#snk fluff

My 4th fic lol ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Pairing- levi x reader ෆ Word count- Approx. 700 ෆ Genre- fluff ෆ

The candle on Levi's desk had burned down to a stub, and still his pen scratched on. You'd given up on sleep an hour ago, or rather, you'd given up on sleeping in your own cold, empty room and decided to hog his instead. His bed was yours now, all of it, your legs folded up and your back rocking gently against the headboard as you watched him work. Occasionally you'd flop sideways, touching your head to the mattress, then rock back up again like a restless cat claiming every inch of territory.

He didn't look up. Not once.

You huffed. "Do you ever stop? Genuinely. Is there a version of Levi Ackermann that isn't doing paperwork at midnight?"

"There's a version that throws you out of my room if you don't shut up."

"Empty threat." You rolled onto your stomach, chin propped on your hands, feet kicking idly behind you. "Who are you trying to impress, anyway? Erwin's asleep. The walls are asleep. I'm barely awake because you refuse to come to bed."

His pen paused. Just a beat. Then continued. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."

"Mm. Sure." You tilted your head, a slow grin spreading. "So it's not for some secret love interest? Someone you're writing long, heartfelt reports for? Maybe someone with really nice handwriting you're trying to match?"

Levi set the pen down with deliberate precision. His grey eyes finally lifted to you, flat and unimpressed. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot," you corrected sweetly. "At least, I assume so, since I'm the only one allowed to take over your bed. Unless there's someone else. Is there someone else, Levi? Should I be jealous of the ink stains on your fingers?"

"There is no one else."

"So it is me," you said, pointing at yourself with both thumbs. "Knew it. You're working yourself into an early grave to provide for your beloved. Very romantic. Very tragic. I'll weep beautifully at your funeral before I move into this room permanently."

His eye twitched. "You're insufferable."

"And yet." You rolled onto your back again, arms spread wide, taking up even more space. "You keep letting me in."

Silence. Then, so quietly you almost missed it: "I think about arguing with you when I can't sleep. It's very effective. Don't ask why."

You stilled. The candle flickered. Slowly, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, frowning at him. "But you have trouble sleeping. Like, you barely sleep at all."

"Exactly."

It took a moment. Your brain caught up, and when it did, your face crumpled into something dangerously close to soft. "So when you can't sleep, you imagine me nagging you until you pass out from irritation?"

"It works," he said, utterly deadpan. "You're exhausting in the most useful way."

You stared at him. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

You crawled off the bed and crossed the room before he could retreat, fingers diving into his hair and ruffling it until it stuck up in every direction. He caught your wrist immediately, grip firm, glare murderous.

In a soft voice, barely above a whisper, you said, "No, I don't."

His glare faltered. Just a fraction. Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, and you didn't pull away.

Then he clicked his tongue. "Eh, brat. I'm gonna kill you."

You beamed down at him, heart stupidly full. "Sure. And I'll like it."

For a second, something flickered in his eyes, exasperation, affection and that particular flavour of disbelief he reserved only for you. He didn't let go of your wrist. Instead, he tugged just enough to make you stumble closer, your knees bumping his chair.

"You're a menace," he muttered.

"Your menace." You leaned in, still grinning. "Now stop thinking about arguing with me and actually argue with me in bed. You need sleep, and I need someone to steal the blankets from."

Levi exhaled through his nose, long and slow, the sound of a man accepting his fate. He set the paperwork aside. "Fine. But if you kick me, I'm putting you on the floor."

"I'd just climb back up."

"I know." He stood, hand moving from your wrist to the small of your back, steering you toward the rumpled sheets you'd already claimed. "That's why it's so effective."

You laughed, letting him tuck you in before he slid in beside you, your legs immediately tangling with his. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, your fingers still resting against his hair.

Arguing with you, huh. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and decided you were perfectly okay with being the reason he finally fell asleep.

My 3rd fic lol ♡ Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ Word count- 1030 ʚɞ Genre- Angst-fluff ʚɞ Warning-Eventual death

The light through the window was that soft, dusty orange you only got right before sunset. Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed, quiet, still, the way he always was after a long day. You were on the couch, legs thrown over the armrest, watching him watch you.

"You're staring," you said.

"No I'm not."

"You literally are." You twisted onto your side, grinning. "It's fine. I get it. I'm very watchable."

He made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. Then, quieter, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud, "Your eyes are beautiful."

You stopped. Blinked. Levi didn't just say stuff like that. Not like that. Not so plain.

A grin crept across your face, the kind that spelled trouble. "Oh really? Beautiful how? Like, give me details. Is it the colour? The shape? The way they're currently looking at you like you just handed me a winning bet?"

"Don't."

"No, no, you started this." You sat up properly now, tucking your feet under you. "So tell me, Levi. Would you want your kids to have my eyes? Little ones running around with your scowl and my eyes. They'd be terrors. You'd be wrapped around their tiny fingers in a week."

His face went red. Not a little pink. Red. The blush crept down his neck and disappeared into his collar.

"We are not having this conversation."

"We are absolutely having this conversation." You were fully laughing now, delighted. "Can you imagine? A whole squad of tiny Ackermans with my lashes. Levi Junior would glare at his food like it personally offended him. Little Miss Levi would judge everyone before she could even walk. You'd love them so much you'd forget how to be grumpy."

"I am not grumpy."

"You're blushing like a tomato."

"I will physically remove you from this room."

"You won't." You stood up, stretching your arms over your head, and wandered over to him. "Because you like me too much. You've thought about it, haven't you? A future. A family. Little things with your stubbornness and my chaos. Keeps you up at night."

He didn't answer. His jaw was tight, but his eyes, that pale winter grey, were wide open. Unguarded. Yours.

You climbed into his lap, settling your knees on either side of his hips, and he let you. His hands found your waist like muscle memory. You leaned in and started kissing his face. His forehead. That little crease between his eyebrows. The bridge of his nose. Each eyelid, feeling his lashes flutter against your lips. You were giggling, a soft bubbly thing, and he breathed out slow like he'd been holding it for hours.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered, but his grip on you tightened.

You pushed him back onto the mattress and he went without a fight. The sheets rustled. You hovered above him, hair falling around both your faces, and the laughter faded into something quieter. Heavier. You looked at each other, really looked, and the whole room narrowed down to the space between your mouths.

He started to lean up. His lips parted. The kiss was right there.

Then he turned his head away. His cheek hit the pillow. His hands slipped from your waist.

The silence was loud.

Your smile didn't vanish fast. It sort of crumbled, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but something tired and sad. You reached down and cupped his cheek, turning his face back to yours. Your thumb brushed the bone under his eye. You could feel the slight tremble in his jaw, the way his breath came uneven now. His lashes were wet.

"Levi." Your voice came out different. Softer. Like a song heard through a wall. "When are you going to confess? I know you love me. It sits in your throat like a swallowed star, burning all the time, and you never let it out. You know I love you too. So why won't you say it? Even if I had just a little time left, even a handful of days, I'd want them to be full of you. Let me be the flame you held, not the warmth you were too scared to touch."

His breath stuttered. His eyes got wet. He stared up at you like you were the only thing in the world, and something in him cracked open. His lips parted. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing, and then his voice came out, hoarse and raw and barely a whisper.

"I... I love—"

You pressed a finger to his lips. Gentle. Final. The words died against your skin.

"No." Your voice was barely a breath. "No, Levi. It's too late now." Your smile was barely there, a ghost of something that used to be bright. "I'm already dead. The last expedition. You still have my cloak on the table. The blood's dried into a map of all the places we never went. I don't want to haunt your dreams anymore. Please. Let me be a happy memory. The laughter before the quiet. Not a shadow that drinks the peace from your sleep like it's stealing something precious. It won't ever change the fact that I love you. Like the sea loves the shore. Helpless. Forever. Even when the world forgets its own name."

A tear slipped down his cheek. His hand reached for you, trembling.

But the room went cold. The edges of everything blurred. You faded like breath on glass, and his fingers closed on nothing.

Levi woke up gasping. Sweat on his skin, sheets tangled around his legs. The barracks were grey with early dawn, that pale blue light just before the sun showed up. He sat there, breathing hard, hand pressed to his chest like his heart was trying to escape. For a moment he just stared at the wall, the dream still clinging to him like cold water.

On the table, your cloak. Folded neat. The stains dark and old.

He stared at it. The sun came up slow, painting the room gold. The wind tapped at the window like a visitor who knew better than to come in. He didn't move.

And somewhere, in the quiet, he could almost hear you laughing. But it was just the morning. Just the light. Just him, alone, with a cloak he couldn't bring himself to wash, and the taste of words he never got to say.

needy!reiner who is almost always by your side. arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you dangerously close to his muscular, toned chest. He never lets go, not even for a second. there hasn’t been a moment in your relationships where he hasn’t had his hands on you.

needy!reiner who gets so, so emotional when he doesn’t find you next to him in bed. you’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth and you hear soft sobs, and the saddest whimpering you’ve even heard. it’s your sweet reiner, he’s curled up on the sheets, holding a pillow for comfort. all of that trauma from the previous war made him feel so frightened, afraid, desperate for a warm body, like yours, to keep him safe. he calls for you, and you dash out the bathroom like never before. you wrap your soft, delicate arms around him, holding his big body close to you. you whisper to him, ensuring him that all is well, and that you’re here, and there’s nothing here to hurt him.

needy!reiner who is always so desperate to please you. he’s afraid of you leaving someday, so he always tries to be the perfect boy, cleaning the house, doing the dishes, taking out the trash, any chore and he’ll do it, all for your approval.

levi ackermans fanart belongs to zurazura_no1

you can find me on ao3 as xevia_11, i publish my work in both languages (eng&hun)

You suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, gasping for breath and crying. Your clothes cling to your body from the sweat. You blink rapidly, trying to regain your vision, but only darkness greets you, and fear creeps up into your chest. With trembling hands, you clutch the blanket, searching for something to hold onto so the darkness and panic don’t swallow you whole.

A warm hand brushes your cheek before Levi leans over you. “It’s okay, I’m here…” he murmurs softly, trying to soothe your crying as he plants a tiny kiss on your cheek. “It’s okay, hush…”

With trembling hands, you grab your boyfriend’s shirt, clinging to it as if he were the oxygen that keeps you alive. And to you, that’s exactly what he is: the safety that wraps protectively around you, driving away all bad things. The same thing is happening now: it calms your fear, soothes your frantic emotions and your pounding heart.

"Hey..." He strokes your cheek when he sees you’re feeling better. He rubs your noses together, giving you an Eskimo kiss. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"Mm..." You give a slight nod. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Don't talk crap, " he growls at you, but his gentle side returns immediately as he kisses your forehead. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Will you be mad if I'm not?

"No," he shakes his head. He lies back down next to you, pulls you onto his chest, and you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. "Are you trying to go back to sleep, or would you rather do something else?"

"Try to sleep... But stay with me when you wake," you wrap your arms tighter around his waist.

Description: You needed your partner, Levi Ackerman after a mission

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight mention of trauma (barley there), fluff, and comfort

“i’ve figured it out,” you suddenly cut through the silence as you turn to levi, who’s now shifted to face you completely, “i know the kind of person i’d want to be betrothed to,”

“oh?” levi raises an eyebrow, trying his hardest to conceal the sudden schoolboy nervousness bubbling in his stomach, “i guess i don’t even need to ask because you’ll tell me anyways,”

“right, right,” you roll your eyes as you continue “they’d have to be completely and utterly infatuated with me. like so wholly enamored and obsessed with me that they’d grovel at my feet. if they’re interested in basically worshipping me too, i don’t think i’d mind. maybe that’d even earn them bonus points,”

“so no physical traits or any other characteristics, beyond being crazy for you, huh? should be easy to find,” levi comments, noting what you’d just said and wondering if he should be more forthcoming about his interest in you.

“you’d think, but unfortunately i’m surrounded by people more obsessed with my comrade,” you laugh, a knowing and pointed smile on your face that levi commits to memory, “it’s fine though, a scout’s life is too fleeting and marred by the constant threat of death,”

you sigh a little dejectedly before straightening up again, too conscious of the sudden morbid turn, “i guess strength should be included in my criteria,”

“should be, yeah,” levi agrees, pausing briefly, “we have to keep going no matter all that shit we go through on a regular basis. no good in subjecting ourselves to that level of grief”

“yea, fuck you’re right,” you sigh, “guess i’ve gotta look high and low for this ideal future lover,”

levi inhales sharply, frowning at the realization that this was the golden window of opportunity he’d been searching for this whole time.

“i don’t think you’d have to go through that much to find your lover,” levi starts, voice strained and heart palpitating strangely.

“what, like i should give up?” you tease, “i’m just musing levi, don’t worry. i’ve accepted the reality of being the rare and unfortunate long surviving scouts anyways,”

“no, don’t give up and shit,” levi groans, shaking his head and glaring at your forehead, not wanting to look too directly at you (but failing still), “i mean that, fuck, ok, i mean that you don’t have to keep looking for that potential lover that you think won’t exist because,”

he trails off, voice faltering as his nerves are starting to overwhelm him. it’s an odd and strangely humiliating experience as the man built up to be humanity’s strongest soldier. it’s as if all of that superhuman strength and fighting prowess has left him, relegating levi as just a man before you, struggling to wear his heart on his sleeve after obscuring it for so long.

“because?” your voice is gentle, boldly moving to tentatively touch his arm.

“because i’m here,” levi’s courage breaks through, “because i can be all of that and more for you,”

“levi,” you breath, the secret little crush you’d been harboring for years rushing out in full force, evidenced by the impossibly wide smile bursting throughout your face.

“i’m shit at emotions but i’ll make sure you fucking feel loved. i’ll protect you even though you’re also fucking strong and don’t realistically need protection. you can trust that i won’t leave you because i’m also fucking strong. we’ll keep surviving together. you don’t need to look for someone who’s obsessed with you,” levi sputters out, “you don’t need to because i already am,”

you’re stunned, completely silent as levi calms down, the rushing tidal  wave of emotions simmering to a peaceful stream that leaves him embarrassed and suddenly anxious.

“sorry if i overstepped, i shouldn—“ levi’s pitiful backtracking is interrupted as you finally gather your bearings and crash your lips to his before he can babble further. levi’s stunned, frozen in place briefly before he finally comprehends what’s happening and hurriedly gathers your waist in his arms, pulling you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck.

and after what feels like an eternity, you break from the kiss, arms still tangled with each other and bodies close as you both refuse to separate, somehow fearing that if you two let go, the mirage will break and you and levi will have to return to the grueling reality of being soldiers constantly surviving the horrors that continuously chip away at everything and everyone you know to be home.

“hi levi,” you finally whisper, looking up at him. levi’s features are soft, the roughness built up from years of tribulations that he’s had to shoulder dissipate. he traces your jaw with a hand slowly, confirming that this is real as he quietly responds “hey,”

you and levi stare at each other for what must have been a millennia, uncovering a haven in each other’s presence now that previous boundaries have been breached. maybe it is possible to get lost in someone’s eyes, levi notes. maybe if those eyes shone the perseverance and strength of the only person that could shoulder his desperation to have someone he loves survive as long as he does. 

“so you’d grovel at my feet?” you laugh, breaking the quietness blooming between the two of you. levi rolls his eyes, turning his face away as his silence gives you the answer you’re looking for.

“don’t worry you ass, i’d consider groveling at your feet too,” you wink, kissing his cheek as you break from his arms and attempt to walk away.

“oi!” levi’s quick to grab your hand before you can escape him, capturing you back in his arms as you laugh, relenting and letting yourself sink into his chest, “we’re on the same page?”

levi cringes at how gruff the ask sounds, but when you smile and nod, he knows you understand that gravity of what he means.

“yes we are, levi. i’m planning to make sure you’re stuck with me now, sorry about that,” you respond shrugging with a humorously sympathetic shrug.

“not a bad fate if you ask me,” levi hums, glancing at you, “the two of us, we’ll survive together. we’ll make it out all of the shit this world throws at us, i promise. even if it’s fucking dumb to promise anything in our world, we're strong enough, so i can promise you that,”

levi’s eyes are pointing straight at you, wearing his resolve proudly as you match his and the two of you nod in confirmation, 

Eren, Reiner, Levi, Erwin

This is the Reiner work I have been talking about recently. I have decided to split it into two parts as it is very long. It follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 1-3 (ish). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this first part of the story was Wonderland, from the 1989 album (I wish there was a Taylor's version for it, but we'll have to wait I guess.)

gn! reader.

usual AOT violence.

1.8 K words.

Enjoy this, and let me know what you think!

Didn’t it all feel new and exciting? 

Standing in formation with the rest of the cadets was the only thing that made sense. New soldiers were needed to confront the menace that 5 years before had changed your lives forever - you didn’t want any more kids to witness the horrors of the titans invading their cities, devouring their dearest people.

The training had been intensive; every day for the past three years you had to battle against hunger, degradation, physical challenges that pushed your body over limits you didn’t know humans were capable of reaching. A lot of fellow comrades had left, unable to bear the overwhelming difficulty of the course; it was difficult to find a reason to live after your whole life had been erased right in front of your eyes - it was hard to find a reason to fight, now that there was no one to protect. 

Those thoughts were popular even among the most motivated cadets - even Eren had his bad days, in which all it seemed pointless. Holding your closed fist to your chest while swearing fidelity to the Survey Corps, flashbacks of the training days came back to you in a blur - and you couldn’t help but be grateful for the friends you made along the way. If it hadn’t been for them, lord knows what would have happened to you. The image of Marco’s body was still vivid in your mind, and despite all the sorrow that his death had caused among your group, you couldn’t help but be grateful that it wasn’t you - you were safe for now, and so were the people you loved the most. 

“It’s scary to think we’ll be going back there in less then a week.” 

Reiner spoke, catching the attention of all his comrades, shutting down all the nonsense chatting. 

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Jean replied, his lips curving into a weak smile. 

Everyone nodded in agreement, trying to move away from Reiner’s statement and cheering up the mood among the dining table you were all seated at. Marco’s death was not yet fully accepted - it had been a week since Jean had to identify him and then watch the fire take away what was left of his dear friend. All of you were still mourning his passing.

A loud sigh escaped Reiner’s lips - despite his reassuring demeanour, he was just as scared, just as emotionally drained; he was just better at hiding it. Being a soldier meant being ready to face the same horrors all over again, watching the people you grew up with die in the most horrible, inhumane way. Stretching your arm under the table, you were quick to find his hand, letting your fingers interlock with his, giving his hand a feeble squeeze. You wanted to remind him how you could see right through him, how you could understand his turmoil because you had been through so much just like him, but at least you still had each other. 

Life had not find a way to separate the two of you just yet, always looking out for each other during missions, risking your lives to protect the other. It had always been like that between the two of you, even during your training days. If you were punished, Reiner would go out of his way to be punished with you - he didn’t want to leave you alone, he didn’t want you to be anywhere but next to him, even if that meant running until his legs gave out. 

A pink blush coloured Reiner’s cheeks, who was quick to hold your hand tighter in his grip, gifting you the softest smile you had ever seen. Of course, that did not go unnoticed by your annoying friends, who were quick to make you and Reiner the topic of the conversation and embarrass both of you, making everyone else laugh at how ridiculously cute your relationship was. The love story going on between you and Reiner wasn’t new to anyone; you had been hanging around each other since the very first start of your training course, and never parted ways ever since. Reiner was your first love, your first kiss - the first person you were able to love again until losing your whole family; and you would have done anything for him. The only person who really knew about this was Mikasa - you had confessed everything to her, knowing that she would be the only person able to understand exactly how you felt. 

“Cut it out.” Mikasa finally spoke, elbowing Connie. 

“Hey!” Connie was quick to reply. “It was just a compliment.” 

Too in love to think straight, all alone or so it seemed.. but there were strangers watching, and whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams. 

After having captured the Female Titan, the hypotheses about the Colossal and Armoured Titans became stronger, central to the plan of the next Survey Corps mission. 

“It can’t be.”

Was all you managed to say after Hanji finally exposed their theory, suspicions pointing out directly towards your lover and his friend. 

“We can’t rule it out. But we need to gather more information so please, please -“ 

Hanji begged, leaving you speechless for a second. How could they ever suspect of Reiner, wasn’t he decisive in every mission you have had? Questions began to crowd your mind whilst the rest of your squad silently looked at you, waiting for an answer. They wanted you to investigate, to discover more about Reiner’s past and true identity, as if you didn’t share countless nights with him - as if he was the one responsible for your family’s death. A fleeble nod was the only response you were able to give, trying your best to remain lucid. All you had to do was prove your boyfriend’s innocence, how hard could it be? 

Doubts started insinuating in your mind when Reiner started avoiding you, spending more time with Bertholtd. They were always close friends so even if their closure seemed legit at first, what seemed suspicious was how incredible talkative Bertholtd had become; the shy, introverse guy was now replaced by a more confident figure, who exerted so much more influence on Reiner than you could ever imagine. 

“Are you a soldier, or a warrior? Where does your loyalty lay?!” 

I felt your arms twisting around me; I should have slept with one eye open at night.

Forcing yourself to keep quiet, you were quick to bring your hands to your mouth in an attempt to suppress your sobs. Pressing your back against the wall, trying to hear more from the conversation Reiner and Bertholdt were having, you forced yourself to resist a little more. Tears started running down your face as Bertholdt described Marco’s incident, praising how well they had handled the situation before their cover up got screwed. Mumbles were coming out Reiner’s mouth, inaudible to hear from behind a close door - but enough to make you realise the truth. 

“That doesn’t mean he is one of the titans..” you whispered, after reporting everything you heard to Hanji. Your voice echoed in Erwin's office, whilst the brightest minds of the survey corps put all their pieces together.

“Go back to your team and tell them the plan; you did good.” Levi answered, resting his hand on your shoulder.

As if a little bolt inside your had just broken, you were unable to function properly. Your movements became mechanical, moving around like a puppet who mindlessly followed the orders of its superiors. There was a lot you still weren’t able to process - having to overhear your boyfriend’s conversations, trying to accept the idea he was responsible for the complete destruction of your life, getting your head around how he could stomp on the corpses of your fellow citizens one day and make you fall in love with him the other, how could he cry in front of the ashes of your comrades - who lost their lives because of what he did. 

“What’s wrong?”

Reiner asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and engulfing you in his arms, letting your back rest against his broad chest. He had no idea about what you knew, and as if you already didn’t go through enough, Hanji asked you to act as if you were oblivious to everything you just discovered. 

“Just tired.” 

Reiner hummed in response, kissing the crown of your head and holding you tighter. He tried to savour this moments as long as he could; a part of him wished you could follow him back to Marley, but he knew better. He knew where your loyalty lied, he knew just how much you would have hated him once you discovered the truth - and he hated himself too. 

And in the end, in wonderland, we both went mad. 

“I’m sorry.” Reiner whispered, his eyes full of tears. “I love you.” 

These were the last words Reiner said to you before pushing you down the wall, your body precipitating down the Wall Maria as you watched him transform into the Armoured Titan. 

The bolt of yellow lightning coloured the whole sky in front of you, blinding you as your body continued its fall. Every inch of you had hoped you were wrong, you prayed for it to be all just a bad dream until the very last moment; you had faith. 

When Jean wrapped his arms around you, carrying your body over his shoulder while moving along the wall, you were finally brought back to reality.

"Are you okay?!" he shouted, trying his best to move away from the battlefield. 

You remained silent, watching Eren fighting the Armoured Titan. Squinting your eyes a little bit, your gaze meticulously scanned the titan’s features - his eyes, his hair, the little hump in his nose that was oh, so familiar. How could you be so blind? How could you not recognise the face of the man you loved? 

Jean was quick to bring you to the top of the Wall Maria, letting your body sit on one of the wooden benches they prepared. Resting his hands on your shoulders, Jean vigorously shook your body trying to bring you back to your senses. Absent-minded, the only thing you managed to do was staring at the floor in front of you, trying to process everything you just witnessed. Reiner’s titan screams filled the air, piercing your ears like a drill making its way to your brain. Bringing your hand on your ODM gear, finally coming to your senses again, you tried your best to not run to him. Every muscle of your body was screaming you to move, to run towards the man you loved and save his life as you always did. But you remained still, fighting against every single one of your instincts. 

“Are you okay?”