Sleep Tight, My Love...

A pair of eyes flitter open, mightily fighting the remnants of the sandman’s doings to admire the dawn’s glory. Tender rays of the sun seep in through the crevices in between the curtains. Aged maple trees outside play peek-a-boo when they sway. Your cozy little room is painted in a warm hue. The greys are rapidly fading, making way for a blush of pink.  

It is not very often that your mind finds itself at peace through the life you have been cursed to live. A fleeting sanctum. 

You crane your neck to get a better look outside the window, shifting the curtain oh so slightly with your fingers. Maybe, you can squeeze in another hour of sleep, for the sun himself is barely awake. Mellow radiance blossoms from behind the mammoth stone barrier, a sliver of scarlet beginning to peak its head over it.  

Thank God It’s Friday

Just wanna curl up in Erwin’s lap while he works at his desk.

Scrapes of his quill against the parchment fill the silent air, accompanied by occasional sighs leaving your lips. Head resting in the crook of his neck, the oud fragrance of his cologne encapsulating every inch of your body.

His shirt is soft against your cheek, the heat from his skin permeating into yours. His minty breath fans your forehead where he leaves lingering pecks every now and then.

His fingers trace the expanse of your back as he narrows his ocean eyes to focus on a particularly complicated paragraph. He pushes a tuft of hair off your face after you haven't moved in sometime, smiling to himself upon finding you serenely asleep in the warm confines of his arms.

Erwin peels the tan leather jacket off the back of his chair and gingerly drapes it around you, basking in the feeling of you nuzzling deeper into his chest, and your hand snaking up to settle on his heart where he holds you dearly.

He closes his eyes and breathes you in, putting his quill down for a few moments to engulf you in his embrace. He can't help but notice how small you are in comparison to his broad stature, almost disappearing in his hold.

He finally closes his eyes and lets the exhaustion take over. The Commander has to work. But Erwin needs to rest. And rest comes easy when it is with you.

By Hook or By Crook

In A Perfect World - Part 6.1

Summary: “And with that, I want to give you this ring that once belonged to my mother, with a promise that that you will never have to face this world alone.” Leaving you a series of letters to cope with his death, Erwin kept the promise he made to you…the implausible promise of forever and beyond. Concept inspired by the novel ‘P.S. I Love you’ by Cecelia Ahern.

Featuring: Miche Zacharius, Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith & Levi Ackerman.

Notes: Not all days are as bright as the others. This HC is for anyone who needs a little bit of pick-me-up, and dedicated too all my loves who sent me sweet messages and tags when I had a bad one yesterday. You know who you are, and I love you :)

MASTERLIST

Miche Zacharius

Miche lives to see the smile on your face. So, when you don’t smile as much, he knows that something’s wrong. He is also intuitive enough to know that the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach. That’s why, when you step into the living room, the dining table is packed with all your favorite food. All of it – multiple cuisines, sweet, spicy, savory. You name it, and it's there.

Featuring: Miche Zacharius, Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith & Levi Ackerman.

Notes: All Fluff. Because its Sunday and we all need it.

MASTERLIST

Miche Zacharius

Miche can't help but call you every couple of hours to hear the sound of your voice. But for times when he can't, he fishes out a carefully folded piece of paper from the bottom of his desk drawer; The first love letter you wrote to him. He has probably read it over a thousand times by now, his heart never failing to skip a beat at the sight of his name spelled out in your handwriting. He brings it to his face, inhaling the smell of your perfume off the parchment with the brightest smile on his face.

The Dark Side of The Moon

In A Perfect World - Part 5

Summary: “And with that, I want to give you this ring that once belonged to my mother, with a promise that that you will never have to face this world alone.” Leaving you a series of letters to cope with his death, Erwin kept the promise he made to you…the implausible promise of forever and beyond. Concept inspired by the novel ‘P.S. I Love you’ by Cecelia Ahern.

Third Time's A Charm

Coming Home to Erwin

In A Perfect World - Part 4

Summary: “And with that, I want to give you this ring that once belonged to my mother, with a promise that that you will never have to face this world alone.” Leaving you a series of letters to cope with his death, Erwin kept the promise he made to you…the implausible promise of forever and beyond. Concept inspired by the novel ‘P.S. I Love you’ by Cecelia Ahern.

Don't Cry

Summary:  Levi can't bear to see you cry, and will do everything he can to cheer you up; even if it means that he has to express himself through words.

Notes: Fluff, Canon based - Spoiler free

Word Count: ~1.5k

Master List

It was early in the morning; the sun barely having risen. Coral rays of the ascending ball doused the bedroom in a gorgeous glow. But the snoozing captain was oblivious to the view because his eyes were still squeezed shut. Lazily, he stretched his hand towards your side of the bed, hoping to pull you closer and feel the warmth of your skin on his. But he was greeted by cold, vacant sheets instead.

Silver eyes jolted open to find an empty space to where you should have been laying with a smile on your face, peppering him with morning kisses. Instead, in your place sat a note, shabbily folded and thrown on your pillow for him to find. What irked him even further was the shoddy handwriting in which you wrote -

Happy Birthday, My Love

Summary:  Everyone helps Levi prepare for your birthday!

Notes: Angst/Comfort, Post War - Spoiler Free, Character death.

Word Count: ~900

Master List

Safe Haven

Summary:  You are the only person in this messed up world whom Levi seeks comfort in. But when you risk everything for a covert mission in the underground, Levi finds himself coping through denial and self-blame.

Notes: Levi Ackerman x Reader, Angst/Comfort, Spoiler Free, Mentions of Injury, Character death, Swearing.

Word Count: ~4.2k

A/N:  This one's a part of @cookiefics's Cliche Collab; my prompt - 'I lied to protect you'. Thanks for hosting this, An! I enjoyed writing a not-so-cliche story for a cliche prompt! Congratuations on the 800 bby!!

Summary as usual by @sooibian because the ones I come up with are cringe-y :(

Master List

Freezing.

Levi was freezing when the searing pain in his neck jolted him awake. He had fallen asleep at his desk again at some obscene hour of the night after his mind ceased to keep up with the fine calligraphy on the heaps of papers before him. His heart was pounding after he had to helplessly watch you die in yet another nightmare. They plagued him every night, at least on the ones he managed to get some shuteye; nonetheless he woke up equally frightened, equally anxious every single time.