12Margarette

     "Rise and shine, (F/N)!" Sunlight streamed through your window, penetrating the thin veil of sleep that still clung to your eyelids. You reluctantly opened your bleary (e/c) eyes, squinting at the sight of your best friend, Petra, smiling down at you. She was already dressed, her orange hair sleek and shiny from a recent brushing. Groaning, you threw your arm dramatically over your weary eyes. "Five more minutes." Petra giggled. "No, silly! Today's the day!"  Aha. Suddenly, it all clicked. Today was the day of the recon mission. The day that Petra could thoroughly impress a certain captain. Petra loved Captain Levi, and you k

“Levi,” the threatening muffled voice emitted from the depths of the covers. “GET. OFF.” Little paws sunk into your shoulder as your stupid, devil kitten stomped over you. “No, feed me, bitch.” You buried your face into your pillow. “I stayed up late studying. Let me sleep.” The tiny bundle slid down your arm and landed right next to your head. “I’m hungry. Feed me, bitch.” You groaned. It was completely pointless arguing with the twerp anyway. He wouldn’t stop until he got his way. And just as you expected, he began batting the top of your head. Again...and again...

10 years. 10 fucking long ass years. Levi couldn't take that last image of you from his mind every time he trained, fought and did work with the Commander. He had worked his ass off, worked all the way up until he was ranked as the Captain and the right hand man of the Commander. Erwin Smith had also upgraded his position and is now the 41st Commanding Commander of the Survey Corps. Levi was currently in his office, his eyes diligently looking through the paper works that he was going through. Suddenly, there was a firm knock on his door, making him respond. "State and Business." "It's me." Levi slightly stopped his pen from scratching on

Nine years. Nine long, demanding years, and the memory of your passing still clung to Levi’s mind like a parasite slowly draining his life. Instead of finding any healing from his grief, it seemed as though it burrowed further inside, cycling in his mind over and over, replaying, sometimes visualizing what your death was like. He never saw your corpse. He did not dare answer that question, knowing well the guilt would torture him more if that was even possible at this point. Still, the horrendous images of your fragile bones being crushed, your life being snuffed away in an instant when you managed to preserve yourself so strongly for s

Trigger Warning: This fic contains death, sexual assault, and suicide. War. War never changes. Levi knew that better than anyone. He had been in the military long before I came along. He witnessed countless deaths, and brought on countless others. The first time I met the Captain he was all but broken, wanting nothing more than to go home. “Name and age,” he instructed, pacing along the front of the room of the newly lined recruits. “[First] [Last], nineteen years old, sir!” I spoke directly, offering him a salute after I finished my words. He stopped before me and looked me once over, “A girl, hm? We don&#

The disapproving whispers of the citizens seeped through the ears of the Scouts as they trudged through the city. From the look of the mud crusted on their foreheads, blood smeared on their necks and faces, the bandages wrapped around various limbs and the pathetic moans of the crippled soldiers from the carts, they knew this expedition failed miserably. They doubted the mere existence of the Scouting Legion altogether. What was the point of sending their own out their own when less than half returned with little to nothing to show for it? No one spoke. All eyes simultaneously gazed in one direction: Forward. It was too painful to look back