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"Bertl?" The voice came as a small whisper from the doorway of the room as a small ray of light pierced the darkness and made itself home on the brunette's sleeping face. The tall lanky boy stirred but did not awake to your call. "Berty?" You tried again, opening the door a bit wider, allowing more light into the room, enough to disturb Bertholdt from his peaceful slumber. His eyes fluttered open, focusing and unfocusing for a moment before turning towards the source of the light, and your face. "(Name)?" he asked groggily,  a hand raising itself to cover his eyes. You nodded, hugging the blanket around your body closer to your form. "Yea

Jean X Protective!Reader~ Cuts and Bruises     Jean stood at the center of the room in triumph of his work. A small twin sized bed stood in front of him with blankets delicately draped over the side of the mattress. Side tables stood symmetrically on the sides of the bed, and both wooden surfaces were accompanied with a white wax candle. The dresser stood at the right side of the room, approximately three feet from the bed. The sides of the mahogany frame was craved with intricate lace designs, and the drawers had the same pattern on its metal knobs. A window occupied the opposite wall. Its pale yellow curtains were brushed aside allowing r

A silent hand hovered above the door to the boy's dorm, shaking ever so slightly. Inside lay a nest of lions, waiting to pounce. You knew you weren;t allowed to be in the boy's dorm, especially not this late, but you had no other choice. All the girl's had refused your request, and you were left to figure out the 3DMG to your own devices. Try as you might, you could not find a way to control the complicated gear. Summoning all your courage, you knocked twice of the door, and stiffened, waiting for a response. The chatter and murmurs from the other side of the door ceased. You swallowed thickly as footsteps approached the door, and the barrie

He held her hand as the two of them headed towards the river to fetch pales of water. She constantly told him that holding her hand wasn't needed, but he insisted, saying that her protection was a must. She would laugh, and he would sneer at her, angry that she wasn't taking his bodyguard-like responsibility seriously. Once they reached the river he'd let go, replacing her hand with her now filled pale of water. She'd jokingly ask what he'd do if she was suddenly in danger, and he responded with, "I'd take 'em with these buckets of water! That should do the trick!". They would find her mother outside tending their porch garden. As soon as sh

(A/N) Several people asked for a continuation from How Old Are You (Levi x Reader), so I decided to write this. I wouldn’t consider this a direct sequel, but more of another story involving the same Reader-Chan and Levi. However, both can be read and treated as stand-alone stories. Read How Old Are You (Levi x Reader) here: http://fav.me/d6vbnr7 It’s been a week since your –ahem- encounter with Levi in the records room, and since them the two of you had started spending a lot more time together. So naturally, it was only a matter of time before this came up. Sure, you’d heard the rumors floating around the Recon Cor

There are a lot of mysteries in the universe. Where did the titans come from? What's hidden in Eren’s basement? How did the titan shifters get their powers? But there was one question that stood above all others. Something that has haunted the soldiers of the Recon Corps for years now. Many have tried, but none have ever discovered the truth. Exactly how old is Captain Levi? “I think he’s 40.” Connie insists, pounding the table. “No way, that’s much too old!” Reiner protested. “He’s got to be younger…maybe mid 20s?” “Let’s think about this logically.” Je

"You want me to do what again?! W-what happens if we get caught by commander Erwin, or worse Hanji?!" The words fell from my mouth in a stammering question towards the short, black haired man who stood in front of me leaning against the mahogany desk behind him, arms crossed over his chest. A small 'tch' noise was barley audible as his eyes stay focused on my own (e/c) orbs. " you make it sound like its a fucking bad thing, it's only one night ya damn brat..." I leaned my head back slightly and groaned in irritation when my attempts to try and change the corporals mind flew right out the window and into the wind. I stood quite for a moment,

My eyes scanned over to the clock that was hanging on the wall all by itself as the second smallest hand fell over the Roman numeral representing the Number nine. "Three more hours." I mentioned to no one in particular in a muffle toned. The mess hall was filled with cadets of all ages, drinking whatever was giving to us and talking and laughing as the year was coming to a close. But something inside me feels like I still need to do something before this year ends. So instead of joining in on some conversation about how the past twelve months have been, I sat there, at a table in the back of the room, pondering of what I could possible do