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โ eren jaeger
itโs really situational for eren, he cannot take you seriously if youโre in a bad situation. if youโre on the battle field or doing anything important to do with titans, strategy plans etc. he will tell you that you canโt be crying in that moment. HOWEVER, if youโre not in any of those situations he is so empathetic!! my little baby is so sweet to you like, heโs like putty in your hands especially if heโs the one making you cry, oh my god. he would just DIE and probably cry with you.
โ mikasa ackerman
her eyes softenโฆ her eyebrows pinch togetherโฆ her lip quivers and tilts into a frownโฆ SHES SO DISTRAUGHT, HOW COULD SHE DO THIS? SHES SO STUPID GAHHH. super mellow, super quiet and of course, super sweet. sheโll approach you like youโre a fragile animal in the woods that she doesnโt wanna scare. she genuinely couldnโt think of anything worse in this world than upsetting you and her being that reason? HER HEARTTT, sheโll drop her nonchalant dread head act immediately and silently reassure you with physical affection.
โ armin arlert
breaks the boys heart. he is absolutely and utterly DESTROYED. his self-esteem reaches an all time low in that very moment, as soon as that one tear fell off the apple of your cheek, GOD. he wanted the world to swallow him whole to be honest, he was so upset and embarrassed he made you cry! but obviously, he really tried not to be selfish and start crying as he didnโt want to take any attention off you but trust, by the end of it, he will be crying alongside you.
โ jean kirstein
god he is just so gentle, so caring, so comforting, so patient. he KNOWS exactly how to comfort you - he apologises profusely, sits with you, hugs you, talks the whole situation through with you LIKE UGH, and whatever it was that made you cry i can promise you this man WILL FIX THE FUCK UP! he lives to serve you and make you happy ๐.
โ connie springer
very quiet afterwardsโฆ he just feels really awkward, he wishes he could reverse time and just pretend nothing happened ๐ญ. heโs like, do we break up now orrrโฆ? he will eventually say sorry and become less awkward but, he definitely shows his sympathy through physical affection. after everythingโs died down, he cracks a joke or two.
โ sasha braus
SHES SO SWEET, definitely also awkward and she doesnโt realise youโre being serious for the first 2 minutes but afterwards oh my god, sheโs so apologetic!! she gives does acts of service as an apology and of course, says sorry. profusely.
โ reiner braun
breaks him into a million bijillion pieces. he turns into a puddle like, he just dies. HE made YOU cry? his life is over. sooo apologetic & he makes sure to let you know that he is! he will not be over this for days, days i tell you, he will continue to make it up to you even if youโre over it in like an hour.
โ annie leonhart
sheโs in shock honestly. she didnโt think you would be so upset over what she had saidโฆ but most of all, sheโs shocked that seeing you upset had such a big impact on her. what- what was this? oh my god, sheโs crying? because youโre crying? sheโs in deepp๐ญ. keeps her tears to her self and apologises to you and you make sure to tease her because you saw those tears!!
โ bertolt hoover
crying with you. not in a way that would steal any attention from you or what he did to make you cry, he really tried to stop himself but after trying to not cry and apologise, he breaks down and now youโre both crying. a lot of โiโm sorryโ and โi love youโ, โi wonโt do that againโs are being thrown around and itโs just an adorable sobbing, loving mess.
โ levi ackerman
errrmmm, itโs kind of tough for him. heโs been very desensitised to mostly everything, even horrid things like people being eaten alive by titans, literally watching them be ripped limb from limb yk? the usual stuff! anyways, he does feel bad though because of course, he loves you. and he never wants to hurt you or be the cause of your pain so, he does apologise even if it doesnโt sound very normal coming from his mouth, lol.
โ erwin smith
he feels bad, of course. heโs a very respectable, normal man so, as any other person, heโll apologise for making you feel that way, say he wonโt do it again, say he loves you and move on with his day.
โ hange zoรซ
NOOOO THEY CANT BELIEVE THEYVE DONE THIS!! tragedy has struck ๐. they will do everything in their power to make it up to you, they will do a simple, straightforward and sincere apologise HOWEVER, afterwards theyโll do something extra for you, just as a cherry on top like, a candle lit dinner in your house or something along those lines ^o^.
Tags:ย Eren x gn!Reader, Oneshot, After S4, Somewhat Angsty, Reminiscing On The Past, Second Person POV, Aftermath, Unrequited Love (Except You Just Never Had The Chance To Confess)
Warnings: None
But I'll soon forget the colour of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.
PTV inspired because of that one theory that Eren's eye colour always changes in the anime since Armin is the narrator and is forgetting what they look like. But what about your perspective?
guess yall could say he... collided with the sky? LMFAO
You'reย not so sure. You weren't so sure when you forgot - when you forgot how his brows would pucker at the mention of titans, or how you could glimpse sparkles of gold when the warmth of the sun glistened across his skin just so.
His tawny complexion was speckled in freckles, youth carved into his features andย demeanour irrespective ofย what he'd been through. There was something so utterly childish about him, and his ardent enthusiasm drove you up the wall. How could someone like him dream big but see so small?
Maybe that's why you fell for Eren Yeagar: he had a drive and a purpose, even if it was a suicidal one, as Jean would call it. He was belligerent and awkward, yet despite his abrasiveness, he loved profoundly for those he knew.
You were no exception.
At fifteen, you two clashed endlessly about every. Little. Thing. Contrary toย what Eren would claimย about you being obnoxious, he'd do it in order to capture your attention, and you'd do itย deliberately to rile him up. One-upmanship in the ranks, continual sparring in training until you were exhausted beyond belief.
Jumping into crazy competitions and cursing each other out amid teamwork-assigned missions. Lord knows why you two were constantly pairedย together. That was simply how both of you were: two adolescents who were unfamiliar with how to express their emotions like other teenagers.
You despised the way his nose scrunchedย when he was determined, and how that dumb gold key dangled around his neck as a symbol of freedom. You two were far from normal, but who else in the corps knew what normalcy was?
Everyone allowed you two bicker like that, because at least even when surrounded by death and fighting, they could count on the simplicity of your relationship with Eren to remind them how you all still had your humanity.
There was one particular night when the two of you had accidentally snuck out past curfew at the same time, and instead of clawing the otherโs eyes out, you made pictures out of the constellations and talked about what you hoped for the future.
At sixteen, he grew his hair out, and perhaps one could concede that he looked...ย pretty with it. Eren was a touch dishevelled, but being boisterous and imperfect was not unusual for him. You hated how unfair it was how this boy could be so beautiful.
You used to muss Eren'sย hair and make fun of him, but after theย discovery ofย Marley, you became less unkind. The key aroundย his neck had no longer represented freedom, but rather oppression. You attempted to ignore it, instead concentrating on the head it was attached to.
Eren was still an emotional skip fire, of course, but you could see something had shifted in him. But he was still Eren, and despite the external changes thrust ontoย you, he remained the same on the inside. A reliable constant.
Eren was reliable. Mostly.
At seventeen, that was undoubtedly the very last time you beheld the beautiful hazel-eyed boy you'd met and fallen in love with. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and you can still recognizeย that Eren is there, but he appearedย to be inhabited by another completely.
He steadfastly refuses to let you reach him, but remnants of him are still present. He's just not as angry, loud, or opinionated as he was during training days. There were nights when you'd stargaze together as you used to, pretending to be foolishly young and dreaming on fallen stars.
He shifted at the age of eighteen. You, like everyone else, hung onto recollections of who he was. Were you stupid for scanning those blue pools of his, hoping that you might catch a glimpse of the old him? Probably. Eren made you feel silly at times, but not in the same way he did when you were younger.
This time, it was genuine. As opposed to your infantile bickering, he'd said things to hurt you on purpose. At least when you were younger, your bickering had heldย an endearing tone. Now his tone was just devoid of any sort of passion.
That's why, at nineteen, you couldn't bring yourself to despise the man he'd grown into. Because how could you? You were so deeply in love with him, so devoted, that you were unable to wrench your gaze away from him even as he ventured further from what you knew to be the right path. And that was meant to be with you.
If the eyes are the window to the soul, thenย why did his stare back at yours, so grey and lifeless?
If the key represented oppression, letting Eren's head roll was the key to freedom. You had cradled his head in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably because this boy, yourย dumb, beautiful boy, had given his life for his idiotic dreamย at your hands.
Because, perhapsย after all, his lunacy was a constant in your life amidst the chaos of war, and being slainย by you was one last selfish wish. To be just another set of bones to be laid to rest.
Itโd been awhile since you visited his grave, the old age getting to you. You caressed the engraved stone, reminiscing again โ forever left to grapple with your unresolved feelings towards him, forever nineteen. You wonder what he might look like if you could have grown old together.
You've forgotten what the colour of Eren's eyes are.
Eren was hesitant for you to find out he was a Titan, not wanting to scare you off. The feeling he developed for you were strong and he didnโt want to risk losing you.
But the moment you saw Eren in his Titan form, you were in amazement. How many meters tall he was, how he had such control over it. You were alone with him in outskirts of the wall, surrounded by woods, but you werenโt afraid. You knew if another Titan showed up, Eren would keep you safe.
โBeautiful,โ you murmured, still gazing up at the large titan; your boyfriend.
Eren didnโt stay in his Titan form for long, not wanting to risk drawing attention, so you hung back and watched as he fell the ground, it shaking beneath your feet. Smoke bellowed from the nape of the titans neck to where Eren pulled himself out. He made it clear not to touch him right away because typically his skin was hot and he didnโt want you to hurt yourself.
You swallowed, heart thundering in your chest, and watched as he slowly descended down the now decaying corpse of his titan, Eren standing in front of you in normal height.
โHi,โ he spoke, nervous. He was waiting for you to run off, afraid, and never speak to him again.
โHi,โ you said, repeating him. โThat was-.โ
โScary. Fucked up.โ
You immediately shook your head, taking a step towards him. โBeautiful.โ
Eren gave a small smile. โReally? Youโre not afraid.โ
โNot at all.โ
You looked him over needing to make sure he was in fact back to his human form and in one piece. When your eyes lingered on the marks around his eyes, you sucked in a breath.
Immediatly he knew why and shrugged. โNot sure why I get them. We call them Titan Marks.โ
Eren was ashamed of them because he let his long hair fail into his face as a way to hide them. So you finally closed the distance and rested your hands on his chest.
โTheyโre beautiful. Youโre beautiful.โ
You kept saying that word, beautiful, cause itโs the only way you could describe him. Eren was beautiful, in his human form and his titan form.
Slowly, your hands raised up towards his face, hesitating only for a moment over the Titan marks. Not because you were afraid to touch them but because of the small intake of breath which caught in Erens throat.
โNo oneโs ever touched them,โ he whispered.
You hummed, a quiet noise, and then gingerly ran your fingers over his Titan marks. You gasped at how they felt under the tips of your fingers. His eyes fluttered shut, hands resting on your hips tightly so you could leave. Eren kept you flushed against him, needing to feel your body in such an intimate moment.
You continued to brush your fingers over every line and groove of his marks as they slowly began to fade into his skin. Every stoke of your fingers over the marks made him whimper.
โI know I keep saying this but youโre so beautiful, Eren. Every single part of you and I love you even more,โ you proclaimed.
He held onto your wrist as he placed four kisses on the inside of your palm, a silent I love you too.
Eren was hesitant for you to find out he was a Titan, not wanting to scare you off. The feeling he developed for you were strong and he didnโt want to risk losing you.
But the moment you saw Eren in his Titan form, you were in amazement. How many meters tall he was, how he had such control over it. You were alone with him in outskirts of the wall, surrounded by woods, but you werenโt afraid. You knew if another Titan showed up, Eren would keep you safe.
โBeautiful,โ you murmured, still gazing up at the large titan; your boyfriend.
Eren didnโt stay in his Titan form for long, not wanting to risk drawing attention, so you hung back and watched as he fell the ground, it shaking beneath your feet. Smoke bellowed from the nape of the titans neck to where Eren pulled himself out. He made it clear not to touch him right away because typically his skin was hot and he didnโt want you to hurt yourself.
You swallowed, heart thundering in your chest, and watched as he slowly descended down the now decaying corpse of his titan, Eren standing in front of you in normal height.
โHi,โ he spoke, nervous. He was waiting for you to run off, afraid, and never speak to him again.
โHi,โ you said, repeating him. โThat was-.โ
โScary. Fucked up.โ
You immediately shook your head, taking a step towards him. โBeautiful.โ
Eren gave a small smile. โReally? Youโre not afraid.โ
โNot at all.โ
You looked him over needing to make sure he was in fact back to his human form and in one piece. When your eyes lingered on the marks around his eyes, you sucked in a breath.
Immediatly he knew why and shrugged. โNot sure why I get them. We call them Titan Marks.โ
Eren was ashamed of them because he let his long hair fail into his face as a way to hide them. So you finally closed the distance and rested your hands on his chest.
โTheyโre beautiful. Youโre beautiful.โ
You kept saying that word, beautiful, cause itโs the only way you could describe him. Eren was beautiful, in his human form and his titan form.
Slowly, your hands raised up towards his face, hesitating only for a moment over the Titan marks. Not because you were afraid to touch them but because of the small intake of breath which caught in Erens throat.
โNo oneโs ever touched them,โ he whispered.
You hummed, a quiet noise, and then gingerly ran your fingers over his Titan marks. You gasped at how they felt under the tips of your fingers. His eyes fluttered shut, hands resting on your hips tightly so you could leave. Eren kept you flushed against him, needing to feel your body in such an intimate moment.
You continued to brush your fingers over every line and groove of his marks as they slowly began to fade into his skin. Every stoke of your fingers over the marks made him whimper.
โI know I keep saying this but youโre so beautiful, Eren. Every single part of you and I love you even more,โ you proclaimed.
He held onto your wrist as he placed four kisses on the inside of your palm, a silent I love you too.
post war!mikasa ackerman headcanons โฑ angst with comfort, grieving ห.โฆ
post war!mikasa ackerman who spends the first months after the rumbling living alone before realizing that she can't. Her pain and grief is too unbearable to be alone, her mind goes fast to places it shouldn't go and it feels like her loneliness is killing her from inside out.
post war!mikasa ackerman who practically begs you to live with her, to share a nice cottage close to the river, with a big forest and good ground to harvest.
post war!mikasa ackerman who cries when you tell her that she didn't need to beg and that you'll move in with her that very night. You don't have much belongings so everything fits in a suitcase that Mikasa insists on carrying.
post war!mikasa ackerman whose house isn't dirty or unorganized, but you can see the grief and sadness in its walls. Paintings and shelves with dust, the garden unattended and barely any food in the kitchen. You don't mention anything, you leave your things in your room and wait until tomorrow when she leaves to run some errands.
post war!mikasa ackerman who arrives a few hours later, the house cleaner and smelling better than ever, everything feels cleaner and easier to breath. "How do I thank you?" she tells you, leaving the bags of food and drinks by the kitchen door. "Please tell me." You smile sweetly, grabbing one of her hands and pushing the kitchen door open. "Let's cook together."
post war!mikasa ackerman who helps you like she can, she's never been a good cook but you teach her how to cut carrots correctly and how to crack an egg without the shell falling into the mixture.
post war!mikasa ackerman who sees the little smile on your face and doesn't understand how you are the same woman you fought beside her on the rumbling, how you were there too and you didn't relive it every night.
post war!mikasa ackerman who's been trying to be quieter during nights, she doesn't want to scare you with her nightmares or crying. She wants you to be at peace so she can be too.
post war!mikasa ackerman who, the first time you slip into her room and sit on the edge of her bed without a word, she freezes. But you just stay there, humming an old melody from your childhood days until her breathing evens out. She doesn't thank you out loud.
post war!mikasa ackerman who starts leaving little things for you in return. A perfectly sharpened knife on the counter, fresh flowers from the forest placed in a jar by your window, her own blanket draped over your chair when the evenings get cold. She never makes a big deal of it. It's her quiet way of saying stay.
post war!mikasa ackerman who begins to smile more when you two work in the garden together. Her hands are still the strongest you've ever seen, but now they move gently through the soil, planting vegetables. You catch her watching you sometimes when she thinks you're not looking, a soft confusion in her face because she can't figure out why your presence makes the heavy ache in her chest feel a little lighter.
post war!mikasa ackerman who tells you about Eren one rainy afternoon while you're both drying dishes. Her voice cracks only once. she doesn't cry, but her fingers tremble around the plate. You listen without trying to fix it, nodding and saying "I know" when the silence stretches too long. After that day, she starts seeking you out more, sitting closer on the porch swing, her shoulder brushing yours as the sun sets over the river.
post war!mikasa ackerman who realizes one quiet evening that she has been waiting for your footsteps every time you leave the house. The cottage feels too empty without you now. She watches you laugh at something silly she said (a rare comment that she didn't even realized it was funny) and feels her heart do a painful flip. It's not the fierce love she once knew. This one is gentler, scarier in its own way.
post war!mikasa ackerman who still has bad days where the grief sits on her heavy, but now she lets you pull her into a hug instead of pulling away. Your arms around her feel safe. she buries her face in your shoulder and breathes you in, the scent of fresh bread and home. She doesn't say i love you yet. The words feel too big, too soon. But she holds you a little tighter each time, hoping you understand what she can't voice.
post war!mikasa ackerman who falls asleep on your lap one night after a particularly hard day, her hair spilling across your thighs as the fire crackles softly. You stroke her head carefully, heart aching with both sadness and warmth. She looks peaceful like this, the lines of constant pain smoothed out. There will be more nightmares, more heavy silences, more bittersweet memories of a boy she loved and lost. But in this small cottage by the river, with the forest whispering outside, she's starting to believe she can carry it all without breaking. Maybe she can even learn to love again.
a/n: mikasa ackerman you're so dear to me<3
art by mochikuyo on x
Eren Yeager, having to deal with a jealous brother. ห เฃชโน Eren Yeager x reader!ackerman
Being an Ackerman brought her many responsibilities, even so young. It was his first official "mission" without his brother by his side, to help in the arrival of Shiganshina refugees. And it was from that day that you had to put up with an older brother, jealous Levi Ackerman.
โThe bratโ You heard Levi scream from the kitchen, and he soon appeared at the door of your room โIs your boyfriend going to have lunch here? Or with the cadets?โ
Eren put his hand on his thigh, lying next to him on the bed, and Levi raised an eyebrow.
โGet your hand out of there, kid!โ He threw the spoon at Eren who turned away laughing.
โNo need to be jealous Captain Levi, I'm not going to steal your sister... well, I'll tryโ Yeager provoked, and received a curse from Levi who left the room and went back to the kitchen.
โฐโโค TIME BREAK
The three of you were sitting at the table for one more meal a day. Eren ate calmly next to him while Levi was in front of you two, and didn't even pinch the food, looking with a deadly look at Eren.
โI don't want the bedroom door closed while he's hereโ Levi said, finally touching his food.
โYou talk as if he wasn't here, Leโ You grumbled taking a tablespoon to your mouth.
โYou know that the door open or closed doesn't stop me from doing anything, right?โ Eren blurted out, and you felt your cheeks burn.
โOh, so you mean you two do things?โ Levi squeezed the spoon in his hand, the knots getting totally white.
โN-no, brother!โ You kicked Eren under the table โHe just didn't know how to express himself very well!โ
โI knew how to express myself correctlyโ He looked at you with an innocent look, not realizing the level of trouble he was getting into.
โThat's enough!โ Levi punched the table, making the plates and glasses shake โYeager, get out of my house!โ
โBrother, no-โ
โShut upโ He got up going to the door opening it.
Eren sighed when he realized what he had done, and looked at you with guilt, getting up and walking out of the house. Levi slammed the door hard and passed by you, annoyed.
After a few hours, Levi knocked on your bedroom door calmly and you told him to come in. Already dressed in the sleepwear. You were lying down, enjoying the silence. He sat next to her and poked her lower back with his fingertip.
โHey, little oneโ His deep voice called her โLook, I know I was very rude, but I need you to understand me. I thought a little and realized that it's no use arresting you if you're going to do it hidden, so just live. And please, no babies for nowโ
You sat on the bed, quickly, and felt the pressure drop a little.
โLevi!โ You felt your face heat up with shame and a low giggle echoed through the small room of your room.
โWho laughed?โ Levi stood up, looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side โI can't believe it.โ
Levi opened the closet door and a disheveled Eren, red face and red lips (because of the kisses you were exchanging) fell out.
โWHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?โ
โ Do not repost or translate! ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE!
Check out the additional designs of Erwin, Jean, Reiner and Bertholdt from my friend here!
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@suniverse-art and I got hit with the AU beam and this is the result! The Navi are so weird to draw it took me a minute or 5 to get used to their odd facial structure LOL.
Some ideas me and the bestie had were that the Marlian (Marleyan?) titan shifters were avatar drivers on an infiltration assignment from the chain of command from the human settlement on Pandora. Each avatar is given a tracker in their left arm and then a brand of the human coalition on top to solidify the skin to make it harder for the tracker to be removed and to mark their company property.
The Eldians are the native Navi, the tribe of the scouts from the show being lead by their chief Erwin. (Which Suni drew and he looks SO FOINE go see it when she posts. They live on top of a dense deposits of ice burst stone, which is a resource the Marley agency wants to get their hands on. Their avatars were assigned to pretend to be the last of a tribe that was recently decimated by the humans and to seek refuge in Erwin's tribe.
I like to think that Pieck would take to avatar driving like a fish to water, and that Zeke would grieve his beard (since I don't think any Navi have facial hair???) I also designed Pieck, Eren, Zeke and Armins markings after their titan forms/titan markings. It was a lot of fun!!
can't seem to get levi out of my head, so here are some musings before i sleep.
โญ๏ธ generally i feel like he stays away from the idea of sex/masturbation because of his past, and i can't imagine he could see it in a positive light if it was just up to him. he'd probably see it as a practical thing at first, like just a method to make kids, nothing more. but then he meets you.
โญ๏ธ it's unnatural for levi to feel desire, to crave another. he flinches at your touch in the beginning, because it's foreign to him. he's ashamed of his body's reactions to you, the way his breath hitches when you make eye contact, or the tent that forms in his pants when you're in his arms.
โญ๏ธ of course, the captain takes extraordinary care of himself, he's perfectly groomed and tidy, but he doesn't know much about looking after his needs.
โญ๏ธ all his life, levi has seen his body as a weapon and nothing more, but you treat it like a temple. your sweet caresses, your gentle kisses, it's more than he thinks he deserves. major impostor syndrome in your relationship, he feels out of place.
โญ๏ธ levi keeps his lewd thoughts to himself, maybe even believing that fantasizing about his lover is a bad thing, so he'd be hesitant to share his thoughts. he's very respectful towards women so the last thing he'd ever want to do is objectify you.
โญ๏ธ he is also very conscious of the way some women get mistreated in relationships, so he'd happily comply with all your requests, but restrain himself from asking you for much, especially in the context of sex. he'd do anything you asked him to, but it would be incredibly difficult for him to initiate it.
โญ๏ธ sweet thing doesn't know how to hold himself back, probably cums way too quick. but hey, you're fucking humanity's strongest soldier; the man can go more than one round. and he's trying so desperately not to get addicted to you, but he swears he's never felt this good in his life.
โญ๏ธ he's not big on pet names but likes when you say his name, it kinda breaks down that impostor syndrome and keeps him grounded in the moment.
โญ๏ธ and so, when you finally do have sex, he's not nonchalant about it. he holds your hand if you ride, lets you kiss him, talks you through things even if he doesn't know what he's doing. i love levi ackerman thank you goodnight
Imagine the first time Levi tells the kids that he's proud of them.
It'd be months after the war ended. Despite him retiring, the 104th kids still loved him and respected him, so he never had to be alone. There would always be someone popping by his house. Armin coming by for advice. Connie dropping by with his favourite tea. Jean visiting to rant to him about all the extra work he has to do now that he was a higher rank and a peace ambassador. Mikasa doesn't show up though, she never does.
Mikasa is the only one Levi attempts to keep in contact with. He sends her letters once a month, asking how she is. She doesn't respond, but that doesn't make him stop, just as the brats don't either.
One night, they invite him to a drink. And Levi, reluctantly, shows up.
Levi, as he is, acts indifferent to the kids and their unconditional affection for him, often acting annoyed when they show up. Even though he appreciates it greatly. And the kids know that too, so their previous Captain's unenthusiastic greetings never bothers them.
As the lot of them bicker and banter and argue, Levi watches quietly, sipping on his drink. He had been silent, as he usually is, not speaking a single word throughout the night except to order his drink and answer Armin's small talk. Connie and Jean are unbelievably noisy, both arguing over something intensely as Armin kept trying to calm them down. Usually, they'd try to be quieter in Levi's presence. They wouldn't admit it, but they were still lowkey afraid of the cold man. But tonight, they had enough to drink, and they were rowdy as fuck.
It was loud, louder than Levi would ever tolerate usually either, but he had enough to drink as well and so surprisingly it doesn't bother him as much as it would have. Instead of telling them to shut up, he listens to them absentmindedly.
"Oy, you dumbass!" He barks, "No one's going to agree with your stupid plan. You're gonna set a freaking world war again!" Connie, pissed by his interruption, jumps back to yelling at Jean again.
"So ask Captain!" Connie says loudly, "he'd agree with me! Right, captain Levi?" He turns to look at him hopefully. Levi was not listening at all. He doesn't even know what he's asking about. He stares at Connie blankly as Jean retaliates.
"..you guys.." Armin tries weekly, though his voice is meek and barely audible under the loud voices. He glanced at Levi warily, as if scared the captain was going to lose his temper.
But Levi wasn't angry. He was only mildly surprised.
"Hey, you lot..." He spoke quietly.
On cue, the bickering stopped, both Jean and Connie shutting their mouth and snapping their heads toward him, suddenly scared that they had crossed the line. But Levi only looked at them.
"Why do you still call me captain anyways," He asks, a frown on his face as he watches them with a quiet curiosity, "I haven't been that for a long time."
At this, the others fell silent. This was the last question they had expected him to ask. They glanced at each other uncomfortably, trying to figure out what to say. But what were they even supposed to answer to a question like that?
Connie and Armin muttered out soft noises of agreement. Levi stared at them for a second, his mouth slightly parted. He blinked, comsidering their words, thinking.
Jean was the first one to recover. "Sorry, cap," He grins, casually leaning back on his chair with his arms folded behind his head. "Once a captain, always a captain."
Once a captain, always a captain, huh?
Even with a fucked leg and one less eye?
He sighs. Then suddenly, look at Connie and ask, "What were you asking about?"
Connie, unable to believe his luck, stuttered for a few seconds. Then he rushed to elaborate his previous question, excitedly elaborating the point he'd referred to which was about a negotiation deal he'd suggested for the peace alliance between Marley and Paradis. And to no surprise, as Jean had said, it was horrible.
"Absolutely not," He started shaking his head before Connie could even finish, scowling disapprovingly. "Jean's right. Are you trying to start a global war again?"
Jean was absolutely gleeful. Not only had the captain directly acknowledged him, but also agreed with him. He shot a shit-eating grin at Connie who pouted. Meanwhile, Armin took the chance. It was so rare for Levi to ever join in conversations, he wanted to make the most of it. He leaned forward, his blue eyes gleaming. "What do you think about it anyways, captain Levi?" He asks eagerly. "About the peace alliance?"
Levi stared at him for a few seconds, watching the blonde boy's face light up with excitement as he waited for his response.
Suddenly, that's when it hit him. How important he was to these boys.
He thought he had lost everything when Hange and Erwin died, when the war was over, when he could no longer even stand up without a wheelchair and had to retire. He had spent days, wondering what was it, that he was still living for, what was the point of all of it? Nobody needed him anymore. Who was he if not humanity's strongest?
But he was here now, with a bunch of annoying brats who don't care that he's old and crippled, who respected him just as they had at the very beginning. They have come so far now, he thinks, further than he ever did. Then he ever could. They have changed the world. Armin was the literal commander, while he was nothing. But he still wanted acknowledgment from a man who cannot even walk on his own.
He smiled. Just barely. When had they grown so much?
It was a strange feeling, a feeling he had felt many times, though never as strongly as he did then. He felt pride. He was proud of them. Of each of them. Proud that they were his boys. Annoying fucking brats, but his boys nevertheless.
He leaned forward, reaching out to put a hand over Armin's head. Without a word, he ruffled his soft blonde hair fondly and Armin stilled, impossibly rigid, and so does the others. His soft, surprised blue eyes meet Levi's softer gray ones.
"You've done well," He tells him, his voice so gentle, uncharacteristically so. He looked at the others, "You two as well," He tells Connie and Jean, who gapes, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"I'm proud of you. All of you." He says quietly. "Thank you,"
Then, he stood up, grabbed his crutch and limped off. The boys watched him confusedly, but no one stops him. They're too baffled to even speak, let alone move. Levi exits the room, and just as he does, he heard them break into murmers.
"What the fuck?" Jean was saying, struggling to get out the words, "What the fuck?"
Meanwhile, Armin sat quietly. He hadn't moved an inch. He sat in his seat completely still, still struggling to process what just happened. Jean and Connie nudged him warily, to which eh stirred slightly.
"Is his drink spiked?" Connie asks, grabbing the glass Levi had been drinking from, peering closely at the content.
"...huh?" He mumbles, his gaze unfocused.
"Nah man for real, life is so fucking unfair," Connie joins in, draping a hand over his eyes.
"You lucky bastard," Jean groans, "Why did it have to be you?"
Levi watches. He doesn't leave. He can't bring himself to leave. He leans on the doorstep, just out of view, but he's there. He listens as Connie says something and Jean bursts into laughter, Armin still stuttering over his words. He could see them from here, just a glimpse, but it's enough to make him stay.
There was a tight knot in his chest. As he was looking at them, he could almost see the others. Eren with his stupid temper and Mikasa trying to calm him down. He could almost picture Sasha gobbling down something greedily, completely unaware of the conversations going on the table. Historia would be there as well, sitting in a corner by herself, watching them with wide, curious eyes.
But there were others too. He saw Hange in there as well. They're totally drunk and giggling uncontrollably as Moblit tries to take the bottle away from them. Erwin watches them with amusement while Mike looks unamused, Nanaba was laughing her head off. They're younger here, unscathed. Hange has their eyes and Erwin has his arm. They looked happy, less tired, like they had no worries at all anymore. A scene from a life he had lost so long ago.
He sucked in a deep breath. It was loud enough for Armin to hear him. He turns around, his eyes finding Levi's.
Erwin and his blue eyes.
But when their eyes locked, he couldn't see Armin anymore. There was Erwin instead.
A/N: um hey guys, this is my first post on this acc. This idea struck me at 3 in the morning and i had to write it. Tbh im highkey geeked out, so sorry if this is terrible ๐ Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Tags: Fluff, Voice lines
Characters: Phainon, Jing Yuan, Anaxa, Aventurine
โ Phainon:
About [Y/N]: Oh, you want to know about [Y/N]? I must warn you, once I start, I won't stop. Here's a fun thing, they once told me they wanted to taste the water in the Vortex of Genesis! Actually... Don't tell them I told you this, I prefer not to be scolded by my lover...
โ Jing Yuan:
About [Y/N]: I assume Yanqing has already told you about them? Mmm, that kid has taken a liking to them quicker than I thought. It's expected, [Y/N]'s virtuous traits cannot be ignored easily, perhaps that's what made me fall for them in the first place. Oh? You look surprised, did I break a news to you?
โ Anaxa:
About [Y/N]: An intriguing question you pose. Although I believed being a scholar means having a little to no space for romance, [Y/N] has proven me wrong. And I must say it has caught my eyes and heart. Only they're the one strong enough to put up with one of the Seven Sages.
โ Aventurine:
About [Y/N]: My, my, what's with the sudden questions about [Y/N]? But I'll humor you this once. [Y/N] is quite the impossible bet to place, the outcome is almost never predictable. One slip up and you may lose it all. Though, I must say, I've hit the jackpot on that wager. I advice you to be careful with their heart, just like I am.
