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commander-hanji-zoe · 1 year

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Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do like a headcanon for the vets and og levi squad if they had like a suicidal s/o. I love your blog btw!

Hey - thank you so much! I realise this came into my inbox a long time ago and then I wasn't writing anything. But with NaNoWriMo I'm picking up a few old requests and wanted to write this one.

Firstly – CW/TW for mentions of suicidal thoughts.

These will be a bit repetitive because as always I think the vets and O/G Levi Squad would all be incredibly supportive in their own way. They would all want to do what they could within their power and while respecting their s/o’s wishes, to help. They would be sensitive, they would all also want their s/o to get professional help, whether seeing a doctor, councillor, nurse, private therapist. It would very much be the first thing they would discuss with their S/O, to check whether they were already seeing someone and how it’s going, or if not to see if they could research who would be best to speak to. Mostly all of them would be happy to accompany their S/O to appointments but equally respect boundaries if their S/O would rather go alone.

They would be there to ensure appointments aren’t missed and any medication or practises such as daily diary updates, affirmations etc. also are adhered to – though this will be managed sensitively and without pressure.

I wrote the above because this is such an important and very sensitive topic and one that as a lot of you know, I am very familiar with. I didn’t want to type the same thing for each of the characters so the above is there to read first before the below – it is also there as a reminder to anyone who may need to hear it.

I’m always here to listen if you need someone to vent to, but if you need help, please reach out to your doctor/physician etc. and/or family and friends that you trust.

Erwin

He understands that being suicidal doesn’t mean their s/o wants to die or not be here anymore and rather that it means they’re just very tired, exhausted by the mental pain they are in and Erwin will do everything within his power to comfort them and talk things through. He understands the importance of not getting emotional himself and keeping the conversation going, being rational and calm where possible.

Erwin would want to ensure that he could keep an eye on his s/o if they didn’t live together, suggesting they either take some time away together (in a perfect au reality where he isn’t commander of the survey corps!) otherwise he will suggest you move in with him for a little while just so he’s there for you in the darkest moments.

He would remove things that his s/o could potentially use to harm themselves with but he wouldn’t make a big thing out of it, announce he was doing it or do it when his s/o could see. This would be very intentional so that his s/o didn’t think a big deal was being made or get angry at the response, rather it is a tactical decision from Erwin to protect his s/o subtly.

Mike

Mike knows something is up, he can sense it – there’s a smell to sadness like autumn leaves in rain. Like rot and damp – but he won’t say it for the fear it’ll sound like he’s romanticising it. But he’s got good intuition when it comes to others emptions.

He doesn’t like euphemisms and would rather address the issue straight up, not in a way that’s blunt or unkind. But his s/o is too important to him to beat around the bush. Equally he won’t push his s/o into talking, but he does take it very seriously and needs his s/o to know he’s there for them.

Asks his s/o if it gets too much to please tell him, they don’t even have to speak and can just sit in silence if needed. Mike will encourage going on small walks with him to get fresh air and eating/drinking even if it’s just small amounts frequently, perhaps cooking up a batch of favourite soup so that it isn’t over-whelming for his s/o and certainly isn’t forced.

Encourages baby steps, if their s/o doesn’t feel like doing day to day tasks or small acts of self care he will help but then encourage them to do something for themselves. For example he may brush their hair and then say, “Doesn’t that feel better, how about we brush our teeth together to tick off our morning routine.”

He’ll give them a journal with a few drawings he’s done to make them smile but also so they have somewhere to keep track of how they’re feeling and what makes things better and what makes things worse.

Hanji

Would hate that their s/o felt like this but also would understand, they too have felt the pull when things get too much. Hanji is very protective so would do what they could in their power to help their s/o and be as supportive as possible.

Their way of helping is to provide distraction – whether it’s to involve their s/o in their work and research or to take them for a few days out or perhaps to see a play. Hanji will however avoid large crowds or large groups of friends and be very careful not to do anything too over-whelming, perhaps checking with their s/o what they’d like to do first. If their s/o didn’t want to go anywhere Hanji would force or push going out, but after a few days they would try to gently encourage them to get some fresh air together and go for a change of scenery that may offer a different point of view.

Won’t go to sleep until their s/o is asleep so that Hanji can watch them, scratch their back, stroke their hair, sing, talk…whatever their s/o needs to drift off into a peaceful sleep hopefully free from nightmares. For Hanji they also need this, they need to know that they’re helping somehow, and they need to know their s/o is safe, going to sleep first is not an obtain.

Nanaba

“Oh my love…” Nanaba is so incredibly soft and kind, it breaks her heart knowing how much this is hurting her s/o but she does everything she can to remain composed and strong for them. She doesn’t get emotional or make it about her.

She’ll go a bit over board with buying things to help, from self help books (which after reading a few pages she kind of hates and so hides them), their s/o’s favourite food, drinks, lots of vitamins, books, flowers. She hates feeling helpless but wants her s/o to know they’re not alone.

Very good at late night chats, perhaps out and about, perhaps in the bath. Nanaba will listen without interruption. She wants to know what’s going on in her s/o’s mind and if there’s anything she can do to help. She wants to understand where this has come from, what the triggers are and what can be done to avoid them.

If there’s anything that needs removing from their room/house etc. Anything that makes her s/o feel sad or scared, Nanaba is there to quietly remove them at night and instead replace the objects with things that are nicer and more comforting.

Levi

In many respects Levi doesn’t quite understand and it’s for two reasons, partly because as a person he’s incredibly matter of fact and stoic as a way of life. And partly because he’s fought so hard to survive, after everything he’s been through it’s incomprehensible at first how anyone could want to purposefully end it. But. Levi is intelligent and aware of others and the difficulties, challenges and heartaches that exist – especially when it comes to his S/O. So he will be patient, he will remain calm and not express his initial reaction with his s/o as he wouldn’t want them to feel their feelings were invalid, wrong etc.

If his s/o isn’t up to cleaning or sorting out mundane tasks of course Levi will be there to help out and ensure everything is sparkling and like new. But he also buys a few things that make the cleaning easier and comes up with solutions to help his s/o get through day to day tasks for themselves – reminding them everything they do is an achievement.

Levi can be particularly quiet at times but turns out this is exactly what his s/o will need. Just someone to listen and not react to everything that’s being said. Someone quiet who can hold their hand if they need it and be by their side through it all.

Levi loves being outside and the fresh air – a long horse trek with snacks, tea, lots of healthy mood boosting foods are in order and so he plans a nice trip away for the two of them, hoping this may somehow brighten his s/o’s mood and remind them of the beautiful places in the world. The small things, the simple things and help them believe everything will be okay in the end.

Moblit

This will break him, initially he’ll be asking himself what he did wrong and what he could do better to make his s/o not want to end their life anymore or feel this way. But Moblit is pretty quick to pick himself up from this and realise it isn’t about him and that it is not an individual’s fault. As difficult as it is and as supportive as he will be, he has to remind himself and potentially his s/o depending on their behaviour – that he is not in control of this.

He’ll want to get to the bottom of why his s/o feels like this in a way that sometimes can be a little over-bearing or even intrusive. He doesn’t mean it to be, he’s just certain if he knows what is causing it he can help fix it. Due to his work with Hanji he’s become accustomed to experiments, cause and effect and coming up with solutions. Not to say that his s/o and their mental health is a problem that needs to be solved, he loves his s/o and just wants to use the skills he’s gained to help them where possible.

Will definitely take things easy in terms of the relationship and won’t push for anything physical or romantic if his s/o isn’t in the mood. But will ensure there are lots of sweet, small daily interactions to let them know he is there for them and that he loves them. He needs them to know he is here standing by as and when the support is required.

Will bring back small gifts like flowers, a favourite cake, drinks, a new book his s/o has been talking about. He will also change bedsheets, open windows – especially if the cleaning aspect is something he can do with his s/o rather than just for them. He wants them to feel useful and like they don’t just need looking after all the time.

Oluo

He’ll struggle a lot with this, Oluo isn’t always the easiest person to talk to at first but as mentioned before, once you open up to him or see the softer side he is incredibly caring. The way he behaves, and mimics Levi comes from a place of insecurity.

He’d probably hold his s/o for a long time and cry a little himself, trying to hold back the tears and instead be there for his s/o. But he doesn’t find this as easy as some of the vets do and once his own emotions come out it’s hard to put them back in. But boy does Oluo try and manages pretty well after the initial shock.

Really doesn’t want to be alone again, it means so much to him that he’s found a partner who understands him. He immediately feels selfish after thinking this and probably putting his foot in it by saying it out loud.

Makes big gestures to let his s/o know how much they mean to him – but only privately and realises doing this in public isn’t going to help. Most of all he just wants to know if there is anything he can do to help even if that means giving them a little space, he is happy to step back when needed.

Would perhaps ask Levi for advice and help seek recommendations for a professional that his s/o could see, would make an appointment with their permission and encourage them.

Eld

Eld would manage to stay incredibly calm when he finds out how his s/o is feeling, mostly because he knows this is not the time to over-react or make it about him. Instead he’d want to listen, he may make some notes but it’s for his eyes only and so he can reflect on them later.

Will make sure his s/o stays really hydrated and will bring them water and other favourite non-alcoholic drinks.

Distractions are good but only for a short time, Eld would rather focus on the small every day things that really make a difference, encouraging his s/o and just being there when they need to talk or cry. Is also really good at giving hugs.

Petra

When Petra finds out how her s/o has been feeling she’ll think it’s best if the two of them talk away from things that represent day to day life. Instead, she’ll take her s/o somewhere quiet and peaceful where they won’t be disturbed or distracted. Petra

She’ll encourage her s/o to see someone professional to talk through how they’re feeling and to come up with ideas to help process their feelings, emotions and what they’re going through. If there is anything Petra can do to be more helpful, or any small things she can change regarding her behaviour etc. she will want to know and aim to be the best she can for them – while also taking reasonable breaks for her own mental health.

Sometimes Petra is simply the best person to just hang out with and say nothing, it’s in these silences her s/o finds a lot of comfort. It’s never awkward and there’s no expectations either. It’ll give her s/o plenty of time to think through what they’re feeling and when they’re ready they can talk – until then Petra is happy just to hold them, stroke their hair or just sit quietly reading a book so their s/o has company but it isn’t smothering.

Gunther

Gunther gets it – the world he and his s/o live in has not been kind and sometimes it’s a truly scary place to be. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t upset him and make him wish he could do something to help, not realising that just being there for his s/o is help enough.

He’s a great listener and won’t be distracted by anything else, rather Gunther is committed to hearing what is troubling his s/o and coming up with some positive actions they can take.

He would remove anything from their home that could harm his s/o or inspire any further negative thoughts, anything triggering, anything they could use to harm themselves.

At night he’d go through some positive affirmations with his s/o and talk about all the things they have to look forward to – not in a ‘don’t do this you have so much to live for’ kind of way, but a general day to day conversation. He’s really looking forward to someone’s birthday or that he’s planned for them.

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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silver underground. / chapter six.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: Day 121 - Also known as the day you officially leave the cadets and join the Scouts.

Warnings: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Eventual Romance, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Flashbacks, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Nonbinary Hange Zoe, Touch Starved Idiots

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CHAPTER SIX.

“Are you ready to head out?”

A perky voice breaks you from your fixated attempt at dragging the remaining pesky leather straps up your left thigh. You’d been rearranging your uniform for what feels like hours — taking it off, putting it back on, staring at your wavering reflection in a bucket of fresh water in the barracks to see if maybe you look out of place.

You certainly feel like you are, as the cadet that joined for three-something weeks only to disappear, plucked up by the Scouts at a moment's notice. An anomaly.

What you're wearing isn’t your old uniform, not exactly — that one’s cut up, bloodied and destroyed in a pile of ashes with all the other discarded jackets and trousers — so you’ll have to get used to the one they’ve given you.

At least the Wings of Freedom reside once more between your shoulder blades.

(A gift from Commander Erwin, who could not attend this momentous departure from the training camps to the real deal.)

“Hey, Petra,” you call back to her, dropping a boot onto the wooden floor. She watches you with budding excitement. “Are we leaving now?”

“Just about!” she exclaims. “Eld is finalizing supplies, but we’re ready when you are.”

“Great.” You hold both arms out as you walk to the doorway. “So?”

It takes her a minute, but her eyes finally connect with the white and blue emblem. “Oh, finally, you got your jacket back!”

“Erwin apparently sent a new one over with Hange,” you tell her as you follow her leisurely pace towards the front of the cadet training camp.

“Are you feeling good about this?”

“About coming back to the Scouts?” you ask. She nods in confirmation. “I’m a little nervous but yeah, I feel good.”

“Don’t be nervous. We’re like a little family.” Petra pauses, making a face at the sight in the near distance: a man with dark hair waves his hand beside worn wooden wagon, where several people and horses wait their departure. “...a bit of a weird family but a family nonetheless.”

“Oi! Is that her?” the man shouts across the way, standing on his toes to wave harder — like Petra doesn’t see him.

“Yep!” Petra calls, murmuring low to add, “That’s Gunther Schultz. You always kicked his ass in spars. He's never not been bitter about it.” She chirps again to him in her sweet, peppy voice. “It’s her!”

“A-ha! Alright, awesome!” Gunther replies, dropping his hands to his hips.

From here you can see the silhouette of a tall person with a high ponytail sitting at a spot at the head of the wagon, body facing you — Hange. On their left sits a man on a horse with a mop of dirty blond hair — probably Moblit — holding two additional reigns. A smaller, black-haired person sits to the right edge of the wagon with his arms stretched along the back, his one leg folded over the other. You immediately recognize that it's Captain Levi.

At the mouth of the wagon, two other people await your arrival. Petra gives you the quiet catch-up as you walk together: the man with long blonde hair is Eld Jinn, the squad’s second-in-command (she’s quick to divulge that you pull rank, in technicality) and last is the disinterested looking individual with curly hair and an undercut — Oluo Bozado, a skilled asset to the squad who won’t hesitate to brag about his high titan kill count at any chance he gets.

So this was it.

These were the people you spent your life with.

“She doesn’t look injured,” greets Oluo as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Memory loss doesn’t look like anything, Oluo,” Gunther hisses, before perking up at your arrival. “Hey, Lieutenant. How’s it going?”

“Fine, I think,” you greet pleasantly enough, reaching to shake his outstretched hand. “Thanks for letting me come back.”

“The decision was unanimous,” Eld tells you, hopping into the wagon. He spins on a heel to help Petra up first, and she takes her spot across from Captain Levi. Then he holds his hand out to you, smile vacant but there for comradery’s sake.

You accept his help, pulling up to the wagon to sit beside Petra. Gunther rounds the cart to take the right-hand side horse. From your peripheral, you can feel Levi and Hange watching your interactions with the remainder of the team.

“That’s good to hear," you reply. "Petra went through the roll call, but if you wanna introduce yourselves…”

“We heard you remembered Moblit on sight,” Oluo interrupts gruffly, hopping into the wagon once Eld is settled at the head of the group with his hands on the reins. He plops beside Levi, taking up a corner seat.

“Ha, she totally did,” Hange beams with a grin, and you can see Moblit sigh under his breath. “It was kind of crazy to witness in person. She remembered some things with me, too.”

"She did?" Petra asks, awed.

Eld whistles sharply, and the wagon jerks.

You’re leaving.

Sharply you turn to watch the camp grow smaller, its gates closing shut once the Scouts are out of range.

(You’re actually doing this.)

You blink away from it to look ahead. Immediately your eyes connect with Levi's as he stares directly at you.

Your face grows hot at the unspoken energy settling at your boots.

Hange continues, addressing the group. “Our hypothesis will really come into play once we reach the old headquarters. Our objective is to regroup, train with James so she can refamiliarize herself with Commander Erwin’s strategy before the next expedition. Once we're certain she's caught up, then we'll plan to make our way towards the northeast quadrant of Wall Maria. We've yet to explore that part of the walls, and we're certain we can capture new titans for experiments."

"Capturing more?" Petra asks with the smallest of squeaks. "The last two weren't enough?"

"Yes, but that's only part two of the overall plan. Right now, we're focused on rehabilitation James.” They fix their glasses between a pinched thumb and index finger. “The more we spend time with her, the better her memory will get. The better her memory gets, the easier our expeditions will become.”

“As if I want her to remember all the damn dirt she used to have on me,” sours Gunther, laced with a hint of amusement as he rides alongside the cart.

You look over at him, running your tongue against the seam of your lips. “What? Like when I used to kick your ass all the time?”

Gunther gasps, causing Oluo to break out into a surprised laugh.

“Petra told you about that!” Gunther protests.

You shrug a casual shoulder. “Did she?”

You blink back to Levi, who has his head bowed.

(You swear you see the corner of his lip lifted.)

“Oh — c’mon, you didn’t give her any shit about the rest of them? Petra!”

“What?! It felt like pertinent information,” Petra argues back with a giggle. “She just spent a couple of weeks fighting all of the new hopefuls.”

“And how’d that go?” Oluo asks, shifting his weight in his seat to mirror Levi’s casual body language in the cart — he reaches back, draping his arms over the edge of the wagon.

“Yeah, how did you do with combat training, James?” Eld Jinn asks from the front perch.

You shrug. “Well enough, why?”

The blonde snorts, turning his chin over his shoulder. “Because I’d kill to see if you can still go toe-to-toe with the Captain like you used to.”

“Eld,” Petra warns under her breath.

“What?” he squawks.

One by one, you see the remaining pairs of eyes in the cart turn to the conversation to focus on what may come next. Petra’s ginger hair bobs when she leans forward to chastise him.

“That’s inappropriate to request,” Petra argues.

“How’s it inappropriate?” Eld retorts, raising an elbow as he makes the horses turn out onto a main dirt road. “That’s all they did back in the day was fight. It’s been months!”

“We’re not about to haze her.”

“Why not?”

“I could.”

Hange’s eyebrows fly up their forehead, transparent in surprise at the sound of Levi finally speaking up since the wagon’s departure from camp.

You turn your chin to look his way. The captain’s brow raises a tick as his eyes connect with yours.

The wagon goes silent. The only sounds surrounding the Special Ops squad are grunts of horses and the light dips of the wheels against rogue pebbles in the dirt road.

Unable to look away from Levi, a slow smile creeps up your lips. “Is that something we used to do?”

“All the time,” Gunther confirms to the side of the cart while Petra shushes him.

“He’s right,” Levi agrees. “We did.”

Warm spreads through your chest and makes your heart soar. Levi not shutting down Eld’s idea is… good. Great, even. It’s a step in the right direction — right?

Levi said he wouldn’t spell things out for you, but he didn’t discourage others doing it for him. A loophole. You can’t help but widen your smile.

“I’ve spent so much time fighting kids who don’t even know how to hold a proper fist,” you tell him, dropping your hands into your lap to squeeze them together. “Captain: would you be interested, then, to spar when we reach the castle? Be my first real fight.”

A first, even when it’s anything but.

Levi keeps a neutral expression in front of your anticipated comrades.

All eyes shift in tandem from your face to the captain.

“Couldn’t hurt to welcome you properly,” he replies, legs still crossed and arms draped, chest straps on display under his stretched jacket.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Gunther breathes under his breath with a grin. “The Special Ops are back.”

The trek to the castle takes a few hours, but you spend it occupied enough. Between Gunther and Oluo’s constant questions (What was the next group of cadets like? How does memory loss feel? Do you remember when we—?) and Petra’s combative defensiveness to keep you protected from overexertion, the wagon ride back is promising.

Exciting.

Your blood is buzzing with the very real possibility of fighting Levi Ackerman once the group is settled at headquarters.

Anxiety should be hitting you once you reach the familiar sight of the run-down castle, but all you can feel is exhilaration. Anticipation. Like you finally have a worthy opponent who may give little mercy despite your situation.

Hopping off the wagon without the help of Oluo’s hand, you shrug off your Scout jacket and hand it to him to hold instead. He makes a disappointed noise in the back of his throat, tossing the item of clothing over his shoulder.

Levi hops out without help, light on his feet and graceful as he steps around the wagon to walk with you.

“We doing this right now?” he asks, tone bored, offering a sidelong glance to you.

“Absolutely.”

“Are you sure about sparring so soon?” he asks, lower this time.

(If you didn’t know any better, then you would believe his question hits a note of concerned.)

“What, are you afraid I’m going to beat your ass in front of the squad?”

“No,” he answers, matter of fact. “The opposite.”

Eld whistles low when you turn on a heel, walking backwards to grin at Levi. Levi doesn’t return the same excitement nor does he remove his jacket or cravat, but he doesn’t let you out of his sight.

He stalks you to a clearing right in front of the castle, a lopsided circle patch of dirt and weeds.

“Don’t cream your pants,” Levi crudely quips about your growing smile, his fists rising to rest in a defensive stance at his face. “I don't plan to go easy on you.”

“Oh fuck off,” you reply with equal-parts unprofessionalism, prepping your own fists to your face as your right boot shifting, forming the start of a semi-circle in the dirt. “If you did, I’d be mad at you.”

"Hmm."

Your other boot follows, stalking to find your opening.

Where you can strike.

“You got this, James!” Petra chirps from the sidelines where the Special Operations squad awaits, breath baited and muscles tense.

You do.

You’ll take him and show everyone you’re only just a couple steps behind.

You send a sharp right punch to see where it can land, but Levi juts his chin back at a supernatural speed to avoid it.

He could take a counterstrike, but he holds back.

(He’s lying. He’s going easy on you.)

Petra gasps from the sidelines when you throw a combination of a jab and left hook, but Levi ducks and recovers fast. He throws a fist at your gut, but you manage to slide away before his fist can land. There is a gleam of acknowledgement in his eye as you glide past one another. He throws another, but you lean back and avoid the blow.

It’s a dance choreographed and rehearsed so many times that your brain must have lost count, but your body holds its memory in a vice grip.

In truth, you know — know exactly where he’s going to step next, or the exact direction he favors to dip, and the knowledge delights you. Excites you, even, that this feels so…

Natural.

Like you’ve dissected Levi Ackerman until his movements are your own, mirrored and fluid.

Except you get so caught up in the revelation that he manages to land a sharp jab to your arm. You abruptly dip from the painful hit, teeth grit, but you’re light on your feet and quickly avoid additional attacks. You both strike, arms entangling and locking, to the point where you're mere centimeters from the other's face.

“C’mon, James,” he growls under his breath, and you can’t help but smile.

"Banking on an easy win?" you quip, pushing him away with force and ducking a counterattack.

"This isn't a challenge," he assures, stepping around the invisible circle for a reset.

"You sure?" you ask, catching your breath. Your hands flex before curling back into fists. "Pretty sure I see sweat."

"Little shit." He huffs. “If you say so.”

He strikes, but you counter with precision and manage an uppercut straight to his jaw. Levi’s head snaps back, boots faltering on the ground for a brief second.

You feel it: the whites of your eyes alight with pride.

The hit landed.

You can keep up with Captain Levi.

“I do say so,” you coo belatedly, and Levi rubs his jaw.

“Huh,” he hums. “Lucky shot.”

“Are you giving up that ea— shit!”

If he was holding back earlier, then he isn’t doing so now. Levi comes at you with a flurry of limbs, forcing you to expend all your energy to block his advancements. He is lightning fast, focused on you and you alone, and punches with the intent to land.

To win.

Less cocky than before, you dodge his incoming punches and duck at his swings, holding him back but not enough to land hits of your own.

Shit.

He’s going to win.

If you just keep his arms at bay and—

Wait.

From the corner of your eye, you see it: the smirk on his face when he knows he has you wide open at the legs, and when your mouth opens to gasp, he switches technique and sweeps your legs out from under you.

Suddenly you lose balance and become airborne.

“Do you think we’ll ever get to go up there?”

Right in front of your eyes, the sun turns black.

Your back connects with the ground, and it’s as though you’re transported to another world: one that’s dark, devoid of the warmth of the sun.

Overhead you see Levi smirking down at you, but his Scout uniform is nowhere to be found. He greets you with a billowing white shirt cinched at his torso in a burnt orange vest, hair just as floppy but eyes less vacant.

They’re… warm. Amused.

The lines of his war-worn face are all but gone. His eyes still have dark circles, but they’re less prominent. If you didn’t know any better, then you’d call it a near-youthful glow.

(As much as one can get from being a child of the Underground.)

“Gonna stay down there forever?” he asks you, his translucent hand leaving his side to hold a lifeline for you to take.

All it takes is for your hands to connect for the world to shift, transform, and everything echoes.

“Do you think we’ll ever get to go up there?”

“Up there?” It’s Levi’s voice.

He sits in the dirt beside you, dropping unceremoniously to your side with a grunt of discomfort. You're lying in the dirt, wearing an unassuming maroon long-sleeved shirt and dark trousers. You sit up to meet him, stretching your legs out to cross them at the ankles. Without a rhythm, your boots sway.

“You’re worried about going up there?” Levi adds.

“Who isn’t?” you ask him, dropping your chin to your shoulder as you regard him from the side. Scents of damp Earth and leaking cobblestone invade your nostrils. “You can’t really want to spend the rest of your life down here, right?”

"It's a pipe dream, James."

"So? Dream with me for a second."

"You're starting to sound like Isa."

"Is that such a bad thing?" you inquiry. "She wants a chance on the surface as much as the rest of us. Hell, she's been to the staircase. That's further than I've ever gotten."

“They’ll call us freaks,” he bluntly tells you, hooking his skinny wrist between the loop of his thumb and index finger when he drags his knees to his chest. “I’m not exactly keen on going.”

“But we’d eat a lot of amazing food and get a lot of sun — maybe even a tan.” You gasp childishly, leaning in to bump his shoulder with yours. Levi stays put, immobilized by your words. “Imagine us with sunburn? How crazy would that be?”

“So your dream... is to become a tomato?” he flatly asks.

You grin, holding off on a laugh until you can’t stand it. It starts breathy and low so as not to alert the chatter in the cobblestone house behind you, but it bubbles and breaks the seal to a full-blown giggle.

Levi shakes his head, the floppy hair in his face following a delayed second.

“Fucking ridiculous.”

You grin towards him. “What?”

“You. You’re fucking ridiculous,” he interrupts, but something miraculous happens:

His eyes crinkle. His lips curve to a smile.

Suddenly the dream of the sun doesn’t feel as beautiful when you’re looking at him.

“James.”

Levi Ackerman dissolves at your side, and you feel weightless all over again.

Darkness; you want to reach towards the sunlight, but a billowing cloud rushes towards you and knocks you back to the dirt once again.

You cough at the dust clouds around your head, disoriented and confused, until a nonchalant boot digs into your side.

“Get up.”

“But I was just up,” you mumble in protest.

“No, you weren’t.”

When you blink up, you’re met again with the sight of Levi hovering over you. He still wears the same loose white shirt and vest, legs covered in dark trousers and boots, but he looks… even younger than before.

Whereas he could pass as a young adult in his early twenties just a short few minutes ago, he now looks as youthful as a teenager.

You grit your teeth, counting down the seconds. “Actually, I kinda dig it down here.”

“Seriously—?”

You get an idea. A bad one, but an idea nonetheless.

The question that trails in disbelief earns you enough time to reset your approach to fighting him, your hand quick to wrap around his ankle. Pulling as hard as you possibly can, you use your core and sweep his leg so that Ackerman goes airborne.

When his body hits the ground in a nasty thud, you hurry to scramble over him. The bone of your forearm presses into the boy’s neck, causing Levi to grunt with discomfort.

You grin above him as he grimaces.

“Dirty trick,” he spits, but he doesn’t fight it.

In fact, he doesn’t try to escape at all.

You shrug a shoulder, pressing harder onto his windpipe. He sputters, but his face remains just as neutral as ever.

“What’s got you so pissy today?”

“What?” Levi asks from beneath you. His hands curl around your elbow and fist, but he doesn’t push your forearm away just yet.

“You’re moody.” The correction has you laughing gently under your breath, and the sight beneath you? It’s one to behold.

His dark hair frames his face messily, splayed across dirt and gravel. His teeth continue to grind, growl bubbling in his chest, but when he decides to push against your arm, all you do is push harder into his throat. He coughs with a curse.

“I’m — fuck — not.”

“Are too.”

He narrows his eyes. “And I’m letting you win.”

“Are not.”

“Wanna bet?”

Easing up on his windpipe, you crawl off of him and extend a hand to help pull him up to a seated position. Levi begrudgingly takes it, hoisting himself up on the flat of his palm. He angles closer to you, voice low with a feigned warning.

“Thought we didn’t do draws,” he states.

Your forehead drops to his shoulder, lost in a belly laugh when all you want to say is—

“James!”

When you come back to the world, the sun is blocked by a face. Levi barks your name with an intensity that frightens you out of your dreams of the Underground and into the reality of the old headquarters.

Hange hovers over his shoulder. Their glasses are pushed into their hairline where concern etches over every line of their curious face. The uncertain murmurs of the rest of the squad are somewhere behind your head where they observe from a distance.

"Are you alright?" Levi asks with less fervor.

“I’m fine,” you breathe, rolling your neck to look up at Hange.

“Are you? Because you disappeared on us for a second, kid,” Hange tells you, but something squeezes your arm to the point of hurting.

You blink down to the source — Levi white-knuckles a hand around your forearm, holding it steady to the ground. When you meet his eyes once more, he lets go like your body is the temperature of a steaming titan.

"We're not doing that again," he decides for the both of you.

"Wait."

Sitting up on your forearms, the warmth of the sun brings unbridled joy back into your stomach.

"We have to."

"Excuse me?" Levi snaps, eyes narrowing for a split second until it hits — his expression releases built-up tension. "...did you...?"

At first you can only grin, delirious and overjoyed. "...dream of becoming a tomato, one day?"

His face slacks with dumbfounded surprise.

"Is that an inside joke?" Hange whispers in a hiss over his head. "Is tomato code for something?"

"In a way," you reply, but your attention isn't on Hange. You're too busy beaming over at a crouching Levi, who looks at you in way you've never seen before.

He's warworn and childlike, an oxymoron of your own muddled mind, but he knows.

You know he knows, too.

Because you might have finally figured out a plan to — quite literally — knock some sense into you.

Author's Note: Gosh, your theories have been so fun to read! And we only get brief moments with the Scouts, so I sort of took some liberties with their personalities. Your likes, comments, & reblogs have been wonderful! My inbox is open anytime xo

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theearlgreymage · 4 months

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Hello and Welcome to my grand project - May Their Blood Boil

This Fic originally started out as a small idea, meant to be a small birthday present for @ic3-que3n. And then the idea grew, because I love them and wanted to do something BIG. And then I reached out to multiple artists and friends (a complete list of those involved can be found below.) So, now this is a beast (haha) of a project. At the time of this initial posting, I have 70,000 words written for this fic -- my lovely editors and beta readers are helping to make sure each of those words is ready for uploading!!

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Summary

Born in the Underground, Levi has been raised on the fringes of civilization. Never once getting to feel the sunshine on his face. But when one of his closest friend grows sick, the only way to procure the life-saving medicine is to take a dangerous job. One that will lead them above ground. Levi never would have guessed the route this treacherous job would lead them. Raised on the surface, Erwin has lived a life of lies and deception. Knowing more than he should and still nothing at all. He wants, more than anything, to uncover the mysteries that the nobility keep to themselves. Willing to go down a dark road and do whatever it takes to find the answers he seeks. When Levi and Erwin's paths cross, they find themselves inexplicably intertwined. Working together to unravel the lies that Eldia is crumbling beneath. But uncovering the truth will be tricky. The journey dangerous. All the magic in the realm serving as nothing more than a cage. And too often spilling blood is the only way to be set free.

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Fandom | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating | Explicit

Warnings | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships | Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoe, Nanaba/Mike Zacharia

Characters | Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Rod Reiss, Frieda Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman, Erwin Smith's Father, Nile Dok, Dot Pixis, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)

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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months

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Endure XIV: Petra

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: A look into Petra Ral’s thoughts and feelings, as well as what happened after the struggle for Trost.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 8.0k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

Petra Ral always chose to be kind. In a cruel world like this one, kindness was a precious commodity, and so she made the choice every day to wake up and be happy and bright, even as her comrades died around her. She could always be counted on to have a smile on her face and a kind look in her eyes, disguising the worry she felt for her sisters and the fact that only days ago, she had had to arrange her mother’s funeral.

When she found out about what had happened in Trost and the role Y/N and Tullia had played in it, she had nearly broken down. Her mother was gone. She couldn’t lose anyone else. Not again.

“What’s wrong, Petra? Are you scared or something?” Oluo Bozado, one of her fellow members of the Special Ops Squad, said, noticing the way her brow creased imperceptibly as they made their way through Trost, eliminating the remaining titans that remained in the district with ease.

“Not of the titans, idiot. Don’t forget who has more kills between the two of us. No, I’m just worried for my sisters,” she said.

“I thought you only had one sister?” he said.

“Well, Tullia’s my only biological sister, yes, but you know my family adopted Y/N after the fall of Wall Maria. She’s my sister too, and I just hope that they’re both okay,” she said as the two of them landed atop Wall Rose. It seemed the cleanup was over for now; soon, the town would be cleared for reinhabitation.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Tullia’s a Ral, same as you, and Y/N’s the Captain’s favorite, for some reason,” he said, tone noticeably souring as he mentioned how the girl from Shiganshina had been all but adopted by Levi, too.

“I guess you’re right. Well, we’ll find out soon enough,” she said with a sigh.

“Like I said, it’ll all be okay,” he said, patting her on the shoulder comfortingly.

“Right. Come on, I have to get to that trial thing,” she said. Oluo’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“You were invited to the titan’s trial?” he said. She nodded.

“Yeah, the Captain wanted me there.”

“HUH? Why would he invite you and not me?” Oluo said.

“Don’t act so surprised. Like I said, I have more kills than you. Besides, Eren was friends with Y/N before the fall, and he was in the same section of the Cadet Corps as her and Tullia. He might recognize me, or at least my name. Hopefully that’ll help convince him we’re on his side. Or that’s the plan, I’m assuming. I’m not quite sure, to tell you the truth,” Petra said.

All of these things were true, but what she didn’t know was that Levi wanted somebody as kind as she was to be present during the trial. He and Erwin understood that putting a group of scared, explosive people in a room together with a possibly-volatile boy was an accident waiting to happen, and even if Petra did not actively do anything, her mere presence might be enough to settle the people.

She had gained an impressive amount of notoriety amongst the military higher ups in her years as a Scout, though she never paid much attention to this. She was highly skilled, with a kill count second only to Captain Levi, even if most of them were team kills. Yet despite the violence she had witnessed and endured, her cheery demeanor never faltered for an instant. It was a refreshing change from the haunted and depressed soldiers that made up the majority of the Survey Corps.

“Do you think we have a good shot?” Petra whispered as she settled beside Captain Levi, whose face was devoid of emotion as usual.

“Maybe. Depends on how Eren performs. If he can keep his emotions in check? It’s possible,” he said, his arms crossed as he stared at the post where Eren was going to be chained to. Petra shuddered, finding the whole thing altogether very barbaric, although it was a necessary measure. After all, who knew what the boy was capable of? He was a titan, that much was undeniable, hence the restraints.

As she watched, a girl with short, dark hair and a boy with a blond bowl cut filed into the witness stand, their faces grim as they took in the courtroom. This must be Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Arlert, Y/N’s other two friends from Shiganshina. Petra wondered where the girl herself was. Wouldn’t she want to be here for the trial of her best friend? The Y/N she knew would’ve fought tooth and nail to defend Eren, but Petra pushed down her doubts. No doubt these proceedings were highly secretive. Maybe the girl’s presence hadn’t been deemed necessary.

Eren was led into the courtroom and forced to kneel, the chains binding his wrist being secured to the pole. He seemed terrified, and Petra almost felt bad for him.

“Cadet Eren Jaeger. As you are a member of the military, the law dictates that your tribunal must be held as a court martial. Any objections?” Premier Zackly said dully. It was clear he had no interest in what the proceedings were or how they went; it was what made him the perfect, unbiased judge.

“No, sir,” Eren said quietly, hanging his head.

“Hiding your existence has been an impossible job, so we have to decide what must be done moving forward. The regiment that takes custody of you will decide what your future looks like,” the Premier continued. Eren nodded slowly in understanding.

“I am Nile Dok, Commander of the Military Police. I believe that subject Eren Jaeger should be disposed of immediately. Though it is true that he did aid us in defending Trost and turning back the titans’ latest attack —”

“Unacceptable! That rat from hell has defiled the sanctity of our walls!” a pastor from the Church of the Walls interrupted, pointing at Eren. Petra suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and she knew that her comrades and, indeed, most of the people in the room were similarly irritated at his rude interjection and dogmatic way of speaking.

“As the Commander of the Survey Corps,” Commander Erwin said, standing and cutting the pastor off, to everyone’s relief, “I, Erwin Smith, propose that Eren be allowed to join our ranks. We will reinstate him as a full member of the Scouts and use his titan abilities to retake Wall Maria.”

“Commander Pyxis, I believe that the wall in Trost District has been completely sealed?” Premier Zackly said. Commander Pyxis nodded.

“Yes, that’s correct. I do not think its gate will ever be functional again,” he said, gruff voice calm and unbothered. He had always been eccentric, from the stories Petra had heard, but he was as sharp as a tack nonetheless.

“This is bullshit! Our money would be better used sealing all of the gates!” a merchant shouted.

“Squealing louder won’t help your case, pig,” Captain Levi said from beside Petra, his voice still that same cool monotone. Petra fought back a snicker, knowing it would be highly inappropriate at a time like this. Eren looked surprised, turning back to stare at the Captain with wide eyes.

“While we’re reinforcing the gates, the titans aren’t just going to stand idly by, and you’re a fool for thinking they will. Don’t you know that most of our people are struggling just to survive in the little land humanity has left?” Captain Levi continued, causing the merchants to break out in arguments amongst themselves.

“Now, then, Cadet Jaeger, I have a question for you. Can you still be a functional part of the military by controlling your abilities?” Premier Zackly said.

“Yes, sir. I will, sir!” Eren said.

“Oh, really? But it says right here in my report that you attacked fellow cadet Mikasa Ackerman when in your titan form during the battle for Trost. Cadet Ackerman, is this true?” Premier Zackly said. The girl with the dark hair frowned and nodded.

“Yes, it is,” she said. Eren’s face went white, and a pit formed in Petra’s stomach. From the way Y/N had spoken of it, all four of them had been exceptionally close. If the boy had assaulted one of his best friends as a titan, that meant he had no control to speak of.

“However, he also saved everyone’s lives directly after that! You have to balance everything out. An attack on me is nothing compared to all of humanity,” Mikasa pleaded.

“Objection! There is ample evidence that Cadet Ackerman has personal feelings that are coloring her testimony! Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, and a fellow cadet named Y/N L/N, at only nine years old, dealt with three fully grown kidnappers by stabbing them to death!” Commander Dok shouted. There were gasps heard all around, and murmurs broke out. Petra exchanged looks with Levi, who seemed similarly horrified, though he did not show it on his face. Y/N had never told them about this, about any of this. It seemed the meek girl she had known was something more than she could have ever imagined. A killer at only nine years old. What other secrets did she have?

“Where is Cadet L/N now? Her testimony could be valuable,” Premier Zackly said. Petra leaned forward in anticipation. She had been wondering the same thing, after all. Commander Nile frowned, looking at a paper.

“Unfortunately, she was reported dead by Cadet Reiner Braun, who witnessed her getting eaten by a titan,” he said. The room went silent at this. No matter who she had been or what she had done, the loss of a life to the titans was always horrible, and a mere cadet, only a child, was worse still.

Petra felt the world crumbling around her. The ground began to spin, and she gripped onto the wooden railing in front of her lest she fall completely. How could she be dead? How could she be dead? There was no way, there was no way —

Laughter broke out. She looked around wildly, wondering who the hell was laughing at a time like this, only to find that the source of the deranged sound was Eren Jaeger himself.

Everyone watched him as he laughed and laughed, though Petra could not help but note that it was not the sort of laughter that came from a happy child. Instead, he sounded insane. Maybe he was insane. Petra wouldn’t find it too hard to believe.

“You all are fucking sick!” Eren gasped out in between laughs. Petra noticed that Mikasa Ackerman was crying now, her righteous fury from earlier vanished at the news of her friend’s death. Armin Arlert’s eyes were wide with shock and terror, his hands shaking. Eren began to thrash against his chains.

“That was a sick joke!” he screamed. “It’s not funny! Nobody’s laughing here!”

Petra decided not to point out that he was, in fact, laughing.

“It’s not funny,” he repeated, “It’s not funny! She isn’t dead!”

“Cadet Jaeger, please calm yourself. I apologize, but your friend really is dead,” Commander Nile said.

“You’re a liar! You’re a shitty, shitty liar!” Eren said, and now he was crying, too, but his rage overpowered his tears as he continued to try and break free from his bindings, and Petra began to cry as well, because how could her sister be dead?

“This is clear evidence of a titan plot against us! Cadet L/N must have been involved, somehow, and the news of her death and the loss of his co-conspirator have sent Cadet Jaeger into a rage!” Commander Nile said, though even he sounded uncertain at this.

“SHUT UP! You leave her out of this! She was better than me! She was better than all of you!” Eren shouted, his struggles abruptly ceasing as he began to cry in earnest. Petra gritted her teeth to stop a whimper of her own from escaping her mouth.

“Is that an admission of guilt?” Commander Nile said hesitantly. Eren did not respond, too busy sobbing to even form words.

“Petra, I think you should go for this part,” Captain Levi said as he stood, his face grim and sorrow lining his features, both at the pitiful sight of the boy and at the news of the death of the girl that had been the closest thing to a family he had outside of his comrades.

Petra did not argue, racing out of the courtroom, her hand covering her mouth. When she looked back over her shoulder for the last time, she was met with the sight of her captain kicking the grieving boy in the face so hard that his tooth fell out. Bile rose in her throat, and she hurried outside before falling to her hands and knees and vomiting, over and over until her stomach had been emptied, and then she dry heaved some more, tears streaming down her face.

“Petra? What the hell is wrong with you?” Eld Jinn, another member of the Special Ops Squad, said, racing over to where she was kneeling. Beside him were Oluo and Gunther Schultz, all of whom were terrified at seeing her in such a state. Petra was Petra. She didn’t cry. She was happy and gentle and kind and sassy, she comforted others through their grief, but she never, ever cried.

“She’s dead, Eld,” Petra choked out, “She’s dead. How is she dead? How could she do that to me? She said she would live! She promised she would live!”

“Who’s dead?” Gunther said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping away Petra’s tears before dabbing at the corners of her lips. Eld helped her stand, and Oluo handed her a water bottle, which she used to rinse out her mouth, swishing and then spitting. He then gave her a cracker, and she nibbled on it gratefully, allowing it to settle her tumultuous stomach.

“Y/N,” she said as Eld led her away from the mess she had made. Gunther and Eld looked confused, but understanding dawned on Oluo’s face.

“Do you know how?” he said.

“Fellow cadet saw her get eaten,” Petra said, feeling sick again at the thought of the girl’s final moment. Had she screamed for help? Had she thought of Petra, had she waited for her older sister to come save her? Petra cursed herself for not being fast enough this time. She was a failure. All of those titan kills meant nothing when she couldn’t even protect the people she loved.

“I’m so sorry, Petra,” Oluo said, his normal smug demeanor dropping as genuine sadness filled his face. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not fair,” Petra sniffed, “She was only a kid.”

Nobody was more acquainted with the unfairness of the world than Petra Ral was, unfortunately. Nobody besides, perhaps, Eren Jaeger.

“I can’t believe we actually got custody of the brat,” Oluo said as they got on their horses, Eren riding in between him and Petra as they went towards the old Survey Corps Headquarters, where the titan shifter would be detained.

To Petra’s surprise, Eren was utterly silent the entire ride as they made their way to the castle. He ignored Oluo’s jabs and Eld’s attempts at humor entirely, not even dignifying them with a laugh or nod. Y/N had always described him as energetic and outgoing, but the boy in front of Petra was silent and cold, his face serious and stoic.

“Hey, Eren, are you alright?” Petra said in worry. He turned to her, his expression still blank, as if he had lost the ability to feel anything.

“They didn’t let me visit her grave. I’m a monster that doesn’t deserve to say goodbye to my best friend, you know,” he informed her before refocusing his attention on Captain Levi’s back, making it clear that he was not in the mood to speak anymore. The members of the Special Ops Squad exchanged looks, simultaneously agreeing to remain silent for the rest of the trip.

As they had all been expecting, Captain Levi put them to work cleaning almost as soon as they got there. Petra assigned herself to be Eren’s personal babysitter, watching him sweep with ruthless efficiency as she wiped the windows down.

“She was my sister, you know,” Petra offered as a sort of olive branch, a way to connect with the boy. Eren looked up at her with tired, dead eyes, before he nodded.

“Yeah, she was. Thanks for saving her back in Shiganshina. At least I got to have her back for a little while, but I guess all dreams end eventually.”

He did not speak again.

After the entire fiasco with the titan arm he had accidentally generated, he only became more withdrawn from the rest of the squad, despite their best efforts to befriend him and make up for their error. As Captain Levi escorted him to his jail cell in the basement of the castle, Petra felt an uneasiness bubble in her.

What Eren needed was closure, a way to say goodbye to his friend and a reason to trust the squad. Luckily, she had the perfect idea to obtain all three of those things. Unluckily, it was highly illegal, and if Captain Levi or any of the other higher ups found out she was doing this, she’d be fired immediately and then jailed, provided she didn’t get eaten by the boy’s titan form first.

“Psst, Eren. Wake up,” Petra hissed, sliding her key into the lock and allowing the cell door to swing open. Eren sat up immediately, rubbing at his eyes, and Petra wondered if he had even been asleep.

“What’s the matter? Am I in trouble?” he said. She shook her head and raised her finger to her lips.

“No. Be quiet, I’m not supposed to be doing this,” she said. A faint light of curiosity entered Eren’s eyes, the first emotion besides sadness and anger that she had seen from the boy since Commander Dok had announced Y/N’s death.

He followed after her dutifully as she snuck into the stables, saddling their horses and then gesturing for him to get on. He did so, waiting for her to do the same, probably confused why she was sneaking him out to go on a ride in the middle of the night.

They rode down the road in silence for a while, the moon guiding their way. Eren seemed soothed by the silvery light, closing his eyes and allowing it to wash over his face, the soft breeze blowing his hair back like some long-lost lover was running her fingers through it.

“Where are we going?” he said after a moment.

“Just a little bit more,” Petra said instead of responding, turning her horse onto a dirt road and continuing down it a little farther before halting and sliding off, motioning for Eren to do the same. He obliged, tying his horse next to Petra’s and then giving her an inquisitive look.

“Will you tell me now? You’re risking everything to do this, I really don’t understand what could be so important,” he said.

“This is the Ral family graveyard. Y/N’s headstone is over there. Obviously, her casket is empty, but…” she trailed off, pointing to a granite headstone and then handing Eren a single pink camellia. He stared at the flower in surprise.

“You can give it to her. She likes flowers,” she said. He took the flower in his hands before walking over to the headstone and kneeling in front of it. Petra stood a few steps away: close enough that if he went rogue, she could handle him immediately, but still giving him at least the illusion of privacy.

Placing the camellia down on the ground, Eren was silent for many minutes, simply reading and rereading the inscription on the headstone. Then, he reached out and traced it with his index finger, and this was enough for the dam to break. A single tear slipped down his cheek, and then another, and another, until he was crying again, the death of his best friend finally sinking in.

It was not a violent, deranged sort of mental breakdown, the way it had been in the courtroom. This was no insane titan shifter, no danger to humanity or creature from hell. This was just a boy experiencing grief, and Petra knew that emotion all too well.

“I’m such an idiot,” he whispered, clenching his fists, tearing up the grass around him, “Oh, Sina, I’m such a fucking idiot.”

He hung his head, tears dripping onto the soil as he hiccuped and cried. Without even turning around, he began to speak, though this time, it was directed at Petra.

“I used to tell her all of the time, you know, about how much I loved the moon. The moon. The walls-damned moon. She was the moon!”

“You guys weren’t just best friends,” Petra realized. Eren chuckled bitterly.

“I don’t know how she felt about me...but no. No, she was never just my best friend. From the moment we met, I knew she wasn’t just my best friend. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, she was instead, but it wasn’t my friend. I was a dumb kid, but not so dumb. I was smart enough to know that people don’t want to kiss their friends. People don’t want to marry their friends,” he said.

Petra knew what, exactly, she was instead. The boy in front of her was hopelessly, desperately in love with a dead girl, reciting vows to an empty grave.

“She was the moon and the stars all in one; she was the soft green of summer grass and the pink rosebuds that bloomed in spring. Walls-fucking-damnit, why didn’t I tell her? I tried so many times, and I kept chickening out. Why, Petra? Why am I such a coward? And now I’ll never get that chance, because she’s gone again! She keeps leaving me! It isn’t fair, it isn’t fair, it isn’t fair!” he ranted through his tears.

“Nothing about this world is fair,” Petra agreed softly.

“She had long hair that curled at the ends, and pretty eyes, like the stars.”,” he said before squeezing his eyes shut like he was trying to remember something, “When she smiled, the whole world paused for a moment to stare at how lovely it was. She was just like that.”

“She did have a nice smile,” Petra said.

“The nicest. I want it to be the last thing I see when I die,” he said.

“Well, don’t go making any big plans of dying anytime soon,” she said with a frown.

“I won’t. I have to live. Who else is going to remember what she looks like if not me?” he said before his eyes widened, “No, Petra, what if I forget? I can’t forget, I can’t, say I won’t, please.”

“You won’t. You won’t ever forget the face of someone you loved that much,” she said, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes again before laboriously standing.

“We should get back before we’re caught,” he said.

“You’re right. We can come back again soon, if you want,” she said.

“Tomorrow?” he said. Though the thought of another night with minimal sleep was hardly appealing, Petra could not help but nod.

“Tomorrow.”

They left the grave behind for the night, though Eren turned back for one final glance, just in time to watch the wind carry away the camellia he had left, blowing it away into the distance.

Somehow, they were able to continue visiting the grave without getting caught. On some days, Eren would tell Y/N about his day and how it was going and what being a Scout was like. On others, he would just sit there in silence, sometimes crying, sometimes not. Petra cried often, too, missing the girl almost as much as he did.

Without fail, each visit, they would bring her flowers: pink camellias from Eren and sunflowers from Petra. The grave began to resemble a botanical garden, but that didn’t stop the two Scouts from adding more and more. She had always liked flowers, anyways.

“Do you think any of your friends will join the Scouts, Eren?” Eld said as the Special Ops Squad waited for the new recruits to arrive. The boy shrugged.

“Mikasa and Armin, probably. Tullia will,” he said.

“Three? What a group!” Oluo said.

“Better than zero,” Petra snapped. Oluo considered this before deciding that she was, most likely, right.

But to everyone’s shock, it was not just three new recruits that came trotting into Headquarters. There were eleven of them.

“Jean? You didn’t join the MPs?” Eren seemed confused. A boy with ash-blond hair slid off of his horse and gave Eren a dull look.

“I watched a little girl die in my arms. Y/N died, too, and she was one of the best of us. I want revenge for them both, and I won’t get that in the military police,” he said coldly. Eren nodded at this in satisfaction.

“Then we’re finally on the same side.”

“PET!” a familiar voice screamed, and suddenly, Petra was being tackled by an affectionate blonde whirlwind. She let out a laugh of surprised delight, throwing her arms around her little sister.

“Hey, baby T,” she said, hugging her close, fearing that if she let go, Tullia would be the one she lost next.

Besides Tullia and Jean, their fellow cadets Sasha Braus, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Marco Bodt, Connie Springer, Ymir, Krista Lenz, Mikasa Ackerman, and Armin Arlert joined the Scouts as well — a solid group of cadets, almost all of them having been in the top ten, and those that weren’t still being incredibly talented anyways. It was unheard of for so many exceptional trainees to join the Scouts, but Petra knew that the events of Trost and Y/N’s death had changed things for all of them.

It was obvious in the way Jean’s eyes were a little hollow, and Tullia’s grin seemed almost forced, at times. Reiner was flighty, prone to startling easily, and Bertholdt was even worse. Marco, Connie and Sasha laughed loudly to distract themselves from their grief, but the sound had no substance behind it. Ymir and Krista were both quiet and reserved, while Armin and Mikasa never smiled, not even when they were reunited with Eren.

And Eren was the worst of them all. He had a defeated air about him. While the death of his mother had fuelled his rage and thirst for justice, the death of his best friend had cooled that blade, sharpening its edge until he became a deadly and precise weapon with no wielder. Petra could tell that he wanted to get revenge on all of the titans, and then he wanted to die. It was a sad existence, and she wished she could help him, but he was beyond help. The only two people that could save him from his dark thoughts were the very ones that caused them.

The time came for the Survey Corp to go on their 57th Expedition beyond the walls, to test Eren’s new abilities out. Petra had never been so nervous for an expedition as she was for this one. Her baby sister would be somewhere all alone (or, well, not alone, as she’d have Jean faithfully by her side), and what if something happened to her? Petra had to trust her skills, but she couldn’t help feeling terrified. She couldn’t go through the pain of losing someone. Not again.

It started off normal; entirely, completely, normal. They dodged whatever titans they could, not engaging unless it was necessary. Small sparklings of hope began to glimmer in Petra’s body like tiny stars. Perhaps they would actually make it. Perhaps things would be okay, for once.

She should’ve known better than to hope for anything at this point. Black flares shot up from the right flank (oh, Sina, where was Tullia again? Not in the right flank, please not in the right flank), and a few moments later, a Scout whose name she could not recall in her panic came galloping up alongside Captain Levi, whose face and demeanor were as calm as ever.

“Captain! The right flank has been wiped out by a Female Titan!” he shouted.

“I see. Does the Commander know?” Captain Levi said coolly, even as Petra began begging every entity, all three walls and every god she could think of, to make sure Tullia was okay.

Anything, please, I’ll give up anything. Just don’t take her from me.

“No, sir, you were closer so I came to tell you first,” he said. Captain Levi nodded before shifting back slightly to Petra, whose hazel eyes were filled with tears as morbid, terrible thoughts raced through her head.

“Petra, go tell Commander Erwin what’s going on and then report back with what he says,” Captain Levi commanded. She gave the rest of her squad a worried look before nodding and galloping off in the direction of the Commander’s wagon.

Tullia, please be okay. You have to be okay.

“Why the hell are we going into a forest?” Eren muttered.

“Open your eyes, Jaeger. Take a look at all of these big-ass trees,” Captain Levi said. At this Petra almost laughed. Oh, how she adored his sharp tongue and dry humor, lightening even the worst of situations, lightening even this situation.

“It’s the perfect environment for ODM gear,” Petra explained kindly when Eren still seemed confused at what the ‘big-ass trees’ had to do with anything. Understanding dawned on his face before he frowned again.

“Then why aren’t we switching to our ODM gear?” he said. Petra did not have an answer to this, so she turned to Captain Levi, who did not respond, pushing his horse onward.

“We just have to trust the Captain. Don’t think that you know better than him,” Oluo said as the ground began to shake.

The Female Titan was here. Every hair on the back of Petra’s neck stood up as she heard the thudding footsteps of the massive humanoid monster. Chancing a glance back, she noticed a few of her comrades leap from the trees and attempt to kill the titan, but she just swatted them away like they were flies, their blood staining the trees they crashed against.

Petra turned her face forward. There was no sense in looking back; there never was.

This was a lesson Eren had not yet learned, despite all that he had gone through. He continued to stare back at the Scouts that fell against the Female Titan, an unidentifiable emotion building in his once-sweet face.

“We have to help them! Captain, if anybody can kill her, it’s the Levi Squad! Why are we just running away like cowards? Innocent Scouts are dying!” he said.

“They knew what they were getting into when they signed up for this job. We will continue to ride forwards,” Captain Levi responded.

“But why? What’s the point? We can’t outrun her!” Eren argued.

“Ride on, Jaeger,” Captain Levi said. Petra frowned. Privately, she agreed with Eren, though she would never voice it. Besides, she trusted her superior officers. There was no way she could’ve gotten this far without doing such a thing.

“Those Scouts have families! They have people that love them! And you think we should just let them die?” Eren said, still watching as the Female Titan crushed the Scouts as if they were insects.

“Keep your face forwards,” Eld advised Eren, “There’s nothing we can do. Just trust the Captain.”

“Nothing we can do?” Eren mused, his voice thoughtful as he stared at his left hand, “I suppose there’s nothing you can do, true. But there’s something I can do.”

“No! Eren, you’re not allowed to transform without permission or unless it’s a dire emergency!” Petra said as she realized what he planned on doing. He gave her a dull look.

“Is this...not a dire emergency? At the rate things are going, the entire Scout Regiment will be wiped out,” he said.

“Trust in us and the Captain!” she insisted.

“I won’t blame you if you transform, Eren,” Captain Levi said, “It’s the kind of choice we all have to make eventually. What will you do? Will you choose to rely on your comrades or on yourself? There isn’t a right or wrong answer. You just have to pick whatever you’ll regret the least. Truth be told, I’ve never known what’s better. But the time to decide is now. Make your choice, and hope it turns out the way you want it to.”

Eren stared at his hand contemplatively, and fear shot through Petra. He couldn’t transform; she didn’t know why, but she knew that if he did, he would ruin things horrendously.

As the final group of Scouts prepared to attack the Female Titan and the rest of the Special Operations Squad stared at Eren with bated breath, Petra realized that she was the only one that could convince the boy to not become a monster.

“Eren, you don’t have to trust anyone else, but you must know that you can trust me!” she said. Everyone gave her confused looks, except for the Captain, who continued on like nothing was happening.

“What are you talking about, Petra?” Eld said. She ignored him, giving Eren a beseeching look.

“Come on, Eren, it’s me, Petra. I snuck you out of your jail cell every night to visit Y/N, remember? I did it because I believed you deserved a chance to say goodbye to her! I trusted you! She trusted you! Please, repay us back. Repay me back. Repay her back. Trust in your comrades!” she said, knowing that this was an admission of guilt to a grave sin. Once this expedition was over, she had no doubt that she’d face consequences for her actions, but for now, she just wanted to make it back alive.

“You did what?” Oluo shrieked.

“It’s a moot point now, but he is right, you know. That was dangerous of you, Petra. What if he transformed into a titan?” Gunther said. Petra kept her eyes firmly on Eren, who was looking back at her, wide-eyed.

“But he didn’t. I trusted him not to, just like I trust he won’t now,” she said. Eren closed his eyes in pain, and as the Scouts launched themselves at the Female Titan in one final, desperate attack, he shifted so that he was facing forwards, ignoring the sickening crack of bones snapping into a thousand pieces and the moans of pain that left the fallen soldiers as their broken forms crumpled to the ground.

“Did I make the right choice? Do you think she would be proud of me?” he said as they galloped down the forested path, the Female Titan nearing them, reaching out as they pushed ever faster.

There was a loud, explosive sound, and, craning her neck, Petra saw the Female Titan stuck in an elaborate netted trap, Commander Erwin looking down on her in disdain, though there was fascination in his features, too. So this had been the plan all along. She wondered if Captain Levi had known the whole time; judging by the unfazed look on his face, he must have.

“Yeah! See, Eren? That’s the power of the Survey Corps!” Oluo cheered in relief.

“Told you you should’ve trusted us,” Eld said smugly, though Petra could tell by the way his shoulders sagged that he hadn’t been as sure of himself as he was pretending to be.

“Eren...thank you. And for what it’s worth, I think she would be proud,” Petra said. The faintest hint of a smile crossed the boy’s face as they continued to ride through the forest.

“You can switch to ODM gear now. I’m going to go help deal with that Female Titan. Eld, you’re in charge. One of you, take care of my horse for me,” Captain Levi said, standing on his still-moving horse’s back and then taking off back in the direction they had come from.

Reaching the treetops and perching on a wide branch, the members of the squad took a moment to breathe. Petra unscrewed the cap of her water bottle, taking a sip and then offering it to Eren, who gave her a grateful smile and accepted it.

“Quit babying him, Petra. He’s a big boy,” Oluo sniffed haughtily.

“You’re just upset she’s not babying you instead,” Eld said with a snicker.

“Not so!” Oluo said.

“Aww, come here, Oluo. I’ll feed you all of your meals,” Gunther sang, poking his friend in the arm.

“Next you’ll be offering to swaddle him,” Eren said, a faraway look in his eyes as he reminisced over some memory from long ago.

“I mean, anything for a comrade, I guess,” Gunther said, shrugging, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as Oluo began to sputter indignantly. Petra watched and chuckled fondly. The overwhelming feeling of being alive was so all-consuming and wonderful that it made the best of them a little silly at times.

“Moving on, Eren, what did you think of your first expedition?” Eld said in an attempt to keep the peace.

“I think that there were ulterior motives behind it. The Commander must believe there’s a spy or something in our ranks. That’s why the Captain didn’t tell us what was going on until the trap had been deployed. Only the veterans from before the walls fell were privy to that knowledge,” Eren said, lounging against the tree trunk almost lazily, though his entire body was in truth tense.

“Are you suggesting that the Captain doesn’t trust us?” Oluo snapped.

“Kind of,” Eren said.

“You’re wrong!” Petra said, offended that he would even think such a thing. Eren shrugged, and Eld furrowed his brow.

“He might be. Still, it all adds up together a little too perfectly, doesn’t it? I mean, I think the higher ups were in the right. I don’t like it any more than you do, but it remains that there is a spy. How else was the Female Titan able to find us? She was after Eren, specifically, but she shouldn't have known where we were located in the formation. It’s a dicey situation. Of course, I trust all of you, so that’s not an issue, but you can’t really blame the Captain for being cautious,” Eld said.

“Eld’s right. We’ve fought together for years, so of course we know that we can trust each other, but nobody else has that same level of faith in us. We can hardly blame them, and we can hardly blame ourselves. It just is what it is,” Gunther said. Petra still felt apprehensive about this, though she nodded slowly in agreement.

Call it naivety, call it innocence, call it foolishness. Regardless of the name assigned to this particular aspect of Petra Ral, it remained a part of her, as indelible and identifying as her strawberry blonde hair and her titan-slaying skills. She trusted easily, preferring to put her faith and her whole self in the hands of the people she surrounded herself with. Why else had she devoted herself so completely to Captain Levi? Why else had she snuck Eren out, night after night? It had not failed her yet, and so she continued to trust her friends near-blindly. To find out that the very people she trusted so much did not trust her back was soul-crushing to the Scout. She felt like she had failed, somehow, though as Gunther said, it wasn’t really anybody’s fault besides the crappy situation the world had placed them in.

Somewhere in the distance, a green flare went off. This was the signal, wasn’t it? She turned to ensure that the rest of her squad had seen it. Judging by the excitement building on Oluo’s face and the determination on Eld’s; the way Gunther’s lips curved into a soft grin and even Eren offered a tired smile, they had.

“That’s the Captain. Well, boys, and Petra of course, looks like it’s time to go home,” Gunther said, rolling his shoulders.

“Home,” Petra agreed, “and then we can take a nice long break.”

“Nice long break in jail for you, missy,” Oluo said.

“Oh, right,” she said, crestfallen.

“Do you regret it?” Eren said, and she knew what her answer was without even having to think about it.

“No, not one bit.” And how could she? It was because of her actions that the Survey Corps had managed to capture the Female Titan, that Eren hadn’t transformed into his titan to battle her. Yet even if that hadn’t been the case, she knew she would never have regretted it. Because Petra Ral always chose to be kind, and there was a brave sort of kindness in choosing to disobey her orders and help a grieving boy. The nights he had spent, staring at Y/N’s grave and the moon and the flowers they brought for her...she knew that it would’ve been a cruel and inhumane thing to deny those from him.

Cruel and inhumane. Despite her kindness, Petra knew a thing or two about cruel and inhumane. It was cruel and inhumane that her comrades had to die on expeditions. It was cruel and inhumane that children had to join the army, beginning their training at only twelve years old. And it was cruel and inhumane that somebody had impersonated Captain Levi and killed Gunther. Not just anybody, as a crack of lightning struck the shadowed figure: the Female Titan. Commander Erwin’s plan had failed.

“Eren, get back! She wants you, so do not let her get you! We’ll take care of her,” Eld said. Eren looked conflicted, but Petra gave him an encouraging nod. He frowned at this but hung back. Thusly comforted that he would be safe, the remaining three members of the squad prepared to engage the titan shifter.

At first, things went well. They went really, truly well. Eld distracted her, and while she was focused on him, Petra and Oluo burst from the smoke and each took out one of her eyes, blinding her completely. The titan fell backwards against a tree, her hands going up to protect her nape as she collapsed.

There was only one thing on their minds as they began to slash at her massive form: payback. For Gunther, for all of the Scouts she had killed, the Special Operations Squad would get payback.

I’m going to kill you where you sit, you bitch.

The three of them had worked together for so long that they did not even need words to communicate; their mere thoughts were linked. Without hesitation, they cut at her shoulders, knowing that once her arms fell off, they’d have a clean shot at her nape. A grim sort of satisfaction filled Petra as she repeatedly dug her blades into the titan’s skin. This was what she was meant to be doing with her life. This was why she was a Scout.

The titan’s arms fell limply by her sides. It was time.

“Go for the neck!” Eld shouted, as if they would’ve done anything else.

“Take out the muscles supporting her head!” Oluo roared in agreement.

“We’ll chop our way to the nape!” Petra said firmly, unsheathing a new pair of blades.

As Eld shot towards the Female Titan’s nape, one bright blue eye opened wide, and in a split second, before either of them could move, could even think, she had chomped down, biting him in half and tossing his worthless corpse aside.

“ELD!” Petra shrieked. No, no, Eld was their leader, Eld was her brother, how the hell had Eld fallen? She began to race backwards in retreat, panic clouding her mind and tears clouding her vision.

“How can you see again?” she screamed at the titan, who stared at her with a soulless eye.

“You focused your regeneration on just one eye? That’s impossible! What the hell?” Petra said.

“Petra, focus! Pull yourself together!” Oluo shouted, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t. The world had gone to hell, and Petra Ral, for once in her life, had no idea what to do but scream and cry in fear. Was this what Y/N had felt like?

“PETRA!” Oluo shrieked as the Female Titan drew her foot back before kicking Petra into a tree.

Petra felt her spine crack. She heard Oluo and Eren’s anguished cries as they went to get revenge for her. She tasted blood on her tongue and smelled death, acrid, pure death as she lay prone against the bark of the giant tree.

Petra Ral always chose to be kind. Because of this, her mind chose to grant her one last kindness in her death. As the life seeped from her body, a sort of illusion or hallucination appeared to ease her into the next life.

“Petra,” a soft voice said, tugging at her skirt. It was a little girl, no older than five, with blonde hair in two pigtails and large, pear-green eyes.

“Tullia? What are you doing here?” Petra said in confusion. Hadn’t she just been flying around on the ODM gear? But...something had happened, though she could hardly remember what.

“I’m not here. You just think I am,” the child said seriously.

“Well, why do I think you’re here?” Petra said, stretching luxuriously, feeling her muscles relax.

“Your mind came up with this to help soothe you as you die,” Tullia said.

“I’m dying?” Petra didn’t feel like she was dying. She felt quite wonderful, indeed.

“Yes,” Tullia said.

“Oh. That’s sad,” Petra said.

“Is it?” Tullia said in a voice far too wise for her young age. Petra considered this before shrugging.

“Not for me. I guess it’s sad for everyone I left behind, though,” she said.

“I guess it is. You’ll watch over me, won’t you Petra?” Tullia said.

“Of course I will. I’m your big sister,” Petra said, hugging the girl tightly. Unbidden, a tear rolled down her cheek as she held her little sister for the last time.

“I can’t go with you,” Tullia said as Petra stood and stared at a path that wound through a field of sunflowers.

“I know,” Petra said, “But I have to go anyways. I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Not too soon, I hope,” Tullia responded with a small laugh.

“Right. You stay alive. You’ll take care of everyone for me?” she checked.

“I will,” Tullia said. Petra hesitated for a second, though she knew she shouldn’t have, knew she should let go of the world she was leaving behind.

“Promise? Levi likes strawberry green tea, even though he would never admit it, so you have to pretend that you just made extra and make him drink with you. Eren needs to go and visit Y/N’s grave every night, oh and make sure you bring her flowers, she likes those —”

“Petra,” Tullia interrupted her gently, “It’s time for you to rest. We’ll be okay. You’ve done your duty to the world.”

The girl reached up to kiss her on the forehead, and Petra was struck by the tenderness of the gesture. She clasped her sister’s tiny hand in her own and squeezed it, overcome with a strange urge to never let it go.

“This isn’t goodbye forever. Just until we meet again,” Petra said.

“That’s right. Say hi to mommy for me,” Tullia said.

“Yeah, I will. And, Tullia?” Petra said.

“Yes?” she said, her form beginning to go fuzzy around the edges as Petra’s mind began to slow.

“I’m really proud of you. You were the best sister I could have ever asked for. I know you’re not really here, but I hope you know that.”

“I think I do,” Tullia said.

“Well, I think it’s time. I’ll be seeing you, baby T.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Pet.”

She began to walk down the sunflower-lined path, a blinding gold creeping into the corners of her vision. A small bird swept down, chirping at her. She let out a delighted laugh and began to run after it, pure, unadulterated joy filling her as she sprinted into the light.

Back on Earth, Petra Ral died, lips curved into a gentle smile, her face tilted up to meet the sky.

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voidclrx · 3 years

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original levi squad nsfw links

original levi squad x fem!reader

type : requested nsfw links

tw : cunnilingus, nipple play, sex toy, riding, cuddle sex, teasing, slight cum play

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petra ral

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eld jinn

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gunther schultz

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oluo bozado

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opxscenarios · 5 years

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can I please please PLEASE request some general headcanons for Oruo (sfw and nsfw?) because there are barely any in existence and your writing paired with my disaster boy would send me straight to heaven

Of course, you can! I tried my best because I know what it’s like to not find something about your fav characters! I hope you will like it dear anon! (also, I combined these two asks, so I hope it’s okay! If not, please send me another ask!)

Oluo Bozado

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His s/o is probably going to be jealous of Petra, at first. They will not admit it, because the poor girl did nothing, and they don’t want to make Oluo more…cocky then he already is. But, he will notice after some time and he’s going to tease them to hell. Also why his s/o didn’t want to tell him

“Are you jealous of Petra? You know, I understand, I’m a very handsome man, so it’s only normal that she’s going to have a crush on me.”

They will probably roll their eyes at this and tell him that he’s just stupid but they can’t help feeling insecure. What if Oluo found Petra more attractive? What if he realized that she was better than them?

His s/o didn’t want to phrase their thoughts, but Oluo noticed that something was wrong. He decided to not say anything at first, but when he saw their gloomy expression, he couldn’t help feeling bad.

“Hey, you know it was just a joke, right? She’s head over heels for Captain Levi. And even if it was true, you’re the only one that I love and Petra is nothing compared to you.”

The last sentence was said in a whisper, but they still heard it. Oluo was trying to hide his blush when he saw his s/o smile at him.

Lots of teasing between him and his s/o. They are not going to let him live every time he bites his tongue and will makes fun of him for copying Levi.

“You know, sometimes I think you love Levi more than me. I can’t blame you, though.” “What does this mean? Are you implying that you prefer Levi over me?” “Not at all.”

They also tease him about his wrinkles, telling him that he’s an old man and all, but if they ever see him bothered by it, they’ll stop on the spot.

His s/o doesn’t hesitate to tell him they love him and that he’s handsome and Oluo loves it. He’s always acting so tough and all, but nobody ever said so many sweet things to him like that.

He tries to do the same, but he’s really awkward at first. He’s always stumbling on his words and what’s supposed to be a compliment become most of the time the opposite. He feels like the worst partner in the world, but his s/o knows he doesn’t do it on purpose and it’s quite entertaining.

However, what makes his s/o’s heart melt is when he tells them how he truly feel, without thinking how to phrase it beforehand. There are days when he finds them so beautiful that he can’t help but say it and it’s so honest that his s/o can only love him more.

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His s/o will always tell him when they want him. No matter where they are or what they are doing, if they want him, they’ll do everything to make him snap.

Nothing turns him on more than his s/o whispering in his ear that they really need him right now.

Honestly, having a dominating s/o is truly so exciting to him. He didn’t think of himself as submissive, quite the contrary but oh boy he was wrong.

Oluo can’t help but gulp when seeing them on top of him, riding him so good and so well.

He tries his best to cover his moans because it’s embarrassing but his s/o is too good at what they’re doing for him to be silent.

Loves it when they praise him, telling him he’s a good boy and that he’s doing very well. Honestly, anything coming out of their mouth is making him blush and more aroused (which he thought was impossible).

He’s very docile and listens to each of their orders. His s/o likes to tease him about it, but he knows they love it and that he will be rewarded so he doesn’t mind.

Oluo loves to please his s/o, more than anything in the world. He will go down on them for hours, and when they tug at his hair, moaning loudly, he’s more than happy.

His s/o knows how to make him beg, and will deny his orgasm every time he’s close. By the end, he’s a panting mess, imploring his s/o to let him come.

When they are done, he can’t stop telling them how much he loves them and that they are a blessing to him.

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jokerrenren · 2 years

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Attack on Titan Valentine’s Day Special: Veterans

To go along with the other post that I made, here’s the veterans (just Erwin, Levi, and some guys from the Levi Squad. If I have more time after Valentine’s Day, I’ll make some more for the other vets). I know that some of them are short, but I swear I’m not biased. I didn’t have any ideas.

┊𝙑𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨┊

ღ 𝗘𝗿𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵 ღ

ꕥ Your new job was shit and so was the company.

ꕥ You joined because it was the only place that was hiring.

ꕥ You didn't think that it was going to be that bad...

ꕥ But you were extremely wrong.

ꕥ They were understaffed and all the work was poured onto you.

ꕥ You come home and to your surprise, the door was already unlocked.

ꕥ You husband, Erwin Smith, was a CEO of a huge company, but when you asked if you could join his company, he didn't have any good position for you.

ꕥ You open the door and see all the lights were off.

ꕥ At first, you were scared that someone was trying to rob you.

ꕥ You turn on the lights and see that there was a note on the table next to the sofa.

ꕥ You read it and it said, "Y/N, if you're reading this, you most likely just came home. I have a surprise for you. Go upstairs into our bedroom to find out more. ~Your lovely husband."

ꕥ Dropping your things, you walk up the stairs into the shared room that you shared with your husband.

ꕥ On the nightstand, you see another note from Erwin.

ꕥ "Looks like you found the second note! Good job, love! I knew that you could do it. In your closet, there's a new dress that I had bought for you. Go put it on and look for another note somewhere else in this room. You can do it! ~Erwin"

ꕥ You open your closet and a f/c colored dress was in there. You smiled and took it out.

ꕥ You quickly put it on and look for the third note. Finally, you had found it on the window.

ꕥ The note read, "Look outside."

ꕥ You open the window and you see Erwin's car parked on the street behind your house and Erwin standing in front of it with flowers and gifts in hand.

ꕥ Erwin waves his hand, signaling you to come outside.

ꕥ You race down the stairs and out the back door.

ꕥ Erwin put the flowers down on the car hood and opened his arms wide for you to jump in.

ꕥ You jump into Erwin's arm. He spun you a little bit and pulls you tighter and closer to him.

ꕥ He puts you down and kisses your forehead.

ꕥ "Why did you do all of this?"

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

ꕥ Erwin hands you the flowers that were on the car hood and a small box that was with it too.

ꕥ You take the gifts and open the box.

ꕥ Inside was a small bracelet with the letter E.

ꕥ You look up at Erwin, who was rolling down his sleeve, showing you that he was wearing the same bracelet with your initial.

ꕥ "You didn't..."

ꕥ "I know that you wanted to get something like this for a while, so I decided to buy it."

ꕥ "But you don't like wearing these kinds of things!"

ꕥ "You're right. I don't, but it makes you happy, so I decided to buy it. It's Valentine's Day, why not?"

ꕥ "I got something for you too! Let me go inside to get it."

ꕥ "Alright, hurry up though. I have a dinner reservation for us."

ꕥ "You do too much for me, Erwin."

ꕥ You run back inside to your house and grab a small wrapped box and run back out to where Erwin was standing.

ꕥ You hand Erwin the box and he opens it.

ꕥ He takes out the gold watch that you had bought him and puts it on his wrist.

ꕥ "Well? Do you like it?"

ꕥ "No, I don't like it."

ꕥ Your heart sank hearing that. Your smiling face disappeared. "Oh..."

ꕥ "I don't like it. I love it."

ꕥ Your face brightens up again and you smile at him.

ꕥ "Really? I took a while picking it out so I really hope you like it!"

ꕥ "Of course I do. Now, let's get going. We don't want to be late for our reservation."

ꕥ You get into Erwin's car and he drives you out to a fancy restaurant that you haven't even seen before.

ꕥ "Erwin, this place looks really expensive. Are you sure we're eating here?"

ꕥ "Trust me, love. We're at the right place. We're going inside now. Let's go."

ꕥ You both get out of the car and inside the fancy restaurant. Everything inside looked expensive and fancy. It was all unusual to you.

ꕥ Erwin walks up to the front desk and said to the lady there, "Hi, I have a reservation. The name is Erwin Smith."

ꕥ "Ah, yes sir. You're table should be on the top. Follow this guy and he should lead you to your table."

ꕥ A waiter came and grabbed some menus and led you to your table.

ꕥ You kept going up the stairs until you had finally reached the roof, where there were only a few tables and even fewer people.

ꕥ "Here's your table. Have a great meal and Happy Valentine's Day."

ꕥ Erwin pulls out a chair for you and he sits across from you.

ꕥ "Erwin, this place looks really really expensive."

ꕥ "Only reasonable since you deserve it."

ꕥ "Erwin, I love you, but this is too much."

ꕥ Erwin holds your hand and rubs his thumb over it.

ꕥ "Trust me, you deserve it. You're going through a lot right now and I'm sorry that I can't help much, so please, let me spoil you just for a little bit."

ꕥ Erwin made a huge income and spoils you often and you liked it, but he does it a little too often.

ꕥ Even after years of marriage, Erwin has never changed, he was always the same man that you had fallen in love with years ago. Never failing to spoil or keep you happy.

ꕥ You both ordered your food and you tried to pick the least expensive one, but Erwin told you that it was okay to buy whatever that you wanted.

ꕥ You both were laughing and having fun with the lovely evening that you both were experiencing.

ꕥ It was truly a night that you didn't want to end.

ღ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 ღ

ꕥ You and your husband, Levi Ackerman, have an interesting relationship.

ꕥ You give all your heart to him, but in return he's usually cold.

ꕥ He's the type to not show his emotions much, but you were okay with it.

ꕥ He's had a hard life, so your goal is to try to make it better for him.

ꕥ It's Valentine's Day and the streets were filled with wonderful colors of red, pink, and white.

ꕥ You were out shopping for some groceries, but on you way, you decided to get something that your husband would like.

ꕥ You looked through so many stores, but you haven't found anything that you think that he would like. Defeated, you decided to go home. You could look for a gift later since he wasn't at home.

ꕥ To your surprise, Levi was in the kitchen cleaning when you came home.

ꕥ "What are you doing?"

ꕥ Levi looks up at you with a death glare.

ꕥ "Take off your shoes. I just swept the house. And I'm cleaning, what does it look like I'm doing."

ꕥ You quickly take off your shoes and bring all the groceries to the kitchen and start to put them away.

ꕥ Levi was a very clean person, so he normally cleans the house often. He can't stand it being dirty.

ꕥ "I didn't think that you would be home this early, Levi."

ꕥ "They told me to get off work since everyone was spending the rest of the day for Valentine's Day. I don't understand the huge fuss about it."

ꕥ "Well, it's a day where you could send your love to the person that you love and hold close."

ꕥ "Anyone could do that any day. Anyways, put all those away and then help me clean the house. It's a mess right now."

ꕥ You put everything away and helped Levi clean the house.

ꕥ You were kind of hurt when you heard what he said earlier.

ꕥ To you, Valentine's Day was a big thing, but he's probably going to do what he does every year on this day.

ꕥ Take you out for a little and then go home.

ꕥ "Oi, oi oi, stop spacing out."

ꕥ You look over at Levi and you realized that your hand had stopped moving.

ꕥ "Oh, sorry."

ꕥ Levi sighs and asks, "Do you want to go anywhere today?"

ꕥ "Not really. I'd rather hear about what you think."

ꕥ "I don't do this often, but I have something for you."

ꕥ Levi drops his cleaning tools and heads into the living room to open one of the drawers. He pulls out a card from one of the drawers and sets it on the counter in the kitchen.

ꕥ "After we're done cleaning, you can read it."

ꕥ You hurry to finish your work so that you could see what your husband had gotten for you.

ꕥ After when you were cleaned up and had put everything away, you took the card from the counter and sat on the sofa.

ꕥ You read the card that had a small little message inside, explaining how much Levi loves you and how much he really cares about you.

ꕥ He even apologizes for not being as expressive and soft like other guys.

ꕥ You look up at your husband with tears in your eyes.

ꕥ "Oi, why are you crying? It's just a few sentences."

ꕥ You stand up and hug your husband, holding him as tight as you could.

ꕥ "Levi, you didn't have to apologize. I love you just the way you are. Don't be sorry."

ꕥ "Okay, okay. Don't get all that mushy stuff with me. I don't like getting too emotional."

ꕥ You let go of Levi and he wipes your tears.

ꕥ "I have a wine bottle that I bought earlier today, so let's make some dinner so that we have something to eat while we drink this."

ꕥ You nod and headed to the kitchen with Levi to spend the rest of you Valentine's Day with him.

ღ 𝗘𝗹𝗱 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻 ღ

ꕥ You were insanely popular at the collage that you were attending.

ꕥ Everyday, there was always a guy that would try to ask you out.

ꕥ Which was the reason why you were dreading today.

ꕥ It was Valentine's Day and you were afraid to open your locker and afraid to go to attend classes in general.

ꕥ You had received so many Valentine's today and you were starting to get sick of it.

ꕥ You were a really attractive women and you understood why people would like you, but too many people were always after you.

ꕥ You finally were able to breathe when you took a break and hung out with your friends.

ꕥ Petra, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther were already waiting for you at the intended meeting spot at the university.

ꕥ "Took you long enough," huffed Oluo."

ꕥ "Lay off, Oluo," you said to him. "I hope you bite your tongue and bleed out."

ꕥ "Okay, let's not get violent here," said Gunther, trying to stop a fight before it even happened.

ꕥ "What took you so long?" asked Petra.

ꕥ You sighed and replied, "The amount of guys that keep asking me out is insane. I'm so tired of it."

ꕥ "I could understand that," said Eld.

ꕥ You look over at him and noticed that he had his hair down.

ꕥ "Eld, you normally don't have your hair down. What made you decide to do it today?"

ꕥ "I don't know. Maybe girls will like it," he laughed.

ꕥ "No one likes you, Eld," said Oluo.

ꕥ "You shouldn't be talking, Oluo," you said to him. "You have no sex appeal."

ꕥ The others laugh and Oluo was now furious.

ꕥ "I'll let you know that I have a date later today, alright?"

ꕥ "Really? I would have never known since you're a fucking virgin."

ꕥ "Ouch, she really got you there," laughed Gunther.

ꕥ "Well, obviously, who would want someone who keeps trying to become Prof. Ackerman's copy," said Petra, rolling her eyes.

ꕥ "Petra, if you're trying to nag me like a girlfriend, you haven't gotten all the steps down."

ꕥ "Shut up. Whoever has a date with you, I feel bad for them."

ꕥ "Wouldn't that be yourself then?" said Eld, pointing at Petra and Oluo.

ꕥ You look at the two of them and laugh. "Wait! You two are going out? You're joking?"

ꕥ They both look away from each other, blush covering their faces.

ꕥ "A-anyways, we should get some food," said Petra, trying to change the subject.

ꕥ The five of you were about to head over to the cafe in the university, but Eld stopped you from going.

ꕥ "Stay back for a bit?"

ꕥ You tell Petra that you had to do something with Eld and that you and Eld would join them in a moment.

ꕥ Petra, Oluo, and Gunther head over to the cafe, leaving you and Eld alone together.

ꕥ "So, what do you want to talk about?" you asked Eld.

ꕥ He had his hand at the back of his neck, rubbing it.

ꕥ "Um, do you remember what I asked a few days ago?"

ꕥ You try to remember what he had mentioned to you last when you two were alone. Finally, it hit you.

ꕥ Two days ago, Eld had asked you if you could stay back after class to talk.

ꕥ "What's up, Eld?" you asked him after class.

ꕥ "You know how Valentine's Day is coming up? Would you like to go out with me that day?"

ꕥ "Like a date?"

ꕥ "If you want it that way, sure, but only if you're okay with it."

ꕥ "I'm fine with it! Where do you want to go?"

ꕥ "I don't know, but I'll find something, but if you want to go somewhere then I'll see what I can do."

ꕥ "Well, there is this one place that I do want to go to."

ꕥ "Where is it?"

ꕥ "It's a new arcade that opened up nearby. I've been wanting to go, but I never really picked a good time to go then."

ꕥ "Then, we're going there. Um, for gifts, what do you like? I would get something as a surprise, but I don't want to get something you don't like."

ꕥ You laugh and reply to him, "You know what, surprise me. I honestly don't care what you get me because whatever you get me, I'll be happy since you got it for me."

ꕥ "Sounds good. I'll get back to you on this. We should head back now. The others are probably waiting."

ꕥ Back to the present, Eld was standing there, hoping that you didn't forget what he had mentioned a couple days prior.

ꕥ You face palm and tell him, "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot since I've been getting asked out so much. Yeah, I remember."

ꕥ Eld sighs in relief. "That's good to hear. Do you want to meet up here after school so that I could take you? Or are you busy?"

ꕥ "Yeah, that sounds good! Thank you by the way."

ꕥ "It's nothing. I want to spend time with just the two of us. Let's meet up here when it's time to go."

ꕥ "Okay! We should get going and not leave the others waiting for us. Our break would be over soon too."

ꕥ The two of you go to join the others at the cafe and continue on with the day.

ꕥ When school was over, you go back to your dorm and change quickly so that Petra doesn't notice that you were about to go out.

ꕥ You succeed and when you got to the meeting spot, you see Eld already standing there.

ꕥ Eld notices you and waves.

ꕥ You walk over to him and he hands you some flowers and some chocolates.

ꕥ "Eld, you didn't have to get anything for me."

ꕥ "It's just a small gift. I didn't really know what you wanted so I got you these. Anyways, are you ready to go?"

ꕥ "Mhm! Let's go!"

ꕥ You both walk over to Eld's car and he drives the two of you to the arcade that you had mentioned before.

ꕥ The two of you walk inside and explore the place, looking and playing all the different games that were available.

ꕥ You knew Eld to be the laid-back type and he was really chill.

ꕥ He would listen to anything that you had to say and made sure you felt comfortable around him.

ꕥ He was even able to get you a plushie that you wanted from the claw machine.

ꕥ You didn't realize it, but you were slowly falling for him.

ꕥ But everyday has an end and yours was almost over.

ꕥ Eld was driving you back to the university so that you could get back to your dorm with Petra.

ꕥ "That was really fun," you say to Eld, holding the plushie he got you close to your chest.

ꕥ "I'm glad that you had fun," replied Eld, focusing on driving. "Um, if you don't mind, do you want to go on a second date anytime soon?"

ꕥ "Yeah! I love hanging out with you, Eld."

ꕥ He smiles. "I guess it's a date then."

ღ 𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘇 ღ

ꕥ You got to the cafe where you had worked part-time at. Your co-workers were already there waiting for you.

ꕥ "Sorry I'm late everyone!"

ꕥ "You're good," replied Petra. "Get changed into uniform, we have a lot of customers today."

ꕥ "I'd say we might have to go into overtime," said Oluo. "I better get good tips if we are."

ꕥ "No one is going to give you anything if you keep that attitude," said Eld, rolling his eyes.

ꕥ "I'll get changed right away and I'll help out."

ꕥ You ran into the staff room and changed into uniform immediately. You ran back out and went to where Gunther was standing.

ꕥ "I guess I'm going to be working with you for now."

ꕥ He smiles at you. "Yeah, be ready though. There's going to be a lot of people."

ꕥ "Well, it is Valentine's Day. People are probably here on a date."

ꕥ "Speaking of that, do you have a date today?"

ꕥ "I wish. I heard from Petra earlier that Oluo had asked her out. Eld already had something planned with his girlfriend."

ꕥ Gunther nods as he listens to you. "That just leaves the two of us then."

ꕥ "Yeah, though I wish that I had someone that would take me out."

ꕥ "Don't worry. I bet there's someone that would take you out."

ꕥ You smile at him and thanked him.

ꕥ Customers came streaming in, so you didn't get to talk with Gunther much.

ꕥ Finally when you got a break, you went into the staff room to have a little space and breathing room.

ꕥ Suddenly, you saw something in your bag that you were sure wasn't there before.

ꕥ It was a Valentine's Day card from someone, but the writer didn't sign their name.

ꕥ It read, "Hi, Y/N. Happy Valentine's Day. It's too bad that no one asked you out today, so are you free later today? If you are, come to this cafe after work. From, your secret admirer."

ꕥ You, being the most oblivious person ever, didn't know who it's from, but seeing this card made you feel a little better.

ꕥ Petra walked into the staff room without you knowing and looked over your shoulder to read the card that you just read.

ꕥ "Who's that from?"

ꕥ You jumped in shock, just to see your friend behind you.

ꕥ "Damn, Petra. You scared the shit out of me."

ꕥ "Who's the card from?"

ꕥ "I don't know. A secret admirer."

ꕥ "Well, do you have any idea who it could be?"

ꕥ You thought for a second. You didn't get much of a chance to talk to anyone earlier today besides Gunther before you started working.

ꕥ Then, it hit you. How could you not see it earlier?

ꕥ "It's probably from Gunther. I was talking to him earlier how no one was going to take me out and so he probably made this when he was on a break earlier."

ꕥ "Oooh, you should go then."

ꕥ "Yeah, probably. I really like Gunther too. He's a nice guy."

ꕥ "You're not wrong. But he's too quiet for me."

ꕥ "You shouldn't be talking. You're going on a date with someone who talks too much."

ꕥ "We don't talk about that."

ꕥ Eld opens the staff room door and pokes his head in. "Are you two ladies done yet? We need you both out here."

ꕥ You and Petra walk out of the staff room and get back to work.

ꕥ While you were serving people, you couldn't help but look at Gunther while working, but he never noticed when you were looking.

ꕥ After work, you went home and changed into a f/c dress. You put the address of the cafe onto your phone and drove there.

ꕥ In front of the cafe, you could see someone dressed in a nice suit standing there with a rose in hand.

ꕥ You immediately knew who it was from his tall, brown hair. It was no one other than Gunther.

ꕥ You walked up to him. "I knew that the card was from you."

ꕥ "Was it really that obvious?"

ꕥ "No, I'm an oblivious person. I didn't get it until Petra pointed it out."

ꕥ He chuckles and hands you the rose. "Here. This is for you. Sorry I can't get much."

ꕥ You took the rose from him. "You didn't have to. Anyways, what do you want to do since you called me out here?"

ꕥ "Come with me inside here. It's a nice quiet place where we could spend some time here."

ꕥ He extends his hand and you grab it and walked inside the cafe with his hand with yours.

ꕥ Inside, it really was quiet. There were very few people and someone playing a piano on a stage in the back of the cafe.

ꕥ You and Gunther get a table and started talking with each other for most of the night. You learned a lot about him that you didn't know before and you decided to talk to him about yourself as well.

ꕥ Honestly, you always found him as a shy person and he was, but when he was with you, he wasn't as shy anymore.

ꕥ Later, the two of you walk out of the cafe together and Gunther walked you to your car.

ꕥ "Thanks for tonight."

ꕥ He blushes and replies, "I-it's no problem. Um, is it okay if I do something really quick?"

ꕥ You looked at him in confusion, but you nodded in agreement.

ꕥ He pulled you into a hug. At first, you were surprised, but you hugged him back. You could feel his heart beating and the warmth that he was radiating from his body. You didn't want to let go and neither did him.

ꕥ You two eventually let go since it was late and the two of you needed to go home.

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Gunther."

ღ 𝗢𝗹𝘂𝗼 𝗕𝗼𝘇𝗮𝗱𝗼 ღ

ꕥ You were spending a lazy day with your four roommates since it was one of those days that you felt like doing nothing.

ꕥ It was two days before Valentine's Day and you and your best friend, Petra, were talking in your shared room about it.

ꕥ "So, do you have someone that you want to ask out?" you asked your friend.

ꕥ She blushes and replies, "No, I don't."

ꕥ You looked at her suspiciously and she finally tells you the truth.

ꕥ "Okay, I'm thinking about asking Levi."

ꕥ "I knew it. You talk about Levi a lot."

ꕥ "What about you? Do you have someone in mind?"

ꕥ "Hmm. I don't think so. I can't think of anyone if particular. Honestly, if someone asks me out, I don't know what I'm going to do. Especially if I don't know them well."

ꕥ Petra nods. "Yeah, I understand that."

ꕥ Suddenly, one of your other roommates named Oluo, opened the door.

ꕥ "Are you two done talking? Eld and Gunther just came back with the pizza that we ordered earlier."

ꕥ "Could you at least knock before entering a woman's room?"

ꕥ "Oh, sorry let me try that again."

ꕥ Oluo closes the door and knocks before opening it again.

ꕥ "Better?"

ꕥ You rolled your eyes. Oluo and you were usually like this. Petra would back you up, but Eld and Gunther would try to stop the two of you.

ꕥ They said that you were like cats and dogs.

ꕥ You lightly shove him out of the doorway so that you and Petra could get out.

ꕥ You all walk to the dinner table, where Eld and Gunther was setting the table.

ꕥ "Do you guys need help?"

ꕥ "No, we're good. Come and eat," said Eld, sitting down in a chair.

ꕥ You and Petra sit next to each other and all five of you start to eat.

ꕥ "So, what's everyone doing for Valentine's Day?" asked Gunther, grabbing a slice of pizza. "It's coming up soon."

ꕥ "I'm going out with my girlfriend on that day."

ꕥ Oluo scoffs loudly and everyone looks at him.

ꕥ "What's the big deal about Valentine's Day? It's so stupid," said Oluo.

ꕥ "How is it stupid?" you asked him. "It's a nice day were people could show their love."

ꕥ "That's the thing. Seeing couples just doing all that stuff in public just irks me."

ꕥ "Why do I get the feeling that you secretly like it," said Petra.

ꕥ Oluo gets startled and chokes on the slice of pizza that he was eating. He coughs and sips his can of soda that was nearby.

ꕥ "Why would I like it? I just said why I hated it."

ꕥ "Whatever, let's just eat," said Eld. "Let's not fight and enjoy this pizza."

ꕥ Later that day, Oluo entered the room that he shared with Gunther and Eld to ask for advice from the two of them.

ꕥ "I thought you didn't like Valentine's Day," snickered Eld.

ꕥ "Shut up, I need help."

ꕥ "What's up, Oluo?" asked Gunther. "Who are you planning to ask?"

ꕥ Oluo takes a breath in and then replies, "I'm planning to ask Y/N out."

ꕥ Eld completely lost it. He starts laughing hysterically and Gunther was trying to hide his giggles.

ꕥ "What's so funny?"

ꕥ Eld tries to collect himself and say, "You and Y/N? Really? I'm sorry! I can't stop laughing! I didn't think that you would fall for her!"

ꕥ "True. This was a surprise for me too," said Gunther.

ꕥ Oluo gets mad and says, "Okay, if you guys aren't going to help, then just keep quiet at least. I'll figure something myself then."

ꕥ "Good luck!" laughed Eld. Gunther ended up having to throw him off the bed to make him stop laughing.

ꕥ For the next two days, Oluo started gathering gifts and started to play scenarios in his head and figure out what he was going to do.

ꕥ He had already ordered everything that he needed and was prepared for Valentine's Day to come.

ꕥ Finally, Valentine's Day had come.

ꕥ When you woke up, everyone was already gathered in the living room.

ꕥ Suddenly, the doorbell rang and you went to open the door. Petra was close behind you.

ꕥ A man holding dozens of flowers, a box of chocolates and a Valentine's Day card in hand.

ꕥ "I have an order for Ms. Y/N L/N."

ꕥ "That would be," you said to the man.

ꕥ "This is all for you."

ꕥ "I didn't order all this though."

ꕥ "I don't know. Someone ordered it with your name. I'm just doing my job. Have a nice day and happy Valentine's day."

ꕥ You close the door and walk back inside. Eld and Gunther were shocked at how many flowers there were.

ꕥ "Woah, that's a lot of flowers," said Eld, his eyes wide open.

ꕥ "Yeah, who would buy all those?" commented Gunther.

ꕥ "Yeah, I wonder," said Oluo, a small smirk appearing on his face. Eld and Gunther look over at him. They already know who bought it.

ꕥ "Hey, you should read the card," said Petra, pointing at the card.

ꕥ "Okay, I guess," you said. You opened the card and read aloud the contents that were in it.

ꕥ "Sometimes I wonder how you put up with me, but then I remember that I have to put up with you. That makes us even. Happy Valentine's Day."

ꕥ "That's it?" asked Petra. "Not even a name?"

ꕥ Eld and Gunther looked over at Oluo, who had bitten his tongue in shock.

ꕥ The two of them face palmed. You and Petra looked at them in confusion, but they shook their heads and said not to worry about it.

ꕥ "Who would send all this and then not even a name to say who it is?" you complained. "Honestly, this is a lot."

ꕥ "Yeah it is," agreed Petra.

ꕥ "Anyways, since I just got a Valentine's, I might as well give all you guys the Valentine's Day gifts that I got for you all. I swear to God, don't pay me back."

ꕥ You run into your room and get all the gifts that you had bought everyone.

ꕥ They all opened their gifts and thanked you, except Oluo.

ꕥ "Do you not like your gift?" you asked him.

ꕥ "No, I like it, but I don't understand why you got Valentine's for everyone."

ꕥ "You guys are all my close friends so it would be weird if I didn't get anything for you guys."

ꕥ "Aww, thanks, Y/N," said Petra, giving you a hug.

ꕥ "Yeah, we really appreciate it," said Eld. "Anyways, I need to get going. I don't want my girlfriend waiting for me too long. Bye guys. I'll see you later when I get home tonight."

ꕥ "Have fun," said Gunther.

ꕥ Eld leaves the house and Gunther also left to go to work since he didn't have anything to do.

ꕥ Petra left to go out with Levi, which she was able to ask out successfully.

ꕥ That left you and Oluo together.

ꕥ "You're not going anywhere?" you asked him.

ꕥ "I don't have anywhere to go. What about you?"

ꕥ "Same. I was planning to stay home today. I wasn't expecting this though."

ꕥ "I wonder who it's from. Probably some idiot."

ꕥ "I know it's from you."

ꕥ Oluo looked at you in shock.

ꕥ "H-how did you?"

ꕥ "Based on your reaction. It looked like you already knew that this was going to happen. So I used that to think that it was you."

ꕥ "Well, since you know now and we're both free, want to go somewhere with me?"

ꕥ "Is that you trying to ask me out on a date?"

ꕥ "You know what, sure. So will you go or not, woman?"

ꕥ "Damn, you don't have to be so mean while asking. Sure, I'll go with you. I've got nothing better to do anyways."

ꕥ You decided to spend the day with Oluo, which was something that you never imagined doing.

ꕥ On the date, he was actually nice to you. He listened to what you had to say while trying to talk about himself.

ꕥ You learned a lot about him that you didn't know. He kept up the facade of being another person so that people doesn't perceive him as weak.

ꕥ He felt like he wasn't missed at home since he has five younger brothers, so his parents might not miss him, which was the reason why he doesn't go see his family often.

ꕥ This side of Oluo was new to you and you wanted to see more of this from him.

ꕥ Truth to be told, you actually had a crush on Oluo, but you would never admitted it to anyone since it would be weird because the two of you all fight often.

ꕥ It was now the evening and the two of you were taking a small stroll in the park before going back to the house.

ꕥ You shivered due to the cold breeze, but that chill was soon replaced by warmth.

ꕥ You felt a jacket over your shoulders. You look up at Oluo, who was putting his jacket on your shoulder. Blush slowly painting his face red.

ꕥ "Helpless woman," he muttered.

ꕥ You thank him quietly and wore his jacket to keep you warm.

ꕥ "Next time, you should bring a jacket. It's still winter and it's cold."

ꕥ "I didn't think that you would care about me."

ꕥ Oluo was taken aback and avoided eye contact with you.

ꕥ "Honestly, I care about you a lot."

ꕥ You stopped walking and look at him.

ꕥ "Y/N, I've liked you for a long time and even if you reject me now, I'll still love you. I know that we fight a lot, but that's the only way that I could talk to you."

ꕥ You could see that he was speaking genuinely, his eyes now looking straight at you with a soft expression on his face.

ꕥ "Oluo, I like you a lot too. I've never admitted it, but I like you a lot. Everything that I have said when we fight, I don't mean it at all. I like you, Oluo. No, I love you."

ꕥ Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips crash onto yours. You felt all the love that Oluo had for you go into you, so you kissed back.

ꕥ The two of you pull apart and blush had attacked both your faces.

ꕥ "S-sorry," apologized Oluo. "I-I didn't mean to-"

ꕥ You pull him to your face to kiss again for him to shut up.

ꕥ "Don't apologize. This was long overdue."

ꕥ The two of you head for home and when you opened the door, you both saw Eld, Gunther, and Petra waiting for the two of you.

ꕥ "So where have the two of you been?" asked Gunther. "I came home hours ago and couldn't find the two of you anywhere."

ꕥ "We went on a little date," replied Oluo, sitting on the sofa. You take a seat next to him and he puts an arm around you.

ꕥ "You two didn't go on a date, did you?" asked Petra.

ꕥ "What if we did?" asked Oluo.

ꕥ Eld started laughing loudly. "You really went out to do it?"

ꕥ "What's wrong Eld?" you asked him. "What's so funny to be laughing?"

ꕥ "I just didn't expect the two of you to be out together."

ꕥ "Well, let's just say that it made the two of us open up to each other a lot," you say to Eld while looking at your now lover, Oluo.

ꕥ "No more fights?" asked Oluo.

ꕥ "No more fights."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #eld jinn #gunther schultz #oluo bozado #oluo bossard #oruo bozad #valentines day #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x reader #wattpad

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rohansregret · 2 years

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i want oruo to show me what else he can do with his tongue besides bite it

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therealvalkyrie · 3 years

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Red Cloak, Silver Dagger

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, canonverse, established relationship, set just prior to the Battle for Trost arc.

Summary: When you’re caught nearly weaponless in the woods, can you talk your way out of a mugging?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: canon typical violence, gun violence, blood, death, knife violence, profanity, angst with a tidbit of fluff at the end

AN: This morning I woke up and chose ~angst~ so that’s what y’all are getting:) I will be the first to admit that I wrote this while soaking in the bath in the notes app of my phone well into the evening. The only editing it’s seen is when I transcribed it to a google doc and then one more pass at 1am. So, there may be errors ahead. Either way, I hope you enjoy, and as always my dms/inbox are open if you have questions/suggestions/fun facts about baluga whales! i’m off to sleeb:) ~valkyrie

The man in front of you is clearly scared shitless: hand trembling, face blotchy with red, mouth set in a grimace meant to be intimidating. It would almost be comical, a caricature of terror, were it not for the shotgun.

He heaves two shallow, shoulder-raising breaths before speaking again.

“I said get down on the ground!”

Just like the first time he said it, you do no such thing. Your hands remain held up in surrender, placating and gentle, and you remain where you are, but your calm eyes never leave his.

“Sir, I’m certain we can work this out without needing to dirty ourselves, don’t you agree?” Your voice is even, if a little breathy, and you do your best to sound agreeable. “Is there something I may help you with?”

Your breath clouds out from your mouth as you speak. It’s the dead of winter (colder than a witch’s left tit, as your grandma would say) and you can feel the frigid air begin to creep its way in between the folds of your scarf and cloak. The snow has melted through the hole in your right boot in a similar fashion, soaking the wool sock and numbing your pinky toe.

You’re not scared of this man, you decide, for all his gun-wielding and yelling. He looks like a farmer type, complete with fur lined coat and sturdy boots. Probably just down on his luck, pushed to robbing people in the woods to make ends meet. You’re not scared of him, you decide, even as the cold air catches in your constricting throat and your heart thuds against your ribs.

He’s probably only targeted you because you look so benign today. It is your day off, after all, and you’re wearing civilian clothing, red wool traveling cloak draped over you. Even your hair is down today rather than in a practical bun. Admittedly, you look downright innocent.

And to a certain extent, you are. Without your ODM gear and swords, your training means nothing. The only weapon you have is a dagger tucked into your boot, but even that is useless if you can’t reach for it without getting shot. You’ll have to talk your way out.

The man snorts, a measure of contempt twisting his expression. “The only way you can help me, girly, is by getting on the ground and handing over your money purse.”

You smile sympathetically. “Oh, then I’m afraid I actually can’t help you, sir. I don’t have any money, and I find myself rather averse to laying in a foot of snow.”

“Ha, what a load of shit. You townies always have valuables on you.” His contemptuous sneer solidifies, and he looks at you down the barrel of the shotgun with slightly more confidence.

“Ah, well I’m not a townie, you see.” You hope this is the right tack to take, implying living at the military base through the other side of the woods. It’s a much more serious crime to murder a Survey Corps soldier than a girl who took the wrong path through the woods home. You just hope he possesses the critical thinking skills to come to that same conclusion.

You can see the gears turning for a moment before a gruff, “What do you mean you don’t live in town? You’re not a farmer’s daughter, I’d’ve recognized you.”

The short laugh bubbles out of your lungs before you can tamp it down. “No, I’m not a farmer’s daughter.” Wish I was, right now. “I’m a soldier on the base.”

At this, he pales and starts shaking again. He readjusts his stance in the snow, tip of the shotgun wavering, as the panic starts to set in again.

“Shit,” he says, almost to himself, and shifts again.

“Shit,” you agree. “But I promise you, I won’t tell if you don’t. If you let me go home right now.”

He considers for a moment, gears seemingly hand-cranked at the rate they’re going, then decides you’re a liar.

“Liar,” he says. “Who’s to say you won’t report this directly to your superiors? Who’s to say you’re tellin’ the truth?”

Sweat begins to gather beneath your scarf despite the cold, beads of it slipping down the back of your neck. This is not going as intended.

“I promise you, I have no quarrel with you. Just let me go.” Your voice thins out, nearly pleading, with the last phrase. I’m not gonna die today, in some shitty forest in the shitty snow. I don’t wanna die today.

What would Levi say about losing your cool like this?

He doesn’t seem to hear you, though, as his lips are moving, eyes narrowed and locked on yours. Occasional phrases register: “...can’t be caught…”; “...stupid girl...?”; “...fuckin’ Marcy askin’ me…”.

You lick your chapped lips and try again.

“Please,” your voice cracks on the dry air this time. “Just let me go. I don’t have anything of value, I won’t tell my superiors, please.” It ends on an unexpected sob and you know that you’ve lost any aura of cool detachment you may have had.

Suddenly you’re talking over each other, voices panicked and raised. Yours threaded with fear, his with near mania.

“Stupid girl, you’ll just report-”

“I promise I won’t, I-”

“-can’t afford a charge-”

“-just want to go home-”

“-Marcy would have my head-”

“Please, won’t you just listen-”

“-CAN’T TRUST A GODDAMNED BITCH-”

“I’M NOT A THREAT TO YOU-”

“WON’T YOU SHUT UP!”

The shot rings off the trees and through your ears, a crack of gunpowder that sends crows flying from a nearby beech tree.

In the next split second, you feel the punching pressure in your abdomen and you double over, clutching hands to your stomach. You try to maintain footing, but the snow has other plans, catching under your heels until you land flat on your back.

Your stomach feels like it’s on fire, searing with white-hot pain. It feels like a brand has been shoved into your intestines and left there to burn away your body.

Not a brand, a bullet, you realize when you stretch blood-drenched fingers up towards the sky. You can’t feel them, but you know they’re yours because the gloves had been a gift from Levi last year. Soft hide leather, lined with fur. At least two months’ salary, now stained with crimson.

A high-pitched keening escapes your mouth, though you don’t know how, because it feels like all the air left your body when you fell. Your chest is tight, breathing ragged, but the sharp air brings clarity with it.

Hands suddenly scramble, gathering as much fabric as possible to press to the wound. A cry punches out of you at the renewed pain the pressure brings, but you grit your teeth through it and push up to sitting. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping you alive at this point, driving you to reach with one hand to grab your dagger from your boot.

You look up, now, towards the farmer. He’s trudging through the snow towards you now, expression half horrified, half determined, still gripping his gun. He seems determined to see your death through to the end, so you make a split-second decision.

It’s only a quick shift of your grip on the dagger, a calculated moment of aim, and a practiced wrist-flicking throw before he stops dead in his tracks. The blade is lodged in his neck, blood spurting from his carotid artery in bursts along with his pulse. One beat, another, and he’s fallen to his knees, gun slipping from his grasp. Finally, decisively, permanently, his body thuds face down in the snow.

“Perfect,” you whisper, and smile serenely, before following suit.

Levi and the rest of his squad watch in horror as your body slumps to the ground. It’s quite the picture: blood staining pristine snow around two bodies in the middle of scenic woods, your red cloak spread around you in perfect drama.

They had only caught the tail end of the altercation, riding around the corner just in time to see your impeccable dagger throw. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Levi is damn impressed with the skill of it.

A horrified sound escapes his lungs, and then he’s urging his horse forward towards you. You look deathly ashen against your cloak, one hand tangled loosely in it on your stomach, the other dropped unceremoniously at your side.

Levi slides smoothly from the saddle in favor of running the last few steps to your side before crashing down on his knees to hover over you. Eld and Petra are directly on his heels, the latter shouting something back to the other two. Her voice sounds tinny and distant to his ears as he puts pressure on your abdomen.

Please don’t be dead, don’t be dead, don’t be dead, is caught on a loop in his mind. He leans his ear over your face and catches the faintest touch of hot breath. Not dead yet, not dead yet, not dead yet.

Eld is on your other side, still as a statue with two fingers pressed to your neck.

“There’s a pulse,” he announces, and Petra, who’s anxiously leaned over the trio on the ground, takes a shuddering breath of relief.

“Gunther’s gone back to tell the surgeon to get ready,” she tells Levi. “We need to get her back.”

Levi nods numbly, then swings his own cloak off of his shoulders to help stem the blood.

“Eld,” he directs in a deceivingly steady voice. “You help me get her on my horse.”

The blond nods, maneuvering to scoop you up in his arms.

“One, two, three.” He lifts you with a grunt, still on his knees, then stands while allowing Levi to keep continuous pressure on the wound.

You groan and shift weakly in Eld’s arms, prompting Levi to lean down and murmur directly in your ear.

“I know, my love, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s only for now. Stay with me, darling, it’ll be over soon,” he practically coos as your lashes flutter and face twists in pain.

Oluo brings forward Levi’s horse and the three men manage to wrangle you up into the saddle. Levi settles behind you, one hand gripping the reins and the other firmly around your middle.

With a whinny, his horse wheels around and he’s riding as fast as he dares back to base.

Not dead yet, not yet, not yet.

The first night after surgery, Levi stations himself in a chair by your infirmary bed. He practically growls at the first nurse who suggests that visiting hours are over, who scuttles away in alarm but nevertheless leaves him in peace. He passes the time by staring at the candle diminishing on your bedside table and mentally berating himself for letting you go to town alone.

Ha, as if she wouldn’t’ve gone anyway.

You look so fragile in the candlelight that Levi is afraid you’ll start melting away like mist if he tries to touch you. Despite this, he finds himself periodically reaching for your wrist, the steady pulse underneath his fingertips assuring him that you’re real.

The first day after surgery, the whole squad comes to visit, bringing tea and pulling up chairs around your bed to keep vigil with their captain. Hardly a word is said between them, but Petra sniffles occasionally and Gunther leans elbows on his knees and stares resolutely at your right hand.

Oluo tries once, “Did you see that knife throw? Fuckin’ impressive.”

They all murmur in assent as Levi feels the side of his mouth quirk up in a sort of melancholy pride.

Fuckin’ impressive indeed.

The second night after your surgery, Levi can feel himself beginning to split at the seams. When the nurse finally blows out all the lamps and leaves him with a sympathetic look over her shoulder, he dares to crawl into bed with you, lying on his side a careful few inches away.

At first he just stares. At the way your lips are parted in sleep, at the curve of your nose, at the delicate way your lashes lie on your cheeks.

After a while, he gently laces his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips, leaving soft kisses on the back. His eyes blink shut and he whispers your name against your skin.

“Come back to me. Please. Please, I- I can’t handle losing you, too.”

He falls asleep like this, breath eventually easing to match your own.

It’s in gray dawn light that you finally open your eyes, swallowing thickly against a dry throat. Slowly, you take stock of the sensations in your body. Crisp sheets against your skin, a dull blinding ache in your abdomen, a familiar warm body against your side.

Levi is stretched out beside you, clutching your left hand even in sleep. He’s always beautiful this way, features softer than he ever let them be in waking. You reach to brush his bangs out of his eyes and whisper his name like a secret into the morning.

“Levi.” The second whisper is accompanied by a finger stroking down his delicate nose. He twitches, sneezes once, then opens his eyes to meet your own.

He says your name all lovely with morning grumble, then all of a sudden he’s sitting up, worrying hands everywhere at once.

“Are you okay? Do you need water? Where does it hurt? I’ll get the doctor-”

“Levi,” you rasp, pulling him back in to focus on your face. “Water, please?”

He nods and reaches for a glass on the bedside table. You try to take it from him, but he swats your hand away before carefully tipping the glass against your lips. He only allows a few sips at a time, but lets you drink until it’s all gone and your thirst is sated.

He starts to pull away, saying, “I should go get the doctor, now,” but you gently tug him back before he can escape.

“Stay,” you murmur. “Please?”

And so he stays, curled into your side, arm delicately around your middle, as the sun breaks brightly through the windows.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan fanfic #shingeki no kyoujin fanfic #petra ral #eld gin #gunther schultz #oluo bozado #canon typical violence #gun violence #knife violence #injury #blood #angst #fluff #angst to fluff #profanity #red cloak silver dagger #valkyrie writes

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commander-hanji-zoe · 1 year

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Hiii! How are you? Hope you're doing good! I was wondering if you could write some fluffy Headcanons for the original Levi's squad and how would they react/treat a very very short and curvy s/o (like, 4'10''-11'' this is very self indulgent, let this womanlet have her fun I beg). Of course if you don't feel up to it feel free to ignore the ask! I thank you in advance❤️

Hello! I've been trying to work on some of my really old requests (hence my post last week) and this is another I've finished. I'm sorry if it's not really what you wanted, I'm short-ish and curvy and I struggled a bit to write this. But I hope you like some of the ideas I have. ❤️

Levi

Considering Levi’s height, he’s good to talk to if it’s something you’re feeling down about or if people are teasing you. He’s the first to jump to your defence and will always put others in their place if they are rude to you.

He feels you’re the perfect size and makes sure to tell you this.

A part of the ‘small but tough’ club and will extend his hand for you to join.

Helps you to find a horse that’s just right for you, he appreciates the horses a lot of the others ride will be too tall and too broad for you so he takes care in finding you just the right one and one that you have a bond with.

If you were dating - Cuddles are the best, you just slot together so perfectly, neither one is too tall nor too short to comfortably kiss, hold hands etc.

Oluo

Can be a little mean but it’s his way of showing affection as we already know, can it be frustrating, absolutely.

Compliments how much your curves suit you and how attractive you are. But also will make a comment along the lines of being ‘as cute as a button’.

Can be quite protective, it’s okay for him to give you nicknames, but others? Nope, Oluo is not having it – he knows that you know he means it in an affectionate way (perhaps he even has a little crush) but if others are doing it just to be mean or spiteful he won’t mince his words. As Oluo isn’t overly tactful at times, he’d probably just punch them to be honest.

Did I mention cute nicknames? Some of them can be a little cringe.

If you were dating, I could imagine him showing you off a lot like you’re one of a kind. It is a little patronising, but Oluo will listen, if you give him a bit of time and stop. Instead he’d just like holding your hand and subtle public displays of affection.

Petra

Likes going clothes shopping together and picking out items that suit you as well as her. Sometimes you manage to get clothes that you can both wear, nice long dress on you, a short little number on her… it works, somehow.

But honestly Petra doesn’t even notice your height, she just thinks you’re neat just how you are and so your height and body type don’t really come up. If they do and it’s because someone has been mean to you, Petra is very good at reassuring you, being motivational and helping you to love yourself just as you.

Absolutely knows that size isn’t everything and regardless or height or body type you can be just as deadly as the others. Tactics may be different for you, but aren’t they for everyone?

She loves hanging out in cafes with you and drinking hot chocolate with lots of cream and marshmallows, sampling different delights and generally trying to forget about ‘work’.

If you’re dating - Movie nights huddled under blankets and eating popcorn, something about you is just so cosy to her.

Eld

Is really protective over you, he doesn’t mean to be patronising but he can’t help but feel like he wants to watch over you.

You remind him a little of one of his sisters which makes it difficult for him to let go of you.

Suggests a prank where one day you where stilts to be as tall as he is.

Thinks you are perfect just the way you are and will quite confidently and happily say this to anyone.

Eld feels like you complete the group, you’re all slightly different heights and builds and to him this makes for an excellent team.

Encourages you to be the middle of team hugs!

Will lift you up high when celebrating a victory and loves to have a few drinks with you, even though you’re small he knows you can be a fierce drinking opponent.

If dating – Eld loves picking you up and having you wrap your legs round his waist. He holds onto you with ease and loves this position because it’s easy to kiss you.

Gunther

Knows that although you’re small you can be determined and still speak loudly and assertively, it’s one of the things Gunther loves about you.

If you can’t see something that’s ahead or don’t have a very good view (Modern au – like concerts, gigs etc.) Gunther would be the first to pick you up and let you sit on his shoulders.

And if you said anything about the fact you were curvy, and would this be okay he would absolutely reassure you and praise you.

Gunther is secretly (not so secretly) a really good baker so he’ll bring you lots of delicious homemade breads, cakes etc. He knows you have a sweet tooth and thinks you’re adorable for it – after all you need a lot of sugar to convert into energy for all the work you do, whether training or out in the field! He’s very happy to oblige with this.

Also makes a great partner in crime for baking with and generally getting messy in the kitchen.

If dating – Gunther is 100% the big spoon and loves it.

#Original Levi squad #og levi squad #levi ackerman #oluo bozado #petra ral #gunther schultz #eld jinn #oluo bossard #og levi squad x reader #requests #my writing

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bella-donna418 · 3 years

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The Vets (no not veterinarians--)

A/N: Part 2 of what vlogs they do!

This time, vets edition!

Part 1

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Let's get this done with.

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Erwin

- The plainest of the plainest.

- Advices about sacrificing some things (if it was about how to sacrifice my teacher's soul and life I'd be willing to learn—)

- How to train your pets properly

- Sophistication and etiquette... as well as manners.

- Also a guest sometimes in Armin's vlogs regarding that discussion.

Hanji

- Like the first part (this one), she vlogs about Science!

- Moblit being part of her channel (as her assistant which he regrettably accepted)

- Usually forces Levi to be in her vlog which he ruins the camera as a greeting (thank you very much, Levi—that's so nice of you)

- Sometimes a guest in Armin's vids when it comes to the point he NEEDS help in discussing "things" in Science (gets cut off when Armin deems it necessary)

- The fact it's so detailed you just end up covering your eyes or skip the video because of how disturbing it gets the deeper she gets into the discussion.

- I pray for those who watch her vlogs to be trained with such endurance from cringing because of the level of uncomfort is just... above the meter itself—

- How to deal with short, grumpy people! (uses Levi as her example and they end up turning into a cat and mouse chase around the house)

Levi

- How to defend yourself from your uncle— (wait wrong one oops)

- How to NOT be short like him— (ok wait I'm kidding— *impaled by a broom*)

- Ok, I remember now... he doesn't vlog sadly.

Mike

- Hand signals when you smell something.

- The way of the nose—I mean how to have a sharp nose that can sniff the hell out of danger.

- Tea about the rest of the vets w/ Erwin (no srsly, they're nosy asf—especially when it comes to things about Levi and Hanji—but a more tranquil manner than Sasha and Connie)

Nanaba

- Dance covers! (like Ymir and sometimes they'd be a duo in a cover)

- Dance tutorials (who knows she might even teach us how to the lovesick girls dance—)

Moblit

- Decided to insert him... and no, doesn't have his own channel so Hanji's it is.

The Levi Squad

- Petra, Eld, Gunther, and Oluo ALL IN ONE CHANNEL BISHES—

- The crazy stuff they do, and them doing prank wars.

- Challenges and dares (interesting tea during those)

- Sometimes they'd gang up on pranking the others (the kids and the Marley ppl included) and end up being in trouble because of Levi's punishment which is... cleaning.

- Petra would do the cooking tutorials though.

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A/N: And that's it! Now... Marley's next (no, I didn’t mean to sound threatening or tired—)

Basically had the FULL HOUSE almost covered.

(Damn some rich ppl in a BIG house that shelters them all)

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breathings-of-the-heart · 5 years

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Imagine being the only member of Squad Levi to survive

Levi sat in a chair pulled up to the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at your sleeping figure. A splitting agony exploded in your head.

Still caught in a stupor, you studied the surroundings, sitting up on your elbows.

“Welcome back, brat,” he greeted neutrally, scooting himself closer. “How does it feel to have cheated the sweet release of death?”

The Captain’s voice snapped you out of your daze, attention brought back to the present. You were in the infirmary, bandaged up, and miraculously alive.

Memories came flooding back. They started off as pictures. Flashes of dark red, all rushing in a sequence that was difficult to keep up with. The mission, Eren, the Female Titan. Fighting against her… and pitifully losing. Screams resonated in your head, along with the fear in Petra’s eyes. Oluo squashed like a fly, Gunther crushed as if he was an meaningless object. Your eyes widened in shock at the excruciating recollection. Eld’s desperate shouts were traumatizing to the core, replaying over and over.

The smell of thick, metallic blood filled your nostrils. Like you were hurtled back into the forest of giant trees, now the coffins of your family.

You placed your hand on your forehead and stood, ignoring the pain in your midriff and noticed, finally, a haunting detail of the room.

All the other beds were empty.

Why are they empty?

You were afraid to ask, but Pandora’s box had already been opened.

“Where’s the rest of the squad?” You queried quietly as you hugged your arms, feeling as if you’d fall apart if you didn’t. One might wonder if you had spoken at all, your voice small against the silence.

Levi stood up from behind you.

Crying after expeditions was something most people got over doing quickly; it was an asset to be emotionally detached. You were on the verge of tears, though.

“(Y/N)...”

As soon as he spoke in that stupid, ‘I need to walk on eggshells’ tone, you felt droplets stream down your cheeks, having already known the answer yourself. Having watched one by one, the Survey Corp Special Operation Squad, getting pummeled into oblivion. It was as if some force deliberately picked you apart slowly and watched the hope die piece by piece.

Petra, Oluo, Gunther, and Eld were gone, and they left you behind. Your family was dead.

Knees buckling, you plummeted to the floor, body wracked by silent sobs. You covered your mouth, refusing to let go of honor by crying out loud.

The room melted away until there was nothing except a compressing weight on your chest, making it nearly impossible to breath as the room grew blurry. You were zoned out and trembling, lost in a void of grief.

A force grabbed you and heaved you back to your feet. Levi held you upright firmly, stoic-faced, yet determined.

You braced for reproachment at such weakness but were too broken to care, lost at sea, yet Levi didn’t say a word.

He pulled you forward until your face bumped into his chest, his strong arms encircling your figure. It was a stiff and awkward hug but you weeped into his shirt nonetheless, needing something solid to grab onto in an attempt to find reprievement from such pain.

“Stop crying, (Y/N). There’s nothing you can do about it now,” he said, chin resting on your hair as you shook within his grasp.

Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, blood pulsing so quickly each beat created a pumping sensation. The struggling to hold back your whimpers was growing weaker.

“I’m so sorry, Captain,” you choked desperately between shaky breaths, ignominy pulling at your heartstrings as you tried your best to obey.

He only shushed you harshly in response.

Your cheek pressed over his heart, its soothing thrum sounding in your ears. Despondency laced itself into your entire being as you wondered what you possibly could’ve done right to deserve such comfort from the typically monotonous man.

He gripped your chin and raised it to his eyelevel. You were staring right through him, though, as if he hadn’t been there at all.

An unpleasant feeling churned in the pit of Levi’s stomach at the absent look in your gaze.

“It will get better, (Y/N).”

Your gaze shifted to the floor, unable to meet his stare as you grabbed his wrists with both hands, weakly whispering into his fists, “Please, just stay with me.”

Levi pulled his arm away to escape your grasp and you nearly wailed, thinking that he was going to leave. But the mattress of the bed behind you dipped as he sat down, pulling you back into his strong embrace.

“Where else would I go, brat?” he murmured, slowly closing his eyes.

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remiheichou · 5 years

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Warnings: blood and gore, swearing, angst

Pairing: Levi x reader

Part Two

Sorry if Levi seems a bit ooc in this??

Wires hissed as they retreated back into the safety of the 3DMG, only to shoot back out and dig into the incoming trees. Gas soon sprayed out into the air and moved the person using the machinery forward, only for them to land on a tree branch.

Brown boots hissing from Titan steam kept a sturdy hold on the large branch, dark grey eyes looking at the gruesome scene in front of him. Human blood stained the earth, dripping off the blades of grass.

Eyes grew dark, widening only slightly at the sight of his fallen squad.

Eld.. his dead body reminded Levi of Farlan the day he died.. his torso was smushed, entrails hanging out of his body, while his hips and legs were no longer attached, laying a few feet away.

The sight made his stomach churn, though seeing Oluo’s mangled body in the grass didn’t help. The only part of him that wasn’t mangled beyond recognition was his shoulders and up, his bloody face and dead eyes face down in the dirt. Back and legs crushed, the faint white glow of bloody bones peaked through the skin, and the red stains on the grass.

Although Levi was raised in the Underground, killing and beating people to survive.. seeing people get eaten and killed by the titans, he almost seemed... numb to it all. Like he expected it. He should, anymore, though it didn’t stop him from wanting to look away and try to hold down what was in his stomach.

He just didn’t show it on the outside.

When he looked away, he felt chills go down his spine. Blood sprayed up the side of a tree, Petra’s bent and crushed body was up against the tree, blood smeared on her face, dead sullen eyes starring at the grey sky. His eyes bore holes into her corpse, mouth slightly shape while his mind tried to process what he was looking at.

He knew something had happened when he flew by Gunther’s hanging body earlier, but he didn’t expect to see all of.. this.

Where was Eren?

Where were you..?

Oh god, how could he forget about you?

Your body was nowhere to be seen.

You weren’t eaten, were you? You were too strong to be killed by some Titan. But so was his squad, and they didn’t make it-

Hearing rustling down below made his eyes dart to the source, a dark shadow moving behind one of the trees. It was too small to be a Titan, but not too big that it couldn’t of been a human.

Anchors shot out and landed in a tree near him, pulling him around the outside edge of the open area. He didn’t want to be seen, just in case. When he landed he made sure no titans were around, before looking down at the mass on the ground.

It was obviously a human, and a wounded one at that.

———

Blood was all around you.

On your jacket, your shirt, pants, watching in horror at the sight of Petra being crushed, along with Oluo. They didn’t let Eren fight, though you were one of the best, one of your wires were sheered off when Gunther was..

You tried so hard not to think about his limp and cold body, hanging from his wires, blood dripping from his nape and falling to the ground below.

Your broken wire didn’t stop you from trying to fight, pulling out both your damaged blades, the last ones you had in your scabbard.

“(Y/N)!!” You ignored Eren’s pained scream as he watched you go, about to fly after you. But it all happened so fast.

Trying to use your momentum and one wire, the anchor burried into her upper thigh and pulled you up into the air. Pulling out and latching into her arm, you swung yourself up and almost above her head. You didn’t want to die not doing anything or not protecting Eren. Rage fuled you and shown through your bright (E/C) eyes, raising your blades above your head and launched the hook into her neck.

With a scream, wires and gas hissed, pulling you forward, feet from her vulnerable nape..

Then, you began to fall.

Your hook came loose when she turned sharply, lashing her arm out at you.

Using a quick burst of gas, you tried to move away, her fingers almost grabbing your legs. Moving your hair from your face, your eyes landed on her face, meer meters from your form, a loud boom echoing through the forest, a inhuman like scream soon following.

A foot connected with the torso of the Female Titan, sending her into a tree.

You were too caught up with watching Eren scream and go to punch the other shifter, you did not have any time to brace yourself against the hard ground. Wind was knocked out of your lungs, and you swore you heard something crack.

With your adrenaline coursing through you so fast, watching Eren’s head get blown off and his human body sticking out of the nape, her teeth chomped down on his body and ripped him out.

You didn’t notice the white hot pain flowing through your body until the adrenaline wore off.

You couldn’t breathe well. Every time you inhaled, a stabbing pain went through your chest and stomach.

How did you get against a tree? Your vision was blurring, mind fuzzy, almost not noticing the brown boots in front of you, or the body of a soldier flying above. You recognized that black hair and those dark eyes, forcing a smirk onto your bloody lips.

“Guess I’ve seen b-better days, eh, Captain?”

Blood spurted out of your mouth and down your chin, making Levi cringe visibly and kneel down in front of you. “Tch.. you’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Y-Yeah, well.. I’m your idiot, aren’t I?”

More blood bubbled out of your mouth, dripping down your neck and chest. The sight made something in Levi’s chest hurt.

You two weren’t really a.. thing, but you two were quite close. You remembered the day him, Isabel and Farlan were forced to join the corps. You and Hanji were the ones who trained them.

You’d think you would’ve been a higher rank by now, but you’ve declined every offer for promotion. You didn’t want to be a squad leader, captain or section commander, and send people to their deaths.

Once Petra came around, you and Levi grew distant. You wouldn’t talk as much, as the ginger seemed to cling to his arm and glare at you whenever you would talk.

You didn’t hate Petra, but you did not like her either.

Due to this, you would hang out more with Eren, Reiner, Jean, Mikasa, and the other new cadets to the survey corps. You weren’t oblivious to the jealous and angry looks you would get from Levi when you would laugh at one of Reiner’s jokes. But if he wasn’t going to try and talk to you, then why bother with him?

“Shut up. You’re hurt. Mikasa went after the Female Titan, and you-“

“Go.”

“... what?”

“I said go!”

More blood.

“Go after Eren and Mikasa. I’m dying, Levi. I.. won’t be a bother to you anymore.” You forced a smile and looked up at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Bother- What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh please, don’t give me that shit. Once Petra came along, you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“That is a load of bullshit, (Y/N)-“

“Just go! I only have o-one wire working, but I can try and get back to the carriages.”

You wanted to keep fighting. Fight for Levi, fight for Eren, your family, your friends, you couldn’t leave him.. but the mission was more important than your measly life.

You attempted to stand and lean against the tree behind you, only to have Levi grab both of your arms and lift you like a sack of potatoes.

“You aren’t going anywhere. So shut the hell up. We don’t have time for this drama. There are more important things.”

The tears finally slid down your face, eyes shut tightly. “I-I could’ve done something.. I could’ve saved them if my other wire wasn’t fried-“

“(Y/N).” His voice was cold and stern, almost pinning you to the tree from how hard he was holding you up.

“Even if you did fight, you would of ended up being a blood stain on the fucking ground! You are alive and breathing-“

“Not very fucking well if you ask me.”

“Will you shut the fuck up?”

Though you had a broken smile on your lips, your teeth were stained red from your own blood. Looking back at him, your heart almost shattered.

Levi, humanity’s strongest, the hardass captain what could throw Reiner over his shoulder, kill someone just by looking at them, was trying not to cry.

His dark but pretty grey eyes were dull and glossy from the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

“Why don’t you think before you throw yourself into danger?! If you die, how do you think people would feel? Your parents, Titan shit, Arlert, Braus, Kirstein?” He paused for a moment, his teeth clenched together tightly.

“How do you think I would feel?”

Trying to ignore the burning pain in your torso, your eyes bore into his, though he refused to look at you now. Your own eyes were filling with more and more tears, arms becoming weak.

Why was it getting darker?

“I lost so many people over the years.. I can’t lose you too..” His voice was quiet, eyes shut tightly, only to snap open when he heard your meek voice.

“Levi.. I’m.. so tired..”

His voice was caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“No.. no, try and keep your eyes open, stay awake, stay with me.”

The only way to get you out of here was to carry you, but he had to go after Eren’s number one fan and save the little shit. Mikasa can get reckless on the battlefield, as she almost got mashed by Eren. Twice, during Trost.

“Levi? Where did you go..?”

“I-I’m right here-“ his voice broke slightly.

“Why can’t I.. hear anything..”

“(Y/N), please-!”

“It’s.. so dark..”

Tears were falling freely from his eyes, almost glad you couldn’t see how broken he was. Everything came crashing down on him. The death of his squad, all the casualties, and seeing someone he grew so fond of, so close to, in such pain and so close to death.

His shoulders shook from holding back hiccups and sniffles. Forcing a chuckle, he shook his head while looking down at your still form.

“I’m so pathetic, aren’t I? Crying over someone like you..”

————

It was like someone lit a fire inside your chest. Eyelids fluttering open, light filled your eyes and nearly blinded you. Stone walls with torches and lanterns hanging off of hooks, a white privacy curtain surrounding your bed.

Next to it was a chair, empty.

Your chest and stomach were covered in bloody bandages, some here and there on your wounded arms.

Sitting up wasn’t an option, because as you tried to get up, you instantly fell back onto the mattress, making the frame creak slightly.

The pain was unbearable to say the least. What on earth happened to make you hurt so much?

Suddenly the curtain swung open, followed by a loud yell.

“She’s awake!”

“Keep your voice down you stupid fuck.”

#levi x reader #attack on titan onehots #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan #levi ackerman #petra ral #oluo bozado #gunther schultz #eld gin #female titan #annie leonhardt #scouting legion #survey corps

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the parent trap — levi ackerman (i)

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: none, just two adorable little boys being idiots

— summary: two boys discovered that they are connected in more ways than they expected.

— word count: 6k (oops i regret nothing)

— author’s notes: i watched the parent trap recently and i had to do this. everything in this multi-part fic will be based on the parent trap and most of the dialogue can be found in the movie. this chapter doesn’t contain that much levi and the reader (they’re mentioned tho) but it contains bickering between two kids. happy reading !!

part two

Bright gray eyes stared out the window, onyx hair being ruffled by the wind, as the bus’ engine finally stopped at its destination with dozens of boys excitedly finding friends under the cooling canopy of trees of Camp Eldia for Boys. It was a good kind of chaotic, a boy of eleven thought even though he wasn’t used to so many people in one place at the same time (his dad hated it), as he kept his eyes peeled for an orange duffel bag. It was a bright shade and he couldn’t afford to lose it in this horde — he didn’t want to damage it, knowing that his dad specifically bought it for this summer getaway. A shoulder bumped into him, causing the young boy to lose his footing, but not before directing an icy glare at the person, who scurried away after getting a glimpse of his face. Huffing under his breath, he steadied himself while patting his shorts and denim jacket, catching a familiar orange in the pile of duffel bags as he rose his head.

“There you are,” he whispered under his breath with a smile pulling on his lips, his feet carrying him to the pile. The moment he caught hold of the straps of the bag, a scowl replaced his smile, exclaiming, “For fuck’s sake!” as the camp’s staff dumped a lot of bags on top of his. Noticing the incredulous stare given to him by the green-eyed adult, the boy directed his irritated glare from the pile to him. “Do you need something? Or are you going to dump more bags in this pile?”

The green-eyed man rose his hands as if surrendering. “Chill, little dude, you can always get it out.”

The boy rolled his eyes.

“Okay, rude,” the staff murmured, walking away from the struggling kid. “Kids these days, having undercuts and piercings at a young age.”

The black-haired boy continued pulling on his duffel, occasionally cursing in various volumes. He didn’t realize someone timidly coming up beside him, looking between him and the orange bag. Right when he was about to call for help from the adults, the silver-eyed boy turned around, only to jump with his back on the bags at the sight of a boy his age looking at him curiously. Damn it, his lessons in social interaction with his nanny weren’t getting to him at the moment. “Hi,” he muttered, wary of the boy still staring at him with a tilted head. “Can I help you?”

“I think you’re the one who will be needing help,” the boy replied, nodding at the bags. “You know, with that.” A stretch of silence rang through while two pairs of eyes continued staring at each other, one narrowed while the other kind, the owner of the latter now walking to the pile of bags. “Here, let me help.” The boy effortlessly pulled on the strap of the orange duffel, the bag now free from the confines of the pile. The silver-eyed boy looked at the other person with wide eyes. Okay, maybe he wasn’t the same age as him, maybe he was a little older. The boy was taller than him by inches and it made him feel small. “First time in camp? I can tell since you weren’t fast enough in getting your bag from the staff.” The boy nodded at the adults flitting through the throng of pubescent boys. “My name’s Michael. What’s yours?”

As the black-haired boy opened his mouth to give it to his newly found friend (surprise for his dad because he made a friend hours after telling him he will have trouble getting one with his snappy attitude), the brown-haired, green-eyed man from earlier shouted, “Altair Ackerman!”

He rose his hand, “Right here!”

“You’re in the Ehrmich cabin!”

Altair nodded, turning back to Michael, who was grinning. “We’re in the same cabin.”

“Awesome.”

It wasn’t meant to be sarcastic but given the fact that he grew up with an always annoyed man as his father (though his dad was never seen with a scowl when he was around), Altair picked up some of the older man’s habits. The silver-eyed boy took in a deep breath and roamed his eyes around the camp, the countryside of his hometown reminiscent inside his mind, clogging his chest with nostalgia out of nowhere. He was starting to miss the hectares of small tea trees surrounding their estate that seemed to clear the air whenever he took his morning walks, even their quaint little tea shop boring their last name in the middle of their town (well, it was quaint but their numbers are increasing around their state, which is insane). After eight weeks of being with people he barely even knew, Altair was in for a wild ride. He would much rather race through their estate on his horse, Nox, than participate in friendship rituals or whatever camps do during the summer (don’t forget the camp sing-alongs that his father warned him about, giving him second thoughts at the last minute).

Every hour of his flight to Maine was spent thinking about why his father decided to ship him off to the other end of the country. For what? Altair will never know.

A honk interrupted Altair from his thoughts, eyeing the sleek black car entering the camp’s premises with furrowed brows. He can hear Michael express his awe beside him. Who in their right mind would choose to ride a borderline limousine inside a summer camp?

“Dang, the person in that must have a lot of money,” Michael stated.

Altair only narrowed his eyes in slight scrutiny. His small family also has a lot of money but he never once suggested to his dad that he will be arriving in camp with his horse. Plus, poor Nox wouldn’t want to be cooped up inside a ship just for that. “Maybe,” he muttered in reply to his friend. “Hey, do you play poker? My dad gave me cards for this trip.”

“I don’t know how to play poker but you can always show me the ropes.”

“Great.”

As the two boys went inside their cabin and greeting some of their roommates, the black car opened, along with a lean man surveying the camp with a watchful eye. Most of the children had their eyes curiously stuck on the vehicle and the man with light brown hair had to hold in his smug smile at their dashing entrance. Ducking down to address the person inside the car, he opted for smiling encouragingly at the onyx-haired boy — he doesn’t want to bite down his tongue in front of young children because that would be embarrassing. Feet enclosed in dress shoes stepped outside of the black car, beholding the sight of an eleven-year-old boy clad in a gray suit jacket and matching short pants. His hair fell right past his ears and touching the nape of his neck in tidy wavy locks, his hand clutching his stationery box.

The man behind the boy smiled before saying, “Here we are — Camp Eldia for Boys.” The man followed the boy, who was walking towards the side of the car with wide, admiring eyes. “We traveled all the way from London for this.”

The boy of silver eyes chuckled, the sound twinkling in the air. “It’s rather picturesque,” he glanced at the man with a huge grin, “don’t you think?”

The light-brown-haired man swatted a mosquito hovering close to his face, turning to the child with a sigh. “Not exactly the term I would use in describing this,” he paused, looking around the vicinity with narrowed eyes, “place.” He didn’t want to be rude now that he saw how the young boy stared at the cabins with bright eyes. He took the box from the boy’s hand, the latter giggling at his friend’s unamused face, and took out a small notebook and a pen from the inner pockets of his suit. Opening it to a checklist, he started, “Now, let us review your mother’s list.” At the sound of the young boy humming lightheartedly, he continued with a small smile, “Vitamins?”

The boy grinned. “Check.”

“Minerals?”

“Check.”

“List of daily fruits and vegetables?”

“Check. Check.”

The man stopped, staring at the onyx-haired boy with a raised eyebrow.

The young kid laughed. “Check for the fruits and another check for the vegetables. Go on.”

With a satisfied smile, the man continued listing items from the list — sunblock, lip balm, insect repellant, and the stamps that the boy will be using for the weekly letters. Then, he also gave reminders for the photographs if ever the kid misses his family members. All of this was answered with a huge smile, claiming the young boy had all of those in check, adding a, “You don’t need to worry. I got everything handled and packed safely in my luggage.”

“Oh, and before I forget, here’s a little something from Hange.” The older man presented something from his suit with a smirk. “Spanking new deck of cards. Maybe you’ll actually find someone on this continent who can whip your tush at poker.”

“I doubt it,” came the reply. The black-haired boy swayed on the balls of his feet, an endearing smile plastered on his face. “Thanks for bringing me here, Oluo.”

Oluo Bozado, the butler of the esteemed [Last Name] family was a dear person to the little boy and the extended members of the household, seeing as he witnessed how the mistress of the household took care of the young boy all by herself until he was a bright child ready for all sorts of adventures. Looking at the child of bright stormy eyes and hair as dark as midnight, the brown-haired man felt his lips tremble with the thought that his young master was starting to experience what it was like away from family. It was only a week before that the boy’s mother decided to present more opportunities for her son while she was away for a business trip in Greece.

It was a great decision to bring along the child but it was more suited for him to mingle with people his age, knowing that he was homeschooled all his life. Now, Oluo was trying hard not to bawl his eyes out in the middle of this blasted summer camp so instead, he spread his arms for the little boy to give him a goodbye. Sniffing occasionally, Oluo muttered with conviction, “Now, you remember, if you ever change your mind and want me to come here and collect you at the end of the camp — we’re all only one phone call away.”

Chuckling at the antics of the butler, the dark-haired boy pulled away and patted the man’s back. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. You, Hange, and Mum shouldn’t worry too much. Though, Hange wouldn’t worry that much since they’re responsible for this suggestion. Nevertheless, I’m a big boy now. See you in eight weeks, Oluo, old pal.”

Oluo huffed lightheartedly. “I’m not that old, you know. It’s just the face. Keep safe, Caelum.”

Caelum grinned knowingly. The two then started doing their signature pact of friendship, which the child orchestrated the moment he started to be aware of his surroundings. Their hands clapped against each other, bumping their hips along an imaginary beat, sliding past one another, and ending the small show with a firm handshake and a smile on their faces. Oluo smiled softly and affectionately ruffled Caelum’s hair, making the wavy curls more pronounced. “Have fun, little prince.”

“I will.”

One week in camp and everything was going the way Caelum expected it to be. He made friends with a few campers, who were all chattering about how cool he was while entering the camp a while back, saying that he looked like a noble. All of their remarks will always be brushed off by the dark-haired boy. There was partial truth in what they were saying, his mother’s family solely responsible for why he acted like the way he is — regal. For a shorter explanation, Caelum was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Plus, he was spoiled a lot by his Mum’s best friend, Hange, who lived with them for he could remember.

(“Do you want to know why I live here, little bean? Except for being a freeloader—ow, I’m just having a laugh, [Name]! If you’ll excuse that interruption, I live here because this has been my home. Your Mum’s family accepted me after I came out to my parents. Aaaand, I get to see your cute face every day!”)

There were so many things that he loved while being on this little escape. One, this place was full of sunshine and laughter compared to his home back in London, not that he hated the gloomy thunderstorms and the sounds of the city back home, but it was nice to finally relax under the blinding rays of the sun. Two, the games were glorious, having to play alongside children around his age. It was exhilarating in the smallest of ways and it warmed Caelum’s heart. After getting their lunch inside the cafeteria (which consisted of a strange encounter from one of the camp directors, Nile Dok, saying that he saw someone who looked a lot like Caelum seconds before acknowledging him), the little boy roamed around the camp beside his friends. Ahead of them was a small gathering of campers and a staff, Eren Jaeger, Caelum learned. The adult was saying along the lines of challenging the reigning champion of fencing.

Caelum had to hold back his scoff.

He had a fencing teacher once and he was told that he could best anyone even if he would do it halfheartedly. Maybe it was the nostalgia bringing in the drive to be the said challenger but the silver-eyed boy found himself saying, “Can I challenge him?”

Eren didn’t look up from his clipboard as he answered, “Finally, someone stepped up. Okay, you can suit up there, buddy. Your fellow campers will help you get ready.”

“Got it.”

Once he was fitted with the white fencing suit, Caelum wiggled his arms as he released a deep breath. It’s been a while since he prepared for another spar, almost a year now, and he could only hope that he wasn’t rusty. Running his hand through his thick hair, Caelum placed the helmet snug around his head. Without waiting for their referee (who looked like they wanted to be at another place at the moment), the onyx-haired boy faced his opponent. He sized up the boy in front of him with blank eyes. It looked like they were of a similar build, with the boy bouncing at his feet every few seconds, which irked Caelum in the slightest. Maybe this would be the moment to be serious in something he thought he used only to pass the time. Lowering his stance with bended knees, Caelum neutrally positioned himself so that his opponent wouldn’t know if he was in the offense or defense.

“Fencers ready?” Eren asked the two of them, eyes flitting between the two boys.

The boy in front of Caelum said, “Ready,” in the exact voice as him that it unnerved the black-haired boy.

Shaking his head, Caelum flipped his saber expertly in the air. “All set.”

“Tch, show-off.”

The silver-eyed boy felt his insides churn with annoyance.

“En garde, fence!”

Caelum immediately forwarded a couple of steps, taunting his opponent with light jabs as the other person defended his torso against Caelum’s attacks. Once he had the boy in the green fencing suit backed against the trees with nowhere to turn, the last thing Caelum expected was to have his adversary dashing for one of the trunks, gaining momentum for a second and jumping on the surface of the tree in a graceful turn, the other boy’s saber slashing the direction of the silver-eyed boy’s stomach. Caelum backed away with a jump at the last second, successfully dodging the boy’s attack, to which he failed to notice the glint of metal shooting towards his head. With his instincts, Caelum ducked down and made a counter-attack, zoning his attention on the opening on his opponent’s knees brandishing for his attention. Annoyance once again prickled Caelum’s being, bubbling in his stomach and reaching towards his head in migraine, as the other boy parried his consecutive offensive maneuvers until they circled the entire area for the camp’s games.

The onlookers could see how the two mirrored each other. When Caelum went for the overhead jab, the other boy would strike his rival’s lower body. It was a dance of parries and counter-attacks that some of them were starting to feel dizzy from all the constant back-and-forths between the two children. Even Eren, who was starting to think that accepting this job for the summer was a total waste, perked up while the two boys continued meeting their weapons in parries as their little feet brought them to where the pavilion was situated. The green-eyed man even called for one of his friends, Reiner Braun, to watch the exciting fencing tournament. With bated breath, every pair of eyes watched as the boy in green had his saber thrown away by a flick of Caelum’s sword, leaving the former with nowhere to go and no weapon to deflect the point of the saber’s tip on his chest.

Right when the audience thought the two were done (Eren was about to announce the winner), the boy in green lost his balance from Caelum’s push, his body going over the railings of the pavilion and into the small washing area by the side of the establishment.

“What the fuck?!”

Caelum swore he heard the entire audience gasp.

The only question in his mind was ‘what was the reason?’ Was it the curse words or the fact that he just pushed his opponent in a tub of water that could’ve seen better days?

Pursing his lips, the silver-eyed boy leaned over the railings and reached out a hand. “Sorry about that, let me help you.”

“No, let me help you.”

Water entered Caelum’s helmet as he toppled over from the force of the other boy’s pull. He slowly looked over at the other person occupying the tub of water after sitting up. He could feel his eye twitch from behind the soaked helmet. There was a distinct chatter in the background, asking both boys if they were alright. Eren might have called over his friends and now they were fussing over the two with concerned and amusing questions. And yet, Caelum never strayed his glare from the person in front of him.

“What did you do that for?” Caelum seethed.

“Me?!” The boy all but screamed at his face, his hands gesturing between them. “You pushed me in, you idiot!”

“I did not!”

“I’m sorry I ruffled your feathers, gentleman,” the boy spat.

“Okay!” Eren interjected, coming forward and crouching to meet the boys’ eyes. His earlier expression of boredom was now switched into something bright as he looked back and forth the two boys. “That was awesome, little dudes! Are you sure you two didn’t enter any kind of fencing competition?” When he saw that the two had opposing answers, he grinned. “Campers,” he called out to the children surrounding him, “I think we have ourselves a new camp champion, from London, England — Caelum [Last Name]!” Eren stood up to his full height, watching as the two boys took off their helmets, backs facing one another. The said champion shaking his head and splashing water droplets like a dog while the other boy raked his hand over his short hair, slicking back his haircut. The green-eyed man noticed something from the two but he extinguished his curiosity with a, “Alright, dudes, shake hands. We love and promote sportsmanship in this household.” Preventing a chuckle from coming out since the boys didn’t budge from their positions, Eren once again tried, “Come on, little dudes.”

Altair has never been surprised even once in his life but the moment right now shook his entire world.

It was like viewing himself in the mirror.

Even though the boy in front of him had longer hair, there was no mistaking how his heart was pounding inside his chest, breath taken away at the uncanny resemblance between him and this boy from England (posh accent and all). He vividly read somewhere that seven people around the world looked exactly like a single individual, remembering how he thought that was cool enough for his seven-year-old brain. Maybe this was it. But he knew better because the more he stared shell-shocked at the boy with waves for hair, the more the feeling like he knew him bubbled inside his stomach. The boy seemed to think similar thoughts as him at the moment, stretching his hand for a tentative handshake that was long overdue (probably a couple of minutes, like Altair cared).

A zap.

A bolt of electricity.

It trickled in Altair’s whole arm until he pulled away from the boy’s grasp.

He was never big on physical contact, to begin with. Yeah, that’s the reason why he pulled away so quickly and not the possibility of sharing something common with the boy who looked like him. Brushing everything off just like his dad always did, Altair scoffed, purposely wiping his hand on his pants exaggeratedly as he stated, “Why is everybody staring at us?”

The boy stared at him like he grew a second head, which sparked irritation in his veins. “Don’t you see it?”

Altair lazily looked around. “See what?”

Furrowed eyebrows graced the pretty boy’s expression (by calling the boy pretty, he was practically calling himself pretty, and Altair had no complaints about that). “The resemblance between us, you tosser.”

“What?”

“I said—“

“I heard what you said.” Altair stepped forward a little to glare at the boy. “What did you call me?”

The boy rose his chin a little in the air. “A tosser.”

“I swear to God,” Altair murmured under his breath, a smile of disbelief painted his lips, “if you don’t stop calling me names in your slang, I’d really be a tosser because I will fucking toss you and your stuck-up ass in the lake right now.” He continued surveying the boy with eyes full of disdain. “And what resemblance? I don’t see a thing because you look nothing like me.” The other boy’s face contorted into that blank mien that he was sure only him and his dad could pull off. The bags under the boy’s eyes became prominent as he matched Altair’s stare. Huffing indignantly, Altair continued, “For your information, your eyes are much closer together than mine. Your ears … it makes you look like a rat. Your teeth are crooked. Oh, and that nose? Don’t worry, those things can be fixed.” Satisfaction made Altair’s chest puff in confidence at the offended look on the boy’s visage. “You want to know the real difference between us? It’s—“

“I know how to fence and you don’t?” The boy taunted. He placed a finger on his chin as if contemplating something. “Or I have class and you don’t? Just take your pick, good sir.”

“You little shit—“

“Try me, you fu—“

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Eren interrupted, placing a hand on both boys' shoulders. “Let’s break up this little lovefest of yours. Caelum, Altair.” Then, at the next second, the man became confused. “Altair, Caelum. Caelum? Altair? Oh, holy shit, this is giving me a whiplash.”

The following weeks were pure hell that Caelum was convinced this was his punishment for eating Hange’s stash of their favorite butter cookies. He could remember how they screamed bloody murder for whoever finished their special tin, with Caelum’s mother calming them down and saying they probably forgot eating them. Nobody knew who ate them, well, except for Oluo since the butler caught the young master in the act.

That Altair kid definitely knew how to handle a grudge, throwing pranks at Caelum left and right, causing the latter to retaliate in the most mature way possible — giving the boy who looked like him a taste of his own medicine. It all started when Caelum was defeated at poker the night after they had their fencing competition, defeated by Altair to be precise. That pompous idiot thought it was funny to taunt Caelum into diving into the lake naked and leaving him behind while Altair’s little posse took away his clothes. It was mortifying, walking back to his cabin stuttering because of the cold, no clothes to keep him warm. That spurred him to take revenge, asking for his cabinmates’ help in getting out the Ehrmich cabin’s beds for all the campers and camp directors to see. It only got worse after that. It was all fun and games until Altair got Nile Dok and his assistant, Floch Forster, in his ultimate prank to humiliate Caelum, turning the Mitras cabin into a mess of honey, whipped cream, water balloons, and feathers.

While Nile was screaming for Caelum and Altair to pack their bags, the former turned to look at his doppelganger with lifeless eyes. “You are without a doubt the lowest, most awful person on the planet.”

Altair couldn’t help but smirk devilishly. “Thank you, thank you very much.”

Nile decided that the fitting consequence was to put the two of them in the isolation cabin. Caelum doesn’t know if that will help with their situation. He was convinced they will kill each other if they’re cooped inside a smaller cabin.

The first night in the isolation cabin was turning out quite nicely for the longer-haired boy, taking out his journal to write the significant events that happened during the day. He was peacefully enjoying his solitude that he didn’t notice Altair huff every second while glaring at the overhead light bulb that served as their only light source. At the umpteenth wordless complain, Altair had enough of it, sitting up in his bed and turned the lights off. The whole cabin was bathed in darkness, making Caelum flinch since he was immersed in writing out his inner thoughts of decapitating the person sharing his space at the moment. With an incredulous stare directed at the boy across the room, Caelum turned on the lights, which resulted in a battle between the two boys and making it seem like the isolation cabin was infested with ghosts.

After an entire week in the isolation cabin, there was a thunderstorm warning around the camp. As some of the campers screamed while looking for shelter one afternoon, Altair was organizing the posters plastered on his side of the room. The other person occupying the cabin was trying to distract himself by playing solitaire. The short-haired boy wanted to make casual talk since the silence has been stifling for the past hours but his anxiety-ridden gut got the best of him so he chose to stay quiet while fiddling with the poster of his favorite show. A strong gust of wind then blew from the opened windows, making his posters fly around the room.

Caelum looked up from putting a card on one column and immediately stood up to help the boy struggling with closing the window. “Oh, no,” he murmured when he saw the mess. With occasional glances, he planted his hands on one side of the sliding window and pushed. He didn’t miss how Altair looked at him with a weird face. The longer-haired boy didn’t care as he pushed the window, stopping the howls of the wind. Feeling the stares drilled at the side of his head, Caelum met Altair’s stare with a small half-smile before nodding towards the posters scattered over the floor. “Need help with that?” A nod was all Caelum needed to pick up the posters with Altair, a comforting silence blanketing the two boys. In the midst of their tidying up, he noticed a stuffed toy lying on top of some newspaper clippings. Thinking that Altair will act rashly again, he hesitated, “Oh, here’s your…”

Altair turned to the other boy, breathing a laugh through his nose and taking the stuffed bunny from Caelum. “Snuffles. For having a tough-boy persona, I don’t look like the kind of person who owns a stuffed toy, right?”

“Not at all, I think it’s pretty normal.” Smiles were shared, with the longer-haired boy fidgeting with his fingers, needing to break the silent atmosphere. “No pictures were ruined, right?”

“You don’t have to worry,” Altair replied with a slight smile, eyes still on the posters. “You were fast enough in helping me with the window.”

“Home has pretty much had this weather most of the month. I guess I developed the reflexes there.”

Altair hummed, looking inquisitively at the wavy-haired boy. “How far is London anyway?”

“Well, from here it’s 3,000 miles, but sometimes it seems much further. How far away is your home?”

“California’s at the other end of the country.” Altair looked at the side and picked up a photo. “Here’s a picture of my house.”

Caelum peered down at the picture and immediately thought it looked, “Amazing.”

“I know, right?” Altair flashed a proud smile. “Dad built it when I was a baby, at least that’s what he said. We got this incredible porch that has a cool view of the tea tree plantation and then there’s this pool in our backyard. Petra, my nanny, will always scold me for staying too long in the water or for walking around the plantation until nighttime. I also have this beautiful horse that Dad gave me for my tenth birthday, she’s amazing, her name’s Nox, by the way.”

“Who’s that?” Caelum pointed at a black-haired man, who only had his back on the photo. The man was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and some jeans. Even though he never saw the man in person, there was something about that physique that screams familiarity, very much like how he first met Altair.

The other boy blinked before grinning. “That’s my Dad. He’s like my best friend since nobody wanted to befriend me for being snappy. We kind of did everything together. He didn’t know I was taking his picture or else he would turn around and tell me to take a picture of the house instead. He doesn’t like his picture taken, says he doesn’t like the sound of the cameras or how it exposes him.”

“Why?” Caelum asked curiously with a pinch in his chest. Must be complete to have someone you can call Dad.

Altair shrugged. “Beats me. Every time someone wants to take a picture of him and our teahouse, he would decline. But, the only pictures that he was in were the ones that have my mom in them. That disappeared when I found out about it though.” At the expression on Caelum’s face, the boy tried asking what was wrong, only to be told that the room was getting chilly. As Caelum stood up from the floor and went to his bed, Altair followed suit and opened the trunk at the end of his bed. Taking out something that always cheered him up, he lifted it so that the wavy-haired boy could see it. “Want some Oreos? I know you’ll find this weird but I eat them with peanut butter.” He then took out a jar of peanut butter from his things.

“That is weird.” Caelum saw how Altair’s face slightly dropped, so he continued, “That’s weird because I eat Oreos with peanut butter, too.”

Altair took a seat on Caelum’s bed, a few feet separating the two boys. “Finally someone who appreciates the combination. Dad always told me it’s disgusting even though I’ve seen him eat Oreos with peanut butter a couple of times for his midnight tea.” Opening the box of Oreos, Altair offered one to his newfound friend, to which Caelum took gratefully. “So what’s your dad like? Is he one of those workaholics who always go home late and leaves the house before you wake up? Or is he those types who spoil you with all the time in the world while still keeping up with his job?”

With a small smile, Caelum answered, “I don’t have a father. I mean, I had one once, I suppose, but my parents divorced years ago.” He looked down thoughtfully. “My mother never even mentions him. It’s like he evaporated into thin air or something.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair before taking another Oreo from the packaging.

“It’s scary how the way nobody stays together anymore.”

“Tell me about it.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m turning twelve on December 24.”

Altair choked, swiveling his head to the boy beside him. “That’s my birthday, too!”

“We have the same birthday,” Caelum trailed off, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How weird is that.”

“Extremely,” the short-haired boy answered, looking out the window the next second. “Hey, would you look at that? It finally stopped raining.” Standing up from the bed, he stretched his arms into the air and sighing in satisfaction. “Come on, Cae, let’s get some popsicles from the mess hall. It’s always good to eat something cold in this weather.” He went outside the cabin until he noticed that the door didn’t open after him. Curiously, Altair looked up from the bottom of the stairs, meeting the stare of his perturbed friend. “Hey, are you alright?”

Caelum was fidgeting with his sweater, looking at anywhere except for the boy at the bottom of the stairs. He leaned against the railings before speaking out what was bothering his mind since he saw the picture of Altair’s father, “Al, what’s your mother like?”

Stuffing his hands inside his pockets, Altair answered, “She’s not exactly in the picture in our little family. I mean, she and Dad split up when I was a baby or even before that. I never met her and Dad never talks about her every time he’s at the house.” He then remembered the picture he stole from his father’s nightstand after trying to find the photo album with his parents in it. “But I know she’s really, really beautiful. Probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, even if it was just a picture I stole from Dad’s nightstand.”

“Do you have that picture right now?”

“Yeah? Hey, I’m getting hungry, let’s get some lunch.”

The wavy-haired boy turned around, leaving Altair outside of the cabin. “Don’t you realize what’s happening?” When he faced the boy following him, he saw how Altair jumped an inch at how quickly he turned around. Holding back a snicker, Caelum continued his theory, “Look, I don’t have a father and you’re also missing your mother. We’ve also never seen our missing parents. You have one picture of your mum and I also have one picture of my dad. Well, at least you have one whole picture, mine’s a pathetic crinkled little thing and ripped down the middle ...” He stopped his rambling when he saw Altair dashing his trunk. “What are you rummaging in your trunk for?”

“This.” Altair pointed at the picture in his hands. “This is the picture of my mom and it’s ripped down the middle, too.”

Caelum also went to his desk, taking out a tin box where he kept all the photos of his family members. He slid out a ripped photograph and went back to his friend’s side. “On the count of three, let’s put it together.”

“One.”

“Two.”

Together they shouted, “Three!”

Like puzzle pieces, the two ripped parts became a whole picture again, like the two boys inside the small cabin as they looked at each other and realized they share more than just their birthdays and love for peanut butter Oreos.

“I have this crazy yet genius idea!”

“I hope this doesn’t concern another dip in the lake.”

“No, this is better.” A crazy glint in Altair’s eyes appeared. “Let’s switch places when we go home.”

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi #levi ackerman x reader #modern au #i had fun writing this kannwkw #rorywrites #levi ackerman

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ao3feed-eremika · 3 years

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Saving Mr. Popular | Levi x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3EibCXF

by Astraluxie

Words: 1013, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Petra Ral, Olou Bozado, Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church, Jean Kirstein, Kuchel Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman

Relationships: Oluo Bozado/Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman/Reader, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë

Additional Tags: Soft Levi Ackerman, Nonbinary Hange Zoë

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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meet & greet - part 1

2845: EXILE

synopsis: It’s the year 2845. A year where Earth is in shambles and space is the new frontier. You are sent along with other cadets to a distress call about some type of unknown creature. You are new as an engineer on the ship Shiganshina and you have to work for your boss and leader of your group Levi Ackerman. But remember, in space no one can hear you scream.

pairing: levi ackerman x female! reader words: 3,406(　〇□〇） genre: fluff, space au, series, future au, romance, comedy

a/n: this is my first au series. my sis is obssessed w the alien franchise and she showed me alien isolation and it was so good she watched it like all the time and she saw markipliers game through so im excited to show yall my idea, hope yall like it. hope u like some sexy space levi cuz i know i do.

You remembered what your father taught you - how to create with your hands. How in your mind you felt lost and insignificant in this vast existence called space. But he explained to you that you could be so much more. With your help people can depend on you and believe in you and that makes you important. That makes hard work payed off when you are there for someone.

“Hey rookie, make sure to get those screws in. We don’t want this compartment tearing apart.” Hannes, your co-worker, ordered you.

You wiped the grease from your forehead. Sweat was dripping down your face. “How many times do I gotta tell you this, Hannes, just because I’m new to this job doesn’t mean I don’t know how to seal a door.” You banged the object and rolled your eyes and the insensitive words of that man. He thought he owned the business. “Besides, once I get enough cash, I can buy my own ship and head on out of here like a-”

“-person’s hair caught on fire,” Hannes chuckled. “We know this. You tell us every time.”

You pushed yourself up to get yourself a cup of coffee. “It’s true though, I’m gonna do.” You bit your gloves off as you scratched the back of your head. “Somehow.” It was difficult finding jobs for engineers. Every thing was growing and getting more modern as the days went by. Now robots took care of things and did what you could do but 10 times faster, better, and more work. Plus, you had limited knowledge, you needed to be trained more but there was only so much your old man taught you. “I already know how I’m going to decorate it and the speed.” You whistled. “That baby is going to go faster than a meteorite.” There were stars in your eyes. It was all you ever dreamed of, ever since you were a little girl. It was all you wanted to do. Build things and be on your own. Making your own rules and being your own person.

You picked up your wrench and went under the compartment to take a look at its legs.

“Um, Y/N. There’s someone here to see you.” Hannes said.

You rolled out from under to see your best friend who is like your little brother, Eren, with his two pals, Mikasa and Armin. “No way! Hey guys!” You ran to them for a hug. “I haven’t seen you guys in like 2 years!”

Eren smiled wide as he brought you aside. “Yeah, its been a while.”

“Why are you getting so tall squirt?” You ruffled his chocolate brown hair. You and Eren knew each other as little kids. His father was a doctor and was acquainted with your father. From time to time they worked together.

“Must be all that food we eat at the academy!” Armin said with a cheerful spirit.

That’s when you took one look at their attire and saw all of them wearing their space academy suits and that’s when you knew Eren came here to change your mind.

You shook your head as you walked away to look for parts.

“Y/N! Where are you going? Y/N!” Eren called out for you.

“Nice going really subtle.” Mikasa smacked Armin.

“What?” The little sunshine was lost.

Ever since Eren got into the space academy he had been trying to get you enrolled as well. It was his dream and all but not yours. You didn’t want to be stuck in a room with entitled brats that think they know it all when they really didn’t. It wasn’t your calling and you didn’t want to go and nothing, nobody could change your mind.

“Please Y/N, listen up.” Eren helped you pick up the box of parts.

“Why should I? I can’t believe the only reason you would show up and see your friend is to convince her to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

“That’s not true. It’s not like that,” Eren tried to explain.

“So you didn’t come over here to change my mind?”

Eren was silent but then gave in, “Okay, yes. But it’s because we need you!”

“Sure,” you said sarcastically. “Like I’ve never heard that before.”

Mikasa cornered you and slapped her hands on the wall near your face. “Listen to what he has to say.”

“Eren you better come grab your friend before I throw hands on a kid.” You gave a warning look.

You served them coffee as you sat and talked. “What do you need me for?”

“They’ve seen the way you work. They think you’re incredible and one of the best which you are to me and they want you on their team.”

“What makes you think I’m going to say yes?”

“We got in a call, a distress call from one of Warrior’s ships, Marley. One of our own. It’s a real emergency and it sounds like they are in real distress. They’re far away and on our radar it shows the ship is in critical condition. Warrior is sending people out to rescue those from Marley.” Armin reasoned.

“And why do you need me? Can’t Warrior do it themselves? They’ve got the people and they’ve sure got the money.”

They go silent and Mikasa places her hand on Eren’s knee. “The call that we got from one of our own said that something on the ship was dangerous to the crew. We need capable men and women on this job. Warrior has you in their files and they’ve been watching you on how you react to things. They feel you are really fit for this job.”

You shook your head, “no. I gotta get back to reality. I got so much stuff on my mind that I have to do.”

“Wait!” Eren pulled your sleeve. “They’re willing to pay a lot.”

You bit your lip. You couldn’t resist.

As you walked into the classy headquarters you regretted a bit coming here. Deep down you really didn’t know what danger could they have meant.

“Hello sir, here is Y/N L/N. She is very strong and highly capable to complete this mission.” Eren saluted to what seemed to be the boss of Warrior.

“Hello there Y/N. We were expecting you,” the man was tall and had short blonde hair. The bangs were split apart and he wore glasses. He gave his hand for you to shake. “I’m Zeke.”

“Nice to meet you Zeke. This a nice place you got here.”

“Thank you, now without further a do I would like to show you the crew that will be assisting you on this mission.”

“There’s more?” You gulped. You were not that spontaneous at working together with others. You had many ideas and usually that clashed with peoples opinions.

“Yes indeed. You will need the help,” Zeke chuckled. “I’ve seen your work that you do. You’re the one who created that electromagnetic pull to connect and pull together the two trains. I’m very impressed.”

“It’s just, stuff I learned from my pops,” you followed Zeke. Every corner you took amazed you more. Chandelier upon chandelier, buttons leading to new discoveries. You were so curious!

“I’m sure Eren told you about the distress call and the mission in itself?”

“Yeah, he told me a little about it. It sounds real terrifying. I hope the people are okay.”

Zeke smiled, “that’s why we need people like you that care enough to go save them. Now your crew that you’ll be working on is called the special operation squad, created by their captain of their ship, Erwin Smith.” He gave you a pad to look at captain Erwin’s photo. He looked very handsome and charming. His eyebrows thick and a face of seriousness. You glimpsed over his information and handed it back to Zeke.

“Looks tough.”

“Indeed he is, he once landed a plain when it ran out of power. It was just falling down to the surface and he managed to let the legs stick out the right moment that it didn’t even have a scratch.”

“Wow.”

“We have Eld Jinn, Oluo Bozado, Petra Ral, and Gunther Schultz. They graduated at the top of their classes. This will also be their first mission.”

You saw their pictures and couldn’t believe one of them was that age.

“We have Hange Zoe, smarty that one. And second in command, Levi Ackerman. He is amazing under pressure and is very strong. He is one of our best.”

You saw his complexion and he had bags under his eyes. Not what you were expecting, “he looks short.” You popped gum in your mouth.

“He is but very, very, scary. And he is going to teach you and be beside you mostly during the procedure just so you can understand and get a taste.”

“I think I can handle this myself besides why would I want to take orders from someone half my size.” You laughed as walked right into Levi.

He raised his brow, “you were saying.” His voice was deep and gruff and he truly looked like he could kill you.”

“Yes, here is the crew. Special operation squad I want you to meet your newest member Y/N L/N.” Zeke presented them to you.

You waved awkwardly. They all looked like they could eat you alive.

Oluo walked over with his hands in his pockets, “I hope you can keep up you little,” he bit his lip and started choking.

“Karma,” you smirked.

“Don’t listen to that idiot. I’m just glad to have another girl on the team! Yay!” Petra ran and high fived you.

“Hey what about me?” Hange pouted.

“Fine you too.” Petra gave her a high five.

“Sir, if I may have a word. We think we might have found a way to get into the breach. Since the power is down there may be a way we can open the latched door and connect Shigashina to Marley.” Erwin walked Zeke over to the map on the screen.

“Actually that won’t work.” You spoke up.

“Who is she?” Erwin questioned.

“See,” you pulled the blue print of Marley to the crew. “There is only a limited power left on that ship circulating certain items on it and is whats keeping the ship staying up. Light, vents, door, you get the point. If we try to open the gate to connect the two ships all the power left will go to that door. So instead we go over to Marley and get in our suits. Physically walk to Marley and try to open a small vent or door there. It will be safe because we’ll be hooked. I’ve done it many times...Names Y/N L/N.” You shook Erwin’s hand. “And I’m your newest crew member.”

Everyone cooed and awwed at your ability. It was like you said the best comeback. You looked to see Levi not smile but his eyes did the talking. You could tell he was proud of you.

“Excellent work Y/N. I knew you were made for this job. Levi, make sure you teach her more. She is already a great learner.” Zeke said.

Hange pushed you to Levi and you wrapped your arms around his head for support. “I guess you’re my student now. Don’t mess this up.”

You weren’t a fond of this amazing hero Levi.

“Has she heard the call yet?” Erwin asked.

“No i haven’t.”

The call was shaky at first but then a girls voice came on, “Hello Warrior. This is Marley in the midst of completing the Warrior program. Day 34. Every thing was fine at first. But then everything went to Hell.” There was a bang in the background. “I don’t have much time and I don’t know if I’ll be alive but we need assistance here, asap! Something is here, its coming and its killing! We need someone quick! Please!” It cuts off with a roar and then silence.

Your heart is beating fast and you feel faint. You take a seat, “that’s awful.” Were you really ready for this mission? “Why did they go there in the first place?”

“To look for more planets that contain life of course. Isn’t that what its always about.” Zeke explained.

“Our mission crew, is to rescue Marley and bring as many home to safety. We do our best and we make sure we take down whatever that threat may be so it doesn’t come to the population.”

You ship Shiganshina was being loaded with supplies. Gun were being transported and you almost felt your throat go dry. You tried to keep a tough face but you were never in a situation like this.

“You okay?” Levi asked.

He startled you with the suddenness. “Will we be using those?”

Levi saw the fear in your eyes and patted your back, “only if we need to.” He handed you a black space suit. “For you. Put it on, were going to be ready in about 5.”

As you put on the skin tight space suit you began to realize how real this really was. It frightened you and made you want to go back to where it was safe. But you made a promise. Your father taught you to help people and these people needed your help.

Being and engineer you fell in love with Shiganshina. It was an older model ship but it was redone to look modern. It was bigger than any ship you ever seen that it took more than 20 people to pilot this thing. It was so gorgeous to you every aspect of it. “I’m in love.”

“Did you know that this was the first ship of its kind to be made?” Hange Zoe spat out facts. Zeke was right, she was very smart.

“It’s so special,” your fingertips grazed the cool metal of the ship.

Waling into the chilling area you saw the crew playing ping pong and reading. It was announced that the ship took off. You grabbed a coffee and sat next to Eld.

“Man the way you gave it to Erwin!” Oluo joked. “He looked like he pooped himself!” He laughed. Petra came and sat on his lap. “Don’t act like you’re so cool. You always copy Levi.”

Gunther almost died laughing. “She got you there dude.”

“So this is your guys first mission too. Are you scared?”

“Why are you? Then maybe you shouldn’t be on this ship.” Oluo eyed you down.

Petra smacked his head, “stop being a jerk! Y/N is part of us now. I am a little scared but I know I am ready to prove myself to Warrior.”

“At least you had training. I’m just learning as I go.”

“I’ll teach you the best way I can.” Levi suddenly appeared holding his cup of coffee odd. “You just have to be teachable.”

“I am!” You were getting aggravated. You were equal to them and you had to start believing it.

“Psst,” Eld tapped you. “Don’t worry, I’m a little scared too. I’ve got a wife and two kids back at home.” Eld showed you a picture of them in his locket.

You grinned, “they are a beautiful family. I’m sure you’re making them proud. Thanks by the way. I’m glad someone else is scared around here.”

You scooped the rest of your stew out of your cup as the others bursted out laughing while saying stories of their training.

“Remember you fell in the sewer?” Hange chuckled as she picked up the dishes to put away in the sink. “That was pretty gross my man.”

Gunther rolled his eyes, “I got all that crap in my hair for like months. It was not funny and you know it.”

“What about when Eren slipped and did a split when he was talking to that chick?” Levi recalled, sipping his tea in a strange manner.

“He did a split?” You almost choked on a piece of meat. “That behemoth?”

“Ha ha very funny.” Erwin said sarcastically. “I thought she was endgame and that was so humiliating.”

“You still went on a date though.” Oluo said, “I remember she threw that cake on your face.”

You raised your brow and tried to hold in your chuckle. “What? She did that to you? Why?”

“It’s because-” Levi started.

“No let me tell it,” Hange butted in. “Erwin, I don’t think this is gonna work.” She impersonated the lady in a valley girl voice. “Like, you are too much in your job and you will never make time for me. I need a man who will spoil me and who will make me,” they all yelled in unison, “their sexy, little, queen of a thang!”

Oluo banged on the table, cackling loud, tears running down his face. Hange fell on the floor while Erwin was trying to cover his face to hide the blush. You laughed so hard you flipped your bowl. “Oh crap!” You looked and saw a tiny hint of a smile on Levi’s face. It was a different look and you liked it. He looked cute and it made you happy.

“You finished?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you yawned. “I’mma hit the showers.”

You couldn't go to sleep. Tossing and turning you had all these expectations of what this mission entailed. Some were excited while some were terrified of the danger that laid on ship Marley. You didn’t know what to expect.

Sweat dripped down your back and your heart pounded fast. You shot up and breathed deeply.

Going to the kitchen you were looking for milk to drink to help with your insomnia. You were searching the refrigerator.

“What are you doing up?”

You shrieked as you jumped. It was Levi, leaning against the counter. “Oh my God, you scared me!” You clutched your heart.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You nodded, “is it that obvious?”

He peered down to the carton of milk. “Eld told me what you two talked about.” Levi crossed his arms and you saw his muscles trying to rip out of his hoodie. “Its okay to be scared. If you’re not scared then you’re not human and when you’re doing this type of job you need everything to remind you that you still are. Besides, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You were silent because no one had ever said that to you. But you wondered if he was genuine. “I’ve never left that garage I worked at. Traveling space like this its always something I wanted but I’m just - the unknown is whats terrifying. I’m scared that I’ve wanted this for so long, what if its not what I expected? What if I fail?”

“That’s why you have to try it though, its to see what you feel about something. Because you’ll live your life not knowing and that being a mystery, and that is the worst feeling ever.”

“Yeah,” you scratched the back of your head.

“Give me your hand, I want to show you something?” Levi outstretched his hand to you.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I want to show you something amazing, idiot just take the dang hand.”

You clutched his palm and he made his way to the window of the ship. It was big and wide. It was as if the world was laid out in front of you.

“Wow,” you said amazed. Your eyes widened. The amazing galaxies and space reflected into your eyes. The sun was a little far way and was bright and beautiful. “Its so...perfect.”

“Right?” Levi leaned against the wall. “That’s kinda about the good thing about this job. The view is unbeatable.”

“I’ll say.” You smirked. “To think we are just a tiny part of this bigger picture. Makes you feel insignificant.”

“No, to me it makes me feel lucky. Lucky that I’m alive to witness something this great.”

You grabbed a hold of Levi’s hand, still looking at the space. “Thank you Levi.” Tears fell down your face.

Levi looked shocked and was about to ask but your look turned into something that was horrifying. You covered your mouth as you gasped. “What happened?”

He gazed to where you were pointing and his eyes widened. He ran and shouted and he went to go get the crew.

The ship Marley was there. Out of power, just floating like a lump of rock in the middle of space. It pieces broken and looking ruined. Something was terribly wrong.

a/n: oooh spooky lol i wonder whats gonna happen. phew that was a lot of writing i hope u guys enjoy it bc it means so much to me. but i mean u all can tell that levi is ready to drop everything for y/n, they already having heart eyes!!!

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