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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @soapy0-0!!!!!!!!

I hope you have the most wonderful day ever!!! Especially since you get to have the day off and relax completely!!! I hope you get spoiled rotten both online and irl!!! You deserve nothing but the absolute best, Soapy!!! You're always so incredibly sweet and supportive! Thank you for always being such an amazing friend to me, @just-revi and @chenziee!! You three mean the absolute world to me!  Soapy, thank you for coming into my life and becoming my best friend!!! I cannot imagine my life without you in it anymore!! Thank you for all our long weekend chats!! They are always so much fun! I adore you to the moon and back, Soapy!

Oh!! And!!! May your year ahead as a new age bring you immense joy and success! May it give you a ton of happy memories that'll last a lifetime and so many moments that you'll adore! I love you so much, Soapy!!! Please continue to being the most amazing person that you are! <3

Also! Please expect to find a lovely commission on your dash sometime on your birthday! It’s of a scene that takes place much later in this fic and what sparked the idea originally! I really hope you like both the picture and this fic! ^.^

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Summary: After being reborn into a modern, happy life and being able to remember the past, Levi Ackerman sets his heart on finding the 13th Commander he loved so much from his memories.Only, the road is paved with difficulties and no matter how much time passes, he never seems to find the right lead. However, Levi continues forward as the years fly by because surely somewhere out there the Commander exists and yearns to find him too.

Ahhhh Soapy, I’m soooo sorry for taking so long with your prompt! >~< But now I finally did it! :’)

Okay so, bloody Armin is one of my guilty pleasures and ever since chapter 119 happened, I got an idea for it and took the opportunity to write a little something, using your prompt. I hope you’ll like it!!

18:  “Look at yourself. Bleeding prettily like that.”

Warning: major spoilers for chapter 119

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Eren’s and Armin’s relationship has been fractured—ever since Eren’s attack on Marley.

But Eren knew how to use Armin for his own plans.

Because – despite their clashing outlooks on life – Armin would always have feelings for Eren, the sort or intensity didn’t matter.

And Eren wanted to use those feelings to get Armin do what he wanted him to do. What Armin needed to do, if they wanted to save Eldia, Eren thought.

For that, Eren only had to be in dire danger.

Somehow, at some point, one of those poor Marley soldiers would injure him badly. As long as he didn’t get eaten by one of their Titans.

Which was actually complicated to manage because Reiner had not made it easy for Eren.

But in the end, Eren freed himself from Reiner’s Titan hold (mindless Titan Falco took care of Porco) and Eren ran towards his half-brother.

They needed to touch.

But, also, Eren needed Armin to…

And then it happened.

A blow. From behind Eren. Right through his neck. Eren sensed the loss of connection of his head to his neck before the first seconds of pain rose.

This was dangerous, really dangerous. Eren mustn’t die. It should have just been a severe injury, not a fucking blow aiming right for his neck.

God damn it.

Eren’s head turned around a bit and he spotted the sharpshooter. Gabi Braun. That damn…

“Eren!”

Armin’s voice. Eren hadn’t lost consciousness yet.

Oh god, Armin, yes, yes, yes. Come here. Eren thought as ecstasy began to rush through his blood.

Gabi shot again and Eren’s first fear was that she had aimed at Armin. And hit him.

Which, apparently, she did because Eren heard Armin grunt in pain. Then he heard him fall onto some rooftops before Armin fell right next to Eren, a sack of limbs lying on the ground.

“E-Eren—…” Armin croaked out as he coughed out and spit blood.

The training had been a full success. Despite being beheaded, Eren was still alive, still conscious. He had learned how to handle his consciousness when being half-dead.

Eren watched his boyfriend with fascination.

Armin was all bruised and bloody and broken, but that exact fact made Eren eager for what was about to come next.

Armin slowly faced Eren, his face ruined, split open with wounds. “Eren…” was all he could say. He pulled himself up onto his feet excruciatingly slowly.

“Look at yourself. Bleeding prettily like that.” Eren said weakly, smiling purely, eyes glinting with corruption.

Like that… Like that, if he wanted to stay alive, Armin had no other choice than to transform.

And that was exactly what Eren had needed Armin to do. Right here. Right now.

Eren could transform again and built a hardened tent of his Titan body for himself and Zeke (and Reiner because he needed his Titan power) while a few inches next to him the Colossal Titan would arise. So it was no problem for Eren.

And, as anticipated, everything went according to plan.

Armin’s body glowed for a second before a lightning hit him and his transformation began—accompanied by a big explosion that destroyed everyone and everything within a one mile reach.

Perfect.

Thank you for putting this in my ask! <3

So five things, hmm….

_ Reading/Writing fanfiction - I only read/write Ereri fanfictions at the moment, but I’m always excited when I find and read a really good fic. And I always have ideas for Ereri fanfic, too many actually (especially for my slow writing), but that’s just how much I love these two ♥

_ SnK - Especially Ereri, it gives me life and I love my two boys so much, especially Levi. Watching the anime and reading the manga always makes me excited, even if recently a lot anxious as to what’s coming next too. I tend to turn to modern AU a lot because of the canon.

_ Looking for/finding good fanarts - Ever since I started reading manga/watching anime it’s been a thing I like to do. I’m a bit of a collector, so I like spending hours searching for fanarts of the characters/pairings/anime I’m obsessed with at the moment and save them on my computer for my personal enjoyment

_ Snow - I’m an autumn/winter type of person, and snow is something I love very much. Walking on snow, feeling it crack under my boots, watching it fall, feeling snowflakes falling on me… I love it!

_ My bunny - He’s a little shit 80% of the time, very stubborn and always doing things he’s not supposed to when I’m sure he knows it (uggggh) but he’s also so cute and can be very affectionate when he wants to (it’s not often so it makes me appreciate it even more.) Little shit or not, he’s my bunny, and I love him! (Funny fact: his temper reminds me a lot of Eren so some of the nicknames I give him are inspired by him sometimes)

Here we go I guess! :)

Bonus under the cut: a picture of my bunny because he’s too cute not to show you guys ♥

Thanks sweetie!

I answered 20 here so I will answer the others :)

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Um... Seeing, my fic that takes place almost entirely in the dark! Have fun with that one, cinematographer 😂

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Out of order! I tend to write in snippets and then string it all together, although if I’m working on a WIP then I will post chapter by chapter, but those chapters can materialise in a very patchy manner. I try to have a set word count every day and sometimes I just can’t with whatever I’m working on so I’ll just skip ahead and write the scene I want to write most, just to get the word count done.

lmao WHUPS.

see, i don’t know if i know how to flirt bc 1) i have been in a relationship for like 15 years and 2) me think anything is flirting? i constantly had guys who “sigh i just want a gf. too bad the girl i like has a bf” lol sucks to be you buddy. 

i also like to give out compliments and be interested in what others are interested and isn’t that half of flirting? just smile, laugh, and be genuinely interested?

Thanks for the ask!! I had so much fun writing this!!

3: “You don’t love me now, but trust me you will love me soon.”

Eren woke up with a brutal headache. Blinking his eyes open, he was attacked by the sudden realisation of his head spinning like mad, and he felt like throwing up bile.

“Urgh…” he groaned, noticing next that he had woken up on solid, cold concrete. Grey and sketchy darkness spread before his eyes, Eren didn’t know where he was.

His breathing went craggy as he tried to think about the last thing he remembered.

Where was he? What was going on? What happened to him? What was going to happen to him?

Eren began to pant. He was panicking. This was bad. So bad. His chest constricted achingfully. He had to calm down before his asthma would mean the worst for him.

“Do you need this?”

Eren flinched at that sudden voice. A raw and dark voice had talked to him. What made Eren’s blood freeze, though, was the fact that this voice was familiar to him. So… familiar. It couldn’t be…

Only when Eren tried to face the direction he had heard those words coming from did he remark with terror that his hands and feet were tied.

But before he could focus on that, his eyes had widened with fright as he met eyes with Jean. Jean… his good friend.

“Jean…?” Eren’s throat hurt, the inside dry and painful. His breathing went even faster.

Jean’s silhouette was illuminated by a small oil lamp like a frame. His face looked exhausted. Pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, dry lips taking a drag from a raunchy cigarette. His fingers shook as he removed the cigarette from his lips to exhale the smoke. But, to Eren, Jean didn’t seem scared. He appeared like a desperate person at his wits’ end.

The kidnapper with the two-coloured hair was holding up an item that Eren urgently needed right now—his asthma inhaler.

“Jean!” Eren’s horror-stricken voice cried out helplessly. “This isn’t funny! What kind of sick joke of yours is this?!” He was torn between fuming with wrath (because he knew Jean liked to play pranks on him) and crying. Because Jean looked deadly serious about the thing he’d done to him.

“I know we had a bad start.” Jean began reminiscently. His insane part was tamed by the usual side of him that Eren knew all too well. “We couldn’t stand each other at first. You disliked me and I disliked you. We expressed that in front of the other too many times, I know. But, you know, my feelings change. They did. Really. I changed my behaviour. I didn’t treat you the same as I used to. Because I started to like you. I told you. Many times. But you would always laugh at me. You didn’t take me seriously. You thought I was joking. And you even said that you would never fall in love with me.”

A foreboding crossed Eren’s mind. His anxiety and hope for all of this being a stupid prank diminished like a little breeze flying across his hair. His asthma caused him to panic more and he started sobbing. “J-Jean… please…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die here.” Jean dabbed his cigarette hard onto the concrete next to him, walking up to Eren, totally unfazed by his panic attack. His sympathy was basically non-existent. He dragged Eren’s upper body up by his collar, his hand fisting the fabric ruthlessly. He placed the asthma inhaler on Eren’s lips and Eren took long shots to calm his breathing, sucking on it and knowing that his life was really depending on it.

Once done, Eren asked with a shaky voice, “What are you going to do to me?” Then, his anger took over and he was yelling, “You son of a bitch! You psycho! Sick bastard! I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh, no, Eren. You won’t kill me. I have something that you can’t live without.” Jean let out a snicker as he wiggled the inhaler. “But I am going to do some stuff. To you. But I don’t hate you, Eren. I still want you.”

Eren’s wrists started to sting as he tried to break free. The ropes cut into his skin and he hissed. Jean didn’t take much notice of that, as though he had expected Eren to do that.