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2013 2023

[simplemoonk]

Impact - CH 2

Reach CH 1 here, also it is on Ao3!

The next day I was walking in the MPs headquarters with a newfound bounciness on my feet. I had partied the night away with my squad. Finn and Gerald were the more enthusiastic ones since they blamed themselves for being late when Kai and Nick had tried to assassinate me. They were supposed to be quicker than Smith and his men since if they could be the ones that save my life Harold would let them stay in his mansion and in turn, they would help me to find the documents he had got arrested for. Nick and Kai, being bought up by the MPs to play that part were now moving far away from Wall Sina, pockets full of money. Harold on the other hand was awaiting trial. But that was not a topic I would like to dwell on. Especially when my head was turning with victory. As I came to stand in front of the Commander’s door, I smiled slightly at the guards waiting on his door and knocked down twice.

“Come in,” I let myself in when heard Nile’s permission. He was sitting on his big desk, head buried in parchments and a distressed look on his face. He left his eyes to look at me.

“Hello commander,” I greeted him giddily. He didn’t smile causing my own smile to fall from my face.

“What is wrong?” He tried to smile at my question as if to reassure me but I could see the way he tried to hide his flinch.

“Nile? What is wrong?” I demanded more sternly and he got out of his seat, holding his hands up as if in surrender.

“Now, don’t get mad,” he started but I had already started doing so. This couldn’t be good.

“I talked to the superiors this morning, and they didn’t seem to approve your promotion nor your application for other missions.” All the happiness I had been feeling since yesterday night evaporated. I watched as Nile’s face crumped at the sight of my own. He murmured my name as he took a step toward me. “No, I – wait, why not?” I hated the way my voice came out, but my throat had closed off and I wanted answers quickly, I didn’t have the patience to wait to calm down. I had worked my ass off for this for years.

“Please, calm down.” Nile urged me but shut his mouth when I shot him a glare. He sighed.

“I will talk to them, yeah? We will work this out, I promise. I will do everything in my power to get you what you deserved.”

“One would suppose you have enough power to do so since you are the commander,” I spitted out, and even though I instantly regretted bringing his powerlessness toward the higher-ups – being the inner circle of the King – I didn’t let it stop me from lashing out.

“You know things are not working like that,” Nile said, now cold and annoyed.

“And you know I’m trying to change all this!” I said, barely keeping my voice down. My arms flared around me as he looked at me as if I was nine years old. “You can’t change things with the snap of your fingers; you should have learned that already,”

“How dare you? Snap of my fingers?! – I work day and night so that the terrible reputation MPs get would be renewed!”

“I know,” he said, softening. “And you did a good job. The heroics of MPs are the only thing people are talking about since yesterday.” I didn’t say anything as I was trying to swallow the frustrated tears back. Thankfully, I had mastered keeping a cold façade. Still, Nile came closer to me and encircled me in his arms.

“I appreciate the things you have done. I’m proud of you, I really do. And I will get that promotion for you. Okay?” he said as he was hugging me. I only nodded as I couldn’t bring myself to speak and hugged my brother back. Even if we both didn’t quite believe that he would be able to do what he had promised.

It took four strolls on the ground to calm my boiling blood. Still, I had to think something else because as soon as I started thinking about the unfairness of it all I started fuming all over again; especially since all I was trying to do was to clear the corrupt name of the MPs. I entered the room that was assigned to store the junk we had found in Harold’s mansion. After yesterday the place was busting with boxes, documents, and old-looking family heirlooms. My squad was already in the room. Investigating the objects.

“Anything useful?” I watched as Finn and Gerald jumped, Fran the only other woman in the squad beside me casually turned to greet me with a smile. “You cannot believe the evidence we have found. Even the King himself couldn’t get the man out of rope,” Finn said after clearing his throat, trying to hide the way I caught him off-guard.

“But you already know this, captain!” Gerald added. I only smiled as I took a seat beside Fran. I knew Harold was a horrid excuse of a human. Still, he had never shown that side of him to me explicitly. He was always kind, generous, and loving. My head was having a hard time trying to connect the two very opposite sides of this same man.

“We also found some old relics that were probably stolen from churches of Sina, back in the day,” Gerald said a few moments later, tilting his head toward the table on my left. A shiny grey vase was sitting on top of it.

“We should add smuggling in his case,” Finn said as he took a pen in his hand as if to readying himself to do just that.

“First we need to prove it was stolen, dumbass,” Fran said across the table we were sitting on. “I also found some old books about the world beyond the Walls,” Gerald told me after rolling his eyes as Fran and Finn started bickering as usual. I smiled at them as I had missed them over the months I was undercover before turning my attention to Gerald.

“Let me see,” I said and he placed the books in my open hands. They were heavier than they looked. “Could we add possession of illegal books to his case?” Fran asked leaving Finn in middle-argument.

“Is it really illegal though?” Finn asked.

“What do you mean?” Gerald turned him with a lifted eyebrow.

“I mean I always thought everyone has those in their homes. We used to have one.”

“You shouldn’t say that in public,” Fran said with laughter in her voice. Finn shrugged a shoulder and turned his attention to me.

“What about you, captain? Did you have one in your family home?”

“I believe I teach you better in the art of elicitation,” I told him dryly as I passed the pages of the book. In the periphery of my eye, I saw Gerald smack Finn’s arm, what kind of a question was that, idiot? I tuned them out as I looked at the pictures in the book. I hadn’t need to read the information written neatly beside them as I had already read this book before.

The first time I encountered a book about the outside world I had only been ten. They were stacked on the back of a remote shelf on the bookcase in my father’s study. I doubted he ever opened the cover of any of them. I thought he only had them to prove that he could, to feel powerful. I remembered the times I snuck out of my bed at night to read them for hours on end. Terrified at the thought of being caught, delighted to be doing something that is forbidden, and cold with only my night garments on in the frozen nights of a particularly harsh winter. I remembered how I tried to pinpoint the edges of the world by looking at the sky, day and night. How it seemed to me that it was clear that there was more land than we had within the walls. Wondered what was beyond them. Fascinated by the ideas in these books. I wanted to get out of my home. I wanted to get out of Wall Sina. I wanted to get out of the walls altogether. Feeling the need to fight to achieve this end. The need to eliminate the threats to my freedom. The need to fight titans to gain exactly that. Instead, I chose to join the stuffy Military Police, believing that to gain the freedom I desperately craved, I had to resolve the issues from within. Believing that I could regenerate the legion.

Or maybe I just made myself believe all those things because I was too much of a coward to go against the wishes of my family.

I slammed the book shut with frustration, and threw it to the side. My squad went silent around me.

“Let’s get serious,” I said as an explanation, and they went back to work without any comment on my part. As the day ended, the case we were gathering against Harold was now six pages long, we got to our feet, calling the day’s end. And as my whole squad was quitting the room, their attentions were elsewhere, I slipped the book inside my shirt, securing it around my belts. Harold already had enough to get charged with a lifetime six times. A few illegal books missing wouldn’t affect his case even in the slightest.

A week had passed before Nile went to another meeting with ‘the higher-ups’. I spent my days training myself, training my squad, and polishing the case against Harold. It was now fifteen pages long, and with every new sentence we got to add, I felt my stomach convulsed with nausea. I spent months with this man. I let him hold me. I kissed him. I nearly gagged. I punched the bag in front of me harder. Trying to apply as much force as I could so that I wouldn’t have to think about Nile and higher-ups, the promotion I needed to take a step further in my plans to renovate the Military Police, Harold, and all the horrid things he had done, and only focused on the pain on my hands, my arms, my shoulders. Drops of sweat trailed down my face, and the roots of my hair were soaking wet. I only stopped when my shoulder cramped so badly that I was sure I had dislocated it. It took five minutes for me to be able to start moving it again. Even then, it was sore and aching. I gave up and hit the showers.

Under the spraying warm water, I massaged my shoulder before rubbing my skin with flowery soaps. Although I didn’t feel up to it I scrubbed my skin with heavenly scented oils, a habit I had gained during my time in my old family house in Wall Sina. I towel-dried my hair and tried to shape it with my fingers. When I was satisfied and couldn’t help the anticipation anymore I got out of the showers to go wait for Nile.

In his office, I invited myself to use his coffee stash and had my coffee with a bit of milk with no sugar. The warm drink calmed my nerves a bit and for that, I was grateful. I was going through his library when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked to the side, to the door, to see who it was. Nile entered the room and saw me instantly. My stomach dropped from the solemn look on his face. But maybe he was fooling me, right? As a prank, like he liked to do when we were children. He liked pulling on unnecessary, and unfunny, pranks on me. That might be a prank too… right? He looked me dead in the eyes.

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing he said.

“Be honest,” I said inviting him to quit if he was joking around. He smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said again and opened up his arms for me to walk in. I kissed him on the cheek and went out of the door. His arms remained open and empty.

My unicorn-embodied cloak was fluttering behind me as I was walking toward the commander’s office. The soldiers around me were looking at me with suspicious eyes. Out of all the people in the Walls, soldiers or civilians, the corps was the most irritated ones toward MPs. I tried to rationalize to myself that it is with a good reason.

“Commander is waiting for you,” said a dark-haired soldier, a hand on the doorknob of the commander’s office. I thanked him with a smile and he opened the door for me. His hair was as nice combed as it was the first time I had seen him. I wondered how much time he spent on it each day. He was standing in front of his desk, arms folded behind his back. I noticed the two men, Miche and Levi, were in the room as well as a woman with glasses. The commander smiled kindly.

“Captain. I didn’t expect to see you,” he said as a way of greeting, “Would you like to sit down?”

“No, I don’t,” I said, suddenly irritated as I remembered the night they interfere with my operation though they might have a good reason. “You almost ruined months’ worth of operation,” I couldn’t help but said to him since I wanted to make him feel bad. Though I had my doubts that he was capable. He smiled that annoying smile of his again.

“My apologies. Although I really did believe your life was in jeopardy.” This time it was me who smiled.

“I never doubted that you did think that. However, I find it hard to believe that you happened to learn about the assassination plan that night and not days before.” Something shone in his eyes but before he could answer the short man, Levi – I reminded myself, cut in.

“Tch. Did you really come all this way to share your ridiculous speculations? Is it that hard to thank us for saving your ass?” I kept my eye level on the commander’s height and looked around. As the short captain appear in my periphery, my eyes went over his head just to return back and down.

“Oh! Here you are! I wondered where the voice was coming from!” I said overly cheerful and saw the woman in glasses snap her head between the two of us as if to watch a tennis match that I had seen once the nobility played when I was a child.

“Very clever. Never heard of that before,” Captain Levi deadpanned with arms folded over his chest.

"Voices might not reach down there,” I mumbled and his eyes narrowed dangerously. We both turned when the commander cleared his throat.

“Levi, Miche, Hange. Didn’t you have things to do?”

“No,” the woman, Hange, piped up but got to her feet when the Commander turned to give her a look. They piled out of the room, closing the door, and leaving me alone with the Commander. I couldn’t pinpoint what but felt something change in the air. I coughed up a little to get rid of the feeling and reached beneath my shirt. Freed what was hidden there I looked up to Commander Erwin. He was watching my every move with calculated cold eyes, arms still folded in his back.

“What is this?” he asked simply. I walked toward his desk, standing beside him. He didn’t move but kept continue watching me. He locked his eyes to mine over his shoulder as I put down the book on his desk, and took a step back. Only then did he lower his eyes to the books. I watched as his eyebrows knitted together.

“I believe you have already read one of these, but I still thought it belonged with the Survey Corps,” I said as an explanation. He turned toward the book, opening the cover.

“Is this a trap?” he asked coldly, knowing fully well that these books were illegal.

“Don’t underestimate me,” I told him “If I wanted to trap you, I would pull something much more elegant.” He turned his attention back to me and smiled again but this time it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Well, thank you then. Anything else?” I clenched my jaw. Couldn’t quite believe what I was doing.

“I read it,” I said instead, more defensively than I intended to. I was trying to stall, to gain some more time. He seemed to realize but didn’t call me out on it.

“Did you like it?” he asked kindly. It only irritated me more.

“I want to go out,” I blurted out. I was aware that I wasn’t making much sense and probably sound like a lunatic. I was jumping between conversations and expecting him to keep up with the flow of my mind.

“Go out where?” he asked, eyebrows rising, surprised by the change of topics.

“Go out of the walls. I have always wanted that.” I let the words sink and watched as the gears in his mind turned.

“Are you applying to join the Corps?” My heart was beating so fast in my chest. My palms were sweaty and I was trying to make it look like my breathing was steady even though there wasn’t enough air in my lungs and my head was getting dizzy with the lack of air.

“Yes,” I answered with a whisper and mentally slapped my forehead. This wasn’t how I imagined for it to go. He looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time.

Evaluating me. Time flowed by.

I didn’t take my eyes off of his. I felt like I was blushing underneath my shirt, I was hot all over with dread and anticipation.

He smiled, and hold his hand out for me.

“I accept your application,” he said. As simple as that. I looked at his hand hanging in the air. Thought of all the times I dreamed of joining the Corps and how I made myself believe joining the Military Police would be better in the end. How I worked so hard for them, clawing my way up the ranks with my nails, teeth, and blood. How they let me down over and over again. How did this idea of switching legions start growing in my head the first time Nile had said the higher-ups rejected my promotion. Walking all over my achievements as they always did. How I spent these last weeks nurturing this idea, the thing I was about to do. How much it excited me. How much I wanted it. Have always wanted it.

I placed my hand inside the Commander’s open one. His fingers encircled mine and he gave it a firm squeeze. My heart missed a beat with the realization of what I was doing.

I squeezed back.

[simplemoonk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mikasa Ackerman/Levi, Mikasa Ackerman/Ian Dietrich (temporary) Characters: basically everyone Additional Tags: Kind of AU, because you will see dead people, and things turned out differently in EP21, yes Ian and Mikasa, wonder how that will turn out?, me too, lol, and there might be some sultry scenes in the future Summary:

Gunther raises his arms above his head instinctively, trying to protect himself, trying to grasp something to prevent his fall.

One little change during the battle in the Forest will shape the future accordingly. Like a butterfly effect.

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[simplemoonk]

Are you still active on ao3 or plan to update them? I love your fics ❤️

Hello anon! First of thank you for the question and for liking my stories! I always appreciate when you guys state your thoughts. I almost finish ch3 of the Butterfly Effect and planning to post it soon! XOXO ❤️

[simplemoonk]

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Guess who writes an Erwin/Reader fic? I’m dropping it in here and went to hide. 

Impact - Chapter 1 (also read on Ao3)

The velvet cushions were soft under my body as I lied down on the couch. Eyes closed and my dress hiked up to reveal a generous portion of my left leg. I could feel the guards trying their best to avoid looking at the naked flesh and failing. The room was hot and I was getting bored. Thankfully, it wasn’t long after I heard the footsteps echoing through the corridors beyond the door. The guards opened it up at the exact time he reached the threshold. 

I straightened up on the couch, flashing a mischievous smirk at him. His eyes shone the way they did when he sees me.

“My beauty,” he said as he opened both his arms upon his sides. I tried to stand up as gracefully as I could and walked over his open arms. 

“You made me wait so much,” I said, hugging him around the middle and using the tone of voice I always did when spoke to him. Girlish and sultry. He circled his right arm around my waist and used the left one to motion at his assistant. 

“I got a gift for you.” His assistant lends him an expensive-looking little box. Navy blue eyes watching my facial expressions intently as he took a step back. The box was opened to reveal a necklace with five big red rubies, and the expression on my face was genuine. Awed, baffled, and a little thrown away by how much money this man had possessed. He smiled, satisfied with whatever he saw on my face, and took the necklace to his hand. 

“You are going to escort me tonight on the warming ball. Nothing less is worthy of you.” He said as he turned me around to put the necklace on my throat. My ankle-length black dress floated around my light. Well, being the arm candy of Lord Harold V. Bolton had those sorts of advantages, I guessed. 

I turned around to look at him as he was done with the clasping of the heavy necklace, caressing one of the rubies with the tip of my finger. 

“It is so beautiful, thank you,” I said as I push a white lock of hair out of his face. He was old, yet tall and fit. He was a handsome man. 

“You are very much welcome,” he said and pecked my lips. His assistant couched a little as he was looking down, red-faced. 

“Sir, are you ready to leave?” 

“Let’s get it over with. We have still one more party the next week.” Harold secured his arm around me before pecking me on the lips one more time. 

The guards opened the giant doors as we entered the giant ballroom. It was clear that Harold didn’t avoid spending any money. The giant hall was blended with gold and cream colors, lit with hundreds of candles and torches. Alcohol was flowing like a river of water, and waiters were loaded with heavy tries filled with more food that could feed a family for a month. Especially after the fall of Wall Maria.

I smiled brightly, nails biting down my palm, and pressed my lips to Harold’s cheek as we went our separate ways. He needed to chitchat with all the important men within the hall, including the consultants of the King and military commanders, the latter of which were invited for meeting and greeting since the ball next week would pretty much be all about them. I grabbed a glass of champagne on my way, as I had to entertain the wives and partners. 

“Oh my dear,” I heard the wife of Lord Flemington, a consultant the King, coming toward me, pushing everyone that dared to get on her way with her plump body. 

“Lady Flemington!” I said cheerfully as I made a quick curtsy.   

“Ah, you look, lovely dear,” she glimpsed at my necklace quickly. Her eyes narrowed as her lips curved upwards in a cynic smirk. 

“It is your beautiful eyes that see the beauty.” 

“How are you doing my darling?” she asked with her baritone tone and continued without waiting for an answer, “Have you met my niece?” 

A young girl with caramel-colored hair took a break from glaring at my necklace and smiled beside her aunt. 

“No, I wasn’t fortunate enough,” I said and smiled at the girl. She checked me out without much effort to be subtle. A smirk, very much similar to her aunt formed on her face. 

“My name is Rose – Rose Flemington,” she said with a tone that was obviously demanding respect. 

“It was so nice to meet you, Miss Flemington,” I curtsy lightly again. 

“Likewise,” but that little smirk told me otherwise. 

“I have heard you start… staying with Lord Bolton, dear,” Mrs. Flemington asked as she started fanning herself with her infamous giant fan. 

“I’m visiting him temporarily,” 

“Are you his niece?” Rose asked, faking an interest since she knew I was not. As a response, I laughed merrily, throwing my head back. 

“I’m his friend,” the laughter was still present in my voice. She and her aunt exchanged a quick look. 

“Well, I would say a very dear friend. Is that necklace a gift from Lord Bolton?” Mrs. Flemington asked as she snapped her fan in her palm. I touched the ruby in the middle gently. 

“Ah, yes he is so very generous is not he?” 

“Yes, he is generous man,” Mrs. Flemington said and then murmured under her breath, “he used to be a dignified one as well.”

Rose was trying to hide her giggle into her palm when I first noticed the air around me changed. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on their ends. I knew the feeling. I was being watched. As if to glance around the hall, I turned my head to the side but whoever was watching me was already lost within the crowd. The Flemingtons left my side as they took offense to my distraction. 

I continued to wander through the hall, making small talk with noisy noblewomen, but the feeling stayed with me throughout of all. The pickling in my neck, the goosebumps on my upper arms. I also came to realize there should be more than one person watching over me. But whenever I got close to get a glimpse of them they disappeared into the shadows lurking around the corners. I watched Harold for a while. He was chatting enthusiastically, a glass of sparkly champagne in hand and a lit cigar in mouth. He caught me staring and rose his glass toward me, the movement gathering attention from the other noblemen around him as they all saluted me with their glasses as well. I smiled and walked toward him. Pretending not to notice how almost every man around him watching me approach. Something wicked shone in Harold’s eyes. I knew he liked knowing how everyone around him knew I was his. 

“I will powder my nose; I will be back in a second,” I said to him, putting a hand on his chest.

“Don’t make me wait,” he said goodheartedly. I waved him over, making my way out of the hall. Toward the doors, my eyes met with the eyes of the Commander of Military Police, Nile Dok. After looking at my face for a second he slightly bowed his head in acknowledgment. I smiled at him brightly despite the anxiety boiling in my stomach.

Immediately after I set my foot through the threshold of the ballroom, two guards started trailing after me as they always did when I change places. Nick and Kia. 

I took a deep, calming breath to slow down my hammering heart. 

My sweaty palm hovering over the slit of my dress, brushing lightly against the dagger I kept bounded around my leg. The air was tense and thick with anticipation. We were almost halfway to my bedroom. That was when I felt them move. 

Pulling the dagger out of its place in a flash, I circled back. Ready to take any blow Nick or Kia was about to deal. But to my surprise, it never came. Without any warning, more men hurled out of the dark corners, where they should have been hiding. Two of them tackled a surprised Nick and Kia to the ground with force, making their weapons fly across the hall. I stand still in shock as the men kept struggling, yelling, and trying to fight back. 

Thanks to the torchlights attached securely on the walls, a shadow was revealed onto the ground, coming behind me. I turned around in a heartbeat, the pointy side of my dagger digging slightly on the soft skin of my attacker’s throat. His arm was restraining me to dig it any deeper. His own knife was pointed to my own, but unlike me, he avoided sticking it to my throat. A tall man with perfectly combed blond hair. I could swear I have seen him before somewhere. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” my opponent spoke and despite his expressionless face, I could see his surprise by my sudden action in his eyes. 

“Says the man who had a knife against my throat,” I deadpanned. Immediately he lowered his weapon. 

“My apologies. It was for self-defense” he eyed the dagger still pointed at his throat. Suddenly I have remembered where I knew him. 

I heard the footsteps echoing through the hall at a fast pace. Turning around I saw the men Erwin Smith, the Commander of Survey Corps who happened to ‘save’ my life, brought with himself successfully pinned my struggling guards down. 

Three military police soldiers that were attending the ball came out running. They glanced at the scene with horrified faces but to their credits, they collected themselves up rather quickly. 

“Are you alright, miss?” Finn, a tall brunet from the MP, asked while eyeing the towering Commander behind me. 

“I – I’m,” the stutter on my part wasn’t an act. Other MPs knelt down beside the guards who at the end understood they weren’t get away with it and stopped their fighting. 

“Oi, you,” the raven-haired man tackled Nick down called out Finn. I recalled him as being labeled as humanity’s strongest soldier by the civilians. Great.

“Go and alert Burton. He needs to come here immediately.” 

Finn glimpsed at me briefly and turned to do exactly that when he saw I approved with a slow blink of my eyes. 

“Commander,” Gerald, another MP, gave a salute to Smith, “What exactly are you doing here?”

“One of my soldiers overhears the Miss’s guards have some ill intentions regarding her. It was very late notice, and unless we act quickly it might be too late.”

“With all due respect, you should let the Military Police know,” Gerald said through gritted teeth. 

“Were you not listening or are you just that dense? The man just said there was no time,” the short man with raven hair snapped. Gerald turned toward him with a hard look on his eyes, opening his big mouth. 

“I think I need to sit down.” I interrupted before he could say anything, wobbling on my feet. The commander’s warm hand grabbed me from my underarm and he guided me to a nearby ottoman. Soon after I was sat securely, new footsteps were echoing the halls once again. Harold came in a rush, face pale and hands shaking. 

“Connor!” he uttered my name urgently. Sitting beside me, and hugging me tightly to his side. I saw Nile came in a rush as well. He checked me out quickly, and when he made sure that I was okay, turned toward Commander Smith. 

“Just what the hell happened here?”

I listened as Erwin Smith repeated how the events unfold. How he heard about the assassination but couldn’t afford to lose any time to alert the others around. How he took his most trusted two soldiers, Mike and Levi he said, with him to investigate. Harold was drawing soothing circles around my back as Nile and other MPs listened. My attackers had already led away in handcuffs, bruised faces, and even more bruised egos. The mansion was searched but to no avail. One of the guards, who was on watch at the back door reported a black carriage waited but the moment Nick and Kai were boarded to an official MP carriage, it took off. There were no other clues. 

Nile took a few steps closer to the ottoman Harold and I were sitting. 

“Lord Burton, please allow me to leave two of my most trusted soldiers here for extra protection of the Miss. At least until we figured out who is behind this attempt.” 

“The soldiers who were too late, Commander?” Harold asked through gritted teeth. His hand stopping their motions on my back. Nile shot a side-eye look at Finn and Gerald, his unpleasantness with the situation was clear. 

“I would feel safer Harold,” I said as I clasped his hand within mine. He turned to me. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I will assign my best guards to you,” 

“But – what about you?” 

“Don’t worry about me,” he said smiling and pressing his lips to the side of my head. 

“My lord, the whole house searched. It is safe.” Another guard walked toward us to inform us. 

“Thank you,” he said before helping me up. We bid our goodnights and thank yous to the soldiers present. As I passed by I looked straight in the eye of Erwin Smith, and even though it was very brief I saw how taken aback he was by the venom of my expression.  

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A week passed by since the ‘incident’. A week that I couldn’t sleep well at night of how tense and stressed I had been during the day. A week everyone around me had blamed it on the incident how pale I looked and how little I ate. A week of tiptoeing around, listening to footsteps as I searching places that I wasn’t supposed to. A week of a total pain  my ass. 

My torture was continuing as I was walking around in the Military Fund Raiser Ball Harold was throwing. Many familiar faces were in the crowd. Some, the ones that were the most important ones, especially for the night, nodding at me subtly whenever I caught their eyes. I tried to take comfort from that. 

Everything is okay.

I kept saying that in my head, over and over. Harold was chatting with Premier Dhalis Zachary. Nile was circling the ballroom. He caught my eye for a second and tried to smile, though I could say he was just as nervous as I was. It was more crowded than the last week since Harold had maximized the security. Lady Flemington was waving me over to go near her as I saw a group of military police entered the ballroom. My breathing got heavier as they marched toward Harold Burton. Everyone’s eyes were following their every move. Premier took a few steps back. 

The soldier, Gerald, stood right in front of Harold.

“Lord Burton, you are under arrest for malversation, prostitution, and withholding civilians without their permission…” Gerald was reading Burton’s rights as something caught my eye among the crowd. Perfectly combed blond hair. Baby blue eyes that I could saw the remarkableness of them regardless of the distance between us. He was wearing a suit that was similar to the one he had worn last week. I didn’t take my eyes off of his as Burton was led away and all the remaining uniformed MPs turned toward me. I could feel everyone in the ballroom now was staring at me, shocked by the unraveling events, and continued to gawk, as they kept unraveling. Lady Flemington had a hand on her chest and a smile that she tried to contain as she deemed I must be in trouble as well. From the periphery of my eye, I saw Finn came to stand close to me. A green cloak folded neatly on his hands. 

I watched as the Commander of the Survey Corps knitted his eyebrows together. I assumed he had been known about the assassination from the beginning, probably days before the ball. He was trying to make a good impression on the Corps so that Harold would donate more than he was planning initially tonight. To the legion that harbored the soldiers who had saved his precious sweetheart. And even if I was wrong that that wouldn’t be the case, and all Erwin Smith had been trying to do was to protect me, it still didn’t make up for all the troubles he caused me last week. It was very petty but I couldn’t help the smug smirk forming on my face. I took great pleasure from his baffled expression. 

I turned toward Finn and looked him down. 

“The whole mansion was searched, captain. All belongings of Lord Burton were seized for further investigation.” 

“Thanks, Finn,” I said and took the cloak out of his hand. As I tossed the green cloak that was embroidered with the unicorn representing the military police, the uniformed MPs saluted me in perfect harmony. Eyes shone with pride. 

I gave out a long breath as the tension finally left my body.      

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[dewipersikkk]

Any levixmikasa authors here?

I've known some but here it goes :

@sadaakirah

@rivaille-13

@alienheartattack

@aboutmikasa

@valya-azucena

@shinriaaa

@rosebudregiment

@the-ackerman-clan

@hashire

@blazefire-engine

@lychee-green-tea

@helena-thessaloniki

@aickerman-s

@fefipranon

@simplemoonk

@aernox

@moraleewright

@crejhov

There are more RM authors out there in Ao3 and Wattpad :)

[halbravd]

welcome to the snk haunted house

[simplemoonk]

This was one of the funniest thing I have ever watched in this fandom lololol

[annerb-fic]

I have a question, but in general and not regarding any fandom-

Why is it that in media/literature, even ones written by women, most often it is the man with more ex-partners/sexual experience? In the case that the female protagonist is well experienced then it always ends up being that the Male protagonist is also equally experienced but never less. It is a head scratcher to me that even the ones written by women play into this trope. It's about time I see a female player fall for a naive innocent boy. Would love to know your opinions and if you have any recommendations for such books.

Oh, ho ho ho.....you knew I would have plenty of Opinions and Thoughts on this one, didn’t you. I appreciate you giving me the window. :) It’s almost as if you knew I was writing a fic at the moment with the woman having far more experience than the man.

A few things:

Internalized misogyny is a thing, people. We are all raised with sexist ideas as the norm and we grew up consuming them, and writers in particular, who are often voracious readers, absorb these messages in each and every book we read. And it’s true that we learn to do by copying and adapting. It’s just where we start. And not even start, but live, because do we ever really stop? So we learn the ‘language’ of writing, which is often built on a lot of sexist assumptions (racist, classist, homophobic, fatphobic, ableist, transphobic, etc, etc, etc). And then we reproduce that language. And we internalize it. And boom, it shows up in our writing.

So, here’s the thing, it’s one thing to be all “omg, the double standard of men having wide sexual experience as good, while women with wide sexual experience are sluts is so stupid and sexist!” But if in your reading and writing habits you also just ‘don’t find it attractive for the female half of your hetero OTP to have more sexual experience,’ you need to pause and at least go....HUH. And wonder WHY. You know, more than just, “Not my thing, don’t have to justify it”. I mean, I’m not saying you do have to justify your reading habits, but I would hope you would at least WONDER. And if you are writing it, I hope you would at least own up to the fact that you are reinforcing a sexist belief. And that you’ve maybe internalized something. And, like, not all writing has to be social justice writing, but you also are gonna have to acknowledge and hear a reader if they say, “hey, this feels not great to me.” It’s complicated, okay? I personally just don’t want to put works out there that might unconsciously teach people sexist stuff about themselves or others. Do I screw that up and let stuff slip into my writing? All the damn time. But it matters to me to try. And I care more about trying than never screwing up. If that makes sense.

So, yes, widely speaking, we have a double standard when it comes to sexual experience, and it influences our reading and writing habits, and it probably influences complicated things like ‘what I find attractive’ and ‘what turns me on’ and wow, that is a place to spend some time at least having the conversation.

[perhapsarat]

I bet that Harry would be the head of the Ginny Weasley Fan Club. Like every time someone congratulates Harry for beating Voldemort, he'd probably just blush and say that he was just lucky, BUT TALK SMACK ABOUT GINNY AND HE'D SET HIS AURORS ON YOU. He probably gushed about her to everyone who visited his office. "Did I tell you that my wife scored 127 goals against the Appleby Arrows?" "Yes, for the 50th time." "AND DID YOU READ HER LATEST ARTICLE?" "Yes, Mr Potter..."

[diarygirls]

so basically

[simplemoonk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikasa Ackerman/Levi, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager (slight) Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager Additional Tags: mentions of human trafficking, Mikasa and Eren sort their relationship, jelaous!eren, This is a Rivamika fic, eremika is just confused a little Summary:

Even in that distant Eren could see a ghostly smile on her perfectly shaped lips. Her hand covers his briefly before she bits her bottom lip and reaches to close the thick curtains.

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