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You know the drill by now. Marley incorrect quotes. They're funny. Part 9.

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Mikasa: How long does your ideal hug last?

Historia: 38-45 minutes

Mikasa: That's really impractical

Historia: You said ideal, not realistic!

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Zeke, writing a letter to Magath:

Dear Commander,

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?????

Kindest regards, Zeke

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Mikasa, about Eren: I can excuse terrorism but I draw the line at mass murder

Falco: You can excuse terrorism ??

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Gabi: Thanks for always giving me great advice Commander, even if I don’t always use it.

Commander Magath: You actually never use it.

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Eren: It's not my fault dad likes me better than he likes you

Zeke: Oh, don't flatter yourself. Dad likes everyone better than he likes me

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Annie: I have a big announcement, everybody! Armin and I-

Sasha: Omg, you're pregnant??

Eren: Congratulations !

Connie: I'm so excited to find out if I'm gonna be an aunt or an uncle!

Annie: What? No, stop that. Armin and I bought fake beards, glasses and monkey plushies, we're gonna make Historia believe she has even more far removed psycho relatives lol

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Eren: What happens when you die?

Zeke: Your soul goes into paths

Eren: No, I mean - when you die, do I get your stuff?

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Ymir: I want us to be more than friends

Historia, clapping her hands excitedly: BEST friends??!

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Eren: *stoned out of his mind* I'm hungry

Carla Yaeger: I'm disappointed in you

Eren: Grilled cheese

Carla: What?

Eren: Grill me a cheese

Carla: I'm not doing that!

Eren: *starts crying*

Carla: Oh, for God's sake

*Cut to Carla making him a grilled cheese*

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Falco: Merry day before Christmas!!

Porco: It's called eve

Falco: Oh sorry. Merry day before eve!!

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Eren fighting the Warhammer Titan: Call an ambulance!

Eren unplugging Lara Tybur from her titan: BUT NOT FOR ME!!

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Porco: Tits or ass?

Reiner: Uhhh

Bertholt : ✨personality✨

Porco: It's not about which one you think is your best quality, Bertholt

Ymir: Ass.

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Historia, wearing cat ears and drawn on whiskers: Zeke, where are your whiskers ?

Zeke, also wearing cat ears: Ask again and you'll be down to eight lives.

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Gabi, to Falco: Oh please. Do you really think that disapproving glare works on me after all the times I've seen it?

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Historia, after learning of Ymir's death: Maybe because you're skinny, and maybe because you're pretty, you're used to getting away with things. But I want you to know that your actions have an affect on others, and I hate you, and you are a horrible person, and you not understanding that you are a horrible person doesn't make you less of a horrible person.

Porco:

Porco: *blushing* You think I'm pretty?

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Mikasa: Right now I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.

Eren: Can I pick?

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Eren: I finally figured out what's been missing from my life.

Eren, pulling away the red curtain to reveal the Yeagerists: It's henchmen

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Gabi, about Reiner: What does being claustrophobic mean?

Falco: It means he's scared of Santa Claus

Reiner: No, it doesn't!

Gabi: Oh oh oh!

Colt: Stop it Gabi, you're scaring him!

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Grisha: So you believe in God?

Hannes: Yeah, I do.

Grisha: Ahah, that's so stupid.

Hannes: Well, what do YOU believe in?

Grisha: That there is a millenia old mute teenager hanging around in a parallel plane of existence building up titans and reconstructing my arms when I get injured, all that with only magic sand and not a drop of water. There's no food there but it's fine because she's dead anyways. Also she's everyone's ancestor and if she allows you to you can talk in everyone's heads. She gained the ability to transform into a 120 meters tall skeletal monstrosity after a weird underground worm grafted itself onto her spine. You too can gain that ability by eating people!

Hannes: I... Okay. I'm just... Gonna leave now...

Grisha, loudly, at Hannes' retreating form: I DID IT BY THE WAY. I ATE PEOPLE AND WILL DO IT AGAIN.

Grisha: For the greater good, of course.

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Yelena: So there I was, burying a Marleyan in the garden in a nightgown and slutty fishnet pantyhose...

Eren: And you think that's a normal Saturday morning activity?

Yelena: Well you gotta bury them somewhere!

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Floch: Is it ok if I use gendered terms?

Yelena: Sure... Whatever

Floch: Fuck you.

Yelena: Where was the gendered term?

Floch: In your mom

Yelena:

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Falco: Hi! How's it going?

Gabi: I don't know... I feel weird. *touches her arm* when I touch there it hurts.

Gabi: *touches her head* and when I touch there it hurts

Gabi: *touches her leg* and there too...

Gabi: *touches her shoulder* and it hurts as well...

Falco:

Falco, grabbing her hand: Gabi, your finger is broken.

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Historia: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

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Eren, about Ymir and Annie: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Annie: Excuse me??

Eren: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing in everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Ymir:

Historia:

Armin:

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*S1*

Eren: I'm having a really hard time, I just lost my mother.

Reiner: I'm sorry, do you want me to help you go look for her?

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Grisha: Would you like to know the quickest way to a man's heart?

Carla: *twirling her hair* Go on?

Grisha: Bilateral incision to the upper left region of the sternum.

Carla: What the fuck

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Sasha: So how do you ask someone out?

Eren: Well, first-

Mikasa: Don't ask him. He asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Eren: ...You said yes though?

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Sasha, to Connie: You're starting to forget your Spanish because you don't practice

Connie: Lo siento. Estoy embarazado.

Sasha: You just told me you're pregnant.

Jean: Congratulations Connie, you're glowing!

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Armin: Thanks to Duolingo, I can ask someone if they're a horse but can't tell people what my name is in French

Jean: Ask me if I'm a horse. I dare you.

Armin: Tu es un cheval?

Jean: Nay

Armin: Oh you-

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Levi, getting enrolled into the Survey Corps: You kill people for money??

Erwin: Look, it's not THAT extreme, we only do it when there's no other-

Levi: And all this time I've been doing it for free like a chump!

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Gabi, a big smile on her face: You have to be the worst driver I've ever seen. How the hell did you get a licence?

Sasha:

Falco, appearing from the backseat discheveled: Please tell me you have a licence

Sasha:

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Gabi, her ear stuck to the door: I can hear three -no wait maybe, maybe four of them?

Gabi: They're talking about whether Kylie Jenner would make a good mother

*Reiner, Annie, Marcel and Porco's conversation gets heated*

Gabi: The consensus seems to be "no"

Falco: Well, that's why I'm a Chloe man

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Yelena: So does your friend... Mikasa, know about our plans?

Eren: Of course! Mikasa is in the known of all my plans, I heavily imply those to her all the time!

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Jean: I have no fears!

Historia: What if you wake up one day and Eren is taller than you?

Jean: I have one fear.

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Zeke: What now, you just turn tail on the family business?

Eren: Nothing says family quite like the whole family being dead

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Hange: May I get you anything to drink, Eren?

S1 Eren: The tears of titans wrenched from their bodies as their bones are crushed.

Hange: We have jasmine tea.

Eren: Oh, jasmine. Yes, please.

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Eren, to the 104th: If I die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucking party and you're all invited

Armin: If

Annie: Great, the only party I've ever been invited to and he might not even die

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Marcel: Why do people have quiet respectful funerals? When I die I want my ashes mixed with glitter and packed tightly into a coffin and then they blow up the coffin with explosives so glitter rains down on the guests while blasting "thanks for the memories" by fall out boy

Porco: Jesus god almighty

Marcel: Dare tell me you wouldn't want to go to that kind of funeral. Come on.

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Gabi: So can you take me to the ice cream store? Reiner said no

Porco: Well if Reiner said no then why should I say yes?

Gabi: Because he's not the boss of you!

Porco: *realises it's a trap*

Porco:

Porco: *getting up* Go get your stuff

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Porco, in a high-pitched voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Gabi, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Zeke: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Porco: Playing systemic oppression.

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Reiner: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Porco: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Gabi, go find out if that airship can catch fire!

Reiner: You're a bad influence.

Porco: And you don't know your sayings.

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Marcel: You’ve heard of Netflix and Chill, now get ready for…

Marcel: ...IMAX and climax!

Pieck: Blockbuster and Cockthruster.

Porco: Hulu and Woohoo?

Zeke: Amazon Prime and Sexy Time!

Reiner: Church and repentance.

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Gabi: Yeah, like your family is so perfect! Your brother's a pervert!

Eren: Don't talk to me about the sexual habits of family members, what about your cousin?

Gabi: Reiner has been through a lot...

Eren: ...yeah, of dick!

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Reiner, covering Gabi's ears with his hands: Honestly I would be offended on my own behalf but WHY ARE YOU TALKING THIS WAY TO A TWELVE YEAR OLD??

Eren: When I was her age I was running for my life and slaughtering grown men. She'll be fine.

Reiner: You are not even REMOTELY what I would call "fine"

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Bertholt: You're so pretty

Annie: r u flirting with me

Bertholt: Yeah

Annie: dont ever do it again

Bertholt: Sorry

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Floch: It's been a tough year

Yelena: It's the first week of January

Floch: Your point?

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Mikasa: I mean, to be fair, we did organize a hostile takeover of our government, start a rebellion, invade his home, blow up his home, engage in technical terrorism, involving MULTIPLE sentient titans and A LOT of explosives, blow up his train, kill a bunch of his men, blow up his ship, shot him, shot him again and killed him. I'd be stressed too.

Mikasa: Well, if my ability to feel emotions hadn't been irrevocably numbed over a thousand times over.

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Gabi: *holding acorn* What's this?

Connie: A tree

Gabi: Really?

Connie: In a nutshell, yes.

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Levi: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Historia: Bold of you to assume I was even held!

Mikasa: Historia, we've talked about this

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Hange: What did you two do?

Mikasa:

Armin:

Hange, whispering: You're not in trouble. I just need to know if I have to lie to the Yeagerists again or not.

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Zeke: Aww Pieck, you had a crush on me, that's sooo embarrassing!

Pieck: We're literally married.

Zeke: Still.

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Colt: I told you not to wear it in the shower!

Falco, holding a soggy Burger King crown: I don’t need a lecture right now, okay? I need emotional support

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Eren: I love hearing Mikasa shouting at someone else. It makes for such a nice change.

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Levi: It'll take a lot more than trying to kill Hange with a hammer to make her wanna run away.

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Pieck: Are you single?

Marcel: "single" is the word the government created to give Americans tax disadvantages. If you're asking me if I'm lonely the answer is yes

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Eren: Are you alright?

Reiner: I'm gonna start charging people money for asking me that.

Eren: Oh, sorry. I meant it in a sarcastic way.

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*Mikasa is at a weaponsmith's exhibit, looking at all the pretty knives*

Eren: She's like a kid in a candy store

Armin: A butcher at a slaughterhouse perhaps

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Zeke: *in paths, making his grand speech about how Eldians need to be exterminated for there to be true peace*

Eren: Stop talking, please, this is just embarrassing.

Zeke: Stop me yourself, coward

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Grisha: *sending a message to Zeke of him standing in an empty field with the caption "I thought you'd like to know that I'm outstanding in my field"*

Zeke, texting back: Tf u gt data cover in Hel? 😳

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Erwin, texting: How make chicken

Levi, also texting: What

Erwin: Where buy chicken

Levi: Erwin this isn't google

Erwin: Avacoda

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Zeke, texting: fr eren giv paths bac u suk 😠🖕🏻

Eren, also texting: What, so you can forcibly mutilate our people for an uncaring and selfish nation who will never even recognise what you did for them? No way in hell I'm doing that bro.

Zeke: your anoyin

Eren: *you're

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Zeke, texting: h3y hru 😙

Pieck, also texting: Where are you? I'm at the front desk of the grocery store, please don't make me ask them to call you here.

Zeke: im coming. wat u think abt sover8y of the hi2ry ppl fro this mor9 gen meet? 🤔🤓

Pieck: What? Do you mean "What do I think about the sovereignty of the Hitoury people from this morning's general meeting"? Why are you asking me this by text?

Zeke: ya

Zeke: luv u bby c u lat3r <3 😘😍

Pieck: Please stop texting like a lovesick illiterate 13 year old girl.

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Sasha, texting Connie: Evil gang 😈

Sasha: Evil gang 😈

Sasha: Ily

Connie: Ily 2 bro <3

Connie: Evil gang 😈

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Jean, texting: You are in a realm by yourself, the laughing stock of your village. You are a comedic vessel that has no port or harbor, a joke of a wanderer with no destination.

Reiner, texting back: I think u have the wrong number

Jean: is this eren?

Reiner: no

Jean: My bad

Jean: 👍

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Porco: Well clearly you don't own an ✨air fryer✨

Gabi: Why are y'all frying air?!

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Zeke, to Mikasa: Oh please, don't be so dramatic. If I'm really as evil as you say then may God strike me where I stand...

*lightning strikes*

Zeke, looking at the charred piece of ground 1 meter away from him:

Zeke: HA!! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

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Sasha: I mean, to be stab-worthy, you know? It's, uh...

Sasha: It's kind of a compliment

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Ymir: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

Armin: IT. I threw the remote at my tv when the clown showed up. Never again.

Historia: Annabelle

Eren: Paranormal Activity

Annie: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the lyrics.

Mikasa: That time me and Eren got kidnapped.

Historia: That time you got WHAT

Ymir: That's not even a movie.

Mikasa: Still.

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*Eren sneaking back into his bedroom after a night of plotting war crimes*

Levi, flicking the light on: Mind telling me where you've been all night?

Eren: I was... Going over some plans with Commander Hange

Hange, turning around dramatically in Eren's chair: Wanna try that one again?

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*During the time they were waiting for Eren*

Hange, to the pitch black room: If chickens were big enough to eat us do you think they would?

Levi: Hange, it's 4 AM. I don't have the patience for that kind of conversation.

Hange: What if you gave them titan serum, would they grow bigger?

Levi: Hange.

Hange: How do we know regular chickens don't already have a taste for our blood? Maybe they just play coy and innocent, until the day we're at their mercy, and then BAM!

Levi: They're vegetarian, Hange. They eat grain.

Hange: But are we sure of that?? I mean, we deduce an animal's diet by what they eat in the wild, correct? Chickens have so long been domesticated we forgot what they're truly after. Plus, look at those sharp beaks and scary teeth, that can tear meat off surely.

Levi: You're mixing that up with geese. Chickens don't have teeth.

Hange: Really? When was the last time you looked at a chicken, Levi?

Levi: I-...

Hange:

Levi:

Levi: Okay, but have you ever heard the french idiom "when chickens will grow teeth"? That proves chickens presently don't have teeth!

Hange: Or maybe they do, and everything we've ever said will never come to pass is actually gonna happen because we live in the worst timeline. Think about it, when was the last time you had a moment where you were genuinely calm, at peace and sure everything would turn out well?

Levi: When I had my tea yesterday, it was very early in the morning and all the brats were away.

Hange: ...Or maybe they grew their teeth in secret and they're hiding it from us!

Levi: Chickens aren't even smart enough for that!

Hange: ...Again, do you speak with a lot of chickens?

Levi:

Hange: I'd much rather speak with chickens than most of my trainees, to be honest.

Levi: Ha, true.

Hange:

Levi:

Hange: But do you think if chicken were big enough to eat us-

Levi: Hange, shut up.

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Porco: You know, I used to be really against organ transplants.

Porco: And then I had a change of heart

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Gabi: Ok, I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Pieck: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Porco: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Falco: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Reiner: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Reiner: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

Eren: You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid

Reiner: So what if I do?

Eren: *blushes*

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Reiner: I love Star Wars

Sasha: Hello there

Reiner: Ahah hey what's up

Sasha:

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Historia: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Eren: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Ymir: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Levi, on his walkie talkie: This is Captain Levi, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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Zeke: You ruined my life!

Grisha: How could I have done that?! I wasn't even there!

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*After the Paradisians retook Shiganshina*

Zeke, still growing his limbs back: All in all, a 100% successful trip

Reiner: But we lost Bertholt.

Zeke: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

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*Isabel Magnolia left the Survey Corps and is trying to make a living selling goods on the street*

Levi: What are you selling?

Isabel: Hats…what are you doing?

Levi: You are now selling quality piles of ashes!

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Gabi: I'd like everybody to take a moment and think back to a time when they did something stupid, how they were treated, and how they wished they were treated.

Commander Magath: What the HELL did you do?

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Armin: Annie, I need to talk to you about something important.

Annie: That building was already on fire when I got there.

Armin: What?

Annie: What?

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Connie, to Hange: Of course you shouldn't try to ride a Titan like a bull! Respectfully, Commander, any idiot would know that!

Sasha: I knew that!

Connie: See?!

Sasha:

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Eren: *going off on his own and doing some wild thing*

Hange: What the hell are you doing?

Eren: I'm Eren-ing (ironing) this plan's kinks out!

Hange: What?! No, no, uh-uh! You're not turning yourself into a verb, I won't allow it!

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Zofia: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Gabi: Oh, I’m always running

Gabi: The question is from what

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Commander Magath: GABI! I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SWITCHED ALL THE CARTRIDGES OF MY COLORED PENS!

Gabi: Welp! Gotta go!

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Reiner: Did they hurt you?

Bertholt : No, no, I'm fine. Did YOU get hurt?

Reiner: Who cares?!

Bertholt : I do!

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Historia: I mean, accidents don't just happen... You know... Accidentally...

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Armin: thank you, ancestors, for passing down detailed and cautious instructions on how not to get seduced and stolen away by mischievous female spirits, which I have lovingly transformed into How To Find Me a Wife Real Quick manual

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Falco: Porco is hard to figure out. Who knows what he's really thinking.

Zeke: Hey, Porco, whachya thinking about?

Porco: Frogs.

Zeke: He's thinking about frogs.

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Historia, giggling: Hey Armin, why can't a koala be a bear?

Armin, reading a book: Because they're marsupials

Sasha, also giggling: bECaUse THey'Re mArsUPiaLS

Historia: NO! It's because they don't have the right koalifications!

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Pieck: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Zeke: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Pieck: Th-that's not how that works-

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Reiner: Oh yeah? Well at least I know how to read.

Porco: What?

Reiner: You made fun of me for reading comic books. Well, at least I know how to read.

Porco: What are you talking about?

Reiner: We were by the swing sets on the North side of the training camp.

Porco: You mean when we were ten?! That was a whole decade ago!

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Eren: Mikasa Ackerman, I need you.

Mikasa: For?

Eren: Ever

Mikasa, voice cracking: Oh.

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Pieck: I just need to hear those three words from you.

Zeke: I love you.

Pieck: Try again.

Zeke, grumbling: I will behave.

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Falco: Man, sure is dark in here

Gabi:

Falco: I'm not scared or anything

Gabi:

Falco: I mean who is scared of the dark these days? Not me no sir

Gabi: Do you want me to hold your hand?

Falco: Yes please.

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Levi: I fear no man. But that thing...

*Connie trying to slurp spilled vodka off the carpet while Sasha is desperately trying to hold him back*

Levi: It scares me.

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Commander Magath: And, I'm gonna have to shut down this whole operation

Gabi: But why?!

Commander Magath: Because, Gabi, I can't have you sell your baby teeth as a "magic titan remedy" behind the government's back!

Gabi: *grumbles*

Falco: But they're not even hers!

Commander Magath: They're not- WHAT?!

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Zeke: I'm giving head to Porco for his birthday, t'was a pain to track down his first grade teacher!

Reiner:

Pieck: ʷʰᵃᵗ

Reiner: Zeke, what do you think "giving head" means?

Zeke: Giving your friends the head of their worst enemy on a silver platter, of course, why, what does it mean?

Pieck: Well, uh...

*Later*

Zeke: Frankly I'm disappointed

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yikimiki · 4 years ago

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What about stepbros Zeke & Eren tag teaming their little princess🤭

stepbro!eren x fem!reader x stepbro!zeke | warnings: smut, stepcest, all characters are adults, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, breast play, praise kink, size kink, creampie(s)

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You knew it would come to this — it always does. It’s rare that both your brothers are home at once, always busy with either college or work, and, even more so, that they’re in good terms. You have no idea what kind of love/hate relationship goes down in the Jaeger family, but you are beyond used to seeing Eren and Zeke with a frown on their faces when the other walks in, therefore the vision of them talking in friendly terms always catches you off guard.

The text from your mom comes just as you’re walking home — dad and I are out on a date! Zeke and Eren are home and you can all order something to eat — and the late warning has you rolling your eyes. You like your makeshift brothers most of the time (you swear you do) but you seriously need a relaxing night and, by experience, being home alone with the two of them is always anything but.

It all starts when you throw yourself on your bed, groaning loudly at the tension on your shoulders as Zeke walks into your room, hands in his pockets and a curious look on his face. “Tired?” He asks.

“Exhausted. My back is killing me,” you answer, pressing two fingers against your temple. “Mom said we can order something tonight. They’re out on a date.”

Zeke takes a step toward the bed, eyeing you up and down. “We can do that, Eren says he wants pizza.” You nod at his words, expecting him to take a jab at his younger brother’s wishes. It doesn’t come, though, Zeke just sits behind you in bed, two large hands coming up to press against your tense shoulders. When he speaks up again, his voice is husky and low against your ear. “And we can make you feel better if you want, princess.”

Once again, you knew it would come to this. What can you say? You’re weak, and you’ve gone through every excuse in the book in order to convince yourself that what you’re doing with your two stepbrothers isn’t that weird. You’re not biologically related and, frankly, you haven’t even heard of the two of them a little over a year ago. You’re all consenting adults and... they just feel... so good. And they take care of you so well.

It’s an unspoken truth between you three that the two of them work like beasts when they’re in the same tune. Zeke has barely started massaging your shoulders when Eren walks into your room, then is just a matter of minutes and a few shared looks until he is pushing you against Zeke’s chest and spreading your legs so he can take off your pants and lick your pussy clean. The hands that were caressing you are now strongly keeping your body in place, Zeke kissing up your neck as his younger brother makes you whimper and moan.

“Shhh, relax, princess,” he says, big hands slowly sliding up your torso, squeezing your breasts. The motion of Eren’s tongue against your clit is making your vision blurry, wave of pleasure growing faster by the second. “Let your big brothers take care of you. You’ve had such a long day, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you agree breathlessly. The buttons of your shirt come undone one by one until the white cotton is thrown on the floor. You’re almost cumming as Eren groans against your slit, moving up to kiss your hips, your belly, until his mouth is settling on your nipple. Zeke pushes the two mounds together, bruising the skin as the younger sucks on it. “P-Please let me cum.”

It’s Eren who answers, his nose bumping against yours as he raises his stare to look at you. “You’re gonna cum, princess,” he assures, voice low. His lips are swollen and wet, brushing against yours as he speaks. His next question is not directed to you, but his stare doesn’t falter. “How do you want her?”

Zeke hums, nonchalantly placing two long fingers over your slit. You shiver as he starts rubbing your clit slowly, barely enough to give you any pleasure. “She’s so wet,” he muses, thinking for a second. His other hand moves upward, holding your jaw as his thumb presses against your lips. Eren moves back to watch it too, how you are eager to suck it into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around it. Zeke sighs. “But this mouth is so fucking perfect too. She always sucks my cock so well.”

“So, what is it?” Eren presses on. “I’m being nice enough for letting you choose this time, so hurry up.”

Zeke scoffs. You almost choke on your own spit when he switches his thumb with his middle and ring finger, thrusting them in and out of your mouth. “It’s my turn to choose, you did it last time,” he remembers. Eren rolls his eyes. “I want my cock in her mouth.”

Eren smirks, happy with that decision. His gaze returns to you, to your perfectly overwhelmed face. “Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt, baby?” He asks. You nod instantly. “Good girl. Hands and knees for me.”

With a bit of maneuvering, everything falls into place. You turn around, facing Zeke, and pull his pants down as you hear Eren’s zipper opening behind you, your bare heat exposed and glistening. Zeke grunts when his cock springs free from his pants, one hand automatically landing on the back of your head as you lean closer to it, warm tongue licking up his length. “Perfect little thing,” he praises, meeting your doe eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. Behind you, Eren sends a surprise smack against your ass, making you whimper around the other’s cock. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, wanna see you choking on it.”

“She’s so fucking horny,” Eren breathes out, heavy cock resting against your ass. You wiggle your body towards him, hearing him snicker behind you, fisting his girth. “Look at this, our little sister is soaked for us.”

“Yeah?” Zeke asks, barely holding back a moan when you suck him. “Make her feel good or I will.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns. You moan loudly when Eren’s crown slips between your folds, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and setting into your pussy. He curses about how wet and small you feel, how his thick cock throbs when he bottoms out. You are sobbing around Zeke by the time that Eren starts with a rough, steady pace, throwing your body forward so the other’s cock is pushed deep inside your throat. “Fuck, this pussy’s so good, can’t wait to fill it up.”

“Gonna let your brother fuck you full of his cum, princess?” Zeke asks, pulling on your hair. You moan around his cock, hoping he realizes you’re agreeing with it. “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and let us use your tight little cunt however we want?” Once again, you moan. Eren slaps your ass again, moaning something about how tightly you’re clenching around him, trying to milk his cum. “Fuck, you know I have to feel that pussy around my cock later. Wanna cum inside too, fill our sister up.”

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren says, sounding completely dazed behind you. His cock is so big that your legs are starting to give in, whimpers and sobs pushing past your chest as you sink your mouth deep around Zeke’s member. You just feel so full, so cherished, that you can’t even remember why you felt so tired in the first place. “She’s so fucking tight, I don’t even know how she can take my cock so deep.”

Zeke breathes out, shivering when you gag around him. “You’re made for it, aren’t you, baby?” You whine out, barely hearing as Eren reaches his high, emptying his balls inside you and fucking himself through his orgasm. You only notice once his cum starts leaking out of you, and Zeke notices it too. “Fuck, that’s our good girl,” he praises, but his touch is harsh as he yanks your head up, teary eyes looking up at him. “I need your pussy now.”

Eren groans behind you, pounding into you a few more times until his sensitive cock can’t take it anymore. Your pretty hole flutters when he moves away, a blob of white cum leaking out. “Gonna get both?” Eren asks, pulling his cock out of you. “Only if I can fuck her throat too.”

“Learn how to share,” Zeke answers. You’re shivering by now, orgasm torn from you twice in a row. Your big brother sighs, caressing your cheek as Eren pushes his cum back inside your pussy, moaning something about how you’re still so tight. “Look what you’ve done to her, Eren, she hasn’t cum.”

Eren clicks his tongue. “Not my fault. Finish her off, then.”

With a bit of teamwork, both of them do. In a matter of seconds, you’re on your back and Zeke is pounding like a madman inside you, stretching you out as Eren’s cum drips down his cock, your thighs, making a mess on the bed. Eren decides to position himself next to you, eager hands exploring your body, teasing your clit as his mouth sucks onto the skin of your neck. When you’re about to cum, Eren pulls your face towards him, making out with you as you reach your high; playing with and sucking on your tongue as your brother spills himself inside your abused pussy.

When Zeke pulls out, you feel the mixture of their cums leaking out of you, and you can’t even process the bickering that follows — Eren wanting you to suck his cock now, Zeke saying you’re too tired — because you just feel so good. Peace never lasts between those two, but, when it does, it brings along amazing gifts.

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shiftingparadise · 3 years ago

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Hii 😊 I hope you're having an awesome day. I love reading your fanfics so I'm here to request a professional attorney!Levi x female reader (angst+fluff+a little bit of smutt with a happy ending.)

So here's how the story goes: reader is a victim of domestic violence of her ex-boyfriend (you can name him after whatever you want 😁). Reader used to live with him because he used to be very sweet and loving. He didn't show his true colors after Levi moved to live with him. After a year of their relationship he started beating her up, insulting her and threatening her with her life if she tells anyone. One day she manages to run away from his abuse (which was almost killing her) and contact one of her best friends (our boy Levi) who's a renowned lawyer. Levi used to have a crush on reader but when her boyfriend stepped in and he saw them happy he didn't meddle. You can decide how Levi reacts to her call 😊❤ Also I thought it would be cool if you could write lawyer Levi defending reader in the courtroom masterfully and knowing how she was abused her boyfriend gets arrested for what he did to reader and eventually reader releases a sigh of relief. Levi confesses to reader eventually and things turn hot in the end 😍😘❤🔥 Thanks in advance! 🌹

aw, thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 . I'm sorry this took so long, but I really wanted to take my time writing this one! I loved this idea, and I feel like Levi would be so protective and caring towards the reader 🥺 . I hope you like it, enjoy reading! 🤍

It's pretty angsty in the beginning, so if you're not comfortable with this topic, please skip this story 🤍

Word count: 6462

‘Please stop’, you tried to control your breathing, heart beating out of your chest, fingers desperately tucking on the soft fabric of your sheets, ‘P-please, I didn`t mean t-‘.

Your words were cut short, fingers now digging in your hair, pulling you away from the mattress.

‘Doesn`t matter, I told you to immediately come home after work. Who knows where a bitch like you has been running off to? Bet you went to see that piece of shit again, didn’t you? Thought I made it clear last time that I don’t want you to see him again’, your boyfriend’s voice filled up the entire room, and fear took over your senses. ‘N-no! Of course not. Zeke, really, I-I didn’t-‘, ‘Stop crying, a little whore like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like a woman’, Zeke tightened his grip on your hair, making sure your scalp was hurting before he dragged you from the bed.

You desperately placed both hands on his wrist, trying to ease the pain.

‘Please’, voice shaking when you could see him lifting his hand in the air. You didn’t want this, you didn’t deserve this. ‘Tch’, Zeke smirked at you, ‘You know this is your fault, right? You made me angry. You could’ve avoided all of this, but no, you made me do this’.

Did you? His words cast doubt in your mind. Even though you just went to the store to get some dinner, you knew you had to go straight home from work. Zeke had made it clear he didn’t want you to do something else before you got home.

‘You think I enjoy this?’. A shiver left your body when you could feel his free hand gently hover over your cheek before he smacked you again. ‘I asked you a question Y/N’, he once again tightened the grip on your hair before he dragged you across the floor into the bathroom. ‘Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you are’, Zeke pulled you up from the ground, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

You slowly opened your eyes, vision blurry from the tears that kept streaming down your face. All you could see in that mirror was a mess. Lips bruised, a drop of blood still hanging on your chin; a bruised eye, barely able to open itself; nose running; …

‘I said look’, you could feel your cheek being pressed against the cold mirror, a tiny cloud of fog appearing. You couldn’t reply, only sobs and whimpers escaped from your mouth.

You didn’t understand what happened, what made Zeke act the way he did. He used to treat you so well, always so kind and thoughtful. Always buying you flowers, opening every door, pulling your chair back... He always listened to you, making sure you had everything you needed… But everything changed when you moved in with him. He made you slowly, but surely, distance yourself from your friends and family, and once you had no one left, he became a monster. He started telling you how you were nothing without him, how he took care of you; how ungrateful you were when you tried to stick up for yourself…. He manipulated you and you fell right into his trap.

‘I’m sure you want to call Levi again? Right? Want me to smack your phone again, like the last time? He didn’t even pick up, that’s how much he cares about you’. At this point, you were afraid the pressure would cause the mirror to shatter. ‘N-No Zeke, I wasn-‘, ‘What’s wrong?’, you could feel his hot breath against your ear, his knee forcefully pulling your legs apart, ‘You’re nothing but a cheap whore Y/N, you deserve this’.

Your heart was beating even faster. No one deserved this, not even you. You were sure of it. Maybe you were a bad girlfriend, a bad person even. Perhaps he was right, maybe no one cared about you… But this was wrong. No one deserved to go through this.

‘Zeke, no, please stop. I-I don’t want this!’, you begged, over and over again. ‘You don’t want this?’, Zeke chuckled in response, ‘You’re mine. I can take you wherever and whenever I want… I can take you how I want, even lovingly and delicately, but that’s not what you deserve, is it?’.

His hand forcefully pulled you away from the mirror, pushing your head down in the sink underneath it. You could hear him undo his pants before he pulled up your skirt. You started to panic. Zeke hurt you, more times than you could count, but he never did this. He never forced himself onto you like this. Was he ever going to stop? Things only got worse at this point, where would it end? Your body stuffed in a dirty bag underneath the ground? You had to get out, you had to run, even if that meant leaving your belongings behind. If you didn’t escape now, if you didn’t run from this monster, you would end up dead.

‘Z-zeke stop’, you cried out, hands reaching behind your back, trying to push him away from you, ‘Don’t forget what happens if you ever decide to open that dumb mouth of yours to someone’. Once again, he pulled on your hair, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your earlobe, ‘I’ll use you over and over again until your body can’t take it anymore, and once I’ve decided that I’m done with you, I’ll be sure that the last thing you’ll ever see is my hand around your throat’.

Something in your mind clicked when you could feel his fingers tangle themselves with the thin fabric of your slip, venomous words still flowing from his lips. Without thinking, you grabbed one of the glasses with your toothbrush in it. You couldn’t see where you had to throw it, but you didn’t need to, your instincts had taken over. You wouldn’t let this happen to you, even if you deserved it, even if you had nowhere to go.

‘Get off me!’, you grabbed the glass and smacked it on the hand that was tangled in your hair. You didn’t hesitate when you could hear your boyfriend grunt out in pain, grabbing his wrist to look at the blood that was spilling from his hand, ‘Fucking bitch!’, you could hear him yell behind you, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you ran as fast as you could to the door of the apartment, not even bothering to grab your purse. You needed to run, to get away from him before he could lay his hands on you again.

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‘L-Levi?’, you were shaking, one hand carefully placed in between your thighs, ‘I-it’s me, Y/N’.

You tried to stay strong, to sound brave, but you knew the police officer across the room saw right through your act. After you managed to escape, you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was that you kept running on your bare feet, hoping you’d come across someone to ask for their phone, but the cold kept everyone inside. With nowhere else to go, you went to the police station, but you didn’t tell them what happened, or why you were running through the cold air of the night with no shoes on your feet. Of course, the officers looked strange at you and asked if you were alright, but you couldn’t tell them. Zeke would kill you if you did, or worse, he would go after the persons you cared about. So, you asked them if you could use a phone, and without thinking, you dialed the number of the only person you could trust, your friend, Levi.

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You carefully entered Levi’s apartment; arms crossed while your fingers were clutching onto his coat that he’d wrapped around you when he picked you up.

‘Are you okay? Here’, he removed his hand from your back before he walked into a room, probably his bedroom, and appeared again with some socks in his hands. ‘Your feet must be freezing’, Levi sat down on one knee before you, gently grabbing your ankle before putting on the socks. He didn’t leave time for you to protest, but the lump inside your throat made it impossible to talk anyway. ‘Tch’, you could feel Levi’s soft hands tighten around your ankle, his free digits softly stroking across the bruises on your leg. ‘Sorry’, you said softly, pulling your foot away. ‘I-I’ll fill up the tub, please make yourself comfortable. I’ll make you some tea in a minute’, Levi didn’t look at you, he just stood back up and disappeared into his bathroom.

You just stood there, frozen. You didn’t know what to do or what to say. It was obvious that Levi felt uncomfortable. Guilt was already washing over you, after all, it was your fault he felt this way.

‘Y/N? Are you alright? You haven’t moved’, Levi reappeared from the bathroom, a towel in his hand. ‘I’m sorry’, you whispered, ‘I shouldn’t have called you’. You let the coat slip from your shoulders before you made your way to the door. ‘Don’t go’, you could feel Levi’s hand on your bruised wrist, causing you to hiss in pain. ‘Fuck’, Levi widened his eyes, quickly removing his hand, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.. please Y/N, please, stay’, he said softly, ‘I know we haven’t seen each other in a long time, but it’s fine, I was never mad if that’s what you’re worried about’.

You didn’t respond. How could he be so gentle towards you when you’ve been ignoring his messages and calls for months now. He was one of your closest friends and you ignored him.

‘I-If I’d respond he’d hurt me’, your voice sounded tired, even raspy. ‘Who? The person who did this to you? Where’s Zeke? Aren’t you two together anymore?’, Levi desperately tried to figure out what happened. ‘Z-zeke did this’, you closed your eyes. It didn’t take long before tears were rolling down your cheeks. You never told anyone, but if you knew you would feel this relieved, you would’ve done it sooner. ‘W-what?’, you didn’t recognize Levi’s voice anymore, ‘Wh-what did you say?’, Levi placed his hand on your shoulder. The unexpected touch caused you to flinch. ‘Y/N?’, Levi widened his eyes when he saw your reaction. He slowly placed his hand on your shoulder again, turning you towards him.

You couldn’t look at Levi. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that you let someone treat you like this, ashamed that the corner of your lip was swollen, your eye bruised, unable to open properly. You felt ashamed Levi saw the bruise Zeke left on your leg when he decided to smack your phone on it when you called Levi a while ago.

‘Y/N?’, you could feel Levi placing his thumb under your chin, slowly lifting your head so that he could take in all the bruises and blood on your face. ‘I’m sorry’, you whimpered, ‘I’m so sorry’, you sobbed while looking at him.

Levi was a handsome, collected man. There usually wasn’t any form of emotion on his face, so seeing him look at you like this made you widen your eyes. He looked as if he was ready to kill someone, hate clouded his eyes, his thumb now softly shaking under your chin.

‘How long has this been going on Y/N?’, he didn’t blink, nor did he move a single muscle. ‘Ever since I moved in with him’, you said softly, ‘T-that’s why I didn’t reply to your messages.. I tried to call you, but before you could pick up the phone, Zeke had already taken it away from me’. ‘Why didn’t you leave? Why didn’t you come to me?’, Levi raised his voice, not with anger, but his words were laced with concern. ‘B-because he told me no one cares about me, that I’m just a burden to everyone’, you took a step back, a cold spot now on the place where Levi had his fingers. ‘Tch’, Levi closed his eyes, knowing he had to keep calm. He didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want you to be scared of him. ‘Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll get some new clothes for you tomorrow. For now, you can sleep in my shirt’, ‘N-no it’s fine, I’ll get my stuff tomor-‘, ‘Y/N, you’re not going back to that apartment, God knows what he’ll do to you’, Levi interrupted you, ‘The police will get your stuff along with him’. ‘No!’, you quickly blurted out, ‘He’ll kill me, o-or you if I go to the police’. ‘You know I’m a lawyer, right?’, you softly nodded in response, ‘Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll make sure he never leaves prison, I promise. Now let’s get you cleaned up’.

You could feel Levi placing his hand behind your back, guiding you to his bathroom. Levi lived in a luxurious apartment, which wasn’t surprising since he was one of the best – and so naturally, the most expensive – lawyers in town.

‘If there’s anything you need, please call me’, Levi said softly while turning off the tap. You nodded at him, which gave Levi the sign he could leave.

You walked past the mirror, slowly seating yourself on the edge of the tub so you could undress. You tried to look as little as possible at your own body, you didn’t want the memories of Zeke hurting you to pop up in your head.

You slowly got up after you slipped out of your skirt, walking towards the shirt Levi had placed next to the sink. You slowly let your digits run over the soft fabric, noticing how clean everything was. Without noticing, your gaze slowly moved towards the mirror.

‘W-why did I let this happen’, you whispered, trying to hold back tears while your digits were running over the bruises on your collarbone, slowly moving upwards your neck, seeing his fingers imprinted on the side of it. ‘What did I do wrong to deserve this’, your fingers now trailing over your bruised lip, a stinging sensation took over when you tried to wipe the blood away.

You couldn’t take it anymore. For the first time in a year, you could find the time to break down, to feel your emotions. All the fear, the hurt, the anger, you could feel it raining down on you.

‘Y/N? Are you okay?’, Levi softly knocked on the bathroom door once he heard your cries, your heavy breaths. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You could see all the memories flashing before your eyes, causing you to collapse on the floor, arms placed over your head to protect yourself.

‘Y/N?’, Levi’s knocks became louder, but by now your mind wasn’t in his apartment anymore. In your mind, you were lying on your bathroom floor, back in Zeke’s apartment. The white floor is stained with your blood, while you’re trying to stop the bleeding from your nose, pleading for him to stop.

By now Levi had told you he was going to enter, he had called your name over and over again, but you never responded. Once he entered, he could feel his heart breaking. You were on your hands and knees, only wearing your lingerie. It seemed like you were desperately trying to wipe something from the floor that wasn’t there, saying sorry over and over again.

‘Y/N?’, Levi slowly sat down next to you, carefully letting his hand rest on your back, ‘N-no! Stop please, don’t hurt me, please’. Levi widened his eyes when he saw you flinch, finally understanding what was wrong. ‘Kid, you’re here, with me. I would never hurt you, you know that’, he tried to sound as gentle as possible, slowly moving closer to you again.

Levi tried his best to keep his composure when he saw that your entire body was covered in cuts and bruises. Your stomach area and ribs must have been where he hit you the most, seeing as how there was almost no pink skin left anymore. In all his cases, he never saw anything like this. Levi had clients that went through hell, but compared to you, that was nothing. He could only imagine what you had to go through.

‘L-levi’, you widened your eyes, slowly realizing where you were again, ‘I-I’m so sorry’. You collected yourself, ashamed Levi saw you like this. ‘Don’t ever try to apologize again kid, you have every right to feel this way’.

You looked at him, feeling confused all of a sudden. You had lived so long under Zeke’s tyranny that you forgot there was kindness in people too.

You lowered your head, slowly crawling towards him. ‘Thank you’, you whispered before placing your arms around his neck, ‘Thank you so much, Levi’.

Levi widened his eyes, he’d never hugged you like this, so intimate. He knew you needed him, and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe. He carefully placed one arm around your naked back, slowly caressing the soft skin.

‘I’ll always be there for you kid, no matter what’.

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‘Here, you can sleep in my bed’, Levi said while placing a glass of water on his nightstand, ‘I’ll have to work in the morning, so I’ll be in my study if you wake up’. ‘Where will you be sleeping?’, you scratched your forearm awkwardly, ‘On the couch, so if there’s anything wrong, just call me’. ‘I don’t want you to give up your bed for me, I’ll sleep on the couch. I don’t want to be a bu-‘, ‘You’re not. If anything, I’m glad you’re here with me. I’ve missed you’, Levi replied quietly, a small smile on his face, ‘Goodnight kid’.

Before you could reply, Levi already closed the door of his bedroom. You slowly walked towards the bed. Levi’s sheets were softer than the ones Zeke used to have, probably more expensive too. You curled up underneath them, trying to repress the feeling of guilt.

‘Glad I’m here?’, you tucked at the sheets, pulling them over your head, ‘Someone's glad to see me?’.

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Levi couldn’t find any sleep that night. His mind unwillingly wandered off to all the possible ways Zeke had been hurting you.

‘Tch’, Levi gritted his teeth, turning on his side, ‘I want to kill that bastard for hurting her’.

You didn’t know Levi had a crush on you for so long, and when Levi noticed how happy you were with Zeke, realizing how he made you smile, he decided to repress his feelings. Levi knew that he could never make you smile like that, not when he had to put so much of his time into his work. He thought it would be best if he took a step back, if he allowed you to be happy with someone – whom he thought – would give you the world. If he only knew what kind of person Zeke was, if he’d only knew that piece of shit was going to treat you like this…

‘L-levi?’, your soft whimper barged through his thoughts. Levi immediately sat up straight, looking at you from his couch. ‘Is something wrong?’, he tilted his head, scanning your body language.

You were standing across the room, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. Levi couldn’t help but be mesmerized by your beauty. The way your hair brushed over his white shirt, the way the light fabric hovered over your breasts… God, he wished he didn’t feel like this, but he couldn’t help but feel a certain ache in his pants at the sight of you. You were so fragile, your aura so small and delicate. He wanted to pull your naked body against his, to feel every inch of you.

You closed your eyes, cheeks burning red. You’d been practicing this for hours now, how you were going to ask him, which words to use… but your mind had gone blank. ‘Y/N?’, he stood up from the couch, leaving his blanket behind. When you could see he was only wearing his boxers, your cheeks burnt even more. ‘Levi I… I can’t sleep’, ‘Do you want some tea?’, his voice sounded tired, his fingers resting on the back of his neck. You shook your head, looking down at the floor.

Guilt washed over you again. You were robbing him of his well-needed sleep. You quickly closed your eyes, lips pressed against each other.

‘C-could you sleep with me? Please? I feel so scared, and I need to smell your scent so that I know you’re here with me, that I’m not alone. I know you need to work in the morning, and I know that it may sound strange but, please Levi… I need to feel your warmth’, you hastily rambled, wondering if Levi even understood what you just said.

‘Huh?’, Levi tilted his head. He hadn’t slept in the same bed with a woman in so long, what did you even want him to do? You need to feel his ‘warmth’? What did that even mean? Did you want him to hug you? Or just to- ‘Tch’, Levi cut his thoughts off by forcing himself to look at you. There was a time when he couldn’t think of anything else. When he dreamt of holding you at night, and now you were asking him to.

‘I’m sorry, that was stupid’, you nervously chuckled, quickly turning around at his lack of response. ‘N-no, I’m coming, just give me a second to grab my shirt’, Levi turned his back towards you, eyes searching for the shirt he’d thrown somewhere on the ground. ‘Oh, don’t worry, you don’t need to put it on… I-I mean I don’t ca-‘, you let out a sigh, closing your eyes, ‘It doesn’t bother me if you’re not wearing a shirt. We’re two adults’, you forced a smile on your face.

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‘You’re comfortable?’, ‘Hm’, you hummed in agreement.

You were curled up, back towards your friend while trying to keep as much distance as possible. Levi was lying on his back, one hand placed behind his neck.

An awkward silence filled his bedroom. So, you decided it would be best to try to fall asleep as fast as possible, knowing Levi would probably do the same.

‘H-huh?’, your whole body tensed up when you could hear Levi sighing before turning towards you. You could feel him softly placing his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, ‘You’re shaking kid. Can I hold you like this?’.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt a touch this kind and caring. Without realizing it, your body had melted against him. You hadn’t felt this safe in so long. A quiet tear streamed down your cheek.

‘C-can you hold me a bit tighter?’, you quietly respond, words laced with embarrassment. ‘Like this?’, Levi pulled you even closer, your back now fully pressed against him.

You couldn’t see Levi smiling, just like you didn’t notice how he took in the scent of your hair. Levi wished this moment could last forever. He could die right here and now, and he would die happily holding you like this. He thought he successfully repressed his feelings for you, but hearing your breathing slow down under his touch, feeling your body melt into his… He’d never stopped loving you, you were like nicotine to him, so addicting.

---

‘L-levi?’, you slowly opened your eyes, still tired from everything that happened. ‘Oh right’, you let out a yawn, ‘He’s working’’.

You could see the sun shining on the white sheets, leaving a golden glow on them. It felt ages since you woke up this relaxed.

You slowly got out of bed, making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t go out like this’, you sighed at your black eye and swollen lip, splashing some cold water on your face before noticing a toothbrush laying on the sink, still in its package. You chuckled, ‘You really thought of everything, didn’t you?’.

You brushed your teeth before walking toward the kitchen. Now that you had the time to catch your breath and you knew you were safe, your stomach started working again. After months, you finally felt hungry.

‘Hm?’, you tilted your head, carefully picking up the note Levi had left on the table:

‘I’m getting you some clothes and sanitary stuff. Please make yourself at home. Breakfast’s in the fridge. I thought you once mentioned that a smoothie is your favorite breakfast, so I got you one. I’ll be back soon’.

You couldn’t understand why he went through all this trouble for you. You didn’t deserve this. You reluctantly walked towards the fridge, only to see your favorite smoothie; strawberry-mango with some chia seeds.

---

Some time passed and you were still living with Levi. You told him you were going to leave, that you’d find somewhere to stay, but he insisted you’d stay with him. You were happy he did. There was no place you’d rather be than by his side, especially during the night. He’d always let you curl up against him; always comforting you when you woke up from a nightmare;…

Levi went to the police station with you, where he remained by your side as your lawyer. He needed to convince you to tell your story, saying you needed to save others from the abuse you’d gone through. You found the courage to tell your story thanks to him, knowing he’ll be by your side once you saw Zeke in court. You knew Levi would offer you a kind smile during your testimony, giving you the courage to continue your story once the pictures of your wounds would be displayed to the judge and jury. Levi would guide you through it all, he would be the one who put Zeke behind bars, he promised.

Today, however, was the day you needed to go to court, when you would be forced to look into the dark eyes of your abuser once again. Levi knew you were nervous, so he did everything he could to show you he would be there for you through it all.

---

‘Can you please put evidence #67 on the screen?’, Levi looked at Zeke who was sitting at the front, noticing his eyes were directly looking at you.

God, Levi wanted nothing more than to kill that man. Even with all the evidence, even when he could see you sniffling behind the table next to Levi… he was still smirking. As if he was proud of what he’d done. Zeke was a sick man, that was certain, but the guts he had for smirking at you…

Levi closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. After all, this was good for the case, this would guarantee your victory. Not only Levi, but the judges too were able to see what a monster he was.

‘As you can see on the screen, Mr. Yeager decided it was a good idea to carve his name into Miss L/N her left thigh, to make sure she knew whom she belonged to’.

Levi paused for a second before looking at Zeke with a cold stare.

‘Is that right, Mr. Yeager?’, ‘Tch’, Zeke smirked while chuckling, ‘Objection, your honor, speculative’. ‘I’m sorry your honor, but I don’t think it’s speculative when his name is carved into her skin’. ‘Objection overruled’, Levi let out a small smile at the judge’s response. He knew he was going to win this case, no matter what, and that piece of shit made it even easy for him to win.

You were a smart woman, even though you didn’t think so, but it showed in all the pictures and text messages you’d collected and stored in your google drive account. As if you knew you were going to end up here, in court, with Levi by your side.

---

‘You better come home, now. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to punish you’.

Levi read the text message out loud, his stomach turning. ‘This was sent on March 23, at 17.16, am I right?’, Levi let one eye glide from his paper towards Zeke. ‘You read that so well, Mr. Ackerman’, he responded with a smirk. Levi cleared his throat, ‘At 17.19, only 3 minutes later, Mr. Yeager sent another text:

‘I’ve had it with you. Are you so dumb that you can’t even respond to a text, or is your boss his dick stuck in your throat? Fuck, you’re a little whore Y/N. Remember that when you get home, you’re getting what you deserve’.

‘That’s what you texted her, correct?’. Even though Levi had read the texts over and over again, they never failed to make him sick, his blood boiling from anger. ‘You’re so perceptive, Mr. Ackerman. What did she do to you that made you take her as a client? I mean, she hasn’t got the money… Did she open her pretty legs on your desk?’.

Levi widened his eyes at his recklessness. Was he really that stupid? Levi won the case now, that much was certain, but how could he say something like that? Even in court? Levi only imagined how his lawyer must’ve reacted, probably sighing at his client's remark. He heard the judge say something in response, but Levi couldn’t hear what she was saying. He could only look at that bastard and dream of how he pulled him over that stupid counter and beat the living shit out of him. Only when Levi heard your sobbing did he decide to shift his attention from Zeke to you.

You couldn’t help but cry, to feel humiliated at his remark. You hated this. You hated to be forced to relive every painful memory, but you knew Levi had won this case. Zeke just showed everyone what a cruel person he was.

---

‘I’m so glad he’s put behind bars’, you sighed in relief while placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, slowly taking off your heels.

During the entire drive towards his apartment, Levi didn’t speak. You thanked him multiple times, but he only forced a small smile on his face.

‘Me too’, Levi replied coldly, walking towards the kitchen, ‘Want some wine? Think a celebration is in order’. ‘I would love some’, you slowly got up, walking towards the kitchen.

Levi’s strong hands were opening the bottle. You could only imagine how they would feel entangled in yours while his raven hair brushed over your forehead, his hot breath hovering over your lips, you softly moaning underneath him.

Over the past few weeks, you tried to repress every inappropriate thought you had of your friend, but it had gotten impossible. Especially now, with his tie loose around his neck, a few buttons open of his white shirt, letting you take a peek at his toned chest; … Levi looked so good in a suit, or some grey sweatpants… Well, he looked good in anything.

‘Let’s go to dinner tonight, I want to take you somewhere nice’, Levi broke through your inappropriate thoughts, ‘Or…’, you smiled, ‘We can order some takeout? Maybe watch a movie?’.

Levi’s heart jumped with joy when he could see that spark in your eyes again. It had been so long since he saw you smiling at him like that.

‘Guessing you want sushi?’, Levi poured some wine into your glass, ‘Please’, you jokingly pouted before thanking him for the wine.

---

‘No, why would she do that?’, you sighed, ‘He’ll come for her, is she stupid?’, you yelled at the television. ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you looked at Levi.

Levi was looking at you, smiling. You never saw him like this.

‘W-what’s wrong?’, you crawled towards him. Levi was sitting on the other side of the couch, nonchalantly taking a sip from his wine.

You were sitting on your knees, wearing nothing else but a shirt from Levi, body turned towards his. Your cheeks were probably already red from the wine you’d been drinking, but you didn’t care.

‘You’re beautiful’, ‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes, your body froze. ‘You’re beautiful Y/N’, he softly repeated himself before placing his glass of wine on the table, letting his eyes linger on the red ring it caused. ‘You’re beautiful in every way. You’re a complex, fierce woman, but at the same time, you seem so fragile, so delicate… It makes me want to protect you, to put my arms around you and show you how beautiful the world can be. I want to take you out for expensive, luxurious dinners, you wearing a dress I bought for you; I want to see you smile at me every morning, your eyes still tired so that I can carry you out of bed into the shower; I want to kiss you every second of the day…’, Levi paused, his eyes now locked on the stain the red wine had left on your lips. ‘But most of all, I want to pull you even closer when we cuddle at night. I want to put my hand under your shirt and discover every part of your body. I want to rob you of your sleep every night. I would give everything I have to hear your soft moans underneath me’.

You just looked at him, heart beating out of your chest. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. You wanted to tell him how badly you wanted him to make you his and his alone.

Before you could reply, you could feel Levi’s finger softly wiping the red stain from your lower lip, his nose almost touching yours. ‘I want you Y/N. I’ve wanted you to be mine since the day we met’. You could feel his digits moving from your lips to your neck, stopping when he reached your collarbone. ‘I want to feel your naked skin against mine, I want everything of you’, he slowly tugged at the collar of your shirt, pulling it down, his thumb gently caressing your breast.

Your breathing got heavier, making you sound so desperate for more.

‘I want to treat you right, to touch you right’, he stopped looking at the soft skin of your breast, eyes now locked on yours, ‘I’ve been talking a long time about what I want though, what do you want?’. ‘T-this’, you replied shyly before crashing your lips against his.

The kiss felt clumsy at first, probably because you made such an unexpected move, but Levi chuckled, gently wrapping his hand around your neck.

‘This? Got to be more specific’, he teased while taking control of the kiss, forcing you to open your mouth more. Levi wanted to taste you. He wanted to taste the red wine you’d drank, he wanted to taste the lipstick you’d reapplied when you entered the apartment, he wanted to feel the soft skin of your lips against his tongue. ‘I-I want you’, you whimpered in between kisses, trying not to melt completely under his touch. ‘You’ve got me for the rest of your life’, Levi replied, softly tightening his hand around your neck, allowing his free hand to roam underneath the shirt you were wearing.

He didn’t want to be rough with you. He didn’t want you to feel scared or threatened, but the way you moaned when he tightened his grip made clear you wanted to be touched like this.

‘I’ll ask you again’, he parted his lips from yours, softly stroking your cheek with the back of his index finger, the other hand now cupping your breast, ‘Tell me what you want kid’. ‘I-I want you to ruin me’, you said softly, voice shaking. ‘Ruin you?’, Levi chucked at your shy response, ‘Don’t play dumb!’, you frowned while placing your tiny hands on his chest, ‘I want you to fuck me, okay? Want you to claim me, mark me,… I want you to make me yours’, you said while looking at his chest, cheeks burning red.

Levi stopped his movements before standing up from the couch.

‘You trust me?’, he held out his hand for you to grab, ‘You know I would never hurt you in any way?’, his voice sounded serious all of a sudden. ‘O-of course’, you replied while slowly placing your hand in his. ‘You trust me enough to be mine for the rest of our life? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing’, Levi lowered his eyes, a sad smile appeared on his face, ‘I want to spoil you for the rest of my life, I want to see you waiting for me when I get home from work, want to see the world with you, grow old together. I want the whole package’, he smirked at you. ‘I already said yes’, you replied with a smile, softly pinching his hand. ‘Okay princess’, Levi replied before picking you up from the couch, and carrying you into his bedroom. ‘This night’s all about you’, he placed a kiss on your cheek before laying you down on the bed.

You could see Levi pulling off his shirt, a sight you’d seen so many times now, but it never failed to mesmerize you.

Levi crawled onto the bed, his lips hovering over you, ‘I’ll make you feel good, I promise’, he whispered before placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sometimes pausing to softly bite into your soft skin, leaving marks behind. ‘L-levi’, you softly moaned his name, hands desperately tugging in his hair. ‘Don’t worry princess, I’ll give you more’, his hands swiftly pulled up your shirt. You could feel your nipples harden when they were exposed to the cold air of his bedroom. ‘Fuck’, Levi widened his eyes, a smile on his face, ‘You’re fucking perfect, even prettier than I imagined’, he cupped your breasts before placing sloppy kisses on them, leaving a trail of his saliva behind. ‘M-more’, you whimpered, nails now digging into his shoulders, ‘So impatient’, he hummed before placing his knees in between your legs, forcing them open. ‘We have the entire night Y/N, I’m going to take my time before I’ll have you calling out my name’. ‘L-levi?’, you asked, barely whispering. ‘Hm? Is something wrong? Want me to stop?’, he quickly stopped touching you, cupping your cheeks instead. You could see the worry in his eyes, afraid he’d crossed a line. You smiled, eyes scanning his face before you softly cupped his cheeks, ‘I love you, Levi’.

Levi widened his eyes. He’d never told someone he loved them before, but he loved you. He loved you more than anything.

‘I love you too, always have’, he lowered his eyes, knowing he let his guard down for the first time in his life. You pulled him in for a soft kiss, ‘Don’t worry Levi, I’m yours’.

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iiraven · 4 years ago

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Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride for teaching me how to write about pee!

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god.

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began.

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even.

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear.

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close.

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine.

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you.

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies.

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yuedama · 4 years ago

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clothes that make them wanna fuck u

aka what you should wear to make them horny. that's it.

aot hcs ; gn!reader

characters : eren, armin, reiner, zeke, yelena, pieck

notes : my eyes are closing as i proofread this. pls forgive me for this is nothing but crack and whoreknee thoughts

eren

his shirt — the moment he sees you prancing around the house wearing his shirt, oh you're gonna have it. the fact that you were wearing his shirt was one thing, but to have nothing underneath? he'd grab your hand and push you against the nearest mirror, making sure you see yourself as he wastes no time pounding himself into you, greedily claiming you and marking your walls. the sight of you in his clothes makes him rlly possessive and, dare i say, feral. it just fuels his ego so much to have you walking around with something of his.

armin

thigh highs — ahh, armin. poor armin. could hardly contain the indecent thoughts flooding his mind as you sit innocently in front of him, legs crossed, giving the blond a perfect display of your legs. he'd feel so guilty for thinking about just slamming you onto the table and fucking you dumb, all with those stupid thigh highs on. you yourself hadn't expected him to get so turned on by the black lace adorning your thighs, but you were more than happy to have him stain the article of clothing.

reiner

mini sundress — he adores how the fabric sways in the wind with each move you make. you'll be in the middle of a perfectly wholesome picnic date (which consists of him stealing glances at you and gulping from time to time) when he looks down and goes. oh shit. he'd be quite embarrassed cos he thinks it's not the time to be getting hard but you reassure him it's fine. then you go fucking behind a bush or something.

zeke

bodycon dress — dirty old man. won't be able to get his hands off you the moment he sees you. like,,, just shamelessly gropes you and feels you up. not his fault tho because the way the fabric hugs your body really just makes his mouth water. would also constantly slap you in the ass just to watch it jiggle.

yelena

miniskirt — now, i'm not saying it's easy to break the composure of this woman, but if you want the fastest way to do it, it's by wearing a miniskirt. wouldn't be able to wait to have you on all fours with your ass up in her face, screaming her name as she pleasures you over and over again 'til your pretty lil skirt is all soiled. if you happen to be wearing a pink skirt, she'd try her best to turn your ass cheeks the same color. bonus if you're wearing knee socks

pieck

fishnets — she just thinks it's so sexy. wouldn't stop showering you with compliments about how fucking ravishing you looked. another one who's the type to openly tease you, running her fingers over your skin every chance she gets 'til the two of you finally get a room for yourselves.

#aot x reader #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #reiner braun x reader #zeke yeager x reader #yelena x reader #pieck finger x reader #snk.%!

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eremiie · 4 years ago

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speaking about dreams... how would the aot characters react if they woke up from you having a terrible nightmare??🤭

aot characters reacting to you waking up from a nightmare;

eren wakes up panicked as fuck and will immediately start shushing you and calming you down, 10/10 will stay up to let you tell him about your dream and until you fall back asleep but this mf might fall asleep before you. also wraps you in his arms<3

levi was probably already awake but he has nightmares of his own so he knows how it feels. he sits up and takes your head and lays it in his lap, petting your head and caressing your cheek while you tell him about it if you must. it’s very comforting but it might resurface his own memories of nightmares.

jean wakes up also very panicked, asks you if you want to get up for anything, 4/10 might get you a glass of water or something, like he might, comes back let’s you tell him about it while snuggling you. might watch some tv with you to distract you or something.

armin wakes up a little frenzied, immediately understands and goes to get you some water, turns on the light and sits with you while holding your hand while listening to you tell about your dream intently. reassures you and brings you completely back to reality, staying up with you and distracting you until you’re ready to fall back asleep.

connie probably wakes up, thinks he was dreaming and goes back to sleep— okay but on a real note when he wakes up he’s not that startled actually, he asks you what’s wrong and then he asks if you want to go out to drive around or get something to eat just to get your mind off of it.

reiner, it startles him the most since he has frequent nightmares. he comforts you, pulls you into his arm and just caresses you until you fall back asleep. he won’t ask you to tell him but if you want to he’s all ears. it saddens him to see you having nightmares as well :(

porco wakes up but less panicked and more irritated, not at you but just because he woke up out of his sleep, it’s not your fault though; when he figures out you’re having a nightmare he’ll also pull you beside him and be like “so tell me about it >:\,” (he looks upset but i promise he’s not, he just has a rbf😔) and rubs your shoulder then tells you that you’re okay so go back to sleep, he’s here!!

colt jolts up and immediately also starts trying to calm you down, he asks you what you want and that you’re fine, you’re alive here with him, not in your dream!!! he’ll take you to like the kitchen to sit down or the living room to tell him about the dream just to get a change of environment, cuddles you back to sleep :)

zeke isn’t even startled when he wakes up, asks you what’s wrong, that you’ll be alright, and that the dream wasn’t real so there’s no point in stressing over it. pulls you close to him till you fall back asleep. he puts you in that position where he’s spooning you and his chin rests on your head.

sasha wakes up and almost falls off the bed. she feels bad for you and asks if you want to go get something to eat to distract you, will have you cuddle her until you fall asleep, she’ll snuggle up against you and be like “it’s fine i’m here :)”

mikasa doesn’t get scared or anything when she wakes up, she asks you what’s wrong, ask you if you want her to cuddle you, tells you you’ll be fine and probably tucks the blankets around you, maybe gets you some water, adjusts your pillow and strokes your hair a little bit before turning back around after making sure you’re okay.

historia jolts up and audibly goes “oh, you scared me!” she asks what’s wrong and if you want to tell her about your dream. she rubs your knuckles while you do and tell her that when you wake up you guys can do something fun if it’s still bothering you. lays next to you and holds your hand till you’re asleep.

pieck doesn’t get scared, she rolls over and drapes her arms around you, no questions asked, holds you there while snuggling into your neck until you fall back asleep. maybe the next day she’ll ask you what was up, but she just had the intuition you had a nightmare and doesn’t feel the need to know details.

hange gets so scared she scares you, she’ll ask if you’re okay obviously, when you tell her it was a nightmare she gives you a big hug and gives you some type of scientific reason of why we get nightmares and that probably turns into a little midnight rant that has you falling right back asleep. when she realizes you fell asleep she goes “oh? i guess all my talking tired her out.” and falls right back asleep next to you.

hitch wakes up also frenzied and she’s like “omg bitch you scared me???” while clutching her heart. then she noticed your panicked and asked what happened, she’ll lay back down and then ask you if you want to hear about her terrible exes to distract you, or if you want a hug. she’ll listen if you want to tell her also.

yelena turns over to see you just had a nightmare, she probably realizes you did and asks you if she’s right, she’ll ask you to tell her about it and listens intently even though she turned back over, if you ask she’ll cuddle you!

#eren x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #eren jaeger #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #levi ackerman aot #levi x reader #connie x reader #zeke x reader #armin x reader

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my-mt-heart · 3 years ago

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My inbox is giving me whiplash right now, so I’m just going to drop a couple thoughts here and hopefully they’ll suffice.

The new picture of Carol and Zeke just reinforces what we already know, which is that they have some shit to work out before they can make peace with their failed marriage. To me, that presents a great opportunity for them to get into some of the weeds of why their marriage failed. Maybe it goes a little deeper than Henry. Also, I am all for Carol supporting him through his cancer treatment, especially if it helps shut down this notion some people have of her being a selfish, cold-hearted bitch. Enough of that bullshit, am I right?

Lynn Collin’s interview also implies what I think most of us were heavily speculating, does it not? That Leah’s going to end up on her own again for a while? Apparently some of us are worried that means she’ll be redeemed by the end, but her last quote “there’s nothing more terrifying than a woman who has nothing to lose” makes me think they’re only ramping her up further as a villain. There’s no way Maggie forgives Leah for everything, and there’s no way Leah forgives Maggie for what’s supposedly going to go down in 11x09. It’s only a matter of time before Daryl comes around on that too. She can’t be saved. As for Lynn excluding Melissa, I agree that’s annoying but 1) she’s not the only one at fault. In case you haven’t noticed, Maggie and Daryl are being branded as the show’s stars 2) she probably just worked more closely with Lauren and Norman 3) why are we putting so much stock into what she says anyway? It just feels like a waste of energy at this point. We know she’s not a threat to our ship. We know she’s just there to help other characters wrap up their storylines. We know we have a lot to look forward to, so let’s not get bogged down by things that frankly don’t carry that much weight.

Drama and conflict are a natural part of any TV show let alone a show with the ZA as a backdrop. There’s always going to be twists and turns, but that doesn’t mean we won’t get what we want eventually. Caryl is indeed coming, friends. We’re almost over the hump.

And that concludes our session for today. Same time next week?

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl is endgame #twd #twd spoilers #twd speculation #twd season 11

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feralaot · 4 years ago

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

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bluebellhairpin · 5 years ago

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Favours - Part Two

Mafia AU!Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader

Part One // Part Three

A/N: Thanks guys, now look what you did. - Nemo

Summary: You meet with the head of the Ackerman family. An agreement is struck, and a plan formed - even if it wasn’t the one he had originally planned.

Warning(s): Language. Mentions of dismemberment.

Listening to: ‘Looking at Me’ by Sabrina Carpenter (slowed) - ‘Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath.’

Masterlist

You’d seen this many men in one place before. Back at your first family meeting. You didn’t like it then. You definitely didn’t like it now.

Even though there were only five other people at the table - the fact they were all men didn’t sit well with you.

As soon as you sat down, one of the blond’s at Levi’s side introduced you to everyone. He was Erwin Smith, and the one opposite him was Furlan Church. Then closest to you on either said was Miche Zacharias and Mobilt Berner.

You did like learning people names, but you hated the formalities.

“Erwin I appreciate the introductions, but we all know I’m not here for a meet-and-greet.”

Levi quirked an eye up at you from across the room.

“Well you are right.” Erwin said, leaning back in his seat and cast a glance at Levi. “So I suppose beating around the bush with formalities isn’t on the table anymore.”

Erwin raised his hand at Moblit, who then slid a piece of paper in front of you. You cast your eyes down to the card-like paper. The most noticeable thing was the coat of arms at the top, embedded into the paper with gold, and then two lines at the bottom - perfect for signatures. You didn’t need to read anything more to know it was meant as a signed deal.

You clicked your tongue, pressing the paper a little ways in front of you before looking up straight at Levi.

“Do you normally have your people talk for you?” you asked, gesturing to the others at the table as you shifted in your seat to cross your legs. “Or do I make you so nervous that your balls tighten and make your voice too squeaky to actually speak for yourself?”

Hange snickered beside you, covering it with a hand and some coughs. You, however, didn’t hide your coy smile as his eyes narrowed at you.

He leaned forward in his chair, and crossed his arms on the table.

“It’s either you had no backbone at all, or the strongest I’ll ever come across in my entire life.” he said, “You should’ve known even before you came in that you’ve barely gained enough recognition to be in the same room as me, let alone hear me speak.”

“You asked for me, not the other way around.” You quipped, smile quickly fading and your tone turned serious. “Don’t act like I was groveling at your feet like some dog to be here, because we both know I wasn’t.”

A few long moments passed, and neither you nor Levi even blinked to break the glares you were holding. He leaned back again.

“Care to take a walk, (y/n)?”

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“You’re smart, and quick,” he said, “Which is probably why you’ve grown so quickly.”

You’d both taken to the rooftop, leaning against one of the hand rails and sunglasses on. It seemed too casual, especially since everyone else was left either inside or in the patio that you both came from. Apparently Levi needed absolute privacy from all ears for this conversation.

“You’ve gotten the invitation too?” He asked.

“From Jaeger?” You said, and he nodded. “Yes I have.” You looked up at the skyline. It sure did have a nice view up here.

“I’ve hear it’s more for a meeting than a dinner. Rod Reiss is going to be there too. Apparently Zeke want’s to make a deal with all four of our families.” He shifted, now leaning his side on the rail rather than his back. “I want us to come to an agreement.”

“Why? What’s in it for you?” you asked. “And what’s in it for me?”

“Well,” he sighed, “If Jaeger wants to do something you, or I, don’t like, then we back each other up. If I wanna go one way, you go that way. If you wanna go one way, I go that way too.”

You turned to face him.

“What if I like what Jaeger wants to do, and you don’t?” you said. “What if he’s already come to me and told me what he wants and I already want it too?”

Zeke Jaeger had not done that.

“He hasn’t.” Levi said, crossing his arms. “But if that did happen, then I suppose I’d have no choice but to follow anyway. It’s what the deal says we’d do, so I’d do it.”

“Loyal are we Ackerman? Better not make it a fault of yours.”

“That mouth of yours better not be a fault either. People will have your tongue if you keep wagging it around like that.” He warned.

There were people out there who did that. Dismemberment. You’d never been on the receiving end of any such threat or treatment. Your father, however, had. He had a box delivered once, back when you were around eighteen years old. Inside was four fingers and a thumb.

“They’d have to get past them to do that.” you said, pointing over to Hange, Nanaba, and Mikasa. “And then they’d have to keep me still long enough to do it.” You smiled over at him. He shook his head - in disbelief or dismissal, you didn’t know.

“So, verdict?” he asked, the subject now back on track. “Deal or not?”

“How long is the contract for?”

“Six months,” he said, “Then it can be extended, or we can do away with it completely and act like we never had it to begin with.” You rubbed under your nose.

“How about this.” you offered, “The meeting with Zeke Jaeger will be a trial of sorts. We see how it goes for both our sides to make sure we like the deal and then make it official.”

He licked his lips, looking out at the other buildings and the slightly clouded sky as he thought. He turned back to you, shaded eyes flashing at you, and held out his hand.

“Fair.” He said, and you slipped your hand in his, shaking it.

“Fair. Business with you is a joy, Levi.” You said. “I have yet to know why people fear you so much.” You joked, leaning forward slightly. He rolled his eyes, turning you both back to walk back toward the patio.

“Wait long enough and I’m sure you’ll find out. Jean!” He barked, stepping up into the outdoor area and flicking off his sunglasses. “Call Miss. Shiv’s cars back around to the front.”

“Yessir.” Jean said, scurrying away from where he loitered at Mikasa’s side to disappear around a corner.

“Came to an agreement, I hope.” Erwin said, his mouth hovering against a crystal rocks glass as he smiled at you both.

“Of sorts.” you said, eyeing the blond and his almost twin as you parted from Levi’s side to join your girls. “Although not the agreement you hoped for, I think.”

Erwin looked at you, eyes glinting, and took a large swig from his glass before setting it down and casting a glance at Levi.

“Better than none, I suppose.” he said, pushing a glass over at Levi. “You’re not staying?”

“No, sorry.” you said, turning away from Nanaba to face Erwin properly. “Can’t have Jean running around for nothing, can we?” You flicked your collar, smiling at them. Erwin made a ‘sure’ face, while you caught Levi quirking his lips in a smile.

“Here we were thinking you had somewhere else to be.” Erwin’s almost-twin, Miche, said. Speaking for the first time. Pity it wasn’t worth much.

“Well I do have somewhere else to be - not here.”

With that you left, Hange shook her head at your antics as she and the other followed, finally leaving all the men behind.

“She sure is something.” Furlan said, sitting himself down on a couch across from where Erwin and Levi stood.

“She’s trouble.” Miche added.

“She’s powerful,” Erwin said, “We can use her and her smarts.”

“She’s an ally.” Levi said, tone a matter of finality. “Now we’ll treat her as such.”

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“So, you and Boss Man had a nice talk, huh?” Hange said, now comfortably sprawled in the backseat of your car.

“He was definitely pleasant company, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“So it went well then?” Sasha asked, looked back at you both briefly through the rear-view mirror.

“Well enough that you can go through that McDonalds drive through.” You said, pointing to the golden arches just to your left.

“Oh, really!” You laughed and nodded.

“Sure. I’m paying.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman one shot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan one shot #mafia au #favours

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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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I know is super corny but a levihan cliche teenage movie au

It could be the typical story about Levi dating Hange cause a bet but ends falling for her or maybe they're childhood friends and he's always been in love with her but she doesn't seem to notice and she has a crush in the popular guy (aka Zeke) but at the end choose Levi or maybe she's trying to be cupid and setting Levi with another girl but they fall in love

Idk do your magic, queen 💕

ohhhhh, i know! hange and levi are best friends since childhood. they're also high school students and the prom is approaching. but! hange can't go, because her family planned a trip or something like that. and since she can't participate and she knows that levi will feel a little bit uncomfortable without her, she's dead set on making sure that this prom will be so good for him, it will one of the best moments in levi's life. the first and main goal, of course, is finding a date for him. levi adamantly refuses this idea - he can just tag along with erwin and his date. he knows he'd an awkward third-wheel but it's better than go with some other student he barely knows. also, he doesn't want to go with anyone else, because the only person he wants to be his date is hange. hange is determined, though, and she finds out all the girls that are still uninvited and tries to set them up with levi. and these girls are..... nice, but they're not hange so levi doesn't like any of them. the day of prom is approaching and hange starts to get desperate, because she is going to leave soon and levi still doesn't have a date. since levi is so stubborn, she picks the girl herself, the one that she thinks is levi's type and invites her to the prom on levi's behalf. when levi finds out, he gets angry and he and hange have a fight. of course, it happens under the rain, because it's cheesy teenage movie, and, of course, right in the middle of their screaming match, after hange explains thst she wanted the best for levi, he shouts that "if you wanted to make me happy, you wouldn't have left!". and while hange processes, levi realizes what a jerk he is, after all, it's not hange's fault that she's leaving so he quietly apologises and leaves her alone. hange goes on her trip the next day, so they don't have a chance to talk again. levi goes to that girl hange asked out, explains to her everything and apologizes because he won't go to the prom with her. levi wants to skip the prom altogether because he's in a really shitty mood, but erwin convinces him to come, saying that he'll regret it more if he doesn't come at all. on the day of a prom, levi gets ready and his mood becomes even more miserable than before. he puts on his suit and remembers that hange was the one who picked it up for him. he styles his hair and remembers that hange once told him that he looked really handsome with his hair slicked back. he arrives to the prom and sulks in the corner. the song comes on, one of hange's favorite and suddenly??? levi's phone starts to ring, he thinks it's his mother so he leaves the ballroom so he could answer. it's not his mom who's calling though! it's a video call from hange, and when levi accepts it, he sees hange sitting in a nice suit and with her down. she grins at him and explains that she's really sorry for not being there with him, but they can pretend that they're together. and it's ridiculous but levi is smiling because hange isn't mad at him and he's really happy to see her. it sucks that he can't actually dance with her, but it's better than nothing, and, besides, they can dance all they want when hange comes back. he doesn't want to go back inside, though, so levi sits down on a pavement and spends the rest if the evening, chatting with hange. before hange ends the call, he thanks her. hange asks what the thanks were for, and levi answers with "for making this prom one of the best moments of my life"

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soaronmywings · 5 years ago

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Self Sabotage (EZ x Reader)

2. Can I ask for an angsty to cuteness fic please? "Please don't leave me. I'm a work in progress but I'm trying" and "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always''. Aka, the S/O has had past emotional abuse so, although she can be quite confident/happy/loud, she feels like she has to apologise, if something goes wrong/he's angry, she feels like it's her fault. Basically, can I get Ez with a praise and touch starved reader who is doubtful she is actually loved. Layer the angst >:D xox

A/N: So, I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted but I think it’s pretty okay. @ly--canthrope

Warnings: Abuse, miscarriage, verbal abuse, mild angst, lots of fluff. (I’m really bad at writing warnings)

Self sabotage. That’s the only thing you knew how to do. Whenever anything nice came your way, you’d ruin it. Being told by your parents how you’re just a mistake, how they should’ve aborted, before kicking you out on your ass at the ripe age of 15. So, when a handsome man took you in after a few years of couch-surfing or being on the streets, you didn’t think twice. The deadly heat, the dehydration, the damn near starving to death, it all got to you.

He didn’t start out too bad. Jake helped you get through some college, he helped find you a job, he brought you back. When the snide comments started coming your way, you didn’t even flinch. After years of being told how you would be nothing, how you are nothing, made it damn near impossible to know what a healthy relationship looked like. Jake played off every remark he made as a joke in the beginning, gaslighting the fuck out of you. ‘You know I didn’t mean that. Why are you trying to make me the bad guy?’.

When he raised a hand to you, you barely even flinched. ‘I deserve this’ you would tell yourself. Black eyes, broken ribs, dislocated shoulders, you name it, he put you through it. You built up your walls though. You began to not internalize anything that was said to you.

You never told anyone what exactly was the breaking point, what allowed you to realize that what was happening wasn’t normal. You were 11 weeks pregnant. Jake just got home after work, and oh boy were you excited to see him and tell him. But you forgot to pull out a beer for him, and you were late to starting dinner.

He brought his cold hand up and strikes your cheek, sending you down to the ground. ‘Stupid bitch’ he muttered and then he lifted his foot up and smashed his steel-toe boot right in your stomach. He repeated this a couple times before he had enough. ‘I’m going out with the boys. Clean this shit up.’ He pointed at the blood now stained on the carpet from you coughing up blood.

“Y/N, trust me it literally isn’t what it looks like-” Ezekiel paused and raked his hand over his face after he realized just how cliche that was. “What it looked like is you had your arm wrapped around another girl EZ. Am I just making that up?” You continued stomping towards your car in frustration. He let out a frustrated groan as he chased after you. “That girl in there? Yeah that was Bishop’s girl! I was just helping her since she’s seven months pregnant!” You didn’t register anything he said, tossing your purse into the passenger seat of your car.

If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. You always were trying to find something, some reason to leave him. Ezekiel was getting frustrated as hell with it. Not because you would bring the shit up, but how you thought he didn’t love you. It breaks his heart to think about how something so awful had happened to you, to where now you don’t even love yourself or believe that you should be loved.

“Hey hey-” Ezekiel took you into his arms and forced you to stay engulfed in his strong arms. “I’m here. Okay? I’ve got you. No matter how much you push me away, I’m comin’ back twice as hard, got it?” You didn’t respond, just tensed up under his touch. “I’m not letting you go until you say you understand. C’mon querida.” His hand gently sweeped up and down your back.

“Mmhmm.” You mumbled into his leather kutte. EZ allowed you to pull back slightly, and pushed your head up to look at him. “I didn’t hear you.” “I understand..” Your tiny, squeaky voice barely came out.

“Huh?” He put his hand behind his ear and dramatically squinted his eyes. “I didn’t hear you Y/N. Say it again.” You bit the inside of your cheek and looked into his muddy-brown eyes. “I understand EZ. I’m so-” He stopped you before you could finish that sentence with his finger on your lips.

“And no more of that. You have nothing to apologize for.” “I’m s- Shit- Please just. Please don’t leave me Zeke. I know I’m a pain but please. I’m trying. I’m working on it. I’m so-” He stopped you again but this time with his lips on yours. His plump lips pressed so perfectly into yours, like they were made for each other.

“What did I say about that querida? Hm?” You rolled your eyes at his comment. “And for sure, no more of that, got it?” He playfully smacked and squeezed your ass. “Leave that spicy attitude at the door.” He ducked his head down for another kiss, pulling you close by your hips.

#ez x reader #ezekiel reyes #EZ #ezekiel reyes x reader #mayans mc #mayans #mayans mc imagine

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unloved-cadillac · 5 years ago

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Leather Jackets and Glasses: CHAPTER FOUR

This is a pretty long chapter. Probably the longest one in the series. Enjoy.

“Where have you been?”

My father asks me as I step out of the car.

“Somewhere.” I reply as I walk into the house passed him. I wasn’t in the mood for his arguing. I had been thinking of something on my way home, but I didn’t feel like asking him now. “Listen here.”, he grabs my upper arm, “I will NOT tolerate you coming here at this hour. Do you know how dangerous it is out there? And you had not one of your friends with you.” “Ugh dad, I’m not in the mood right now. Plus its not even that late, why are you making such a big deal outta this?”, I ask him. “Because...”, he sighs and lets go of my arm. I’m shocked right now. Why is he so worked up for me coming in at 7pm? “Come into my office. There’s something we need to discuss.”

I nod and follow him to the office. We enter and see Mike with a couple of guys talking. “Everyone but Mike leave.”, my father orders them. They men leave, leaving me with my father and his right hand. “Dad what’s going on?” I ask him. He rests his head in his hands and I look to Mike. He has his head down too.

“Zeke found us.”

My eyes widen at those words. Zeke? Here? “How? We left no trace.” “I don’t know either. I wiped everything from the computors and burned the place down. But right now, Y/n, he might send someone after you. I can’t risk you going to school. You’re gonna stay here under my supervision at all times.”, he tells me sternly. “WHAT? Dad, no. I can’t do that. I have stuff to do at school. I got finals coming up and prom. I can protect myself. I have Mikasa too, the strongest out of all of us.” I say. “I dont care. you’re staying here.” I start to panic. No, I won’t let him do this. “Dad, dont let him have the winning card here. If he sees me at school, he will think that you have your guard down when actually you keep on eye on us.. This might make it easier for you in finding him. He would be exposed. You guys can keep an eye on the school too. Dad, he is going to need time. he is not going to take me so quickly.” I plead with him. “Please dad. Its my last year. Dont let him take this away from me too.”When I said that my dad lifted his head up. He knew what I was talking about. Mike watches us, quietly. He hadn’t said a word to us. But he knew better than to interrupt us. My dad sighs and wakes up and walks towards me.“I’m gonna have eyes on you at all times. Dont you dare try anything funny. Keep your knuckleduster with you and the emergency phone. I’m not losing you too.”He quickly pulls me into a hug which i return. “Dont worry. I won’t let him.” We pull apart and my dad tells Mike to escort me to my room. Mike and I walk up the stairs when I start speaking.

-You seem quiet.

-I’m thinking.

-Hmm. I wonder how he found out, Mike.

-Are you scared?

-Hell no. That bastard can come at me with all his got and i will fuck him up. The only advantage he has is his size. He’s fucking 6 ft .

We walk to me room and i open my door to see Mikasa sitting on my bed. “Kasa!” I hug her. “Hey, Y/n.” “What are you doing here?” “Your dad told me to stay here for you . Also you left school early so I-“

Iquickly close her mouth with my hand. I look at Mike and he makes a zipper motion with his finger on his mouth and closes the door. “Where were you?” She asks when I remove my hand. “I was at Levi’s.” I say with a smile. Mikasa’s widen her eyes in shock. “No way. You finally did it, good job.” “Shut up. He invited me to dinner and...asked me to prom.”Mikasa does something I never thought she would EVER do: squeal. “Oh my god! Really?? Whoa!!” She says excited. I smile and sigh. “You heard about Zeke I presume?”, I ask her as I make the air bed for her. She nods. “I have no idea how he found us. Dad said he wiped and burned everything. It just..doesn’t make sense.”, I say confused. “Unless..”, Mikasa starts to say as she helps with the blanket.

“There’s a traitor.” She tells me. I pick my head and look at her. “You think so? But who in their right head would betray The Scouts?”, I ask her. Mikasa shakes her shoulders. “Dunno. Just a theory. But I’m gonna stick with that theory.”We stayed up all night talking about the future with each other and..boys. “So Jean seems pretty handsome lately,huh?” I ask her slyly as I watch her tense up. “With his long hair and growing beard.” I scratch my chin and raise my eyebrows at her. She drinks her Cola but she’s blushing. “I KNEW IT! You like him back, huh?” “No that’s not it. You described him like he was so hot I couldn’t help it.” She makes a pathetic excuse. “Oh please. Anyway would be fooled by your stoicness, but I can see that you’re blushing.”, I say which makes her choke on her drink. Have a taste of your own medicine. “Ok enough about me. Tell me about Levi.” “What’s there to say? He’s a guy. He’s cute. And I’m going to prom with him.” “Yeah. But there’s more to it. I know there is.Because you said that you weren’t gonna be involved with anyone this year. Just admit it already. You like him.” “I won’t until you admit you like Jean.”She blushes. And looks down.

-Touché

We laugh and we got ready for bed. Mikasa was out in about a minute while I laid down and thought about Levi. But my thoughts of him were quickly thrown out the window when I suddenly thought of Zeke. That son of a bitch. The things he did. He kidnapped me twice and if it weren’t for my dad stepping in, I swear I would’ve been dead or raped. I need to be careful tomorrow. I’ll tell Mikasa to keep on eye on everyone. Shit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tuesday.

Mikasa and I made our way to school. But before we could go we stopped by Marco’s. “Hey bro”, I greet him happily. He smiles back at me. “Hey Y/n. Hi Mikasa.” She nods at him. “Came for breakfast?”, he asks me as he goes to ready the coffee machine. “Haha no. Just four cups of coffe to go please.” I tell him the order. He nods and Mikasa and I make our way to one of the tables to wait. We play with our phones when I hear the bell ring on the door to the cafe ring. I look up and I smile. Levi. “Good morning Levi. The usual?” “Yeah. Thanks.” He says and pays for his drink. As he turns around he catches my eye. I smile and wave at him. He waves back and comes towards our table. “Hey Y/n.” He greets me and Mikasa suddenly looks up. “Oh hey to you too Mikasa.” “Oh it’s just you. Hey Levi.” She replies to him and she returns to her game.

“Morning Levi. Wanna join us?”, I ask him. “Uh sure. Thanks.” He pulls out a chair and sits next to me. “Thanks for dinner last night. It was great.” I tell him. He smiles. “You’re welcome anytime, Y/n.” He looks at me. I’m taken back with his sincerity. He really got me whipped, huh? We stare at each other for a while when Marco comes with our drinks. “A black tea for Levi and four cups of coffee for the ladies.” He places the drinks down. “Alright, kiddos. Get to school now.”Marco tells us. “Chasing me out already, bro?”, I playfully ask him. “Oh wait. Yeah let me leave before your mother makes a big deal about me being here again.”My smile starts to turn into a frown and so does Marco’s. “Y/n. She has been asking about you.” “Yeah well I don’t care anymore. See you bro. Thanks for the coffee.” The three of us start to leave when Levi grabs my upper arm.

“Hey, uhm. Do you want to, perhaps, ride with me to school?”, he asks me. I smile and look at Mikasa. “Go. I’ll give the idiots their coffee. See you two at school.”

She says and takes the coffee from my hands. I turn to Levi and we make our way to his car. I jump into the passenger seat and Levi jumps into the drivers seat. He takes a sip of his tea and puts it into his cup holder.

“Wow. Car’s really nice.” I compliment him. “Thanks. I hardly use it since Farlan usually takes us everywhere.” “Why is he not here?” “Isabel picked him up. So I was forced to use this car. I’m glad I got to though.” “Why?”, I ask him as I sip my coffee.

“You.”

He answers simply and starts to drive. I smile behind the cup. For a shy guy, he’s quite smooth.

“Oh. By the way, I heard you called Marco “bro?” You two related?” He asks me. I nod. “Yeah. He is my half-brother. We have the same mother. But due to unfortunate circumstances, my mother didn’t want anything to do with me and so three years after having me, she left me with my dad. But we made our relationship work because no matter what happened between our parents it wasn’t our fault. So we became close. He’s practically my best friend.”, I reply smiling. Levi sneaks a quick glance to me and smiles back. “I’m sorry your mom did that to you. Was that...why you were so uneasy at dinner?”, he asks. “Yeah. A bit. Your mom’s cooking was really good.” He smiles at that. “Now you have a reason to come over.” Levi says. I laugh. He really was great.

Levi drives us to school with “Doubt” by Twenty One Pilots playing on his radio. I chuckle which captures his attention.

“What’s funny?”, he asks me as he turns into our school parking lot. “I didn’t take you for a TØP fan to be honest.” “Oh. Well I’m full of surprises, Y/n.” He smirks at me. I smile. He parks the car and we jump out. Levi gets his bag from his boot and comes to walk with me.

“Y/n, where’s your bag?” He asks me. “In the car. I’ll get it when I see Mikasa.” We walk into school and I see Mikasa with my two idiots. “Kasa!”, I yell at her to get her attention. She nods her head at me. “Y/n! I got your bag for you!”, an excited Eren comes up to me and gives me my bag. “Oh thanks.” Suddenly, I remembered that I need to speak with them. “Uh, what do we have first?”, I ask Mikasa. “The three of us have History while you have Physics.” I smile at Levi. That’s the class we have together. “I’ll see you in class?”, I ask him. Levi’s expression suddenly turns to a sad one. Shit I guess he wanted to walk with me to class. But that expression doesn’t last when he smiles a small smile at me. “Sure. I’ll save your seat.” “Thanks.”I tell him and gesture to outside for my gang. They follow me, leaving Levi to watch me go.

We make our way by the dumpsters on the side of the school. “I assume you two already heard about Zeke finding us?”,I ask Eren and Jean. Jean nods his head, pissed off. While Eren nods, slowly. Oh fuck. He wasn’t here the last time. “Alright, Eren. Since you don’t know I’m going to tell you who Zeke is. He is the leader of a rival gang of The Scouts. The name of his gang is called The Free. Stupid name, filled with stupid members. The last time he found us, he threatened my father for 50 million dollars and used me as a bargain. He captured me and tortured me. Not bad but..” I pull up my sleeve. “He gave me some pretty hectic cuts and burns.” My inner arm is filled with marks and scars. It’s part of the reason I use long sleeves and jackets all the time. Jean and Mikasa turn their head away from the scene. It was still a bad memory for them. Losing me.

“That’s not all. If my dad and The Scouts were a minute late in rescuing me, Zeke would’ve raped me and possibly killed me. They took care of him by beating the fuck outta him and lighting his place on fire. To keep us safe, my dad wiped out all info on us on the computers and burned our old house down and we all vanished from Shiganshina. Now, we got new information saying that Zeke made his way here, to Rose in order for revenge. That means that I’m in danger. If I’m correct in my allegations, Zeke will use someone who we don’t know to spy on me and report back to him. That means all of you should keep an eye out on anyone suspicious. Is that clear?”

I ask them. They all nod. “Good. Let’s go. Bell rang.”We all start to walk into school when Eren stops us. “Wait, so Y/n..” We all turn to him. “What is it, Eren?” “If you said that you removed all evidence from you being in Shiganshina, doesn’t that mean somebody told him you were here? Like..” “A traitor.” Mikasa continues his sentence. I look at Mikasa.

“Yeah, exactly. Listen, I know I haven’t been part of The Scouts for a while, but this seems a little fishy to me.” Eren says as he scratches his head. He and Mikasa had the same idea. And I’m sure Jean thought it too. Which means, I need to bring that up to my dad. But later. Now is school. “Alright. I’ll think about it. Remember what I said and be careful today. I’ll see you all later.” I wave goodbye and we part ways to our respective classes. I go to physics and I see Levi sitting with his bag on my chair. I walk up and Levi sees me. He instantly smiles and moves his bag.

“Hey, you. I thought you got into another fight. Everything okay?”, he asks me. I nod my head, smiling back to him. “Very funny, brainiac. But yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” “Alright, listen up.” Our professor starts to say. Levi puts on his glasses and starts to open his textbook. God, he looks so cute with those on. “On Friday, there will be a test on Newton’s Laws of Motion. One hour, 60 marks. I want you all prepared. This will be part of your final grade.” Oh shit. Damn. Fuck. How am I supposed to cram all that work in a span on two days? I start to panic when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey.”, Levi says softly. I look to him. “Want to study together?” He asks me. I smile. Of course he would ask. I was going to but he made my life easier. I nod. “Yeah.” “Ok. Now turn to page 89 of your textbook and do exercise 6.3. It’s a good revision exercise. Get to it.” Our professor orders us to do it. I look at the question and answer the stuff I know. Like the definitions.

1. Define Newton’s Second Law of Motion.

Easy. Newton’s second law of motion states that if a net force acts upon an object, the object will accelerate in the direction of that force.

I look at it and then at Levi’s work. Jesus, he is already on the fifth question. I nudge his shoulder.

“Hey.”, I softly say. He picks his head up looks back at me. “Whats up? Need some help?” “Uh yeah. Check this definition for me?” I hand him my book and he reads over it. He furrows his eyebrows. “Out of two marks, you would only get one.” I widen my eyes and my mouth opens. “Wha- Why?” “Well, see. You got the first part. The one about it moving. But then now, you have to state the proportions. So..”He takes out his pencil and writes.

“The acceleration is then directly proportional to the net force and inversely proportional to the mass of the object.” He finishes. “Ohhhhhh. Ok I get it now. Thank you.” “No problem. So, do you know how to do the calculations?”

I look at the questions. Question 2 was to draw free body diagrams which I knew and the third one was on frictional force. What the hell is this?

“Uh....no.” I say softly, and a little embarrassed. “Sorry.” I say to Levi which made him raise an eyebrow. “Why are you apologizing? Come on. I’ll help you. Step by step, okay? You first need to understand what the question is asking you...”

Levi and I spent the whole period doing the examples from the exercise and more. I learnt so much in those 55 minutes than I did in two years of that class.

“Is this right?”, I ask him, handing my book to him for him to check. I see him looking at it, pulling his calculator out to check it. When he was done, he smiles and looked at me. “Yes. You did it. You got it right.” “Yes!” I say a bit too loudly and people turn to look at us. I cover my mouth and look at Levi. His cheeks are red. I laugh a little. “Good job, crazy.” “Thank you, brainiac.” We tease each other. Bell rings and I pack my bag. I feel someone bump into me.

“What do you have now?” Levi asks me. I take out my phone and look at my timetable. “French. You?” “English. Come on, I’ll walk you to your class.” I smile and sling my bag over my shoulder and walk out with him. When all of a sudden.. “Mr Ackerman.” Our professor calls him. “Yes, Professor?” May I speak with you for a moment? Alone.” Levi looks at me and I smile. “It’s okay. I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” “Okay.” I leave him and walk to my class. Well that’s what he thinks. I actually stayed behind to spy on the convo. Bad, I know, but I couldn’t help it. I hear the professor speak.

“How are you, Levi?”, he asks him. “I’m good. Getting late for my class though.” I snicker. Levi...

“I know. This won’t take long. Plus it’s not you will miss out on work. Anyway, I see you and Y/n getting comfortable with each other.” I make a confused face. What did I have to do with anything?

“Not that it’s any of anyone’s business, I’ve been helping her with work. Why?” He asks him. “Levi, you’re a good boy. A star student. I don’t want your name to be dragged down because of that girl. She’s not good news.” He tells Levi. I knew it. I knew from the beginning that that professor had some grudge against me.

“Sir, with all due respect, you don’t know her. She’s a good person and is trying hard to get her marks good so she could get out of this shit school where all people do is judge each other.” Levi defends me. I feel myslef blush. The professor speaks again. “Levi, she is part of a gang. A bad one at that. You could get in danger. I’m just worried abou-..” “No need to worry about me, sir. I’ll be fine. Now if we are done here I’ll be going.”

I quickly run down the hall to my class and go to my seat. I sigh. That professor is right, as much I hate to admit it. If Levi gets involved with me I might get him into trouble or worse. And with Zeke in town, Levi could get in serious danger.

The day drags itself until lunchtime. I walk out of my class and to the cafeteria. I see Mikasa and Jean sitting next to each other and laughing. Mikasa? Laughing? With Jean? “Don’t like him”, my ass.

“Hey guys. Whatcha doing?”, I ask which made Jean flinch. “Jesus Y/n, don’t sneak up on us like that.”, he says as he holds his chest. “Aww did I scare you? Sowi.” I mock him. I sit across them and look around. “Guys where’s Eren?” I ask them. “Went for a piss. He shot down that coffee like his life depended on it.”, Jean says as takes a bite of his fries. Mikasa giggles. That “joke” wasn’t even funny. I squint my eyes at her and she captures me looking and suddenly goes to her usual face.

“Yeah, so anyway. Did you guys see anyone suspicious lately?”, they shake their head. I sigh. God when is this shit going to stop? I think about my dad, Marco and everyone I think that could be in danger. But I’m quickly drawn away from my thoughts when I feel an arm around my shoulders. “Hi Y/n”

Reiner says. “Get your filthy hands off of me.”, I tell him. He doesn’t move. “Aww come on, baby. I haven’t seen you in ages. Let me just savour this moment.”, he says as he moves closer. Alright, that’s it.

“Reiner! Get your fucking hands off of me before I break them!”, I shout at him. Everyone in the cafeteria turn to look at us. I don’t even care, I just need this asshole away from me. “Reiner leave her alone, man.” “Yeah Reiner” some people start to say to him. He grinds his teeth and let’s go of me. He wakes up and starts to leave, but before he dies he leans down and whispers in my ear “You’re gonna pay for this.” And leaves. I scoff and flip him off. “Y/n what did he say?”, Mikasa asks me. I shake my head and tell her nothing to concern herself about.

Little did I know, Levi saw that whole fiasco and he runs up to our table. “Y/n. Hey. Are you okay?”, he asks me. I smile at him and nod. “I’m fine. Join us?”, I offer to him. Levi looks behind him and sees Isabel, Farlan and Hange sitting down. I follows his eyes. “Oh. It’s alright. You don’t have to sit with us. I see your friends waiting for you.”, I smile and tell him. “How about you come join me?”, he offers. I laugh. “Yeah. I’m sure these two won’t mind. Will you?”, I ask Jean and Mikasa. The shake their heads and I make my way with Levi to his table. Isabel looks up to us. “Hi, Y/n!”, she shouts happily. “Hi Izzy. Hi everyone.”, I say. They all greet me and I sit down next to Levi. “Say, Y/n.”, Farlan starts to say as he wipes Isabelle’s mouth, “Have you heard of the proms theme?” “Actually, no. What is it?” “A Dark Romance. The people in 12-5 came up with it. Pretty neat if you ask me.” Dark romance,huh? I look at Levi while he scrolls through his phone. “Whatcha doin’?” I ask as I lean towards him. It was almost funny how fast his cheeks went red. “Just looking through Instagram. See this.” he shows me some stuff. We all chat until the intercom goes off, surprising all of us.

Attention. Attention. Y/n L/n to the principal’s office with your bag. Y/n L/n to the principal’s office with your bag. Thank you.

I widen my eyes and look at Jean and Mikasa. “Oh are you going home early?”, Levi asks me. I shake my head. My guard is up right now. Dad never picked me up from school unless it was an emergency. “Levi. Whatever happens, I’m glad you asked me to prom”, I say which confuses him. “Y/n what’s going-..” I quickly place my lips on his and kiss him. It’s quick one. But it lasted long enough. I pull away and grab my bag and head to the office. Jean and Mikasa are quick to follow with Eren.

“Whoa Levi! She just kissed you!”, Isabel says happily. Farlan and Hange are bombarding him with questions but Levi just stays silent. He’s stunned. Sitting there, red faced he reaches to touch his lips. The feeling doesn’t last long when he realizes what she just said. “Whatever happens”...What is happening?

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<-Chapter Three

Here is the fourth chapter. Feel free to message or comment if you want to be part of the taglist. Thanks for reading!

-Caddy

Tagged: @windex-princess-gia @leviswife-of6years @french-girl-online

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years ago

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UWU I'm in the mood for some Raphael talk, I love the headcanon you've talked about in the chat about Raphael tolerating Alec only because he makes his dad happy (which is so damn valid of him), and it's one of my most fave things do you have more slightly silly headcanons about it?

you really want me to be beaten up huh may. you want them to come for me again. you want to ruin my life

okay disclaimer Alec stans pwease dont hate me uwu I'm not saying i hate Alec I'm saying that i dont think Raphael would vibe with him. especially after the whole punch which I'll never get over cuz like i KNOW rationally that alec didnt have the full story and if izzy was hurt and sitting beside a white shadowhunter he would go there and beat them up all the same cuz alec's like this, but I'm still upset eidndidjdid my boy doesnt deserve this okay

anyway with that being said

i dont think its Raphael like, genuinely hating him as much as them having nothing in common besides their mutual love for Magnus and desire to see him happy. so Raphael can tolerate him fine, but he's not exactly dying to be best friends. besides, alec's like, all of the most annoying things about shadowhunters (all serious, never fucking relaxes, must have a weapon close at all times, doesn't understand food, doesn't listen to music, doesnt-) that arent like straight up nazist bigotry. so hes just like. ugh. whatever. I'm here for Magnus. leave pls

i can absolutely see that tbh Raphael just goes to their house and is all like "Alec leave i want to talk to Magnus" and alec's like "this is my house?" and raphael's like "and?" and alec's like "Fine, ill take a walk. Magnus, Raphael is here." but he also kisses Magnus goodbye in front of Raphael because he can, in fact, be an ass

also i know i told u about that already but Raphael lowkey challenges him every time like. he'll come by Magnus' and bring food, and of course theres food for 3 because Raphael is not gonna be that rude and he doesn't want to make Magnus feel like Raphael wants him to choose between Raphael and Alec. Alec makes Magnus happy and Raphael would never want to make Magnus feel like his love or presence in his life is conditional. Plus, he doesn't actually hate him. Just a little.

anyway so he brings the food and he's like (clearly judgemental tone) "i brought hot sauce because i figured Alec doesn't usually eat spicy food" and he's obviously correct, Alec had never eaten anything with season in his life before he met Magnus, much less pepper. he's the kind of ultimate, boss-level gringo who puts salt on his food when he's feeling adventurous

so Raphael sits down and puts the food on his plate and he pours hot sauce into his plate while making unwavering eye contact with Alec (yeah raphael can eat in this because he deserves it and i said so) and it's an obvious challenge and it evidently works because Alec 1- is competitive, and 2- actually wants Raphael's respect because he knows how important he is to Magnus. so he takes the salsa from Raphael and starts pouring it too while maintaining eye contact right back, jaw clenched in challenge, looking all serious and Magnus is like "children, please" and raphael's all like "oh no no no, let him" but Alec considers that a win because Raphael is clearly trying to contain a smile and thats the first step to winning him over

so anyway Alec sweats and grimaces through the whole meal, cuz like, look yes he may have pain tolerance because he's a shadowhunter but he's also the bitch who reacted to taking a sip of beer like someone had farted on his face. he can't hide his reactions for shit, but fuck if he doesn't lick the plate clean (not literally like gross) and doesn't shed a single tear, even as he clearly can't keep his eyes open with the effort

Magnus is like "Alexander, you dont have to do this" and alec's like "(eyes squeezed shut, grimacing, drenched in sweat) do what? this is very good" and Raphael is smiling into his plate even as Magnus shoots him dirty looks

then Alec is like "i won. i ate it all" and Raphael is like "(looking at his red sweaty face and puffy eyes) really?"

also look ill always love the hc that Raphael resents Alec for his height and Alec doesnt even notice. Raphael is not short, god damn it, hes 175! thats TEN whole centimeters above the mexican average! he was the tallest boy in Guadalajara! RAPHAEL IS TALL, OKAY

EXCEPT everyone in the goddamn shadow world is apparently a god damn giant. Its humiliating enough that Magnus is 180. but Magnus is his dad, so whatever. but Alec is FUCKING 190. no one needs that much tall. no one! Raphael went from being the tallest boy in the neighborhood to the shortest, and boy he is so not pleased about it

but Alec has no idea because who cares? (Raphael. Raphael cares. deeply. he cares so much) it's not even good to be that tall, he keeps banging his head on things. so there will be moments like. Raphael is standing in front of the bookshelf, seeming very focused. Alec shrugs, figures he's looking for something, and puts the book he was going to put there up. Raphael shoots him a dirty look that might as well be a stab, and Alec's like ???????? did i disrupt you? sorry? and Raphael just crosses his arms like "you didnt do anything, i dont know what you're talking about"

in reality the shelf was too high up because Magnus adjusted his shelves to his and Alec's height, and Raphael refused to stand on his tiptoes or god forbid, a stool, to grab his book, so he was just glaring at the shelf until the book came to him or something. and when Alec put the book up he was mad cuz Alec could reach it fjdndid

later Alec tells Magnus about it like "i dont get what i did. is he just that private?" and Magnus is like "hmm. i have no idea, darling" but next time Raphael comes, the shelves have been spelled to adjust to the book picker's height

also this always makes me think of that scene in hsm where zeke tries to talk to sharpay and she goes "evaporate, tall person!" and leaves and i love that mental image tbh

also like. eventually Alec apologizes for the punching thing (look. look. Im still salty and Raphael deserves it okay) and Raphael is like. moved because something deep inside of him still believed it was his fault and he was a monster, and it's. nice. and Alec kind of extends his arms and Raphael is like "dont think so" and crosses his arms and Alec kind of very very slowly lifts his arm and pats Raphael's head once and Raphael wants to scream and Alec looks very awkward and sheepish and Magnus bursts out laughing

(Raphael doesnt mind, though, because Magnus is genuinely so happy all day that they had a good interaction. so happy. and Raphael thinks, okay, this is okay. it's good if it makes Magnus happy.)

(Magnus also pats his head and plays with his hair, but its okay because Magnus has always done that and Raphael doesnt mind. only from him though. and raphael's partners. but anyway)

plus whenever Magnus is like, upset, or sick or something, theyre like. an unit. because for all they have no common interests they do think very alike (autistic solidarity i guess) and are very practical when it comes to taking care of others, and they both just. adore Magnus, okay. so Raphael will arrive, make Magnus soup. while he makes soup, Alec stays with him and takes his temperature. once Raphael is back with the soup, Alec goes out to buy medicine, and Raphael stays with him to make him company. and so on. at some point Alec is almost falling asleep by Magnus' side and Raphael taps his shoulder and points to the chair nearby, and Alec nods and dozes off for a while. then its the other way around. Magnus isnt seriously sick, of course, but he doesn't usually get sick so it's an event, plus they're both Like This. and for all the grief they give each other, they trust each other to take care of Magnus. theres no argument about that

(Magnus was resting, but he did see some of these moments, and smiled a bit to himself before dozing off again)

also Raphael and Ragnor gave Alec the ultimate shovel talk (Ragnor doesn't trust anyone after Camille, and while neither do cat and dot, they were more chill), but it lowkey backfired because they were like "if you ever hurt him, we'll remove your kneecaps" and Alec was like "(nodding seriously) thats fair"

also i know we've talked about this already but i also love the idea that Raphael goes to their house and is all absentmindedly like "hm can i have some coffee" and alec's like "sure, ill make it :) you stay here and talk to Magnus" and when Alec comes back he hands Raphael his coffee in a "best. bonus son. ever" mug and then he leans back against the wall, sipping his own coffee from his "world's #1 stepdad" mug that he bought himself, trying to hide his shit eating grin, and Raphael scowls and deliberately holds it so his hand covers the words, and Magnus laughs and his eyes shine as he sips his tea.

(later, Raphael is like. guess me and lightwood have a dynamic now. gross. but he still rolls with it)

in short Raphael and Alec being little shits to each other but still building something of a relationship for Magnus and always taking care of him..... ultimate trope

#ask #cosmicnovia #luxxmagnus #sh #shadowhunters #raphael santiago #magnus bane #alec lightwood #brotp: i'll do whatever it takes to protect them #long post #autistic alec lightwood #autistic raphael santiago #brief but still there #crack #sh crack #malec

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megatraven · 5 years ago

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How would you have MC discover that Zeke is in love with her? Each and every version of her in every timeline.

im torn bc part of me wants it to be something dramatic that causes her to find out, but another part of me thinks zeke deserves to tell her in his own time

all assuming she isn’t with another LI, tho, if we go the dramatic route which is what i an favoring atm:

zeke sees her die. he’s seen it a thousand times, in a thousand different lives, and he knows that he can’t save her. the syndicate isnt enough to save her from optimus. he’s not enough to save her. it wrecks him every time, but this time is different.

he ignores the signs- no, he doesn’t ignore them. they were just more subtle this go around. and she was so distracting. he met her earlier this time, earlier than he usually does- he’s the one that brings her to the syndicate. she has a soft spot for him, he can tell- it’s in the way her eyes always seek him out, how she inches closer without really meaning to, how she smiles so openly with him.

he wants to believe this timeline will be different. but the sings make themselves clear soon enough, and he watches her expression morph into one of fear as optimus’ ceiling falls down around her and the rest of the syndicate. her power is spread out thin to protect the others as they make it out, but it’s not enough to get her out, too, and he knows what’s about to happen, because he’s seen it so many times.

he knows none of them, not even himself, have the energy to save her

still, he tries. he slows the world down for a short burst and pushes through the exhaustion and pain to get to her, but he just can’t reach her before it gives out, and he falls to his knees. he barely looks up in time to meet her eyes, and she gives him one last smile before her barrier breaks, the weight of optimus tower crashing down on her

he’s devastated. it’s worse than any other time, because it’s his fault. he could have saved her if he’d just gotten to her in time. if he’d left when he knew he should. but he was so tired. he wanted to hope that he finally found his timeline, where he could be with her and everything would turn out right.

he gets up before duke or lorelei can try pulling him back and runs forward, shouting for the others to go. he can’t leave her there. even if she’s dead, he can’t do it. she deserves a proper burial.

he can give her that.

it takes some time, but he digs through the debris, not caring that the building is still coming down around him, and just when he thinks it’s hopeless- he sees her. he digs her out of the wreckage and holds onto her, holding her to his chest as he cries.

he apologizes, over and over, and he tells her then-

“I love you. In every world, in every life, in every timeline, I love you,” he sobs. “I always will, whatever happens.”

he promises that he won’t stop trying to find a timeline where they can be together and be happy.

he’s seen her die a thousand times- but he’s only ever seen her come back from the brink of death a handful of times. it’s unpredictable when it happens.

so he’s surprised when there’s a weak squeeze of his hand, and he watches her open her eyes, gaze unfocused for a moment just before locking onto his again. and she smiles and, gods, he’s never been happier to see that smile.

it doesn’t matter that the world is falling down around them, because she should be dead and she isn’t, and her empathy bond blazes under her skin, as if she hadn’t taken a hit all day.

“maybe you’ve just found it,” she tells him, and it makes his heart skip a beat.

“maybe i have,” he breathes

and then he lifts her, and with her shield, they make it out of the tower before it comes all the way down. he doesn’t set her down until they’ve found the rest of the syndicate and they make it back to the lair.

later, she’ll come to the conclusion that it was zeke’s confession- his love for her, that goes against time, that gave her empathy bond a boost- to help keep her alive, and to get them out. it was her love for him that kept her fighting long enough for him to reach her.

and so, it was their love for each other that became their own salvation

#lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #ezekiel dorian #zeke dorian #villainous nights #zeke x mc #vn mc #my fic

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ghostmartyr · 6 years ago

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Have some faith, Reiner.

As if we’d ever forget Han Solo.

The only nice thing about what’s happening now is that it’s forced the right priorities on people. Despite Eren saying, way back in Trost, that people all uniting to face one enemy is too rosy an idea to have a place in reality, for this one island, in these final, traumatic moments, no one wants all these people to die.

With various faces painted on it, most of our main cast on either side has always been focused on one thing: survival. Now Eren rejects that entire concept for the protection of one group. In the barest of bones, that is what every single villain of this manga has always done. Of course the only option is to reject him.

And of course Gabi, who has always been compared to Eren, who has had the most traumatic series of experiences of her young life, stands up and starts fighting.

(One in shadows, one in light. Winning all the high school book reports here.)

This is the best of Eren, in a child who has been ruined by this world just as thoroughly. Gabi will bring back her friends.

Eren chases after slavers to save a girl he doesn’t know.

Gabi runs into streets full of monsters and saves someone who hates her.

I’ve always enjoyed Eren as a protagonist (his dip into antagonist, not so much). In Trost, he takes on the burden of being a symbol of humanity’s hope, but I’ve always felt that his true symbolic nature is that he’s the one who lays claim to humanity’s outrage.

There are things in this world that are simply wrong. Righteous fury without limits is a satisfying reaction to that, and at the start of the manga, it’s something that all of Paradis has basically lost. They’ve grown complacent with their lot in life. Even when the titans invade, they don’t dream beyond reclaiming the territory that they’ve always known.

Eren’s status as a rage monster is very much a meme, and he’s very much more than that, but it has always been fitting that the main character is a bonfire that lights the sparks of the rest of the cast. Eren inspires motion. Before he has any touch of competence and plot magic, he talks and his comrades find themselves listening.

Gabi takes up that torch here.

Reiner is done (again. sorry, Reiner). The world is probably done. Gabi has spent this whole arc being some kind of done.

Gabi gets up, and goes to look for her friend. Falco follows her onto an airship; she follows him into hell.

Gabi gets up, and protects the girl who wants her dead. She faces down a titan with a weapon not meant for the job, and she wins.

Just like the young woman she murdered.

Sasha joins the Survey Corps after Trost. She comes face to face with a titan, and she falters. She fails to kill it, and it comes after her, and she’s scared. She wants to leave. She considers leaving.

Dot Pixis’ speech reignites her will.

Sasha stays, and a month later she saves her little sister.

Her little sister protects a pair of enemy child soldiers.

One of those child soldiers saves her life.

Paradis begins without a spark. Even the people who are signing up to be soldiers are mostly doing it so they won’t be seen as cowards, or so they can go further into the walls as Military Police. People who want to go outside and kill the titans are nuts. The Survey Corps is nuts. They’re a waste of taxes, and anyone who wants to join them is a suicidal idiot.

Enter Eren. Enter enough fury and impact that the fire can’t be contained in one person, and the sparks start spreading. The people who have been left to tend their own fires for years are given kindling. The people who don’t know what it’s like to not be freezing cold are given a taste of warmth.

For a series that begins in stagnation, a protagonist devoted to movement is going to inspire the most change.

Then he decides to commit genocide and ruin everything, but hey, look at how much that’s inspiring people to get along!

Eren, you’re a fucking disaster.

Niccolo basically hands us the series’ thesis on a silver platter, so I’ll refrain from trying to fit his quotes into anything resembling a paragraph.

Niccolo is not Eldian.

Eldians are the one with the ability to literally transform into monsters. A physical manifestation of the horrors all humans are capable of if you take away their reason. That’s why the world calls them devils. They’re all a bunch of ticking time bombs just waiting to go off; why wouldn’t the world condemn, hate, and fear that?

Those ticking time bombs always take at least one more person willing to start the timer for them.

In the current era, Marley has been the force happily strapping bombs to children’s chests.

Niccolo hits on the truest point. From someone who is not Eldian, who cannot physically manifest the horrors all around them that could not exist without certain genetics--

Niccolo has a devil inside of him, too. He’s given in to it. He has been a monster, so lost in his despair that he’s willing to kill children.

The true enemy of this world is not titans. It’s falling prey to the demons every human carries inside. That is the universal human experience, and everywhere people fall in that fight, evil follows.

Titans exist because a man rapes a slave and has her children eat her.

That evil is a fault of human nature, not blood.

Niccolo and Gabi have been the monsters.

Unlike most titans, they have the option of coming back. They’ve had the fortune to live long enough that they can come back. Hell, it might be because she hits the bargaining phase, but even this chapter Gabi goes from suggesting killing Eren to talking to him and using his power for something actually useful.

-pats Gabi on the head-

Not bad, kiddo.

To the left, we have Jean and Connie.

Hell.

Connie’s simplest (as well as the most exciting, because he’s running off to Wall Rose territory with Falco, who has Ymir’s memories), and rather devastating. For four years, his mother has been a titan. Unable to move. She’s his only remaining family. Everyone else in his village, Connie spent their last night alive praying that they would die. He’s one of the three people left who remember Utgard.

Being trapped on a tower in the middle of the night, being hunted for sport by people he’s known all his life.

On Zeke’s command.

The man Paradis is forced to consider an ally. The man Connie is not allowed to touch. The man who is still, years later, turning people into titans. The man one of his closest friends ostensibly betrays them for.

After all that, his friends have someone who can save his mom, and they try to tell him no. Because that might hurt the feelings of their enemies. People like Reiner, for instance. The guy Connie still cries for in Return to Shiganshina.

Don’t worry about your mother, Connie. Worry about the feelings of everyone else.

Also Sasha is dead and this kid’s bestie pulled the trigger.

But seriously Connie, chill.

[chill not found]

Connie has, frankly, done a fantastic job holding everything together. The fact that he’s only snapping now speaks greatly to his character, and leaves me not too concerned about Falco. Connie ranks as one of the lowest on who’s left of people who would be willing to kill a child. Even if it’s for his mother, if Falco’s awake, I don’t think Connie can do it.

...If he can, the manga will have actually found a way to get even darker, which, if we’re being honest, I sort of thought we were beyond at this point, so flip a coin I guess.

Jean likewise has some of my favorite material in this chapter. He’s grown into a far better commander than he was at Trost, and having the terrain duplicated so well only emphasizes it.

But as ever, the true entertainment comes from Marco.

Who is also dead.

Yes, still.

“You’re not a strong person... so you can really understand how weak people feel.”

Jean is not wrong that destroying the rest of the world sort of fixes Paradis’ main problems. The issue is that it’s horrifically immoral, not that it wouldn’t be effective (until a civil war breaks out).

Because everyone spent all their time hating them, their only protection was murdering them all. And it’s all on one person’s decisions. They’re hardly involved, aren’t they? If they sit back and do nothing, it’s just karma, right? What could they possibly do at this point?

“But you’re also good at recognizing what’s going on at any given moment. You know exactly what needs to be done. I mean... most humans are weak, including me... But if I got an order from someone who saw things like I do... no matter how tough it was, I’d do my damnedest to carry it out.”

Jean’s right. They do reap the benefits of this horrible choice. No more complicated politics. Just a blank slate to do better on. Everyone on Paradis gets to live. Without putting too fine a point on it, that’s an argument we’re probably all familiar with, and here a character is, pointing it all out.

This fixes all their problems. Good, right?

No.

Because standing back and doing nothing while genocide is committed is fucking wrong.

That’s a question this series has grappled with from the beginning; which is more important, survival or doing what’s right?

In the start, we have a protagonist who is fully comfortable throwing his own life away in the name of doing what’s right. At the moment, he’s giving every appearance of being fully comfortable throwing away everyone else’s life in the name of keeping the people he cares about alive.

This chapter, we have Connie arguing for his mom’s life over someone more politically relevant’s.

Bringing back another fandom favorite, Serum Bowl pretty much locks these arguments in a cage and pokes them gently with an assault rifle.

Survival says Erwin. Armin doesn’t matter, except to Eren and Mikasa. Erwin matters to Levi in a way he doesn’t to them. What’s right falls to the floor except to be brandished like a machete against the other side’s wants. Hange has to swoop in and pick it up, and by then Floch’s involved and clubbing everyone over the head with his newfound fanaticism.

Once it’s gotten to that point, humanity’s continued survival still says Erwin.

It’s still saving a man’s life.

A man who will die without this intervention.

For the reason of bringing him back to life to suffer in everyone’s place.

It’s pragmatic, and it truly is best for humanity’s survival beyond the walls.

It is also deeply unkind.

Send these thousands of people to their deaths so the rest can live. Eat each other. Die, die, and die until someone can live. Anything that promotes survival is, in fact, the right choice.

In the Female Titan arc, when Armin and Jean are watching the full extent of Erwin’s plan in front of their eyes, Armin says that Erwin might very well be evil for it, but given where they are, that’s a good thing. That someone strong enough to be that measured with their few remaining lives is in control--even if he’s committing a moral evil, he’s protecting something more important.

It is the preliminary version of Floch’s eventual conclusion.

They need a devil to ensure their survival.

Levi ultimately rejects that.

He doesn’t bring a man back to life so that he can bear their burdens.

It’s one of the smaller goods of the series. After a life of suffering through what is necessary, Levi chooses to release Erwin from it, even though he’s still tactically essential. Again and again people have discussed how much it would help if one more strategist was out Paradis’ table in these times. Levi’s decision is what prevents the most experienced from taking a seat.

Levi picks to be kind over making the choice that more properly secures survival.

Because the survival of what? More choices leading down the exact same road? The endless cycle of sacrifice that’s turned human bodies into resources instead of recognizing them as people?

Titanization at its core?

In the Serum Bowl, Levi doesn’t choose who he wants to survive. He chooses what. He chooses to recognize a man as human instead of a commodity. Something the two brats screaming at him couldn’t let go of. Something he couldn’t let go of.

Do you want to survive, or create a world worth surviving in?

Eren’s actions will destroy the world beyond the walls he always wanted to see. Indiscriminately. Some of it deserves destruction and worse. The parts that don’t will be swept away all the same.

This plan creates the world the First King told them they all lived in; there is Paradis, and nothing beyond it. The rest of humanity is dead.

Thanks to forfeiting all humanity.

And I guess if anyone on the island has a problem with it, kill them too. Also anyone who encourages anyone to have a problem with it. Just set up your secret task force, give the names, and keep those named living in terror for a century until one of them becoming a serial killer in response seems perfectly reasonable.

For those in need of the reminder, Karl is a douche.

Karl thought genocide was such a bad thing that he committed genocide over it, but it’s okay because his genocide was smaller.

Eren thinks genocide is such a bad thing he’s set up to commit genocide over it, but it’s okay because his genocide is going to be so big it’s going to end all genocides. Until Floch remembers he has a gun, probably. Which seems to be always. In which case this genocide will lead to a series of smaller genocides, eventually leading to not enough people being alive for genocide to be committed.

Curing the world of genocide once and for all.

Yay.

What I’m saying is that genocide is bad.

Full stop.

Genocide is bad.

-draws underlines-

-draws angry grrr face-

Bad.

Perhaps maybe these people should stop doing it.

For all the moral reasons, sure, but since we’re clearly beyond that point, maybe someone could just quietly suggest with the force of the world ending that maybe imitating the exact behavior that led to literally all of our cast’s problems is not the best move.

Also, Floch shouldn’t get to point a gun at Yelena’s head. Only Yelena gets to hold guns to people’s heads. She makes it cool. Floch makes everyone wonder why Floch still hasn’t died, only to remember that ah, yes, of course people like Floch don’t die.

BUT HEY, AT LEAST THEY KILLED ALL THE TITANS THAT USED TO BE THEIR COMMANDING OFFICERS. I’M SURE THAT’S NOT RELATED TO FLOCH’S GOOD MOOD AT ALL.

You know, it’s not that things are continuing to get worse. They are simply following the roadmap of horror we were handed in the brochure for this arc. None of this is new, it’s just now in play. So it’s not getting worse, it always was worse.

...Yelena, just take the gun and shoot Floch before you die. I feel like that’s the fastest path to something good happening.

Let’s see... points to all our kidlets being a dominant force against titans now. Them Trost Redux feels. Points to Jean realizing that Eren has power of friendshipped himself into villain status (allegedly). Points to Armin remembering how Pixis gave the humans of Paradis their first victory. Points to all of Sasha’s family because I like them.

Then that’s the chapter.

HOW YOU FEELING, ANNIE FANS?

#Shingeki no Kyojin #SnK 124 #Gabi Braun #Connie Springer #shingeki no spoilers #SnK spoilers #spoilers #tl;dr #chapter post

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