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marswritesstuff · 4 months

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aot boys + writing their name on you

contains: armin arlert, eren jaeger, zeke jaeger, erwin smith, levi ackerman, jean kirstein x gn!reader

nicknames: darling (erwin), baby (jean)

warnings: reader and armin are implied to be in high school/college in armin's, reader and erwin are implied to be of drinking age in erwin's, mentions of drinking and reader getting drunk, kinda suggestive, reader's breasts are mentioned but never mentioned to be male or female

armin:

When your relationship is still private to just you and your friends, he loves talking about you to the people who know. “My partner” this and “my partner” that- he tries not to be annoying about it, but he loves that people know.

When football season rolls around, all the players are giving their spare jerseys to their partners to wear.

Armin, being the manager, doesn’t have a jersey to give you, and you two are still trying to keep your relationship on the down-low until you’re more settled.

Armin pulls you into a corner on the morning of the homecoming game and pulls a sharpie out of his pocket. He grabs your hand and smiles, before writing “ARLERT” in big bold letters across the back of your hand.

He plants a kiss on your warm cheek before slipping away to his first class.

It’s subtle enough that not many people even take notice of it, but every time you see a peek of black while you’re writing, your mind floods with images of your beaming boyfriend.

(By the end of the season, you have a varsity jacket with his name embroidered onto it. You wear it to every game.)

eren:

Eren isn’t dumb- you’re hot as fuck, and he knows other people want you. He trust you with his entire heart, but still, he doesn’t like the idea of people who don’t know about you two looking at you like that.

So, like a completely reasonable person, after hugging you good morning, he drops to his knees in front of you and slips a hand under your shirt.

While you don’t know what he’s doing at first, he looks up to you for permission when he pulls out the sharpie. When you give him a nod, he writes “JAEGER” in small blocky lettering just below your belly button, then, with a hand on your hip, turns you around to do the same on the small of your back.

You appear the same when he pulls away from you to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, but all day, whenever you lean down to grab anything or stretch your arms above your head, anyone watching can see your boyfriend’s name scrawled on you.

zeke:

Zeke isn’t jealous. He doesn’t care if other people want you, and he doesn’t need to show you off, because you’re his and his only, and you both know that. He’s yours as well.

But… good lord, if seeing his name on you doesn’t turn him on.

One night Zeke brings up the idea. At first, he’s joking, but he feels a shudder run through you from where his arm is wrapped around you, and suddenly the idea is invading his thoughts regularly.

So one night Zeke presents you with a marker and tells you his idea. After you give him permission and pull off your shirt when he asks, he takes his time kissing all over you and worshipping your chest and torso.

Eventually, you run your fingers through his hair and guide him back to the topic at hand, and he watches goosebumps rise on your stomach as he writes “ZEKE JAEGER” in his curvy letters below your breasts.

The next day, whenever Zeke’s arm is around you, his fingers run over the faked ink through your clothes, and you shudder in his arms.

It may have started as a joke, but that sharpie never leaves Zeke’s bedroom again.

erwin:

One night, before you go out drinking with all your friends, Erwin gently takes your arm at the door and grabs a sharpie off the table.

“Darling, we both know you’re a… friendly drunk. I’d simply like to have some assurance that everyone knows you are taken.”

You roll up your sleeve and allow your boyfriend to scrawl “if lost return to ERWIN SMITH” in his perfect cursive across your arm. He places a gentle kiss over the ink after he recaps the marker, and then another on your lips before he leads you out to the car.

Hange teases you about the words when you get to the bar (“wow, can’t take you anywhere, huh?”), but your heart warms when you’re stumbling back to your car with your boyfriend and he finally tugs your sleeve down after a long night.

levi:

Levi isn’t quite so civil about it. He’s not incredible at expressing his feelings, but he really loves you and does his best to make sure you know it.

The first time he sees someone blatantly flirting with you after you start dating, he cuts into the conversation and drags you away as soon as he can.

Later, in private, he pushes past his own mental barriers and tells you, “I don’t like seeing other people look at you like that. Only I’m supposed to look at you like that.”

Neither of you come up with something easily to let people know you’re taken, aside from something like cheesy t-shirts (which Levi vetoes immediately).

A few days later, Levi approaches you with a sharpie and pushes your chin up. You respond easily to his hands, and sit still as he writes “LEVI” in his sloppy lettering across your collarbone.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, running his fingers across it when he finishes.

“Baby, I love the idea, but…” your neck cranes to see the letters. “You know I can barely read that, right?”

He doesn’t quite blush, but you can tell he’s nearly there. You take his hand in yours, smiling.

“Hey. It’s perfect. It’s you, and that’s what really matters, right?”

jean:

When you, Jean, Connie, and Sasha are hanging out, Connie dares Jean to write his name on you.

It starts as a joke, funny for everyone: Jean writes “KIRSTEIN” in thick letters on your cheek, and you both giggle, while Connie and Sasha crack up and take photos.

But later that night, after Sasha and Connie leave, Jean pulls you into his lap and kisses over his name on your cheek.

“Hey baby? Do you think I could make you a Kirstein for real some day?”

You push his hair back and smile. “A bit fast for that, don’t you think, Mr. Kirstein?”

He grins back and kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and thumb over the sharpie.

“Someday,” you mumble into the kiss, and he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.

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420ruffy · 1 year

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them with a clingy s/o ,, mikasa jean connie sasha reiner annie pieck porco marcel levi hanji erwin

mikasa

she doesn’t mind at all

in fact, she finds it endearing

when you’re holding onto her she’ll always watch you with a soft content smile

jean

he loves it because it’s reassuring for him and makes him feel really loved

he would literally never deny you touching him. more like the opposite, he invites you to and just grins at you

he’s also very touchy around other people to let them know you’re his bc he’s kinda insecure. he wants to hold your hand and he often fiddles with your fingers. sometimes he’d snake his fingers into the waistband of your pants

connie

he personally doesn’t need that much physical contact but he lets you do whatever you want to him, he really doesn’t care. he just wants you to be happy

he’ll tease you about it though and laugh when you get pouty. he’ll apologize if you get too quiet or embarrassed or hurt though

but he likes it because the thought of you not getting enough of him is ego boosting and just makes him feel good

sasha

she loves physical touch so she lets you touch her whenever you want

you make her hair every morning. just her sitting on the bed all groggy and grumpy and you massaging her head a little and running your fingers through her hair to lighten up her mood until you finally tie it up into her usual ponytail

she’s always one of the last ppl still eating so when you’re done (which is a lot sooner) you cling to her and wrap your arms around her while she’s still eating.

you could be climbing up on her like she’s a tree and she wouldn’t care . so you do sometimes which always ends up with both of you on the ground

you like nuzzling into her chest and she knows it so it doesn’t matter if she’s talking to someone or there’s ppl around, she’ll let you do it if you want to. she’ll stroke your head or back while you’re doing it or just wrap her arms around you

annie

if it’s around other people or in public: she doesn’t mind you constantly having your arms wrapped around her waist or shoulders but don’t expect her to hug you back. she’d more like let it happen and just stand there while you’re doing your thing

she doesn’t wanna kiss or make out in public or when there’s other ppl near

sometimes when somebody else is flirting with her you forget about how much she hates pda and just grab her face and push your tongue into her mouth bc you’re so riled up. she let’s you do it though bc she knows you didn’t mean any harm. also bc she kinda finds it hot.. you’ll never hear her admit it though. it fact, she’ll act annoyed and roll her eyes when you’re done showing the person she’s yours

if you’re alone somewhere she’ll reciprocate your hug and hold onto you tightly while burying her head into your neck

she also initiates make out sessions more than you when you’re alone because she’s actually kinda needy herself

reiner

he’s super clingy himself so whenever you are it’s just reassurance to him

you’re basically hugging 24/7 and neither of you wants to let go. like at all.

you follow each other around like puppies

he feels so loved and content when you initiate hugs

you’re constantly touching and have your hands on each other wether it’s holding hands or letting him fiddle with your fingers or you hooking your fingers through the loops on his pants etc.

he loves it when he’s doing something and you’re, for once, not together but you somehow find him and hug him from the side. he’ll take one of his arms and put it around either your waist or your shoulder and bring his other hand up to cup your face and stroke your cheek

scenario: it’s just a normal day for you warriors with not much to do so you’re all just hanging out when you make your way over to reiner who was sitting on the couch with pieck and sit in his lap facing him with your arms around his neck and him slouching his left arm around your lower back while the other is caressing your back. “right, i’m out.” porco gets up. nothing more disturbing to him than the two of you. “have fun!” pieck sighs tiredly. zeke would just walk out without saying anything. you and reiner chuckle and hug each other tighter. reiner would bring his hands up to your face and press light kisses all over it which would eventually lead to you making out. and then just hugging again. and making out again. and hugging. you could spend hours doing nothing but kiss and hug. 2 hours would go by but none of you would want to get up. then the other warriors would march through the door talking and laughing about something thinking you and reiner would be long gone but to their surprise- “there is no way you’re still sitting here like that..” porco would look at you disgusted. “why, how long has it been?” you ask genuinely curious.

porco

he won’t let you touch him in public especially not around the other warriors or people in the military in higher positions because he thinks it makes him look weak and unprofessional

he’d always regret it immediately after though because he knows that it makes you feel neglected and annoying, but he can’t risk letting his ‘cool guy’ and ‘good warrior’ act fall.

at night when you’re alone though he won’t let go of you and tell you that he’s sorry for being such a stupid asshole sometimes

as soon as you’re alone in either yours or his room he’ll press you against the door and hug you tightly “i’m so sorry. i’m such an ass i’m sorry.” he’d mumble with tears welling up in his eyes. you had already forgotten what this was about because you know him and you know how he gets but when he pleads for you to hug him back you remember.

marcel

i hc him being possessive

so he loves it when you’re touching and hugging him, especially in public. to him it’s just showing other people that you’re his.

he especially likes it when you’re doing it in front of other guys

if you do it around the warriors he’ll just smirk and let you climb in his lap or whatever it is you wanna do

if it’s around instructors he’ll just look at them with a “sorry, they just can’t help it” look. or he’ll just kinda ignore you and act like nothings happening so the instructor will adapt to his state. he’d just stroke your arm or head while your hugging him but he won’t shift his focus away from the conversation he’s having with one of the ppl in power

he acts like he’s not touchy himself bc he knows how needy you are when in reality he’s thriving every time you initiate physical touch

he likes making out in front of other ppl and showing them that you’re his. he won’t do it for long bc he knows you get embarrassed and annoyed but he’ll shove his tongue into your mouth and make out with you for a few seconds just to annoy the ppl around him

pieck

loves it bc it’s just really comfortable and adds warmth

she especially loves it when you’re laying on top of her

you’ll often just pick her up and bury your face in her neck

you also love resting your head on her ass when she’s laying on her stomach

levi

would act annoyed when you do it in public or in front of others but he wouldn’t make you stop or send you away

he’d just stand there helpless letting you do whatever you want to him while he has his usual grumpy look on his face

in private though he is the one initiating physical touch the most because in reality he wants it even more than you. he needs it. he’s just become exceptionally well at suppressing his needs.

he’s the embodiment of a cat. grumpy in front of others but clingy when you’re alone

hange

i hc hanji using they/he pronouns so:

would not mind at all bc he’s clingy himself

blushed the first time you suddenly hugged them bc usually they’re the one doing it

made him so happy fr

he literally loves it so much, it’s so reassuring to them bc he feels like he’s annoying by being so touchy but whenever you’re clingy it just makes them happy and feels like a relief kinda

erwin ** idk i got carried away

he takes his position as commander very serious but when you’re feeling needy while he’s talking to someone, he’ll still let you hug him from the side or from behind but he wouldn’t pay much attention to you. just putting his arm around you while keeping the conversation he was having going or a gentle squeeze of your arm

in private he lets you do whatever you need to do

he’ll let you sit on his lap while he’s doing paperwork or hump his thigh if you need to. “good, baby, keep rubbing yourself on me” “you’re doing so good” “i know you’re close, come for me, sweetie” he’d coo softly while rubbing your back. it’s hard for him to let you finish because all he’d think about when you’re rubbing yourself on his thigh is his cock inside your warm pussy. he’ll have to hold back groans and the uncomfortable feeling of his pants getting tight around his crotch isn’t any less distracting. nine out of ten times he takes you on the sofa after you’re done and panting into his neck

he’s not too clingy himself. but he gets needy and whiny too. he just knows when the right time for those things is and he has no problem waiting until you’re alone.

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sugawara-levi · 1 year

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college!eren treating you like a goddamn trophy wife, always bringing you to social gatherings, putting you at the tip of his knee

his hand practically glued to your hip or the small of your back to show everyone who you belong to, should they ever forget

college!eren loving when you wear short skirts or shorts because he loves to show off your body, even though you’re totally oblivious to it,

he loves it when other people look at your figure only to quickly avert their gaze when they see his hand on your butt and his eyes boring into theirs

college!eren giving you all his attention whenever you speak because you are his baby boy/girl, if someone else was already talking - too bad for them

college!eren’s eyes lighting up whenever he looks at you, but squinting at everyone else, lest they come near you

©sugawara-levi do not copy or republish

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the-traveling-poet · 7 months

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Soft Touch

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Just another average day in the Scouts, or so you thought. When messes are created, you try your best to clean them before your Captain sees and loses his shit. Again.

Little did you know, a broken plate in the mess hall would bring you and Levi closer together.

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader (using Y/N-L/N)

Warnings: None, just slow burn fluff for our lonely Cap’n. Mild language use.

(SFW)

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A/N: First writing post, not sure how this will go over but we’re giving it a shot nonetheless (:

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Great, something else to piss him off further.

Despite the soft glow of midday sunlight filtering in through the windows of HQ lighting up the halls with soothing golden light, and the clear blue skies outside base that promised yet another warm and relaxing beautiful summer day for those in the Survey Corps to enjoy, you were worried.

Everyone had woken up that morning to an average day in the Corps. Everything was as it had always been, and always should be.

Early morning training, a quick breakfast, running errands for the higher ups, sparring practice before lunch time rolled around....Everything was peaceful since no expeditions outside the walls had been planned anytime soon, and everyone adorned a smile on their face and let lose a laugh or two.

But only when he wasn't around.

And that's what had gotten you into this current situation.

You stood before a mess on the dining hall's floor. Plates, bowls, and a couple mugs had been hazardously tossed off a table after lunch and onto the stone floor below, shattering them and scattering food everywhere. You sighed, then nealt down to begin clearing the shards of ceramics before wiping and mopping away the food stains.

Please don't come in here....Please don't come in here....

Ever since their early morning training, everyone had taken note of Captain Levi's foul mood. It seems he had woken up on the wrong side of his bed and was taking it out on the world. Curses would fly, extra work loads would be handed out as punishments for those who had slacked off to enjoy the weather or joke with their peers, and many scoffs and defeated sighs were heard leaving his mouth as he took over the sparring courses for the day.

Everyone knew on days like this, it was best to just do as he said quickly and without question or complaint, less you risk making the situation worse.

You wondered what it was this time, that had gotten him so worked up. The last you’d seen of him was at the beginning of lunch in the dinning hall. Instead of taking a seat and eating a meal with his co-captains, he stomped into the kitchen, grabbed a fresh mug of tea, and stomped back out. Most likely, you assumed, to return to his office.

Perhaps I should go check on him? Is that appropriate of a cadet?

You had cleared the ceramic shards and placed them in a small bin you retrieved from the kitchens, and set to work on the leftover scraps that now littered the table's bench and the floor below.

Just then, the large wooden doors leading into the dining hall opened, and you stiffened. The footsteps at the door paused for a second, then a tired sigh echoed the otherwise empty room from the person who entered. Immediately, you were on your feet and spun to face them, trying your best to hide the disaster behind your frame.

Captain Levi stood at the door, one hand on the brass handle he still held while the other came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His sharp eyes snapped up to your face and narrowed. You were quick to salute him.

"Captain! Can I help you?"

He took a moment to answer, his eyes wandering over the mess you were so poorly hiding with your body.

"Was this you?"

You winced and turned your eyes back to the food on the floor, feeling guilty despite this mess not being your fault.

"No, sir. But I'm taking care of it as quickly and efficiently as I can, sir."

Levi seemed to ponder a moment before signing once more. He rolled up his sleeves as he made his way over to you, eyes trained on the mess.

"Go fetch some gloves from the storage room. You'll either cut yourself on those shards, or dirty your hands in that shit." He said absentmindedly.

Now that he was closer to you, you could clearly make out the dark circles forming under his eyes, and red veins webbing across the sclera of his eyes. His hair wasn't neatly combed as it always seemed to be, and his clothes were slightly wrinkled.

He didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed; he never went to bed...

"Yes, sir," You saluted and hurried out of the room. Once you returned as quickly as you could, Levi was already near the table with another scrap bucket and white cloths covering his head to protect his hair, and over the lower section of his face to shield his nose and mouth. Shaking your head at the undeniably adorable sight, you briskly walked over to him and handed him his gloves.

"Thanks, L/N," he mumbled as he slipped them on.

"Of course, Captain," you nodded.

Suddenly, he sighed deeply once more.

"Captain this, Captain that. It's all I've heard for three straight days. Just Levi, please," he groaned.

You paused as you reached for some bread crusts to throw into the bin. You was at a loss for words and just stared blankly at him.

"Don't make me repeat myself brat, I hate repeating myself."

"Uh, yes sir! Levi, sir." You managed to stutter out a responce.

"Now, let's get this shit cleaned up before another brat decides to come in here and trip over this or make it worse." Levi grumbled as he tossed scraps into the scrap bin.

You hummed in agreement, too lost in your own thoughts to respond.

He seems a bit more approachable right now...Perhaps now would be a good time to offer him some help?

"Cap- Levi, sir?" You began slowly.

"What." He barely spared you his attention, but you could see he was listening.

"Well...I wondered if you were alright?"

His eyes snapped up to yours in an instant, a slight indent in his brow.

"What do you mean, L/N?"

"I just mean that, you seem on edge today? And I wondered if there was something wrong." You rephrased yourself quickly, fearing his reaction.

Levi thought for a moment, studying your face intently. "I'm fine, Y/N. Get back to cleaning."

Just as Levi's hand reached for a half eaten bagel on the floor, you blurted out; "You haven't slept for awhile, have you?"

The look on his face made you immediately regret you boldness.

But instead of saying anything, he just sighed and turned his gaze away.

"Can't seem to. Too much work, too many troubling thoughts."

He went to lower his facial cloth, but forgot his gloved hand had recently been picking through discarded food scraps on the floor. A dark stain was left on his cheek from where the glove had made contact with his face.

"Son of a bitch!" He ripped the cloth off his face and the glove off his hand as he let curses fly. It seems he had finally reached his limits, and his frustrations were now being taken out verbally to the food on the floor, as if it was the cause of all his pains and misfortunes. If he wasn't so down, and you didn't care for him so much, you might have laughed. But instead, you thought of something else.

Impulsively, you took your own gloves off and grabbed a handkerchief from your uniform coat pocket and reached out to wipe the stain away.

When your hand came into contact with his face, Levi flinched, and then stiffened. His mouth hung half open in surprise and his eyes widened almost comically. Taking this opportunity of silence from him, you gently wiped away the gunk before discarding the handkerchief into the scrap bin.

For a moment though, you let your now bare hand trail across his cheek and was amused to see the rising color in his face.

"Levi?" you asked softly.

"Uh-I...What?" Levi stammered, trying to compose himself. He was obviously caught off guard.

"Let me help, okay? You're not completely alone here in HQ." You smiled bashfully.

Levi was silent a moment longer, then nodded with yet another tired sigh. But this time, you could have sworn it sounded more like a quiet sigh of relief.

"I....I'd like that, Y/N. Thank you."

And for the first time, you saw Levi crack a small, brief smile of gratitude. The corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly, but his eyes showed the emotion behind his minute smile.

Perhaps you’d get to see his smiles more often now that he was allowing himself to warm up to his cadet a little more.

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pennylanewrites · 11 months

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[4:45 am]

a/n: coming back after like two years. reposts would be so helpful! do people still like aot here lol lmk. also hope i’ll stay this time :)

grapes were levi’s favourite fruit. they weren’t easy to find, so he would pop them in his mouth one by one, because it meant he could enjoy them for longer. occasionally, he would stretch over the table and offer you one, giving you a disgusted look when you licked his finger playfully. he still smiled when he thought you weren’t looking.

“what are you reading?” he asked, his voice echoing in the empty kitchen.

“hange’s new tactic for tomorrow.” you held the pages up, sighing deeply. “they’re crazy if they think we’re coming back alive after this.”

his pained expression made you feel almost guilty for stating your worry. your eyes softened and you tried to forget about the upcoming expedition with a handful of grapes.

“hey!” he gasped when you shoved them all in your mouth, leaving the bowl almost empty. the way you laughed and gestured for him to come over made him forget about it quickly.

“i’ll get you more of them, you big baby.” levi slid his chair back and walked around the table, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“promise?”

“yeah, i promise i’ll get you more grapes, levi.” you rolled your eyes.

“no, promise you’ll be safe tomorrow. things might get out of hand and if we get separated...”

i won’t be able to protect you

he wanted to say, but never could. the way his arms tightened around you and his lips fell on your cheek, let you know what he meant. you basked in the moment, caressing his rough hand with your own bandaged one.

“y/n? it’s 4 in the morning, you…” a voice broke you out of your thoughts. you felt cold all of a sudden, and looked up to see levi was gone. the chair across from you was empty, but for an all too familiar jacket hanging on the back of it.

the grapes in the bowl were covered by a thin layer of mold.

right. you never had the chance to bring them to him.

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4ttack-ur-heart · 11 months

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Not In This Life

Paring: Eren x gn! Reader

Warnings: manipulative eren, violence, spoilers for season 4.

Genre: angst

Summary: Eren confronts you, Armin, and Mikasa about how he actually feels. Is that all really true though? Maybe your confession will give you an answer.

THIS WAS A REQUEST!! I tried to save the ask as a draft and it disappeared 😭 sooo thank you anon for requesting and I’m sorry it’s not attached.

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Not like this. The tension in the room was dangerously thick. Gabi sat at the table with Armin, Mikasa, and you.

Your hands were tightly clutching your thighs as Armin spoke to her. She killed Sasha. Your roommate. Your friend.

“We won’t kill you,” Armin said, his eyes downcast.

“Why not? I know you must want to.” Gabi’s eyes were filled with a dim glow.

“Why would I want that?” He sighed. “Always with the killing. It’s all you ever think about… just like someone else I know.”

The door opened suddenly, and footsteps entered the room. It was Eren.

"Oh, look. It's the brat that killed Sasha."

The three of you gasped upon seeing him. He looked so different and you could tell the light from his eyes was gone. Now just a dull glow. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him.

“Eren..”

Eren’s hand raised to show a deep cut on his palm, blood trailing out. He sat down at the table across from everyone.

“I don’t want any trouble.” He said, his voice deep and sullen. “More conflict isn’t necessary to solve Eldia’s problems. Hange and the others are fine. We’re just relocating them.”

“Eren.” Armin started, surprising even himself almost. “We’ve all wanted to talk to you too.”

It almost seems too surreal. Your thoughts swirled through your head as you tried to listen to Armin’s words.

“…did they really convince you to join their side?”

Silence. Eren’s gaze was set on the white tablecloth. His blood oozed out of his wound and the crimson liquid stained the cloth.

“I am free, Armin.”

The words made you shudder. Mikasa and Armin both tensed next to you.

“My actions are governed by nothing but my own free will.” He continued.

“So you’re saying this was all on you?” Armin asked, his voice a bit shaky in disbelief.

“Yes-”

Mikasa shifted and cut in. “No. You’re being manipulated! The Eren we know would never involve civilians and children in war, even if they were enemies.”

“And you wouldn’t put us at risk either. You care about us more than anything.” You argued, making Eren’s gaze shift to you. His eyes were different, anything but loving. This was no longer the kid you fell in love with.

“Right?” Mikasa added, her tone becoming shakier and her eyes glossy. She stood up at the table. “You saved me from those kidnappers back at the cabin. You wrapped this scarf around me because you care!”

“I said keep your hands on the table, Mikasa.” Eren’s voice was sharp. She was startled by him and sat back down. You glanced towards Gabi next to you and her eyes were wide in dread, not looking at anything but the table.

Eren explained about his talk with Zeke and the Titans. “Armin.”

The blonde looked up at Eren.

“What made you start visiting Annie? Do you really believe it was your own free will?”

“W-what?” Armin’s eyes widened. “I don’t-”

“If memories play a major role in shaping us into who we are, then a part of you has become Bertholdt. Do you understand? An enemy within an enemy. He’s gotten in your head. You’re the one being manipulated by the enemy.”

“Hey! Why would you-?” Mikasa quickly cut in.

“You’re being controlled too.” Eren quipped. His eyes then met yours. “And so are you.”

He made your breathing quiver as you refused to believe him, you wanted to refuse. But the way his eyes held no sentiment or remorse for his words signified everything.

Eren looked back to Mikasa. “The Ackerman clan was designed perfectly to protect the King. Your instincts were dormant until I awakened it inside of you when I ordered you to fight. Your blood mistook me as the host you needed to protect.”

“No- that can’t be.” She whimpered and clenched the tablecloth in her hands.

“It can’t?” Eren’s tone had a bit of surprise in it. “Why not.”

“Because it wasn’t a mistake.”

Eren stopped her and continued clarifying her Ackerman blood background.

“No, I-” She whispered.

“In other words: slaves. You're a slave, Mikasa.”

Armin stood up abruptly and slammed his hands on the table.

“Stop! Leave her alone!” He pleaded. You glanced at Mikasa and you could see her holding back her tears. Her head was down and you quickly placed your hand on hers in consolation, she grasped tightly onto yours.

You were only half paying attention to Eren’s speech. Now, your fixation was settling your friend. Your thumb swiped over her hand in small circles. Her soft cries escaped her lips.

It wasn’t until you heard Eren say those horrible words that you stopped.

“Ever since I was a kid, Mikasa. I've always hated you.”

“Eren, how could you say that to her?” Armin yelled and climbed over the table, desperate to grab at Eren.

Mikasa shoved you off of her and quickly stood up. Her hands seized Armin and pinned him down to the table, his arm bent dangerously behind his back.

“Mikasa, let go!” You shouted and gripped her elbow.

Armin looked at her in shock and she quickly let go of him. Mikasa backed away with tears streaming down her face and gasped at what she had done.

“No, I-I was just…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before Eren cut her off.

“You see? That blood is all you are.” Eren said.

You held an arm up in front of Mikasa as Armin once again jumped onto the table and swung his fist at Eren.

Gabi stood up abruptly as the table flipped over and Eren fell back on the floor. Armin let out a yell and raised his fists again as Eren quickly stood up.

You both watched in horror as Eren punched Armin in the jaw, evading his other attempts to hit him. Eren grabbed the collar of Armin’s uniform and threw him into the wine cabinet, bottles and glasses toppling over and shattering on impact.

“Eren!” You yelled with tears in your eyes. You were about to take a step forward to break them up when Mikasa held you back.

Turning towards her with wide eyes, she shook her head, the tears still falling down her face. “No, he’ll hurt you too.”

“Jeager!” Three soldiers quickly came into the room upon hearing the commotion.

Eren stood back and watched Armin try to get back up. “I’m fine. I’ll handle this.”

“Just tell me where Zeke is.” He said.

Armin weakly raised his fists again and that’s when Eren beat him. Again and again.

“Eren, stop!” You yelled. Tears now rushed down your face as you watched Armin get beaten up mercilessly. The blonde dropped to the floor in a heap, blood trailing out of his mouth.

“Armin.” You pushed off Mikasa’s arm and quickly knelt beside Armin on the floor. Turning him over, you brushed the hair out of his eyes and used your sleeve to wipe the blood off.

Your hard stare met Eren’s eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you? How could you do this to them? After everything we’ve been through.”

“Funny… you used to follow every choice I made.” He said with the same dull voice, his eyes searching yours for the reaction he craved. “Unless those feelings of yours never went away.”

You paused, he knew?

“It was cute at first, I’ll admit, but like Mikasa, it seems like you were never your own person. Pathetic. Everything you did was to always appeal to me, wasn’t it?”

No (y/n), don’t let him manipulate you. This is what he wants.

“Every day you stood by me with hope that I would love you the way you loved me. Tell me, how does it feel knowing all that work you did was for nothing?”

You gritted your teeth as tears continued to fall.

“This isn’t about me, not about us! This is about you and we don’t want you to do something that you will regret.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly rose to your feet and glared at Eren. “Yes, you figured it out, Eren, and you’re a damn fool if you try to deny how you felt too!”

Eren’s breath hitched and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Remember all those times we snuck out after hours and talked about our future? It didn’t matter what crazy scenario we made up each time, we were always together in the end!” You yelled. “I don’t think a man who spent his youth 'hating' me would allow himself to become so vulnerable. You told me everything.”

Mikasa knelt by Armin and cradled him in her arms. You moved closer to Eren, the sudden sound of guns cocking made you tense up as the guards all trained their rifles on you.

Eren quickly held up his hand at the guards. His eyes never left yours as they lowered their weapons. Honestly, his immediate defense surprised you.

“Is this what freedom is to you?” You continued, gesturing to your two friends still kneeling on the floor. “It looks like now you’re the one who's a slave, and your master is a worthless bastard.”

Eren gritted his teeth and scowled at you. “Let’s go.” He gripped your upper arm tightly, the other guards doing the same to Mikasa and Armin. “Take the brat that killed Sasha, too. We’re going back to the place where it all started... Shiganshina.”

Gabi stumbled against the soldier's grip while Armin and Mikasa went with no struggle. Eren still hadn't moved yet, keeping you in place. You clenched your teeth in pain as Eren tightened his grip every time you twisted your arm to break free.

“Sir?” One of the guards asked from the doorway.

Eren shifted his vision away from you. “Take them. We’ll be down shortly. I have some business to take care of first.”

The guards escorted your friends away from you. Now, you were all alone. With Eren.

Silence rang between you two as his other hand gripped your other shoulder. He turned you to face him, but you kept your gaze down.

“Hmph, you spent years standing by my side, and now you can’t even look me in the eye.” Eren tutted and gripped your chin with his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. “There we go.”

You tried to break from his grip, but his hands only tightened more and you had to resist struggling when it began to hurt.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” He asked suddenly. The question seemed innocent, but his eyes told a whole other story.

“Tell you-”

“Don’t play dumb with me, (y/n). I’ll tell you right now it’s not the wisest decision.”

“Y-yeah. The day you left.” You muttered with tears in your eyes.

"I see.” His tone turned solemn.

“Eren, I love you.” You started, pausing briefly to take a shuddering breath and try to rid your tears. “W-was any of it… ever real?”

The memories, laughter, adventures... anything?

He stared at you, taken aback by your words. “You said love not loved... you still love me?”

You sniffled as the tears slipped down your cheeks, trying to avoid his gaze. “Y-yeah, I still do.” You didn’t want to. With all the actions Eren has pulled recently, you didn’t want to. But yet, you still did.

“You shouldn’t.” He commented, thumb swiping over to brush one of your stray tears.

“I don’t want to.”

“But you do.”

Silence washed over you. His eyes were piercing under the grip he still had on your chin.

“Why?” You asked. “Why this way, there wasn’t any other option?”

This time his gaze evaded yours. “No.” He released a heavy sigh and something changed in his eyes. It’s like any small ounce of compassion he held just faded. “It’ll work out in the end. This isn’t over, (y/n). You always come running back to me and I always welcome you.”

Jerk.

A sob left your lips and you managed to rip your face out of his grip. “You know what, Eren?”

Eren’s gaze stiffened when he heard the tone in your voice. “What.”

“I don’t care what you do. Whatever the hell you do, just know I’ll never stop loving you.”

“Don’t you understand?!” His hands grabbed your wrists tightly. “You can’t love me.”

“Eren, ah- you’re hurting me.”

“Don’t you get it? Things aren’t going to end the way you hope.”

“I don’t care-”

“You should!”

Your wrists were still clutched tightly in his grip, but he loosened his hold enough to let you gently cup his face.

“If it’s not in this life, then another one perhaps. I love you, Eren.”

Eren’s face scrunched up in anger, a distraught look crossing his features. “N-no, (y/n). Please, you can’t. The worst has yet to come.”

“Tell me.” You pleaded, your thumb swiping over his cheekbone. “Tell me you don’t love me. I just want to hear you say it.”

Eren stayed silent and dropped his stare. Thoughts ran through his mind.

“Tell me.” You urged.

“I…”

He couldn’t.

“It’s safer for you if I don’t.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Eren.” You scoffed.

“Fine.” His voice was hard. “I love you.”

His hand moved from your wrist to grasp your palm. “But I can’t. You’re right, maybe in another life, we can make this work.” Eren’s eyes met yours. “Just not this one.”

“Wait-”

“Everything I’m doing is to protect you!” He yelled. You blinked at him.

Protecting you? It didn’t make sense. He’s only started a war Eldia wasn’t ready to fight.

He took your hand in his and placed a light kiss on your knuckles. Your eyes softened at the sudden gesture.

A soft metal clinking was heard and before you could even register what happen, your wrist was shackled. The other cuff latching to his own.

“Let’s go.”

“Eren-”

“I told you, (y/n).” Eren looked at you with tears in his eyes. “Not in this life.”

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piichuu · 8 months

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♡ BACK HUGS - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

NOTES: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 359

AUGUST DRABBLES

the supermarket is packed with people on this rainy saturday. many are free from work and school, causing them to take their time and go grocery shopping, just like you and jean who weren’t expecting this many people in the same supermarket that is so often quiet and empty.

you two are currently standing in a long line after have picked up a few things you need for future lunches and dinners, together with some snacks and drinks.

even though there are plenty of cashiers out, the lines are still longer than usual and it takes plenty of time to move even a few steps as many have bought weekly groceries. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen this many people here before,” you mumble while leaning against jean who’s holding the basket with all the groceries you’ve gotten.

he nods in agreement and watches as the cashiers are doing their best to scan the items their customers are handing them. “it’s probably because it’s raining, they have nothing else to do,” he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he’s standing behind you.

“do you want me to hold the basket?” you ask but he shakes his head, only pulling you closer to him. “no, it’s okay. it should only take five more minutes or so until it’s our turn,” he mumbles with a smile playing at his lips.

you put your hands on his arms and relax in his warm embrace. he keeps holding you like this, even as you have to take a few steps forward as yet another person has payed for their newly bought groceries. “are you doing okay? you aren’t too overwhelmed with the amount of people?” jean asks as his lips brushes against your cheek.

“i’m fine, we’ll be out of here soon anyway,” you turn your head a little so you’re face to face with him, reflecting the small smile he’s wearing. “that’s good, it shouldn’t take too long for our turn now, darling,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss your lips.

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sinnful-darling · 5 months

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Levi fingers himself at night

cw : levi is kinda subby in this, whimpering, male masturbation. i had a thought about the 104 cadets being similar to gen z so i kinda implied that thought here. reader catches levi in the act and watches. kinda perv! reader

18+ minors dni !!

it started as a mere curiosity, slowly dipping one finger in just because he overheard a 104 cadet talking about the male g-spot being in the ass — but the orgasm levi had that night was far too mind-blowing to never experience again. it was his dirty little secret. or so he thought.

you’d overheard the man one night when you’d sought him out for a cup of tea. the two of you usually did this when you both couldn’t sleep. upon approaching his private quarters, the noises you’d heard had your heart pounding and your core pulsing.

you creak open the door to his bedroom and peer through the crack, eyes widening as you watch the captain split himself open on his fingers. you watch as he bites the fabric of his shirt, fabric wrinkled and soaked from both tears and the drool leaking from the corners of the captain’s lips. it was alluring; captain levi looked so deliciously pathetic whimpering and whining about how good it feels.

your gaze never falters as you observe the captain’s appearance. his hair was so delectably disheveled as he threw his head back and finger-fucked himself with fervor. the light sheen of sweat that glistened on the toned muscles of his stomach, the way he’d hiked his shirt up just enough to evade the ropes of his own release, and the way the precum that has been endlessly leaking from his flushed tip, teasingly dripping onto his skin — it made you so painfully desperate for him.

as you mull over the pros and cons of entering his room, feeling both disgusted and turned on by your actions, levi’s whimpers increase in volume. the squelching of levi’s fingers abusing his g-spot had your thighs rubbing together absentmindedly for some much needed friction.

“i’m goman cum, im gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum —“

your name spills from levi’s lips like a prayer as thick ropes of cum spill from his cockhead, tears streaming down his face once more as overstimulation sets in. with a smirk, you slowly open the door, the captain’s fucked out expression morphing into unconcealed embarrassment.

“so needy, are we?”

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v-dkja · 2 months

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kiss of death : eren yeager

ೃ⁀ letting someone go is always hard, and here you are, saying goodbye to the person you love so much. (AO3)

“did you know?” one of eren's hands rose to caress your cheek, admiring every curve, while his eyes admired the beauty of your face. where the sunlight hits your face perfectly, adding to its beauty.

you only give him a ‘hm’ in response to his call. you easily find comfort in his touch.

“baby, you’re so fucking perfect. i love you.” his raspy voice saying that made him even hotter. you were sure, by now he could see you blushing from your cheeks to your ears.

your desire to cover up your embarrassed face is in vain, considering the difference in strength between you is so great. “stop saying bullshit, will you?”

“i never lied about that.”

the seriousness that was clearly visible on his face made you realize one thing; he never pretended to love you. so far, people have been sure of one thing, namely that he is only pretending in his love game for you. isn't eren always like that? pretending about something and leaving it. and then he will be indifferent to the thing he has started?

“eren..” your voice calls out his name desperately. your eyes held back the tears that wanted to just come out, your body was trying to stop his touch. but your heart always says no. either he is very good at playing with other people's feelings, or maybe because you are such a fool to let him into your life.

“yes, baby?”

“i don’t wanna go.” the tears finally fell at the same time as the sound of people screaming. screams full of fear, accompanied by the groans of the titans who were ready to defeat anyone who wanted to stop them.

“i don’t want you to go,” your hand squeezed his hand tightly, trying your best to prevent him from leaving. “you promised you would come back once this was all over. but…”

“it’s dangerous, i know.” you look at him with sadness, it's like you're looking at a painting that has a heartbreaking story, he’s also look like a beautiful, tragic painting. his hair, which was now starting to grow long, almost covered his face. “i will come back.”

in an instant he kissed you, a bitter kiss that felt like goodbye even though he had poured all his feelings there. your hands easily found their way to where they should be– hugging him so that there was no distance between you.

even as the two of you were lost in that brief goodbye kiss, death was rushing towards you from time to time faster than you thought.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x y/n #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot x gn!reader #fluff headcanons #aot fluff #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons

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wing-ed-thing · 8 months

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The Tea Party (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: After exhausting days, you and Levi lock yourselves in your office for tea to wind down. But after Erwin's new beast of an assignment, people are starting to encroach on your exclusive club.

Word Count: 5k

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol, No Reader Pronouns, Section Commander Reader, Non-Binary Hange, Brisket

Notes: The first 4k wrote so smoothly until it didn't

Levi closed the door to your office, leaning his back onto the solid wood behind him. His head tilted against it with a gentle thump as he heaved a deep and steady sigh. You were already halfway across the room, struggling to tear your jacket from your shoulders. By the time you managed to free your left arm, the right cuff had snagged itself on the rolled-up sleeve of your button-up. You whipped it to the floor in frustration, and only then were you released from your garment’s grip.

You made brief eye contact with Levi, his gaze as tired and exasperated as your own. He locked your office door without even having to look. A few footsteps echoed out in the hallway. You and Levi eyed each other carefully until you heard them fade into the stairwell. Wordlessly, you made your way around your desk, tugging impatiently at the bottom left drawer to take out your kettle. Something had told you that today would be tedious, so you had convenienced yourself by filling it beforehand.

Levi plucked your jacket off the ground with a single, lazy motion, folding it properly before tossing it onto the corner of your desk. He didn’t have the energy or motivation to scold you; however, given how the week had been going, he didn’t blame you for wanting to peel your uniform off. He might have done the same if another thing had gone awry on the way to your office.

He went straight to the side cart next to your desk as you worked on heating the water. A modestly ornate teapot sat on the little four-wheeled station with a small set of teacups sitting upside down on saucers. The shelf below stored a wide selection of teas and a half-filled sugar bowl, which Levi placed on the top of the cart with the cups. The lowest shelf, which Levi had seldom paid any attention to, held your secret stash of liquors. Levi took one of the glass containers in his hands as he knelt.

“Do you even know how to use a decanter?” he grumbled. You let out a hiss somewhere above on the other side of the desk, having somehow burned yourself.

“A what?” No wonder it was empty.

Levi snorted, placing it back in favor of a full bottle.

Your hand reached down to grip a container of black tea. It wasn’t Levi’s go-to, but a mutual favorite among the small hoard of teas that had been gifted from that Military Police officer you were seeing a few months back. Levi wasn’t one to pass up trying a flight of expensive teas— especially when they weren’t his own— and with your office significantly quieter than his, the arrangement at yours was the obvious choice. Even Captain Levi needed a break sometimes.

He read the label on the round, stout bottle. Steam wafted into the air as you poured the water into the teapot. The water turned darker immediately, even before you placed the lid.

“I didn’t know there was such a proof,” Levi muttered, popping the top open to give the alcohol a smell. He recoiled, swiftly recapping the bottle.

“Oh, you know those MPs. They love any excuse for a party.”

“S’that why it didn’t work out?”

You handed Levi a teacup and saucer, balancing your own in one hand and picking the teapot up by the handle with the other. You shook your head, too tired to be amused.

“Among other things.”

You slumped down at the table for two in front of your large office window, heaving out a deep sigh. While half of your view was obscured by dull brick— and uncomfortably, another window that peered into yours from a different hallway— the other half allowed you a modestly dreamy view of Trost. You took a sip of your tea. Levi sat across from you, placing the bottle of alcohol between you at the center of the table. With a flick of his wrist, the cap fell onto the wood below.

You raised your brow at him from over the rim of your cup.

“You want to drink?”

Levi only shrugged, leaning back in his chair. He gazed out the window over the lantern lights that littered Trost.

“You look like you need it.”

You slouched down farther in your chair until the back nestled against the bend of your neck. One side of your saucer balanced against the folds of the bunched-up fabric at the front of your button-up. You let out another sigh, allowing your eyes to flutter closed.

Levi leaned an elbow on the table, cheek in his palm as he continued to stare out the window. He crossed his boots, ankles stretching over the legs of the tripod base. He sipped his tea, eyes almost as glazed over as the glass he gazed through. A vein just above his left eye began to twitch. Levi placed his cup down, letting it clink against the delicate saucer. He rubbed at his forehead with the heel of his palm, letting his head bow as his fingers ran through his greasy hair.

You sat up, struggling as the legs of your chair tilted against the hardwood floor. The inch of liquid in your cup sloshed, almost spilling over the sides. It settled as you traded it for the open bottle of alcohol at the center of the table. Levi’s slender eyes studied you from behind his ruffled bangs.

“So you did need it.”

“Shut up.”

You took a swig straight from the bottle. Levi sat hunched over, arms crossed on the wooden surface below as he watched you read the label. The liquid splashed against the glass as you swirled it. You glanced at the amber liquid, then at your teacup, and with an amused dip of your lip, you filled it—the leftover tea mixed with the alcohol, producing a lighter color. Levi’s nose crinkled at the sight.

“You degenerate.” He scowled as you took a tentative sip. Your lips pursed, pleasantly surprised. You hummed, offering him the bottle. The corner of Levi’s mouth dipped into a deeper frown, the twitch of his eye almost syncing with the twitch of his lips.

He snatched the neck from your grip, turning his attention back to the window. Levi turned it in his hand so that the opening faced toward him. The weight of it settled on the space between his thumb and pointer finger. He took his sip from the reverse grip, a series of bubbles bursting at the bottom of the bottle. Levi returned it to the table with a flick of his wrist.

“Same time next week?”

You studied the dregs at the bottom of your teacup.

“You think we’ll last a week?” A single drop of brown liquid raced around the circumference of the teacup as you tilted it. Your eyebrow raised on your forehead. Levi let out a grunt as he stood. He muttered something in agreement as he capped your expensive alcohol.

You stood in suit, shrugging two of your leather straps off your shoulders as you plopped down in the chair behind your desk. Levi collected the cup you left behind on a tray as you scooted in to thumb through the files on your desk. He tilted the doorknob down with his elbow before disappearing into the dark hallway.

You stared at the paperwork in front of you, going so far as picking up a pen to fill out a few forms before Levi came back. You hardly heard him when he did, only noticing the quiet rattle of your newly cleaned tea set as he placed it back on your cart. The amount of paperwork that you managed to finish had already formed into a significant pile to your right.

He spoke your name, placing a hand firmly on your shoulder.

“That’s enough. It’ll be waiting for you in the morning.”

You didn’t try to fight him and retired your pen for the night without complaint. Levi held up your jacket, helping you put it on before you exited your office together.

***

You woke up before the sun even rose, unfortunately. After a night of shallow sleep, you barely even remembered falling asleep or if you had fallen asleep at all. The only evidence of the hours passed was the slowly ticking clock hanging on the wall near the ceiling. You laid in bed, watching the second hand make a few laps before you finally forced yourself out of bed.

You witnessed the rest of the sunrise passively from your office, noting how the shadows of the various items on your desk moved slowly throughout the day. With the paperwork from the night before long finished, you continued with other administrative work, knowing that the mountain of files would undoubtedly keep you up for another restless night if you didn’t finish them sooner rather than later.

The door to your office opened suddenly sometime in the early afternoon. Levi shut it swiftly and firmly behind him, letting out a deep huff as he locked it. His hand gripped a cotton handle cover tightly, turning red from the tension and the kettle that steamed below. You hardly looked up from your work, sparing only a single glimpse before clearing away a bit of the chaos in front of you.

“You come here to hide again? I thought you said we’d pick up next week.”

“If I hear ‘Captain Levi’ again, even once for the rest of the day, I’m going to lose it.” He stormed forward, making a beeline straight for your tea cart. You reached down into your desk drawers to pluck out a trivet, throwing it forward to the edge of your workspace for Levi to place his kettle. It smacked down with a metallic slam before he knelt to rifle through your tea selection. “I swear, those brats don’t understand the meaning of a closed door.”

You glanced from the top of his head to your own door.

“Clearly,” you mused with a roll of your eyes. Levi peered up at you with a deep grimace.

“Don’t you get smart with me.” He stood, a new tea in his palm, as he took to aggressively making a pot. “You don’t get bothered every minute of every goddamn day.”

“It just means the soldiers look up to you. You’re the one with the special unit, after all,” you noted, an almost mischievous glint in your eyes. Levi’s unspoken annoyance seeped into the atmosphere in waves. You eyed the new tin, tilting your head to read the label. “That’s a new one. I didn’t think you’d like the lavender.”

“Do you want some or not?” Levi frowned despite already pouring a cup for you. You set down your pen— it had already left a sizeable ink spot on your paper— to accept it from him. Levi took his cup to the table by the window, settling in the same seat from the previous night.

You let him huff to himself, happy to have a nice beverage to sip on while you finished your continued to work. He’d calm himself down, given the quietness.

At least, so you thought.

A blunt banging sounded somewhere down the hallway, a few muffled calls echoing through the door. You could hardly make out the words, although Levi seemed to have a better idea than you did.

“Tsk, you hear them down there?” His shoulders bopped with his scoff. He took another sip of his tea. “They come to me for everything.”

“What if it’s important?” you asked absentmindedly, adding an extra loop to your signature on a routine approval form. You played with a stray strand of hair at the back of your neck.

“It never is.”

Apparently, it was this time.

A heavy knock sounded at your door, your name resounding from the other side, the same as Levi’s had. Levi frowned, face otherwise unintelligible as you crossed the room to answer. You clicked the lock, opening the entrance only a partial way to face the cadet in the hallway.

“Very sorry to interrupt,” the cadet saluted, “These came from Commander Erwin. He said you’d know what they were.” She offered you a fat stack of bound papers from the crux of her left arm. You bid a quick thanks before sending the cadet on her way.

You pushed the door shut with your foot, turning slowly to where Levi sat. The five-inch stack of paper slumped limply between your two hands as you offered Levi a vast, blank stare.

“What are the chances that there’s one of these waiting for you in your mailbox right now?”

Levi’s shoulders visibly dropped along with his expression.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

***

If you had to give Erwin credit for one thing, it was his organizational skill.

The thick set of files gifted to you was separated into neat, hand-labeled sections. Hell, they were color-coded, making for clear goalposts for you to aim to finish. The entire thing was laid out like a workbook, sandwiching meeting minutes with verification forms, certificates, and other items that required signatures.

Levi appeared back at your office within minutes of you receiving yours, and sure enough, he held an amount of papers double the size of the file you had received, the paper creasing in his punishing grip.

“So you got one too,” you sighed, arms coiled over your chest.

“I can’t say I was happy about the work, but this—” You scooped up his abandoned teacup just in time as he slammed half the paperwork against your little table. The papers fanned out, revealing scattered, upside-down documents. Levi gestured curtly, one hand shoved into his pocket as he shifted his weight. —“I want that brat cadet’s name because she left mine spilling out all over the floor. The thing didn’t even fit into my mailbox. Hange’s the same, though not as bad as mine.”

He slammed the second half— apparently Hange’s— onto his chair. An apparent quarter of the documents at the bottom had been visibly shuffled. Dividers stuck out among both piles, marking sections that used to have been painstakingly organized by Erwin.

Levi plucked a note from the middle of the pile.

“As discussed in our last meeting, please have these done by the end of next week,” Levi read aloud. “Thank you for all of your hard work. Signed, Commander Erwin Smith. Like we didn’t know… Pretentious bastard.”

You tilted your head back to stare at the ceiling, allowing yourself to wallow for only a few seconds before you turned to grab your copy of the files from your desk. Levi grumbled about a few more things that you just about tuned out. Something about an encyclopedia. You returned with your copy, disregarding Levi’s presence completely as you strode past him to your chair on the opposite side of the table. Levi’s claimed chair still sat full of Hange’s paperwork.

You took a section of Levi’s files that appeared to have stayed together, taking note of the section and headings as you thumbed through the organized version on your lap. Levi stood over you, foot tapping against your area rug with crossed arms.

“So?” he prompted, neck craning. You glanced between the section in your hand and your version before turning a page on both.

“It looks like it’s all in the same order,” you pronounced, focusing more on the pages than talking. “A few documents that have my name on them, but they seem to be a different color. Mine are organized by section, but I’m sure we can figure out where they go if we collect all the ones that are specific to you and Hange.” You placed Levi’s portion back on the table, holding your own bound file up like a book.

“See—” You tapped the page where Erwin had taped the same note he left for Levi. —“Erwin even left a smiley face on mine.” Levi huffed, snatching it before crinkling it and disposing of it.

“Did you happen to see Miche?” You asked with a slight frown, but you decided to disregard Levi’s disposal of your smiley face. He shook his head.

“No, he didn’t have one in his box. Must’ve left as soon as he got it… I don’t blame him.” He took the scattered pile from the table into his hands, corralling them as best he could into an organized stack. He leveled them against the surface of the table.

“And Hange isn’t getting back for a few days,” you said. Levi hummed affirmatively as you flipped through your work, gauging the content. “You know… I feel like we can bang the whole thing out in a few nights if we take a couple of sections at a time.”

Levi blinked at you. His lip pursed as if he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet. He turned his attention to the window with a sigh and shake his head.

“I’m getting shit sleep anyway. Whatever.”

***

Miche left his bundle on his desk, hoping it would be less daunting in the morning. Instead, when he came into the office, he could have sworn that the pile of paperwork had grown. It stared at him from the corner of his desk for the better part of the morning before he gave in and began working on it just over an hour before lunch. And now, it was almost three hours past standard work time, and Miche had hardly made a dent.

He took the collection of finished documents in his hand, skimming through the front and back of each. The ensemble had felt like more when Miche was filling everything out. But now, as he took in the indentations of his pen and the thickness of the stack, he couldn’t help but heave a steady breath.

Miche glanced at his watch, debating whether he wanted to turn in and take a break from his administrative burnout, when he smelled a pleasant scent in the air. He looked around his office, staring off speculatively at the ceiling before rising out of his chair. The light from his desk lamp illuminated the space in front of his office as he ventured out into the hallway, and it only took him a few steps until he was at your door.

Miche wondered if you also happened to stay late, and if you did, he assumed you were struggling just as much with Erwin’s latest assignment. He took another inhale, now confident that this was where the smell was coming from. Muffled voices spoke on the other side, too quietly to hear. Light illuminated from underneath your office’s entrance. Miche knocked, and the room went silent for a moment before he heard,

“Come in.”

Miche saw Levi first as he sat, ankles crossed at a table across from you. Upon further inspection, the table appeared to have had two leaves added to it, elongating it awkwardly into the center of your office. You turned in your own chair, elbow resting against the chair’s back as you offered Miche a wave, seemingly surprised to see him. The extended table held a smattering of paperwork, a teapot, two teacups, and two plates of half-finished dinner sat adjacent to you and Levi, respectively. The rest of the delicious-smelling dinner that led Miche here sat in covered containers on the wide windowsill.

“You got it, too, huh?” Levi presumed. Miche nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. He eyed the papers, but they were too unorganized to gleam any meaningful information about your progress.

“How far are you?” Miche asked skeptically with a slight squint of his eyes. The inch-and-a-half-thick pile you held up nearly made him gawk. “You’re kidding.” You offered him a sympathetic expression, gesturing him in.

“You want to join us? We still have some dinner.”

Miche considered your offer, reaching up as he gripped the lip of the door. He swayed it between his fingers as he thought, his chin jerking downwards as he considered the question he was going to ask.

“We can work on it together?” he questioned, voice almost comically low and soft. Miche’s brows wrinkled, the slightest bit of tension on his forehead. Levi rolled his eyes as his teacup hovered halfway to his lips.

“What is this? A school?” he scoffed.

“Levi’s copy got all messed up, so we’ve been working on it together. Same with Hange. Well, they’re not back yet, but theirs got messed up too.” You yawned. “You can join us if you want, but no pressure. Levi makes a great cup of tea, though.”

“You’re volunteering me now, huh?”

Miche glanced back at the leftovers on the windowsill and inhaled the sweet aroma of your tea. He gave the door two quick taps, flicking his index finger before wordlessly turning on his heel.

“I’ll be right back.”

***

You decided to call it quits at some ungodly hour of the night. Miche pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging the area around his inner eyes as he fought off exhaustion. Neither you nor Levi appeared remotely as tired as you buzzed around the office, putting back the various cups, pens, and other accouterments you used during your group work session. The two of you looked exhausted, Miche decided, but not tired— if there was such an appearance.

He stood, finally clearing the last of his papers off the table with a yawn.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked for yet another time. You shook your head.

“No, we’re almost wrapped up here. Thanks, Miche.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, bidding the two of you a good night as he entered the dark hall. Miche could still see the light of your office on by the time he exited Headquarters.

***

Miche was apparently a very talented home cook, and Hange had evidently returned a half day early. You learned both things in approximately the same moment, having just tasted your first spoonful of Miche’s homemade risotto when Hange burst through your door.

“You guys have food?” they cried before Levi sent them off to grab one of those shitty little plates from the floor kitchenette— his words.

Hange had apparently always been one to stick around Headquarters late, passing up the stairs and down the tiny hallway that faced directly into your office. And not one to be left out, Hange had seemingly forgotten all about their latest Titan-related project to practically knock down your door. Levi made a fourth cup of tea.

That was how Erwin, incidentally, found all of you together.

Almost a week had passed since he sent out the files to all the section commanders, and while Erwin intended on following up with all four of you before your next meeting, the task had inadvertently slipped his mind. Before he realized, it had already become the end of the day, with the joint gathering looming early on the next day’s schedule.

Already significantly past business hours, Erwin doubted that you would all still be in the office. At the very least, he could probably catch Hange, he decided as he made his way down the stairwell. The entire headquarters experienced a move a few months back, and while all the section commanders got their own offices adjacent to each other, Erwin’s had been moved two floors up.

He heard Hange’s voice before he even opened the door to the landing. It echoed throughout the empty hallway as Erwin walked past the locked doors of each section commander’s office before stopping at yours at the end of the block. Hange’s voice grew clearer. Erwin knocked firmly at your door, satisfied at the prospect of being able to check in on you and Hange at the same time. He heard an audible hum from the other side.

“Who could that be?” he heard Hange ask before you called for him to come in.

An immense, savory scent of cooking meat blasted him as he entered, and much to his surprise, all four of his section commanders were present in your office. At the very least, he had expected Levi and Miche to have already left.

He spotted Hange first, who sat with a cup of tea behind your desk among the pile of paperwork he assigned. Erwin recognized it, even as it was scattered into sections. However, the deconstructed pile didn’t hold his attention as much as the large crockpot at the edge of the desk did.

Miche held the lid with one hand. A pair of tongs was gripped in the other as a pulled meat of some sort steamed from between the claws. He held a bottle of scotch under one arm.

You and Levi sat at the table at the side of the room set for dinner and topped off with your delicate tea set.

Erwin glanced between the four of you, fighting off the goofy smile that threatened to form on his lips. He shook his head, clearing his throat as his arms coiled across his chest as he tapped his foot.

“So,” he started, unable to help the amusement that laced his voice, “What’s going on here?” Erwin watched as you turned to eye each other, hoping that one of you had an adequate response.

“Well, uh,” you began, glancing around the room. You gestured to Miche. “Miche made a brisket and potatoes.”

“And the champagne?” Erwin gestured with his thick brows to the ice bucket at the center of your coffee table. What used to be a sitting area for guests had been moved aside to accommodate your extended table. Three full stacks of papers sat neatly adjacent to your celebratory wine.

“We finally finished the beast you surprised us with— thanks for that, by the way. Well, expect Four-Eyes over there.” Levi spat in his usual charm, ushering plates to Miche to load with food and back to the table.

“I’m almost… done.” Hange stood, making a lazy attempt at snatching a filled plate from Levi’s hands. He pivoted, holding it out of their reach.

“No dinner until it’s finished.” He smacked their intruding hand, walking a few steps to the table to place the plate in front of you. You caught him by the sleeve, giving him a gentle tug.

“Hange deserves dinner, too.” You leaned forward, fully turning away from the door as you caught Hange’s eye. “You only have, like, another section, right?” They nodded, and Levi reluctantly gave Miche a fourth plate to fill with food.

“You finished already?” Erwin asked in surprise, already across your area rug to take in the three piles on your coffee table. He thumbed through them; sure enough, they were all filled out and accounted for.

“Yeah, with no help from that idiot you sent,” Levi said, finally settling down in his chair across from you. Miche shrugged, gathering the last portion of food in the crock pot.

“I finished yesterday.” By the time Erwin turned around, you, Levi, and Hange were already seated. Miche motioned with his tongs. “Did you… want any?” Hange held up the container of mashed potatoes victoriously, waving it in the air.

Another plate disappeared from the floor’s kitchenette.

***

“So much for quiet time,” Levi muttered, scrubbing at the last of the dishes in the kitchenette sink. You let out a light laugh, fatigue making you lost in the glass you were drying.

“I thought dinner was nice.”

“You know what I mean.”

You didn’t answer, listening to the sink run. A single light above you flickered dully above as you stood in silence. You sat on the counter behind him, staring off into the hallway window. You didn’t turn even as you heard Levi shut the water off. He tugged the hand towel out of your grip before hanging it on a nearby handle. The glass you were drying was taken too, and placed on the surface next to you.

“Don’t sit on the counter, it’s disgusting.” He offered his hand as he frowned up at you. You took it, sliding to the floor. Levi hit the light as you left the kitchenette together. “We’re going to have to find somewhere else soon.” You hummed in thought.

“With Erwin’s assignment done, I doubt the late nights will be a regular thing for everyone.” Levi scoffed, holding open the door to the stairwell. “My office should be fine sooner or later.”

“If we ever get that much all at once again—”

“I know you’ll give him an earful tomorrow.” Your voice reverberated in tandem with your footsteps. The moon shone clearly in the sky, illuminating your way as you traveled down. You saw it clearly when you finally made it into the outside courtyard. “We could always use your office.”

“Like hell.”

“Or—” You stopped, turning to face him. –“We can go somewhere that’s not Headquarters?” Levi glanced briefly over the cobblestone streets, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Somewhere that’s not Trost.”

You nodded, looping your arm through his, tugging him along as you continued to walk.

“Sounds good to me.”

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Notes: I always write the Survey Corps as doing a lot of paperwork, partially because I see them as needing to cut through bureaucratic BS and also because I like giving them mundane things to do. I'd like to think that half of the leadership duty in between kicking ass is just... administrative haha

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