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If y'all see me writing Post-War!Levi x Ceramist!Reader, LOOK AWAY IT WILL BE OVERLY SELF-INDULGENT 😭🫶🏼💖
Like imagine surprising him with a new set of tea cups and matching teapot you made yourself 🥹💕 AND HIM NOT LETTING ANYONE ELSE USE THEM BC HE'S SO SCARED SOMEONE WILL BREAK AND RUIN YOUR HARD WORK????
Cute song on the way!!
My name is love by Amy Diamond
Rosy Cheeks (Aizawa x Reader)
Summary:
It's not every day the notorious Eraserhead gets partnered up with another hero for patrol, but you seem to stick around more than most. How many times can one man blush before his heart has nothing left to do other than surrender to this newfound warmth that comes with being in your presence?
How Are You True, by Cage the Elephant.
-Allende
Coming Home (Post war!Levi x Reader)
Summary:
How can one man learn to live after getting used to the stench of decay and the hollowness of loss? What is he to do when all he ever knew came crumbling down and he's uncertain on how to approach this new season of his life? Perhaps there's a hope he can seek refuge in somewhere within twinkling eyes, hushed lullabies and a heart to call home.
First of all, the scenery you're drawing looks 👌 ✨️
Second, Aizawa probably just lays down on his bed (or his sleeping bag) for the first 30 minutes to unwind until he fully gets his brain out of 'Work Mode'.
And then starts fiddling with random stuff in his house that he forgot about due to work and he's like: "Oh yeah, i said i was gonna fix that clock but i never did....Also didn't the lights in this hallway flicker?"
Thank you so much! Can you believe that after 3 hours of working on it, I forgot I was planning on drawing in my characters? Now I'm sketching them in😭
Aizawa being a casual tinkerer?🥺 Just imagine him just having woken up from a nap and he just finds something to tinker with while waiting for his coffee to brew. He'd either fall asleep while working on his little project or focus on it for hours on end without noticing— there's no in-between with him😫💖
This is so sweet!
Hey Jay! i just read this and i was wondering if you could make a version where fem!reader-chan survives please? (with a lot of angst, but fluff and a happy ending, because Levi deserves it)
An alternate happy ending to an older one-shot of mine, All too familiar. (It is possible to read this without having read ATF, but I do recommend reading it first for context.) This can also be found on AO3 here.
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader
Tags: SFW, angst and sadness (so much sadness) with a happy ending, manga spoilers at the end, some fluffiness towards the end too.
Word count: 6.4k words
A/N: Thank you for the request anon! This was fun to write (but awful to proofread for some reason). I didn't rewrite the beginning because that stays largely the same. It picks up shortly after Hange was made available to attend to the matter. I don't think I specified in the original, but they were unable to get on the scene when Reader was shot because they had to oversee other things. In this version, the medics kept Reader alive long enough to get Reader on a stretcher and for Hange to be able to join the medics... and that's all the context you'll need! I kind of hate it now that I've reread it so many times for proofreading (though knowing me I've definitely missed a ton of errors) but anyway! hope you enjoy.
He clenches his fists in a futile attempt to stop them from trembling, and hides his hands in the swaths of his forest green cloak. He trails closely behind the medics like a ghost. In a twisted way, he feels like one; present, but not fully all there. His ears ring, the shrill noise echoing inside his skull and seeping into every crevice of his being. His mind is simultaneously detached and numb, shutting down when there is no other option, and full of noise and clamour and raw emotion that he cannot even begin to compartmentalise. Levi’s chest feels uncomfortably tight all of a sudden, the air in his lungs too thick with tension and too thin as if there is no oxygen all at the same time. His bitter tears do nothing to wash away the blood on his cheeks.
He’s not sure nothing ever will wash away the memory of your bloodied hand cupping his cheek with all the care in the world.
What he is sure of is that nothing will ever truly wash away the blood staining his hands.
The medical team—now joined by Hange, dusting off their medical training from an age ago—carry you on a stretcher into a smaller chamber that acts as an emergency med-bay. He almost snarls when one of the medics turns around and says, “I’m sorry Captain, but you can’t come in. We are about to commence surgery on her, so only medical personnel and Commander Zoë may enter.”
The words are right on the tip of his tongue. She is my wife, he wants to shout though his tongue is leaden, I need to be by her side. Over the medic’s shoulder, he catches a glimpse of you. Your eyes are fluttering weakly as the morphine is beginning to take hold, and you look frail, so, so frail.
He wants to scream.
The way my heart was torn apart in the most beautiful way while reading this😭💖
Your writing is GORGEOUS PLEASE
