them. "Adorable. I must say, that was better than I had imagined. You are a goddess."

"Levi."

"Please, keep saying my name. It sounds so delicious on your lips."

You pressed your face against his chest. "Cease your teasing words."

Levi chuckled as he played with your hair. "Forgive me." He looked over at the dead deer. "We have a deer to collect and staff to feed."

"How will we bring it back?"

"I will tie it on the back of my horse." He released you and moved through the snow. "Wait there."

It didn't take long for Levi to collect the deer. His strength was impressive as he was able to lift the large beast and carry it with ease to his horse. With a few swift movements, it was tied to the back of the horse and all that was left was for the two of you to ride back together.

Once again, you sat with your back pressed against the Prince's chest. This time you rode much slower. You were touched that Levi was considerate of you, that he knew before you were a little nervous about going so fast through the woods and snow.

The staff sang your praise when you presented them with the deer. It flustered you to hear so many people say wonderful things. Since moving to the palace weeks ago at the start of your engagement, you had been treated with so much kindness and respect. The staff were quick to help you and befriend you. It was nice.

Levi guided you into his home and to a nice warm room. You were nervous once again when you both began removing your outdoor winter things until you were just in your indoor attire. You carefully adjusted your dress in hopes Levi would praise you.

Levi glanced over at you in your form-fitting dress. "My word, you are a feast for the eyes. You are so beautiful."

"Th-thank you." You hummed as he walked closer. "I like your black princely suit."

"Thank you." He gently caressed your cheek. "May I kiss you again?"

"Please do."

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #5 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: royal guard au | warnings: mature language, fantasy worlds, violence, blood, character death, battle violence, decapitation, game of thrones inspired violence | wc: 3.4k

note: one of my fave works ever :')

⏤ Imagine the way they say I love you. Imagine the words shouted at top volume, in the middle of an argument, never meant to come out that way.

Growing up, Levi had rarely thought of anybody other than himself. He was selfish, arrogant, cold and standoffish to his friends and family, brooding in his chambers and isolated from children his age. And so, really, he can’t complain about the fact that his father got fed up by his antics and sent him to a facility outside of his village, grooming boys into men, men into Gods who would later serve Lords and Ladies. Levi had never expected to go up in the world, but he did; quite possibly, Levi had the biggest task on hand after his graduation- like every great Kingdom, there was a monarchy. And, as it so happened, their princess was in need of a protector.

He’d been doing that since he was nineteen, standing like a shadow behind the young princess and watching without judgement as she cried, as she obeyed, as she writhed under the stares of suitors and yells from the monarchy behind closed doors. Levi was still selfish, despising the King and Queen and at the same time, needing every moment of his life to be by your side, making sure nobody hurt you or even thought of touching you. Princess Y/N, the only daughter and heir to this Kingdom; his Princess and his life, who he’d do anything for.

Should the city fall, Levi had a conditioned procedure and a network of exits to take, including a well-known passage out of the city towards the Sacred Temple of the Anders, where he had trained meticulously for eight years of his life. Naturally, Levi had never felt the need to practise this with you- this Kingdom was safe and secure, and would never fall under siege.

Of course, now, he curses himself; outside the window, Levi can see turrets of thick grey smoke rising to the sky and glimpses of flames inside shop windows, the screams of the people- by extension, his people- as they fled on foot, on horse, on all fours, escaping the flames and the gunshots and the arrows that were being shot from trees and dugouts, men on horseback.

“Your Grace, it is of paramount importance that we leave right this instant.”

Behind him, Levi can hear the grand maester shouting at you from the door to your keep, his chains clinking nervously as a thud sends bricks from a nearby avenue crashing through the castle walls. He gasps with horror and has the nerve to grab at your arm, as Levi sees when he turns around. Before he can intervene, you yank yourself out of his grasp with a scowl.

“I will leave when I please, and I will leave when Levi says so. If you have anything against my judgement, I would enjoy hearing it at a trial for your head. Now, if you don’t mind,” you huff, finally looking at Levi and as you turn, your expression falls.

There’s no word from the King or Queen, or any other royal council member for that matter. As the world comes crumbling down, there’s only you and him, and the withering old maester who eventually loses nerve, treasonously scoffing in your direction before finally fleeing down the swirling staircase towards, presumably, the next best exit.

Levi follows his body as he leaves before looking back at you, feeling his heart wrench at your fallen expression, eyes filling with tears and skin glassy. He takes several steps forward, because Levi is the only person authorised to be within inches of you without asking beforehand, and takes your forearms in his hands gently.

“Princess, I believe it is time to go,” he says.

“My parents- the King, the Queen-”

“Should have already left, your Grace,” Levi finishes. Your bottom lip quivers with the threat of a cry, and Levi without thinking cups your face with his hands, his thumb smoothing a fallen tear away. “It’s okay. I’ve got you and I’m not going to let a single thing happen to you, okay?”

You nod around a sniffle, gently stepping away and placing your crown down onto the bed, on a pillow where you hope it will remain. If not, somebody else can wear it with pleasure; if there’s a chance your family are alive, they might even look for you once this is all over. Otherwise…

You look back at Levi, whilst he’s busy taking another glance out of the window as if analysing the outside damage. Levi was undeniably one of the strongest, bravest and most selfless people you thought you had ever met. He put you before anything, even if it meant danger for himself, and absolutely anybody in the world would be lucky to have him in their service. While he stares away, you catch your breath and slip your hand into his, wanting the safety of his touch, his presence, to physically feel him there with you.

When your hand slots into his, Levi snaps his head away from the damage and stares at them, intertwined. He sniffs and inhales the smell of dust and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles and finally looking at you with a scared, yet composed breath of air: “Okay. Stay as close to me as you can, okay?”

“Yes,” you reply quietly, immediately doing as he says and gluing yourself to his body. He welcomes it, embracing it, as he hurriedly begins a descent down the staircase and onwards with his pre-planned escape route.

It’s simple, and easy to navigate, made up of stairways and corridors that only he knows about, lefts and rights down walkways that hadn’t been dusted in years. With every grumble of damage above your head, you whimper, following Levi further down the castle before finally reaching the dungeon doors. It could be easy for Levi, if he were the type, to kill you in here, or hand you over to the invaders as a welcome present, but he doesn’t; he pushes the door open and pulls you inside, setting off towards the back entrance that just occurs to you is open and untouched, revealing out towards the back of the castle near the creek, and the open passage you both used on evenings to explore the city and the fields, catch frogs in the spring in the pools, watch fireflies and lanterns on summer evenings.

Levi has you halfway down the corridor when suddenly he pushes you into an alcove, the sound of spraying bullets echoing in the corridor. A torn cry of horror leaves your throat as Levi pushes his weight onto you and against the wall in a crouch. A series of voices in a foreign dialect laugh from further by the exit, footsteps slowly moving forward. They think they’ve got a hit.

“Are you hit? Are you hurt?” Levi asks hurriedly, his hands searching for injuries he won’t forgive himself for.

“No, no. Are you?” you reply and he shakes his head quickly, sighing with premature relief. “Levi-”

“I am going to go out there and I’m going to clear the way for us,” he explains, and the plan sounds diabolical and you shake your head as he speaks, “and when I say so, you will run down that corridor and outside. If I’m not behind you, then you must go without me. Go as far as you can, past the forest like we used to, towards the windmill and the lonely tree.”

“Levi-”

“There will be someone there for you,” Levi continues breathlessly, “and they will take you someplace safe, okay? Promise me, please. Promise me you will do as I say.”

You gape at him as he tries to hand you something in his fist. “What? No, absolutely not, I will not leave you behind! Who do you think I am?”

“You are the Princess and your safety is my number one concern.”

“Yes, I am the Princess, and I command you to stay by my side,” you stress indignantly. “I am not leaving here without you.”

Levi’s face darkens with frustration, the item in his hand now forced into yours. You realise that it is a necklace- his necklace, with his family ring attached like a pendant, the chain slightly dirty and skinny. As tears pool in your eyes, you glare at him.

“Don’t be so stupid,” Levi snaps. “Don’t you dare put my life before yours.”

“But you can put mine before yours?”

“That is my job!” Levi replies. The footsteps are approaching closer, hurried and searching. “Just do as I say!”

“No, I can’t-I can’t leave you, Levi.”

“You hold no obligation to save my life,” Levi points out. “So, why?”

“Because,” you cry out. “Because I love you, Levi! That’s why!”

The words come out without you wanting them to, and you can’t undo it; Levi hears it over the crashes of explosions above you and he’s rendered speechless, his eyes looking at every feature of your face with an unreadable expression. He looks pained, heartbroken, his head tilting up with a forced, “fuck,” and he blinks rapidly, to stop his eyes from filling up.

“Why,” he says quietly, looking back at you; his eyebrows are pinched, his face in agony, “why now? Why would you say that now?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’ll get to say it again,” you admit, and after you say them, Levi looks like he’s actually about to cry when he pulls your face towards his, capturing your lips in a firm and deep kiss. It’s short, because it has to be, and he holds your face for a little longer before sighing shakily and pulling away. “Levi- please-”

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, nodding as he speaks. He reaches for his sword- he knows how to use it around the hunting rifles, because they’re slow to reload, and heavy, and he’s not. “You know what to do. Okay? Hm? Yeah, okay?”

You force yourself to nod: “Okay.”

Levi doesn’t want to leave, but he knows that above anything else he wants in the world, he wants you to be able to live, and rest at the end of the day. Granting himself another few seconds to look at you and memorise your face, he smiles around his pain and turns into the hallway. Immediately as he steps out, hellfire; you clench your eyes closed and cover your ears with your hands, struggling to breathe around heavy sobs. From your mouth leaves frantic cries to God, asking him that if he’s there and if he loves you, will he save the one you need to keep living?

A few moments pass, and as you bury your head between your knees, a cold hand on your head makes you shoot up with alarm. Spotting Levi’s face in the blur of your tears makes you cry more, not at first recognising the wound in his leg, the blood pouring down his skin and his trousers torn around the knees. Levi says something- you can see his lips moving but nothing is coming out; he forces you up off the floor and holds you close to him as he limps back out into the corridor. As he hurries you down, you trip over the extended hands of bodies Levi has slain, their faces forever remembered as the ones who tried to take him away from you.

The sunshine of the creek is what you can see, and it occurs to you that Levi has smuggled you out. As expected, by the apple tree by the fountain is the white horse Levi raised from a foal, his mane matted and slightly bloody. He whinnies as Levi clambers forward, and before he raises himself up onto his back, he helps you up, a hand on your legs as he lifts you with a quiet grunt. He doesn’t have much time- the sound of battle cries back towards the castle indicates that more rebels have seen the slaughter, and they know you’ve escaped.

Levi untangles his horse’s reins from the tree branch and heaves himself up; you're sitting in his lap, essentially, unsafely with your body facing his and legs swung around his waist. He does this for his own selfish needs to keep you safe, his arms around you to cage you in so you don’t fall. Wasting no time, Levi rattles the reigns and the horse gallops towards the entry.

For a few minutes, he thinks he’s safe.

Your head is on his shoulder, your ragged gasps of air in his ear and blowing on his neck. Levi just wants to cry- he wants to cry so badly and loudly, and lift you up in his arms and tell you that he loves you and that he’d do anything for you. Those three words are on his tongue ready to be spilled when the crack of a whip sends a shudder down his spine. Over his shoulder, you squeak with fear as a herd of rebels emerges from down the street, blobs that slowly gain shape as they hurry towards you with haste.

The scenery is a green and brown blur, the smoke from your kingdom clustering in the sky and filling the air with a choking and overwhelming smell of ash and fire. That same fire catches to the trees, flames spreading like water spilling and the wildlife protected by your family name scurry away to safety, deer on the road next to you, a squirrel catching a ride on the back of a wild wolf that pays no mind to Levi and his horse. It’s a game of life or death.

Further down the narrow path, Levi sees them; he sees the group of Anders boys standing around the lonely tree on top of the passing hill, where the end of the kingdom stands. He can make out three, on horseback and he doesn’t let himself get too excited- instead he sends his horse rushing towards them. Behind the three, there was more, he could see heads bobbing like fishing boats as the horse settled on the grass. Anders could help them- Anders could get rid of the rebels behind you.

Around his waist, Levi feels you shuffle, your hands creeping up his back between his shoulder blades as you sit back to look at his face. He trusts his horse and looks at you with faith.

“We’re almost there,” he promises, his eyes looking deep into yours as they flicker to the rebels and back to them: “Don’t look at them, baby, look at me, okay? Look at me, Y/N.”

You do, focusing in on his gaze.

“I love you so much,” Levi says, his composure slipping. “I love you.”

“I know,” you reply softly. His horse gallops faster, nearing the hill. The grass is right ahead, “I know. I love you too-”

A horrified scream leaves Levi’s throat as the rebels send out their arrows; one flies through the back leg of his horse and the other shoots straight through your skull, a circle of red around the middle of your eyes as the arrow hits your brain and kills you instantly. As his horse falls, so do you; everything goes tumbling to the twigs and gravel in a matter of seconds and Levi cannot breathe.

Anders move from the hill downwards but he’s not even looking. Levi feels his whole body shaking and his heart hammering in his chest, bile in his throat; your head is split open with crimson, the blood shining in the sun and Levi cries out loud, shouting to the skies as he frantically holds your head with his hands, feeling his body go rigid with tremors as he inhales the smell of your skull, his hands covered with it. This was his fault- he had told you not to look; if you’d have looked, you could have seen them raising their arrows, he could have taken cover - he could have saved you.

Levi is not the only person paralysed; the shooter freezes on his horse. He wasn’t supposed to hit you. He was aiming for Levi, but his horse had jolted and he let go too soon; without you, there was no chance the other kingdoms would accept their King on the throne. He pulls his horse back, trying to flee, but Mike from Anders slices the leg of his horse off, watching the stallion move to the floor with pain and Mike ends its suffering before it can truly suffer, thrusting his sword into the chest of the shooter without a word.

Levi sits.

Even when Erwin, another man from Anders, comes up behind him with his hands on his shoulders, trying to force him back, he doesn’t budge. He can barely hear Erwin screaming at him to move, everything feels like he’s underwater. When Erwin removes his hand quickly and Levi feels the floor vibrating beneath his knees, Levi looks up. Anders have tucked their tails and left, Mike now on his horse and retreating back to the tree. The rebels can’t touch them there- they’re on sacred ground.

In his head, flashing images of your smile replay, the static in his ears. This was his fault. This was all his fault.

Quietly, Levi whispers I’m sorry, his lips on your hands as he gently sets you down on the floor. Mike rides up to him, stopping for one moment and looking at him silently. Nothing is said but he knows what to do, he knows what Levi wants.

In less than three seconds, Mike jumps off his horse and gathers you in his arms, mounting the horse once more and riding towards the plains. If Levi’s lucky, they might get his body too.

Rising to his feet, Levi feels a wave of anger washing over him; his body vibrates with hostility and his face is darkened with pain and sorrow and guilt. As the rebels surge towards him, singing battle cries, Levi unsheathes his sword and stands his ground, feeling the energy from the earth ride through his body. All he can think about is you- his Y/N, his Princess, his meaning and will to live.

And they’ve taken that away from him.

Levi fights for your honour until he feels the clean blade of a sword on his neck. When the blade cuts and slices Levi’s head off his neck and shoulders, Mike’s horse bristles and he turns away unexpectedly, bringing you closer to his chest and retreating down the plain and back towards the Temple of Anders.

If Erwin wanted, he and his men could shoot those rebels, who laugh and cheer tauntingly as they drag Levi’s body up and pull it towards one of their horses. On the side, in a sack on one of the stallions, Erwin spots the tufts of fur from a wolf from the sacred forests, blood dripping from the sawn-off head like a tap. The foreign rebels are famous for what they’ll do next, and what they’ll show to celebrate the death of the monarchy- the irony of a sacred creature sewn onto a sacred guard to the sacred monarchy.

Erwin turns away. What’s done is done, and the only thing he can do now, is save himself.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi imagine #levi scenario #levi angst #captain levi #levi ackerman imagine #attack on titan #aot #aot angst #royal guard levi #game of thrones x aot #game of thrones au #dark angst #mine #ittojean #magunes #jeanbie

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postwarlevi · 1 year

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Okay heeeere's part of the main outline (without major spoilers) for another long fic I wanna do! Will features many characters we know and love. Not fully fledged out but I'm not worried about it! (Also why are all of them historical or royal?! LOL)

Warning: Implied age gap of up to 10 years between main characters, but everyone is of age.

Reader is a princess, unhappy with her situation of doing what is expected of her. She wants to be involved in court decisions and feel more useful other than being married off one day. Her brother is the crowned prince who has all the qualities to be a good king one day but still acts quite childish at times. Reader is loved by the people because she is kind and since she isn't generally allowed in the throne room for decisions she makes herself available to the people of the kingdom and helps the nurses and the kitchen staff and goes into the village (usually attended by some sort of staff).

The princess has ladies in waiting who she considers her friends who love her and she loves them back, and some male childhood friends who are training to be knights. Another friend has been chosen by the king to assist in court instead of on the battlefield, and other girls about her age have been chosen to be the queens future ladies in waiting due to their families status and their mothers roles before them.

The knights are made up of different ranks, and here's where we meet Levi, a high ranking knight that has been trained to be with the royal family for years and his duty is mainly to the king. A family member of his died years ago protecting the king during an invasion and Levi made a vow to him and the royal family to continue protecting them in his place.

Reader likes days to herself and sends her ladies in waiting to go have free days so she can wander inside the safety of the kingdom by herself. She is never alone however, and soon finds knight Levi has been watching her, and learns he's been assigned to her. She doesn't know much about him but knows of him as he's seen often with her father. They bicker at first due to her being headstrong but get to talking.

There's a good possibility of another invasion on the kingdom one day, which she is very aware of. While the trainee knights are with the elder knights, Levi will be watching the princess. She tells him she wants more out of life and wants to be apart of court decisions and he admires her resolve and love for her people, and agrees to help keep her informed more often, and also train her to fight to be able to protect herself.

The more time they spend together the more she starts to fall for him but he won't budge. There's other side romances happening all around them with people of different stations (ladies in waiting and kitchen boys, etc) and she promises to try to get a code passed to be able to let people love who they want.

In the time that passes Levi falls for the princess as well but won't show it. It becomes clear one day when they have a conversation of him becoming a higher ranking knight, and him stating he would turn it down if it meant not being with her.

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Annnnd that's all we get, there's lots of training, and reader teaches her ladies to fight as well, there's lots of flirting going on between different couples, and an enemy raid on the horizon!

#story outline #fic idea #royalty au #royal au #levi ackerman #levi #levi x reader #aot #attack on titan #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi angst #princess reader #knight levi #levi ackerman x reader #princess x knight

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bluebellhairpin · 1 year

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Erwin Smith X Fem!Reader X Miche Zacharias

Summary: Now sovereign ruler, you have to prepare to say goodbye to your family for good. But with the weakness you find in yourself during this time, you also find strength in your new guards.

Warnings: Misogyny. Funeral setting. A single Panic Attack occurrence + recovery. Reader pronouns used are she/her. (Described wearing dresses; called 'queen' as a title.)

Listening to: 'Unshaken' by D'Angelo - "May I stand unshaken amid, amidst a crashing world."

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Long cut short, the fabric lay bare;

Thread of blue and white, together it can repair;

Long cut short, whisper the lord’s prayer.

You’d thought your heart was a heavy burden to bear, but it weighed nothing compared to the crown upon your head.

The crown that, not even a few days ago, had been stained red with your elder brother's blood. They were quick to clean up the mess.

It was a heavy metal set with too many jewels, and didn't suit the much smaller ceremony that had been held so recently for the same occasion. Your coronation had been tainted with a taste of bitter iron and grief, more a memorial than a time for celebration. An official announcement would be made at dawn tomorrow, just like the announcement made that morning of your family's deaths.

Their funeral procession would be in a week, and it was your very first responsibility as Queen to make sure everything was to run smoothly. Unlike your brothers, who would've been the visit to the king's guard.

Your visit, as Queen, was much smaller. Quieter. Pixis, thinking it the best option, brought to you the best he'd ever taught and told you to choose from the finest he had to offer.

“Your safety is of the most concern, second only to that of your niece and nephew.” Pixis explained as he guided you through the halls to where a smaller selection of guards were waiting. “For now you will have two main guards, instead of one. Therefore we believe you need the best two, two who work best as a team, not just the two who work best on their own.”

“And do you also think so, or do I need to consult these others who belong with the ‘we’ you speak of?” you asked. His body turned inwards as he walked, and you saw the skin next to his eyes crinkle like wrapping paper as he smiled.

“I can assure you I believe it to be best also.”

“Then it shall be.” you said, voice quiet as you both came to a stop just outside the courtyard of waiting knights and guards. “I’m putting my life in your hands, I wish you to choose for me since you know these men best. For it I will be eternally in your debt.”

“You believe so?” he asked. You nodded, surely.

“My father trusted you for so long and he fared just fine. His death wasn't because you were found lacking. I have no reason to doubt you.”

They were all knights. Fresh faces willing to offer themselves from a place in the field to one in the castle - it was what they’d work up to, the main goal of a pageboy, to serve the king as a knight so directly. It was obvious that’s what most of them were expecting.

A king.

Instead they got you, and they made a horrible job at hiding their preference. You were, admittedly, met with the proper respect, however the looks in some of those men’s eyes had you wishing to run away. You almost pulled Pixis aside just to tell him which ones you didn’t want.

Before you worked up the courage to do so - something that came with the realization that as Queen you needed to do more quickly - he called out two names. Two knights stepped forward.

Your breath caught in your throat, not just because of the handsomeness of their features, but also the familiarity.

They were older, but still had that blond hair and blue eyes that haunted your childhood. One bigger and the other more conventionally attractive.

“Erwin Smith and Miche Zacharias, ma’am.” Pixis said, “They’re in the top three candidates. These two word together so well we often call them -”

“- Brothers.” you finished, looking at Pixis before back at the men. “I see why, at least.”

“If I may, your majesty,” one of them, Erwin, said, bowing his head low with a hand over his heart, “How are you today?” Your head tilted, wondering why the inquiry, before his hand moved back down and sent a waft of air your way.

Spiced frankincense, you smelt, and it made sense.

“I am well,” you said, swallowing harshly yet mustering a smile, “Considering.”

Your eyes tore from Erwin to look at Miche, standing stoically at attention. He offered a knowing smile when your eyes met and you felt a fluttering in your stomach.

Pixis went on to explain more, and within an hour you’d seen both other candidates, and Erwin and Miche demonstrate their abilities on the other knights, as well as a show of their general knowledge. You walked back out of the courtyard with a decision made.

Tomorrow would be their first day as your guards.

You didn’t notice much about the funeral garb that your handmaidens had stuffed you into. In fact all you really paid attention to aside from it’s color of morning was the veil fastened over your face and how the corset lost it’s usual supportive nature. Now it was rather suffocating, whether due to the day's prospects or because it was simply put on wrong.

The girl now by your side, new and fresh-faced with hair of harvested wheat and large doe eyes, fixed the hem of your veil. She caught your eyes, and you could tell by her reaction that your gaze was far too harsh for what she deserved. Her glow wilted, and it only made the sour of your heart worse.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Historia, ma’am.” she replied, shyly fiddling with her fingers.

“That’s a pretty name.” you said lightly, only loud enough for her to hear, and she visibly preened under your words. A beat of silence passed before you spoke again, now taking your turn to fiddle with your fingers. “I think I need a ring, will you choose one for me Historia?”

She nodded with a hum, turning to the dresser with a jewelry box on it to fuss with its contents. You turned away, facing the door where both Erwin and Miche stood guard.

They’d been around for a few days now, and while it took a day to get used to them being here rather than your singular old one - who was now who knows where - you had to admit you did take to them rather quickly.

No doubt your made-up memories of them from your youth was the cause of that.

But over the short course of time you’d managed to note a few things about them. When two people are around so much, when you have so little to do, observing the only company you have would come easily.

You saw that Erwin’s hair had changed, longer so that the few times it didn’t stick back it’d obscure his eyes. You noted how his right arm was weak, overhearing on one cold morning how it was a result of an old injury in war. In one conversation you dove into his eyes, so deep and blue, you thought they were the sea you’d drown in before you’d again start paying attention to his words instead.

He was all muscle, chorded strength like a thickly braided rope and the waves of the seas crashing into cliff sides. He was stubbornness and power and determination, but he was also patience.

And you could tell all that from a few days.

Miche was more difficult to read. He took longer to observe. But the times when they’d meet you and you’d still have wet cheeks and red eyes, Miche was the one to offer his aid first. For someone so stoic, he had his heart on his sleeve. A quiet being with zero hesitation to keep those around him safe.

He had a warmth in his hands that told you everything was going to be okay when he handed you his handkerchief, and a fire in his eyes that warmed your soul like a hearth.

His hair had also grown, more often than not he’d be brushing it back off his face - he needed to tie it back or cut it. He often abandoned his armor while in the castle, he ran hot with how well his body stored its reserves - clearly seen in how much bigger he was compared to Erwin, and Erwin was by no means a mediocre size man.

Pixis was right in choosing them. If it were anyone else you knew you wouldn’t have warmed up to them so quickly. Eggshells would still be walked on by both them and you - but with Erwin and Miche, that was not the case.

Historia returned, offering her hand so she could slide a ring onto a finger on your right hand. You looked down to see your father's signet ring. You supposed, thinking, that just like everything else it was now it was yours.

She was looking at you expectantly, and although you were still in a mood akin to being rather sour, you offered her the kindest smile you could muster while running a hand down her arm in thanks.

She scuttled off, returning again with a thick cloak of wool and satin and fur to keep you warm while the snow fell outside, and the funeral pyres of your family burned bright.

It was already dusk, the pyres had wilted down to smoldering embers, and most of the kingdom who came to pay their respects had already come and gone.

You’d stayed. A thin layer of snow covered your entire body, and from how still you were in spite of the cold could have anyone fooled into thinking you were a statured relic.

“You’re Majesty,” Miche’s deep rumble had your head finally turning away from your family. “I know you wish to say, but we must go. It’s not good for a person to be out here any longer.”

You looked past him to Erwin, standing a ways off in the same ceremonial armor and furs as Miche was. He’d sent his friend to get you, knowing Miche would be softer about gathering you back to the castle.

But your eyes prickled, the cold stung, you couldn’t feel your fingers and you couldn’t breathe. Like a tree had been fell upon you, your corset was far too tight, too suffocating, you needed it off and you needed to breathe.

Turning away with a quiet sob, your arms flung to you back under you cloak to attempt at tearing at the chords and ribbon fastening your ribs shut. You weren’t handling this as well as you’d thought at all - and you knew you weren’t handling it well to begin with.

Miche’s hands flung out to steady you as your legs wobbled in your mild hysteria.

He could tell you were trying to hear him - but you’d been sent into a panic, you needed something and you weren’t able to convey it properly. A particularly cold chill went down his spine at the thought of you going mad - not an entirely unreasonable thing, considering - but he genuinely liked you. He’d rather give up a pound of his own flesh then watch you descend into emotions you would never recover from.

Nothing was getting through to you, and Miche knew it wasn’t quite proper - but propriety be damned, you needed help.

Only when his fingers ghosted each side of your face did you regain some clarity. Your cheeks were ghostly cold.

“Hey, look at me -” he tried, and even though your eyes were glossed with tears, they still met his own, “- you’re going to be okay. Tell me what you need.”

Your mouth opened and closed, your voice only procured a croak the first few tries - he was doing his best to soothe you, watching as a tear broke from your lashes and left an icey trial across his finger.

“Let me help you.” Watching your mouth shut, he thought he said the wrong thing. But then you spoke, wet and quiet and he almost missed it over the wind.

“I - I need my corset loosened.” He looked in your eyes and saw how you started to not meet them over a wave of embarrassment at your confession.

Then, ashamed, he noticed how quick your breaths were - that indeed you were having a rough time in that regard - how he should’ve noticed sooner, and why couldn’t he be a little bit more like Erwin without losing so much humanity. But you needed help, and - while he couldn’t admit to undoing a lot of them in his time - your corset wasn’t one that you could undo yourself.

Miche’s hands moved. His fingers usually weren’t so clumsy, but the cold had been biting at them for hours. In his peripherals he saw Erwin step forward in concern - undressing the Queen, how dare he. A quick look telling him he’ll have it all explained later left him not intervening, but still weary.

After pulling at your overcoat, dress, and corset, you’d finally calmed. However he could see you were visibly tired, and you’d taken to clutching to a space of fabric at his wrist like it was your lifeline.

Erwin was concerned - even after they’d taken you inside and your handmaidens had bundled you up to try and get you warm again.

He knew it wasn’t his place - he hadn’t grown up with royal politics, rather war strategies - but you hadn’t had either. He knew you’d get adviser for those things, you hadn't yet, but he felt in his gut that he wouldn’t like whatever man the court would give you. You hadn’t been genuinely cared for your whole life - only survived so far out of duty and privilege. You were unprepared.

True, he wasn’t always the best friend anyone could ask for, but he could read rooms as easily as his father could read through books.

Very early on he could tell no one cared for you, and now he realized how much of a problem that could be. You were so young, and lost so much. You needed friends now more than ever, and yet now more than ever fake, leeches of friends would offer themselves willingly.

He knew he had a job, a duty that he was to value more than his own life, but maybe keeping you safe in this way was part of his duty. Befriending you, helping you find good people to keep close, and keeping those with ill intent away.

After you were deemed warm enough, he and Miche were allowed into your room. He walked in second, seeing you tucked into bed - your upper body propped up and sinking into a dozen pillows - and a thick layer of blankets pulled up under your arms as you slowly sipped on a mug of something warm.

It was late, the fire was going strong and candles were lit across the room. Everyone else had left since you didn’t need them anymore. Them both being allowed in wasn’t actually an accurate statement - they let themselves in because no one was around to stop them.

The small smile you greeted them with told them you didn’t mind their sudden company.

You gestured to the end of your bed, telling them quietly that they were welcomed to sit, and Erwin took the invitation gladly. It was a large bed, made you look comically small, so there was plenty of space for the two of them to sit without disrupting you.

“Are you feeling a little better now, your majesty?” Miche asked, and Erwin watched you intently as you watched the content of your mug swirl around before procuring a reply.

“Yes, a little.” you said. With your eyes still downcast, and with them both still waiting in case you wanted to continue, you kept going, “I guess I just didn’t want to say goodbye.”

For some reason Erwin understood.

Your family didn’t treat you the best - often taking you for granted or leaving you in a corner unnoticed - but they were still your family. They were gone, and you’d still miss them. You still had a right to miss them.

“Everyone’s grieving.” he heard Miche say quietly, “We’ll miss them too.”

You finally looked up at them, smiling sadly at Miche before casting a glance over at Erwin. He realized, in that moment, that this was the first time you’d all been left completely alone.

“I remember you. Both of you.” you admitted quietly, fiddling with your fingers around your mug. “I think it was you, when we were younger.”

“Near the wisteria vines,” Erwin said, recalling that day he first met the little Princess - now Queen.

In his mind's eye he could see how you changed - a maturity to your face, and parts of you that slimmed from baby-fat and parts that had filled out. Times were simpler when you were younger - them skimping from training and you simply running away to the gardens for the sake of stirring up trouble.

“We spent the whole day together.”

“Ate nectarines from the tree in the secret place you took us to.” Miche said. “My hands were still sticky when I went to bed that night.” That brought a quiet giggle from you - the first of its kind that Erwin had ever heard come from your grown lungs.

This is a good topic, he thought.

“Is it still there?” he asked, “The place you showed us?”

“It is.” You nodded, raising your mug to your lips and taking a large mouthful. “Though now there’s a door, it freezes shut during winter. If you’d want to go you’d have to wait for the thaw.”

“You’ll have to show us, wouldn’t be the same without you anyway.” Erwin felt himself smile as he watched you fluster. He looked over at Miche, who had a fondness in his appearance that only usually showed around people he’d known for years.

He supposed, technically, he had known you for years.

You were very grateful about how understanding Miche and Erwin were yesterday.

You deeply hoped you’d never have to deal with anything like it again - but things like that are never set in stone. At least, you thought that you’d likely have them with you if it were to happen again.

Very grateful indeed.

Lying in bed, clutching a too-fluffed pillow to your chest, you looked out the window and watched as the hot red glow of the sunrise dulled to a yellow behind a half dozen clouds.

Greedily you hoped that they’d get more chances to save you, not just from yourself and your own mind, but other things too - however you dreaded the thought of them getting hurt in return. You could romanticize it all you wanted, but as nice as it was to dream you knew reality could be much more harsh.

In reality, they were incredibly lucky to still be standing on two feet with beating hearts. Too many others weren’t so fortunate. Time and circumstance kills all, you’ve found, and yet it can also keep people alive.

You know you want to repay them both. Your knights deserved something good, and you convinced yourself they would keep on deserving.

Now, just after the cusp of the coldest day the year had seen, you were planning what to do with them that coming summer. Nectarines and honey, with juice running down your fingers and the uncomfortable feeling of the flesh near the seed getting stuck between your teeth.

It’d be a sunny day with a cool breeze, and it’d be just you three.

Even if your duties got in the way for the rest of your life, you were determined to spare a few hours to yourself with them for this.

#erwin smith x reader #miche zacharias x reader #erwin smith x female reader #miche zacharias x female reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x female reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #medieval au #royal au #knight au

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marsmachtfett · 7 months

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Day 5 of RivaEreri October! Prompt: Vampires.

The princess has a very…strange new lover. He never leaves her side.

#levi ackerman #aot riren #eren jaeger #ereri #rivaere #ereri riren #levi x eren #royal au

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stardust948 · 2 years

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Zutara Attack on Titan AU lore

Setting is in Ba Sing Se. Bending still exists.

Mainly earthbenders. Firebenders are 2nd common

Waterbenders are rare. Hunted down for healing

Not many Airbenders either. Most did not make it to BSS in time.

Dai Li are the Military Police and the Kysohi Warriors are the Survey Corps. Garrison Force remains the same. Dai Li is mostly earthbenders while KW is mostly nonbenders and firebenders. Suki is the commander of the KW like Erwin Smith. She wears the traditional war paint to honor Kyoshi’s legacy.

Toph is the Levi of this AU. She’s actually royalty but ran away and joined the military. It was easy to do because her family kept her existence a secret because of her blindness. Toph has the highest titan kill count thanks to her unrivaled earthbending. She’s dubbed as Humanity’s Strongest or the Angel of Death.

Water Family

Sokka is ten years older then Katara. When they discovered she was a bender, the family moved to the forest to protect her while Sokka joined the military. (Recruitment age starts at 12). Suki and Toph are also around the same age as Sokka.

Sokka is the Hanji Zoe of this AU. Has invented many anti-titan weapons and is in charge of the research department. He wants to discover all he can about titans and how to defeat them. He visits his family occasionally but worries he might give away their location.

Katara pretty much grows up as an only child. Practices bending alone.

The rest plays out as in the anime/manga. Traffickers kill Hakoda and Kya in front of Katara then kidnap her. The local doctor, Ozai, discovers the bodies and sends Zuko for help. Instead, Zuko tracks down the killers and rescues Katara.

Katara discovers how to bloodbend when one of the traffickers has Zuko in a chokehold. It’s brief but enough to get the guy to drop Zuko.

Zuko ties Kya’s necklace he found on the ground around Katara. Zuko doesn’t know the act is a marriage proposal. This is when Katara forms a small crush on Zuko. She goes to live with the Fire family afterwards.

Sokka finds out later and is devastated about his parents. Wants to take Katara with him but he can’t look after her with his military duties. After some convincing, he agrees to let her stay with the Fire family. Sokka makes it a point to visit more often.

Katara continues to teach herself waterbending. She mixes in firebending katas she learned from Ozai and airbending moves learned from Aang, forming her own unique fighting style.

She grows close to the Fire family and playfully teases Zuko despite having a crush on him. Zuko starts forming feelings too but he’s too stubborn to admit them. His parents think it’s cute.

Air family

Aang and Zuko are childhood friends.

Because there aren’t many Airbenders there’s much confusion regarding their culture so Aang is often picked on for his tattoos and pacifist nature. Zuko beats up the bullies for him and so does Katara when she joins the group.

Aang lives with his grandfather Gyatso. He has a journal from previous airbenders who used to travel the world before the titans appeared. Such knowledge is illegal and Aang is told to keep it a secret.

He shows Zuko and Katara anyway.

Aang quickly discovers his friends’ crush and tries to get them together with varying results.

Fire family

Ozai comes from beyond the walls but doesn’t remember how he got to BSS. He eventually becomes a doctor who saved the Lower district from a plague. He marries Ursa, the local herbiest and they have Zuko.

Zuko is very hot tempered and dreams of life beyond the wall ever since Aang showed him Gyatso’s book. He wants to join the Kyoshi Warriors and go to the outside world like Ozai but Ursa’s against it. This leads to many arguments.

When the Lower Ring fell and the titans invaded, Zuko’s house catches on fire. Ursa gets the children out but gets trapped inside. This is how Zuko gets the scar on his face. Katara burns her hands trying to get Ursa out but it’s too late.

After escaping to the Middle Ring, Ozai visits Zuko in a refugee camp. Ozai was out of town when the wall fell. He gives Zuko the key to the basement and tells him he needs to get there to save humanity and avenge Ursa. He then gives Zuko the titan serum.

Since Zuko got his scar before receiving the titan serum, the scar remains on his titan form. Zuko doesn’t heal it but keeps it as a reminder.

Zuko and Katara live with Aang and Gyatso until Gyatso is sent to the front lines for population control. The children work on a farm until they’re old enough to join the military.

Jet is Jean in this AU. He forms a rivalry with Zuko but they eventually become friends in the end.

Mai and Ty Lee are the Marleyans spies and responsible for the fall of the Lower Ring. After spending time with the people of BSS, Ty Lee starts having second thoughts about their mission. They work with Azula, the Beast Titan, who is Ozai’s first child from beyond the walls. Azula’s goal is to “rescue” her brother from Ozai’s teachings and destroy Ba Sing Se.

That’s all I have so far. I’m not sure how I’m going to end this yet but it won’t be the manga’s ending (because that was super depressing and I refuse.)

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madewithspice · 1 year

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AOT Characters In Royal AU Pt.2

THE KING’S ADVISOR - Jean Kirstein

Where does a big brain belong? With the other big brains, duh. So Jean is the King’s trusted advisor. Whenever Erwin needs advice or to run through some plans for the kingdom, he calls for Jean. Despite his young age, Jean is quick thinking and intelligent enough for Erwin to trust him with organising whole events and sometimes even the castle affairs.

THE COURT JESTER - Connie Springer

If Connie isn’t the fun, crazy one then I don’t want to be there. Connie loves his job and everyone loves him for roasting everyone during the banquet. He will not hold back and once even made a joke at the King’s expense who, luckily for him, laughed it off. He did get threats from Levi though about respecting the royals blah blah.

THE COURT PHYSICIAN - Hange Zoe

Got a boo boo? Or did you just get your butt whipped by the King’s Guard in training? Well worry not because Hange is the Court Physician. Okay worry a little bit because they will concoct the stinkiest medicines ever and force feed you them all in the name of good health but after a while you do feel better. Hange is often seen running around the castle and nearby forest, mumbling to themselves.

THE SERVANT’S DAUGHTER - Mikasa Ackerman

Her mother was the nanny for the royal children and Mikasa would accompany her often. She first made friends with Historia and attended many tea parties and then later on joined the duo of Eren and Armin. She’s well known throughout the kingdom as unofficial 2nd princess.

THE PRINCESS’ SERVANT - Ymir

Ymir was the scruffy orphan that would steal apples from the royal gardens until she was busted by the princess. Instantly both girls bonded and Historia smuggled her into the castle under the guise of a new handmaiden. Everyone was sworn to secrecy and Ymir found a family.

THE PALACE GARDENER - Reiner Braun

This man needs therapy and what is better than pruning flowers and keeping everything nice and tidy in the gardens. The fact his work takes place in the very area the gorgeous princess visits often, that’s just a bonus for him. He’ll always have a rose picked and ready to give to Historia.

THE HUNTER - Porco Galliard

I just really wanted to include Porco so the only thing I can think of for him is the guy who hunts the meat for the banquet. He loves the thrill and chase of it and the ego boost of dragging in two wild deers while the servants watch in awe. Drenched in sweat and hair sticking to his forehead, chest heaving, flipping heck is it hot in here?

- Kiki.

#attack on titan #aot headcanons #aot hcs #jean kirstein #connie springer #mikasa ackerman #hange zoe #ymir #reiner braun #porco galliard #jean headcanons #hange headcanons #connie springer headcanons #mikasa headcanons #porco headcanons #reiner headcanons #aot royal au #sfw blog

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Chapter 1

Attack on Titan || Royal AU

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"Well.. first, you must read through and sign papers pertaining the state of merchants and the kingdom."

The princet's study, whilst spacious, felt suffocating with every stack of paper placed upon their desk. "..Bertolt, how would one go about.. tackling this?" While he hadn't spoken a peep, he was shuffling. His shoes rubbed against the carpet in a rhythmic muffle that erked the silence unpleasantly. It reminded them of when their father paced back and forth within his own study. They couldn't quite find it within themselves to scold him back then so why scold someone now?

"Oh, your highness!" A honeyed gasp graced the princet's ears, settling the unease in their chest. Bertolt seized his feet as well, which pleased them even more. "I was wondering when I would see you today." The mop of golden hair that peaked around the corner could only belong to the kind librarian, Armin Arlert. His hair swept at his brow when he shifted the books within his arms, it reminded the princet of when they were children, "..do you need help with anything?" They breathed out whilst nodding their head, "Yes, I don't know where to start. I don't wish to be here all day." It was the clearing of Bertolt's throat that brought their attention back to him, "You have a meeting with Lord Erwin at tea time, princet. Pieck will take you then." They wasted no time, humming as they shifted their feet so they could stand behind the seemingly cluttered desk. "Please help them in the meantime, Arlert." He and Armin switched places, but Bertolt left as soon as he could. He must be worried about the servants in the kitchen. They were a troubling bunch.

"So.. what should we start with, your highness?" Sighing, the princet pulls a paper pile forward, centering it on their desk, "How's this one?" Armin grinned, "Perfect."

"..we truly shouldn't, but... hm, maybe we could move to a different part of the library?" His lips lifted, "Of course, we can do anything you want, 'highness." Their chair lightly skidded against the floor, but the carpet muffled it enough to not be ear piercing. Armin followed suit, pushing in his chair just as they had and lead them to the door. He adored the tiny smile they wore as they walked beside him, he couldn't help but mirror it while they approached the windows.

It was an hour later when they rested their quill within the ink Armin set aside. Their fingers gently tapped their cheeks. "This never seems to end.. how do you look at words for so long, Mister Arlert?" Lowering their hand to their lap, they lean back. "Everything in moderation, your highness." He breathed out, taking the time to lower the glasses he had been wearing to his chest, "Although if you wish for a break, we shall take one. Does a walk in the courtyard sound nice?" His eyes shone with a certain gleam as he rested his chin on his hand, his head tilted in feigned curiosity. He knew the princet wanted to get the work done and over with, but if they left the library they wouldn't return- that was if anything he learned over the years were true.

"Oh..!" Taking a wider step, they press their hand against the window's molding and lean forward, lifting a knee to the sill for a better view, "Yelena, hello there!" Just out the open window was the garden's keeper. Despite the hours she dwelled outside, she remained as pale as a daisy. Many servants joked of her homeland being Romania and she had always been one to always go along with it. But.. was she truly joking? "Ah, afternoon, 'highness!" Even through the difficult labor she kept a soothed expression, she had been one mystery after another ever since arriving. "Y-your highness, be careful!" Armin held the princet's waist when their knee slipped, their pants being much too soft to have grip. "Oh my.. were you about to fall for me? I am quite honored, your highness." Yelena teased, lifting a hand to her chest as she bowed her head. Her heart racing from the panic she refused to show. Sputtering for a moment, the princet felt their face burn. "Come now, Yelena, that's no way to treat the soon to be Monarch." Onyankopon, another keeper of the many plants around the palace, was quick to wave the blonde over.

It was slow, but he released his hold on them, parting his lips as he finally realized what he was doing. "Y.. your highness, I'm- ah- I'm terribly sorry..!" He knew he should bow, but he found himself shielding his reddening face from them rather than doing what's proper. "...Ar..min.." Their fingers dancing across their bottom lip before their eyes witnessed the entrance of the library opening. "Princess~" The cheery voice of their maid made them freeze, if they could just leave they'd be able to breathe- "Oh..! Am I interrupting something, dears?" She always sounded much older than she was whenever she spoke this way, but it was very much like her.

But the keeper's words were covered once the window was tugged shut. "Armin? Is something...oh." When the princet faced him, they found him close- too close. It wasn't the first time he had been, but it felt quite different now that the both of them were adults. Their shared breaths melded together with how close they were, it felt electrifying. "..'highness.." His lips just about brushed against their own when he spoke, "..you..." They watched as he stilled, their heart stuttering when their nose touched his. It appeared they had been leaning toward him.

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"Of course not!" The princet almost faltered when Armin spoke too, but thankfully he cut himself off before Pieck could poke any fun. "I'll be kidnapping you for a little while then! Tea with a possible suitor is a mighty fine occasion after all~" She grasped their hand, lightly swinging it back and forth with a giggle, "Chin up now, you don't get the chance to dress up very often!" Intertwining their fingers, the princet finds themselves aching with anxiety. Taking a look back at their high strung librarian was all they could manage before disappearing through the doors that had secluded them moments before. And, as nerve-wracking as that situation was, they found themselves wishing to be beside him once again.

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Part 4

Levi x fem!reader

vampire au

“What about him?”

You looked over to the crusty looking soldier that Jane pointed out. You swallowed your sweet, alcoholic beverage and cringed. At both the alcohol and her suggestion.

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay…. What about him?”

She pointed to another man, definitely more attractive than the first, but not your type at all. Frat boys. Bleh.

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

She giggled as she sipped her own drink and you slugged her arm lightly. “I’ll just marry you, I don’t need a man.”

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That night was the last night you saw her. You had been so out of it you hadn’t even thought about her, let alone dreamed about your best friend. This was the first good sleep you’ve had in a really long time.

Before you could open your eyes, you felt a heaviness in your hand. Beeping in your ears. Where were you?

“What the hell,” you murmured as your eyes fluttered open and bright light blinded you. You lifted your arm to shield your eyes and saw the IV in your hand.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you sat up quickly. You expected to be in a hospital room but instead were in a room that looked more like a lab. You were on a cold, metal table with a pillow laid under your head while you slept.

How did you get here? Where was here?

You snapped your head towards the door at the sound of footsteps. Levi stepped into the room, a teacup in his hand. He looked up at you, surprise and relief evident on his face.

“Shit. Hey! She’s awake!” He called out. Loud, running footsteps echoed down the hallway outside of the room.

Levi set his cup down and came to your side.

“What’s happening? What happened?”

A brunette woman with an eyepatch and glasses came running into the room.

“Yes! You lived!”

She grinned gleefully at you as she ran up beside Levi. She reached a hand out to touch you and you instantly recoiled in fear, nearly throwing yourself off the table.

“Hange!” Levi barked, snatching her hand before it reached you. “She’s scared, give her a minute.”

She pulled her hand back and gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sorry. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m confused,” you said warily, not leaving your defensive position on the table. “Where am I?”

You looked at Levi who opened his mouth to answer but the woman answered instead. “Sorry, Clover. Clover, right? You’re in my lab. I’m Hange Zoë.”

“Hange is an old acquaintance, she won’t hurt you, I promise. She saved you.”

“Saved me?” Your mouth dried and you looked between the two of them, desperate for answers.

“Acquaintance? Ouch.” Her attention turned back to you. “You were attacked last night, my dear. Nearly completely drained. Short stuff over here found you barely breathing- brought you here. Luckily I have a whole stock of human blood of all different types.”

She was oddly cheerful for telling you you nearly died.

“Who did this to you?” Levi’s voice was low. Dangerous. He sounded pissed.

You sighed and thought hard. What was the last thing you remembered? Flashes of memories passed through your mind.

The green dress. Levi’s attempt at a compliment. His fingers on your back. Agh, stop. More important thing. You two going outside. Laying in the grass. Levi getting a call, telling you to stay there. Red hair.

Your throat tightened as your memories flooded back. Zeke’s friend, his body on top of yours. His fingers pressed so hard into your wrist, they were sure to leave bruises. You look down to see purple marks on your skin. You reached up to touch the tender flesh where his fanged pierced you.

“Floch,” you finally croak out, begging yourself internally not to cry. All you do is cry. “He said his name was Floch.”

“Little bastard. He must have thought you were dead,” Levi hissed, his fists clenching into tight balls.

He had never liked the creep. He had never liked any of Zeke’s friends. He despised Zeke.

You looked down to your crumbled dress. Dirt littered your arms, feet, and hands. You wanted to scrub off any reminder of the night. You needed to scrub off any reminder of Floch’s touch.

“Can we go back home? I need to bathe,” you said quietly. Home. Is that what that place is to you now?

“I really need you to stay so I can monitor you a little longer, if that’s okay.”

“How long?” Levi asked her.

“At least the rest of the day.”

“What about Zeke? Won’t he notice me gone?”

Levi grabbed his phone and checked the time. 6:45 a.m.

“He’ll be away for a few days. That’s what the call last night was about,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Stay here, I’ll go take care of Zeke.”

Lucky break.

He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room without so much as a goodbye. Just left you alone with a stranger in a lab.

Asshole.

“So, can I take that off and you can shower here? You can borrow my clothes.” She gestures towards the IV in your hand. You hesitantly held it out for her.

“Why do you have so much human blood?” You asked her skeptically as she worked to remove the IV, wincing when she pulled the needle out.

“That does look strange, doesn’t it?” She laughed. “I study it. I was the one who created synthetic blood drinks actually. I’m trying to find a cure.”

Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “A cure? For vampirism? Why?”

“It’s crazy I know,” she sighed happily. “I don’t want to have to survive off of blood anymore, or for the future generations to have to either.”

“So… you don’t drink from humans?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

That made you feel considerably better. You noticed her fangs weren’t out like every other vampire- including Levi- who talked to you. Slowly but surely you could learn to trust her.

She showed you to her bathroom. You stripped yourself down and let the water and soap wash away the night before. The dirt, the emotions. All of it.

After pulling on the clothes Hange lent you, you walked out to find her cooking breakfast.

“What other stereotypes about vampires are wrong?”

She turned her head from the eggs she was scrambling at the stove. She smiled wildly.

“I’m so glad you asked. Give me just a minute.”

She finished breakfast for the two of you, and placed the plates on her small table. She then proceeded to explain to you all the wrong stereotypes and the complete history of vampires on Paradis Island. She talked for what felt like hours.

She explained that they are relatively similar to regular humans. They need sleep, they eat regular food, can go out into the sunlight, and age just at a slightly slower pace. They require blood to survive but it is not necessary to live completely off of it. It just makes them feel better, helps them heal, keeps them healthier. It’s very tasty to them too, according to Hange, depending on the blood type. Her synthetic blood was a very good substitute for those who don’t feel comfortable feeding off of humans but human blood made vampires much stronger. It’s essentially what gives them their supernatural abilities.

She said she couldn’t explain why virgin blood made such a difference. She half wondered if it was just a stereotype they indulged in because it sounded cooler.

One of the most interesting things that explained why everyone here was a vampire was that they reproduced like humans. They were all born as vampires, but have the ability to turn others, though it’s not necessary.

Most are descendants of a girl that came into contact with a vampire. Her supernatural abilities were applauded and coveted, so they forced her to breed and turn others. Eventually, most of the people on Paradis Island were vampires.

“How do you get human blood then?”

“Ah! We have human colonies.”

You stared at her, terribly confused. “Then… then why was I taken from Marley?”

Her face fell as she sighed. “Well, partly because you’re Marlyean. It’s illegal to make Eldian’s slaves here. So slave traders take people from Marley by force or blackmail. Sometimes they’re even sold.”

“It’s mostly the rich and noble that participate in slave trading. Boredom gets the better of them. I think people like Zeke just like having ownership over someone else. I’m so sorry you’re having to be a pawn in their sick game.”

Tears stung at your eyes. Just a pawn in their sick game. That’s truly what it felt like. Just an unlucky little pawn.

The door opened to Hange’s place. You hastily wiped away any tears that fell onto your rosy cheeks as Levi walked into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Levi ignored Hange’s comment as his eyes landed on you. He could tell something was wrong. You could tell he wanted to ask. You shook your head, letting him know not to.

“How did it go?” You asked him.

“I was able to rush him out, and told him you were still sleeping. He’ll be gone for at least 3 days or so.”

You let out a sigh of relief. A very much needed break from being fed on. From Zeke.

“We should head back, I’m sure you’re still exhausted.” He was right, you were still exhausted. You had a good rest but the amount of blood loss you’ve had recently and coming out of the daze you’ve been in, had you feeling like you could sleep for another 10 hours.

But the more you thought about it the more you weren’t ready to go back to that castle. You weren’t ready to go back to your room where you weren’t allowed to leave. The suffocating feeling you get when you hear the door click and the lock buzz.

“I’m not ready,” you whispered, looking away from his steel eyes. “Can we stay at a hotel or something?”

He stared at you as he contemplated your words. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to go back. He can hear the way your heart accelerates when the door to your room is about to close. He knows the pain you’ve endured there.

“It would be dangerous. Your smell is….” Mouthwatering. “Different. And strong. You could be recognized or worse, attacked.”

You looked back at him. Annoyance shifted onto your face, and you did nothing to hide it. You wanted him to know that you were upset, as childish as it was. He was completely right, but you couldn’t help it.

“I have a guest room. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, in exchange for one little thing,” Hange interjected.

“What is it?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed himself. He already knew the answer.

“Let me take some more of your blood,” Hange said, then quickly corrected herself when she saw the way your face paled. “For research! Your blood is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You were able to take any kind of other blood and it was like your blood infected the other cells. I had to test it to make sure you could get the transfusion earlier. It was incredible.”

“No. She’s not going to be your science experiment, Hange.”

You snapped your head at Levi. Who was he to answer for you? If this was all you had to do to get just one day away from your prison, you were going to.

“Yes, I will be. You can take as much as you want.” Levi’s face was unchanged but you saw the way his eyes darkened. Why were you all of a sudden being so defiant?

Brat.

Hange practically squealed with glee. “Thank you so much! I really think it could help me on my mission to find a cure. My guest room is yours, my darling. There’s only one bed, but Levi can take the couch in there.”

Levi sighed in defeat. There was no going back now. He wasn’t going to kidnap you to take you back. At least he can take a nap and know you’re safe.

You smiled and followed Hange back to her lab room. She took a little blood, and said she’d take a little more later. She gave you iron supplements to help with the blood loss and told you to get some rest before she took more. You were happy to oblige.

When you entered the guest room, Levi was laid out on the couch. The tension in the room was evident as you crawled into the queen sized bed. You stripped the uncomfortable pants you had on and dropped them to the floor once you were under the cover of the sheets.

Levi heard the pants hit the floor and his heart practically stopped. A blush crept onto his cheeks and he tossed onto his side, facing the back of the couch. He couldn’t help but imagine you under the covers, in just your panties. How easy it would be to access your core.

His pants tightened involuntarily and he inwardly groaned. He’s seen you naked and this is what gets him hot and bothered?

You pulled the covers tight to your chin and closed your eyes, desperate to get some more sleep. But the way Levi’s body tossed and turned on the squeaky couch was extremely distracting.

“Can you not?” You finally grunted. The squeaking stopped and the room was silent for just a split second.

“Not what?”

“Make so much noise,” you snapped.

“What crawled up your ass? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not just being sad, pitiful Clover.”

“Tch.”

He rolled over once again, a scowl forming on his face. Both of your chests heaved up and down in annoyance. When he rolled over one more time, you finally sat up and stared at him.

“Are you uncomfortable or something?”

He rolled his eyes, but gave you an answer. “Yeah an old couch isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on when you haven’t slept in days.”

A pang of guilt shot through you. In days? Levi was known for not sleep much at all- so little that there was a rumor he didn’t have a bed at all- but days were a long time. Was that your fault?

Sighing in your own defeat after an argument in your head, you decide to let him in bed with you. Against your better judgement.

“Just get in the bed, Levi.”

His eyes widened slightly. That was a terrible idea. “No, I’m fine.”

“I swear to the Maker, Levi. I’m not in the mood. Just get your ass in this bed so I don’t have to listen to that forsaken couch.”

You heard him grumble something under his breath as he sat up. He hesitantly walked over to the other side of the bed and stopped before pulling the covers back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you grunted, pulling the covers back over you and flopping onto your side to face away from him. A blush crept onto your face as you began to second guess this idea.

You felt the covers be pulled back. A breeze went across your backside before the bed dipped behind you, and then Levi’s hip brush you. You both stiffened and you felt him scoot away.

You both laid in silence for a minute before he turned over and you heard him gasp behind you. You turned quickly to look at him.

His eyes were wide and his fangs were extended. You stared at him.

“Sorry, I just… your smell..”

Your whole body heated as you went beat red. You were embarrassed but… something else. Something sinful crawled up your spine at his words and you bit your lip involuntarily as you stared at his fangs. They scared you on anyone else. But on Levi… they made you feel hot. Made you rub your thighs together and look away in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you whispered and turned away again.

As you tried to sleep, your brain wouldn’t shut off. Your body wouldn’t shut off. It wanted you to push your ass back towards him. Your body started moving on its own and you slowly inched towards him, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was deliberate. You felt your ass brush against his hip. You stiffened slightly but forced yourself to relax. Your heart was beating ridiculously fast.

It like a drum in his ear. A song enticing him, seducing him. It was an indication to his own body to turn over on his side toward you. To push his hips into your back side, as you both bit back a sigh.

Both of your bodies involuntarily reacting to each other’s closeness. It was stupid. It was careless. Neither of you had let another person effect you like this. But both of you wanted- no needed- the feeling and warmth of the other.

His hand slid its way over your hip and he gripped tightly, rolling your ass into his hardened cock. You bit your lip harshly to keep your groan in. You hadn’t been consensually touched like this in so long. The tension was erotic. His hardness felt so good.

Your smell was pulling him in. He wanted you so bad in every way. Your own brain swam with images of him touching you and kissing you and biting you. What would him feeding off of you feel like? Would it be different than Zeke? You wanted to find out. You were willing to find out.

He sighed deeply in frustration and forced himself to wrap his arm tightly around your waist and stuff his face into your back.

He couldn’t cross anymore lines with you. He wouldn’t.

You sighed in your own sexual frustration. But his arms around you were so comfortable and inviting. Your snuggled yourself into him and ran your hand along his arm until your hand covered his. He hesitantly extended his fingers so you could lace yours through his.

The two of you fell asleep soon after you relaxed. It was the best sleep Levi had had in years. Being close to another warm body who made you feel safe was what you both needed.

The consequences could wait until you were rested.

#levi fanfiction #aot au #vampire au #aot fanfiction #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #reader has name #royal au #zeke yeager #modern au

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3cremepie3 · 2 years

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Y’all I can’t wait to write this fic with !Witch Mikasa!

Happy first day of fall 🍁

#heartland #wlw smut #fanfiction #fantasy #royal au #aot smut #soo excited

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Okay here's a pretty far fetched, pretty long, Levi x reader royalty AU idea/summary/what have you, that I don't see myself actually getting to, anytime soon at any rate so, here's the idea, certain details not completely worked out, but no matter!

Slightly suggestive! Only a teeny bit. 1800 words. Wow did I write this much?

Hmm just to be safe, tw implied cheating, not by Levi

Levi is a nobleman in a kingdom, somewhat high ranking. There's a fuss when an unknown woman is found just outside town, dirty and disoriented, stating she doesn't know who she is.

A kind and prominent family take her in and assist her and bring her to court soon after where she meets Levi who has been asked as a favor to the queen to see what this is all about. Both he and the family decide she says the truth and doesn't mean any harm.

Seeing she cleans up nice and with multiple visits, she and Levi grow close. She doesn't have anywhere to go so he says he'll help her make a home here if she wants.

Some time passes and she really does well in society and she's almost ready to stay on her own. However she and Levi fall for each other and he doesn't want her to be by herself and face anymore hardships or controversy of an unmarried woman, and proposes. She accepts and they consummate their relationship that night.

And here's where things go wrong. Just a few days later she is summoned to court and is thrown for a loop when she's told she 'belongs' to a neighboring kingdom who has been looking for her, and is betrothed to the crown prince who is soon to be king, as his father is extremely ill.

She swears she doesn't know anything about this and doesn't understand. No matter what Levi says or offers, the royals hands are tied. The other prince himself shows up and seems to know her but it's clear she doesn't know him. Things do not change and in a couple days time he will be taking her with him.

She and Levi can't do anything and sneak in as much time as possible, but she refuses his offer to run away and make things worse. They separate and do not see each other for years, Levi promising to do anything he can to get to her.

While in her new kingdom, she makes friends with her ladies and there's whispers going around. Someone tells her what they know, which is the person the prince was supposed to marry took ill and didn't survive. Reader does more digging and finds that girl was her older sister and that reader was given up as a baby so her parents could make something of the sister and not worry about another child.

While living her own life happily, reader was suddenly thrust into this very similar situation after the sister died and while protesting it all was given a potion from an unknown source to make her more cooperative. That's where our story had started as she made a break for it after forgetting everything.

Back in the present, just weeks after arriving, not knowing how any of this helps her, she gets married to the prince just after his father dies, and he is crowned king the next day.

5 years pass and she has birthed the next prince. To keep peace they all travel to the kingdom Levi is in to visit with the other royals. The king is suspicious but doesn't know what's going on, and reader tries to shield Levi. She keeps her son close and Levi finally gets a moment with her.

They act politely but quietly have a deep conversation. She tells him what she knows and while they speak the little prince plays around them. He likes Levi and asks him lots of questions. Reader makes a startling announcement when she says the prince looks like his father, but he doesn't look anything like the king.

Doing the math on the timeframe Levi realizes that's his son. Reader confirms and says the king might have an idea which is why they married so quickly. Reader tells him her parents found and apologized to her and she hasn't seen them since, wondering why.

They're able to find more alone time and while they can't figure out a way out of this that doesn't get them both, especially her, in major trouble, say nothing, but they do spend another night together.

Separating again, once back at her kingdom, it turns out the king is much more aware than she thought. He knew everything from the start. That even though he'd only met her sister once, that they don't look exactly alike. That he removed her parents from the situation to keep everyone quiet. And more-so, that she and Levi were together, because it turns out the king cannot produce children. No one will ever know of course or she'd be disposed of, and at least this way there's an heir. And soon, he'll have a younger sibling. (It's unclear how much his father, king before his passing, knew about what was going on, but no doubt he and his queen had a hand in things to ensure their sons future).

Reader is heartbroken over the situation but tries to stay strong for her son, also knowing her next child will be passed off as the kings. She has no choice but to let things be as they are.

Another 4 years pass and the royals make their rounds to keep everything peaceful. The prince is 8 and the young princess about 4. While he's being groomed by the king, it's clear the prince is attached to his mother.

Reader has learned a lot and while she and Levi keep their distance, there are many shared glances and Levi wonders about the little princess.

There's finally a chance meeting and reader tells him everything and they confess they will always love each other. She confirms the princess is his too, and says she wishes there was a way to keep her children safe. She knows they have kind hearts and doesn't want the king to influence them as they get older.

They leave it at that and don't see each other again, but with the help of others notes are passed while they're in court.

The night before they leave, the prince asks if he can ride back with his mother, and they go in a separate carriage from the king and princess. It is not until they are back home from their journey that it's discovered the prince is missing.

In a flashback we see that with help on both sides, Levi and the prince meet in secret and it turns out they both know what's going on. The young boy is very knowledgeable and after speaking to his mother, they've come up with a plan. One that could be the death of many, but that Levi decides is worth the risk.

With more help, possibly from even his own queen (at least, she turns a blind eye) he and the prince leave together and stay on the run. Assistance and their own smarts guide them, and they stay well hidden for years.

At readers kingdom the king is beyond livid, especially when reader comments he will get no more heirs, but he cannot prove anything, and send his men to find the prince. He tries to make her life miserable but knowing the truth, and having her daughter still, she manages. The best the king can do now is hope to find the prince, and plan to marry the little princess off when the time comes.

We meet Levi and the prince when he is now 16. Levi has taught him a lot, how to fight and also be caring to others. They both worry about reader, and the prince says he knows she wished she would have run away with Levi that first time. They get along quite well, and the prince says he's happy to have Levi.

Not long after this, there's word that the due to very unusual circumstances, the king has died in a hunting accident. Levi knows it's time for the prince to return, and tell him it's time to see his mother.

Levi sends him on by himself and reader recognizes him right away and almost faints, and with all he's learned, says he's come to claim his rightful place. Questions are asked and he has answers for them all (most are complete fabrications) and those in power can't do much to dispute him, with the exception of one or two who are stopped by readers supporters. While he is still too young to rule, it's decided he will hold the throne with his mothers and other higher ups help until he is of age.

The prince, his mother and his 12 year old sister are finally reunited as a family. The prince says he hopes reader is alright, and she tells him not to worry (she has been through a rough time of course, but they're here now). The princess doesn't quite know everything, but enough, and the prince assures reader he understands what she did and that Levi will be waiting for them. She knows all her trouble has been worth it.

The first thing he does is make it known his sister will not be married off when she is of age, but will have a choice, and he will come to an agreement with the prince of the kingdom she was betrothed to. He works out any issues with excellence and proves he should be king.

When he is 18 and crowned king, spectators from other kingdoms are there to witness, and Levi is among them. The new king and Levis queen have been corresponding and make it official that as a 'present' Levi has a new role as advisor in this kingdoms court.

And now, finally, after many years apart, Levi and reader are reunited, and while they don't let on just how long they've known and loved each other, it is clear they're smitten, and the king is vocally supportive of his mothers happiness. When the king chooses his new bride, and when the princess gets married years after that, and any time there is a royal event, Levi and reader are together front and center in support.

One day the king makes it law that any former queen has the right to love and marry whoever she wishes after the passing of the former king. Coming directly with support from the king, naysayers are far and few between when reader marries Levi in a small ceremony.

They are always welcome at court and while both have an official job, are given a present from the king of a cottage where they can live together in their semi retirement.

They enjoy their cottage and talk about all they've been through, how they both managed to keep their children safe all this time even when being apart, how their son is king and daughter is married to whom she wants to be, that they have always and will always love each other, and agree that though it's been hard, it's all been worth it.

Okaaaaay!! What do you think?? Told you it was long hahaha that was just the basics!

Idk how any of this would work but, why not?

Uh, tagging a couple people I think would like this?

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Erwin Smith X Fem!Reader X Miche Zacharias

Summary: When you were a little, you met three boys. To this day you've never forgotten them - even on the worst day of your life you only wanted the carefree innocence that came with knowing them.

Warnings: Parental and Sibling death. Blood and gore. Misogyny. Reader pronouns used are she/her. (Described as wearing dresses, cutting long hair short; called 'queen' and 'princess' as a title.)

Listening to: 'Music Under the Mountain' by Kelsey Woods

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Long cut short, tapestry weaved together;

Thread of red and black, to return it shall never;

Long cut short, tapestry half lost forever.

While you had trouble remembering a time without Erwin or Miche, they both remembered the exact day they first met you.

They were freshly appointed squires revelling in their first day off.

Erwin had taken to Miche quite quickly - now known as each other's oldest and closest friend, often mistaken for brothers. The sight brought a sort of joy to the older soldiers, seeing the two blond boys made of strength and, especially, sunshine.

They, along with a young Levi Ackerman, had snuck out of the back fields - an area beyond the servants quarters at the castle - to venture through the royal gardens. They knew of the trouble they could get in if they were caught - a thrashing of no laughing matter, and halved rations for at least a week were the rumoured punishment of the children who’d tried before them.

They’d made their way through the oak and willow trees that held part of the king’s pride, past the queen’s rose garden full of red, yellow, and white blooms. They’d reached a passage - a hall it could easily be mistaken for if it weren’t for the rays of sunlight peeking through the thick wisteria flowers.

Erwin could feel Miche’s proposal before he even spoke it aloud.

“First one to the other end gets a part of the other's dinner tonight,” Before he or Levi could object, Miche was off on long gangly legs. “Go!”

Erwin, never one to back down from a challenge - willing or not - quickly surged forward with a skid of gravel underfoot, and Levi - left with no other choice - joined too. The three were evenly matched, until the last few metres of the tunnel approached. Erwin, driven with a need to come out victorious, gained a sudden burst of energy that took him further ahead of Miche. The grin that spread across his face at the idea of winning quickly disappeared as an obstacle emerged.

A girl, small and giggling with joy - unaware of the larger boy barreling towards her at a rate he no longer had control over - dressed in something pink and far too delicate for outdoor play.

Erwin tried stopping, slowing down, as best he could, but it was too late. On instinct his knees buckled, and he pulled the girl to his chest as he knocked her over. But she didn’t touch the ground. He could feel his face pale as he looked down at her, watching as her lip quivered in shock.

He quickly shushed her, sitting up as Levi and Miche came to a stop behind him, still in the tunnel, while he tried to conclude how much trouble he’d be in because he’d knocked over this girl.

“Hey, hey - it’s okay! What’s your name? I’m Erwin.” He said, voice far too rushed, and breaking in parts. The girl sniffled, backing away as she stood. Erwin noticed she had no shoes on. She looked like she was about to speak when a call had all four of them panicking.

“Princess!” The girl stiffened, before she inched back towards Erwin.

“Hide me!” she said, voice quiet but urgent.

“What? Why? If you’re the Princess then you need to go back where -”

“No!” She said, stamping her foot with a wince. “I’m not going back to tea, they make it so boring and my grandmother keeps pinching my cheeks.”

“Spoilt much.” Erwin heard Levi grumble under his breath. But now Erwin had a plan.

“Listen, we’ll hide you as long as you swear you never saw up when you do go back.” Erwin proposed, spitting in his hand and then thrusting it out boyishly. “Deal?”

The girl looked at the three of them.

“If you don’t tell me your names, then I won't be lying?” She offered, apparently forgetting Erwin had already told her his. He nodded anyway, wondering how exactly the mind of someone that much younger than he worked. She smiled, happy with the deal now, and then looked at his hand with mild disgust.

She spat in his hand too, unaware of the lower-class custom, before turning and running back into the tunnel.

“This way, quickly!” she said, “I know a secret spot but you have to promise not to tell anyone about it!” She said, voice breathless and too-loud from her running. The three boys shared a look before nodding and running after her.

Erwin thought that, if she were the Princess - this was the royal gardens on a fine day, it was entirely possible - that keeping an eye on her and keeping her safe while she was being a little rebellious was a good thing. They were only squires, but it was a good learning experience.

Maybe one day, Erwin thought with a smile, he’d be privileged enough to protect her when he was a knight.

“A ‘privilege’ isn’t a word I’d use to describe today. She’s a brat.”

Now safely back in their bunks for the night - not having been caught or tattled on, but one portion less thanks to Erwin insisting he still won the bet - Levi expressed his disdain for the little princess they’d met today.

“I thought that place she showed us was quite neat.” Miche mused, his hands tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “That little nook could come in quite handy someday."

“I’m sure it’s not as secret as she thinks though.” Erwin said, folding a shirt on the bunk below Miche. “Places like that among people like them don’t stay secret for long.”

“And what would you know about ‘people like them’? I’ve never seen you closer to the castle than you were today.” Miche said.

Levi could tell they weren’t going to shut up, so he rolled over as he listened to them banter.

Long after they finished and went to sleep, Miche still lay awake, ignoring Erwins heavy breathing below him. Mulling over the day's events and the new information he’d been given.

Erwin said he’d read books, been taught by his father before he’d died and Erwin joined as a page boy. The Princess was one of the King’s children, and her mother had been the King’s second wife - the Princess, you, his last and youngest child.

You had two older half-siblings - both Princesses - and two older brothers. Miche almost pitied you from what he knew now. Your sisters would be married off to strengthen ties between kingdoms - one already had been, with the second betrothed also - while your eldest brother was in-line to become king, and the other as his right hand - expected to marry strongly also.

You, the youngest daughter, almost sounded nothing more than a footnote when compared to the big picture. It made Miche rethink why you were ‘running away’ today. Were you simply acting out for attention, or - younger even than ten summers - did you know what would become of your life, and wanted something else? Something more.

He sighed, deeming it none of his business. If it were a topic of worry for him, it wasn’t worth worrying now. In the future, maybe, but it may not even come to that. Knowing his luck, he’d die long before being granted a position of such high status in the guard to have to worry about protecting you so fiercely.

But maybe, because he was not immune to dreaming, one day he might get to anyway.

You swore, if you could, that you’d be able to pick the faces of those boys out among all the other’s working at the castle.

Even now, years later, you felt you could do it.

What you’d come to know about them, and what you remembered of them, was that they were dressed as squires, meaning now - thirteen years later - they’d be fully fledged knights. They’d been serving that way for almost half that time.

You remembered one clearly, and one fondly, while the other blended with the others.

Clearly you remember, because he was so much smaller, and angrier, with dark hair. Fondly you remember one because you’d grown to love him in some small way, with his kind actions and handsome face. The third was a blur, a mix of the second as well as of himself, but you remember he was the tallest, and biggest - in some unknown way that alone made you feel safe.

You stood now behind your mother - The Queen Mother - and your sister-in-law - The New Queen - watching your eldest brother be anointed king. He’d always carried a confident pride in him, and showing it now made him look, dare you say, ugly. It didn't suit him like it did your father.

You father wore it gracefully, not with pride.

Your brother made it easy for your mind to wander to the three boys that haunted your childhood. Even now as the crowd surged with applause for their new king your mind went to the nights you’d spend wishing one of their heads would pop in through your window to take you on an adventure.

You’d play in your room - alone aside from the governess doing her needlepoint in the rocking chair by the fire - pretending your knights-to-be were there with you.

Now though, you looked down at your hands, pitying yourself and how the fondest parts of your childhood were make-believe.

You held onto the hope - one that kept your head upright and hands steady - that tomorrow, when your brother would address the guard as a whole to appoint new roles, that you’d see them again. Probably only from a distance, of that you were sure. But seeing them again in the flesh, that would perhaps let you know that at least you had met them.

Once, long ago.

Your mother turned, catching your eye. Her face softened, and she smiled. She didn’t say a word, only brushed her hand on your chin before turning back to her son again. How fitting, you thought, that the only thing she’d spare you was a glance on the day where your life was to be ruined forever.

You were late to the banquet that night. It was the one thing you were dreading - being late - but another also the dinner, where your whole family would be, and you’d be the object of their jeering.

Twenty-one summers passed unwed, without child, and even unbetrothed. Both your sisters had been promised since they were fifteen, but you had every birthday since coming of age come and go without a single intention of marriage.

You were a shame, to put it lightly, and it wasn’t one you bared happily.

Your sisters were so beautiful, you’d looked at them with awe when you were younger only to find it turned to envy as you got older. A jealous shade of green that had you copying their ways as much as possible in an effort to grasp at what that had. Truly the only thing you shared was a father, but that didn’t stop you from fitting yourself into the same kinds and colors of dress, keeping your hair long and styled the same even though it never suited you or was never as perfect.

Trying to push and pull yourself into the same mold. But you’d never be them, you’d always be lacking. You’d always be the Princess no one wanted.

When you reached the dining hall door, you found it odd to have to open it yourself.

But the sight behind the door had you wishing you never opened it in the first place.

You thought, maybe you were cursed. To be alone. To be unwanted. At the very least, you had to be - to be the one to stumble upon such an awful scene such as this could only be the result of an evil bewitchment.

But this was much worse than when you found your father. He was sickly before you even found him, you’d gone to say goodbye but you hadn’t even gotten to do that. He was dead when you walked in, thus you were too late.

And there before you was your mother seated next to the king's place. Beautiful, her face looked like she was sleeping until you went lower to the unnatural flap of flesh on her neck, bleeding all over her perfect dress.

Guards were all around the table - they were old ones, serving their last night before the change of guard for the new king - bleeding the same as your mother from various other wounds. You siblings and their husbands and wives suffered a similar fate - all dead, and painting the room such a sickly shade of red.

You physically felt the blood drain from your face, a lightheaded nausea formed in your core that had you sweating and shaking, with the vision disappearing from your eyes, ears feeling like they’d been stuffed full of cotton.

Even then you could only think of one other thing - because they may not have treated you like family, but they were, and all four of your siblings had children, and you afforded each of your nephews and nieces kindness - you found yourself turning, stumbling over your feet with a hand at your mouth as if you could find the strength in you to check on their children.

They had to be okay. Surely. If you weren’t in the room and you were fine, then they must be too.

But you didn’t even have the strength to stand on your own anymore.

Your body never hit the floor. Instead of cold marble your hands grasped metal chainmail, your head caught on the shoulder of a man, and warm fingers tapped your cheek. Instead of blood, familiar smelling spiced frankincense filled your nose, you heard a muffled voice call your name, but all you replied through light sobs was mutterings about the children rather than answers about your own wellbeing.

Then you become angry, taking it out on the breastplate of the man before you - your heart was sent on leaving a good dent in the metal, but the man grabbed your hands, holding them both in one of his own as he petted your hair and shushed you.

Your vision was returning, but the blackening spots traded places with tears that made everything too blurry. You hiccupped, upset that someone could do this to them - to you - and get away with it so easily, on today of all days. Your brother had barely been king for half a day - your mother died less than two weeks after her husband.

Today was supposed to be a happy day.

How dare they do this, whoever they were.

How dare they.

You were immediately taken to bed, and the next day the staff were acting differently.

Grief still washed over you, constant throughout your day like an unwanted cousin at a gathering, but that morning it came strong once more like it did the night before.

Whoever had murdered your family had tried to get to the children too - evident on wanting to wipe out your family in one go.

There were only two survivors other than yourself - your king brother’s baby son, and your second sister’s daughter who wasn’t much older. You thanked the gods that at least they’d be far too young to remember what happened today. In this respect they had a fortune you were now unable to possess.

What made you finally realize why everyone was so different around you was being told by the old Captain of the Kings guard, Pixis, what this meant for you.

“Princess,” he said, standing attentive at your side as you sat by a fire, “Your nephew is far too young to take his father’s place. The country needs someone of royal blood on the throne, now more than ever.” You stared into the fire, letting him continue talking. “I know you won't be ready, but there are people in the castle who you can trust to teach you, and to guide you.”

“You mean there are people here I cannot trust?” you said, slowly meeting his eyes.

“Possibly. We do not know who killed your family -”

“- and the guards.” Your addition made him hesitate, as if he didn’t expect their deaths to matter to you.

“Yes.” he finally said, “What we have come to know can be discussed at length another day, when you’re not mourning so.” You nodded at that, thankful for some time. “I’ll leave you now.” His hand raised to his chest, over his heart, and he bowed his head.

“The King is dead; long live the Queen.”

Pixis left without another word, and you mulled over what exactly that meant.

Your sisters weren’t to be queen, they never were. The role of monarch fell to a man - always. But there had never been a lack of male heir’s before. You supposed some people might be quite upset about having a baby as a king, while you could quite easily imagine others who’d prefer that over having you as sole ruler.

You decided, solemnly, that maybe you weren’t meant for anything more. Maybe for this you were always alone, unwanted, and forgotten. Your nephew had sixteen years before he became of age - sixteen years you’d need to rule with a strong hand and heavy heart.

But your hands were never strong, and your heart was too heavy for you to carry on your own. You were too emotional, too young and naïve. Too sheltered in the shadow of others to know what to do or how.

Your eyes caught the fire reflecting in the flash of metal on the table beside you. Scissors, meant for heavy fabric - left there by your mother. You looked down where your hands were folded neatly in your lap, unscarred and soft. They’d never done anything on their own, they’d barely felt the prick of a needle when you did embroidery.

You took the scissors and stood, turning to the mirror with a fist of your own hair in your hand, metal blades reached high.

Now, from today, you’d do things on your own.

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