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snk-smartpass · 18 days
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Do Attack on Titan Fans still refer to this Blog for Repost of the Stories from the Attack on Titan Short Stories Booklet/Smartpass? 👀
Sorry I’m Long-Sighted now and still without a PC/Laptop plus Real Life distracting me, so typing out the Stories can get tedious! But will try start upload again soon!
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ngocdancamille · 1 year
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"Levi & Hange, s'abriter de la pluie. La bibliothèque couverte de poussière.''
(SNK Shorts Stories - Traduction FR)
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Une petite traduction non-officielle faite de ma patte. Les short-stories (Smartpass) sont des histoires courtes officielles approuvées et relues par Hajime Isayama. Elles sont publiées dans une application japonaise ‘‘AU’‘.
Source: https://attackoncoffee1988.tumblr.com/post/615576613014454272/the-library-thats-covered-in-dust
Le Bataillon d’Exploration avait décidé de s’abriter de la pluie dans un ancien château, qui avait néanmoins une allure robuste. La pluie qui battait contre les grandes fenêtres résonnait, les plongeant ainsi dans une ambiance assourdissante. 
- C’est pas vrai… Mais quelle montagne de richesse! Ces anciens manuscrits… ce serait tellement bien si je pouvais les lire. Fichtre! Je ne peux toujours pas déchiffrer ça! 
Le dos de cette personne pleine d’enthousiasme, fouillant joyeusement dans les documents, n'appartenait à nulle autre que Hange. 
- Hé, fichue bigleuse. T’as laissé les membres de ton escouade vagabonder dans le château comme bon leur semble? 
- Oh, Levi? Non ce n’est pas le cas, car Moblit s’occupe de répondre aux besoins de tous. C' est un inestimable et excellent assistant, tu ne trouves pas? 
Sans se retourner d’un pouce, Hange parcourait les étagères, où se trouvaient divers types de manuscrits anciens et de parchemins illustrés, qui semblaient ainsi constituer une ancienne bibliothèque. Elle essaya d’attraper un livre qui se situait bien trop haut pour elle, ce qui la fit tituber. 
- Oh!
- Pff! 
Tandis qu’un amas de livres s'apprêtait à lui tomber dessus, il réussit de justesse à la saisir par la veste, pour ainsi la mettre hors de danger. 
- Ouah… Tu m’as sauvé la vie, Levi. Si tous ces livres m’étaient tombés dessus, j'aurais eu une bosse qui aurait rendu ma tête bizarre. 
- Ne t’en fais pas. Elle n’aurait pas été davantage bizarre. Sérieusement, tu devrais faire plus attention à ce qui t’entoure. 
Hange remit en place ses lunettes de protection qui pendaient. Elle dépoussiéra ensuite les livres qu’elle venait de saisir. 
- Ce livre-là, par exemple… Dans ce vieux château qui se trouve au sein des murs, il y a de nombreux livres et du matériel qui sont écrits avec des lettres que nous ne savons pas lire. Cet héritage est présent partout, au sein des murs. On dirait les vestiges d’une civilisation disparue, tu ne penses pas? 
- Pas besoin de m’étaler toute ta théorie. Je sais bien que tu en as dans le cerveau. C’est pour ça que je te dis que t’avoir en vie est important. Si je n’avais pas été là en ce moment-même, et que les livres te seraient tombés dessus, les os de ton cou se seraient brisés. 
- Tu es adorable. 
Levi se sentit irrité. Il tira même la tronche, témoignant ainsi de sa mauvaise humeur. Il détestait qu’on le décrive avec de tels mots. 
- Tu fais exprès de me dire ça, car tu sais que je déteste ça. 
- Ha ha, tu as vu clair dans mon jeu, hein? 
Hange se laissa ensuite tomber sur le sol. Elle ouvrit un livre tout en redressant sa tête. 
- D’ailleurs, quel bon vent t’amène? Tu es venu me voir, non? 
- Ah. C’est au sujet d’Eren. Il voudrait avoir l’autorisation de se déplacer dans le château, et qu’en tant que soldats, nous lui donnions le droit de sortir du sous-sol. 
- Il n’y a pas de danger. Les murs extérieurs ont été construits de façon solide. Et si jamais dans le pire des cas, Eren se transformerait en Titan et détruirait ainsi le toit, il y a de nombreux points d’appui le long de la tour qui nous permettraient d’utiliser notre équipement tridimensionnel… Ah, si seulement j’arrivais à saisir le sens de ces illustrations en m'imprégnant de tous ces livres… Hange annonçait ces mots de façon insouciante. 
-Je vois. J’en suis ravi… Et aussi…
- Oui? 
-Avant de continuer à farfouiller, sèche tes vêtements. On voit à travers ta chemise, c’est indécent. 
Il montra du doigt le feu de la cheminée qui avait sans doute était préparé par Moblit, qui s’inquiétait de voir sa supérieure trempée. Levi la dévisageait comme s’il se trouvait face à la pire des immondices. 
- D’accord. Ce serait pas mal de lire par là-bas. 
Levi soupira à la vue du dos de Hange qui se déplaçait lentement pour se positionner devant la cheminée, puis il quitta la pièce.
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its-zur1 · 7 months
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when tired, Levi lays down with his head on Erwin's lap. He never admits he's tired but Erwin always knows, yet never does anything about it, and they both keep it that way, unspoken of, something casual.
Once they both knew they started feeling something for one another, yet their relationship wasn't really official, they just knew and kept it unspoken, Erwin started stroking Levi's hair everytime he did that, and soon realised Levi always fell asleep when he did that.
In the mornings, Levi would swear he fell asleep cause he was tired, not cause he found it comforting. Of course, Erwin knew.
after Erwin's death, Levi can't sleep as much anymore, especially not on the couch where they used to rest so peacefully, without having to worry about anything.
As Levi grows older, he begins forgetting what it felt like to be held, to be calmly resting that way. Then, one night as he goes to sleep, he wakes up to the smell of tea, as well as something else. He's confused at first, as it gives him a sense of comfort, which he hasn't properly felt in a long while. Looking around, he realises his vision is blurry. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and it clicks what the other scent is. It's the smell of nature, a forest, a river, all mixed together, and a sense of nostalgia washes over him.
The hand drags him down, where he stays, not moving until his vision gets better. He blinks a couple of times before seeing that familiar face.
He feels his lips curl into a small smile. He can't remember the last time he's felt so calm, so relaxed, so.. at peace. He doesn't seem to remember how he even got here.
"..Erwin..?"
He asks in a tired voice, staring at him. His eyelids feel heavy, his body isn't moving, only his eyes are observing his surroundings. He realises he's in Erwin's office, on that couch, laying comfortably. He feels the urge to get up, but at the same time feels too lazy to do so. He lifts his head slowly, knowing the scars on his face will hurt when he moves too quickly.
But they don't. Nothing does. Nothing feels dangerous, nothing hurts, he feels safe.
Looking over at his body, he notices none of his fingers are missing. He doesn't react, he feels too tired to. He tries moving his legs as well; it doesn't hurt.
He feels just perfect.
He feels something on his forehead; a kiss. A gentle one.
He rests his head back onto Erwin's lap and lets out a sigh.
"...are you.. real?"
He asks his lover.
"..hm..?"
Erwin looks down at him.
"...it depends."
"..what..do you mean.?"
Levi replies tiredly.
"..would you wish to stay here?"
Erwin smiles down at him, his fingers running throught Levi's hair. Levi finds it soothing, and his eyes feel heavy again.
"..for how long can I?"
"as long as you wish. you've done so good, my love."
Levi feels another kiss on his forehead, and he closes his eyes.
"..Just us..?"
"Just us."
Levi smiles, letting himself relax onto Erwin's touch.
"Although, I'm sure Hange would show up too, they might bring Miche and Nanaba with them."
Erwin adds jokingly, and they both chuckle about it.
"I'm sure your other friends would like to see you too. Isabel and Furlan, am I correct?"
Levi's eyes shoot open once he hears they're names.
"..But they're..."
"Shhh... It's okay."
Levi calms down and feels his eyes close again.
"Yeah, I'd like that.."
He falls asleep for the last time as Erwin continues stroking his hair.
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ariadneamare · 1 year
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OK so, since everyone's feeling so angsty, how about Hange and Levi get into an argument that like slowly ends up in them like throwing chairs at each other, but levi accidentally injures her, with a hurt/comfort ending ofc 🤭
The connection between Levi Ackerman and Hanji Zoe had been going strong for some time.
Neither confessed, but they both felt that there was something between them. Levi would often come down to her lab, and bring food. He would check in on her from time to time, and he was more protective during missions outside the walls.
Levi's initial jealousy stemmed from Hanji's time spent with an acquaintance. He attempted to conceal his emotions, but Hanji still felt something wasn't right. When she inquired as to his well-being, he responded angrily.
“Levi,” Hanji spoke softly, “you seem tense.” 
“Just lack of sleep.” The soldier answered sternly. 
“Are you su-” 
“You and Cory, huh?” He said sternly, a hint of sarcasm in his tongue. 
The candor caught Hanji off guard. "What do you mean by that, Levi?” 
“You seem to like him,” he continued. “He’s good for you.” 
“Stop that.” 
“Tch. I see you two sitting beside each other every meal, and I see how he looks at you,” he argues. 
“We’re friends, he’s a colleague.”
But Levi's envy prevented him from paying attention. 
“Bullshit,” he scoffed.
They were in the midst of an angry debate before either of them realized what had happened.
She could not believe that he refused to believe her. Him of all people. 
Hanji was never the type to play around. 
Did he really think she was that type of person?
Hanji has been having a really bad week, with her experiments not going the way she wanted, and the upcoming missions she have to prepare for. Levi being condescending instead of confronting her properly was the cherry on top. 
The brunette’s patience was wearing thin. 
“At this point, you could just announce your marriage.” That snapped Hanji, it ticked the time bomb in her head. 
“Oh, you’re so petty!” A book flew across the room. 
“Now I am petty?” His voice rose an octave. “I am not the one flirting with other people! I have been so patient with you. I ignored it because I trusted you.” 
Levi was too busy rambling that he did not hear the footsteps approaching him.
His best efforts to maintain composure were ultimately foiled by his rage. In his anger, he tipped over a table without noticing that Hanji was standing dangerously near.
Hanji collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain and clutching her ribs after the table had struck her in the side.
Levi turned his head so fast, he heard it click. His anger transformed into worry as he hurried to her side, cradling her gently.
“Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” His voice cracked as he said, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Although Hanji was in agony, she could read regret in Levi's expression. She had faith that he had intended no harm. 
"Calm down, I know you didn't mean it," she said to him. “No broken bones, I am okay.”
But Levi was not an easy person to console. He hated himself for doing harm to the one he cared about most. 
“No, no it is not okay.” 
“Levi, please, it is okay.” 
“No, it is not.” He finalized. “I cannot let my anger get the best of me, especially when it comes to you.”
“You are an enigma, Levi Ackerman.” 
“I care about you deeply,” he announced. “People call me Humanity’s strongest soldier, and I have this sense of duty to that. I cannot show them that I am anything but strong.” 
There was a pause in the air. Hanji does not reply. She gives him a moment to gather his thoughts. 
“But with you,” he begins again. “I can be anything.” Levi sighs heavily, leaning forward and letting his forehead rest against hers. “You are my rest.” 
“You could’ve easily said ‘I am in love with you, Hanji Zoe’.” She jokes, lowering her voice to immitate his. 
“Is this your way to break the ice?” 
“Yes,” she laughs. 
She laughs and he is okay. He holds her a little bit tighter, and they relish in each other’s presence.
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jayteacups · 5 months
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Trying to come up with things that will fill The Void ™️ after AOT is finished and I was thinking of reading AOT: Before the Fall for the lore, so…
FYI I’m thinking of reading the manga version, not the novel version.
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warm-starlight · 10 months
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Thank you! Where do I buy the books?
Unfortunately they are only sold as special merch with the box sets of the manga as far as i know.
You may try to hunt for the second hand ones.
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bertholdts--butt · 2 years
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That bitch at the bar
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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x OC (Written as "you" but character has a name)
Synopsis: Working hard as a waitress at a bar doesn't mean you will allow rude customers to walk all over you
A/N: I took this off my ao3! And is in chapter form normally.
TW: Minors DNI, This was my first smut ever written sooo, afab! reader, drinking, cursing, eventual smut, fluff and smut, couch sex, light angst, cheesyyyy
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Part 1
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Fridays were always the earliest days and the latest nights.
Starting at the bakery in the morning, rushing home for lunch and running to the tavern in the evening. Your schedule always collided on this day and it was incredibly draining. You observed new customers dressed in military attire enter and sit at a table in the far right corner of the room. You let out a sigh. The Garrison soldiers are known for getting a bit rowdy on weekends. You’ve kicked more of them out than you’d like to admit. It unfortunately led to some cruel nicknames from the soldiers.
Not to mention that the uniform they forced the women to wear was almost insulting. A white apron on top of a short dark green dress that reaches mid thigh. It was short sleeved and you attempted to keep your dignity by wearing stockings underneath and ankle high black boots. Unwanted stares and remarks left you cringing and tugging at the hem of the dress. Thankfully the only uniform you needed at the bakery was an apron.
Some of the men gathered gazed at you with apprehension whilst the others would either ignore you entirely or snicker at your presence. You preferred to have your coworker, Sam, take their tables to save you the trouble. You began to wipe down the bar and rearranged the liquor bottles as patrons took a seat before you.
Another small group of soldiers entered the bar, Scouts to be exact, which they would arrive every few weeks as they returned from expeditions. They were always respectful but sometimes they would attempt to buy out the whole bar. To be honest, it was kind of impressive.
Grabbing your notepad and nodding to the bartender, you approached a trio sitting at a booth close by, taking their orders and quickly bringing them back to Owen to prepare their drinks. While he does so, you proceed to your next table to serve them quickly. Hauling a tray of beer to your tables, you inspected the table of Scouts to realize they haven't been seen yet.
Damnit, Sam.
You stood before their table with a bright smile at the four soldiers and greeted them politely. They stopped mid conversation to focus on you, giving their orders promptly before turning away and continuing what appeared to be a heated conversation. You were surprised to see that they were around your age, much older compared to some of the corps that normally came by.
You frowned while gripping the mugs of beer and placing them on a small table when you spotted Sam staring at you with a pointed look. Once back behind the bar, Owen rushed up to you and whispered in your ear.
“Do you know who they are?!” He asked excitedly. You only gave him a blank stare in return, he rolled his eyes and leaned in again as Sam also buzzed to the bar. “Those are the captains of the Survey Corps! And the blonde guy is the fucking commander! How do you not know this, Ash!?” He stared at you incredulously as Sam snickered from behind.
“She spaces out way too often to realize that kind of thing.” He gave a crooked smile, running his fingers through his deep brown hair that always appeared a bit messy. Owen hummed in agreement, turning to greet another customer. Grabbing a tray and placing the drinks upon it, you grumbled about not caring and proceeded to bring it to the Scouts table. You walked slowly to keep the large mugs from spilling over, dancing around customers who would nearly knock into you.
“Alright everyone, here you are! Can I get you folks anything else?” You beamed. The woman seated to your left began to answer but was interrupted by a man with dark hair that messily fell into his eyes. He straightened up and gave you a hardened stare.
“We’re fine. Leave us be unless we call for you.” He gave you a disgusted look once over and turned to take a sip from his drink. Your smile dropped immediately as your fists clenched at your side.
“Sir, I will tell you this once. You will not speak to me like that, I don’t care if you’re a soldier. And you and your friends can leave if there’s a problem with that.” The group gawked at your harsh words as you stared icily at the man, picking up the tray with a huff and turning on your heel back to the bar.
A burst of laughter echoed within the room and you snapped your head back to their table, gritting your teeth and cheeks burning.
They can laugh all they want. I don’t give a shit.
“The blonde bitch of the bar strikes again, eh?” Sam cackles as you fix your glare to him, placing the tray on the counter to await the next round of drinks to drop off.
“Shut the fuck up!” You growl and continue sifting through the rest of your orders, trying to read the messy handwriting that was jotted down with haste. You avoided the table with the Scouts for as long as possible. Their glasses remained empty for much longer than you would normally allow and they stayed later than you expected.
“Owen, I’m going on my break now. Can you deal with those assholes back there?” Exhaling while undoing your now messy braid, running your fingers through your hair, nodding in their direction. You didn’t wait for an answer and marched through the front door to breathe in the fresh air.
Observing through the tavern’s front window, people were chatting happily and ordering another round from Sam while others were preparing to leave. To your horror, a man with mousy brown hair was paying Owen as the rest of the Scouts stood from their seats. Taking a deep breath, you lean against the wall, retying your braid in an attempt to distract yourself. Hoping they wouldn’t say a word.
The door opened and to your surprise, the tall, blonde man walked out and gave you a small smile with a curt nod. The beautiful woman followed close behind while adjusting her glasses. Not soon after, the taller man with a light beard trailed behind, placing leftover change in his pocket. They walked further along the cobblestone street, the woman babbling happily to her comrades.
Turing to finish adjusting your hair with a groan, you felt unwilling to begin your journey back inside. You nearly jumped out of your skin to see the man with black hair standing behind you with his arms crossed and a frown. “What the hell? You scared me half to death!” Placing your hands on your chest in surprise.
He was smaller than the others but just the same height as you. He wore his uniform, like the rest, and was now adorned in a green cloak. He quirked a brow while catching you studying him for a moment longer than intended. “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” He sneered and you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“Not really. Like I told you earlier, I won’t let someone speak to me with disrespect. And I don’t care if you’re in the Scouts. You don’t have to be an asshole.” You crossed your arms and you could have sworn his eyes widened for a moment.
“You know that you spoke like that to a captain right?”
“Couldn’t care less.”
“In front of the commander of the Survey Corps?”
“Maybe I helped teach you a thing or two tonight. Like not to be an dick to others in front of your commander.” His mouth parted at your response but closed it immediately. “If you came here just to bicker with me then you can fuck right off. I don’t have time for this.” You huffed, brushing past him and reaching for the door.
A firm grip clasped around your arm as you stumbled backwards, slamming hard against the hardwood of the building while yelping in surprise. The man slapped his palm next to your head, holding your wrist by your shoulder. His breath fanned over you, smelling like booze whilst he brought his face closer to your ear.
“Maybe I should teach you to show some respect.” He hissed into your ear before pushing off the wall, the lights above flickering shadows across his sharp jawline and cheekbones.
“W-what?” You stuttered as your throat tightened up from the close proximity. He took a few steps back, grey eyes scanning you with a hint of amusement. He began to walk away in the same direction as his comrades, seemingly satisfied and not saying a word.
A surge of confidence coursed through you as you shuffled further onto the sidewalk, cheeks burning as you placed your hand on your chest, heart racing and gulping in a deep breath.
“Walk away you pervert! Asshole!” Shouting even more profanities as he dipped further down the dimly lit street. Taking a moment to calm your nerves, you then rushed inside to see a furious Sam glowering at you, clearly attempting to cover your section. Shoving the thought of what just happened aside, you stomped inside to continue working the bustling tavern.
Fridays are the longest of days and latest of nights.
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jeanbie · 1 year
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the suitcase (6) -> part of the 101 days drabble series ; jean kirstein, levi mentioned
📂 You are staying overnight in a motel room. The previous guest has left a suitcase in the closet. It is slightly open and you can see a bundle of hundred dollar bills and the handle of a revolver inside. What else is inside the suitcase, and who owns it? What happens when the owner comes back for it, and knows you’ve seen the contents? Write a story describing the scene that unfolds.
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For once in his life, Jean wishes that he didn’t arrive places early.
He’d arrived much earlier than anticipated to the motel; thankfully, the room had been emptied a few hours prior and the old receptionist had let him crash early. It had been grand, until Jean realised he now had no money left, and went to shove his suitcase under the bed, and shoved one out the other side.
“And, what, it’s just been left behind?” Naturally, Jean had called his friends out of panic. “No name? Just a big case full of cash?”
“There’s a name, on the inside,” Jean said, double-checking. “Levi...Ackerman?”
Connie checked Google: “Nobody famous. It just keeps coming up with that big gang, but, even if it was them, it can’t be. Why would they go to that motel? Aren’t they like, anti Smith-Owned property?”
Jean hung up with no new information, and later, a guilty conscience. His stomach was growling, and he had no money left after bunking for one day more at this shitty motel, and so surely, Levi Ackerman wouldn’t notice a missing $20.
At around 11:45pm, Jean sat on his bed, full and slightly less guilty. The TV flickered bokeh colours and he was breaths away from falling asleep, when he heard the door handle rattle. He shot awake, straining to listen. Jean sat deathly silent and only began to panic when the lock clicked and the door swung open, letting three darkly dressed and masked men into the room. One moved all the way in and spotted Jean, deer-eyed at the edge of the bed. His gaze shifted between Jean and the new exposed bag from under the bed, sitting on a chair near where Jean sat atop the bed.
“Hey…”
“Who the fuck are you?” one yelled. Then, Jean noticed the gun in his hand. “You been through our stuff? Huh?”
“I-Are you Levi Ackerman?”
The stranger flinched. “Oh shi-he’s with Levi.”
“What, no, I-!”
“Take him out,” another rasped. “He’ll be our new party trick. You know how it is with these Winged pricks- one’s taken and ten come out to fetch him.”
They ignored all of Jean’s protests- “Wait, no, I’m not with him, I don’t even know who he is!”
“Shut up, pretty boy,” one huffed, and Jean registered the clip on his skull before he fell into an ocean of black.
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amandabe11man · 15 hours
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if you know me, you'll know of my fear of zombie-related media. I'll still give in to my morbid fascination once in a while though and read a zombie-manga, watch a movie, watch gameplay etc, because at the end of the day, it's one of the only horror subgenres that makes me feel fear these days, so like-- gotta give 'em credit for that.
but now I've been re-reading some zombie mangas and found a loophole in my fear... I've realized that I pretty much just think the beginning of whatever outbreak we're talking about is the truly scary part? I could re-read the beginning of I Am a Hero and see the world go to shit over and over, for example, but as soon as the characters start to adapt and get used to the zombie-situation, it gets boring to me?
I can't be the only one who thinks that the scariest part of zombie media (and the like) is right before the shit hits the fan, during said shit hitting the fan, and a little bit after that. like, to me, a huge part of this being scary is seeing the familiar turn on its head so quickly, and how it catches those in the story off-guard. part of why it's so scary is seeing how unprepared the world is to deal with the zombies, ya know? therefore, I always lose a bit of interest when things eventually mellow out, and the characters get somewhat used to being on their guard.
and then, most of these stories will eventually move on to "oh no the zombies have mutated!!!" or "oh no, the other survivors are crazy! we have to fight them for resources!!". especially the option where they have infights with other humans is sO boring to me. it's like bruh I didn't come here to see regular humans fighting each other. I'm trying to FORGET the real world over here
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hannovel · 2 years
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SO UH, I know I said I would make barista Armin but lately I didn't have any time since I'm busy with school and other stuff, I am very sorry for the delay, please be patient with me<3 I PROMISE IF THE SCHOOL YEAR ENDS ILL DO IT for now ill just be posting some short stories<3
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snk-smartpass · 2 years
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TEXT Vol. 02 Eren’s Notes
[Defeat Titans: Only Vertical Maneuvering Equipment. Blades -> Flexible]
“…Even I have to admit that these notes seem stupid.”
Not long after joining the Training Corps, Eren found himself facing an obstacle: How to take lecture notes.
Physical exertion only required effort. There had been a school in the town of his birth, so it wasn’t as though he’d never had the chance to sit in a class and study… He knew how to read and write.
The lectures required before becoming a soldier, though, were different from regular studies. There were many items to learn, and he needed to hammer them all into his head.
“Hey, Armin. How do you write notes in a way that lets you remember them efficiently?” Eren asked his clever friend, seeking his help as he always did.
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“To cut straight to the chase… all I can say is ‘it depends on the person.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Armin took a sheet of papers he used during lectures and began flipping through them.
[Titans: 1-2 minute regeneration frequency *May vary depending on Titan
Combat with blades is effective
Use Vertical Maneuvering Equipment for agile movement and aim for weak point
Weak point: Nape below back of head (No regeneration)]
A neat summary of the important points given by the instructor.
“Wouldn’t I be able to become like you if I wrote my notes like this?”
“That’s not how it works. The goal of the lectures is to be able to use that knowledge in a practical setting. Writing notes is only a way to organize the information we get. You can’t let the act of writing itself be your goal.”
This did make sense to Eren, but the question remained. What way of writing was best for him? He decided to try exchanging information with other members of the Training Corps.
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“Huh… We were all in the same classroom but everyone did something different.”
“Uh-huh. Marco and Krista meticulously organized all kinds of information, while Reiner and Bertolt only summarized the most important parts.”
Most of the other Training Corps members had shown him their notes, probably because they’d only recently started their lectures and their grades had been no different from the talented Armin’s.
“On the other hand, Ymir and Sasha, those girls who are always around Krista, had notes that looked awful. Some of their pages were blank, or full of doodles… I guess I don’t have anything to learn from them.”
“Those three are probably helping each other out before tests since they’re always together.”
Eren recalled the face of another childhood friend when he heard about the three helping one another.
“Oh, right… What about you, Mikasa?”
“I don’t do anything in particular.”
Mikasa hasn’t written anything either, but not in the same way as Ymir. She didn’t need to in order to score high marks. Seeing this, Eren felt like he had a vague understanding of what he needed to do.
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[Strategy in the Forest of Giant Trees
Vertical maneuvering is effective
Save gas, choose routes —> Follow Mikasa or Jean to hammer movement into body
History used by Corps —> Hear details from Armin and remember
How to organize squads—> Watch Reiner/Marco’s squad closely]
If Eren didn’t understand something, Armin would always explain it to him. He’d become a better fighter as he experienced Mikasa’s interventions. It seemed to Eren the he learned best from those more capable than him. His goal wasn’t to join the privileged class, it was something else, so it seemed unlikely for there to be any conflicts of interest.
“Look like your grades have been improving lately. Figure out a good way to take notes or something?”
“Well… You could say that.”
The first step in Eren’s reckless efforts forward was figuring out the right direction for all his energy.
SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 3
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ngocdancamille · 2 years
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''Armin & Connie: S’abriter de la pluie” (SNK Shorts Stories - Traduction FR)
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A Shelter from the rain, Vol. 04 Armin Arlert & Connie Springer
Une petite traduction non-officielle faite de ma patte. Les short-stories (Smartpass) sont des histoires courtes officielles approuvées et relues par Hajime Isayama. Elles sont publiées dans une application japonaise ‘‘AU’‘.
Source: https://snk-smartpass.tumblr.com/post/188473199629/shelter-from-the-rain-vol-04-armin-arlert
- Par ici, Connie!
Les nuages qui avaient recouvert la ville en début d’après-midi, prirent en ampleur et devinrent gris, pour soudainement dévoiler une averse. Les deux jeunes hommes qui faisaient leurs emplettes au marché, coururent pour s’abriter sous un bâtiment qu’ils trouvèrent au fond d’une ruelle. 
- Hé, Armin, ça devrait bientôt s’éclaircir, non?  - Oui… Les nuages se déplacent vite.
Armin pointa du doigt le ciel, où les nuages défilaient. Or, à côté de lui, Connie regardait tout autre chose. 
- Regarde ces petits morveux… - Ils ont l’air de déborder d’énergie… 
Ils purent entendre les enfants s’exclamer de joie tandis qu’ils gambadaient innocemment sous la pluie soudaine. 
- Ça doit être bien… 
Armin et Connie se regardèrent après que ces mots soient sortis de leur bouche en même temps.
- Pourquoi tu dis ça?  - Et toi, pourquoi tu dis ça?  - Hé bien… répondit Armin, détournant le regard tandis que la pluie battait contre le toit. Je n’étais pas le genre d’enfant qui jouait avec les autres. Voilà pourquoi. 
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Armin était perçu comme un dissident lorsqu’il était petit. Il s’intéressait à ce qui se situait au-delà des murs, et lorsqu’il essayait d’en parler aux autres enfants, il finissait par se faire rejeter et harceler par ces derniers.
En écoutant son histoire, Connie fut grandement surpris. 
- J’étais persuadé que tu étais populaire vu que tu es intelligent.  - Et qu’est-ce qu’il en était pour toi, Connie?  - Je me faisais aussi harceler dans mon village parce que j’étais bête et petit. Connie se gratta le nez et regarda les enfants. Et je suis vraiment stupide. Ils m’ont même abandonné dans les bois à l’extérieur du village, en pensant que je n’arriverais pas à retrouver le chemin du retour.
- Et tu as réussi?
- Je n’y suis pas arrivé… A ce moment-là, il a commencé à pleuvoir d’un coup, tout comme aujourd’hui… Je me suis perdu, et j’étais trempé. Je me suis mis à pleurer.
Alors que la pluie s'intensifiait, les enfants qui jouaient commencèrent à prendre refuge sous un toit. 
- Ma mère est finalement venue me chercher. J’ai honte de dire ça, mais… - Pour moi aussi… C’était pareil, renchérit Armin. Il vit les enfants se rassembler afin de s’occuper d’un de leur ami qui avait attrapé froid. C’était un jour de pluie… et je ne pouvais pas bouger car on m’avait frappé. Mais Eren et Mikasa étaient venus me récupérer et nous étions rentrés tous les trois sous le même parapluie. J’avais tellement honte à l’époque, mais… 
Armin leva les yeux. 
- Maintenant que j’y repense, ils me prouvaient qu’ils étaient mes amis. Je suis content de ne pas avoir décliné leur aide.  - Oh. Donc j’aurai dû voir que ma mère me montrait qu’elle tenait à moi, mmh.  - Oui… sans doute. Armin opina du chef puis observa le ciel. Les épais nuages se dispersaient, et se reflétaient dans ses yeux.
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- Et si on y allait? On dirait qu’il va s’arrêter de pleuvoir.  - Hé… - Qu’est-ce qu’il y a? Demanda Armin, qui regarda Connie rire, de façon perplexe.  - Pour être tout à fait honnête, je pensais qu’on avait rien en commun, toi et moi. Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de rire.  - Vu de cette façon, c’est vrai. Armin gloussa à son tour. 
Tandis que la pluie s’estompait, la radieuse fin de journée assécha le sol pavé, puis illumina les deux jeunes hommes qui regagnaient la ville en courant. 
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its-zur1 · 5 months
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The horses gallop through the newly discovered land. The wind shoots the soldiers right in the face, hitting them with a familiar scent of salt.
They've seen salt before, they know the smell of it, but this is different. The salty aroma is much more stronger, more than they've ever felt before.
And there, they see it. The sea, the giant, never-ending pool of water - the reason they traveled all the way there.
The reason behind so many dedicated hearts.. Now they are finally worth the sacrifice.
They arrive, still on their horses, and stare. It's so beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking even. And it's real, it isn't any story from an old book full of fairy tales, it's all real, right in front of them.
Connie and Sasha are the first ones to get off of their horses, dragging Jean with them. Slowly, most of the soldiers who've survived get off too and approach it. The kids run around, screaming, giggling, laughing, splashing the water on themselves.
Yet, there are some who are still taken aback by the sight of it. As smart as Erwin may be, his mind can't quite catch up. He's done it, he realises.
A smile, a big one appears on his face, he looks like a child who was just given the finest candy, and Levi sees it. He doesn't think the man has ever looked so happy in front of others. Here, he isn't a commander. Here he is a human, just a person.
Erwin jumps right off of his horse, with Levi copying him. The blonde man then breaks into a run, out of nowhere, just sprinting down to the beach, waving his arms around in pure joy and happiness.
How childish of him, Levi thinks, even though he runs right after him, and they both go straight into the water. Erwin gasps at how cold it is, but they both quickly take their shoes off, walking right into it once again.
The sand under their feet shifts with each step they take, and Erwin can't help but feel even more excited, giggling at it. He watches small fish swim right by his feet. He looks at all the seashells, trying not to step on any.
When the water reaches his ankles, he stops, and turns around, staring right at Levi. His teeth still shine bright at him, and Levi returns the smile. Even if it is a small one, it still says everything it wants to, which is enought for Erwin.
He grabs Levi's hand, and begins walking further into the sea. He stops only when accidentally stepping on a shell, almost falling.
If it wasn't for Levi catching him, he'd be wet from head to toe. Levi's always there when Erwin needs him, and Erwin adores that so much.
They're close now, so close. The feelings, the passion, it's all there. Erwin looks around; the other scouts aren't close, not that they would be paying any attention to their captain or commander anyway, they're too busy playing, having fun.
The blonde picks up a shell, admiring how colorful it is. His sleeve is now wet, but he doesn't mind.
Levi stares at the object in Erwin's hands, at his face, and the way he observes it. Seeing Erwin this happy makes his heart flutter in his chest, makes him feel butterflies in his stomach, as if he was a teenager, falling in love for the first time.
Which he is. Although, he's fallen for Erwin long ago, but it looks like this might just be the right moment to act on it, as it finally feels like the hell they've gone through will get easier.
And perhaps one day, the two of them will get out of the hell completely, settle somewhere where the flames won't reach them. This looks like a good place. The house could be on the hill..
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Yes, I'm alive. I apologize for any mistakes.
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daisynik7 · 1 year
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In Between
Pairing: Eren x f!reader x Reiner
Genre: college au, one-shot
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~4.5k
cw: threesome, cunnilingus, nipple play, blow job, vaginal sex (doggy), creampie, horny reader (I mean, who isn’t), pet names, use of the term ‘big brother’, but there is no actual incest here I swear and I’m so sorry. This is just filth. 
Summary: Your “big brothers” from Alpha Tau fraternity take care of you for a night. 
Notes: OKAY, so I’ve had this in the back of my mind for a while now. Fun fact for those of you who have read my other series Rush: I originally wanted to make it an Eren x f!reader x Reiner fic but was intimidated about writing a love triangle, so I axed it. Instead, here’s porn with little plot to satisfy this itch. Enjoy! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated, I would LOVE to hear what y’all think! 
Additional Notes: This might be the smuttiest one I’ve written so far, idk, you be the judge. As always, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Also, think of this as an alternate universe to Rush, I’m using a lot of details from it, but there is no correlation. Okay, I’m done talking, have fun.
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It’s a Sunday night and Sigma Nu Kappa begins their first chapter meeting of the spring semester. Petra Ral, your sorority’s social chair, stands at the podium, a delighted smile on her face. “Good evening, sisters! I have very exciting news: Alpha Tau has agreed to pair with us this semester! This means we’ll be joining them to collaborate on charity events and most importantly, social gatherings.”
There’s a collection of giggles and pleased hums. Mikasa, your big sister and best friend, nudges you. “This should be fun.”
Although the two of you are the same age, Mikasa rushed SNK as a freshman, you joined as a sophomore this past fall. She picked you to be her “little sister” when you were a pledge, adopting you into her family line called The Angels. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable. 
Petra continues. “A neat thing we’ll be doing is combining families! We’ll be assigning each of our family lines to one in Alpha Tau. Consider them your ‘big brothers’. FYI, these were assigned at random.” 
She passes a stack of papers to each row. When you get yours, you try to find which family you’re being paired with. Before you can, Mikasa scoffs. “Of course.”
Next to The Angels is The Warriors. You turn to her with a questioning look. “The Warriors?”
“Guess who?”
You pause to think, then answer, “Eren?”
“Yup. Random my ass,” she jokes. 
Eren is Mikasa’s actual brother, older by a year. You’ve never met him in person, but you’ve heard plenty of stories about him from her. Petra notices her reaction and grins. “Okay, maybe yours is not so random. It just makes sense!” 
“So, what are we supposed to do with our assigned family?”
“It’s just for fun. It’s a nice way to get to know the brothers and build a strong connection with them. They’ll look out for you and take care of you, especially at the parties.” 
Since joining last semester, you haven’t properly bonded with anyone in the other organizations, too busy acclimating to sorority life as a new member. Now, with a bit more exposure to Greek Life, it’s time to build your own relations, make new friends. Maybe even find a boyfriend. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, and you find yourself desperate for it. This new partnership with Alpha Tau is a good opportunity to find potential candidates. 
And, with the help of your new big brothers, you might be able to achieve this.  
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The first exchange between Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau happens on Friday night, inside the fraternity house. The theme for the party is Game Day. Everyone is required to wear a sports jersey of some kind. You and Mikasa come in oversized basketball jerseys paired with black bicycle shorts. When you arrive to the house, it’s packed with your sisters and Alpha Tau brothers. Immediately, your big sis leads you into the kitchen where the drinks are. 
You help yourself to a serving of Jungle Juice, the common frat party concoction. Mikasa, already on her second, mentions, “I texted Eren. He’s finishing a game of beer pong with Reiner, so they should be meeting us soon.”
You chug the rest of your drink, excited to finally meet The Warriors. Several minutes pass, in which you spend time chatting with your sisters and refilling on more Jungle Juice. You turn around once you hear Mikasa yell, “Finally!”
In front of her are two well-built men, one with dark, brown hair wrapped in a stylishly messy man-bun, wearing a sleeveless jersey, showing off his tone arms. The other has a shorter, blonde cut, standing a few inches taller in a football jersey, displaying his broad shoulders. 
“Sorry, the game went longer than expected. Neither of us could sink a shot,” the brunette explains. You assume this is Eren, based on family pics Mikasa has shown you. “So, where’s our new little sis?”
You step towards them, hovering beside Mikasa to introduce yourself. They both smile at you, shaking your hand. “Welcome to the family.”
You exchange small talk, asking the standard questions to break the ice. Reiner, Eren’s big brother in the fraternity, is a senior, scheduled to graduate this spring with his bachelors in psychology. He hopes to eventually become a therapist. Eren is a junior, majoring in education to become an elementary school teacher. You were expecting them to be intimidating and arrogant, the stereotypical frat boys. Lucky for you, they are surprisingly easy to talk to.
In the midst of your conversation, Mikasa checks her phone and announces, “Jean just got here. I’m going to hang out with him for a bit, is that cool?” She seems to be directing it at you, specifically. 
“Don’t worry, Mikasa,” Eren says. “We’ll take care of her. Right, Reiner?” 
He nudges his big brother, who smirks. “Yeah, we’ll take care of her, alright.”
As soon as Mikasa leaves to hang out with her boyfriend, the energy shifts. Maybe it’s your imagination, but there’s a different vibe being alone with your new brothers. They have polite expressions on their faces, but behind it is something…sinister? Wicked? Naughty?
You refill with more liquor, your nerves getting the best of you now that Mikasa is no longer there to protect you. Before you tip the drink into your mouth, Reiner intercepts and covers the lid with his palm, stopping you. “Don’t drink that anymore. All that Jungle Juice will give you a hangover. Let’s take shots instead.”
“Yeah, we got some vodka in the fridge.” Eren opens the door to the refrigerator, reaching in to retrieve a brand-new bottle of Grey Goose. “Big brother here works for the Psych department so he can afford top shelf.”
“Yeah right, like you can’t afford it with daddy’s money,” Reiner retorts. “Did you know his dad is a doctor?”
You nod. “Yeah, Mikasa has mentioned that.”
“I’m not getting a cent after undergrad, though. He’s pretty disappointed that I’d rather be a teacher than take over his practice. At least Zeke’s going to do it.”
“That’s your half-brother?” you ask. Mikasa’s briefing of her adopted family, the Jaeger clan, is coming in handy.
“Yup,” he confirms, pouring the liquor into three cups, poorly estimating a shot’s worth in each.
“Being a teacher is just as important a job as a doctor,” you comment. “Maybe even more, considering the impact you make on the students. It’s a crime how underpaid they are. That’s my opinion.”
He offers you the shot with a small smile, watching you carefully. “What other opinions do you have?”
“Huh?”
“I’m sure you have lots of opinions in that pretty head of yours.” He passes the third cup to Reiner without taking his eyes off you. 
You’re unsure what to make of his comment, so you don’t respond, pretending to be fixated on consuming the shot. The buzz is starting to kick in, cheeks warm, head pleasantly airy, inhibitions loosening the slightest bit. Luckily, you’re being taken care of by your big brothers so that you don’t do anything reckless tonight.
The other two throw back the alcohol easily, Eren quick to refill their cups. He waves the bottle at you. “Want another?”
You refuse. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Can’t hold your liquor?” Reiner asks, moving to stand next you at the counter. 
“I know my limits.” You lean into him, comfy against his large physique. You play with the hem of your jersey, observing the other party goers in the living room, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers. Mikasa and Jean are nowhere to be seen, most likely doing it in his room upstairs. You spot a few of your other sisters dancing alongside the Alpha Tau brothers, having a grand old time.
“Should we dance?” you suggest, hoping they agree. You want to join in on the fun. 
Eren chuckles. “Reiner doesn’t dance.”
He stands up straight, setting his cup down. “That’s not true. I can dance.”
“I didn’t say you can’t dance, I said that you don’t. I have never, ever seen you dance, dude.”
With a mischievous grin, he looks at you and says, “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
In an instant, Reiner is leading you to the living room, Eren following close behind. It’s crowded, the small space not accommodating for the size of this party. The three of you squeeze in the middle, surrounded by other warm bodies, too intoxicated to care about being smushed. Someone shuts the lights off and only a dinky strobe illuminates the room. You start moving to the music, bobbing your head back and forth, swaying your shoulders to the melody of whatever top hit is playing. Eren is in front of you, copying your motions, a lazy smile on his face. Reiner is to your rear, close enough that you feel the fabric of his jersey brush against you. 
Eren leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “You’re so pretty, you know that?” He shuffles closer to you, still dancing to the music. 
From behind, Reiner drifts towards you, hands at your waist, his husky voice hot on your other ear. “You look so good dancing like this.”
It’s sweltering now; from the lack of air in the cramped capacity, the alcohol taking its effect, the swing of your hips in tandem with the bass. Or the situation you currently find yourself in, sandwiched by two extremely attractive men, breathing compliments in your ear, exploring your body. They trap you, Eren’s chest basically pressed to yours, your back flat against Reiner. His hands are still at your sides, while Eren reaches for your nape, pulling you in to kiss along your neck. 
You should stop it. That’s what you should do. Whatever this is, it’s wrong. These are supposed to be your quote unquote big brothers. What would Mikasa think? 
But something snaps in you. It’s curiosity. The need to know. What would it be like to be fucked senseless by them? It has your imagination running wild. How can you deny this opportunity? It’s basically being served to you on a silver platter.
“Let your big brothers take care of you,” Reiner whispers, nipping at your ear lobe, grinding his hips on your ass. It’s so wrong. So wrong, you keep chanting in your head. 
Eren fondles your breasts through your clothes. “You want to feel good tonight, right baby? We can help you feel good.”
Is it the pet name that pushes you over the edge? Or is it the allure of being pleasured by two guys at the same time? Either way, you reach behind you to run your fingers through Reiner’s hair while you take your other hand to tug Eren forward into a sloppy kiss. 
“Fuck, I think she wants it,” Reiner murmurs, licking a stripe behind your ear. “Let’s go.” 
“Follow us, baby. We’ll take care of you tonight.” Eren grabs your wrist, leading you upstairs to follow Reiner into his room. It doesn’t seem like he has a roommate, considering the beds are combined to create one that is nearly king-sized. Too busy inspecting the interior design of a typical frat boy, which so far consists of flattened boxes of beer packs hung up like posters and a large Alpha Tau flag strewn across one side of the wall, the sound of the door shutting loudly brings you to your senses. 
You’re very aware now that it’s the three of you, alone in this bedroom, air dense with sexual tension. Suddenly, you’re nervous. You’ve never had a threesome. It’s certainly been a fantasy of yours, but to experience it first-hand, you start having self-doubts if you can really go through with it. 
Eren, sensing your trepidation, puts his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder. “Hey, you okay? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Reiner, who’s already sprawled out on the bed in his boxers, clothes promptly stripped off, adds, “Yeah. We can just chill here. It’s all good.”
They’re not pressuring you, which you appreciate. You’re hesitant, sure. But you haven’t changed your mind. You want this. You want this bad.  
“I want to do it,” you state, removing your shorts and tossing them aside. 
Reiner laughs, sitting up to watch you, shoving his own boxers off. “You’re eager. She’s eager, Eren.”
“Yeah, she is,” Eren muses, tugging at your wrist. “Let’s go to the bed, sweetie.”
Reiner scoots over to make room for you, palming his growing erection, watching Eren strip you nude. When you’re naked, you turn to Reiner to kiss him. He smiles before shoving his tongue into your mouth.
“Lay down for us, baby,” Eren purrs, now naked, boner stiff against his sculpted abs, kissing your stomach. He peers up at you with twinkling eyes, almost innocent, knowing for a fact he’s about to wreck your pussy apart.
Reiner lies beside you, cupping your cheek, large tongue working its way deep inside your mouth. His hand trails down to your chest, squeezing at your breast. “Do you like having your nipples played with?” he asks, lips glossy with spit.
You nod, eyes glancing at Eren, his head positioned between your legs, palms spreading your thighs wide, staring at your pussy already sticky with arousal. Reiner refocuses your gaze on him, muttering, “Pay attention to me, princess.” Another nod and you close your eyes, kissing him, enjoying the soft caress of his hands on your tits. 
Below you, Eren, the fucking menace that he is, doesn’t start slow. He wraps his lips around your clit, swishing his tongue against it until you’re whimpering from pleasure.
“Oh fuck, she likes that, Eren. Keep doing that. I want to see her come all over your face,” Reiner smirks, brushing his rough thumbs on your hardening nipples. He moves down, facing your chest, sucking on your breast until it’s hard and plump. “Fuck, your tits are amazing,” he rasps, flicking his tongue. 
Eren gives you a break, slowly licking your sensitive bud a few times before latching on once more. It’s almost too much, body instinctually jolting from his touch. You endure it, though; the sensation too divine to stop. 
“Finger her, Eren,” Reiner demands, as if reading your mind. The desire to be filled is overtaking everything else.
Tongue flat on your clit, he hums in the response, middle finger teasing your slick entrance before slipping inside, knuckle deep. Still, it’s not enough. Even Reiner knows it.
“Put another,” he growls, eyes focused on your pussy being wrecked as he continues to play with your tits. “Fill her up.”
Eren obeys, sliding his ring finger along with the middle, pumping his digits inside you. You’re a whining mess, unable to control the lewd sounds escaping your mouth. Drool leaks out from the corners of your lips, your tongue lolling out from being fucked out. Reiner chuckles, releasing you with a loud pop. “You’re a loud one, aren’t you? You need something in your mouth to keep you quiet.” He grazes your tongue with his thumb, staring at you hungrily. “Suck on these like they’re my dick.”
All you can do is nod dumbly, grabbing at his thick wrist to stick his three middle fingers down your throat. He pumps them into your mouth as he suckles at your nipples, like an animal desperate for milk.
You’re overstimulated, from having your mouth and pussy stuffed, to your most erogenous zones being consumed by lips and teeth. Your toes curl from the pleasure, throat dry from the endless moaning around Reiner’s rough digits, skin damp with sweat and saliva. The orgasm hits you like a wave of electricity coursing through your veins, exciting every nerve in your body. You whimper on Reiner’s fingers, tickling the back of your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. 
“Fuck,” Eren muffles below you, still lapping at your clit. The wet squelches sound even more lewd from your noticeable orgasm. He flicks his tongue on your sticky mess, smearing it over your puffy bud, repeating the action several times until he’s satisfied.
“Ah, Eren. Fuck,” you breath out, mouth relinquished from Reiner. He has been relentlessly working your tits, swollen and sore from his efforts. When he’s done, he slides back up the bed beside you.
“Look at the mess you made.” He grips at your chin, directing your gaze at Eren, who’s face is glistening, smirk coated in your shiny cum. 
“You did so good for us,” Eren says, crawling up the bed to join you on your other side. He gently pinches your tit, sucking on your neck. Reiner kisses you on the mouth, massaging the other breast. You grasp their hard cocks, stroking them simultaneously, resulting in both of them moaning. 
“Fuck, baby.”
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, she’s such a good girl.”
“So fucking good for us.”
The three of you stay this way for a while, erections growing unbelievably stiff in your fists. One of their hands, at this point you’re not sure whose, is at your clit, tapping it and rubbing fast. You’re convinced that you can come like this if they let you. 
“Think she’s wet enough?” Reiner asks his brother.
“Yeah, she’s really fucking wet, dude. It’s going to feel so fucking good.” Eren answers. “Can you take it, sweetie? Can you take Reiner’s fat cock?”
“I can take it,” you breathe out, needy and aching to be filled again.
Reiner moves to the bottom of the bed. “Are you on the pill?” 
You nod, humming against Eren’s mouth, occupied with kissing him. 
“Good. I want to fuck you raw.”
“Come inside her, Reiner. Give her a fucking creampie,” Eren murmurs, kissing your forehead affectionately, despite the filthy words coming out of his mouth. The way they speak to each other, instructing one another on what obscene act to perform on you next, spurs you on. Makes you feel like you’re in fucking heat, ready to be bred. 
“You want my cum inside you, princess? Want me to fill up that tight cunt?” Reiner spits into his hand then strokes himself, teasing your slit with his tip. 
“Yes,” you respond, voice shaky.
“That’s not enough for him, cutie,” Eren whispers to you. He massages your clit gently as Reiner slides his cockhead up and down your folds. “He likes it when you beg for it.”
You’re too desperate to care about pride. You’re going to beg for this, no matter what. “Please, Reiner. Fuck me, please.”
“That’s more like it,” he grunts, stroking himself faster. “Get in front of her, Eren.”
Eren gives you one last smooch before sitting up and kneeling at the top of the bed, tossing a few pillows to the floor to make space. 
Reiner taps at your hips. “On your hands and knees, slut. And stick that ass up for me.” His voice is raspy, demeanor rougher than a few minutes ago. Something has taken over him; it’s his carnal desire to fuck you into the mattress. 
You do as your told, arching your back to give him a nice view of your pussy, wet and fluttering, ready for cock. Without warning, he smacks your ass cheek, laughing. “I’m going to fuck you so good. You have no fucking idea.”
Eren kneels in front of you, erect and oozing with precum. “You’re so cute, you know that? So pretty.” He caresses you delicately, thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Can you suck my dick, baby? Pretty please?”
You’re beginning to understand the dynamic that’s going on here. Eren is sweet, tender, and considerate. Then there’s Reiner: rough, harsh, and greedy. Opposites of each other, working together to tear you to pieces, rip you into shreds. Two sides of the same coin. 
You wrap you fingers around Eren, leaning forward to spread the bead of precum along your lips like gloss. He smiles at you, still cupping your face. “So fucking pretty.” 
Reiner continues to tease you, gathering your slick onto his cockhead to rub it on your bud. “I’m going to fuck you now, princess. Let me take care of this pussy.” Aligned with your entrance, he slowly slides in, your walls stretching to adjust to his girth. You hear him suck in a breath behind you, cursing. “Fuck, you’re tight. Such a good girl.”
“You are a good girl.” Eren pushes past your lips. You take him into your salivating mouth, surrounding him with your wet heat, tongue tracing the prominent vein running along his shaft. “Our good girl. Our good fucking girl.”
You bob your head on his dick, further and further until he’s deep down your throat. You keep him there, swallowing around him, resisting the urge to gag on his cock. Through teary eyes, you peer up at him, looking for approval, wanting him to be proud of the way you take it. He meets your gaze, breathing heavily, eyes wild with lust, staring at your stuffed mouth. His kind disposition from earlier is crumbling; he caresses your cheeks tenderly, but his expression gives him away. Still, he stays still, hesitant to take control.
Reiner, however, is on a different level. He starts fucking you, pulling his cock out halfway only to slam it all the way back in, pace picking up gradually after each thrust. The force causes you to plunge further onto Eren, nose buried in his dark pubic hair, spit seeping from the corners of your mouth. Your muffled whimpers vibrate around him, causing him to moan from the sensation. 
“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” he praises, holding your head cautiously. 
Reiner holds you firmly at your hips, fucking you hard and fast, grunting. “Take my cock, princess. Take it like the fucking slut you are.”
You pull off of Eren just enough so that only his tip is engulfed by your mouth. With your fist jerking his shaft, you blow him, swirling your tongue on the slit. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Feels so good. Gonna make me come.”
“Make Eren come,” Reiner huffs. “Make him nut in that slutty mouth.” He’s found your sweet spot, barely pulling out to hit it over and over. You’re soaked around him, convinced that your arousal is dripping onto the sheets, making a mess of his bed.
“I’m coming,” Eren warns, stomach tight, eyes shut. His warm cum shoots into the back of your throat as you suck him off, swallowing every drip. He slumps against the headboard, catching his breath. “Thank you, baby,” he murmurs, bowing down to kiss your puffy lips. “Thank you.” 
“I’m gonna come soon. Gonna fill you up with this load,” Reiner growls. Your ass smacks against his groin, his heavy balls tapping lightly onto your clit. You’re close to your second orgasm, but you need just a little bit more.
“Come here, Eren. Play with it while I fuck her.” It really is as if Reiner can read your thoughts, aware of exactly what you need to push you over the edge, get you closer to that peak. 
Eren crawls down the bed, kneeling beside you, hand reaching between your legs, finding your swollen bud. When he does, you cry out, “Ah! Fuck!”
They both laugh, Eren brutally rubbing it as he watches Reiner fuck you from behind. 
“Look how creamy it is. That’s all her. She fucking loves it.”
“Our pretty girl loves getting fucked.”
“Pinch her little clit. Make her come on my cock.”
Eren squeezes your clit gently between his thumb and forefinger. It’s too much. You let go, the orgasm so intense, you’re trembling, fists bunched in the bedsheets below you, whining in ecstasy. 
“Holy shit, I’m coming.” Reiner thrusts into you a few more times before his cock spurts inside you. 
“Fuck,” Eren swears, loosening his grip on you.
Reiner stays in you for several seconds, coming down from his high. He slowly pulls out, his cum and yours leaking out of your fluttering hole. They both breathe out a satisfied fuck, staring at the flow of cum dripping out of your slit. Someone, you’re not sure who, plants a smooch on your lower back. Most likely Eren, the more affectionate of the two. You lower your torso onto the bed, relaxing into the mattress, exhausted and satiated from the insanity that just occurred.
Once again, you find yourself sandwiched between them, both facing you, smiling. You turn on your back to stare up at the ceiling, glancing at each of them, unsure what to say.  
Eren is the first to break the silence. “Did you have fun, cutie?” He turns your head towards him, nuzzling his nose with yours.
“Yeah, I did,” you answer, grinning. “That was amazing.”
“You came so much, princess,” Reiner adds, chin grazing the skin of your shoulder, palm tracing languid circles on your breasts. Eren kisses you on the lips while Reiner works on your neck. The three of you stay like this until a phone starts ringing. 
“Shit, that’s probably Mikasa,” Eren mutters, breaking away. He hops off the bed to retrieve his phone on the other side of the room. Reiner quickly turns you toward him, taking this opportunity to kiss you passionately as his brother answers the phone. His arms are snug around you, cozy and comfortable in his warm embrace. 
You don’t pay attention to Eren’s conversation, focused instead on making out with Reiner. It ends as soon as Eren comes back into bed.
“What did Mikasa say?” you ask.
“She’s looking for us. Specifically, you. She’s worried.”
“About what?”
“Probably about us corrupting you,” Eren laughs, nestling his face into your neck.
“I guess she’s on to something,” Reiner responds, copying Eren. 
You snuggle them. “She doesn’t have to know about this. It’ll be our little secret.”
“You’re okay with sneaking around next time?”
“Next time?” In your head, you already decided this would be a one-time kind of deal. Not because you want it to be, but because you assumed they wouldn’t want to do this again. 
“You don’t seriously think this is the last time we’re doing this, do you? Baby, you’re too cute,” Eren says, grinning.
Reiner chuckles. “You’re stuck with us now, princess. You’re way too good to let go. Right, Eren?”
“Yeah. I think we’ll keep you for a while.”
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End Notes: Happy birthday Eren!
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Hello! I hope you are okay. I hope this doesnt come off as demanding or anything, but I really love how you write and describe things so I was wondering if there is anywhere elde where I could get more of your writing? I really like your style, even when its just you talking about the game or the game itself it's just AAAAAAGH (amazing) Even if its just a short story, in the future, when the game is done idk i just really like your writing 😭😭
✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaa thank you for the kind words and interest in my writing!! I do have separate a writing blog for some of the misc. fandoms I'm in (jjk, hq!!, snk, bnha, etc) — but I started it in 2014 and it's not 14DWY related, so you'd honestly have to pry the URL outta me T_T
I also have a secret roleplay blog for Ren and the general 14DWY writing tag for more of my writing if anyone is interested in that!
Also also!! I'm always down to fulfil writing requests ^^ Just keep in mind that it maaay take me some time to get around to it (because of writers block and irl priorities hehe)
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✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐄.
.𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✦
✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍.
.𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ✦
✦ 𝐈𝐌.
.𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦
✦ 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
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𝑨𝑰𝑲𝑨 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑰 ⎯ 𝘚𝘏𝘌/𝘏𝘌𝘙
hi, hello, heyo!
a stranger amongst many. sincerest of greetings from me to you!
a teen astray the infinite void, aimlessly adrift the tremous journey of studying ⎯ a newfound author, honoured to make your acquaintance.
have you ever felt that hefty feeling, so overbearing that you wonder as to endeavour a charade ⎯ a deceitful escapade from reality?
why, darling, fret not!
please, if you may ⎯ i humbly encourage you ought solitude within my abode ⎯ now a shared sanctuary ⎯ to ensure a tapestry for us through a mutual desire of a longing to infinitely be enveloped in a mesmerizing reverie, by the means of our limitless imaginary.
despite a majority of society potentially deeming it all a mere delusion — i yearn to grant me and you boundless indulgence in our false reality.
seek refuge in our fantastical daydreams. manifested as I weave mine to words, laid to the utmost flare of my capabilities, to gift a safe haven for you and me.
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in this station specifically, i’ll be primarily concentrating on short stories.
such as scenarios, oneshots, hcs, etc…
i tend to harvest in the realm of many themes.
yet even still, i’d prefer to keep mine mature—pardon, not in that explicit way, however.
it is merely themes centering with ones such as gore, violence, harsh language, etc…
nonetheless, i am open with engaging in multiple fandoms.
ɴᴀᴍᴇʟʏ…
tdlosk/sknpn.
tbhk/jshk.
╰ var. (requested)
ds/kny.
var. (crossover)
var. (isekai)
t. muichiro (short story)
╰ t. giyuu (oneshot)
╰ t. muichiro (ramble)
╰ t. muichiro (oneshot)
thh & sdr2 & drv3.
jjk.
╰ g. satoru (oneshot)
gi & hi & hsr.
var. (crossover)
╰ scaramouche // gi. (drabble)
bsd/lsd.
pjsk/cs.
snjc.
kcc.
aot/snk.
fbje/snf.
onk.
hazbin hotel.
soe/ons.
sxf.
sec . acc (do check it out! this is where i post my artworks and stuff)
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any of you’re radiant displays of endless support,
evokes a heavenly bliss within me.
kindling a whimsical jubilation,
i had not fathomed remained.
as serendipity intertwines our paths,
my fervent aspiration is to adorn you
with even the most delicate semblences,
of that ineffable warmth.
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