Thinking about rivamika 24/7

Set in the late 1800s rivamika already know each each other and meet in a masquerade ball where an evil King wants Mikasa to dance to with him because he thinks his sworn enemy Levi, is in love with her.

Mikasa walks down a red velvet melted carpet running down tens of stairs as everyone in the hall stares at her. The prettiest lady in the room, even with her mask on everyone gets enchanted by her mysterious aura ✨

On the far end of the hall Levi stands with a glass of nonalcoholic liquid in one hand and the other hand is fixing his tie as he watches her. Her small eyes barely visible through the mask looks at him a little longer than everyone else before she crosses over to the host, the king.

At the snap of his finger the hall comes to life as men and women bow one another, readying for their first dance.

Levi is yet to move from his place, keeping his eyes on Mikasa the entire time. A woman ( most likely Petra 😏) walks up to him and tries to start a small conversation and hoping for him to ask her to dance. Instead he replies "I don't dance"

and moves on to his new corner, leaving her in questions and in shock of rejection.

The women multiply around Levi, all return in failure of their attempts to get him to move or even smile at them. All whole Levi's stare dances around the king and Mikasa. Taking in every detail of how her dress graces the floor then wraps around her legs, how her slender yet broad shoulders align to her hips when she pauses between her spins. Finally he his eyes lands on the thick skinned hand as it curves around mikasa's waist and pulls her in, closer to him. Too close.

A small detail in their performance goes unnoticed by everyone but Levi, as hands that should've been gentle, digs it's nails on to Mikasa skin and her unseen flinch speaks to Levi.

The king whispers into mikasa's ears how she must dance with him until the night was over because otherwise everybody in the ball will be sentenced to death by him. Mikasa becomes confused by the king's forced request and soon learns his shallow reasoning to harrass her was to spite Levi, now and forever.

Levi puts his drink down watching Mikasa's head turn swiftly as she looks for him, or anyone. Levi wanders why Mikasa is letting the king make his grip on her stronger, if she wanted she could've easily escape such situation with an ability like hers, unlike any Levi has had ever seen.

Without a second thought to spare Levi approaches the two of them, grabbing the king by his shoulder making him slowly move away, the king unwillingly oblige surprised by such firm grip.

Levi coldly asks the king to excuse himself without even hearing his agreement and takes mikasa's hand.

"may I have this dance?"

They both smile at another and the rest of the world fades away. Dancing to the violin only playing for them. It's their stage and the audience looks at them in both awe and in surprise as they previously had known that Levi did not dance. Cheers and words of encouragement goes unheard from the crowd to the two of them, only their bodies swaying as if they've memorised every part of each other.

Enraged by their movement and fueled by their energy filling the hall, the king decides this is not this end, not even close.

Okay gonna end this here because I'm running out of ideas lmao, but it's kinda cringy and very transitional? In a way idk. If someone does write this I'd like to add some running scenes especially Mikasa in her gown, I found these pictures and it's very much the aesthetic I'd love to live in ! ! !

Edit: I fixed some spelling mistakes and added some stuff, I like it better now!

i think the vintage effect thing looks cute >0<

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@dewipersikkk You want Ackerbabies? You got Ackerbables. I also threw in some light canonverse cottagecore. Enjoy!

“She’s a week old. We have to pick a name sometime.” Mikasa shoots a heavy-lidded, weary gaze at her husband as she rocks back and forth in her usual chair on their porch, their baby suckling noisily at her breast. Levi sits next to her in his own rocking chair though he sits still, watching the baby’s lips work around his wife’s nipple, a thin stream of milk running out of the side of her mouth and down her face. He retrieves a handkerchief from his pocket and reaches over to dab the milk away, watching intently as she completely ignores him in favor of Mikasa’s breast.

Fatherhood is a bizarre thing to him: the baby is a strange little creature that seems only to sleep and scream and eat and shit, and he has been enraptured by her since the moment he laid eyes on her, bluish and bloody and shrieking. Despite his mind and body screaming for him to run away, he has cleaned up all kinds of nightmarish bodily emissions, happily so, marveling at the myriad of new sights and sounds and smells even when they make him want to retch. How is he supposed to put a name, a collection of mere letters, to the infinite, life-altering depth and power of his love for this tiny thing?

The thing is, fiction is subjective. What one person gets out of X, someone else might get Y out of X. Yes, some stuff might hurt some survivors, but it also might HELP some survivors.

This is something people need to realize. Fiction and what you read or explore in fiction does not make you bad/good. Your kinks don't make you bad/good but how you engage with them do.

This for: @rivaille-13 💕 Thank you for write After The War, the dialogue (English) Kaoru-kun and I insert are all from After The War Chapter 12 💮💕

Levi-san very hard to express! May not get it right, sorry, my first time to do this.

My apologies for low resolution and if dialogue is wrong! But my thank you for viewing! 💮💕

The second the bell rung, the students flocked outside of their classrooms and the Janitor, Levi Ackerman, knew it was going to be a busy day. He sighed and wore his mask, and started to pick and sweep the whole hall.

“Stupid brats, always leaving junk aside. They should learn to clean up once in a while.” Levi mumbled to himself.

After a very long and thorough cleaning, Levi looked at the school clock and it read: 6:00.

“Time to go home.”

As he was putting his trusty broom inside his weirdly clean locker, he saw a letter was placed in it. He got curious, and it read:

(i’m so sorry on this part, my poetic prowess isn’t exactly aMaZiNg-)

Oh, my Dark Knight. You turn away from me, and pay no notice.

Though, you somehow, ignited a light, but loving is a novice.

I love you dearly, and hope you love me back,

For maybe, just maybe, you won’t make my heart crack.

That we’ll be together and forever,

lovingly so.

“Their writing is beautiful, though, it isn’t signed.” Levi mumbled to himself. He wasn’t affiliated well with the likes of love and all that shit. He just couldn’t believe that someone, a real life person in this shitty world, loved him.

But those dreams came shattering down as he remembered his old High School and College Bully, Zeke.

“You? Popular with the ladies? A clean freak like you? Please, no one ever loves you, not even your mom.”

”My mom loved me. And I was popular enough.”

Zeke laughed and walked away with his friend from Marley High.

”Nevermind, it’s probably just another one of Zeke‘s fucking pranks.” Levi said to himself. Though he entertained the thought of giving this to Hange, or Erwin. They would probably figure out, right?

He sighed and said: “I’m probably going to regret this, sooner or later.” As he walked to the principal’s and history teacher’s office.

~

Levi immediately regretted his decision.

Hange was squealing like an idiot, and Erwin was straight up laughing at him.

He grumbled. “Enough! Just tell me who the fuck sent this to me!”

Erwin and Hange both stopped. “You ruin all the fun, Levi.” Hange pouted.

“Whatever, shitty glasses. I just want to figure out if this is a prank or not.” Levi grumbled once more.

”Well,” Hange started, getting a little serious, “If it is a prank, they sure put a lot of effort into it.”

Erwin, the Co-principal and History teacher, perked up. “Well then, whoever wrote it knows how to write calligraphy in authentic and amazing Gothic script.” Erwin said admiringly.

Hange, coined “The Mad Scientist“ and Chemistry and Science teacher said, “Well, if it means getting our little friend here a lover, I’ll do whatever it takes to figure out who wrote this letter. I swear on it!” she exclaimed while continuously jumping up and and down.

Erwin chuckled and said: “Of course you will, Hange.“

Rivamika: picnic in the middle of nature

“Oi, what are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m hugging you” she answered after kissing his cheek, her arms wrapped around his neck. He looked at her, and when their eyes met, they felt something inside. That feeling. Love.

They smiled.

The pictures are not mine, I just edited them. Credits to the owner.