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[thecommanderzoe-a]

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

Touch starved || @freedomsxwings

It was times like that that Hanji treasured. The little moments between the pair of them. The pillow talk they shared in the middle of the night. This time had started like many before; one of them gasping for breath from a nightmare that felt so real. It was Levi’s turn tonight. Sitting upright, eyes wider than ever as he caught his breath. Hanji’s eyes were wide as well, Levi’s gasp bringing her out of her own sleep. She touched his shoulder, her arm around him, “It’s okay Levi, it’s just a dream” she spoke softly, sitting up and kissing his cheek. 

Hanji used her arm to pull him down, letting his head rest on her chest, her fingers stroking through the short hair, the sweat starting to dampen it. “It’s been a while for you” she muttered, making sure the covers were over them both again as Levi’s breathing settled. She let him sit in silence for a while as he came back to reality, her arm still around his shoulders, the other moved from his hair to his hand. 

She let the silence linger for a while before she looked down at him on her chest, “Remember the first time we shared a bed?” Hanji spoke, keeping her voice light and soft, “Who would have thought you enjoyed being the little spoon” she chuckled gently. It was something she kept close to her heart. Having Levi Ackerman listen to her heart beat in the night, sometimes having her ear on his. It was what kept her sane. 

“I guess it wasn’t as awkward as when I got drunk and kissed you for the first time” she laughed at the memory that had snuck up on her as she continued to soothe him down from his panic. 

It was then she heard him mutter “you put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic” . She paused her touch before smiling again, “Oh yeah?” Hanji smirked as he tilted his head up to look back at her, “Humanity’s strongest, taken down by the drunk scientist” she teased, letting go of his hand to poke his nose. “They’ll be talking about it for years to come” she added, letting her hand trail down to his waist, feeling the bumps of scars interrupting the bumps of his muscles. She had every scar committed to memory just by touch alone. The years passed since that day when they finally came face to face with how they felt. 

“It’s not pathetic though” she added, leaning forward to kiss the nose she just tapped, “I remember that night, and you were everything but pathetic”. 

Hanji smiled despite the sleep in her eyes, leaning back up to kiss his lips this time. Softly, and lingering, creating a lasting intimate kiss, shared between the two of them and no one else would know about it. 

[thecommandersmith-a]

@freedomsxwings​ liked it before it was cool x

“Ah! Levi” he hummed, touching the man on his shoulder, “Come take a walk with me, there’s something I need to share with you”

[thecommanderzoe-a]

[modern verse bc,,, i love and miss it] Valentine’s Day was always one of the most hectic days for the restaurant, leaving him tied up for the majority of the day. While the holiday in general had never held his interest, another day to focus all the appreciation, adoration that Hanji deserved was one worth his upmost attention.

When she’d walk in from a long workday, a cake he’d made that morning after she’d left awaited her—an anatomically-correct heart, baked and decorated with precision. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, after all…

A wine bottle with two glasses stood at its side, a note in his neat handwriting propped against it.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Han. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

It had been a long day at the school, watching the kids blush and giggle about things that secondary kids would find cute. The anonymous cards thrown in lockers, the slightly dying daisy plucked by the boy crushing on them, the way they all came in a little more groomed than usual. And the overly perfumed hallways. It all meant one thing. Valentine's day.

It had been a long day. Waiting to go home. Knowing once she was home she would be waiting until late for Levi to come back. She wondered if he had worn the apron she'd given him. The one Hanji had out in the kitchen with her card. The apron was white with little red hearts and hers and his face dotted about. It made her day having the picture of him wearing it at home but at work was different She could only hope Erwin and Mike had read their texts and got him wearing it.

She walked into their home, saying hello to the two dogs that greeted her, Hanji went to get herself a drink of water. That was when she saw it. The cake box on the side. She smiled softly, reading the note that was on the wine first. After all these years she still felt her heart skip a beat when he left little notes like this. It wasn't much but it meant a lot.

Putting the note down, Hanji lifted up the lid to the cake, laughing to herself at the shape, "Cute" she commented, enjoying just how anatomically correct it was. He really spent a lot of time on this. It was almost too good to even consider eating. But it would have to wait until Levi was home.

Hanji took out her phone, sending him the kissing face with a text, "Thank you for your heart. Have a good service I'll be waiting <3 I love you x"

She thought about opening the wine, but the nudge from the Dane at her side reminded her they needed walking.

The cake and wine would wait.

[thecommanderzoe-a]

“  if it hurts,  good.  it means you’re still going.  now just hold on a little longer.  ”

Injury Prompts || @freedomsxwings

Good. Hanji’s face screwed up, easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one bleeding out in the middle of a battlefield. She felt the warm, sticky blood on her hand, the pounding in her head was just as bad as the pain she felt on her side. Hanji gritted her teeth as Levi picked her up from the floor effortlessly. She gave a little laugh, only stopping as she bent over in pain, her hand pressing into the wound on her side. Splintered wood wasn’t a great thing to land on.  “You’re not putting me on a horse” she frowned as she saw where he was walking her. There’s no way she could even get on it. But knowing Levi, that click of his tongue meant to shut up and yes that’s exactly where he was going to put her. 

All she could do was look at him for a moment as he helped her up onto the back of the horse, a hiss leaving her as a shot of pain ran through her entire body. “You’re a bastard” she muttered, but there was no malice behind her words, thankful he was stubborn enough to help her. She sat between the horse and Levi, resting back on on him as she tried to keep some pressure around the wood. 

[divineslcyer]

‘  fate  is  nothing  but  an  illusion  placed  in  our  heads, so  we  follow  the  words  of others  and  not  our  own  intentions.  ’

Random Prompts : @freedomsxwings

Fate huh? Mishil despised the word fate and anything associated with it.

It's your fate to become our next titan. Our next weapon. It's your fate to die here. The weak must die for the strong.

Fate could fuck itself.

Maybe this man understood how anyone who believed in fate was an utter fool. The sharp edge of her knife cut into the soft flesh of the orange in her palm. Peeling the hard citrus surface to find the tender fruit she could sink her teeth into. ❝ This world isn't meant for the 'fated' type, or anyone who believes in that bullshit. They're full of stupid idealism that'll just get them killed and left behind. ❞

People who followed orders blindly were just scrap to their superiors. No one ever gave a damn who they stepped on as they climbed up the ladder. She munched on her slice orange, licking her thumb.

Levi. This was the man Kenny had briefly mentioned a few times, but Mishil remembered. They were related. Though that didn't mean much to either of them, but she could see a vague resemblance between the two in their looks and disposition.

❝ So, this mean you aren't so obedient then as some of these other tight-laced show ponies? ❞ Or did he hide his fangs on purpose---because one didn't get that look in their eyes unless they'd lived through real suffering. Real horror. Real death.

[lettherebemonsters]

" i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

@freedomsxwings

(Lara Tybur to Levi! Tried sending it as an ask but mobile won't let me. :C)

[insidemyblood]

@freedomsxwings​​ asked: “What was it you said you did for a living again?” (for Constantine)

Tea was not one of his favorite drinks, not even one of the top ten. Most Brits would see that as a crime but John couldn't care less about bloody water and herbs, but he had heard interesting things about the teas and the place itself, so he decided to check for himself.

“I didn't say it, squire, but if you’re that interested, I’m something of a Dabbler in the Dark Arts, Demonologist and Exorcist, I’d hand you a card but they need some fixing.“ Master of the Dark Arts, how arrogant had he been to put on that.

[thecommanderzoe-a]

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

Touch starved || Accepting

"Heh".

"That'll happen if you attack them every time" Hanji pointed out, a playful nudge of her arm against his, she was just glad he had gotten to the point where he would allow her to fix up a wound on his side. She had walked in, seen him trying and failing to clean it and stitch it himself in the reflection of the mirror.

It took some convincing, but now she was sat on a stool beside him, gently closing the wound up, her fingers brushing against his pale skin. Hanji wondered about his past, what it was that had him like that, what experiences he had gone through before he joined up here.