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Ereri - Break Down and Stand Up Again (Part 1)
Eren woke up by the sudden scream that came from the room next to his. He stood up with one jump and ran towards the sound. ‘Armin!’ he thought as he slammed the door open and entered the bedroom, his already wide eyes widening even more as he saw his six years old little brother sitting on the bed, crying and holding on the blankets for dear life, his tiny hands showing white knuckles off.
“Armin! Oh my god, are you okay?!” he asked worriedly, while quickly walking over to his brother and getting on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. He pushed the small trembling body against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around Armin, caressing the boy’s soft blond hair. He felt those little and fragile arms hug him back, and his cries slowly become low sobs. Eren let a sigh of relief out that he didn’t even notice he was holding, and continued saying sweet nothings until the blond-headed kid was completely calmed down and big,
Eren x Levi: Find the Light In You - Part 2
A/N: This is Eren's P.O.V.!!
Do you ever get that feeling of utter tiredness? Not just feeling physically tired, but mentally exhausted too? I don’t really know how to explain myself – I’m not exactly the best with words, you know; no wonder my English teachers are always so pissed off by my essays – but it’s besides feeling drained. It’s this emptiness inside, this lifeless sensation that makes you think you have a hole in your chest and fifty kilos of solid iron weighting on each shoulder. It makes you feel as if you haven’t slept for days straight and as if every damn little activity needs your presence, no matter how silly it is – be it to simply open a jam pot or to run a marathon around the world. And it is as if the only person who can possibly resolve all of these tasks is you; there’s no one around willing to help or to ask help for. It makes you feel like shit and that’s what how I’m feeling right now. T
Eren x Levi: Find the Light In You - Part 1
A/N: This is Levi's P.O.V.. I think I'm going to make one chapter Levi, one chapter Eren and so on. Enjoy! ^^
After 28 years of thoughtful living, I concluded that life is a hell of a shit loaded sack.
And no, don’t even think about saying that I don’t know anything – that 28 years are nothing when a human being can live up to 80 or more. That 28 year are nothing compared to the period of history; that 28 years don’t bring you the knowledge of an elderly person (“You’re young, you don’t know what you’re saying”, yeah, okay, do me a favor and shove it right up your ass, would you?). That twenty-eight years just aren’t enough to conclude anything at all. I’ve lived much more in 28 years than someone has in 60. I’ve seen both sides of the coin; I’ve seen heaven and hell on earth and I’ve seen how cruel the world is. I’m not ignorant like most people are; I do not believe in a lov
Eren x Levi: You and Me and That's Enough - Part 2
“Oh, Leeevii~! C’mon! Please?”
“But Levi!! It’s been so long since I last ate this!” Eren whines and holds tightly onto the cookies package in his hands, giving his boyfriend the best of his puppy eyes.
“It’s been long since you ate them my ass, we bought one three days ago and you already devoured it,” Levi says and promptly ignores the pleading looks being send his way, opting instead to pull the shopping cart to the vegetables aisle. Eren walks by his side, cookies still in hand and eyes getting wider and wider within each second.
“Pretty please, Levi! You don’t have any kind of candy or sweets in your apartment, how am I supposed to survive?”
“Simple, stay at your own apartment,” the raven haired states and picks up an egg package, quickly glancing at the expiration date before neatly placing it inside the trolley.
“Aww, you’re such a meani
Eren x Levi: You and Me and That's Enough - Part 1
“It’s just my personal opinion, but pain is the best tool for discipline,” Levi says emotionlessly, almost coldly as he lands yet another kick on Eren’s stomach, face blank as ever and eyes boring into the poor boy laying on the floor, who has his hands tied on the pole behind him, slipping in and out consciousness. “You don’t need to be educated by words, but by training. You’ve fallen low enough that you’re easy to kick around, anyway…” he adds nonchalantly, not even a hint of remorse in his voice.
Erwin watches everything in silent surprise, as did every other person in the courtroom, but being the man he is, leader of the Scouting Legion, he keeps all of his emotions under perfect control. It’s wasn’t supposed to go like this. Eren wasn’t supposed to have said anything and Levi wasn’t supposed to jump into action. This was going everywhere but the planned rout and it caused Erwin’s heart to r
Back to You - Germany x reader: Part 4
Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!... Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!... Hey Ludwig. Long time no see!...
You wanted to die.
How could you possibly say something like this to the person you loved? To the person you didn't saw for 13 years?! You mentally killed yourself in humiliation. Again.
Ludwig stood there, looking wide-eyed at you, as if he didn't believe his eyes. You tried to not show how embarrassed you were with what you said but Gilbert wasn't helping at all (he was practically rolling on the floor with laughter). You gave him a (very) annoyed look but this just made him laugh even more.
You sighed and ignored him, focusing on his younger brother.
"__-_______?" the German man asked.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered, a little shocked yet.
You felt your heart clench. What did he meant with 'what are you doing here'? 'I'm here to see you, goddamnit!'
"I-I'm here to make y-you guys a visit…" you answered, shyly. Why were you being shy a
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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