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a dance or two

jean kirstein x reader (strangers to lovers i think??)

the eldian peace ambassadors receive invites to a fancy ball. amongst the sea of glittering gowns and suits, you catch the eyes of jean, who notices you in a corner silently sipping on champagne.

“no one to dance with?” jean asks, a mischievous glint is his eyes as he approaches you amidst the waltzing couples.

the the ballroom was decorated in grand gold and velvet silks and ornate chandeliers. the air, filled with the scent of roses as well as the chatter of guests, atmosphere was charged with sophistication, but for you, it felt like being on the sidelines of a world you couldn't quite embrace. "guess not," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, opting to glance at the dance floor.

with a playful twinkle in his eyes, jean extends one hand and places his other behind his back. “well, that’s about to change. my name is jean, if you didn’t know.” how could you not know his name? he and his friends stopped the rumbling after all. reluctantly, you took his hand, allowing yourself to be led onto the dance floor. the music enveloped you both as you swayed to the rhythm of the waltz. one hand found your hip, his other guiding and swaying to the music. some looked at you with jealously, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the handsome man in front of you.

“you look wonderful tonight.”

you blush, and he raises his arm to twirl you around. you couldn’t help but chuckle, making his smile wider. “so do you, jean.”

you met jean’s eyes, a warmth in his gaze. "see, not so bad, was it?"

you couldn't help but smile. "guess i can survive a dance or two.” the music changes, its tempo slowing, and you find yourselves in a gentle embrace.

as the second song dies down, the world slowly drew back to its original pace, jean’s hands on your hip tightens slightly.

“perhaps…we can do something like this again sometime?” jean stammers, face turning pink.

“you mean, like a date?”

he stammers a yes and you smiled, reaching out to wrap your arms around him. “of course.” he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a relieved sigh, and the two of you remain like that until the music comes to a full stop, applause starting. parting ways to regroup with his friends who are smiling cheekily at the two of you by the side, jean places a featherlight kiss onto the back of your hand. the ball comes to an end, leaving the two of you to replay the night in your heads over and over again.

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First Kiss- Connie Springer

WC: 1,854 (?)

TW: [Y/N] gets injured

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Wake up please! [Y/N] can you hear me?!" You hear a muffled shout. What's going on? Where am I? Why am I so cold? Hello...is anyone there?

GASP

Suddenly you shoot up from the cold hard floor. What's going on? You look down to see a large gash on your side, the red blood oozes out. You nearly pass out at the sight. What happened?

You look around to see several people crowding around you. They're all yelling different questions, overwhelming you further.

"Guys give them some space!" You finally hear someone shout through the crowd.

"W-What's going on?" You stutter out still gaping at the gash on your side.

"You don't remember?" You hear Connie mumble, a look of shame evident on his face. You try to steady your breathing and think back, retracing your steps.

You and the scouts were on an exploration mission when you were suddenly swarmed by a group of titans. Everyone fought well but of course there were casualties.

It takes a moment before it all finally comes back to you. You, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were all on one squad taking down three titans. The four of you dealt with them swiftly and then let your guards down.

Flashback————————————————

"Easy peasy! Taking down titans, no problem for us!" Jean shouts, jumping up and down. The rest of you just laugh at him.

"Alright let's not get too confident. You know what they say, confidence is a flimsy shield." You say in a ‘matter of factly’ tone. You turn around to wipe some titan blood off of your ODM gear when you see something out of the corner of your eye.

It was a titan standing right behind Connie, a mere centimeter from grabbing him. You don't think your legs just move. You swiftly push him out of the way, being grabbed instead.

Present Time———————————————

"I...remember..." You say holding your hand to your head. Your head it's pounding and your side is burning, you can barely string together sentences.

"Don't worry [Y/N] help is on the way!" Jean says trying to reassure you. You just nod, not really hearing his words. You feel your consciousness begin to slip away and it all goes black.

When you finally come to you're in a room you instantly recognize. It's one of the rooms used for recovering patients. You try to lean up to further search your surroundings but an excruciating pain in your side stops you.

"Ah fuck, what the hell!" You yell out in pain, a figure huddled over in the corner of the room quickly sits up and rushes to your side.

"[Y/N] are you okay?!" It was Connie Springer. The two of you have known each other for a long time, training together for five years and then becoming scouts together.

The memories from the day before all come rushing back to you in a haze. The panic you felt only a day ago shoots right back through you and you sit up, ignoring the pain blood curdling pain.

"Are you okay?!" You practically yell, searching his entire body for injuries. Grabbing his arms to investigate. He turns red at your worry but makes no move to take his arm away from your gentle hold.

"Yeah I'm okay, thanks to you." You feel a wave of relief wash over you and you fall back down onto the plush mattress.

"Oh thank god." You say with a sigh. The two of you sit in silence for a long moment before he speaks.

"Hey [Y/N]...I-I'm really sorry." He mumbles just barely loud enough for you to hear. You glance over at him and reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Why? We're both here and we're alive, I don't regret a thing." You say with a soft smile. He stares at you in slight shock and a tear slowly runs down his cheek.

"H-HUH? W-WHY'RE YOU CRYING?!" You shout, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your side. “AGH!”

"I-I'm not, and stop floundering around you’re gonna reopen your wound!" He says turning his face away to wipe his tears, you just smile at his concern.

For the next few days you don't do much. Well more like you can't do much. You spend your days sleeping and eating, trying to get your body to heal as fast as possible.

Soon enough you're healed enough to stand up. Standing up turns to working out, and working out turns into training with ODM gear. Before you know it you're ready to go on missions again.

You wake up to a message pinned outside the dorms from Captain Levi. "All Scouts meet at the conference hall at 14:00 for information on the next expedition." You sigh at the thought but get ready regardless.

You show up slightly early and find a table with familiar faces. When Jean and Sasha see you they immediately stand up and run towards you. Trapping you in a tight hug.

"We're so happy you're okay [Y/N]!" Sasha says with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah you really scared us this time you idiot." Jean says and you swear you see a light gloss over his eyes.

"I haven't gotten a hot boyfriend yet, there's no way I'll let myself die single." You say with a laugh, the others join in and you all sit back down. Sharing light conversation before the others arrive and Captain Levi begins.

He explains how on the next expedition only a few soldiers will attend. Only the best of the best hand picked by Levi himself, because of the smaller numbers the mission will be even riskier.

"Now I will list the scouts who will be attending.

Mikasa Ackerman

Eren Yeager

Jean Kirstein

Sasha Braus

Armin Arlet

Connie Springer

and...

[Y/N] [L/N]."

"What?! No! [Y/N] can't go...t-they're still recovering! It isn't safe." Connie shouts without thinking. You look at him slightly shocked, both you and Connie knew you were perfectly capable, more so than him.

Levi looks over at him with a clear look of annoyance. He turns to you before he speaks.

"[Y/N] do you have any problems with attending the next expedition? Do you believe you are unfit?" He asks, practically staring into your soul.

"I have no issue Sir, I believe I am more than capable." You say with a stiff salut.

"Very well then, that will be all, more information will be given tomorrow morning, see you then." He says before leaving the conference hall.

Everyone stays silent, making sure the captain has truly left before everyone continues their previous conversations. You slowly turn to Connie, horrified.

"What the hell was that? That was so embarrassing! Do you think I'm weak or something?" You ask staring at him in disbelief.

You watch as he turns bright red, stuttering and trying to put words together. When he fails to do so he clumsily stands up, tripping on his chair before running out of the room.

"What just happened?" You ask more to yourself than to anyone else, but of course Jean includes his two cents.

"He's just worried, we all are. After that stunt you pulled we're all a little on edge, it was scary almost losing you like that. Connie seems to be taking it hard." Jean says and Sasha nods.

"I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to worry any of you. My body it just moved on its own, you know?" You say, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck.

"Well it doesn't matter now! All that matters is that you're here and you're alive!" Sasha says with a comforting smile and a tight squeeze. You and Jean just nod before the three of you go your separate ways, heading back to your dorms.

The sun had set and you were sitting on your bed reading with only a small flame to light up the faded pages. You hear a soft knock against your door that snaps you out of the fictional world you were reading about.

Slowly you slide out of your covers, making sure you place a book mark in your book. You walk over and open your door to see a nervous looking  Connie pacing in front of your door.

"Connie? Isn't it a bit late? Did something happen?" You ask snapping him out of his daze. His face immediately shoots up, staring into your eyes with determination.

"Sorry for showing up so late, do you mind if I come inside?" He says with his nervousness returning.

"Yeah sure." You say before opening your door wider, inviting him inside. He walks in and you close the door behind him, making your way to your bed and sitting down as he awkwardly begins to pace back and forth.

"So I was wondering if on tomorrow's expedition, if you really do insist on going, if it would be okay if I stayed by your side." He says, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Well Connie you know Captain Levi is going to break us up based on skill, especially since there are less of us. So it really isn't up to me." You say watching him carefully.

"I just...please just if he tries to separate us please help me to convince him." Connie says in a quieter tone.

"Where's this even coming from? We should just trust Captain Levi." You say in a soft tone, trying to ease Connie's very apparent nerves.

"No [Y/N] you-you don't understand." He practically whispers. You stare at him confused before slowly standing up, reaching for his hand and holding it gently.

"Then explain to me, make me understand." You say while trying to meet his eyes. He finally makes eye contact with you, a bright blush on his face.

"[Y/N] after...after what happened I realized something. I realized that if you go I wanna go with you, no matter where I wanna be there too. If-If...If you die I want to die with you." His words shock you and you just stare at him unsure of what to say.

"Connie don't say stuff like that. Neither of us are gonna die anytime soon, and if I die the last thing I'd want is for you to die along side me!" You say slowly pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding onto you like it's the last time the two of you will be together.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbles into your shoulder. You feel his tears soak into your shirt, cold against your warm skin. Gently you rub his back, squeezing him.

"Don't apologize it wasn't your fault. I would do it again in a heartbeat." You whisper to him, he just holds you tighter.

Eventually his tears slow and he gently pulls away. Staring into your eyes with his tear stained ones. Without thinking your hand slowly comes up and wipes the tears from his face. Gently he reaches up, holding onto your wrist, keeping your hands on his face.

"[Y/N] I love you." He whispers before slowly leaning in, capturing your lips in his. When the two of you pull away you realize that tears had started falling from your eyes as well.

"I love you too."

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↳ Professor Nanami K. ☆

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KNY ➤

↳ ???

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ATTACK ON TITAN

reni’s collection of attack on titan works.

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© 2023, reniberries. please do not copy any of my writing or repost to other websites.

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Attack on Titan Actor AU

(part 2)

(season 2-3-4)

Pixis only auditioned because his kids are fans of manga, but he immediatly fell in love with the character.

Hannes once came on set drunk and filmed his scene. The directors only noticed while editing the scenes.

Freida Reiss is Miss Universe 2014.

Kenny writes gives good luck letters to the actors who are going to film along side him.

Keith Sadies loves to prank the 104th training corps during filming.

Rod Reiss is a comedian, he played his first dramatic role in the series.

Zeke tried to grow his beard for the role but ended up wearing a postiche.

Porco first auditioned to play Eren but the casting director found him more fit for his current role.

Pieck shares fanfics and fanarts on her stories. She finds it cute.

Gabi has a YouTube channel where she learns to play the guitar.

Falco is the biggest fanboy of the cast.

Floch used to be an extra but then got his role because the fans liked his performance.

Willy Tybur directed the last ep of season 3

Nicollo has a TikTok where he prepare food and gives cooking advice.

Onyankopon was an MMA fighter, he got into acting after an injury that left him unable to fight again.

All the flashbacks scenes were filmed at the beginning to avoid recasting younger characters and bring authenticity.

Levi x Reader: “What If’s” And “But’s”

Summary: You had arrived early from a journey outside the walls to your boyfriend. Instead of returning after bringing the report back to Erwin, you stayed with Levi for a lovely day out together. However, your day of tea and soft touches began to stress you out.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, fluff, more fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I wrote this a while ago... and as you can tell comfort fluff/angst is a major theme of this blog

The silkiness of the sheets over your body kept the hard found warmth in. Laying on your side, you rested your hand on the pillow by your head that sunk into the cushioned surface. Your knotty hair was loosely pulled back into a fishtail braid, the loose strands falling helplessly around your tired eyes. A warm body was flushed against your back; a strong arm lazily draped across your middle. Your other hand held his, soft fingers grazing gently over his calloused knuckles.

The lit candle on the bedside provided too much light causing slight discomfort, so you wiggled under the strength of the arm. You rolled over to face Levi’s tired steel eyes. His raven hair, usually in a centre part, was in a mess. However, it still seemed to frame his handsome face perfectly. His strong arm still stayed wrapped around your torso as you brought your hand slowly to rest on his injured leg.

He winced slightly at contact and groaned out, “What are you doing, brat?”

Feeling guilty, you relieved a bit of pressure on his leg and began to run your fingers up and down the sore muscles.

“Sorry,” you whispered, “Does it really hurt that much still? Maybe I should look at it again.”

“I’m fine,” Levi groaned, digging his face into the crevice of your neck.

You let a soft smile take over your face at his soft side he only shows to you. His bored words translated to kindness.

Pressing a soft kiss to his hairline, you mumbled into his hair; “I know you may think so, but I’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay, Levi.”

Levi slowly shut his gunmetal orbs, pulling you closer to him. His breath down your chest tickled as you slowly closed your tired e/c eyes. As soon as you let darkness flood your vision, you wrapped an arm around the sleepy figure in front of you. Levi was always so tired. You had never shared a bed with him, this being the first time. This felt like the best way to finish off the day you spent just with each other. A smile tugged at your lips when the promise ring around your finger came to mind.

However, a not so happy thought intruded. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something horrible was happening out in Wall Rose. Abandoning the others just to come back to Levi felt so selfish now that you were under the comfort of a roof and snuggled in a warm double bed. Someone had to deliver Hange’s message, right?

But what if Sasha, Connie and Jean had gotten into trouble?

What if Eren couldn’t turn into a titan when they needed him the most?

What if something happened to Hange and Commander Erwin?

A million “what if”s filled your head, making your heart pound increasingly fast. You couldn’t take the weight of these horrible thoughts as you shot up in the bed and stared at the wall blankly.

Shifting beside you turned your attention to Levi rolling over. He flung his forearm over to rest on his closed eyelids. You sighed in relief at the thought of not waking him, even with the sharpness of your movements. He must be so tired, You thought to yourself with a small smile.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Levi grumbled quietly.

Your eyes shot open further. You were wrong. You had woken him.

“Uh, nothing.” You shifted to lean against the bed board. “I just thought I was taking up too much blanket.”

To this, Levi removed his arm from his eyes and opened the beautiful spheres. He side-eyed you, making you avert your gaze. Pushing himself up, he tried his hardest to not hurt his injured leg. You couldn’t help but notice his awkward movements. To give yourself something to draw your attention away from him, you brought your knees up to rest your chin on them in attempt to create a ball of warmth. Once Levi was leaning against the bed board also, he gently took your chin in his thumb and index finger to face you towards him.

“Cut the crap, princess,” his voice still held the same amount of sass and monotone as ever, “The blanket is mainly on my half. There is something on your mind and don’t try to lie to me.”

You quickly flickered your eyes over every bit of his stern but soft face. Easily swayed, you let your legs slide down the mattress and your head hit the bed board.

“Okay, fine. I was just having a bit of a moment worrying over every possible bad thing that could happen to the others. I regret leaving them. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed our little day together so much but what if they needed me? What if I should have returned just so they know nothing happened to me? What if they’re worried about me right now?”

You ended up throwing your arms around in exclamation as our breathing picked up once again. Sensing you were about to have another round of questions spilling from your mouth in seconds, Levi immediately caught your wrists and brought them down.

He slipped his calloused hands in your own and hushed you, “Stop with the “what if”s. You’re just freaking yourself out. Nothing is wrong, okay? Brat, you are just being stupid.”

You shook you head urgently, “But-”

“No “but”s either,” Levi cut you off, “You need to think of something else and just go to sleep. I’m not letting you back out there without me. If anything is happening, at least it’s not happening to you. Go back to sleep.”

You nodded, Levi sliding down the bed and dragging you down with him. Avoiding his injury, you carefully lay across his chest. Head tucked into the crevice of his neck, you let the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat lull you back to back to sleep. Levi’s arms held you securely as he drew small circles into your exposed skin. With a kiss to your forehead, he finally fell asleep too.

Hello there! It’s so nice to see a blog still open to requests & can portray Levi so accurately!! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Levi Ackerman? Hurt comfort genre? Vague idea but Levi can see reader has been down, quietly makes them a cup of tea, sits down with them and just talks quietly? I don’t know about what. But it’s obviously he really cares about them? And they just really needed someone to sit with them in that moment? They needed a grounding point? You don’t have to

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting and thinking I portrayed him accurately 🥺 You’re so so sweet 💕 Writing this was no problem at all!! I am still new to this so don’t be shy to give me any feedback! 

Levi x Reader: Grounding Point

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluffy angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Slight trigger for suicidal thoughts

Recently, the daunting reality you lived in had finally caught up to your dreams of saving humanity. The idea was all well and good, you knew that, but was it possible? Each mission you spent exploring and “conquering” put you in the danger of being eaten, smashed against a tree, squished, squashed, ripped in half, decapitated— The list goes on and on and on and on and on…

           Titans were out there and they were real. You were the first line of defence. You were the hope for humanity. You were the ones risking your lives and no one even knew your name except for when it gets craved onto a gravestone.

           You could die any time you stepped out of the walls.

           Why did you want to be a hero? For the praise? For the nobility? For the feeling of finally being safe?

           Putting the benefits beside the stakes made you think nothing was worth it.

           You didn’t think it was necessary when we were all going to die anyways.

           Humanity wasn’t worth saving.

           The only thing that made it sort of worth fighting for was your captain. Levi Ackerman. He intrigued you, but it wasn’t like you needed to save him when he could look after himself perfectly fine. Those around him… not so much. Not that you blamed him, but your captain had lost so many people he cared about but he still fought.

           But why?

           How?

           How could he find the strength to keep going?

           What was his grounding point?

           You really wanted to ask him, but you were scared that the question would be insensitive. Or, he’d “tch” at you and walk away with a roll of his eyes.

           The fleeting thoughts you had had turned into days of spacing out, and one day it just became too much to handle.

           Your face remained downcast as you sat at the dining hall. You hadn’t bothered to grab anything to eat, your appetite failing you. Claiming you weren’t hungry, you would have preferred to go to your room and sleep – or at least try. However, Hanji had insisted you had to be social for the night after a whole day of training. Your aching muscles from said training should have been a good enough excuse.

           Obviously, you couldn’t escape how hard no matter how hard you could have tried. Hanji was incredibly supportive, kind, intelligent, but she was a little bit too excitable after spending a whole day in a lab instead of expelling her energy. Not that she could ever run out of it, anyway.

           In times like this, you wished she could spare you some of that energy.

           But there you sat, silently staring into space as you zoned out of whatever conversation Hanji was engaged in with Mike. The other cadets and Survey Corp soldiers chattered much louder than Hanji, if that was possible, and the voices echoed in your ears. Ringing replaced them, flashes of blood appeared across your vision and everything went black.

           You were still conscious, but nothing computed or was comprehended. Your fuzzy brain detached from reality, searching for the light.

           Where was it?

           You desperately wanted to go.

           But you became dissatisfied when you were pulled back into reality.

           “Hey, brat,” Levi’s voice broke through the darkness, your head snapping towards him on a diagonal across the table. “You look like you’re going to be sick. Throw up somewhere else.”

           Expression unwavering, you took it as your opportunity to escape, “Yeah, good idea.”

           “Hm.” Levi picked up his teacup in his peculiar way and took a sip.

           Legs shaking, you stood up, the chair screeching on the ground and caused your skin to crawl. Ignoring Hange’s shouts of questioning, you edged to the door of the dining hall. You turned in the direction of your dorm, missing the slight crease that appeared between Levi’s thin eyebrows as he watched after you.

           Keeping your eyes forward, you stumbled through the hall. You took the familiar turns towards your dorm, the incessant ringing in your ears finally starting to ease as the noise of the cadets faded.

           Shakily, you swung the door open when you reached the dorm. Shutting it quickly behind you, you flopped onto your bed. Face down on the pillow, you shook as tiny sobs racked from your throat. A few salty tears seeped into your pillowcase. Letting your mind finally take over, you quickly cried yourself to sleep.

           You were awoken abruptly the next morning by someone knocking twice on your door. Sitting up slowly, you noticed that the sun only just peaked through the trees beyond the window above your bed.

           “Come in,” you wheezed, thinking it would be Hanji.

           However, your heart stopped when Levi opened the door just enough for him to slip into your room accompanied by a tray. Desperately finger-combing your dishevelled hair and rubbing your eyes, you addressed him.

           “I’m sorry, Captain. I’m late for training or cleaning, right? I’ll get going right now—”

           You went to swing your legs off your bed, but Levi cut you off by huffing.

           “Tch, no, brat—” he shut the door behind him with his foot— “Did you seriously sleep with your boots on? You look terrible, too. Did you not shower either?”

           Dumbfounded, you stuttered to reply to him, “I—I didn’t get the chance to do either of those things… I kind of fell asleep before I could.”

           “And you slept on an empty stomach?”

           “Yes, I but—”

           “Tch, I brought you this.”

           Levi presented the tray to you. A cup of steaming tea sat next to a plate with freshly prepared oatmeal right next to it. Your stomach immediately growled at the sight, causing you to reach out towards it.

           “Thank you, Captain,” you took the tray from Levi’s hands.

           He folded his arms and rolled his eyes, “No need for that title; we’re behind closed doors.”

           “Oh…”

           His statement made you slightly flustered as you spooned some oatmeal and placed it in your mouth. Your insides warmed up with the comforting food. As you continued to eat, you felt slightly awkward as Levi stood watching.

           Was he going to say something?

           You flickered your eyes up to meet his shiny grey orbs, catching a glint of confliction in his eyes.

           Was it that he didn’t know what to say?

           You were about to comment, but Levi finally spoke up again. His words stopped your heart from embarrassment.

           “You’re sad,” Levi stared firmly into your eyes, “I saw you were uncomfortable in the hall and gave you an excuse to leave. I was going to follow but I saw how tired you seemed and thought you just needed to sleep. But I know it’s more than that, right?”

           Jaw dropping slightly, you struggled to reply, “I… don’t know what you mean…”

           You could feel your emotions bubbling up again, a lump forming in your throat that you desperately tried to swallow with a mouthful of tea.

           Levi’s next move almost seemed out of character for him. He stooped down to his knees, looking up at you from a different angle. If you weren’t feeling so conflicted with emotions and anxieties, you would have made a comment about how he should be scared of dirtying his white pants on the dusty floor.

           “You’re lying, woman,” Levi’s words were still firm despite his more vulnerable position, as if he was trying to say that you were above him, “The normal you wouldn’t give me such a lame answer. Now would you tell me what’s wrong so you can just be you again.”

           His words took you by pleasant surprise, but the many mixed emotions you had been feeling came out all at once in the worst way. You failed to keep that lump in your throat down, a sob breaking up your rapid breathing. Tears flooded from your e/c eyes, your hands rushing to shield them from Levi’s wavering gaze. Your sudden mood swing caused him to panic slightly.

           “Hey, stop that,” he hushed you, unsure of what else to say, “Tell me. Get it out.”

           Unsure what to do, Levi got off his knees and took a seat next to you on the bed. The mattress sank, causing you to shift towards him. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back.

           “I’m sorry, Levi, I—I just don’t know what to do anymore,” your words broke up your sobs unevenly.

           “Don’t apologise,” Levi hesitantly took the tray from your lap, placing it on the floor.

           You cried hysterically with Levi next to you, unsure of what he should do to comfort you. In your heart, you wished that he would wrap his arms around you and tell you the best thing for you to hear in the moment. In your head, you were almost unsure if he could do it.

           “Damn…” Levi mumbled, “I wish I was better at this sort of thing. What do you want me to do, Y/N?”

           “I need you to be with me, Levi,” you cried out to him, “I want you to be with me so we can protect each other. This world is so— no, so messed up and I don’t think it’s worth saving. How do you stay so calm and don’t break down all the time? How do you do it? Levi, I just want you to be my grounding point—”

           Your words were cut short by the wind getting knocked from your lungs. Strong but inexperienced arms squeezed you, obviously not knowing the comfortable pressure for hugs. The tears that had once gushed from your eyes had seized, letting only one slip down your cheek and onto Levi’s Survey Corp jacket. The jacket that showed that he witnessed death every day.

           “I bottle it up,” Levi spoke softly, “but don’t ever do that, Y/N. You let it out when you need to and cry. Crying feels so damn good whenever you feel this way.”

           All you could do is nod, slowly snaking your arms around his form. His heartbeat against your chest beat just as fast as yours did; they were in sink. Levi knew what to say to you, no matter how good he thought he was at comfort. You could tell from his words that he spoke from experience, and you trusted him.

           He didn’t push you to say any more than what you had already said, taking the time to bring you back to the present. The warmth of his body against yours and the strangely comforting thought that he still didn’t know what he was doing soothed you. Even though he wasn’t confident in his abilities, how he continued to hold you proved to you how much you truly cared to give it a try.

           Slowly, he pulled you out of your intruding images, memories, and emotions. The unfamiliar radiance of relief and love filled you, swelling your heart and causing you to pull back to look at Levi.

           His brilliant grey eyes flickered with a silver you never noticed until you were this close. No words were exchanged between each other, only his thumb that rubbed over your cheek to rub the tear tracks off your skin.

           “Thank you, Levi,” you whispered, digging your face into the collar of his jacket. You could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes and smiled.

           “A bath would also do you good, you’re filthy.”

           You laughed into his neck, confidence and comfort along you to say the four words you have wanted to say for a while now.

           “I love you, Levi.”

           However, nothing could have prepared you for when he said it back.

           “I… I love you too.”

hi i love your writings so much and your style is brilliant! uhm can i request a levi x reader fake dating au? if thats possible..♡ have a great day♡♡

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting and for the encouragement, being a new blog 😊💕 It always makes my day getting sweet messages like this. I’m not really sure about this one, as I made it surprisingly angsty but I still hope you like it!

Genre: Angst, unrequited love

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1.4k

Slight trigger for sexual assault

The ballroom’s glow settled down onto the occupants of the ball. Dots of shiny lights ricocheted from the chandelier, creating an effect like stars in the sky across the roof and walls.

           A tight corset bound your waist, crushing the bottom of your lungs and making it difficult to draw in breath. The strong sting of the alcoholic scent wafting from the bar and Wall Sina slobs, who were considered nobles. They couldn’t just slap fancy clothing on an overweight middle-aged alcoholic man and call him a noble.

           Your status in the Survey Corps was what had lobbed you into this mess. Many times you have had to dress in prissy clothing with frills and bows, pulling your hair into a bun that was slightly too tight to be comfortable.

           If talking to naive, selfish, and arrogant men wasn’t bad enough, the rule that you had to bring a date made your skin crawl.

           Being a Squad Leader meant that you knew plenty of men, as the vast majority of the Scouting Regiment contained male soldiers. However, choosing a date was impossible. If the men weren’t immature boys, they were perverted men in their thirties.

           The first time you were placed in this situation, Hanji hooked you up with Levi Ackerman, back when you couldn’t stand the short male. You found him irritating; he had no human emotions. Not to mention his insufferable obsession with cleaning. The two of you struggled to stay the entire time, swarmed by sweaty old men and each other. Levi certainly struggled with the attitude you gave him.

           When the night was over, the two of you swore that he never had to hold your waist for a slow dance again.

           You wished it was that simple.

           Erwin announced the invitation to another ball. Both you and Levi hoped you wouldn’t have to power through another dance together, managing to find another date. You had asked Erwin, but was turned down as he had someone to go with.

           The two of you had to go again, dragging your feet through every dance with Levi’s hand hovering awkwardly on the frills of your gown.

           Rumours that you and Captain Levi were dating spread through the immature Survey Corps in a heartbeat. The rumours leaked onto the streets, the civilians thinking that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had a girlfriend was incredibly chivalrous. Erwin’s need to please the people resulted in him ordering you to keep up an act of dating Levi.

           From then on, you and Levi put on a fake show for the people. Luckily, holding hands was as far as Levi would go.

           You wished it would end. Your existence was almost like a trophy that was polished in a cabinet to brag about. You had the looks for it and everyone constantly reminded the two of you.

           Secretly, you wished that Levi would return the compliment someday, the time you have had to spend together rubbing off on you. You hoped Levi would come to feel the same.

           The air in the ballroom became stuffy as the men around you pushed you towards the centre of the room. You had lost Levi a while ago now, him claiming he wanted to get the two of you drinks. However, you didn’t believe him.

           He would never drink anything that wasn’t tea, you thought.

           An old man approached you, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol consumption. They raked up and down your body, causing you to shrink in on yourself to protect your figure from the prying eyes. You scowled as he was pushed further towards me with a stumble.

           “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, “You got a date?”

           “Yes, it was compulsory in order to be let through the doors,” you replied calmly.

           Frowning at him down the bridge of your nose, you etched towards the knife hidden in the layers of your dress. It was originally Levi’s idea to hold a knife with me, as the chances of getting into a situation where you need self-defence is too high.

           “Where is he now?” The man approached you further, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

           “Mind what? He’s coming back in a moment.”

           “What is he gonna do to me? Kill me?”

           You pursed your lips and widened your eyes, nodding.

           The man ignored you, almost stumbling forward onto you. Your hand slipped under the layer of your dress, fingers curling around the handle. Taking steps back, the man continued toward you. You were about to whip the knife out from behind your back when you backed into a firm chest.

           “Sorry--” you began, but paused when you saw who stood behind you.

           Levi lingered there with a scowl, flickering his eyes from you to the man. His grey eyes bared into the man, who straightened his posture.

           “Would you like a dance?” Levi learned forward to whisper into my ear.

           “Gladly,” you nodded, not batting another eyelash at the creep who stood stunned in silence.

           Levi’s calloused hand slipped yours off the knife and into his feathery hold. Guiding you around to the side of the room, he sat you in the corner on a nearby chair. Honestly, you were hoping for a dance, your mood shifting into a confused malice as to why he pulled you aside.

           “I thought we were dancing,” you whispered, folding your hands in your lap as he lingered above you.

           “Tch. Of course not,” Levi rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, “I was only getting you away from that slobby drunk.”

           “You know we’re actually supposed to look like we are dating, right?” You snapped, copying his composure by crossing your arms, also.

           Levi frowned harder, “I don’t know what else you want me to do. Aren’t men supposed to keep other men away from their significant others? That’s what I did, brat.”

           “I’m not a brat, first of all,” you sighed, “Second of all, couples are supposed to be more affectionate than this.”

            The huff that Levi let from his lungs caused a pang of hurt to strike you. For too long have you had him groan, grumble, and frown at you instead of providing you with proper answers. By now, you could tell exactly what every single one meant. This one was very direct, a simple “I don’t care.”

           The time you spent with him you had come to realise he was not the completely mindless titan killing machine that the rest of mankind believed that his was. Behind his cold and passive demeanour, he genuinely cared about his squad, fellow captains and commanders. Having witnessed his true nature, you began to grow soft towards him. However, you quickly realised that you weren’t special.

           “Levi….” you sighed, biting your lip. Your heart thumped in your chest at the words that formed in your head.

           Maybe if he knew how you felt he would change?

           Maybe if you followed your heart he could take advantage of the opportunity?

           “What is it,” Levi’s words expelled from his mouth more like a groan of annoyance than a question.

           You took another deep breath and averted your eyes, “I actually like you, and I want to make this relationship real. I know that you think that fake dating for the people is stupid, but we wouldn’t feel that way if it is real. It’s real to me.”

           Cautiously, you lifted your eyes back up to find his. The way his mouth hung open ever so slightly and his eyebrows raised an extra inch caused your heart to lodge into your throat.

           When he didn’t reply, you held your breath, “I don’t know if you feel the same or not, and it’s okay if you don’t. But I can’t keep faking something with you when I want it to be real.”

           Timidly, you watched as he cast his eyes to the floor. You couldn’t tell if he was going to reply, never having witnessed the silence that he spoke at that moment. Growing impatient, you stood.

           “Say something,” you ordered, “Please answer, Levi.”

           “What do you want me to say?” Levi looked into your eyes, the intensity of the stare causing guilt to bubble within you. “My answer isn’t going to satisfy you, I can tell.”

           “I’d prefer if you say it.”

           “I don’t feel the same. I never have and I never will. I’m sick of everyone I care about dying; I don’t want it happening again.”

           Your breath caught in your throat. On one hand, you respected his feelings and reasoning, being something that hit close to home for yourself. On the other, his tone stung, the words pierced you, the unrequited love ached your heart.

           “One day, you’ll find someone, Y/N,” Levi reached out to pat your head, your breath frozen in your lungs, “But what we have is fake.”

           “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

I’m still alive!!

School’s been taking a toll on me but I hope to get back to writing in the next week or so...

Requests are always open so I’d love if you’d send some in! ~ ❤️

Can you do Jean or Hange spicy hcs? Or if you aren't comfortable some comfort hcs pls😳👀🙏🏾

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I do have in my rules that I won’t be writing NSFW fics atm, so I did comfort hcs. I hope that’s alright!! ☺️

Jean:

Jean is a natural born leader, Marco said it himself

This is because of his ability to interpret his peers, and if you were his s/o, he would be extra attentive

The longer you are together, the better he’d notice your little tells

However, if you were trying to get the message that something was bothering you purposefully…

I think it’d take him a lot longer to figure it out

Even if he could tell that you needed comforting, he’d be horrible at approaching it

He’s too straight forward and hot headed to be soft and cuddly

If you were upset because someone had said something hurtful towards you, you bet he’d be seeking them out to give them a good beating

But if you were suffering due to your own thoughts, and the only person he could beat up was yourself, he’d be at a loss

Tell him that you want to cuddle, or if you want him to just sit with you as you pour your heart out and he’ll do it

That’s not to say that he’s not restless

This man is used to fighting away his problems, even though he wants the easy life

He’d listen to you complain, cry, or talk yourself down

That is one thing he will never let you do

You try saying that you thought you looked fat in your uniform that day or you think the most recent deaths of your comrades were your fault, and he’ll compliment you so hard

He tolerates no such thing, telling you everything he loves about you

Sure, it may be said in a loud and almost angry way, but it’s because he cares for you and wants to prove that there is no reason you should feel that way

When this happens, please thank him and say it helped

That way he’ll think he’s done his job

As time goes by and the two of you have a very healthy and loving relationship, he’ll be able to adjust to comfort you exactly the way you need him to

He’ll get used to how you react to certain types of comfort and change accordingly

Over time, he’ll surely get softer, being able to just lay together and cuddle if you need it

He’ll whisper about how much he loves you if he thinks that’ll help the most

Or, he’ll stay quiet and let you cry into his shoulder

He wouldn’t be as restless during times he needs to comfort you

That’s not to say that once you feel better or if you fall asleep beside him he won’t leave and beat someone or something up

Depends on what has put you down, he’ll comfort differently

Hange:

Queen of comforting you

Extremely observant, she could probably tell that you were bothered by something by the pace of your breathing

When she’s cheerful and what is bothering you isn’t too serious, she’d want to distract you

She might bring you to see her latest titan experiments or to go annoy Levi

Don’t even bother trying to tell her that you need to talk to someone, she’ll show up at your door in the morning because she “sensed” that you needed it

Honestly, her massive smile and excitedness are almost enough to cheer you up

Cuddles, and lots of them

Depending on what you were down about, the longer the cuddles are

She is also no stranger to the feeling of discomfort and stress after being in the Survey Corps for so long, so she’ll be able to tell what’s bothering you

Hange is also totally up to beating someone up for you

If Levi was a little harsh to you one day you felt a little sensitive, the midget better run

Most of the time, it’s playful revenge, unless what they did was absolutely awful

It’s just her way of letting you know she loves and cares for you

Definitely able to snap out of her boisterous mood if she discovers it’s irritating you when you’re not feeling like yourself

If you were lost in your own thoughts of self-consciousness or had an existential crisis, she’s much more calm

Very willing to talk to you for hours, debunking all your insecurities and worries

Most of the time, she’s honest and hopeful that everything will be fine

However, if you happen to be struggling with something that she’s been bottling up, she’ll open up too

It turns into a little couple’s therapy session, which is very relaxing

On expeditions, if you need her, she’ll be there

She’s probably the best person to be with when taking down titans, as she has such a carefree and refreshing way with titans

That’s instead of being dark and gloomy all the time

If you’d been dropping signs all day that you were bothered by something, she’d burst into your room and push you onto your bed to cuddle

Either that, or drag you out to join her in the lab

If you were crying, she’ll have you laughing in seconds

Hange has so many different ways to comfort you and is never dull

Every time you go to her, she’ll support you in the way you needed it most

Drabble: Levi x reader

Prompt: Both of them injured, and them waking up beside each other

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort (wow, not surprised)

A/N: Depressed + Levi deprived = this

Thumping behind your ears woke you up suddenly, the rumbling of the cart jolti by you around. The bright blue sky above you blinded you, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. Hooves thundered nearby, trailing next to the cart you were being carried in.

The thin sheet across your body helped the warmth cling to you, pain shooting through your body. Stains of red down the sheet caught your attention, noticing the parallels between where you were in pain and the blotches.

Turning your head to the side, you saw him. His eyes were halflidded, blinding slowly fight away the pain coursing through his own body. He lay on his back like you, wrapped in bandages. You wished you could remember what happened but your mind was fuzzy.

Levi coughed beside you, wheezing as he took in a breath.

“Levi?” You whispered, “What happened?”

The man turned his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows at you. He lifted a hand to place on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

“Hey, brat,” he left his hand resting on your head, “You got us in this mess to begin with.”

“It-it hurts,” you winced as the cart bounced, presumably over a rock.

Levi shifted to get closer to you, cursing under his breath at his own aching body, “I know, it sucks. Keep those eyes of yours open.”

You nodded, holding eye contact with Levi. The hand atop of your head secured you as the cart bounced across the terrain back to the walls. His gaze made you feel safe but the thought of his potential scolding caused you to feel ashamed.

Immediately afflicting the blame on you only made you feel worse, and you wished Levi could see that.

“Levi...” you began.

“What?”

“Are you going to yell at me when we get back?”

“Probably, you almost getting us both killed wasn’t too smart. But, I know you’ll need some attention. Your injuries are worse than mine.”

You tried nodding but your head thumped painfully. Levi noticed the wince you tried to hide and ran his thumb up your forehead.

“Don’t move, I know it hurts,” he sighed.

He knew that literally anyone could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you getting the proper treatment. You certainly knew - especially because he lay injured beside you - that he went completely out of his way to save you.

Maybe you were too delirious to notice before, but the rhythmic stroking of Levi’s thumb across your forehead burnt into your skin. Never before had he been this close to you or expressed such worry for you.

Before this, you always thought you were another on of his cadets. Now, you felt slightly special.

Maybe you were something special to him.

Just reminding y’all that requests are open and I have some serious writing block so some inspiration would be greatly appreciated 🙏

Closing requests as I finish off my requests and drafts!! Stay tuned

Finally, some canon Armin on my feed 🤚

texting them "they're busy" [a tiktok prank] ft. eren, armin, connie, levi, porco and annie

♡   —   tags: humour, gn reader

♡   —   a/n: i had sm fun doing these shsksks thanks to the anon that suggested it!

♡   —   masterlist

Levi with a tall/buff s/o

Requested by anon: aaa could u write about levi with a tall s/o? i'm 5'10" and i'm not head over heels for him like i used to be but the height difference is still funny to think about

A/N: I feel like I just ended up describing Erwin by the end of this 💀I wrote this as a buff s/o as well... yeah oops just Erwin

You’d actually be the best duo on the battle field not gonna lie

He has the speed and agility while you can balance it with strength

Off the battle field he is totally under your influence, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger

If you tease him, he low key gets offended so you can always get what you want because of his sore pout

He doesn’t mind overall, as you know why he’s got his short stature and are truly caring for him

Kiss the top of his head please, he loves it

Because he can’t reach your cheeks to kiss you and doesn’t want to use force, he has this stare that he gives you that shows you he wants you to bend down

To anyone else, he looks like he wants to kill you when he just wants to give you a smooch lol

If you lean over him without bending your knees (you know what I’m talking about, it makes sense) he either gives one or two of the following reactions

If you’re being cocky, he’ll scowl and push you back (or he’ll try)

Or if you’re being sweet and doting, he’ll become a blushing mess

You can’t sit in his lap, and there is no way in the world you’re getting him to sit in yours

So you sit beside each other thigh to thigh, it’s intimate but not over the top

Riding horses with him is so funnyyy

I know for sure he uses a stool please make fun of him or help him up depending on your morals 

Things you do that fluster him:

the lesbian door lean (androgynous) 

leaning on things

wear heels (also androgynous)

cuff sleeves or just wearing button ups in general

wear high-waisted pants

anything to do with doorframes I can’t stress that enough

put your hand on that part on his back between the shoulder blades just below his nape while walking with him

repression, and the guilt it causes when you're not with me - an annie x reader drabble

Feelings are easily ignored one would think, especially if the aggravator is locked away in a stone made of clear crystal. When you can see her but not touch her, talk to her but get no reply, overthinking sets in and guilt surrounding your relationship with Annie is embedded to to bone.

The stone floors all look the same. From room to room, the bumps and lines are all in the exact same place. Dents and crevasses paint a marble of patterns on the walls, almost identical to the room next to it, and the one opposite. Even if we move into a different room, they all look the same. The beaten, worn stone turns more battered the more you’re in the room. Like your mere presence is enough to make stone regret and cave into itself. Like your mere presence causes confident stone to pull away and retreat into dirt.

The guard that frequents this room pays attention to more than just her stone. She hears, she listens. Every word spoken is captured by the guard’s ear. She knows everything, she sees it too. Their watchful eyes burn into your back when you visit her. You can’t say more than simple ‘hellos’ and ‘I’ve been good’. Their sorrow glares and the glances full of regret and shame. Every movement shows what you really are. Every shift, every stance - it gives you away. Shows your true self to them and they can’t help but look away, filled with disgust. They ought to have you removed from her care.

All of the lingering feelings. All of the thoughts about her that never leave no matter how much you focus on other things. It all leads back to her. Your stupid Annie. So, you vowed to leave them in this room. You vowed to not think about her unless you were with her. You vowed to not smell her hair, to hear her laugh, to say her name. Unless you were with her.

Her lifeless expression seen under the stone never wavered. Her face never moved, not an inch. Her shoulders tense and her legs stiff. For even she knows what you are. You never hid it with her. Despite her mundane choice of words and her nonchalant attitude, the shame and guilt vanished in the moments you were with her. Those perpetual, repulsive thoughts seemingly disappeared when you were with her. She let you get it all out, “Repressing feelings is never a good thing”, she would say, to try and coax more feelings out of you. It’s ironic now. All that talk about being free and letting go, and she went and suppressed herself inside a stone. One that can’t be broken. At least she’s free from all of your guilt.

But the guilt and shame hunts you down. The knowledge of your moments together, all your hushed sighs and the rustled bed sheets, always found you. Like a poltergeist with a nasty attachment to you. It pushed doors open, the creaks reminding you of the bed bouncing. It opens windows and the wind blowing in howls like a subtle moan. You’ll never escape it.

And everyone knows. They see it clear as day. They whisper about you in the dining hall. They gossip and glare as you walk past, heading for the cold, dark room. Where else would you be? No other room holds your heart inside it. You follow the everlasting hallways to her room. The abstract patterns in the stone ways start to bend and form words. Even the walls know. They’ve seen everything. Every touch, every fuck, and every stare, even those not reciprocated. The words etched into the walls bore back at you. They scream, they holler, they shout. They’ve seen the guilt and heard every repressed thought of her. No act of reconciliation goes unnoticed. Every attempt to get her out of that god forsaken stone.

You come to the door, but it’s broken open, hinges barely holding onto the wall. The room sits empty, no guard to listen in on all your intimate and private moments with her. But where is she? Her stone lays shattered across the floor. The pieces scattered everywhere and the stone concrete floors are drenched in wet slime. The feeling disgusts you, it’s all too familiar for you to handle. Yet, she’s gone. But you mustn't think of where she could be. She isn’t with you anymore, so you cannot think of her. You vowed not to.

Down the hall, in yet another dull, gray room, shouts emerge and thuds vibrate the floor. You don’t bother to deal with that issue. You’re too preoccupied with the dilemma you face currently. For you are forever guilty without her. The room that encompassed your safety has vanished. Those repulsive thoughts flood back to you, clouding every corner of your mind. The shame can finally hunt you down and finish the job off. Footsteps come chasing towards you. They grow louder and louder as they inch closer. Finally, you’ll meet your end and be set free. A life without her is not one worth living. The walls spill out all of your secrets. The people gossip and whisper. The guilt grows louder.

Every inch of the building shakes. The walls, the floor, the door - everything. It rattles and rumbles. The walls finally start to crumble and break. The dirt seeps from the corners and the beams start to fall from the ceiling and crash onto the floor. You back out of the room. All your secrets being left in that room, setting you free. Freedom finds you, not guilt. The room has fallen and all your tainted vows fall with it. It’s all destroyed. You’re free to think. About her. About it all. Free to think about every touch, every fuck, and every reciprocated stare. And the smell of her hair, her laugh, and her name, Annie.

You hope, you dream that you get to be with her. To finally be free of the shackles you put yourself in. that room is no more and neither are your perpetual, repulsive thoughts. Simple eye contact is all you need. All the remnants of shame, guilt, and fear have since left you. You touch, you hold, you feel. She grabs you and you feel weightless. Her arms wrap around your neck and you two collapse to the floor. Her existence is enough to make you feel free.

Can someone PLEEAASEE make a connie & ony x reader😩😩😩

Giddy, screaming in my pillow, kicking my feet because just imagine your fav’s warm chest under your ear… burying your face in his shirt… taking in his scent… smiling against his skin at the lazy way he draws his fingers up and down your spine, an action that both soothes you and makes you nuzzle deeper into his chest like you could make a home in the cavern of his ribs because you feel all fluttery and warm; nervous but in a fun, schoolgirl kind of way

Thinking about his hand on your hip, heavy and warm over the fabric of your sleepwear as you look up at him with a soft, content expression feeling all sorts of mushy and gummy and sweet because he’s got a life to live and probably a few things to do, yet he chose cuddling here with you and you feel like you don’t deserve it but you’re staying here all the same.

Unedited, feel like this applies to any and all characters really, just feeling uber mushy as of late… dunno