Queen-Of-Sweets

The sound of Eren’s roar boomed through the expansive foliage of the forest and filled Levi’s ears. His features softened ever so slightly. That noise, it can’t be… Quickly turning his body around, he fired a grapple onto the trunk of a tree and manoeuvred himself to head in the opposite direction. The Corporal knew all too well that his squad would never have allowed Eren to shift, so something must have happened to them. To you. Levi was no religious man, but in that moment he prayed to whatever gods lurked out there that you were still living. He could only hope that you listened to his order to run from danger. H

"Only Human" Erwin x Reader X Levi WARNING: May content mature/explicit gore or violence. Language may be explicit just as well. Synopsis: You were a proud member of the Military Police of Wall Sina. Your family owned a popular bakery that had been due in its tax payments and land rentals, and you—as the eldest female child of the working-class family—feel responsible and helpless in that situation. A new opportunity of working as an undercover spy for the Military Police opened up with great perks—all of which helps you and your family. You took it without thinking, hoping it would solve all your troubles. But as a spy,

A large, warm hand encompassed your forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" Erwin asked, leading you down a quiet corridor. After all, your group had arrived at the compound in the middle of the night so nobody would notice, so the silence was expected. However, Erwin's sudden concern wasn't something you were used to. "I'm fine!" you said, a little louder than you meant to, and you pushed his hand away, feeling that he was treating you like a small child. "_____, I'm just worried," he said, voice sounding strange. "Just a week ago, you were comatose and bed ridden due to a severe concussion. When you finally awoke, you were unable to handle l

You twisted around in bed, grunting in sleepy frustration when something prevented you from rolling over completely, leaving you feeling uncomfortable. Then you arm moved on its own, reaching out in an awkward position, irritating you further. You pried your heavy eyes open, feeling reluctant to wake up, for good sleep came seldom, and you were almost willing to leave yourself in that cramped position. Almost. Blinking several times, you found yourself staring at a wall, coated in shades of orange from the slowly-setting sun, still a couple hours away from setting. Pretty, you thought to yourself, still out of it and yawning. A slight grunt