Some Yelevi? I know this sounds ridiculous but after seeing her smiling to him, i kinda low-key ship them 😂 (Levi has a thing for tall people after all, and Yelena is freaking 2 meters high!!) XD
Yes, Yelena….Please, Isayama…let me climb Yelena like a tree, I beg you!! 😭💕
Eye to Eye
YeLevi. Canonverse.
1457 words.
Levi doesn’t usually mind obnoxiously tall people. After all, they’re able to provide him with a decent amount of shade when it’s sunny and, as much as he hates to admit it, they’re useful when it comes to getting things on the top shelves where he can’t reach. Does he ever want to be that horrifically tall? Fuck no. Life’s already shitty enough without constantly bumping his head against the top of doorframes and having to squish gangly limbs together to make more room for others in horse-drawn carriages. No, he’s fine the way he is and he’s fine if people are taller than him, but does she have to shove her gargantuan height in his face like that?
At first, he wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose. When she had arrived on Paradis – all two meters of her – she had looked down on him and gave him the strangest smile. He brushed it off, thinking that she was just tall and awkward. Her smile, he was sure, was just her way of politely greeting him as a new ally. Strange, perhaps, but his own social skills are too poor for him to judge others, so he didn’t think twice about it until later. He sees now that she must have been making fun of him all along, mocking him for his lack of height when she was tall enough to squish him effortlessly beneath her boot.
It only took him a few days to be completely certain of it. She was constantly handing him things even though they were within his reach if only he stretched a little bit further. She’d put her hand on his head or shoulders like he was a headrest instead of the captain of a formidable military force. Sometimes she’d even smile at him like they were good friends even though they’re nothing of the sort. That’s what he hates the most, the smiling. While there’s a chance it’s a friendly smile, a part of him believes that it’s nothing of the sort. It’s too much of a smirk to be friendly and that gaze of hers only reminds him of how much shorter he is compared to her.
“Do you really hate her that much?” Hanji asks him at one point. They have a habit of being too nosy. He’d tell them to stay out of this, but he’s learned that it does nothing.
“You can tell?” he asks sarcastically.
“You’ve been glaring at her for a while now,” Hanji replies. They take a seat next to Levi, leaning over to take a better look at his face. After all the time they’ve spent together, he thinks that they’d have a good idea of what his scowl looks like by now. “I don’t really understand why though. After all, Yelena is one of the first soldiers from Liberio that offered to work with us. In a way, we’re indebted to her, you know.”
Levi scoffs. “They only want something from us. Don’t act as though they’re doing us a favor,” he says.
“Yeah, working with us after we threatened them with a Titan, wiped out most of their naval fleets, and pointed our guns at their throats. And they helped us build our own naval forces, introduced us to more advanced weaponry, and even dined with us over Marleyan cuisine,” Hanji snorts. They frown and take a closer look, scrutinizing him carefully. “No, there has to be another reason why your distaste for her is so strong, but what is it?”
Levi doesn’t say anything. Let them wonder for the rest of their life. It’s nothing that concerns them after all. And what does it matter if he doesn’t quite get along with soldiers from Liberio or even Yelena in particular? He’s sure their operations will function whether he likes any of them or not. Hell, he hates over half the people he works with and yet the world still turns. Hanji’s just making a big deal out of this.
Suddenly, Hanji snaps their fingers and points at him, a spark of delight on their face. “You dislike her because she’s taller than you,” Hanji says. They state it rather than ask it, so sure that they’ve found the correct answer.
“What? Why would you say something like that?” Levi splutters. He’s not sure what surprises him more, the fact that Hanji would accuse him of disliking someone for such a childish reason or because Hanji is completely right.
Hanji ignores him, instead calling over the devil herself who is just passing by at exactly the wrong moment. Waving their hands ecstatically and drawing more attention than they actually need, Hanji calls her. “Yelena! Hey, Yelena! You know Levi hates you?”
For some reason, this mortifies him. It’s not like it’s anything to hide though. Levi just lets out a disgruntled sigh, looking carefully at Yelena. She doesn’t look offended or even hurt. In fact, she looks amused. On her face is a smile similar to the one that she had greeted him with when she and the other soldiers had first arrived on Paradis.
She walks over to them in just a few strides. Curious, she tilts her heard as she stares down at Levi like she always does. “Hate? That’s a rather strong word, isn’t it?” Yelena asks Hanji. She returns her gaze back to Levi. “Is that true? I always had the impression you looked up to me.”
He doesn’t understand why Hanji begins cackling right at that moment. He finds nothing about Yelena’s words particularly amusing and he’s still in the dark until Hanji wipes a tear from their eye after laughing so hard.
“Perhaps that is so,” Hanji says, struggling to regain composure only to have a giggle escape from their lips. “But maybe he feels that you’re always looking down on him, Yelena.”
“That’s not it,” he growls, but the two of them ignore him. He should just storm out there right now because he knows they’ll just continue teasing him, coming up with jokes that they believe are clever but are just childish and a waste of time.
“If that’s the case, you should have just spoken to me, Levi,” Yelena says. She straightens herself out, reminding him just how much she towers above him. One might think that she does this unintentionally, but he’s almost certain that she’s doing this on purpose. “We could have talked and sorted all of this out, although it might be difficult for us to see things eye to eye. You needn’t be so hasty as to find a reason to hate me, but perhaps it’s in your nature to be short-tempered and quick to jump to conclusions?”
He knows better than to be provoked by such trivial comments, but he finds his anger boiling over anyway. He reaches out to grab her by the shirt, pulling her down so that they’re finally face-to-face. “Listen here, punk,” he growls, but he’s made a very serious miscalculation.
He hasn’t taken into account just how close their faces are and, more importantly, just how brilliant and deep her large brown eyes are. Thus, he’s faced to deal with just how long and thick her eyelashes are, how her earthy brown eyes are flecked with a smattering of gold and green, and how her lips – so full and pink and soft-looking – are so close to his.
He knows what his next thoughts will be, and he wants to prevent them from ever crossing his mind because he knows that once they do, they’ll never escape. Immediately, he lets go of her. No, he does more than that. He practically pushes her away from him, causing her to stumble backward in surprise, but it’s already too late. The thought has already made its way into his head, and he knows that it will plague him later tonight, later tomorrow, and later even after that.
Yelena is too confused and startled to understand what had happened, but Hanji is far too smart for their own good. As Levi mumbles a lie about having to meet someone somewhere, Hanji calls after him. He can even hear that they’re smirking just by the tone of their voice.
“Hey, Levi,” Hanji yells. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he offers them his middle finger. Normally he’d be angry enough to tell them to shut up, but he can’t risk turning around. He knows that in doing so, there’s a chance that he’ll catch a glimpse of Yelena’s face, reminding him of what it was like to have their faces so close together, and he can’t have that. At least the chances of that ever happening again are incredibly slim.
I know i already asked for Springles but i need some Mikasasha too :( maybe after they return to Paradis Mikasa just feel empty whenever she looks at Sasha's bunk
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Empty
MikaSasha. Canonverse.
827 words.
“Oh,that was good,” Sasha sighs, collapsing right onto her bed as soon as theyreturn to their room. She’s like her messily made bed – blankets strewn allover the place and pillows are thrown about, mixed together with her splayedout limbs and tangled up hair that she probably hasn’t brushed in days. Shelies on her bed now, a satisfied smile on her face and a hand rubbing her fullbelly. “There is nothing more satisfying, Mikasa, than eating a wonderful mealafter you’ve been so hungry.”
“You’realways hungry, aren’t you? Surely you can’t feel this way every time you eatsomething,” Mikasa says, a wry smile on her face. Unlike Sasha, she undressesout of her clothing, exchanging it for something more comfortable for slumber.While Sasha can sleep pretty much anywhere in anything, Mikasa can never fall asleepunless she’s in proper clothing made for slumbering.
Sasharolls onto her side, propping herself with an arm to look at Mikasa properly. “Oh,Mikasa, you never really know much when it comes to food and eating,” Sasha says inthe slightly condescending way she typically has when she’s speaking of such matters.Mikasa wonders if she’s even aware of it. It used to be annoying, but now shefinds it amusing in a way. “Tell me, have you ever been empty? Empty to the pitof your stomach, the hunger so bad that it just might consume you. It’s likenothing will ever be able to fill the void that sits at the bottom of yourstomach but then – ah! – you suddenly find yourself with a beautiful piece ofsucculent meat so tender that it just about falls off the bone without youhaving to do it yourself, and it does more than fill you up after you eat it.It…completes you…makes you whole again and suddenly makes you remember that youare alive.”
Mikasablinks, a little surprised that such beautiful words can be spoken to describethe experience of eating. She doesn’t remember the last time she had felt hungry,so hungry that she would perhaps die from lack of food, except when she wasyounger, a refugee from Shiganshina and rations prevented her from filling herbelly. She remembers that hollowness she felt in her stomach, her whole body,that the wind could sweep her away with a strong enough gust and she would breakand fly away like dust. And she remembers when Armin had offered her bread, extrafood that his grandfather had managed to snag for the children, and how she hadscarfed it down like a starving animal, how she relished every crumb of it eventhough the bread was tough and hard to chew. It was far from the best meal shehad ever had and yet she doesn’t remember the last time she had savored foodthat much, how it reminded her that she was still alive despite the destructionshe had witnessed only days before. Is that what Sasha was talking about? Ifso, then Mikasa thinks she knows the feeling.
Sheis about to compliment the brunette, say that she had never expected her to beso gifted in talking about food in such a way, but she sees Sasha once againsplayed out with her limbs every which way on her bed.
“Talkingabout food just made me hungry again,” Sasha mumbles, frowning.
Mikasacan’t help laughing at her and Sasha is surprised at her outburst, but she endsup smiling as well.
Mikasadoesn’t know why she’s remembering such a moment now. It all seems like so longago when they had left Paradis, planning on returning together and take a well-deservedrest, so how did she end up alone?
Shecan hardly look at the room because they’re filled of memories of her. Sasha’sbed is still unmade as if she had just left and was planning on returning laterthat night. Her clothes are still scattered across the floor and hung on thebacks of the chair at the desk they shared. It’s a small room, yet her absencemakes it feel so empty.
Empty.That’s the feeling Mikasa has right now. Empty like the emptiness Sasha had describedthat one night, like the emptiness in the pit of her stomach she felt as achild, but it is so much worse now.
It’san emptiness in the pit of her soul, making her feel like a vacant shell of aperson. Even when she undresses, slipping under the covers of her bed, thequiet of the room reminds her of Sasha. She finds she cannot sleep without thedeep breathing of her friend to fill the room and instead she stares at theceiling, waiting for this night to pass because she knows this feeling neverwill. It doesn’t matter what she does or how much time passes. Nothing willever be able to fill this void.
Can you do aftermath of 104? Maybe the blimp somehow got shot down and the SC are trapped on Marley? And some zekerets?
For you💕
All the Wrong Questions
Zeke Jaeger. Canonverse.
1171 words.
When they arrive too late, they –the Jaw Titan and the Cart Titan – look to him as if to ask, What do we do? The Armored Titan isnowhere to be found. Ah, but that’s not his problem, is it? They should knowwhat to do without his help, know how to attack and defend the way they’ve beentrained to, so he charges forward without them and they follow him, believingthat he’s taking the lead. In reality, he’s leaving them behind.
She’s seen hell before, had evenbeen the one to open its doors to her enemies, and yet she’s still surprised tosee its flames consuming her city. The infamous Ackermans, their inhumanabilities something she hadn’t been able to witness fully until this moment,are already fearsome enough enemies. With the rest of their soldiers and theirimproved mobility gear, she knows for certain that Marley is in over its headbut giving up isn’t an option for them.
Pieck looks to Zeke, her comradeand commander, hoping that he will be able to stop this madness. She just needsa sign. She just needs to ask him what he needs her to do and she will do itwithout hesitation.
She sees him below, challenging thefeared Ackerman soldier even though he had barely made it out alive yearsbefore. His arms are outstretched, inviting the enemy to fight if him if hedares, but she only realizes later what the gesture really means.
She wants to call out to him, toask him for some sort of command, but it only takes a second and the Ackermanhas slashed his nape. There wasn’t even time enough for her to warn him. Shewants to mourn his loss, wants to avenge his death, but a figure emerges fromthe nape of his Titan and disappears using gear similar to the gear the Paradissoldiers use. Shortly after, the Ackerman drops a bomb where Zeke’s body shouldhave been, the explosion obliterating any trace of him.
Ah, but he’s escaped, Pieck thinks in relief, but her reliefquickly turns to panic. How was he able to escape? Who had given him the gear?And why was he leaving them behind? It only takes her a second to put all thepieces together, but she fears she’s too late.
“Zeke, why?” she begins to ask,but she’s ambushed by soldiers wielding guns. Too quickly, the Panzer squadfalls one by one. It’s too much loss all at once, too much betrayal, and she roarsas she carries the bodies of her dead comrades on her back.
“How dare you?” she cries. Sheknows she’s next to useless in combat, but she’s even more useless if she sitsthere to mourn. But as she turns to face her enemies, she knows she’s uselessanyway.
The pain of not knowing why thishappened numbs the pain she feels as the spear is thrust into her Titan andshocks her into unconsciousness.
It’s useless, Porco thinks as his Titan is thrown against the ArmoredTitan. He had trained so much and yet he’s still useless. But he’s always beenuseless. Hadn’t he been the one always staring at the backs of others, hopingsomeday that he would catch up? And here he is now, lying on the ground andsearching for Zeke to give him orders. No wonder he’s in such a state. Nowonder so many of his comrades have fallen. No wonder he’s so damn useless.
He’s exhausted, but he needs toget up. He barely has the energy to lift the head of his Titan, but it’s enoughfor him to see that Eren Jaeger and the others are retreating. The enemygunfire had ceased and now they were trying to escape in their airship. The warballoon drifts too low to the buildings, allowing the soldiers to make theirway into it without requiring the aircraft to land, but there are no Marleyan warriorsleft to tear it down.
How can they leave so easily afterthe destruction that they’ve caused? Monsters,all of them, Porco snarls.
But what would Zeke do if he werehere now?
“Zeke, you’d take them down withyou, wouldn’t you?” Porco mutters to himself. He’s not sure if he’s right, but there’snot enough time to think about it any further. His eyes fixated on the aircraftthat’s slowly drifting upward, ready to depart, Porco makes his decision. He’snot letting it get away.
Snarling, seething, he rises fromwhere he’s fallen and climbs the crumbling buildings recklessly, not caring ifthey collapse completely. He leaps from the falling structures, reaching fortheir only escape. When he makes the final leap, he fears he’s too far away totear it down, but his claws are able to tear at the airship, creating a hole inits structure and he watches it fall down with him.
Zeke emerges, revealing himselfon the roof of the last crumbling building. He wears the gear of a Paradissoldier. Had he perhaps stolen that off the enemy? Had he been here this wholetime while the rest of them were crying for help?
“Zeke!” Porco cries out. He’s notsure that he can sustain his Titan form any longer. He’s used up the last bitof his energy to take down the warship. “What do we do now?”
His commander looks at him andgives him an odd look, one that Porco recalls from their childhood. It was anexpression Zeke would give him after Porco had said something not quite right,like Zeke knew the correct answer but was hiding it from him. Why is he makingsuch an expression now?
Pieck crawls from the nape of herTitan, dragging herself bloody and bruised to look up at Zeke. She’s absolutelyfurious, Porco realizes.
“Zeke, why are you doing this?”Pieck gasps.
He gives Pieck the same look. “You’resuch a smart girl, Pieck,” Zeke says, amused. “But even today, you’re among theones asking all the wrong questions.”
Porco wants to ask what he means,but he knows Zeke will simply give him the same strange smile. He turns insteadto Pieck, but a figure from the airship catches his eye instead. It’s a man,his face streaked with Shifter lines that are not unlike his own. He’s not ErenJaeger though – he’s someone Porco has never seen before.
“Zeke,” the man calls out. Hesays Zeke’s name with so much familiarity, but how can that be possible when he’san enemy? He’s holding out his hand as if he’s ready to transform. “Are youready to leave?”
Zeke turns to look at the man andgives him a smile, a different one, one that says that out of all of thequestions asked, his is the only right one.
When Zeke departs with their enemies,Porco realizes that even with all of their questions, they don’t have a singleanswer.
The status on me as a writer: is at least partially dead
Truthfully I don’t know when I’ll update, but I do have my chapters halfway written. As of right now, I’m focusing more on my one-shots as well as A Dying WIsh because I haven’t updated it since last April, and that story was set to be only 8 chapters.
