Immiker86

    You were woken by the first rays of the morning sun, gently filtering in through the small square windows of the tiny bedroom of your apartment in New York City. As you squinted blearily against the, to your until-recently-closed eyes, blinding light, you could make out the contours of the Stark Tower, rising like a twisting metal beast, dominating the New York skyline.    You yawned silently, and looked sleepily around your room. Your gaze fell on your bookshelf, crammed to the bursting point with all sorts of literature: it slid over the haphazard collection of trinkets on your drawer and the pile of clothes by the bedroom door that yo

    Author's note: This is an AU where Levi is transported to our universe.    As you sat behind the wheel of your battered, secondhand Volkswagen, driving through the streets of the city you knew so well, breathing in the scent of traffic and car, you could for a moment pretend as though it was only a normal thursday afternoon. As  a red light brought you to a stop, you could close your eyes and imagine that you were about to go home, eat something, and attempt to finish that stupid essay before wrapping yourself in some blankets and reading fanfiction, or watching an episode of your favorite tv-show. However, as you heard the honking of t

    Author's note: This is an AU in which Levi is transported to our universe.    Levi Ackerman was annoyed. This was admittedly not an uncommon phenomenon, since the corporal spent a lot of his time scaring various people with his dark gaze, but at the moment his eyebrow was twitching and his hands were clenched into fists. If punching could take care of the source of his foul mood, he would have acted a long time ago, but unfortunately the plague was like a force of nature, and could only be endured. And possibly snapped and glared at, although that never deterred her.    Hanji was hopping from one foot to the other in front of him, face

    "Please, Levi?"    "No."    "But you're the only one who can help me!"    "Find someone else."    You stuck your tongue out at the short man sitting behind the big oak desk, who promptly ignored you and continued with his paperwork. Behind him, rain spattered against a glass window. It was a late autumn evening, and you were trying to ask Levi for a favor. It wasn't going that well.    "Meanie shorty." You pouted.    The corporal's hand twitched, and a blot of ink spread on the document he was signing. He stared at it for a moment, before getting up and throwing it in the trash. As he turned to face you, his eyes lingered on the wet

    "Ow!" It was after dinner, and you were leaving the mess hall, heading through the cold stone corridors of HQ toward your dormitories. Cadets from the other squads milled around you, filling the air with conversation. However, the stinging blow to your head had certainly not come from any of them.    You whirled on the spot, your eyes tearing up from the pain, rubbing your aching head and glaring daggers at the perpetrator.    "What the hell, Jean?" The long-faced boy grinned triumphantly, crossing his arms with an air that made you want to punch him.    "That was for that little joke you pulled the other day, (f/n)." You rolled your e

    "What are you doing?"    "Gah!" You clutched your sketching pad to your chest in panic, causing the metal box that had been balanced on your leg to sway dangerously and fall on the floor with a rattle.    "N-nothing!" You stammered, hurriedly bending to pick the box up. On opening it and finding your meager collection of charcoal and pencils to be unscathed, you let out a sigh of relief, straightening and stretching your stiff back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Levi's calloused hand inching towards the block of paper, and you swatted at his fingers before snatching the pad up and reseating yourself on the sofa, shifting so that

    A brilliant fork of lightning cut through the rainy night outside of your window, briefly illuminating the world beyond and casting the shapes of your fellow cadets on their bunks into stark contrast. You clutched your pillow tightly to your eyes, bracing yourself-    Crack! The sound of thunder cut through the silence of your dormintory with a defeaning boom, temporarily drowning out the sound of the rain hammering against the window, as you clutched your pillow so tightly your knuckles whitened from the strain.    "Fuck!" you swore loudly, clenching your eyes shut.    "What's up, (f/n)?" came a sleepy voice from your left. You jerked

    "Alright, brats. This it how it goes."    Levi was standing at the front of the classroom, looking disapprovingly at class number 104, which was currently seated before him.    "School regulations state that tomorrow will be a theme day," his voice a disapproving monotone, "and it will serve as a way for the classes to mingle amongst each other before you brats graduate. And as much as I look forward to never having your sorry asses in my class again," at this his steely grey eyes flitted briefly to Eren and Jean, who were sending each other challenging looks, and to Sasha, who quickly hid whatever she was eating this time behind her b

    "The expedition was a failure." You looked at Erwin in shock, your mouth open in disbelief. Then...         "Levi." you asked, looking at the groups of wounded currently being helped or carried into HQ "Is he...?"         Erwin gave you a sorrowful look. "He's not particularly wounded, just some minor scratches, but..." Erwin shook his head.     "He lost a lot of men this time, cadet (l/n). I think you should go see him. You're the only one who can help him as he is..."     You saluted stiffly. "Yes, sir!"    

    AN: This is a sequel, so it might not make much sense unless you've read the first part. ^^'' (If you'd like to read it, the link is in the description)    "Whaaaaaaaaat?" practically yelled Sasha, causing you to cringe and look behind you at the group of male cadets all gathered on Marco's bunk on the other side of the room.    "Don't be so loud, Sasha!" You hissed. She, Mikasa, Christa, Ymir and you were huddled together on your top bunk. Annie lay on her bunk below yours, apparently sleeping.    "But you're going to the prom with corporal Levi! This is big, (f/n)!" Before you could open your mouth, Sasha twisted and yelled across