#may8344

[starstruckkittensweets]

Hello! I would just like to say, I am a big fan of your A Wolf with Wings. In fact, it inspired me to write as well. Just out of curiosity, how do you come up with the ideas that are not in the story line--such as the north expedition--and write it so professionally? It almost seems as if they were truly part of the story! Those types of ideas are probably the ones I struggle most with.

Hi there! I’m so happy you’re a fan of my story! ❤️ I’m honored you’re asking me for advice - I’m not the best at giving it, but I’ll try my best! 😅

To be honest, I was really nervous about writing that northern expedition arc in the story! I kept second-guessing myself and wondering whether or not it actually fit into the story and made sense on its own. Honestly, this is the first story of mine that doesn’t follow the source material word for word (except when it comes to the OVAs and episodes later on). There’s a lot of empty space in that five-year gap in the series that I had to fill in. When I first started it, I made a list of different events that I wanted to include somewhere in my story, and the expedition in the snow was one of the first ones I wrote down. I knew where it started and how it would end, but everything in between (the prisoner attack, Skoll Castle, the touchy-feely moments between Levi and Mia, etc.) came in afterwards. Some of it was planned out, and some of it just came to me as I was writing it. 

So I guess the best advice I can give you is to keep writing, and have fun with it! If you have an idea that you want to incorporate into your story, go for it! No matter what you think of it, even if you think it doesn’t fit in the story, people will definitely read it! Don’t be afraid to take risks and explore what works for you! For instance, I have to plan my story to a certain extent, but if it gets too detailed, I start to lose interest. I also like coming up with things in the spur of the moment to keep it fresh - who knows, during those moments you might learn something about the characters or plot you didn’t already know before! But again, it’s really about what works for you and what you’re comfortable with. 

I wouldn’t worry too much about the whole “writing professionally” prospect; honestly, I’m one of the most unprofessional people I know! 😅 The most important thing is that you have fun with it and are satisfied with the final product! After all, that’s why we write in the first place, right? 

I hope this was helpful! Giving advice really isn’t my forte to begin with, unfortunately! But keep writing and have fun! I can’t wait to see what you come up with! 😊 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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[puredivinity]

a feeling of unworthiness | eren jaeger

warnings: none. just angst, eren feels a little unworthy.

word count: 300+

“and i will love you anyway,

even if you don’t feel worthy.”

“You can do better than me,” Eren murmurs, face nuzzled in your neck and arms holding you tightly as if you’d slip right away from him and disappear into thin air. His grip is secure; you’re pressed tightly against his front, arms draped over his shoulders.

His words hang heavily in the air, weighing heavily on the both of you. At first, you don’t even completely register what he said. It’s such a contrast to the Eren you’re used to, and, by the way he said them, you can tell he’s been feeling that way for a while, thinking that way for a while.

You pull back from him, shifting backward on the bed the two of you shared to look him in the eyes. Your hands reach up to brush a careful hand on the back of his neck. “Look at me,” your voice is so low it’s almost a whisper, softly urging Eren to look at you, “please.”

He’s reluctant to look up, unwilling to see the look of disappointment that he’s expecting from you. He regretted those words the second they left his lips, and now he has to look you in the face after saying such a thing. What will you think of him now? Will you—

You let your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs running over the apples of his cheeks, and wiping away the streaks of tears running down them. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit the inside of his lip. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been crying until you wiped them for him, placing soft kisses upon a tear-stricken face.

“I love you.” You whispered to him, staring at him with absolutely nothing but love and adoration in your gaze. “I love you, Eren,” he winced at the crack in your voice, “you hear that? I love you.”

Each word was emphasized with another kiss, each in all different places. His eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, and finally, his lips. Each one to reassure him that you loved him.

Regardless of his flaws.

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[ackermans-freedom-inc]

HI EVERYONE

I have been meaning to ask - I have seen taglists going around and was wondering if I should make one, I have my NSFW fics and am always a little hesitant tagging people in those, but let me know if you want to be tagged! I AM ALSO BAD AT KEEPING TRACK SO I WILL REFER TO THIS POST FOR TAGGING

I am thinking: 

the works tag: ‘add me in everything bich sign me tf up’ vibes 

@puredivinity

@anlian-aishang

@alrightberries

@raabzyjan 

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface

@horseanon--simpforall

@commanderserwin

@daenerysdracarys

@ladyofpandemonium

@hiqhkey

@messymanifestation

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@annexerca

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@flamingblinglove

@hexbestfriend

@misslovingpearl

@dukina

@notgoodforlife

@nessyackerman

@watyousayin

@levisjinchuriki

@lamees004

general tag: will tag you in all the SFW fics, so multi-chaptered, regular request fics, random one off fics, everything but the dedicated NSFW (sometimes regular fics will hint at it tho so I hope thats ok)

@may8344

@blankensee

@miekasa

@hidehaskak

@sleepylevii

@mantwftr

@namischild

@depressedbiseuxal

@plutowrites

@nikelovescoffee

let me know via reply or dm or inbox or whatever and I will add you to this post!!! 

#suz talks #I LOVE BEING TAGGED IN THINGS #but im bad at keeping track so I think ill consolidate all the people who wanted to be tagged in things here! #thank you all for indulging me #and also for wanting to be tagged in the first place???? #like a notification that I posted smth??? #r u kidding #im so honoured #OK THATS ALL FROM ME #lunch time and then back to studying now that I got #that Levi thirst out of my head #LOVE THAT MAN #GAWD #taglist

[starstruckkittensweets]

Hi, honey! I hope you've been having a good couple of days/weeks recently! I just want to let you know that I really appreciate your writtings a lot! Since Kinktober ended, I've been kind of sad I couldn't read something you've written every day/every other day, haha. I can't wait to see AWWW's next chapter come out, or even read some of your upcoming prompt requests (I think that's what it's called?) Love you lots ❤ ❤ ❤

Hello my love! I’ve been okay, thanks for checking up on me! I hope you’ve been doing well too! You’re making me blush! 🥰

It feels weird not posting something every other day! Hopefully now that things have calmed down a bit I can start getting back on a semi-regular schedule! This year has been so crazy for me unfortunately, ever since school started up again I haven’t had the time to sit down and write like I used to. Hopefully I’ll be able to start it up again in the next couple of weeks! 

And thank you for all your sweet words! They really mean a lot to me! I love you lots, as well! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#star answers #may8344

[starstruckkittensweets]

Just for fun, I have a question. If you were either transported or say you lived in the Attack on Titan world, which regiment would you really choose? As much as I'd personally want to join the Scouts, I'm defiantly not cut out for it- physically or mentally. I probably wouldn't join the MP either because they seem like snobby assholes soilders. So I'd probably join the Garrison. I am curious about which you'd choose

Ooh, I had to think about this for a bit before answering! Right off the top of my head, I would have to say the Scouts - but I think I’m a little biased in saying that, since they’re my favorite branch of the military. I guess it would really depend on what happens to me in that world once I was transported. If someone I loved was killed by the Titans, I would probably take the route Eren took and swear revenge on them. But in the field, I would probably freeze on the spot like Hannes and Armin did when they first saw a Titan. 

The Military Police is definitely out of the question, since they don’t really seem to do anything other than slack off and shove their responsibilities onto others. Annie was probably the only one who ever did any work in the regiment; whenever I watch the Lost Girls OVA with her, I’m always amazed that she found Carly within a day when the rest of the MPs couldn’t even be bothered to look into her case. 

I like a lot of the soldiers in the Garrison (Hannes, Anka, and Rico being the ones that immediately come to mind). Pyxis seems like a lot of fun to be around, despite his alcohol problems, but his friendship with Anka is borderline adorable (I don’t really ship them, I just love their interactions). But the Garrison seems a little too laid-back for my liking. I have to be doing something constantly or else I’ll go crazy. 

In the end, I have to go with the Scouts. And not because I get to look at Levi all day. To me, they’re the only branch that actually seems concerned with serving humanity to the best of their abilities. And none of the soldiers are corrupt, which is a huge plus. Even with their less-than-sterling reputation with the rest of the citizens (even before the series starts), I would have to choose the Scouts! Thanks for the ask! 😊

#star answers #may8344

[starstruckkittensweets]

Happy birthday, love! I hope you have a great one!!!

Thank you so much, my dear! 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

#star answers #may8344

[starstruckkittensweets]

Hello! This question is a little more leaning towards AWWW. You may have been asked this already, but I'm just curious: where did you get the inspiration to write? And how did you plan out Mia, or even any of the characters you created? Was it off someone you knew, or your own creative mind? I truly am inspired by your work, so I'm curious of it too!

Ooh, no one’s ever asked me that before! Thank you for asking, love! Hopefully I won’t get too carried away with this answer! 😅 This answer will also include very slight spoilers for AWWW, but nothing too major! Just a bit of background for Mia’s family. 

Also, since this answer is pretty long, I’m going to put it under a cut! 

I’ve loved AoT since I was 15 years old, all the way back in 2015 when it was just starting to get popular. But I didn’t think about writing for it until maybe 2018, when Season 3 came out. I had a lot of ideas, but I didn’t know which one of them to pursue. I knew I wanted to write a romance, but I was torn between three guys: Eren, Jean, and Levi. It’s hard to believe now, but Levi wasn’t my first AoT crush! It was originally Eren, but when Season 2 came around, I started appreciating Jean a lot more. I’ve always kinda liked Levi, but I couldn’t really call myself a fangirl of his. He was just a little bit overrated to me in Season 1, and he wasn’t in Season 2 a whole lot so I didn’t have a chance to learn about him more. (This was before I started reading the manga, as well.)

And then Season 3 came, and... Well, the rest was history! I’ve latched onto Levi and I haven’t looked back since! 

I started reading AoT-centered fanfic soon after that, most of them Levi/Reader. Back then, I didn’t feel as comfortable writing reader inserts, so I decided to stick with my own original characters. But I was absolutely terrified of writing a Levi/OC story. Levi was one of the hardest characters I would ever have to write for! I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to pull it off and do him (or the story) the justice they both deserved. 

Not only that, but there was the main issue of my OC, as well. I have created my fair share of Mary-Sues in the past, and I didn’t want her to crumble into one of those. I wanted this character to have a life outside of her romantic pairing, to have her own goals and flaws, and to stand on her own two feet without the canon characters constantly holding her up. So I sat down and began planning her out. 

Even before she had a name, I knew I wanted her to be a strong soldier - perhaps almost as strong as Levi himself. But apart from the Ackerman clans, there were no other families with that kind of reputation in the original story. I realized shortly after that I would have to make up my own bloodline. 

Usually, for my OCs in the past, especially when I was just starting to get used to fanfic, I would either have my OCs be related to another canon character, or I would swap my OC in the place of a canon character. I don’t recommend either of these tropes, since they’re easy traps to fall into. I used to do just this (sometimes with the same character) and simply call it a day. But I didn’t want to do that this time. I wanted to put effort into this OC, to give her a personality and have her stick in my mind for years to come. 

In my opinion, I was able to get a bit of practice in with character building. In the year 2017, I was working on a TMNT 2012 fanfic (which will never see the light of day, unfortunately). While I didn’t get as far into it as I planned, I was definitely able to explore with building original characters. My OC from that story had a family of her own, but a backstory that tied in with the rest of the main characters. I used her design as a guideline for my AoT story, and thus, Mia Wolf was born. 

As I kept writing, I realized that character building and world building is actually a lot of fun! You don’t have any limits to keep you from adding what you want and shifting things to where you need them to be. Before I knew it, I had at least seven generations of Wolf family members, as well as a few of their ancestors from the year 370! I mapped out where they used to live and why they ended up in Shiganshina in the first place. 

I also drew inspiration from different shows and series, as well - most notably Game of Thrones. I’m a huge fan of the whole “wolves in the north” concept (look up “the Starks of Winterfell,” if you’re unfamiliar with the series!), so I wanted to incorporate that into my own story. As a result, I had the Wolf family originate from Fuerth, the furthest northern district of Wall Maria, who were forced to flee south to escape persecution, much like the Ackerman and Asian clans in the story. I don’t want to give too much away, but that’s basically the gist of it! Another element that played a large role in my planning of this story was my own German heritage. I’ve always felt a sense of pride knowing that AoT takes place in the ruins of Germany, since that’s where my family came from. Growing up in the US, I wasn’t as invested in German culture as I would have liked to been. I just have bits and pieces from the stories my grandparents used to tell me to go on, as well as extensive research to make sure I get the culture right. I’ve also drawn on The Sound of Music - a personal favorite in my large German family! - and the concept of edelweiss flowers. Making these little connections (which will become more prominent in the story later on, I promise) made me feel a little bit closer to my family and their home country, as weird as it may sound. 

Mia wasn’t really created with anyone specific in mind. In a way, she reminds me of my younger self, when I was hotheaded and reluctant to see the bigger picture, especially when I was upset. These little elements helped me keep her character consistent, and they also gave me a few flaws that could really pose a challenge to her if she wasn’t careful. That was also one of my biggest difficulties as a writer in my early stories: I couldn’t write characters with realistic flaws. I wanted to flesh out Mia’s character as much as I could, so I just kept reiterating what I knew about her so far, just to see if there was anything else I could add or fix to her. I needed her to have her own strengths and weaknesses, just so she wouldn’t fall back into that Mary-Sue trap. 

When I was designing Mia and her siblings, I modeled them after the other famous trios of the story: Eren/Mikasa/Armin and Levi/Isabel/Furlan. Leyna relates to Mikasa and Levi the most, while Ben relates to Armin and Furlan. Of course, Mia relates to both Eren and Isabel, being the free-spirited (albeit reckless) wild child that she is. I kept these parallels in mind while writing out the basic storyline for AWWW, and in fact, many scenes in the story reference famous scenes in the anime/manga. Here are a few that come to mind instantly: 

Mia watching her brother die, similar to Eren watching his mother die. Also, they’re both carried off by people who feel responsible for them (Levi and Hannes), whom they resent but later grow to forgive. 

Mia sitting at the top of Wall Rose, waiting for Levi to come back, much like Mikasa sitting at the top of the Wall in Season 2, wanting to find Eren after he was kidnapped. (I also like having parallels between Mia and Mikasa, but I don’t want to get into them too much! I can’t spoil everything! 😉)

Mia holding Levi after she learns he’s alive, just like Mikasa did with Eren when he emerged from his Titan form. 

As for the other original characters, like Lina, Blaise, Sara, Jax, and the others, it really depends! Some of them, like Blaise and Sara, were characters I had planned from the start, just to give Leyna and Ben a few friends. Other characters like Lina and Anna, for instance, were originally going to be one-time OCs, but I kept them in my head and thought of new ways to incorporate them into the story. Thus, Lina’s occupation as a medic and Anna’s pregnancy arc were created and included in the story. 

Truthfully, inspiration comes in many forms for me! It depends on a lot of little things throughout my life: what kind of mood I’m in, my interactions with my family, how strong my obsession with AoT was, etc. All of these impacted my writing in some way. Hell, even when I was writing scenes between Mia and her horse Edel, I had to draw on my own relationship with the animals I know. If I was stressed out because of something my dog did, or I had a bad day at the barn where I’m currently taking riding lessons, that would rub off onto my writing, and I couldn’t get into Mia’s mindset whenever she was talking about Edel. I know it’s a little unfair, but I was taking my frustration out on the poor guy! I had to let myself relax in order to write him fairly again. And this goes with some of my other characters too, depending on the mood! 

Sometimes when I’m feeling sluggish, I’ll usually rewatch AoT just to remind myself why I started writing this story in the first place. I find the episodes from Season 3 help me the most, since those are the ones I’m most excited to write! Reading additional fanfics from other authors also help me with inspiration; sometimes it’s good to read a certain story or scenario to see how the author handles a situation, and then you can think about how to handle it in your own way. I think of it as a guideline almost, but in the loosest terms I can possibly imagine. 

I hope this helps! I’m always excited to answer questions about AWWW, but I tend to ramble a lot (as seen above)! I’m so happy you’re inspired by my work - that’s one of the best things a writer can ever hope to hear! Thank you so much for being dedicated to my story, it really means the world to me! ❤️❤️❤️

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[starstruckkittensweets]

Sorry I'm a little late- but great job on graduating!! ❤

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Hi, May! Don’t worry, you’re not late at all! Thank you so much, my dear! 🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[puredivinity]

touch | levi ackerman

it is also quite short, i just really like doing these right now and i’m in the love mood. it is also not proofread.

kinda suggestive themes. nothing graphic so i’m not labeling this as nsfw, but they are indeed having sex.

word count: 300+

“i’ll love you forever and ever,

until the river runs dry.”

It is the softness of your touch that sets his heart ablaze.

The way you take your time with him, the way you leave a feather light trail in your wake. It consumes him, pulling him into a soft embrace that felt like heaven. He swore it was heaven at some point, because anywhere with you is heaven.

And he’d stand by that.

It is the carefulness of your touch that brings him things he’d never felt before.

Your lips trailing over his skin, from his collarbone to his jaw, hands carefully and slowly roaming his body. Sliding up the flesh of his thighs, brushing past his sides, and crossing the expanse of his chest. Soft, careful, tender, as if he were a delicate flower blooming in the midst of spring. Tugging the soft flesh of his earlobe between your teeth, not hard enough to bite, but just enough to make his breath hitch in his throat, and he’d never done that before.

It is the way your touch is so addicting that it leaves him wanting more.

Planting kisses all over him — his face, his lips, his neck, his chest; all over his body. Levi had never been so enraptured by something before — something so soft, so light, so precious and sweet. It sent waves of goosebumps over him, a foreign feeling blooming in the depths of his belly. The feeling of your touch on his bare skin is priceless.

And when you kiss him, it sweeps him right off his feet.

It is the safety of your touch that brings him peace.

When you touch him, he melts into it. When you hold him close, cup his face so beautifully, staring into those eyes of his - it brings him home. It is the utmost feeling of safety anything, or anyone could ever bring. It is in that moment that you see him for who he is, having peeled back all the layers to see a diamond in its purest form.

And it is then, that your touch makes him come undone.

tagging: @levilaughlove69, @may8344, @proseofpandemonium, @starstruckkittensweets, @rainteslerrrr, @alrightberries, @redhairedace, @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface, @jaegerbrat, @asterroidd, @imonmylastthreadofsanity, @hexbestfriend, @levisbrat25, @purplecandygerl, @messymanifestation

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[puredivinity]

solid foundation | reiner braun

another set of soft loving, but reiner braun edition. hope you enjoy :)))

warnings: it is a little angsty, prepare for that.

word count: 500

“and you can stay,

you can stay, you can stay, you can stay.”

Reiner’s never had a solid foundation.

Not once in his nineteen years of life, has he ever known anything or anyone to be solid. He’s seen fleeting encounters, from friends, lovers, family, even. They’ve all left him in the dust one way or another, flaked on him one way or another.

And, as a young person growing up, you’re reliant on the world around you. You’re taught — or rather, expected — to be reliant on those closest to you; whether it be a relative or a friend. Reiner’s never had that luxury.

Never in his life.

He’s never had a place to just sit and stay. A place where he doesn’t have to take on something for someone or protect someone else, a place where he can just relax. Let everything roll off his shoulders — a moment of rest in a world where everything is hurled at him. It overwhelms him sometimes.

He’s never gotten a chance to just stay, to stop moving for a even just a minute.

And when it’s offered to him, well, it seems too good to be true. He thinks it is, so much that he goes as far to hastily decline, without even giving it a second thought.

Until you do.

For nearly two decades, you’re the one that gives Reiner a chance. To sit, to stay, to feel the peace that he was never offered; the peace he felt he had to fight for. As everyone does, in a world as cruel as this one.

That in itself is a gift that he thought he would never see. One he never thought he’d be able to touch, to breathe in, to feel, to experience.

As you sit there and you trace his jagged scars, and he searches your face for any signs of disgust or discomfort, he finds nothing. He was expecting something.

You’re not disgusted with him at all. In fact, there’s a look of concern, one of longing, one of curiosity. He can feel that you want to ask him about those scars, how he got them. How he ended up so disgusting. So repulsive.

But, seemingly as an effort to prove him wrong, your eyelids flutter shut as you lean down to place a gentle kiss on the dip in his skin. And you repeat it, on all the ones you can see.

Hands fluttering over bare skin, kissing from his shoulders and collarbone to the tips of his fingers. To his thighs, to his hips, carefully threading together the pieces of a broken man.

An effort to make him whole again. An effort to make him feel human again.

It is the first time, but you know it will not be the last time.

Because for the first time in his life, Reiner feels like he’s able to stay.

And he thanks you for that.

tagging: @levilaughlove69, @may8344, @proseofpandemonium, @starstruckkittensweets, @rainteslerrrr, @alrightberries, @redhairedace, @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface, @jaegerbrat, @asterroidd, @imonmylastthreadofsanity, @hexbestfriend

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[puredivinity]

catching butterflies — (levi ackerman x reader)

you all can happily thank @maisyflower, because she gave me a character + an action while we were talking and i came up with this. she also doesn’t think i’m real so there’s that.

levi catching butterflies was an experience. the way you tugged on his arm, eagerly pointing toward a pretty blue butterfly fluttering past the two of you on your picnic blanket. you wanted to catch it and so you tried, yet failed. levi watched as he held his pristine teacup that you’d gotten for him as a birthday present, sipping his now lukewarm tea and his nose scrunched at the horrid taste yet he continued anyway. he wasn’t exactly focused on the tea, however, rather the joyful look on your face but the small pout you did when you missed. he had to admit - it was quite disheartening to see you put so much effort forth and lose, but he found it amusing all the same.

“levi!” you called out to him, a little winded from your butterfly struggles but your trials didn’t phase you. “will you catch it for me?” ah yes, the precious request he was surprised he hadn’t heard from you earlier. he couldn’t say no—well, he could, yes, but he didn’t want to. he didn’t want to see your excitement mold into disappointment and discourage, so he sighed and in the same breath, uttered a small “fine.”

he closed your basket, assuring that the lid was well secured before jutting his hand out for the net. you raised your eyebrows in amusement and grinned at him, placing the net in his hands and scurrying over to seat back down on the picnic basket, eager to watch him do his thing. the levi magic, as you called it.

he gave yet another sigh and a scoff, tracking down the object of your desire—the butterfly. in one small swoop, the butterfly was in the net and his hand covered the hole, locking the little insect inside. he turned back to you, who had your hands clasped together, that same grin still plastered on your face. “that was easy,” you chimed, “you seem to make it work, magic man.”

“yeah yeah,” he rolled his eyes and sat back down next to you on the soft blanket, pointy grass prickling at his jean clad legs from underneath the thin fabric. “you didn’t even try did you?”

“perhaps not,” you mused, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, “but i have to admit, it was quite lovely to see you go out there and catch it for me, mister strong butterfly catcher.”

“quit it with those nicknames.” he huffed—but he knew you wouldn’t. he loved them.

just like he loved you.

tagging: @levilaughlove69, @may8344, @proseofpandemonium, @starstruckkittensweets, @rainteslerrrr, @alrightberries, @redhairedace, @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface, @jaegerbrat, @asterroidd, @levisbrat25, @purplecandygerl, @messymanifestation

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[puredivinity]

—survival; eren jaeger

❣︎ welcome to this blurb i wrote, witnessed by the lovely ryn. i could’ve made a full fic out of this and i want to, but i think i did good leaving it here for now. i hope you enjoy! canon-divergent in the sense that everyone is an adult here. you can thank the game aot 2 for this one.

❣︎ warnings: none, generally angsty.

❣︎ word count: unknown

“Kiss me,” His tone was urgent and his impatient hands grasped at the fabric of your shirt. “Kiss me like a fucking fool.” His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes shone with determination, as if this was your last moment together.

“Kiss you?” You asked incredulously with widened eyes. “We have more time, what do you-” An exasperated sigh fell from Eren’s lips and an indecipherable mumble came in the same breath before he closed the gap between you. His hands never left your form as he held you there. The previous commotion now reduced to near silence, for the beating of your heart was too loud. You could no longer hear the pained screams of your comrades, both falling and fallen, for this moment isolated the two of you. In the midst of the battle, all you could think about was Eren Jaeger. His touch, his smell, his voice. His heartbeat pounding against inside his chest while it pressed against your own, echoing between the two of you.

The love of your life. Your life.

A tear--prefacing a river of them--fell from your eye as the weight of it all came crashing down. You were ready to break but alas, he wouldn’t let you. You’d been strong this entire time, defense unwavering. You needed to continue to be strong - but not for him, your comrades, or your captain. For yourself. You’d been Eren’s anchor ever since you’d met him - that determined, head-strong twelve year old at training. Keeping him down when he’d threatened to float away. He’d do the same for you if you ever needed him. When you needed him. You couldn’t fight forever and he would be there.

He’d be sure of it.

The two of you pulled apart and Eren cupped your cheeks, staring at your still closed eyes. You couldn’t look at him, despite being unsure if it’d be the last time you’d ever get to. His heavy breathing alongside the cries of battle filled your ears as he held you still, thumbs brushing away the many tears falling down your face. “Look at me,” He said softly yet urgently, pleading to see your eyes no matter how glossy. Your eyes slowly opened to meet his own, shining with determination - the man you’d always known. Never one to give up without a fight. “I-” He began to speak, but your hand wrapped around his wrist and gently squeezed it as to tell him not to.

It’d hurt too much.

He shook his head in defiance. He had to say it, you had to know.

“I love you.” Eren said to you, resting his forehead on yours. His warm breath fanned your face as he repeated those words to you, engraving them further into your mind. You’d said it before, of course in a more ideal setting, but they’d never held as much weight as they did in this moment. Right here, right now. A romantic endeavor during the constant battle for your lives was bound to trap the two of you like this one way or another. If you could, you’d teleport the two of you someplace where you could be alone. Live the lives you’d always wanted to live. If he could, he’d make you his in this very moment and run off together. But of course, life had to be so cruel.

Unbeknownst to him, you already were. Mind, body, and soul - all his. He held your heart.

With a low voice and a shaky breath, you exchanged the sentiment, “I love you too.” You didn’t want to let him go. He didn’t want to let you go. But alas, it was time. You didn’t think this would last forever, did you?

As you picked up your blades with shaky hands, you exchanged a look with Eren. He held his hand up to his mouth, ready to transform. Ready to get this mission over with and return - to you. You nodded in unison and Eren dashed off, biting his hand. The light from the transformation shined brightly and you shielded your eyes from it. Eren had gone off, and it was back to you now.

You had to survive.

You had to.

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[puredivinity]

—fix-up; eren jaeger

❣︎ whew look at me, sending this unedited fic off into the void. emphasis on unedited because it’s probably bad, but you’re gonna get it anyway. i’m probably overreacting as usual, but here you are until i can complete those reqs from sunday!

❣︎ this was originally gonna be saran’s writing challenge entry but i think i deviated from the prompt quite a bit so that didn’t happen lmao. hope u enjoy! gif is from google!

❣︎ warnings: mentions/descriptions of blood and injuries. mentions and usage of a needle (reader sewing up a wound on eren’s back) and explicit language/suggestive themes (flirting at the end)

❣︎ word count: 1.2k

Eren yanks his arm away from you, spitting out blood on the dirty concrete. His hands are at his knees, cut up and bruised, gashes and slashes littering the surface. His face is the same. His long, brown hair that you’ve grown accustomed to seeing in a bun is now draping freely over his shoulders, covering his face as if to hide it from you. His shame.

“I don’t want your help,” He spoke through pants, blazing eyes glaring at your towering form.

“Well I don’t want blood on my shoes either, but here we are,” Your reply was snarky, words filled with pointed annoyance. To him, it sounded malicious; like he’d gotten underneath your skin for the umpteenth time. You’d slid his arm over your shoulder, despite his protests, and allowed him to lean on you as the two of you headed back to your place, which thankfully wasn’t far away.

Every step you took, he hissed in discomfort and a pained groan released from his mouth. He tried to stifle it but you still heard, given that he was right next to your ear. Despite how much Eren tried to act like a tough guy—he wasn’t one.

You wished he’d stop acting this way. But after some thought, you realized who you were referring to: Eren Jaeger.

He wouldn’t.

You fiddled with your keys for a moment, finally managing to pull out the right one and twist it into the lock, hurrying inside so you could tend to his wounds immediately. The light flicked on and illuminated your living room, causing Eren to hiss in response. He mumbled something about the light being “too damn bright,” to which you ignored.

“Don’t get blood on my cushions,” you cautioned him, taking careful steps toward the plush couch, carefully setting him on it. You tucked a pillow behind his back, adjusting it and taking care to ensure that he was comfortable before you fetched your supplies. Eren grunted lowly, resting his head against the back of the couch. “I’m serious,” You called.

“Yeah yeah,” he rolled his eyes and shifted slightly to the left, wincing at the discomfort.

Heading to the bathroom on your left, you pulled open your medicine cabinet to grab a Tylenol tablet, gauze, and a few bandaids before pulling open your bottom drawer to get the rest of your first-aid kit. The light flipped off and you padded back to your living room, arms full. Carefully setting them down on your coffee table, you flicked open the plastic kit and then nodded in Eren’s direction. “Take off your shirt for me, will you?”

His reply came instantly, “Why? You wanna look at something?”

“No dumbass,” you sighed. “I have to dress your wounds.”

“Oh, right,” he opened his eyes, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his body. He went slow, careful not to irritate his wounds any further. The dirtied fabric was peeled from his skin, covered in both dried and fresh blood, combined with dirt from the ground. The garment was set next to him and his arms relaxed, falling to his side while he let out a sigh of relief.

You internally grimaced at the dirty shirt touching your pristine couch but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, instead focusing on the task at hand. Settling on your knees in front of him, you plucked the bottle of peroxide from the table, popping the cap open and pouring some on a pad of gauze before taking a glance at Eren, who’d grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the stinging sensation to come. A labored sigh fell from your lips as you quietly counted down from three to one, a gentle warning before disinfecting wound number one.

Now that all the blood surrounding it was gone, it didn’t look too deep. It just needed a band-aid and you happily pulled a bigger one off the table, peeling off the paper and pressing it to his skin. Majority of the cuts were superficial, requiring nothing but a small cleanup and a band-aid. This allowed you to move quickly (well, quicker than usual) as you tended to the man, tossing the dirtied tissues and paper into the plastic bin you’d set next to your couch.

However, there was one in particular on his shoulder that wasn’t superficial; it was deep. Deep enough to require stitches.

Eren remained quiet throughout your examination, carefully observing with curious eyes how you’d gently touched him up, softly touching his wounds with a look of determination in your eyes. You were focused, he could tell by the way you nibbled on your bottom lip while determining the severity of his gashes. You were always like this whenever you’d take care of him; secretly fussing over his health and tendency to get into fights after running his mouth.

He never knew why you kept allowing him in your home, where he’d dirty your freshly cleaned couch and fuck up things. He never knew why you were so nice to him. Why you, despite adding a snappy comment beside it, constantly offered a helping hand and took him in without him asking. Not that he would, of course, he was stubborn — you knew that very well. Too well.

You’d always been someone that could read him like a book; calling his bluff before anyone else could. It came too easy to you. He’d only known you for a couple of years but for a reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on, you felt like home. Familiar.

You’d never called him weak, unlike the others. Unlike everyone he’d known before. to you, he was strong. Stronger than he’d ever know.

He’d spent his entire life trying to prove himself to everyone, to show that he wasn’t some kid. He had one hell of a hard head, but had guts like no other. Determination like no other.

Eren Jaeger was a forever flame.

He wasn’t aware he was staring until your voice rang in his ears, breaking his thought. “What’re you looking at?” You murmured, carefully snipping the remaining bit of thread away from his stitched-up gash. You tenderly brushed your thumb over it, wrapping it in a thin layer of gauze.

“Nothing,” Eren mumbled. “Nothing at all.”

“You sure?” You teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Eren rolled his eyes and sighed. You chuckled, giving him a quick once-over before pulling away and placing your supplies back on the coffee table.

You’d disinfect them later; you wanted to quickly take care of the mess on your couch. Standing up from your kneeled spot on the floor, you held his dirty, dark green shirt between your index and thumb finger and scurried over to your washing machine to toss it inside.

Eren snorted at this, shaking his head at your antics. Of course that’s the first thing you’re worried about.

Of course.

“Pants off,” You returned back to where he was, holding your hand out expectantly.

“Wow, you just took care of me and now you want to give me a—“

“Not that,” You interrupted him, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation. “I’m gonna wash them. They’re dirty.”

“Uh huh,” The mischievous smirk returned to Eren’s face, reminding you of the boy you’d always known. His light was back and of course he had to be a little shit.

“You’re annoying.” You narrowed your eyes at him, taking his jeans and put them wash too, adjusting the load size to small and pouring some detergent in. This earned a laugh from him that made a tiny smile creep onto your face. You’d missed that laugh.

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[puredivinity]

a feeling of inadequacy | armin arlert

warnings: just overall angsty. slight spoilers for aot s4 and chapter 132 of the manga.

word count: 500+

“i sit here and i wonder why you had to leave,

and why i had to take your place.”

A wave washes over the shore, the cold water of the ocean just barely touching Armin’s feet.

He sits there wondering, reflecting on the years in his life. His eyes casted forward, flickering over the large body of water in front of him and taking it all in. He remembers when all he wanted to do was see it. It was his dream throughout his entire childhood and he’d finally gotten it - and now he doesn’t really know what to do.

He was happy then. Over the moon, even, but now? Nothing. Fingertips brush over the seashell he pulled from the sand, tracing the many dips in the small object. A dream became a reality, but at what cost?

He asks himself that question every day. As smart as people think he is, he cannot figure out an answer.

He spent hours sitting on the sand, watching the moon fall and the sun rise in the early morning. His knees pulled up to his chest, cheek pressed against his arm that rested on his knees. Armin closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

As smart as people think he is, he couldn’t figure out an answer. He can’t figure out an answer.

“Years of all this pain, all this suffering, and for what?” He wonders aloud, speaking to no one in particular. Perhaps he’s speaking to Commander Erwin, or Commander Hange. Maybe even his grandfather - someone to offer some guidance in a time where he has nothing.

“You guys made it seem so easy,” he flipped over the small seashell in his hand, “you always knew what to do and I don’t.”

He’d always regretted being alive in Commander Erwin’s place. Even though it wasn’t his choice, he feels like he has no choice but to regret it. If given the option, he would go back in a heartbeat.

Years later, the guilt plagues him.

Even though it was not his decision.

In his loneliest moment, his mind wanders to you. He has blown you off numerous times this week, unable to bring himself to talk to you and get out of this rut he’s stuck in. He knows he cannot hide from you forever, but for the time being, he’d like to just hide forever.

A shift in the sand and arms coming to wrap around him from behind stills his mind for a second. It’s you, he knows it’s you.

“I was looking for you,” you murmur into his back, rubbing gentle circles on the backs of his hands, “you missed dinner. Are you okay?”

He gives a small hum in reply in an attempt to convince you that he’s fine. A soft squeeze of his hand tells him that it didn’t work, but you wouldn’t press the matter. You plant a light kiss on his shoulder blade, resting your forehead on it.

He lives in a world where he can see the meaning in everyone else, the purpose in everyone else, but not himself.

You suppose that’s his biggest flaw. Despite all the compliments he’s gotten from his comrades, despite the ones he’s gotten from you, he doesn’t believe it.

He just cannot bring himself to.

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[puredivinity]

“I don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much” or “if your hands get cold, you can put them in my pockets” for Levi ! Whichever!

Cold Hands — (Levi Ackerman x Painter!Reader)

i used both in this fic! i hope you enjoy!! Levi and his cold hands...Sigh.

ft. a painter s/o!

i know nothing about paint colors so don’t come at me pls :)

The harshness of the cold air made your face scrunch up and you pulled your scarf up over your nose, teeth chattering. You’d been perusing the various different shops in town and had brought your boyfriend along with you. Opting to walk instead of drive, since it was only a few minutes down the street, you squealed in excitement at the anticipation of seeing all the bright lights downtown. This time of year was your favorite—the caroling, the lights, the sheer thought of spending precious time and getting gifts for your loved ones made you happier than anyone could ever imagine.

It was Christmas time, one of your favorite holidays. It also was Levi’s birthday, adding to the specialty of it all. It pulled you back to when you were a child, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at all the scenery. When you’d met Levi, you discovered that he hadn’t had the same experiences as you. He wasn’t too fond of that day, brushing it off as it being just another day that he lived through. You, of course, respected that and gave him the space he’d needed.

Over the years the two of you, sometimes four including Farlan and Isabel, had spent the holidays together. You’d first made him hot chocolate and he was reluctant to try it, but after some gentle persuasion he did. He’d looked so cute with his whipped cream mustache and grumpy expression—so cute that you’d had to take a picture. He wasn’t happy, of course, but he let you keep it anyway.

For memory purposes.

Another time you’d sat in your pajamas while sitting beside your tree (that you’d spent forever setting up) and had on a Santa hat, wishing Levi a Merry Christmas and an even happier birthday. That year was the year you’d gotten him to wear a Santa hat as well. He’d gotten you a brand-new camera and of course you had to snap a picture, which sat in a white picture frame on the mantle of your fireplace.

The clicking of the lock sounded behind you and Levi joined you at the bottom of the steps, hands buried in his jacket pockets. “Let’s go,” he jerked his head in the general direction of the shops. “It’s cold as hell out here.”

You smiled and shot him a wink, holding open the pocket to your jacket. “Y’know Levi,” you said. “If your hands get cold, you can put them in my pockets.”

“Be quiet,” Levi mumbled.

“Hey Levi,” you called, holding the two different sized tubes out for him to see. “What do you think of these one?”

“They’re the same color,” Came the quiet words from Levi, who was standing behind you and looking at the two different sized tubes in your hand. “I don’t see the difference.”

“Okay look,” you placed the bigger tube between your arm and side to point to the fine print on the smaller one, containing the color in it. “This one’s obsidian, and this one,” you shifted paints. “Is jet black. They’re like slightly different.”

“Why do you need black paint? You have several of those things laying on the fucking floor. Pick one.”

“I need new ones, they’re empty.”

“Oh really? I wonder where the paint could’ve gone,” Levi glared at you, referring to the puddle of dried black paint on the floor in your art room. “Can you just mix one?”

“It has to be perfect. Now pick.”

“Fine. That one,” He pointed towards the bigger tube in your left hand.

“Thank you baby,” you placed the second tube in its place back on the shelf, shifting to browse the collection of blue paints.

Upon realizing that you’d probably be here forever, Levi sighed, staring out the window at the frost on the windows and sheets of snow covering the ground.

“I don’t understand why you love this kind of weather so much,” Levi murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder and slipped his still freezing hands in your pockets. The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, save for you asking him what he thought of a few colors here and there. Eventually, you’d gathered what you needed and went up to pay, smiling at the cashier when they’d complimented the two of you, saying you were a cute couple.

Levi gave them a death glare the entire time, daring them to say anything about his hands in your pockets.

You snorted and took the bag from the cashier, shooting them a quick “Happy Holidays!” and left the store, holding Levi’s hand in your own while he shoved his in his pocket once more.

It’d been late into the night when two gentle knocks on the door of your art room snapped you out of your focus. You set your paintbrush down and looked over at the door, smiling softly when your eyes met Levi’s.

“Are you coming to bed?” He questioned, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. “You’ve been at that all day.”

He missed you.

“Yeah,” you let your hands fall to your thighs which had splatters of black and blue paint all over them, mirroring your hands and even your face. “I’m almost done.”

“What’re you painting?” Levi walked into the room, settling behind you and peeking at your canvas. His arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you back against his chest. He glanced at the splatters of paint that littered the plastic covering of the hardwood floor, choosing to save it for later.

“You.” You sighed, rubbing the back of his clean hand with your dried paint-covered thumb.

Levi’s eyes scanned the painting in front of him, amazed at how much it’d resembled him. You’d gotten everything right—his eyes, his nose, his exact hair color. Hell, even down to the dark bags underneath his eyes.

“This is what you’ve been working on for the past week?” He mumbled into your hair.

“Yeah, it was supposed to be done by your birthday but I coudn’t finish it. D’ya like it?”

“It’s not bad.” Levi commented. “I like it.”

You gave a small sigh of relief. “I’m glad.”

Levi hummed and closed his eyes, thumb flipping the side of your oversized hoodie. It’d been his before the two of you started dating, but you managed to keep sneaking it out of his closet. Levi had only worn it a handful of times since you had been together and that’d only been because you wanted it to smell like him. So technically, it was yours.

He’d slipped his hands in your pockets and you grinned, knowing the reason.

His hands were cold.

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[puredivinity]

Mara!! If you are taking requests can you do ‘running a thumb over the other’s lips’ with painter oc 💓

Dried Paint (Levi Ackerman x Painter!Reader)

thank you for the req!!! i had fun with this one and i really hope you enjoy!

ft. the lovely painter s/o from cold hands, bc we all love her. gif is from google!

Slender fingers darted over the keyboard, turning thought to words on the already filled Google document. They’d hardly stopped except to turn the page of the book next to it, but soon after they’d resumed again. The soft clicking of the keys to the laptop was soon all that filled the dark-haired man’s office, fueling his concentration. Levi was sat alone in his chair and had been working all day, only stepping out to refill his tea—which he’d barely done, given the fact that you were kind enough to pop your head in every so often to do it for him. He’d normally tell you that there was no need but appreciated the gesture anyway. He supposed it made things somewhat easier.

He’d pulled his fingers away to stretch his hands and crack his knuckles, noticing the apparent tension in his upper body. Levi hadn’t really gotten up from his chair and he’d figured it’d been long enough. He glanced at the small clock on the bottom left corner of his screen and noted that it was 2 pm. He’d been awake since about 8 and had spent about an hour or two having breakfast with you, chatting about normal things like how the other person slept or what you planned on doing for the day.

The usual morning topics, plus your morning breath that he’d gotten a whiff of after stealing two long kisses from you. He’d remarked about it and you gasped, pretending to be offended while attempting to wriggle out of his arms. He wouldn’t let you go, of course.

Well, not until he got one more kiss.

Levi chuckled at the memory and finally decided that he had a few minutes to spare for a break. His eyes were getting kind of tired and if he was being completely honest, he’d gotten sick of looking at those shitty documents. Erwin had wanted him to complete a report for him and send a few emails to uptight, tight-assed business partners that he wasn’t fond of. After a quick stretch, Levi took a sip out of his nearly empty teacup and left the room, padding down the hallway to your art room. He could hear the sound of a cap to what he assumed was a bottle of paint opening, followed by the squishing sound of the liquid coming out.

He knocked twice and listened for the sound of your voice, but got no response. Levi pushed open the door, peeking inside to be greeted with the sight of you bopping your head along to your favorite song with headphones stuffed in your ears. Upon glancing at your canvas, he saw that you were working on a piece for your art class—your rendition of a a Bob Ross painting. You chose to put your own spin on Mountain Retreat and settled for cooler colors instead of warmer ones. It looked quite good; you were very talented, but Levi knew that.

He’d pushed open the door fully, flicking on the light. “Hey,” he called, finally catching your attention. “That looks good.”

“Huh? Oh, hi Levi,” you pulled the headphone out of your ear. “Thank you. I’ve been working on it since I haven’t had anything else to do.”

“Oh yeah?” He questioned, settling on the plastic mat that covered the hardwood floor beside you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve washed the dishes?”

“Mhm.”

“Done the laundry?”

“Mhm.”

“Made the bed?”

“Trick question,” you paused the music in your headphones and set them on the table alongside your phone. “You do that every morning.”

Levi hummed in agreement. “Kissed me?”

“Mhm—wait,” you looked from your canvas over to Levi, who had a smirk on his face. “Hmm,” you tapped your chin and pretended to be in deep thought. “No,” you paused. “I don’t think I’ve done that.” You grinned and scooted over to him, settling in his lap. Your arms were draped over his shoulders and you sat there for a moment, pressing your foreheads together. The two of you sat there, staring in each other’s eyes and Levi raised his eyebrows to ask what you’re waiting for. Impatient.

As always.

You ran a dried, paint-smeared thumb softly over Levi’s bottom lip, admiring him for a moment before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. A hand came to rest on the back of your neck as Levi kissed you tenderly. A small kiss that took his breath away—like the others you’d give him. His other hand settled near your hips, fiddling with the opening of your hoodie pocket. His lips were chapped and warm, just like the rest of him.

You loved it.

A moment later the two of you pulled apart and softly smiled at one another. Times like these were unmatched.

“I love you,” You broke the sweet silence with a soft whisper of the words Levi loved to hear from you. Levi closed his eyes and sighed, an all-too-familiar feeling beginning to overtake him. He loved you more than he could ever express.

“I love you too.”

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